Message-ID: <44064asstr$1061543405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <curt@troll.newsreader.com> X-Original-Path: troll.newsreader.com!not-for-mail From: parthenogenesis <parthenogenesis1@XXXyahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <t13akvoh44rdgc9b3ekfomatuqjipvln92@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 11:17:06 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Nope. (MF, flash, 300 words) Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 05:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/44064> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw Nope. by parthenogenesis One afternoon, my wife called to say that she was working late and wouldn't be home for dinner. We both often work long hours, so I didn't give it a second thought. By the time she came home, about 11:30, I'd settled into an easy chair with a novel. I rose when she entered, and the instant I leaned toward her for a welcome-home peck, I smelled it on her. My wife? Unfaithful after twenty years of marriage? Before I could say anything, my cock went straight up. I kissed her, hard, and kneaded her breast roughly. At first she tried to pull away. Then she said, "Nmf!" and pressed her pelvis against mine. I steered her to the bedroom, where I tore off first her clothes and then mine. When I reached between her legs, I found that she was not just wet: she was sloppy. Seeing that no further lubrication was needed, I piled in. With a cock of steel, I withdrew and went deep, setting a steady and relentless rhythm. Presently, a flush spread up my wife's chest, her breath rate increased, and her calves snaked around my thighs--something new to me. I pounded her even harder, moving my hips from side to side, until I slammed into her one final time and came so hard my vision faded. Her eyes opened wide and she began to scream. Her heels beat a tattoo on the backs of my knees and her fists pounded the mattress--something else new to me. I stayed inside of her while she went through her aftershocks, then rolled to the side, lay flat on my back, and stared at the ceiling. After some minutes of silence, my wife spoke. "I guess I didn't get away with it, did I?" she said. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+