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Although Angela took great care over her appearance her husband hardly ever took notice of her efforts. She spent a lot of time in the gym to make sure she always looked good as she often had to act as hostess at the dinner parties he gave for his business associates. She couldn't remember the last time he'd complimented her about anything. She felt as if she was his housekeeper instead of his wife. What made it worse was the lack of tenderness or sex.

Howard had invited three couples for dinner. He was trying to win a lucrative contract and Angela made sure every thing was impeccable. The three women seemed to have been cast in the same mould, uptight and boring. Angela was having a hard time conversing with them as all they wanted to talk about was their kids and their boring lifestyle. Two of the men were overweight but the third, Patrick, was really dishy. He flirted outrageously with his hostess much to her husband’s and his wife’s displeasure.

After dinner Howard led the guests outside to show them the new fountain he'd commissioned. Patrick stayed behind and put his arm around Angela’s waist and said that he'd rather have her show him the bedroom than look at a fountain. She desperately tried to think of something flippant and clever, to warn him off, but was tongue-tied by his effrontery.
If only I could stop blushing, she thought as she felt her cheeks become flushed. His eyes stayed fixed on her heaving bosom. He must think me boring and stupid she told herself as he held his body against her back. She blushed even more fiercely when she became aware that a bulge was growing in the front of his trousers and pressing against her bottom. Her perceptions were blurred and her breathing had become rapid and shallow, as if she was on the verge of an anxiety attack, and it made her bosom rise and fall rapidly as warmth, flooded through that intimate spot between her legs. It had been a long time since she'd experienced anything like it and it shocked her and made her feel faint.

She believed that she must have looked unwell because he solicitously walked her into the small sewing room but instead of helping her to lie down on the daybed he turned her to face him. Her hands fluttered against his chest, weakly trying to push him away, as his mouth pressed against hers. His lips were firm and so exciting that she nearly wet herself with excitement. She felt as if her blood was boiling and she seemed to be growing weaker and weaker as his hand boldly stroked her bottom. Again she could feel the hard bulge but now it was pressing into her tummy and the heat powered through the material and made her stomach flutter as her sex clenched. Her mind was telling her to push him away but her body wanted him to hold her harder against his. She was helpless as his tongue penetrated her mouth and began to explore.

This can't really be happening! I don’t even know this man and I'm a married woman and this is my home. It can't be happening, she thought.

It took her a few seconds to realise that he'd slyly unbuttoned her blouse, without her even noticing and she felt her nipples harden as her chest was exposed to the air. The crotch of her panties became very damp as his fingertips brushed against the skin of her chest. His hands seemed to be everywhere, undoing her bra and tossing it away, touching her bare flesh leaving it tingling as if it had been scorched. His fingertips stroked her boob and she groaned hotly as his mouth stayed sealed with hers while his long tongue explored hers. His hands cupped her naked breasts and the nipples hardened and began to tingle like mad. Giving up the unequal struggle she kissed him back hungrily as his hands swiftly moved down to her skirt and somehow it too disappeared leaving her naked except for her sensible panties. His hand slipped beneath the loose elastic waistband and his fingers stroked her sex mound. Instinctively she closed her thighs but it didn't stop him from slipping a finger between her labia then she felt the fingertip stroking up and down the shallow slit till it located her clitoris. She knew that she was lost and that it was very dangerous to allow him such liberties yet it was absolutely wonderful and she wanted more.

What on earth is happening to me? I hardly know the man but here I'm almost naked and allowing him the most intimate liberties with my body! You must stop him, woman, before it's too late! She chastised herself. She felt woozy and her head was spinning in a dizzy haze.

She felt herself being gently lowered onto her back, on the daybed and opened her eyes to see that Patrick was bending over her and quickly closed them again not able to face the lusty expression on his face.

I shouldn't be allowing him to do these naughty things to me and I must stop him before it gets out of hand, she berated herself.

His fingers hooked into the waistband and tugged her panties down over her thighs then over her ankles.

Is it really me who is helping him by lifting up my bottom off the bed so that I'm left completely naked? It must have been but I still find it hard to believe, she mused.

His broad shoulders and deep chest made her gasp with delight as he took off his underwear freeing his penis. It was so big that it was frightening as she’d only ever seen one, her husband's, and it was nowhere as large as the one facing her. She was scared but at the same time mesmerised!

