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A Wife's Secrets by RLM

Preface:

Over the years, my wife has occasionally kept some of her activities secret for a short, or very limited, period of time. As far as I know, she has always told me all the details at some later, opportune time when she judged that such a revelation would serve to excite us both and thereby strengthen our marriage. I have revealed some of her "secrets" in the stories I have written that are now posted on www.asstr-mirror.org. In this narrative, I reveal others that I consider to be particularly erotic and exciting. To the extent possible, I have written the story from her perspective as she revealed the details to me. I hope they excite you as much as they did me.

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Carl

It is past midnight, but I'm not certain of the exact time. I just know that it has been more than an hour since Carl brought me home. The wetness still coats my thighs as I have not showered. There was no need since my husband is out of town on a four-day business trip for his firm. I am acutely conscious of the condition of my vagina, not just its slick wetness, but mostly its widely stretched condition. Carl used it several times, each time forcing it wider and more open. I have tried to estimate how long he was inside me. I know it was more than an hour. Could it have been two hours? Possibly. He was insatiable.

Involuntarily, my hand moves between my thighs to explore my gaping labia. I feel the small trickle of sperm leaking from my cunt. I don't think of it as my vagina or my pussy when it feels like this. It's my cunt. Moving my fingers upward to to the top of my sexual slit, I feel my hard, still erect, clitoris. It is tender, a little sore, and very sensitive. I stroke it and gasp at the combination of pain and pleasure. I wonder if it will lose its tenderness, its stiffness, its "erection", by morning.

My breath deepens when I remember how Carl's large, black penis had scraped and frictioned against it as he moved in and out of my body.. again and again.. over and over.. harder and harder... faster and faster. It had taken him two months to seduce me, and tonight he had finally fucked me. He had told me several weeks before that he intend to have me, to seduce me, to fuck me, and tonight he had. He had been confident, masculine, dominate, fully in command when he had spread me on the hotel bed. My cunt throbs as I recall how he had wedged his naked body into the saddle of my thighs and held his cock just outside the opening to my cunt.

His penis... no.. his cock.. had been like a huge tempered steel shaft.. hard.. rigid .. alive .. throbbing .. leaking copious quantities of precum as a harbinger of the huge loads of semen he would later ejaculate into my hungry cunt each time he fucked me. He had kissed me hard, his tongue driving deep inside my mouth. When he broke the kiss, he ordered me to use my fingers to spread my pussy open. I had used my left hand to do it and my right hand to put his cock into my opened hole. As I replayed the evening in my mind, I was keenly aware that I was beginning to throb and lubricate yet again, as if Carl was still with me, preparing to screw me another time.

I had cum within a minute after he had entered me. His huge, black cock stretched my cunt more than any other I had previously had. I came Hard. Very hard.. spastic contractions shooting throughout my entire vagina. My clitoris danced wildly at the same time. I came even harder when he told me what a hot Bitch I was. When he began to fuck me, my orgasm seemed to intensify. I tried to estimate the number of orgasms I had had, but could not. There were too many.

Carl gave me exactly what I wanted... what I needed.
He informed me... didn't ask me... just informed me that I was to suck him. I had never had a man so confident that he simply told me to suck.. clearly with no intention of taking "no" for an answer. It never occurred to me to say no. But he was so big! Try as I might, I couldn't get all of of his cock into my throat. I knew that at least 8 inches were in me, but there was still more and I was unable to force it the rest of the way down my throat. Carl had forgiven me but he had also instructed me to get a large dildo and practice... specifically, he had said that he expected better performance the next time he fucked me.

I suddenly realize that I am masturbating. I can't stop. My fingers move over my erect clitoris faster and faster. Two of them sliding inside working my G-spot. I hear myself moaning, feel my hips and ass thrusting, almost as hard as they had thrust last night.. over and over .. hour after hour.

My pussy throbbed as I thought about Carl fucking me
Gordon doesn't know about Carl. He knows Carl... but he doesn't know about him. He doesn't know that he has been gradually seducing his wife for two months. He doesn't know about his monster, black cock. He doesn't know that he fucked me last night and that he will soon be fucking me again and again. I wonder how many times he will fuck me in the months to come. Gordon thinks Carl is just another customer in my business. He comes in often, each time buying some wine, some scotch, some snacks and mix. But mostly he comes in to excite me, to get me wet, to prepare me for his conquest, to prepare me for fucking, and he does a very masterful job of it.

I hear myself moan. I feel my cunt beginning to throb, to contract about Carl's prick that I imagine is inside me again, fucking me. My hips arch high off the bed. My body is suspended in the air with only my feet and my shoulders touching the bed. My legs gape widely. My vaginal muscles contract forcing air from my cunt. The orgasm washes over me, my clitoris throbbing and dancing. The four fingers I have thrust inside my cunt feel every contraction. I'm glad no one is home to hearing me screaming, "FUCK ME, CARL... OOOHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE".

