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Susan was scared. She could see the man in the rear view mirror, driving right behind her. She knew she must be crazy. The madness had begun slowly, imperceptibly, about a year ago. She was 29 and afraid of turning 30. It started as an unease, a sense of agitation in the back of her head. Her two children were in school most of the day now and didn't need her as much. She wasn't working anymore and the long hours of no kids or job had given her a feeling of listlessness.

Then it started to show up in the bedroom. She loved her husband Tom, but sex with him just didn't seem important or exciting anymore. When she actually turned 30, it got worse. She stared thinking that Tom didn't find her attractive anymore. She would look at herself in the mirror and see a pretty woman, but she didn't believe it. She felt trapped, smothered and felt like she needed to scream or run away or something. She had started working out more to release the tension. It had helped only a little with her mind, but she had slimmed down some and she felt physically better.

Then last weekend, her problems had escalated. At a party thrown by one of her husband's colleagues, she had danced with a very attractive man. She found herself imagining him with his clothes off and she got moist and warm between her legs. That wasn't the problem, it was pleasant as a matter of fact. It was when they danced close together that the problem came. She could feel his erection! She gave a little start and looked at him. He smiled very subtly at her. This gorgeous man that worked with Tom was letting her know she turned him on and just dancing with her made him hard. She didn't pull away, letting him know she enjoyed the compliment.

Susan's mind had spun at the thought. The man didn't proposition her, so it remained an unspoken communication between them. That night, having consumed a lot of wine at the party, Susan slept fitfully and had vivid, obscene dreams. In the morning she was embarrassed and flustered as she remembered. She remembered bits and pieces of her dreams and they were all wildly sexual, a cock in her mouth, a group of men standing in a circle around her and stroking their erect cocks, semen falling on her like rain, an unseen man forcing his cock into her ass while another filled her mouth. Her husband was there among the other men and so was the man she had danced with. He had the kind of cock that only appears in a dream, two or three feet long and as big around as an arm. Susan was profoundly disturbed at these memories. She was fairly conservative in bed and most of these situations were outside her experience. She had never had anal intercourse or multiple partners and she was dreaming about them! She didn't even enjoy oral sex that much, but she did it because Tom liked it.

For the tree days since the party, she had not been able to rid her mind of sexual images. Her anxiety was heightened by the unfocused sexual tension she was feeling. That morning she had gone to an aerobics class at the gym and followed it up with a light weight workout. That was where she met Roger, the man driving behind her.

She was attracted to him immediately. He was tall and his body was "ripped", with long lean muscles that shined from the sweat on his body. Nothing would have happened except that he walked over and said hello and introduced himself. She was calm outside, but her mind roiled. She had never been so attracted to a man's body before. She couldn't help imagining herself having sex with him. Her mouth salivated when she imagined putting his cock in her mouth and she didn't even like oral sex. Other obscene images from her dreams kept intruding on her mind, now starring Roger.

As they chatted and worked out near each other, Susan had an outrageous thought and the madness took over. All the unfocused anxiety seized on a single idea. She wanted to have sex with Roger. Suddenly the wicked forbidden pleasure of sex seemed like the antidote to her malaise. She invited Roger to come over to her house. She wanted sex, but she wanted danger too, that was part of the allure. She needed to risk everything. Taking him to her home was dangerous and so was Roger's race. He was black and she was a blond housewife.

Susan pulled into her driveway and prayed that no one would see Roger come into the house. It was still before lunch time and the neighborhood was quiet. It would be six or seven hours before Tom could be expected to come home.

Susan opened the door and Roger stepped in after her. They were still in their workout clothes, but she didn't care. She was wearing a white leotard and Roger had on shorts, a muscle shirt and flip-flops. She pulled him into the living room, turned to him and placed her hands on his chiseled chest. She had wanted to feel those muscles ever since she saw them. Roger leaned down and covered her mouth with a kiss. Both their mouths opened and their tongues leapt forward to grapple with each other.

