## Archive-name: An.Incredible.Affair

From: anon.184@pax.tpa.com.au

Subject: An Incredible Affair - Electric Sex Discovery

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

I've been dying to tell someone about this. I don't dare share it with my wife, my friends, or business associates. It's like a Priest sinking a hole in one (apologies to those not familiar with Golf) on Sunday... Who could he tell? I've been married for 15 years, got kids, and have a good sex life with my wife. I fantasize about other women from time to time, but I've never had an affair... Before now that is...

On Thanksgiving weekend I was driving around town I own a scanner (radio), and was listening to police, fire, and medical stuff, run of the mill. Something prompted me to punch in a bank with cordless phone frequencies (programmed weeks before). I hadn't gone two blocks when I picked up a conversation between two women talking about their sex lives. The signal faded so I stopped the car and backed up till it came in strong.

One woman was telling the other something of the fantasies she had. She mentioned a divorce and children around leaving her no privacy (I know how that is). The other mentioned her husband's impotency, and her incredible frustration about it all (therapy sessions, etc.). They were each bitching about life in general, sex in particular, comiserating, and getting some laughs.

In the meanwhile, I had parked my car and began walking up and down the sidewalk until I was pretty sure I knew what house one of women was in. I guessed it was the one with the impotent husband because of the strength of her signal, a pleasing voice, but not as husky and outrightly sexy as her friend's. Incredibly, she said "Marcy, I swear I'd fuck the next man who walks through the door if he isn't a total dork." She concluded the coversation by telling her friend she was going to go masturbate. They both had a laugh, and the phone went click!

I suppose I stood there about a minute in shock. It was a stimulating conversation. I was excited, and nervous, a quick fantasy flashed in my mind. And then, emboldened by what I'd heard (I told myself it was just to see what she looked like), I found myself walking to her door, and ringing the bell.

For a while, no one responded. Then the door opened a crack. A slightly disheveled woman in a blue robe, tied tightly at the waist, stood there. Her hair was uncombed, she was sweating a little. I suddenly remembered about her going to masturbate, I wondered if she'd finished. I babbled something about spurious radio emissions from her house (my scanner would look like some kind of test instrument to the untrained eye). I asked her if I could check it out. To my shock, she opened the door and stepped aside so I could come in.

I began to walk around the living room, using my scanner like a star treck tri-corder, as though I were looking for something. She was pretty. Early to mid 30's, maybe 40, mediterranean or latin, about 5 foot 5 inches, thick dark hair, and what seemed, under the robe, like a nice figure finished nicely in a big ass. In a minute I had covered the front rooms. She had asked me what was wrong. I babbled something about appliance interference in the neighborhood and asked if she had any problems with her TV or stereo. She said no looking down, perhaps suddenly embarrased by her appearance. I asked her if she had any electronic clocks (this stuff just came out of me). She thought for a moment then moved off down a hall. She opened a door and let me through while she followed. I found myself in what must have been the master bedroom. There was a digital clock on a nightstand. I waved the scanner around it making imaginary observations.

I was stuck here. What to say next. Nothing came to mind. I glanced behind her. Snaking from an outlet on the other side of the bed was an electric cord. It led to something tossed under a turned down blanket, a vibrator perhaps? I couldn't be sure. I looked up at her. She was staring straight at me, at my crotch. I had an erection since I walked to her door, I suddenly realized she'd noticed it.

I lowered the scanner to my side. "You're a very attractive woman" I managed to gurgle out. She really was pretty. Her thick wavy hair was uncombed but attractive in its own way just for that. She had beautiful eyes, a nice smile, and a beautiful cleavage when she folded her arms in front of her. "You're an attractive man" she replied. She was looking me straight in the eyes now. I stepped up to her, only a foot or two away. "I sense a tremendous sexual energy in you." As I said this I reached out with my free hand, touched her chest where her robe opened at the neck and slid my fingers slowly and lightly over her right breast. She stiffened a little, but didn't move away. "I feel dizzy" I continued. "I would do anything for a woman as sensual as you." What was I saying? It was just coming out of me as I slowly and lightly stroked her stiffining nipple. She took a few deep breaths, sort of pushing her breasts at me a little bit. I continued stroking, no further words came to mind.

This went on for a while, maybe half a minute. Then she said "what would you do?" "Anything you want" I said. There was an odor in the air, a pungent, exciting smell of a woman's ripening lust. "I want to taste you" I suddenly stammered. Her hands then rose to her robe belt, undid it, and with a shrug of her shoulders, the robe fell to the ground.