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Carl only allowed me a day to rest before he called. The wetness seeped from my between my thighs as I listened to his confident, strong, masculine voice:

"I hope you are well rested, Paula, and no longer sore."

"I'm fine", I responded, my voice barely a whisper.

"Are you going to tell your husband about us?"

After a moment's thought, I responded, "No. At least, not yet. Later on, I will, but not now."

"That's too bad. I would have enjoy screwing you even more if Gordon knew I was doing it. But.. no matter.. I'll pick you up at 8 PM tonight. I have reservations for us at Richard's Club. A back room. Very private. Wear something revealing, sexy... exciting. Wear stockings, 4-inch heels, but do not wear panties. Understand?"

"Yes... I'll wear something hot for you", my voice almost breaking with excitement. "Are we going to the same hotel again? I hope you will change places. I don't want them to recognize us."

"We will go where ever I decide to go. It doesn't matter if we change hotels or not. They all know me, and when they see you with me and dressed hot, everyone knows that I'm fucking you. Someone will probably tell Gordon. Would you rather not go out with me?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but not sound emerged. My legs were trembling. I had to put my hand on the table top for support to keep from falling. My brain wanted to say no, but my throbbing, wet pussy made the decision. "No. Please. I want to be with you."

"Why? If you so worried that others will know, why do you want to be with me?"

"You know why", I moaned.

"Tell me!"

My breath was coming in gasps now. "I want you to make love to me", I whispered in a low, passion-filled voice.

"I'm not going to make love to you, Paula. I'm going to fuck you. Many times... very hard... very deep. Shall I pick you up at 8 PM?"

"Yes... please. Pick me up and fuck me."

"All right. And there's no need for you to worry about going to the same hotel. We won't be going there."

I'm sure that Carl heard my sigh of relief. "Where are we going?"

"Back to your house. I'm going to fuck you in your bed tonight. Be ready at 8 PM."

The phone went dead in my hand. I held onto the table for support as my body shuddered in a small orgasm at the thought of Carl screwing me in same bed where my husband makes love to me.

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It is now 10 PM. I can hardly remember what I had for dinner. All I could think about was the evening to come in my bedroom later that night.

The lights are on in my bedroom now. Carl likes to see my mouth open in a deep moan, my tits bouncing, and his cock sinking in and out of me. The pillow under my hips elevates my cunt into perfect position for him. My chest is heaving with increasing excitement causing my tits to rock back and forth. His eyes watch them moving. My nipples are so hard... throbbing... My legs are straight up in the air exposing my cunt slit and my ass so Carl can see them. I know he wants me to spread my legs. I feel the wetness gushing from my cunt. I still have my bra on, and I can feel my hardened nipples pressing against the bra cup, aching to be released. Carl watches me as I pull my legs further back so my asshole is fully exposed.

My excitement mounts as Carl looks at my cunt slit and ass.
He motions with his hands for me to open myself. I can't do it fast enough. Now my legs gape open, my thighs shining with my wetness. I know my labia are swollen... open... gaping... ready for cock.

All the surroundings are familiar... the light blue sheets, the paintings and pictures on the wall, the stained birch bedposts, the thick, beige carpeting, my large walk-in closet, the whirlpool bath, the deck beyond the large sliding glass door, my dresser, makeup, and personal items. Only the muscular male mounting me... about to enter my cunt... is out of place. He's on me now, his weight pressing my body into the mattress. I realize I'm moaning... begging him to put it into my cunt.

I feel the bloated head as it is pressed against my opening. "You're wet... very wet.. and open", he says as he swabbed his cockhead up and down the length of my pulsing slit. When it moves over my engorged clitoris, electrifying shocks of sexual pleasure surge through me. My vagina contracts in anticipation. The sensation is so intense I can't keep my legs from rising and locking around his buttocks. My hips strain upwards, trying desperately to impale myself on his huge cock, but he moves back, teasing me with it, making me beg.

"Ohhh Please! Give it to me! Don't tease me. FUCK ME!"

"How do you want it?"

"Deep... Hard... OOHHH Hurry!"

"Take it, you hot sexy Bitch!"

With one, hard thrust he gave me what I wanted. "AAAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... UUuuuuuhhhhhgggggg..."

Feeling Carl's huge cock stretching me open again makes my belly quiver with pleasure. The first three inches sinks into me. It feels like it must be even more, but I know from experience that that feeling is just due to the huge thickness of his black cock.

"You're so fucking hot and wet", Carl whispers in my ear as he pushes another inch into my hole. The sensation is incredible. My cunt expands to take him. Even though there is some pain, I want it!

OOHHHH MORE!.
"More...more... oohhh please... MORE..MORE!"

He gives it to me... two more thick inches. The cock flexes inside my hole causing my clit to jerk in a hard spasm of momentary pain. I try to pull my hips back but his hands are under my ass holding my cunt in position as he bores in even further. Two more inches of cock enter me... pulsing, driving inward.. forcing my womb back to make room for his shaft.