I'm...I think...think that I'm going to faint, she thought as her wide open eyes devoured the sight of his swollen member, swaying from side to side like a snake. He does desire me...not like Howard who doesn't find me sexy, anymore! He must want me badly otherwise why take such chances. I feel that I’m ready to surrender completely despite a small inner voice telling me that I shouldn't.

Her tummy was knotting up as he rolled her onto her front then pulled her hips upward so that she ended up on her knees with her face sideways on a cushion. She didn't have the strength to roll away even though she realised that, in that position, she was obscenely displayed. She froze, with shock, as his tongue licked a wet trail down the back of her neck then down her spine until it reached the cleft between her buttocks. She felt her sex catch fire; hot then chilly surges swept through it making the swollen lips open and close like a sea anemone. Feverishly her bottom wriggled from side to side, like a bitch on heat as his tongue searched inside the cleavage of her bottom. He knelt behind her, stroking his fingers along the inner surfaces of her thighs before easing the labia apart so that he could slip a finger into her sex. She grunted, bobbing and weaving her bottom from side to side in response. She loved the slow teasing, itching sensation of having her vulva penetrated and it made her realise that soon he would try to push that big, fat penis into her and she experienced a moment of anxiety.

What is it going to feel like? She wondered and felt her sex flooding with more and more creamy juices, at the wicked thought. What are you doing, woman? Do you realise that he's going to push that huge thing into you and screw you and it's going to make you an adulteress and there's no going back once it happens! I know but I really want it. Despite her misgivings she knew it would be wonderful, it would be heaven to have him inside her and at that precise moment there was nothing on earth which would stop it happening.

Is it wrong? Of course it is but sinning is always so enjoyable and it's been such a long time. It's no my really my fault but Howard's! If he'd paid me more attention I don't think that I would be so vulnerable. She thought as she tried to rationalise her wanton surrender.

She felt his finger slide deep inside her vulva and scratch a spot just behind the entrance. Unknown to her, at the time, he'd located her g-spot. She was shocked to discover that she was moaning aloud and whimpering like an animal as her passion mounted.

Where is the lady you profess to be? She asked herself as she heard a babble of incomprehensible words pouring out of her open mouth. She's being exposed as the slut she really is, was the answer!

She almost screamed as one of his fingers discovered her clitoris and teased it out of its hiding place. She weaved her bare bottom back and forth as she felt him rub his pulsing erection against the back of her thighs. He was still kissing the back of her neck and so many sensations, at the same time, were scrambling her brain as desperately she tried to catch her breath but her lungs seemed unable to cope with the rising, sexual excitement.

I shouldn't be doing this! I should twist away and tell him I'm not that kind of woman! She told herself even as her body craved for more of the sexy sensations.

Her bottom seemed to be seeking his hardness as if wanting to entrap it between the splayed buttocks. She had to admit to herself that she desperately wanted to be skewered by the hard pole, which she could feel rubbing against her buttocks and her frustrated body has long since overruled her mind.

Patrick was teasing her, sensing that she was helpless and would allow him to do anything he wanted. He was rubbing his erection back and forth in the depth of the cleft between her buttocks till it reached her sex. He made sure that the rounded head pressed into the slit all the way up to the clitoris then back across her opening, along the ridge, to press briefly against her other hole, before following the cleft to the very top. As soon as it reached the top it resumed its downward journey, again and again. She could feel her vulva opening and sticky wetness was dribbling out to be spread along the cleft by his penis. The muscles in her buttocks were spasming reminding her of a mare, she'd seen, waiting for a stallion to mount her. She was no longer a lady just a woman desperately wanting a man to take away the growing itchiness, in her sex, which was driving her crazy. She felt like that mare, shivering and whimpering wantonly. Her mouth was open and her hands were clutching the cushions as she bit on her lower lip to try to stop herself begging him to take her. She desperately wanted to do that but somehow was just managing to control the urge. She might have been able to control her vocal chords but was unable to stop her hand slipping between the splayed thighs until her fingers located his penis. Her exposed vulva felt as if it was peeled wide open, stretched as far as it could ready to accommodate the hugeness which was hovering only centimetres away. Her fingertips traced the vein throbbing along the underside of his penis. Her thighs were far apart and she knew that she presented and obscene spectacle as she displayed her intimate parts so lewdly. She couldn't see his face but was sure that he was gloating as he played with her, purposely dragging the seduction out until she was ready to do whatever he wanted. He slipped his knees further between her legs and, before she realised that he'd stopped his teasing, with a powerful lunge of his hips which lifted her knees off the daybed, Patrick drove his huge penis forward to, spear her open sex. The force of his thrust drove all the air from her lungs. She felt every inch of the hard rod of flesh push into her pulpy vulva and moaned with delight as it filled her completely, more than she'd ever been filled before. For the first time in ages she felt sexy, complete and never wanted it to stop.