Her body was lovely, womanly, rounded thighs, large but not huge breasts, that just overflowed my hand. Big nipples, a slightly rounded tummy, a beautiful mediterranean ass, and the most magnificent chocalate brown mound I've ever seen completed the picture. My cock was pressed against my jeans harder than I'd ever felt it, it hurt. I dropped my scanner, and felt my legs buckle. I found myself on my knees staring into that flower. I looked up. Her breasts were hanging at my forehead. I reached up a little bit and kissed them, touching them slightly and brushing her nipples. I turned downward, running my tongue down the middle of her belly until I reached that marvelous patch. I reached around and held her solid ass with my hands pressing her to my face as I pressed my all-to-eager tongue into her valley.

She made a small sound, a gasp and tried to squat down a little bit and spread her legs. I couldn't bend down that far, and she couldn't stand even with my hands on her ass pressing her to me. I pulled her a little bit, with my hands and pushed with my tongue. she fell backwards onto the bed, her calves hanging over the side. Her legs fell open enough for me to fit between them. I took my time now and looked longingly at that beautiful forest. It was dark brown, filled with small tight curls that completely hid the mystery inside it. Beginning just below her belley button and spreading thickly to a pear shape as it disapeared between her legs. I used my tongue to tease the hairs appart as I worked my way deeper into that jungle. When I felt her lips, I began to work my way between them, bringing my hands up to tease them appart. After a minute or so of this, I picked my head up and looked at her.

She was staring straight up at the ceiling, not moving, perfectly relaxed. I looked again at her mound, it seemed to be swelling at me, almost breathing a little. My hands finished the job of separating her lips and exposing her clitoris. It stood their, pulsing in a sea of juices. I bent back down and stroked it just slightly with the tip of my tongue. She groned then, and twisted her hips as if to hide from the tongue's touch. Not that she was going anywhere. I gripped her a little harder, leaning my arms on her ample hips to hold her down, and began to stroke her stiffining clit with my second (and perhaps best) pleasure organ. She let out a few deep breaths and began thrusting her pussy at my tongue just a little bit. I tried to match the rythm of her swells with my strokes as they became more demanding. After a minute she fell completely quiet and still. I had no clue, I just kept stroking, slowly making it a little harder, a little faster.

It seemed like a long time doing this, maybe five minutes. Then suddenly she jerked just a little, her pussy arched she made a low moan, tensed, then was quiet for a second, I could feel her tummy stiffen, then she let out a loud set of quick moans, almost screams punctuated by deep intakes of breath, while her body convulsed. She twisted from side to side, again to escape me. My hands lost her lips, but I pressed my tired tongue into her salty pond forcing it between her lips, darting, and stroking until she quieted down and was silent. I stood up.

I was still completely dressed. The woman, whose name I still didn't know, was just staring at me. I began to undress as she watched. First my shoes and socks, then my pants. When I lowered my underware, my cock shot out and bounced. I felt like it was going to burst. She stared straight at it as I removed my shirt. I'm not any bigger then the average man, but to me it sure felt bigger then I could remember it for a while, and I got the impression she hadn't seen an organ standing at attention for her sake in some time. She was so open and ripe I could see her pink valley, a grand canyon, even through her now dripping wet, ample mass of hair.

When completely undressed, I stepped up to the bed. To bring my pole to her sopping pussy, which I wanted to feel envelope me more then anything at that moment, I had to leverage myself on my thighs, with my knees off the bed and my toes on the floor. I surveyed her body again, stroking one of her breasts with my hand as I leaned over her and came to face her, my eyes but a foot from hers. She looked right at my face. "What do you want me to do?" she said. They were the first words she had spoken since her robe fell to the ground. "I want to fuck you", I said. "I want you to fuck me." She reached for my cock and wraped her fingers around it, I thought I'd explode right then. She thrust her hips wide appart, brought her legs into the air, and rolled her pussy towards me. I felt her pushing down on my cock until the tip brushed the opening of her soaking wet hole.

I pushed, and my pillar sank into the most magnificent pit I'd ever experienced; wet, ripe, hot. Her jewel was a fire, a cauldren fueled by passion, craving my pile's penetration. As I pulled back it drew me down again, milking me as I sought to bury every millimeter of my throbing ram in her burning furnace.