"Ooohhhhh Gawd! Is it all in?" I moan.

"Not yet. Two more inches to go."

"No.. I can't take it... It's too big.."

Naturally, Carl ignores me. I hear the squishing, sucking sound as he withdraws leaving only the head inside my stretched vagina. He drives back into me hard and fast, pulling my ass upward as he buries his cock inside my wildly throbbing cunt. All ten inches are in me. Again and again, I feel him flex his shaft... stretching me... putting intense pressure on my clit. Then he stops with it buried in me to the hilt. His hands are on my tits... squeezing ... stroking... twisting the nipples. This continues for several minutes until my hips begin to move slowly.. sensuously.. up and down... inviting him to begin fucking me.

"Ready?"

"Oh yes! GIVE IT TO ME!"

The fucking is intense. Hard! Deep! My tits are jarred back and forth with every thrust. I hear myself grunting each time the hard cock head thuds into the bottom of my cunt. Suddenly, I cum. Repeated spasms knot the muscles of my belly; my cunt contracts and throbs.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... OH .. OH.. OH.. OH.. GGHHAAAA.... CUMMINGGG... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!!"

The sensation is so intense, I ask.. then beg.. him to stop. "No.. Stop.. No more... I can't take anymore.. don't... please.. don't... "

Carl ignores me. His cock is hard as steel and he's close to cumming. There's no way he's going to stop fucking me just because I ask him to. Again and again, over and over, he rams in and out of my throbbing cunt.

"NO.. please.. Don't.. I can't...aaahhhhhh.... no... ugh ugh ... UGH .. UGH.. OOHHHH GAWD...... Don't... Stop... ahhhhh... Don't Stop... DON'T STOP... HARDER... PLEASE... HARDER... GIVE IT TO ME HARDER.... I'M CUMMING AGAIN... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

This time, my vaginal contractions triggered Carl's climax. His semen roared into my hole, filling me to the point that cum was spurting out and running down the crack of my ass.

I'm given no more than 10 minutes to rest... to recover from the fierce fucking I've received. Carl orders me onto my hands and knees. I assume the position, but he's not satisfied. With a sharp slap on my ass, he tells me to put my head on the bed and arch my ass as high as possible. Again, I do as I'm told, but again, it's not sufficient. This time my ass is spanked much harder as he orders me to move my knees further apart. Finally, he's satisfied with my position. I wait... cunt elevated.. I know what is to come.

Paula in position and waiting
I don't have to wait long before I feel the sleek, throbbing head of Carl's black cock against my wet opening. It presses against my pussy, stretching me open once more. This time, my cunt opens easily for his cock, and he slides it into me. His thick shaft sinks smoothly and steadily into my lubricated sex channel until it thuds with force and authority against the bottom of my cunt. A grunt of pleasure mixed with pain erupts from my throat.

His hands are on my hips holding me in fucking position. The first stroke is slow, steady. I feel every black inch of cock being pulled from my cunt until only the head remains inside. My body is jarred forward by the next hard thrust that forces another grunt of passion from me. Then, Carl begins to fuck me... hard.. demanding thrusts.. again and again into my hole. In moments, I feel my vagina contracting as I explode in an intense climax.

Carl gives it to Paula doggie.
Carl continues to fuck me right through my first orgasm without slowing down. Soon, he's ready to shoot.

"I'm gonna cum, Bitch. Get ready to take it!", he warns me.

A few more thrusts and I feel his organ expanding and then jerking inside my hole. He's cumming in me again. His throbbing cock makes my belly contract. My asshole pulses.. open...shut.. open.. shut.. as I cum with him.

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Carl spent all that night and most of the next two days and nights fucking me. After Gordon returned, he found a way to see me at least twice a week. Every time my husband was out of town, he fucked me constantly. Occasionally, he would have me suck his cock for hours on end until I was begging him to put it into my cunt. This continued for eight months until his company moved him to a different area. In all, he had me nearly a hundred times, and each time, he never failed to shoot into me at least twice.

Over a year later, while Gordon and I were having sex, I told him about Carl. He shot off almost immediately. Throughout the following several weeks, he kept pumping me for details until I had told him everything. Men always want quantitative details about these things. He wanted to know how many times Carl had fucked me. Initially, I avoided the question with the excuse that I hadn't counted, but he demanded that I estimate. After I confessed that it was about twice a week and four times a day when he was out of town, he figured out that Carl had probably taken me a hundred times.

That still wasn't enough information for him. He also wanted to know how many times he had cum in me.

"How do you expect me to know that?" I had responded, again avoiding his question.

Again, he demanded that I estimate. "How many times did he usually get off when he screwed you?"

When I said it was two or three times, he took the average of two and half and calculated that Carl had shot about 250 loads into me. His cock was hard when he told me his estimate.