Susan couldn't wait any longer, her need was too great. She knelt in front of him and pulled down his shorts and jock strap. She could smell the close, hot sweat of his crotch and she didn't care. She took his black cock in her hand, already mostly erect and stroked it. She examined it closely, seeing the veins and hair on the shift, the fat balls moving slightly in his scrotum. She thought how nasty this was. She was a wholesome, blonde, pretty housewife. She was about to take this black cock into her mouth, the same cock that had probably fucked innumerable other women, that would fuck her later. She slipped her lips over the head and pushed it into the back of her throat. She enjoyed the gagging reflex that resulted. She wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be the object of his pleasure. It was depraved and degrading. It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She needed to do all the things "they" had told her all her life that she mustn't do.

Susan savored the cock in her mouth. It was salty and hot from the sweat, but she didn't care. It filled her mouth and her mind. She played the slut, teasing him, looking up at his eyes and teasing his cock. She knew she was going to make him come, but he could only hope. He watched her lick him and kiss his cock and watched it bulge her cheek as she sucked. He liked the way her pony tail swung as her head bobbed. He was entranced by the simple gold band on the ring finger of her hand as it stroked his black cock. He desperately wanted to spew his cum in her pretty mouth, but she kept teasing him. Then she looked up at him and said sweetly, "Please don't come in my mouth. I never eat my husband's cum, I shouldn't eat yours."

Susan went back to sucking his cock. Her blue eyes were so sexy as she looked up at his with his cock sliding in and out of her lips. Roger grew steadily closer to coming and Susan gave him little breaks from the exquisite pleasure by sucking his balls or licking his cock. Then she would place her lips back on his cock and he would be frantic again, trying to keep from coming. After one particularly close call, Roger relaxed a little but then he felt her hand on his ass. A finger touched his anus and he flinched. He could see Susan looking up at him, holding his cock between her lips and stroking it slowly with her other hand. Then the finger pushed into his ass, not just a little, but all the way up to the knuckles. Susan seemed to be smiling around his cock. Roger couldn't breathe, desperately he tried to stop the inevitable, then his cock swelled and pulsed and Susan's mouth filled with thick semen. She stroked hard now with her hand and her lips and her finger remained jammed in his ass as she did her best to enhance his orgasm. He bucked and groaned and she lost his cock for a moment, but recaptured it with her lips. She could feel cum on her face now. Roger's orgasm was curling him up in a ball and he was barely able to keep on his feet as he felt his burning seed emptying into Susan's mouth.

Roger finally began to relax, but Susan kept sucking. As depraved as letting a man come in your mouth is, sucking a softening cock with a face and mouth full of cum seemed even more so. She finally released him and swallowed. Wow, she thought, that's the first time I've swallowed a full load of semen. She milked his cock and squeezed more cum from it. The cum oozed out and covered the head, the dark skin showing through the white cum. She then covered the head with her lips and sucked the cum off the cock, cleaning it completely.

There, now she was a slut, a whore, depraved and disgusting. But she had chased away the hollow anxious feeling, broken out of her cage. She had given exquisite pleasure without demanding anything in return. She hadn't asked for anything, but she could think of nothing else except wanting Roger to slide his cock into her. She wanted to be fucked hard.

Roger had other ideas. He helped her to her feet and wiped the cum from her chin using his sweaty shirttail. When his kissed her, he could taste his cum in her mouth. He pulled one strap off her shoulder and then the other and pulled the leotard down enough to expose her breasts. Not yet actually touching her breasts, he sat her down on the couch and knelt on the floor beside her. He kissed her again on the mouth and then

began kissing his way down. First he nibbled her earlobe and then kissed her neck. All the while, Susan was dying to feel his touch on her flesh, flesh that hadn't been touched by a man other than Tom in 10 years.

