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Imagine the scene. My husband is lying with his head on the pillows with his eyes closed. His fingers toys with my nipples. He has a silly smile on his face. He is naked and his cock looks sweet as it rest on his stomach, half erect with a dew drop adorning the tip. I was also naked and about to confess my very first indiscretion. 'Go on what happened next?' He asked impatiently. 'Noel and I were sitting on the terrace and, as I've already told you, I was fully dressed and he was wearing a T-shirt and swimming trunks.

It was very hot and it had taken all my will power to concentrate on the financial report we were compiling with all that cool, blue water nearby. Suddenly Noel said that he was baking hot and he slipped his T-shirt off then he stunned me by also slipping his trunks off. He said that I should join him for a swim. I pointed out that I didn’t have a swimsuit and he replied that it was fine with him if we went skinny-dipping.

Shocked by his suggestion I told him that I couldn't do something so outrageous. In reply he taunted me by saying that I was a prude and had a hang-up about my body.' I couldn't fail to notice that my husband's cock was slowly stiffening as I told him what had happened when my boss had asked me to come to his house, to finish some urgent work we’d begun in the office the previous day. 'The way Noel looked at me made me feel as if I was a schoolgirl being ticked off by her teacher and it made me angry.

I don't know what came over me but I stood up and defiantly took my dress off, all the time aware that his eyes were scanning my body. I sat down again and picked up the papers and my pen. I was breathing so hard that my chest was heaving up and down and because, as you know, I wasn’t wearing a bra my naked breasts were jiggling from side to side. I don’t know when it happened but my nipples were as hard as they could get and gently throbbing.

When I realised how my temper had made me expose myself so rudely I began blushing with embarrassment. I was trying to act as if it was an everyday occurrence to be sitting in front of my boss topless but, as hard as I tried, I could not keep my eyes from drifting to his groin.' My husband's eyes were still closed as he listened to my tale of humiliation and embarrassment but his fingers had become more active and were softly stroking my pussy lips as I continued speaking. 'Noel stood up slowly and I could not help but gasp when I saw that his naked penis was fully erect and sticking out from his groin like a flagpole.

It was very thick and long with a large head and right at the tip a bubble of clear liquid glistened in the sunlight. He made no effort to conceal it from me and I couldn't seem to drag my eyes away as it twitched up and down as if it had a life of its own.' ‘Was it bigger than mine?’ My husband asked as his fingers parted my labia, exposing the inner flesh of my pussy. I could feel that my clitoris was already fully engorged and that wetness was beginning to seep from my pussy. 'You shouldn’t ask such questions but if you want really want to know yes it was, at least two inches longer and probably half as thick as yours.. Why is it that men are so hung up about the size of their penis?’ ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt please go on.’ My husband urged. ‘Okay! Where was I? Noel came to sit next to me, on the sun-lounger, and took the papers and pen from my hand then placed it on his erect penis. I know that I should have snatched my hand away, got up and left but somehow I couldn't seem to motivate myself to do so.

I'm sorry, Peter, I did try but instead of snatching my hand away I found myself stroking my fingers up and down the shaft of his penis. It was as hard as a rod of steel but silky to the touch and so thick that my fingers did not meet. I was still blushing furiously and I could hear a little voice, somewhere in my head, calling me a slut and reminding me that I was happily married to a lovely man yet my hand kept slipping up and down that hard rod of flesh. Noel turned my face towards his and he kissed it, starting on my brow and ending with my lips. He is a terrific kisser and I melted as his tongue slipped deep inside my mouth and challenged mine to a duel. I was shivering all over and it took a while for me to realise that my fingers were still flying up and down his penis as his tongue plundered my mouth.

His mouth left mine and I took a deep breath intending to somehow force myself to push him away. All my good resolutions evaporated when his lips slithered down the length of my throat and closed around one of my nipples. You know how sensitive my nipples are, darling, well having them sucked by another man seemed to make them twice as responsive as usual. It was like receiving an electric shock that went straight to my pussy and I felt it melt with arousal. My sex-lips flared open and a trickle of pussy juice leaked out to drench the gusset of my panties before coating the inside of my thighs. My nipples became as hard as berries as he alternated sucking them. All the time this was happening I was thinking that I should stop him, that I was married to a wonderful man who was the best lover I'd ever had, that it was sinful to allow another man to be so intimate with me yet I felt unable to extricate myself from Noel's embrace and my fingers continued squeezing his penis.' While I was describing how I had allowed another man to manhandle my almost naked body my husband's fingers had located my clit and he was squeezing it between his fingertips making me breathless with desire. His penis was fully erect and I was stroking it wildly.