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Kent

Carl was just one of the secrets my wife kept from me. We share a lot, but not everything. Sharing everything is not conducive to a successful marriage. I've had my secrets as well. Some couples keep secrets because of fear of jealousy by the spouse or because of guilt. Secrets such as those are probably harmful. Paula and I keep some things secret simply because they are much more erotic and pleasurable when they are kept secret than if they were openly known.

Take, for example, Mr. Kent Baxter. Mr. Baxter is our next door neighbor. He is about 60, married, and a very randy guy in spite of his age. His wife does little to satisfy his erotic and kinky sexual tastes. He began spying on my wife several years ago. At the time, Paula kept this to herself. As she later said, if she had told me at the start, his spying would have lost its erotic edge.

Much later, Paula told me that she was certain that she had given Mr. Baxter more orgasms than his wife. A week didn't go by that she didn't get him off at least twice. In fact, she believed that it was probably more than that since she was certain that he was thinking about her when he jerked off in the bathroom or elsewhere. When she did tell me about our randy neighbor, she took pains to make the story as erotic as possible. Read it for yourself.

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I can feel the wetness seeping into the crotch of my panties as I lower my skirt. I'm very aware that my bedroom curtains are open. I should be. I intentionally opened them before I began to undress. I also turned on the extra lamp beside the bed to provide more illumination.

Paula shows it to Kent.
As I begin to slowly unbutton my blouse, I glance across the 15 foot space separating our bedroom window form Kent's study where he keeps his binoculars. I'm almost certain that he's watching me because the lights are out in his study, and I can see the curtains moving a little. You see, it's difficult for him to stroke his hard cock and not cause the curtains to move. In addition, it's Tuesday evening, the time I usually put on one of my biweekly strip shows for him. Some times I let him see me in my panties, bra, stockings and heels. Tonight, I'm excited, hot, and have decided to do more.

Reaching behind my back, I slip the catch to my bra open. My 36DD tits surge forward, happy to be released from their tight bondage. I feels so good to cup them, to slowly run my fingers over the engorged nipples, twisting them to send delightful tremors through my pussy. I move right in front of the open window, cup them, and present them to his eyes. The excitement makes me throb. I know it has made Kent hard.

As my fingers squeeze the nipples, they harden into stiff peaks. My excitement mounts even higher as I notice the curtain to Kent's study slowly being opened. He is certainly there and I know his binoculars are focused right on my large tits. A small light comes on as I expected it would. He has recently gotten up enough nerve to turn it on so I can see him jacking off his 7-inch prick.

He really enjoys it when I bend over wearing only my panties and thrust my ass back in his direction while, at the same time, pulling the panties up and sinking the crotch band deep into my cuntal slit. That usually makes him cum. Turning my back to the window, I do it, exactly like that. When I'm bent over, and my panties are slotted deep inside my pussy, I can't resist reaching back and spreading my buttocks so he can focus the binoculars right on my exposed sex holes. I can feel my clitoris beginning to throb.

The panties slot deep inside her pussy.
Pulling a chair near the window, I sit and begin the ritual of caressing my legs and my thigh-high stockings. As I lift my left leg and slowly, tantalizingly remove the four-inch heel from my foot, my mind wanders back to a time a month ago when I accidentally met Kent in the grocery store. I had been flashing him for months and knew that he must be jacking off as he watched. We chatted, and as I recalled how he had told me how much he loved watching me, my cunt slowly pulsed.

Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, "Do you jerk off while you watch me?"

"You know I do. Who wouldn't? You're incredibly beautiful and sexy."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm..... I like that. Why don't you open the curtain and put a light so I can see you doing it?" He told me he would think about it. It took him two weeks to get up the nerve to turn on the light.

Spreading my legs wide, I began to slide my hands down my thigh. To give Kent the best possible view, I slid forward in my chair so that my ass is right at the edge. Then, I open my legs as wide as possible. Bending my knee, I pull the panties aside. Keeping my leg up and bent, I hold my sexy pose and let him focus the binoculars right on my exposed cunt.

Paula exposes her cunt for Kent's viewing pleasure.
I know he wants me to remove my panties. But I make him wait as I lower my left leg and repeat the entire process, caressing and lifting my other leg. When I'm again spread wide for his viewing pleasure, I recalled how I had casually opened a button on my blouse that day in the grocery store. The thought makes my cunt throb. Kent's mouth had fallen open. When I opened a second button, his eyes were locked onto my bulging tits. I opened a third button and pulled the blouse open letting him see every thing down to my nipples. I dropped my eyes to his crotch and asked him in a whisper, "Are you hard? Don't you wish you could jack off right here.. right now?"

In response to my question, he couldn't keep from squeezing his cock right there in the middle of the grocery store he was so turned on. "Oh god, yes. I'm so hard I can't believe it." he had whispered back.

Standing, I turn through 360 degrees to give him a complete tour of my near-naked body. Only the slotted panties and my stockings are left. Glancing at his window, I see him slowly stroking his now very hard and erect cock. He is almost as hard as he was that day in the grocery store.