His lips on her neck gave her goose bumps and she shivered when stuck his tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat. It's no secret why a kiss on the neck is erotic. A human's neck is their most vulnerable place. Baring your neck and letting another person place their teeth on it is a sign of complete trust and submission.

Susan moaned when Roger's lips began to kiss the upper part of her chest and when his full lips finally enclosed her nipple, she sighed loudly and held his head tightly against her. Roger loved breasts and could suck on one all day. Women rarely have as much attention paid to their breasts as they would like. For a long time he just knelt beside the couch and kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked her breasts. Susan just closed her eyes and let her mind drift on a cloud of pleasure. For a moment, she thought about the couch. It was brand new and they were very proud of it. Tom had playfully suggested making love on it one night when the kids were sound asleep, but Susan had refused.

When Roger stopped, Susan watched passively as he pulled her leotard off and left her naked on the couch. He removed his shirt as well so they were both naked now. He returned his lips to her breasts, but now his fingers slid up the inside of her thigh and cupped her mound, his palm pressing against the pubic bone. His fingers found the hot wet, hollow beneath and explored. He found the folds that guarded the cave and then the cave itself. She moaned when one finger and then two slid into her. She couldn't ever remember being this wet. She was so ready.

Roger planted a few kisses on her stomach on the way down. Susan jumped and let out sound between a sign and a groan when his tongue hit her clit, "uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." He couldn't continue it for long because she was almost instantly ready to come. He sensed that she wanted to save that for when she was filled with his cock.

Roger stood up and looked down her while he stroked his once again hard cock. "You're ready now Susan. Tell me how you want it."

With a chill, she knew immediately how she wanted it. She wanted it on her knees, bent over, taking it from behind. She wanted to submit, to be passive. She turned over and knelt on the couch with her face down against the arm and her ass high in the air, exposed. "Fuck me this way." She shivered when she said "fuck me."

Roger put one foot up on the couch and kept the other on the floor. He looked down and saw her pretty ass displayed ludely, her pussy was pink and red and her anus was a small brown pucker. "I want you to put it in," he said. He held her hips while she reached back and found his cock. She stroked it awkwardly and then placed it against her pussy. She felt a shudder as the pointed head parted her flesh and she felt her vagina begin to stretch. He pulled her hips back to him and she was so wet that he slid all the way in. Susan shouted "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" The strange cock slithering up inside of her had felt unbelievably good. It seemed bigger than she was used to. It felt like the scratch to an itch that had plagued her for months. He pulled back until just the ridge around the tip was still inside her and then pushed all the way in again. "Oooohhhh, yyyyeeeessssss! Fuck me!" She felt a thrill every time she uttered the words "fuck me". She didn't talk dirty, she didn't admit to desiring sex, she was a wife and mother.

Roger began fucking her steadily. She as so wet he could thrust as hard as he wanted. His loins slapped against her bottom. She looked back over her shoulder at him standing there, just holding her hips steady while he fucked her. She felt small and weak and totally in his power. It was exactly what she needed and she swooning with desire. She loved the rough fucking she was getting. In this position, her clit didn't get any contact so she only slowly approached orgasm. Then Roger reached around her and found her clit. He began rubbing it in time with his thrusts and Susan's breathing became ragged and then stopped. Then she expelled a lung full of air and drew in another. Roger sped up his cock and his finger and a broken cry exploded from Susan's lips, "aaaahhhhh aaahhhhhhh ahh uh uh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh". He could fell her pussy spasming around his cock. He held tight to her and kept moving his cock and finger while her body was wracked by her orgasm. Finally she went limp and collapsed on the couch. Roger lay on top of her, his cock still embedded in her pussy. He moved slowly in and out. Susan finally whispered "that was incredible." And after a long pause, "That feels good. I might come again if you keep it up."