'Please, love, I don't want to go on. What I want is your cock deep inside my pussy! I want you to screw me...please, my love!' I begged. 'There's plenty of time for that now go on with your story!' Peter replied as one of his fingers slipped deep inside my pussy and began rotating around seeking my g-spot. The multitude of sexy sensations, which were invading my body, made it difficult to get my head together and continue with my tale. I realised that I'd felt even more helpless when Noel had made love to me beside his swimming pool. At my husband’s urging I took a deep breath and went on with my narrative. 'I was shaking like a leaf and was having trouble breathing as Noel pulled me off the seat. Somehow I ended kneeling on it as he stood up.

His penis was now level with my face and instinctively I knew what he expected from me. Somehow I had no control over my body. I promise you I was horrified when I found myself leaning forward so that the knob brushed against my lips. My tongue snaked out and captured that bubble of liquid, I'd seen trembling in the sunlight. I continued to lick the taut skin of the crown until he moved closer so that I had to take it in my mouth. Truly, darling, it was as if my body had been taken over by someone else who couldn't wait to take that magnificent tool into her mouth and suck it dry. I sucked on the crown and pushed the tip of my tongue into the tiny slit and I felt him quiver with excitement. I took it deeper into my mouth as I slid my lips along the length of his shaft, back and forth, back and forth each time taking a little more as it slipped along my tongue. I could taste the dribbles of his arousal and it seemed to go to my head so that soon I was slipping my lips up and down his cock faster and faster as if I was trying the impossible and take all of his magnificent tool inside my mouth. Noel grabbed hold of my hair, held my head still, and started to pump his rod into my mouth and throat as if he was screwing my pussy. I could hardly breathe as the crown slipped further and further down my throat. I really thought that he intended to flood my mouth with his sperm but he pulled his tool all the way out of my mouth before that could happen.' My story kept being interrupted by sighs and groans as my husband's fingers slipped in and out of my pussy, while his thumb rotated over the tip of my clit. Peter used all his knowledge of my body to keep me in a high state of arousal, without letting me actually orgasm. 'Please, love, give it to me now.

I really want you to fuck me stupid. I can tell you the rest later.' I heard myself begging as I pulled on his rod trying to lead it to my itchy pussy. 'Stop it! We have and agreement, Anne, and I expect you to keep it. May I remind you that you were only too pleased to agree that, in exchange for me forgiving you for having cheated, you would tell me every little detail.’ ‘No I haven’t but you make me so hot that I am struggling to remember what happened.’ My husband took pity on me and slowed his manipulation allowing my excitement to abate slightly. ‘Things seemed to accelerate from that point. Let me see, oh yes he actually tore the panties from my body before pushing my legs apart. Without hesitation he drove that huge rod deep inside me, in one go. It was just as well that I was so wet otherwise I am sure I would have suffered some form of injury. The hot sun, the fresh air, the fact that I was committing adultery all contributed to the frenzy of my lust which sent tremors of uncontrollable delirium through my pinned-down body. Noel was straddling me, pinning my arms against the lounger, as he pulled his cock all the way out of my pussy. I could feel the wet crown tantalisingly slipping up and down my slit, nosing against my erect clit before returning to dip an inch or so inside my gulping pussy. His cock parted my sensitive pussy lips again and again as I waited for him to ram it all the way inside me but he didn’t. It wasn't until I begged him to fuck me properly... I'm sorry, Peter, I couldn't help myself I had to have his cock inside me or go mad ...that he rammed his cock in to the hilt then pulled it out again.