At the moment, I present my ass to Kent, bent over slightly, and begin lowering my panties down my thighs. That day in the grocery store, I reached into my blouse and pulled my bra down below my tits. I thought he was going to cum in his pants. And to be honest, I felt like I would cum too if I so much as touched my clitoris. Before we parted, I wrote down my cell phone number and gave it to him. "Don't call if you see my husband in the bedroom. If he's not present, call me if you like. I'll take requests."

As soon as I told him that, he began to pull on his cock. When I saw the stain spreading across the front of his pants, I pressed my thighs tightly together and had a small orgasm myself.

As my panties hit the floor, I knew that I would probably cum this time too. My thighs were already wet with the secretions from my aroused and ready cunt. I answered my cell phone on the first ring, knowing who would be on the other end of the line.

Kents views Paula's sexy ass through his binoculars.
"Bend over more. I want to see your naked hot ass."

More fluids gush from between my labia as I follow my caller's directions. Knowing that he wanted to see it, I again reach back and pull my buttocks open, exposing both holes.

"Get closer to the window", came the next command.

Once more, I do as ordered. When I feel the cold glass against my ass, I spread my heels several feet apart, bend over, and grasp my ankle with my right hand as I continue to listen to the phone with my left. I hear Kent moan. Through his window, I see his hand flashing up and down his rigid cock faster and faster. It is rigid with lust for me, and I know that the head must be coated with precum from his excitement.

Slowly I turn and present my front to the window. Moving forward, I gasp when the cold glass pane comes into contact with my erect nipples. Again I hear the voice over the phone. "Open your cunt!"

I use two fingers to pry my lips open and expose my clitoris. I wonder if he might actually be able to see my clit throbbing as I thrust my pelvis forward. I hold the pose and look through his window again. His cock is still hard as steel, standing nearly straight up. His right hand jacks his shaft while he operates the video camera with his left. Kent hasn't done this before. The thought that he will have video of me both frightens and arouses me. I realize that I want him to capture the full eroticism of my naked body on his camera. I'm now certain that I will climax soon.

"Lie on the bed. Put a pillow beneath your hips and make yourself cum. Hurry! I can't hold it much longer."

A minute later, my hips are mounted on a pillow; my thighs wide open, knees steepled, and my fingers are flying over my hard, throbbing clitoris. Across the way, Kent has the camera on a tripod focused, I'm certain, right on my exposed cunt. His hand is jerking his cock as hard and as fast as mine is working my clit and pussy.

I need more. Reaching into the drawer in the bedside table, my hand closes over my large dildo. Mounting the pillow once more, I spread and thrust the huge toy into my wet, open cunt. It slides in easily. In moments, my cunt is throbbing around its girth.

Paula's cunt throbs around the huge dildo.
"I'm cumming!" says the voice over the phone.

"I'm cumming too", mine responds.

I watch the huge stream of semen erupt from Kent's iron-hard penis and splatter over his window. At the same time, his telephoto lens captures the intense contractions of my cunt as my juices spurt outward several inches.

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We enjoyed this erotic game once or twice a week for months until Kent's wife caught him masturbating while watching me. After that, we could only do it when she was not at home. Of course, he could always watch all the video he had of me, and I'm sure he did.

Several months later, I told Gordon what was going on. His response was to begin enjoying my show from our hallway while Kent watched from his window. They both jerked off and often came at almost the same time.

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Paula is not particularly athletic but she likes to play tennis in spite of the fact that her game is terrible. Since she enjoyed the game so much, I encouraged her to enroll in some lessons at our country club. She did, and much later she told me about those "lessons".

Alan

Alan carefully stroked the ball back over the net so that I would be able to reach it and return the shot. Each time I returned his shot, he gave me positive reinforcement coupled with one or two suggestions about my footwork, the positioning of my shoulders prior to executing the shot, advance racquet preparation, and bending my knees to get down on the ball. He was a marvelous tennis instructor.

"You hit that last shot into the net, Paula, primarily because you didn't bend your knees and get down on the shot. If the ball comes in low, and you attempt to return it from an upright position, the majority of the time you will net the ball. Bend your knees, get down on the shot."

He hit me another ball and I did as he had instructed. Amazingly, the ball moved smartly off the racquet face, cleared the net by a full foot, and rocketed into the corner out of Alan's reach.

"That's the way!" he exclaimed. "Great shot! Now keep it up."

It was typical instruction from Alan, who was always upbeat and courteous. He was also always incredibly handsome and sexy. Which probably explained why all the female members of the club wanted him as an instructor. It also explained why few, if any of us, ever really improved. It was just too damn hard to concentrate on hitting a tennis ball properly when that incredible 21-year old hunk was dashing around on the other side of the net in his tight fitting tennis shorts and white T-shirt. The T-shirt always looked like the material would rip apart if he took a deep breath, and his shorts as well if he should ever get an erection while wearing them.

"Has he fucked you yet?" Jackie asked me as we sipped bloody marys after my hour of instruction from Alan.

