Karen and her husband Pete were settling into bed to read for a little while before going to sleep when Pete said to her "You know I read sex stories on the internet sometimes? I read one recently that freaked me out. I thought you ought to see it." Pete handed her a stapled set of papers printed from a computer. The story was titled Emily's Trail.
When she finished reading it, her blood was chilled. The Emily in the story sounded just like her, blond, pony tail, under 30, runner. What's more their house backs up on a large park full of running trails that Karen jogs on regularly. A trail leads from their back yard into the park just like in the story. Even more eerie is that she usually runs in yellow running shorts, the same color Emily was said to be wearing. "Oh my God, Honey! You don't think this is me in this story do you? I would never do anything like this! It's awful."
"It's OK, Karen. I never thought the story might be real. For one thing the description of the house is nothing like ours. But I'm worried because it bares an uncanny resemblance to you. I have a feeling some guy saw you running and then wrote the story as a fantasy about you. He probably saw you turn up the path to the house, but he wouldn't know what the house looked like because it's invisible from the main trail. I think you should be careful when you run in the park from now on."
"Don't worry, I will. It's a little creepy to read this."
"It'll be OK. Just be a little careful." They each were lost in their own thoughts for a moment when Pete said "Shall we turn out the lights?" Karen knew this meant he wanted to fool around and she realized she did too. Though the story gave her a chill, it had also aroused her a way that really surprised her. She harbored a semi-secret liking for oral sex. She had found over the years of her marriage that she would get really turned on when she gave her husband oral sex. On nights when she just didn't feel like it, but didn't want to turn Pete down, she would suck on his cock for a few minutes and she would be flushed, breathing hard and her pussy would be sopping wet. The closer he came to coming while she sucked him, the more excited she got. The times she let him come in her mouth, she repressed her excitement. She had it fixed in her mind that she wasn't the kind of woman who enjoyed that. Reading the story about Emily was the first time she imagined a woman might enjoy that and still be a good person.
When the lights were out they began to make love and it was soon evident that they were both extraordinarily passionate. They engaged in needful, almost frantic oral foreplay. Karen even tried to deep throat her husband, though succeeding only in causing a coughing fit that slowed them down only a moment. Pete seemed to want to finish while they were 69ing, but Karen wasn't ready to admit she wanted it yet. Once Pete entered her, they couldn't stop. They banged away at each other until they both came simultaneously with swift, hard, loud orgasms.
They both had to catch their breath after that. They just lay side by side both breathing hard, coming down from the high. Karen could feel the cum running out onto her thigh and for once it didn't bother her. For once she didn't feel the need to wipe it off right away. "Wow, that was really something", she said.
"Was it ever! That story must have been quite an aphrodisiac."
"I'll say. Tell me, what turned you on? Was is just the sex or did you get kinky over the idea that it was the story of your wife with another man?"
"It was the way Emily did what every guy dreams that someday a woman will do to him and she did it with complete, carefree abandon. The writer even made her seem believable. I don't think women like that actually exist, but it's nice to imagine that they do."
"You don't, huh?" she teased him, "it didn't excite you just a bit that the woman might be your wife?"
"Yeah, I guess a little." He wasn't willing to admit it, but it had excited him a lot. He was shocked at himself how much it had turned him on.
"Well, maybe I'll play Emily for you soon."
Karen thought about what had happened a lot over the next day or two and realized that she could be so much better for Pete in bed. She hadn't realized that he would like such messy sex or would want her to be so slutty with him. She resolved to make some of his fantasies come true. She would try to lose her squeamishness about his semen.
The next quiet evening they had, about 9:30 she went and got her running clothes on, the yellow shorts and singlet and her running shoes. She came back into the family room and told him to get his running clothes on and come right back. He nearly killed himself getting to the bedroom and back with his running clothes on.
Karen reenacted the scene from the story with him almost perfectly. She managed to get through the part where he came on her face without chickening out. She flinched when the first spurt hit her forehead and when the second hit her cheek. But then she could see what an intense orgasm her husband was having. He was saying her name over and over and his body was contorting as he tried to keep his attention on her face, watching intently, wanting to remember this exactly as it happened. It flashed through her mind how much her husband was enjoying this and also the humor of it all. Sex is pretty silly when viewed objectively, after all. This showed as a genuine smile on her face as the last drops of cum fell from his cock onto her tongue. The one notable deviation from the script surprised Karen. While they were washing their hands, Pete suggested she not clean her face until later. Pete seemed to like the image of her as a slut more than she thought. He also seemed to like pretending that he was a stranger fucking her and not her husband. Back in the family room, Pete fucked her like a madman.