He did this again and again until I felt myself beginning to orgasm. I knew that it would be an orgasm that I would remember forever. It would be huge and drawn out for so long that I'd be exhausted by the time it faded. To heighten the novel sensation of feeling as if I was being forced to participate against my will I struggled to free my hands, not hard enough to actually succeed but to make it seem as if I couldn't. Can you really understand how I was feeling, Peter?' 'Yes...yes go on!' my husband impatiently said. 'I knew that I should put a stop to the madness for, as you well know, I stopped taking the pill when we decided to start a family. I am ovulating and there I was with a man who wasn’t my husband with his unprotected penis wedged inside my fertile body. My body was dictating my action and ignored my logical brain. Noel kept my hands captive as he settled down to a steady rhythm moving deliberately so that I could feel the whole length of his cock as it slipped in and out. It went in so deep that I could feel it battering my cervix something I had never experienced before. I am sorry, love, I don’t mean to put you down but it was awesome.

I was teetering on the edge of my orgasm when I felt his cock swell inside me, as he pumped it harder and faster into my sex. His cock seemed to fill me to capacity then it began ejaculating at the same time as my orgasm reached its peak. I've never experienced anything like it before. His cock was lodged all the way inside my spasming pussy and I could sense his seed pumping into me. It felt as if it was a fire-hose which would never dry up. I've never known a man to come so copiously and for so long. My eyes were closed in rapture and I had lost complete touch with my surroundings. Nothing mattered to me except the sensation of his liquid, life-creating energy blasting inside my climaxing pussy again and again. I no longer cared that I was committing adultery with a married man, or that it meant that I’d have to quit my job or what it would do to our relationship, all I cared about, at that stage, was keeping his cock inside my pussy for as long as possible while my body continued to be raked by wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. It was not till later that I realised that I could actually be already pregnant.

Our bodies were glued together by our sweat, as he continued lying on top of me, with his cock slowly loosing its hardness inside my pussy. Weakly I flexed my vaginal muscles, trying to keep it in, but inexorably it slipped out, with a loud liquid sound. Immediately his semen started to leak out of my pussy so instinctively I quickly closed my thighs in an effort to keep it inside my pussy. He sat up and pulled me forward so that his drenched cock was pressed against my face. I knew what he wanted me to do so obediently I used my tongue and mouth to clean his cock. You know that I have never done anything so filthy in my life but I felt fresh arousal coursing through my body as I swallowed the mixture of our sex juices. To my great surprise his cock began to harden again. I had not expected it as you need at least an hour to recover and I assumed that all men were the same. He made me kneel on all fours and stood behind me. His hands gripped my hips and he slipped his cock all the way inside my pussy again. Because it was full of his sperm it went in very easily and extremely deep. I felt the helmet pressing against my cervix and then push through into a space that had never been invaded before. I also realised that this renewed insertion was surely pushing more of his sperm into my womb increasing my chance of conception.

All those mixed emotions triggered my arousal all over again. I was no longer an intelligent, logical, married woman instead I was an organism with a womb trying to conceive. Noel’s cock shuttled back and forth, at a leisurely pace, and soon I was experiencing another huge climax. I only vaguely felt his cock leave my pussy as I continued climaxing then, oh I don't know if I can go on. I'm so ashamed!' 'You can't stop now. Continue, I'm sure it can't be as bad as you think!’ My husband said rather peevishly. 'It's worse. I can't! Oh, please don't be cross, give me a minute to get my self together!' I managed to get some control over my emotions then, taking a deep breath, I carried on confessing. 'I was being rocked by such wonderful spasms that it took me a few seconds to realise what he intended doing and, by that time, it was too late. He had guided the head of his cock against my bumhole and, being so heavily coated with the mixture of sperm and pussy cream; it easily forced its way into my bottom. I'm so sorry, darling! I know that you always wanted to do that to me and I always refused but truly there was nothing I could do to stop him. There was a certain amount of pain but nothing as bad as I would have expected. His hard cock slid all the way into my bottom until I could feel his coarse pubic hairs rasping the outer ring. His hands were gripping my hips tightly so that I could not move away. With his cock fully embedded in my bottom he paused. Suddenly what he was doing to me reached my brain and I freaked out!