He was twisting his hips so that his penis corkscrewed as it tunnelled deeper inside her and it was a fantastic sensation. She was drowning in a fog of lust and lustily wallowed in the sensations of the spasms which were being created in her sex by his large member. It was the most wonderful sensation in the world and she wished that it would go on forever and damn the consequences. Patrick's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding them firmly, as he plunged his rod into her again and again. He was sucking her neck while one of his hands grasped her dangling breasts. By that time she no longer cared that she was married and that she was committing adultery and that they might be caught at any moment, all she cared about was that she was being deeply skewered by a man's thick endowment and it was the most fantastic sensation in the world, one that she never wanted to stop. The man had her in his clutches and she loved the feeling that she was free to indulge her senses because she'd surrendered responsibility for her actions to him!

She could feel his fingers hooking into the flesh of her left hip as she wriggled her bottom. Every nerve end, in her skewered body, was aware of his touch as he rode his penis into her, again and again, wringing all kind of incredible sensations from her body. It felt almost as if she'd never had proper sex before because it was different to the sex she'd enjoyed with her husband.
She could feel his pelvis pressing against her buttocks, flattening them, as his hips moved back and forth driving his manly rod as deep as it would go into her sex and it made squelching sounds as it tunnelled deeply into her willing flesh. As far as she was concerned it was heaven having something so thick and hard sawing in and out of her sex. Giving in to the lustful emotions gripping her mind and body she clenched her vaginal muscles to try to trap the seesawing rod. Her mouth was wide open as she became more and more breathless. She'd never felt anything like it and it felt almost as if she was a caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly, at last!

She cried out loudly, in frustration and anger, when she felt him withdraw his penis entirely from her sex. She was soaking wet and her vulva was bubbling with sex juices. From her mouth came begging sounds as obscenely she weaved her bottom trying to entice him to resume his penetration. Her mind was a jumble of contradictory thoughts. He turned her over, onto her back, and his hands grasped behind the knees to spread them wide apart. She was watching him, through blurred eyes, and saw that his handsome face was flushed and sweaty and that he was breathing through his mouth. He licked his lips. His eyes glittered with predatory lust as he stared at the exposed vagina and she could see that his erect penis was jerking against his stomach, a drop of clear liquid glistening on the tip. Patrick pushed her legs right back then leaned forward so that the tip of his penis could trail in the pool of vaginal juices, which was oozing out of the open vulva. She whimpered, straining her hips upward in a silent plea for him to impale her again with his penis. He grabbed her wrists to pull her arms up over her head. She felt the sweet tingles of anticipation sweep wildly through her as the head of his penis kissed her clitoris. Her heart was beating erratically, her breathing was shallow and her nipples seemed so hard that they felt as if they were going to explode like overripe fruits.

She was his willing prisoner.

He stuck his tongue out and licked her nipples. She arched her spine, pushing her breasts up to make it easier for him to suck them. She moaned as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her mouth fell open with wanton desire as she thrashed around, crumpling the sheet. The edge of his teeth gently nibbled on the sensitive bud then he snarled, as his teeth tugged the nipple, stretching her breast into a long, elongated pear-shape. It was ecstasy and pain at the same time and she moaned passionately. She felt his hard penis sliding wetly along the slit as he centred the fat head before lunging into her sex. The world, around her, seemed to be obliterated by an incandescent, white light as she felt an explosion tear through her sex. She snorted, through flared nostrils, as the huge orgasm seared through her like wildfire. It was nothing she'd ever experienced before, so quick, so huge, and so all-enveloping. She became aware that the hard penis was lodged really deep inside her sex and that she could feel the head pressing against the neck of her womb. The way her body was scrunched up under his, made those intense spasms all the fiercer. She felt absolutely conquered!