That night of sex was a wonderful memory for them and their sex life now seemed as charged up as it is with new lovers. Karen found herself thinking some new thoughts, unsettling thoughts. What would it be like to act like Emily? For the first time in her life she could imagine being as uninhibited and sexual as Emily. So far it was just in her imagination though. Her idle thoughts about sex were now more varied and wild. It kept her hot and ready for Pete in the evening.
Karen noticed that Pete seemed to respond to things she said during sex. She decided to see if she use that to excite him further. It wasn't "talking dirty" she was after, it was more like role playing, like when she had played at being Emily. Pete had entered her missionary style and it was pleasant, but she wanted to spice it up a little. She put her mouth up by his ear as he concentrated on fucking her and whispered in her sexiest voice. "Please come inside me. I want to fall asleep knowing I have your sperm in me" For emphasis, she ran her finger lightly up the crack of his ass as she said this. Her heart pounded in her chest when she said it. Pete was electrified and he proceeded to fuck her as hard as he ever had. His orgasm triggered hers and they came together, both straining to plant his cum as deeply as possible.
A few nights later, as they got ready for bed, she hugged her husband and whispered in his ear again. "Honey, I'm feeling very naughty. I have this mad desire to blow you. Come to bed naked, OK?" As Pete lay on his back, Karen laid on her side with her head on his stomach and his cock in her mouth. Her right hand was free to hold the cock or explore his balls or whatever.
Pete's hands stroked her hair and shoulders, just reassuring himself that her blond head was real and this wasn't a dream. "Are you planning on making me come this way?" he said hopefully.
"Ummm Hhmmmm. I'm a very bad girl. I'm going to eat your cum like a slut." Pete thought he would come right then, but he managed to hold on for a little while longer. Then he felt Karen's finger slipping along the crack of his ass. He gasped, "Oh my God" and pulled his legs up farther to give her better access. Her finger began teasing the puckered little spot. She sucked very softly to keep him from coming as soon as she touched it. When she pushed her finger into his rectum, nothing would stop him and he began gushing cum into her mouth. She milked his cock with her lips and stroked it with her hand, not letting any cum escape. When he was done, she swallowed and then licked him all over to make sure his cock was clean. He insisted on going down on her before they went to sleep and she had a delicious orgasm.
The next time she tried something a lot more daring. On the way home from a nice dinner out, she told Pete about a man she thought was staring at her in the restaurant. "I know that look, Pete. I think he was fantasizing about me. I bet he was imagining me giving him a blowjob."
Pete laughed, "That's funny, I was too. Was he good looking?"
"Very." She left a little silent space and then said, "Honey, why don't you pretend to be that guy and we just went out to dinner?"
"OK" He thought for a moment, getting into his role. Hi cock was already getting hard. "How about coming over to my place for a night cap?"
"You know I can't do that, Jeff. I'm married."
"Your husband is traveling and won't be home till Friday. Besides, it's just for a drink."
"I'm not comfortable with that. Please take me home. You can come in for a few minutes."
Pete parked on the street like a visitor and walked her to the door. Karen opened it and they both stepped in. He looked around like he was seeing it for the first time. "Nice place." He took her in his arms to kiss her. Karen leaned back and said softly, "Jeff, please, don't." He kissed her anyway and she kissed back, a little wicked thrill going through her from the pretend resistance.
"You seem to like it."
"I do, but I married. I shouldn't do this." He kissed her again and her ardor was evident. He began feeling her breast through her dress. Karen made little noises of pleasure and didn't take his hand away. He took one of her hands and put it on the front of his pants. "Here, I think you'll like this." Then his hand went back to her breast. Her hand didn't move at first, but then it started massaging the long bulge.
After few minutes of kissing and groping each other, he pushed down on her shoulders. "Please no, don't ask me do this." But she sank to her knees anyway. He unzipped and took out his rock hard erection. She studied it for a moment and then began to suck him. He was enthralled by seeing Karen sucking his cock while fully clothed.