"No. In fact, he hasn't even made a pass at me. He doesn't seem interested in any of the women. Or am I wrong? Have you had him?"

"No, I haven't, damn it! I've given him some hints but he has ignored all of them. I know several of women who have let him know that they're available, but he hasn't fucked any of them."

"How do you know he hasn't?" I asked, now very intrigued.

"They told me. And believe me, if they had scored with him, they would have been bragging about it. Don't you get wet whenever you spend an hour on court with him?

When I didn't answer, Jackie repeated her question. "Well. Did your pussy get wet this afternoon out there?"

"Yeah. It did. He's a very sensuous, sexy looking man. Would be hard not to get excited."

"Most of us have concluded that he's gay. I think I agree. Hard to see why he would pass up all the pussy being thrown at him if he's not."

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That night after getting a very hard and thorough fucking from Gordon, I found myself unable to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Alan's sexy body and that big bulge in his tennis shorts. It didn't seem to matter that I had just had two intense orgasms with my husband, my pussy was still very interested in Alan. Could he really be gay? Possibly, but I had never seen him in the company of any of the other men. Even the two male members whom I knew were gay had never approached him. If he were gay, they would have both been interested in bedding him.

I was shocked to realize that I had begun masturbating right beside my husband. I forced myself to stop for fear that he would wake up enough to realize what I was doing. Even though he loves to watch me get myself off, his masculine ego would be hurt if he thought I had to finger fuck myself to an orgasm because he was such a poor lover. And if a woman damages a guy's ego, she can just about forget about getting any hot sex from him for a long time.

Even though I had forced myself to take my hand out of my cunt, my mind wouldn't obey as well. I laid in bed awake for another hour thinking about how big Alan's penis was and how much bigger it might get if I sucked it and then put it into my wet cunt. I tried to figure out how many of the women at the club he had fucked because I didn't believe for a moment Jackie's conclusion that he hadn't had any of them.

Darla Carter is vamp.. fucks any guy. I was certain that he must have been in her many times. Kay Bomar was hot, flirty. Alan had probably banged her too. Sonia Beachy could be really slutty. I knew that she had come on to Gordon several times. Alan would have had no trouble getting between her thighs. Then there was Gayle Stotts. She maintained an outward facade of conservative propriety, but I had seen her staring at Alan's crotch several times, and once, after her lesson, I saw her hard nipples making two big indentations in her shirt. She was more than ready for his cock.

One by one, I thought about all the women I knew. Frankly, I thought that Alan had probably fucked most of them. Except me, I thought. I fell asleep that night imagining that the he had fucked me several times and that I was so exhausted I couldn't move.

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Alan stroked the ball over the net to my backhand. I reached it easily, but it stayed low to the court. Following his instructions, I bent low to the ball, and the ultra short shorts I had elected to wear slid up over my buttocks. The narrow crotch band sank into my slit. The friction on my clitoris was intense, and my pussy was responding by gushing lubricant preparing my sex channel for penetration. Normally, my panties would kept the crotch band out of my pussy, but I wasn't wearing any. At least, I didn't have to worry about my panties showing.

Instead of the usual crisscross sports bra, I was wearing a flimsy, nylon bra over my 36DD tits. As a result, I was bouncing all over the place every time I moved to hit a shot. As we played, the perspiration soaked the white T-shirt I wore. Before we were half done, it looked like I was an entry in a wet T-shirt contest.

Most of the women sipping cool drinks on the veranda were watching us. I knew their interest was not a result of my excellent play. They were curious if I would be successful in seducing our young tennis instructor. I was sure the betting odds were not in my favor since none of the other women had succeeded.

After a half hour, I became more and more convinced that Alan was deliberately placing the ball where I would have to run and bend to each shot. Usually, he kept the ball within easy reach, but not today. And I knew it wasn't because my game was improving. He wanted to see my tits bounce and see my shorts slide up over my ass and into my pussy each time I had to bend for the ball. I didn't mind in the least.

With about five minutes or so left in our lesson, I had hit a ball into the net and walked forward to retrieve it. As I bent to pick it up, my eyes were on a level with Alan's crotch. And he was close to the net. He had a hard-on! No question about it. He was trying to conceal it, but it was just too hard, too big. I loved it, and my cunt loved it even more.

Standing at the net, I called him over. "I think we should call it quits for the day. I'm tired of playing with tennis balls. Let's go some where private where I can play with your balls. Judging from that hard bulge, I think you need it."

I wasn't sure what response I expected, but what I got was the last thing I anticipated. Alan began to blush furiously. When he saw me staring at his clearly outlined prick, it throbbed, and he blushed even more deeply. Instead of the confident, easy-going tennis instructor, he seemed to have been magically transformed into a tongue-tied teenage boy. In an effort to calm him, I leaned closer and whispered, "Please say you're interested. You have me so excited, I think I might rape you right here on the court if you don't take me some where."