She quickly discovered that, by tensing the muscles of her vagina, the sensational rubbing against the neck of my womb was magnified. It felt as if her vaginal walls had become welded to his hard rod so that she and he had become one being, like Siamese twins. Her clitoris was pulled tightly down each time his fleshy rod slid inside and she felt her body responding to the wonderful friction by becoming extremely sensitive. In a way it was madness, sheer wild, crazy sexual madness engulfing mind and body!

She was babbling and jerking like a crazy woman as the sheer delight of his rhythmic screwing made lustful excitement rush, like wildfire, through every nerve of her body. She felt as if her entire body had become a gigantic vulva which responded to the minutest movement of his penis. She pressed the soles of her feet hard on the bed so that she could drive his pelvis up to meet his thrusts. She called out his name as he flicked his hips faster, building up the tempo. She looked down and his penis was blurred as it seesawed in and out of her, like a piston. She weaved her hips from side to side, lewdly wanting more of the ecstatic sensations yet, at the same time, fearing for her sanity as she became lost in a maelstrom of almost unbearable pleasures. It was clear that she was going to orgasm again, something which had never happened before. She could feel it and instinctively knew that it was going to be stronger than anything experienced before she was certain and was scared but, at the same time, nothing on earth would have been able to stop her from seeking it. She whispered his name lovingly as she dug her nails into his back, presenting her mouth for him to kiss. His tongue ploughed deeply inside as his huge penis powered deeply into her sex, like a metronome as she twisted her hips, from side to side. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her clitoris was swollen and felt as if it was burning about to explode as it pulsed with a raging itch, which jolted cries of unspeakable lust from my throat. In a strange way she knew then how a man must feel just prior to his ejaculation. The intensity was almost too much to bear and she screamed as she tore her mouth away from his. She could feel the huge penis rasping against her clitoris as his body crashed against hers, again and again. She was only seconds away from losing consciousness when it exploded!

For a time she was crazy, insane, yelping, crying, screaming, twisting and writhing as the huge flames of ecstasy swept through her as she climaxed, again and again. It wasn't one orgasm but a series of orgasms which melted into one. She felt as if her whole body, and mind, had been caught in a whirling maelstrom of exquisite sensations which penetrated every pore, every nerve end, every muscle, every cell of her body and mind. It was pure ecstasy as never experienced before and for a brief moment she did black out as her mind relinquished its hold on sanity. When it was finally over she fell back and lay there, limp and drained, with her lungs straining for air. She was vaguely aware that his penis was jerking inside her slack sex while he stroked her cheeks gently as if he was soothing a wild mare after she'd been mounted. It was the finest most intense sensation that she’d ever experienced and she felt like a reborn woman and absolutely wonderful.

Eventually reality started to trickle back and she reminded him that Howard and his guests would be returning to the house so they’d better get dressed but what she really wanted was to beg him to make love to her again, as soon as he was able.

He kissed her lightly on the lips, while pulling his penis slowly from the still gently-spasming vulva and she shivered as she felt her body mourn its departure. She lay there quietly, aware of every inch of her body, which had been sensitised to new heights by his exquisite lovemaking.
He finished dressing and, rising from the bed swiftly, she rushed to him and plastered her naked body against his and kissed him on the mouth. She whispered, in his ear, that she would be waiting for his call and felt her cheeks reddening furiously as she offered herself so unconditionally. At the same time she could feel a slow trickle of juice seeping from her swollen vagina which made her surrender seem even more obscene.
He left first and she could still feel the sensation of his body against hers and his sex still seemed to be stretching her vagina. She dressed, repaired her make-up and was in the living room, when her husband led his guests into the house. Patrick followed them in and smiled conspiratorially. Howard was cross because the dishes had not been cleared from the dining room table and made a cutting remark and any qualms Angela might have had, about the lewd things she'd done, disappeared as she looked at him and saw that he was so absorbed in trying to impress his guests that he treated her like a servant.

It was the night she fell pregnant!

Patrick has visited her many times since and the sex gets even better and now she feel like a real woman especially as he adores the way her body is changing as his child grows in her womb!