They continued the game, shedding clothes, fucking standing up in the living room, doggy style on the couch and so on. Finally they lay on the couch, breathing hard, recovering from their orgasms. Karen said to him, "you better go now." He got dressed and kissed her goodbye and went out the door.
Karen got in bed and waited, almost falling asleep. Pete came in quietly, got undressed and slipped into bed. "Oh, Honey." She said sleepily. "I didn't expect you home tonight."
"I caught a late plane. I thought I would surprise you. I called you earlier, but you weren't home."
"I had dinner with a guy from work. He brought me home and I let him fuck me. You don't mind, do you?"
A few weeks later, Karen's job took her to Washington, DC. She was staying at a hotel near the Mall. In the evening she got her running clothes on and left the hotel. As she ran the few short block over to the Mall, she saw a man leave just ahead of her and run in the same direction. He was running easily, not trying to show how fast he was like most guys. She found herself running right behind him at about the same speed. She had a naughty thought. This was how it started with Emily. As near as she could tell from behind, he was pretty good looking. He had a nice butt. She pulled up next to him and said "Hi". "I left the hotel just after you did. It seemed silly to run along behind you without saying hello."
"No problem" he said. "I like to have someone to run with."
"Are you just warming up or is this your usual pace? If it is, would you mind if I run with you?"
"Sure, I'd love the company."
Karen couldn't believe how brazen she had been. It wasn't like her at all. But now what would she do? All she had committed to so far was to run with the guy. When they returned to the hotel she could just say goodbye. But the Emily story was stuck in her mind. Could she do something like that? Did she want to? The guy was really tall and good looking, a little younger than her.
She found out his name was Greg. They only talked a little while they ran, but she liked him. Actually, she was very attracted to him. A little devil in the back of her mind suggested how sexy it would be to suck his cock. The sheer audacity of it excited her. When she sucked off her husband, part of the thrill was that it was forbidden, something a good girl didn't do. Her pounding heart told her that this act, far more taboo, would be far more of a thrill. As they stretched in front of the hotel, she asked him if he had anything cold to drink in his room, knowing full well he had a mini-bar like she did. As they rode up the elevator, her pulse pounded even more than it had while she ran. She could still back out, but she was a moth drawn to a flame, she couldn't turn away from the danger.
When they entered his room, they didn't bother with the mini-bar. Greg had no doubt why she was there. He stepped close to her and put a hand lightly on each of her arms. "I haven't had a chance to tell you how beautiful I think you are." Then he leaned down a kissed her hard. She responded immediately and their tongues sparred wetly as they kissed. His hand covered her left breast. He found the little bump of her nipple and teased it through her t-shirt and sports bra. Karen savored the simple sensations for a while and then pushed him away.
"I have plans for you. Come over here." She pulled him by the hand to the open space in the room by the desk and chair. She sank to her knees in front of him and sat on her haunches. She grabbed his shorts at each hip and pulled them down to his ankles. She let him kick off his shoes and the shorts. His fully erect cock bobbed in front of her. It was a big, pale, bludgeon of a cock and the desire that had been simmering suddenly became overwhelming. She had no idea where this desire came from, but she wanted her mouth filled with cock. She held back though, approaching it slowly. Greg hardly dared breathe, lest he scare off this wonderful, beautiful woman who was about to fulfill a fantasy.
Karen held it lightly in her fingertips at first, looking at it, seeing each vein and wrinkle, examining the fat, blunt head, the slit that would deliver his semen. She touched his balls too, feeling their weight and size. The anticipation was about to kill Greg when she touched it with her tongue. It felt wet and soft to Greg, not really hot nor cold. She continued very slowly, licking it and kissing it. It was salty from the sweat of running. She was going to indulge her hidden enjoyment of fellatio and savor his cock to the fullest. She wanted to draw every last measure of pleasure from the contact between her mouth and his cock. Knowing she would never see him again, she needn't worry about being labeled a slut. She spent long minutes exploring the feel of taking one of his balls into her mouth, the crinkly skin of his scrotum tickling her nose.
She finally let herself engulf the cock fully. She had to stretch her jaw because it was fatter than she was used to. She pushed her mouth down onto it, enjoying the way it filled her. Some deep strange need made her want to feel it pressing the back of her throat, threatening to trigger her gag reflex. She did everything slowly and sensuously. She placed her closed lips against the tip of his cock and pushed forward, letting his cock force itself between her lips. She kept moving forward, his cock filling more and more of her mouth until she was about to choke, then she retreated slowly until she again had her lips closed and just touching the tip.