As you well know I've always thought that it was the worse thing any man could do to a woman because it is unnatural and so filthy so imagine how shaken I was when, instead of trying to move away I discovered that I was pushing my bottom back to entice him to shove it even deeper inside while, at the same time, I was experiencing the most incredible climax. By the time the orgasm began to fade he was shuttling his cock in and out of my bottom as forcefully as he had in my pussy. Looking along the length of my body I could just see my pussy which was wide open and each time he drove his cock all the way into my bottom it forced some of his sperm to dribble out of my sex. Strands of it were dangling down like a pearl necklace swaying back and forth in rhythm with his fucking. I could have never believed that something so perverse could be so exquisite and ‘m ashamed to admit that I fully participated in the buggering. One climax followed another at a rapid pace and when he finally blasted his sperm inside my bottom my orgasm was so intense that I blacked out. I don't think I was out for long. I came to and he was wiping my face with a damp cloth. I felt as if my body did not have a single bone in it and I was all floppy as he helped me to my feet.’ ‘Go on!’ my husband urged. ‘There's no much more to say.

He led me to the side of the pool and dove in and I did likewise. The water revived me and we played around like children, ducking each other, then we got out and dressed. It was just as well because his wife appeared a few minutes later. ‘I'm sorry; Peter, but I couldn't help it. What are you going to do now?' I asked tremulously as I looked at him. 'Tell me, Anne, did you shower before you came home?' Peter asked, as he looked at his fingers which were heavily coated with sex juices. 'I'm sorry I didn't have a chance because Daphne turned up before I could. I'll get up and do it now.' I replied, as I started to heave myself up. Peter pushed me down, pinning me to the bed. He slipped down to my body and, with his fingers, pulled my swollen pussy lips apart. He rubbed my hard clit with his fingertips while gazing at my open pussy. 'I can see his spunk inside you unfaithful cunt!' Peter exclaimed as he pushed two fingers between the swollen lips. They sank deep into the spunky heat and I could not restrain a groan of pleasure as I felt them scissoring inside my sex. I was gasping and wildly writhing as I pushed my pelvis up presenting my gaping cunt to his face.

I had no idea what had come over me, why I'd become this nymphomaniac completely taken over by the need for dirty, sexual satisfaction. I was no longer Peter's wife but a slut badly needing an orgasm by whatever means were available. 'Lick my cunt, Peter, if you're a real man you'll lick my dirty cunt!' I screamed as Peter gazed at my blatantly obscene display. I knew that he could see my hard clitoris sticking out, my inflamed pussy lips and the stream of milky fluid which had started trickling from my open hole. Pushing his face into my wet folds, Peter slid his tongue into my pussy and I heard and felt him rudely vacuuming the slippery juices out as I groaned and writhed with lust. 'Suck my cunt!' I hissed through clenched teeth. 'Lick my cunt and soak up Noel's spunk!' Pulling my pussy lips apart, with his fingers, Peter drove his tongue deep into the soaked depths of my adulterous cunt and did what I wanted. 'Yes! Yes that's it...suck... Oh that's out of this world.' I shrieked as I reached between my open legs and massaged my clit, with my fingers, triggering spasms in my pussy which forced more adulterous spunk onto my husband's tongue.

Peter drank from my open cunt, as I continued stroking my clit, until I shuddered as a small climax swept through me. Then he freaked me out by pulling the cheeks of my bottom apart and plastering his mouth over the hole. Soon I felt Noel's spunk being drawn out into my husband's mouth and I lost any vestige of sanity. 'I want your cock inside my cunt! Fuck my cheating cunt with your hard cock and show me that it belongs to you!' I shrieked as lust caused me to act like a slut. Peter pulled his mouth away from my bottom and, kneeling between my legs, he looked down. I could see that his face was glistening with sex juices. I watched his tongue gathering a drop, which had trickled down from the end of his nose. Seeing my husband licking up another man's spunk from his face caused my whole body to twist and writhe with wickedness. Holding his cock in his hand he lubricated the knob, by stroking it up and down my slit, and he pressed it against my clit. He seemed in no hurry to fuck me. 'Fuck me...please, love, fuck your dirty whore!' I grunted just before he drove his hard cock into my wet cunt.