Just the opposite of what she hoped, he pulled out of her, but then he turned her over on her back. With her hips on the edge of the couch and him kneeling on the floor, he entered her again. Her body was laid out before him as he thrust into her. He used one hand to caress her breasts and the other rubbed her clit as he fucked her. He saw her eyes close and her back arch and her breath caught for moment before it burst forth when her orgasm rolled over her for the second time.

They were both tired, Susan walked into the kitchen got an iced tea for herself and a Coke for Roger. It seemed impossible that she could be walking around her house naked with a strange man, doing something so mundane as drinking an iced tea. She had just had urgent, frantic sex with a stranger in her living room and this had somehow removed any sense of inhibition or fear of discovery.

They chatted a little, Roger was a consultant and could control his own time. He worked out a lot at the gym. As they talked they could appraise each others bodies slowly and thoroughly. As they became rested and recovered, their desire for each other rose in them again and they found themselves embracing and their hands exploring each other's bodies again. They were both in that state of arousal that sometimes occurs between two people who are getting to know each other. One coupling, one orgasm didn't slake their thirst. As soon as they recovered for a few minutes their desire for each other returned in force. There were hours remaining until Tom might return home and Roger and Susan would spend them entwined with each other trying to quell their unabated drive to merge their bodies.

In a haze of desire, Susan took Roger by the hand and led him to the bedroom. In the master bath, they showered together in the large, walk in shower. Susan even took the time to blow dry her hair while Roger caressed her body. Susan then laid on the bed and beckoned Roger to her. She held out her arms and her legs were spread, leaving him room to settle between them. They kissed and Susan felt his weight on her body. She felt deliciously small and vulnerable underneath him. She moaned when he pushed into her.

This was now very personal fucking, face to face, looking in each others eyes, the knowledge of what they were doing burning deep into their consciousness. They were mating. Roger had mounted her and was trying to impregnate her. The enormity of the risk she was taking fired Susan's brain. She wasn't on the pill, he wasn't wearing a condom. The risk was arousing her as much as the cock inside her. She clung to him as he pounded into her. They switched to doggie style and later Roger spooned her. Roger could go on forever because he had come once already. Finally they switched back to missionary style. Susan looked up at Roger and spoke words that made stomach quiver. "It's time, Roger. Fuck me, Roger. Come inside me!"

This made Roger mad with desire and drove into her hard, again and again and the third time he exploded. It felt like his guts pouring out through his cock. Susan came too, as much from the wicked thrill of the strange semen entering her body as from the physical sensations. They both struggled and moaned and forced their bodies together, finally slumping in a heap.

For a couple more hours they just lay in the bed, alternately snuggling or dozing and coupling. They found as many different ways as they could to insert Roger's cock into Susan's mouth or pussy. Roger was able to make Susan come twice more, but he was content to devote his cock to her pleasure the remainder of the afternoon. Roger slipped out before Susan had to leave to pick up the kids.

Susan expected to feel guilt and she did. She felt terrible when she thought about how she had betrayed Tom. Her experience with Roger though had released some pressure on her. This gave her mood a lightness that she had not felt in months. She assuaged her guilt by concentrating on her love for Tom and looking for ways to make it up to him. Mostly, she tried to be especially good for him in bed. She was inspired to be the opposite with Tom than she had been with Roger. She became more romantic, first little things like candlelight while lovemaking. One night she told Tom it was his special night. She lit a couple of candles and stripped Tom naked in bed. As he lay there, she curled up beside him and took his cock in her mouth and gently sucked him. She moved around so he could see her face as she did it. He watched enraptured as she demonstrated for him how much she loved his manhood. As he got hotter and hotter he worried he might come soon. He thought she might not want him to come while she was sucking him. She looked him in the eyes with a loving look on her face and said "It's OK, Honey. Let it go. I want to taste you. I want it because it's you, condensed down into a few droplets." She filled her mouth with him again and stroked him with her lips. Tom felt white hot lava rising in his cock. He could feel it twitch and the hot liquid was near to exploding. Then his cock convulsed and he could feel the hot cum shoot through his cock, scalding it with a streak of heat.