Greg strained to push his hips forward each time she repeated this, unable to resist his instinct to thrust into her. Karen found this sexy and she decided to play a little mind game on him. She looked up at him and said, "You want to fuck my mouth, don't you?"
"I can't help it. I'll try to hold still."
"That's OK. I'll let you if you promise to be a good boy. Just be slow and gentle." She took him back into her mouth and put her hands lightly on his thighs. He began to rock his hips slowly back and forth, pushing into the back of her throat and then withdrawing until her lips were just kissing the tip of his cock, then sliding back in again. His hands held her head lightly. He looked down at her and thought that this couldn't be real. He watched his cock slide between her lips while her blue eyes looked up at him, trusting him not to hurt her. Even with her lips stretched around his cock, she was beautiful. He loved the way her blond pony tail bobbed as his cock fucked her mouth.
Karen's mind swam with desire. Being submissive to this stranger, letting him fuck her face, reached deep into her subconscious and touched a dark craving. When he pushed just a little beyond where she was comfortable, it perversely excited her. The little spasms in her throat when she almost gagged, excited the dark need to be overcome by a man's strength and desire.
When he began to get too rough, she slowed him down by pressing on his thighs and not letting him thrust so deeply. Then she decided to take control again. She grasped his cock and stroked it while she licked and kissed all over his cock and balls to slow him down and soothe him.
She couldn't believe how long she had been on her knees making love to this stranger's cock and she wasn't tired of it yet. She longed for her own pleasure though. She couldn't wait any longer to feel his tongue on her clit. It was time to satisfy Greg's urgent need to come.
It had taken a long time for Karen to acknowledge the thrill she experienced at the moment her husband would come in her mouth. Re-enacting the story about Emily had broken through this barrier. When she finally came to this realization, she began to see that the cum flowing into her mouth as enhancing her pleasure. She didn't pretend it tasted good, but she knew she would almost come herself when her husbands cock would stiffen and pulse in her mouth and fill it with semen. Eating his seed was a form of sexual communion that gave closure to the act.
Now that she was about to bring Greg to a climax, she was shaking with anticipation at the idea of eating a strange man's cum. She sucked him more firmly now, but no faster. She sucked his cock with real need. Her hands stroked the base of the shaft and his balls. Her finger massaged his perineum, but she couldn't bring herself to put her finger in a stranger's ass. Greg begged her to stop, saying he wanted to fuck her properly on the bed. He was breathing hard and raggedly as his orgasm approached. Karen could feel blood running to her face and vagina as her own excitement increased. Then Greg began shouting incoherently and his cock swelled. She held the head between her lips and stroked his cock hard with her hand and jets of semen hit her tongue and pooled in her mouth. He spasmed repeatedly until his breathing began to smooth out and his body relaxed. Karen was surprised at the volume of his cum, a huge pool of it in the front of her mouth. She took the cock from her mouth and allowed some of the cum to flow over her lower lip as if over the edge of a waterfall. Cum covered her chin and dripped down onto her neck and chest. She knew this visual effect had an incredible effect on her husband and it seemed to have an equally good effect on Greg. He was staring at her and blubbering about how great she was when she swallowed the remainder of the cum and then sucked him back in, caressing his hypersensitive, rubbery, post-orgasm cock with her lips and cleaning him up.
She was burning up with desire now. As soon as he seemed able to respond to directions, she stood up and pulled off her shorts and sat on the edge of the chair. She slouched back on it and summoned him to her. She pulled him down onto his knees and then pulled his head down to her crotch. "My turn now. And don't be in a hurry."
She coached him into teasing her up to the brink of orgasm several times, before she couldn't stand it anymore and told him not to stop. Her orgasm was loud and extended. When it faded, she made him resume licking and another orgasm rolled over her and then a third. The last orgasm was long and gentle and satisfying. It seemed to finally exhaust her reservoir of desire.
In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had partially dried cum all over her chin and neck. Spots on her jersey showed where cum had dripped off her chin. She wiped off her face and neck with a towel, kissed Greg goodbye and left. She got a little exhibitionist thrill knowing she was walking around the hotel with spots of cum on her t-shirt and the smell of it on her breath. She thought wistfully what it would have been like to stay and let him fuck her there on the bed.
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