Looking down I could see my outer sex lips tightly stretched around his stalk. My clit had been forced out of its hood and seemed to be begging to be stroked. Slowly, at first, my husband slid his cock in and out of my wet hole, looking down as sex juices coated his solid shaft. I could not control my moaning and groaning or the debauched instructions I issued as he slowly moved his cock in and out. He completely ignored my urgent demands and I realised that he was concentrating purely on his sexual pleasure - the pleasure gained from fucking a slut senseless. Being treated that way, for the second time that day, aroused me immensely and soon I felt a climax rising as my cunt gripped Peter's cock tightly. My fingernails were scrapping the bed sheet as I tried to raise my bottom off the bed. My body went rigid, my cunt gripped Peter's cock like a vice, as a huge orgasm exploded deep in my womb and swept through my cunt then over the rest of my writhing body. Taking advantage of my helplessness Peter pulled his cock all the way out and guided it against my bottom hole and with one flick of his hips he buried the entire length inside me. It was painful, it was glorious and exquisite and I continued climaxing as he fucked my arse even harder than Noel had.

Peter continued ramming his cock, as fast and as hard as he could into my bottom, as he filled it with his sperm. On and on he rammed it causing sex-cream to be forced out of my pussy and flow into the cleft of my bottom. 'You whore, you cunt, you dirty slut take my spunk in your filthy arsehole!' He gasped as his cock continued to spurt and twitch inside my pulsing bottom. He kept going until he collapsed on my heaving body, gasping for breath. He rolled off and lay on his back. '’Suck my cock clean, you dirty little slut!' Eagerly I slipped down his body, leaned over, and took his sperm-coated cock into my mouth and licked. It tasted bitter but I loved it.

Groaning my husband looked at me as my stretched lips slipped up and down his softening cock. I licked his cock clean savouring the salty blend of sex juices and whatever it had collected from my bottom. I slipped my mouth from his cock and looked into his eyes. 'Yes I'm a slut, your slut, and I love only you.' I said. I knelt up and straddled his head presenting my cunt to his mouth as I opened my bum cheeks. 'Aren't you going to lick me out, Peter? I'm full of your spunk and I know that yours taste better than Noel's!' I asked as I moved my shamelessly open bumhole nearer to his face. I saw Peter taking a deep breath before he pushed his tongue out and licked the tip of my prominent clit. Then, as if the touch had freed him from his inhibitions, he pushed his tongue into my open hole and began lapping up the flowing juices. He drank from my anal passage and I saw that he'd closed his eyes and seemed lost in the pleasure of drinking his own sperm from my bottom. I should have been fully satisfied but strangely I wanted much more.

‘You do realise that Noel, having fucked me today, will now believe that he can do so whenever he wants. I will have to hand in my notice otherwise he's going to ravish me everyday. I will have to go into his office and suck him off or lie across the desk while he fucks me silly. I saw how much he loved fucking my bottom so I'm sure that will be on the menu. I know that he will use me as a sweetener to close deals with his clients. Imagine, Peter, your wife will become the company whore. It is not right that your wife will get fucked everyday by her boss, is it, darling?' 'He can! He can have you if you promise to come home and tell me everything the way you have done today!' My husband blurted out as he pulled his mouth away from my bottom. His words seemed to trigger a raging lust inside my body. 'I want you to make me come with your mouth, love.' I groaned as Peter's tongue circled my hard clit. 'That's it...keep doing that...yes don't stop...don't ever stop!' I was shuddering from head to toe, shrieking loudly, as I felt another orgasm explode inside my cunt. I forced my open pussy even harder against his face and he continued licking and sucking as I kept on orgasming. I pulled back and, leaning down, kissed him on the lips, savouring the taste of our juices before I slumped down next to him.

He gathered me in his arms and held me against his naked body as slowly our breathing returned to normal. Having discovered the incredible pleasure he experienced, when I'd confessed having had adulterous sex with another man, my husband has encouraged me not to resist my boss's constant demands for sex.

My predictions have come true and I am the company whore. As long as I keep coming home, with a cunt or bottom full of spunk, and tell him everything that has happened, in graphic details, my husband allows me to be Noel’s slut but for how long? I am ten weeks pregnant and yes it dates from that fateful day. Is it Noel’s or Peter’s?