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My husband had already gone to bed. I told him I wasn't sleepy and would sit up and watch some TV. He grinned, said OK, and moved to my side to kiss me. As he did so, his hand cupped my breasts and caressed the nipple. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to spend some time in bed with me first. You can get up later and watch TV if you're still not sleepy."

I felt my pussy throb in response to his invitation, but I knew I was too sore to be able to enjoy it. I was even afraid that it would be so painful that I have to ask him to stop. So, I used some of the time-honored excuses women usually use when they want to avoid sex... I was really too tired.. I had a mild headache ... every muscle seemed to hurt from the tennis that afternoon ... so on and so forth. My husband didn't protest or pout. He just kissed me tenderly again and said, "My loss.. can I get you anything? Some Tylenol or an aspirin? Maybe some juice?"

"Thank you, Darling. But I'll be fine. I'm not sick. Just sore and tired. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow. I'll go to the other bedroom to watch TV so it won't disturb you."

Gordon again leaned over and kissed me softly, first on my eye and then on my lips. "Good night, Gorgeous." My husband is a prince of a man.

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An hour later, I'm in our guest bedroom with the door locked. The TV set is on, but the sound is turned very low. I wasn't watching it at all. The towel beneath my hips is damp with my wetness, which continue to seep from my excited vagina as my fingers slowly, but firmly, stroke my hard, erect clitoris.

Paula's fingers slowly storke her throbbing clitoris.
I still couldn't believe it. Alan had followed me to the car that afternoon, and after that into the motel room I had previously rented. As soon as we were inside, I had pressed my body against his and crushed my mouth to his. I could feel his cock jerking and throbbing against my mound, but he seemed lost, uncertain. Finally, I pulled back and asked softly, "What's wrong? Am I grossing you out with my slutty behavior?"

His words still rang in my ears. "Oh no! I love it.. It's just that... well.. It's just that.. "

"What?"

"I'm not very experienced."

When I ran my hand over his bulge, it jerked hard and contracted in a hard spasm. "I'm sure you have the equipment and enough experience to more than satisfy this old married woman."

Then came the bombshell! "I want you so bad. But the truth is that I've never done it before. I've always been shy, and beautiful women scare me. I'm afraid I won't please you."

A virgin.. a 21-year old male virgin! My excitement rose to a point that I was having a problem breathing... a virgin! I was going to be his first woman! I was going to be the first to enjoy and satisfy his big hard cock. I just went wild. I literally ravished him... his body... his mouth... his cock... And when he saw how hot I was over his virgin status, he relaxed and his confidence grew with every throb of his penis.

My fingers pump in and out of my wet hole as I think about the following two hours. First, I told him to strip me naked and put me on the bed on my back, but not to undress himself. When he had me lying on the bed naked, I whispered in ear.. "Now you're in charge. I'm so hot for you, I'm really helpless. Make me show it to you."

Alan has Paula spread wide for him.
He did exactly that. First, he made me spread my legs wide open. Not satisfied, he ordered me to lift them and press my knees against my breasts. Once he had me in that obscene position, he put his head between my thighs and began to lick me. The next half hour was just a blur in my memory. Toward the end, I was screaming... begging him to stop... my vagina and clitoris were convulsing and dancing in one continuous orgasm. Alan ignored my pleas. His tongue continued to work my clitoris; his fingers plunged and probed my cunt working on my G-spot. The motel bed became soaked with my juices. When Alan finally stopped, I was nearly unconscious. My chest was heaving, trying, unsuccessfully, to suck in enough oxygen. I remember being too tired to hold my legs up or even close them, if I had wanted to.

My fingers stroke my clitoris harder even though it is still sore from the intense sex of the afternoon. The sounds Alan had made when he first pushed his prick into my soaked pussy turned me on as much as the feel of my cunt being stretched open. My hips had involuntarily arched upward to receive his hard shaft, and my groans mixed with his deep grunts of male pleasure as his iron-hard dick surged in and out of my hot, wet vagina. He couldn't seem to thrust into me hard enough even though he had his hands under my ass and was slamming it into me as if he were driving in a railway spike. Every time he rammed it home, his grunts and moans rang in my ears. He kept telling me how wonderful it was... how good my cunt felt.

Alan's thick cock stretches her as it sinks in.
He was so wild and hot, there was no way he could last very long. In less than two minutes, he was ready to cum and so was I. He begged me not to make him pull out... to let him cum inside my cunt. I circled my legs around his hips, locked my ankles, held his body tightly against my breasts with my arms, and moaned in his ear...

Alan is ready to cum.
"Don't you even think about trying to remove your cock from my cunt, Stud. Shoot it in! Fill my cunt, Baby!"

After those words, there was no way he could hold it another stroke. I could feel his spastic contractions as he pumped his load into me. His cock jerked and flexed again and again, pumping thick streams of semen into me. The memory causes my clit to erupt under my fingers now.