He watched Susan's face as he came and she seemed to have this loving, angelic look as she welcomed his cum into her mouth. She accepted everything his body could ejaculate and then swallowed carefully. She moved up until her face was inches from his and said "Honey, I love you. I'll do anything to make you happy."

Susan was happier in bed with Tom and for a while she felt relieved and free, but after a couple of weeks she began thinking of Roger. She needed more of what he could offer. Sex with Tom was tied up with love and respect. She still had a craving for something else.

She didn't dare bring Roger to her house again so she arranged to go to his apartment during the day. She would do this again and again over the next few months. Every few weeks she would get the craving for the kind of sex Roger could give her.

Roger soon realized what kind of sex Susan wanted. She craved degradation, she wanted to act like a slut, to give up her conservative image of suburban mother for at least a couple of hours. Roger found she was obsessed with his semen. She wanted her face smeared with it or she wanted to gag on mouthfuls of it or she wanted it deep inside her where it was most dangerous. She was careful about becoming pregnant. Whenever Roger came inside her, she took a morning after pill. She wanted the thrill, the risk, of fucking him unprotected, but couldn't risk an actual pregnancy. When they fucked, she liked it best in some impersonal way like doggy style.

The worst time was when a friend of Roger's stopped by just after Susan had arrived. Susan was craving steamy sex and couldn't resist asking Roger's friend to join them. She was both shamed and exhilarated when they both came and covered her face and breasts with cum. She was transported into a dreamland of desire when she felt the thrill of cock in her mouth and her pussy at the same time. She felt more shame when she left knowing she had sperm from two different men inside her fertile body.

Each time she left Roger's apartment, she would feel relief which would drift away and be replaced by the old anxiety in 2-3 weeks. Then she would be back.

As this went on, her relationship in bed with Tom changed gradually. She began to ask him for doggy style more often. One night she made him come on her face. She began to ask him to play rougher, to fuck her harder. Then finally, the tide turned and Tom took the initiative. They were just starting foreplay when Tom knelt by her head and said, "Suck my cock tonight, Susan. Suck it." Her heart pounded as she did as she was told. She was as excited as she had ever been with Tom. She was thrilled when his hips started to move, fucking her mouth. "I'm coming, Susan, I'm coming." He made no move to withdraw. He kept thrust gently in her mouth and she kept sucking as his cock shuddered and twitched and filled her mouth with cum. She tried to contain it all, but she could feel cum all around her mouth. When he finally stopped coming and withdrew she swallowed quickly.

Tom wasn't through. He moved down on top of her and thrust his still hard cock into her. Her fucked her as hard as he could and soon she was coming, screaming out his name, her legs in the air and her nails digging into his back. He rolled her over and slipped into her from behind and fucked her in a simulation of anal sex. Finally he put her on her side in a fetal position and knelt on the bed behind her bottom with his knees beside her back and her thighs. He thrust into her pussy and she was surprised by the feel of the strange angle. Soon they were both panting and grunting and holding their breath. As one, they screamed as they both came and Tom jammed himself deep inside Susan. He held himself there as both of them shook and trembled. When the earthquake passed, Tom collapsed beside Susan.

For a moment there was silence, then Susan said "Wow." Tom started to apologize, but Susan stopped him. "No, Tom, I . . .", she paused, "I liked it. I've never been that hot. When you came in my mouth I knew that you trusted my love for you."

Susan invited Roger over to her house one last time to say goodbye. This time they had sex in Susan and Tom's bed. Instead of rough sex, they made love. Susan lovingly sucked Roger off and ate his cum. The fucked slowly and sensuously, spoon style and then missionary, looking into each other's eye's during their last orgasm together.

Susan loved her final session with Roger, but she no longer needed him. She kissed him goodbye then watched calmly as he drove away down the street.

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