As I fucked her she began to snake her way a little further onto the bed working her hips and ass in rythm with my pounding cannon. I had to pull myself up a little with every insistant thrust. She began to twist a little more with each drive as if pulling away, but I wouldn't let her, I grabbed her hands above her head with mine and held them down. After a half more minute or so she worked her feet up onto the bed and used them to arch her back thrusting her prize into the air, and lifting me with it.

I had to let go of her hands to keep my balance, she brought her arms to her side, and thrust one hand between my pubic bone and the top of her cleft, massaging her clit. With her other hand she reached around her ass, between her legs and began stroking my balls. I put my weight on her, laying hard on her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts on mine. I pulled my hands down and under her, reaching towards myself and gripped her tensed, quivering ass. I pulled it towards me crushing her to me each time I split her cavernous crack. I was in a precarious position. My ankles hung off the bed, my hips rode on hers a foot and a half in the air, and my face was buried straight down on the bed along side her neck. I could feel her sweat, hear her breathing, and smell her passion, but I could hardly breath, and my neck was kinked!

I couldn't take much more of this. My cock was pulsing so hard with every impulse it actually hurt. I knew I would explode any second and I squeezed myself shut as hard as I could to keep it going. As it was, it didn't last much longer. I let out something between a sigh and a moan when my dam broke. I heard her say "don't stop!", I wasn't going to stop, come was flowing from me like water from a hose as I kept ramming my jamb into her steaming bore. Six or ten thrusts later and I was still feeling the end of it, I was still hard when she cried out, twice. Her body shivered, with its second orgasm. The walls of her dripping palace grasped my pipe, sucking from it the last drops of syrup in her spasms of pleasure. Her legs collapsed, I collapsed too, right on top of her.

I spent another minute on top of her then rolled off. We both lay there still breathing hard. The first words were hers. "I can't believe I did that." "I can't either," I replied, and unprotected I thought. "For what its worth," I said "I've been having sex with only one woman for the past seventeen years." I looked at her then, took in her tossled hair, the curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her breasts, and that delicious hill of dark wet curls that again hid what I had so completely had only moments before. She turned and looked at me. "I haven't had real sex in almost three years," she said. "What's your name?" "Jay", I replied, I lied. "And you?" "Linda", she said.

We just looked at one another for another minute and then she said "you'd better go. My husband will be home eventually". I rose and began to dress. She watched me for a while and then, when I was almost finished, she rose and slipped on her robe.

She walked me down the hall and into the kitchen where we said our goodbys. As I opened the door she said "will you come again?". We both smiled at the pun. "I'm a married man with children", I said, and then after a moment's hesitation her reply "I don't care --wait here". She turned and went into the kitchen, returning in less than a minute with a business card. "Call me, this number rings here. If my husband answers, just tell him your from some county charity. He gives all those calls to me." I took the card and looked at it. Linda was her real name. The thought of her wanting me again made my cock tighten in my pants. I told her I would call, told her she was incredible, walked out and headed back to my car.

I was shaking, hyperventilating, and otherwise completely exhausted. I also had a very satisfying, empty feeling in my lap. My hand shook as I started the car and pulled away then, almost without thinking I pulled over and clicked on the scanner. I caught one conversation going on, but it wasn't her. I punched the scan button and the unit locked on a phone ringing. I waited. The phone at the other end picked up. "Hello" said the husky voice I recognized as Linda's friend Marcy.

I heard Linda then, a little scratchy because of my distance from her house, but still understandable. "You'll never believe what just happened" she said. "Before or after you beat off?" Marcy asked. "I didn't have to," she continued, "this guy came to the door...". Linda proceded to tell Marcy the whole story I've related above leaving out graphic details which Marcy coaxed, and Linda only half grudgingly revealed. Marcy said she'd like to meet me. "Most men would demand a blow job after giving head like that", "I know", Linda replied, "I love being fucked after I come, but you can't have him he's mine." They laughed.

When Linda told Marcy she'd given me her card and asked me to call her again Marcy shot back "you mean you're going to see him again?". "Oh I hope so," Linda replied. "It was wonderful! Once a month like that at least and life with Jack the rest of the time might be bearable." The two women talked a little longer. Marcy congratulated Linda on an "affair well done". Linda said she was going to take a shower, then goodbye, and the channel went dead.

I started my engine and pulled away wondering what I would do now, but knowing, somewhere in the back of my mind that I would call her again, in about a month.

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