I continue to caress my soaked pussy thinking about how he had stayed on me even after his orgasm had ebbed, his semi-hard cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled vagina. In less than a minute, it began to harden, expand, and fill me again. In another 30 seconds, he was hard again. He told me... didn't ask... just told me that he was going to fuck me again. Ten minutes later, he came in me again. My pussy had exploded twice before he emptied his second load inside me.

He rested on my body for a minute before rolling off me onto his back. It was amazing. His cock was still partially erect. He shyly asked, "Would you mind doing it?"

"What?" I asked.

"You know."

"Yes, I know, but tell me to do it. Don't ask. Tell me."

"Suck my cock! Clean it off with your mouth. Suck me hard so I can fuck your hot cunt again!" He was just as good taking instructions as giving them.

My hips arch upward, my fingers sink deep inside my pulsing cunt. I'm about to cum again. It was so damn hot! That big throbbing cock inside my mouth. Alan moaning every time I suck the head, groaning as I let my lips slide down his thick shaft, thrusting upward when I took him into my throat.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth!" he announced.

As I recalled how hard his cock was as it jerked and pumped his cum down my throat, my pussy erupts, juices spurt, and I'm cumming wildly on my fingers.

He was like a boy with a new toy. He couldn't get enough. After he had filled my belly with his semen, he had pushed me onto my back again and spent a long time exploring my body. It didn't bother him at all to lick my pussy even though it was full of his cum. Oh god, he was wild for it. His passion caused mine to flare again. I realize that I'm masturbating again. My fingers are inside my cunt, working my G-spot. I spread wider, straighten my legs, point my toes, and arch my hips... pumping... rubbing myself harder and faster.

Alan rolls me onto my belly and orders me to arch my ass. When its elevated, he moves behind me. "Spread your knees.. I want to see your hole." The memory makes my cunt gush and throb. I'm going to cum again. I can't believe how hard his cock is as he rams it back into me in doggie position. It thuds against the bottom of my cunt. He holds my hips and rams me again.. and again.. and again. I'm moaning... cumming... I know he can see my asshole opening... closing.. as I cum on his big, thrusting cock.

My fingers flash in and out of my elevated cunt. Another finger works on my engorged, throbbing clit. I'm going to cum!

Alan drives his cock spike into my contracting, throbbing hole. I feel it expand... throb.. jerk.. then it shoots! It's shooting in me again.. more cum pumping into me.. I came again then... and I cum again on my fingers now.

Before we finally left the motel, he had shot off in me five times, twice while he rode me missionary style, another time while I straddled and rode his cock, a fourth time with me on my hands and knees giving it to me doggie, and the fifth time when he ejaculated down my throat. He never stopped telling me how wonderful it was. As we were leaving, he kissed me repeatedly, thanking me, and saying he hoped that he had pleased me. The confident bastard knew damn well he had pleased me.

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After that afternoon in the motel, our tennis lessons became 20 minutes of Alan giving me instructions on how to stroke the ball and the remainder of the hour practicing his stroking in and out of my pussy. Whenever I stopped by the club, even if I had no tennis lesson scheduled, Alan seemed to find some way to get me alone long enough for him to give it to me. I wondered if I was the only one he was banging.

Jackie provided the answer to my question several weeks later while we were sipping drinks on the veranda. "Guess what. Alan finally fucked me yesterday after my tennis lesson. I was stunned. I had already decided that he was gay. Boy! Was I ever wrong!"

"He was good, huh?"

"Good isn't the word for it. He's a real stud. We did it for almost an hour. He came three times, and I can't even estimate how many times he got me off. Have you had him yet?"

When I hesitated, Jackie said, "Oh my god! You have haven't you? How many times? How long as he been getting into you?"

"About two months now. It started a few days after you told me that you thought he might be gay. Since then, he's been doing me every time we have a lesson and other times as well. And I agree. He's a stud, but before he had me the first time, he was a virgin."

"You've got to be kidding?"

"No way. A real, honest to god virgin. That's why he didn't respond to any of our hints. He didn't know what he was supposed to do."

"That's amazing. But I can tell you, Honey. He certainly doesn't have that problem any longer."

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After that conversation with Jackie, I began to chat with the other women. It was amazing. Darla Carter confided that Alan had been screwing her at least once a week for the past three weeks. She told me I didn't know what I was missing. Sonia Beachy blushed like fire when I asked her if she had had sex with our young tennis pro yet.

"Oh god.. how did you know? Does everyone know?" she moaned in despair.

"Don't worry. I was just guessing, and I asked because he's been banging me for over two months now. So you've got a lot of company. Has he had you a lot?"

"Every lesson and then some. He's just insatiable. No matter how many times he cums in me, he can get it up again if I don't leave.

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Alan continued to screw me regularly for almost a year. By that time, he had fucked almost everyone of the wives in the club, most many, many times. When he finally left for a similar, but better paying, job in California, we were all very sad. And, we all agreed that a lot more wives in California would be joining Alan's club.

For months after Alan left, Gordon kept asking me why I no longer took tennis lessons. After a year had passed, I gave him the answer.

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