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Honey's Uninvited Guest (MF, affair)
by Anonymous Author - 1995

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I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the front doorbell ring.
Must be my mother-in-law. We don't have very many unexpected guests so who
else could it be? I grabbed my thick, terry Victoria's Secret (yes, they
have some things that aren't "sexy") robe and wrapped it around me.

I ran down the stairs and saw through the front door that it wasn't my
mother-in-law. It was a stranger. I thought about pretending I wasn't home
but it was too late...he had already seen me. I went to the door, unlocked
and opened it.

Standing on my porch was a smart looking, ageless (30-ish?) man. He was
taller than I am and seemed muscular under his button-down shirt and well-
fitting Levi's (tm).

"Hi, Honey. I'm here with the XYZ magazine company and I'd like to show you
some of the new and classic selections we are offering. Do you currently
subscribe to any magazines?"

At the time, I didn't even notice his use of my name. That might've been a
clue. I just don't listen when salespeople give their pitches.

"Oh, no thank you. We already subscribe to more magazines than we read." I
answered.

I became conscious of the fact that I was wearing only my bathrobe and
standing just a few feet from this stranger. My husband would be home any
minute now, but still...

"Have a nice day," I said and started to close the door. His foot in the
door stopped me.

"I don't think you want me to leave yet. Why don't you invite me in so I
can write up your order?" he said.

I've seen pushy salepeople but this was almost weird.

"I said, I'm not interested. Please remove your foot from my door and have
a nice day." I said firmly.

He looked straight into my eyes and I felt a tremor run through me.

"I don't think you want a scene in front of your neighbors, Honey, so I
suggest you invite me in," he said.

"No, sir," I said as I opened the door wider. "I will not let you in.
Please wipe your feet and make sure the door latches tight behind you. It
sometimes sticks. Have a nice day."

What did I just say? That didn't make any sense. And why was he coming into
my house? He's acting like I invited...I did! Oh, no. I must have
misspoken.

"I'm sorry, sir, but what I meant to say was, would you like to sit here on
the sofa with me while you write up my order?" I said.

I gasped! That wasn't what I meant to say. I was so embarrassed. Okay, I
guess I should admit it. Something about this man was a real turn-on. Just
looking at him made my pussy wet. Thinking about how close to naked I was
with a strange man made it even more forbidden and exciting. But putting
all that aside, I can't do this. I have to stop. I'm a happily married
woman and I can't screw that up. Besides, David will be home any minute
now. Somehow I guess I was letting my hormones talk instead of my brain.

The stranger looked at me and smiled. His white teeth flashed at me in a
mesmerizing way. He sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion beside him.
I sat down with him. I couldn't take my eyes off his eyes. I could feel his
body heat radiating from his body. Stop this! I thought to myself.

"Look, I'm really sorry sir, but you have to leave. I'm not interested in
any magazines, I'm obviously not dressed for company and my husband will be
here any minute now and wouldn't be pleased to find a strange man alone in
the house with his wife. Thank you for your offer and good-bye." I said.

I couldn't look at him. The desire flowing through my body was too great -
almost uncontrollable. For some reason, I really wanted this guy.

"My name is Paul and I'm glad you've invited me in. I appreciate your time.
You are a valuable customer to me." He said.

Was this guy deaf or ignorant or what? Didn't he hear me tell him to leave?
Doesn't he understand that I'm not buying anything from him?

"I've already filled out the form for you, Honey, so all you have to do is
sign it. That way if your neighbors saw me, you'll have proof of a reason
for my visit." He handed me a small clipboard.

I looked at it. He was right. The whole form was filled out - name,
address, telephone number, credit card number, and the magazine ordered was
marked - "Catholic Digest". There was an X beside the line for credit card
signature. I picked up the pen.

"I don't know how to make this much clearer to you," I said as I signed my
name. "I do not want any magazines and I insist you leave the house at once
before I call the police."

I handed him back the clipboard and gave him a strong, defiant look.

Paul looked back at me softly and said, "What are your unfulfilled sexual
desires? You need something that you're not getting. What is it?"

I was shocked! Was this guy some kind of pervert or something? How could he
ask me that? I hope my husband comes home soon. I've got to get him out of
here - or at least keep him from touching me.

"I happen to have a perfect sex life. My husband, David, is very good in
bed and we enjoy sex freqently - almost daily. We both love each other and
enjoy sharing sexual pleasures with one another. Sex is an important part
of our strong marriage." I said.

Why? Why did I bother telling this weirdo these details? I should just kick
him out.

"I don't think you're telling me the truth, Honey. There's something more
that you want. There's something you think about when you touch yourself.
There's a piece you feel is missing during your sexual activities. You have
to tell me what it is." Paul spoke confidently, as if he already knew the
answer to his question but wanted me to confirm it.

I was about to yell at this guy to get out of my house when a strange thing
happened. I felt my legs part and a tongue touch that tiny area between my
vagina and my asshole. The warm wet tongue slowly slid across my wet
sex-hole, parting the labia as it went, sending shivers through my body,
teasing my clit then pulled away. I was panting and gasping for breath and
trying to get control of myself when I realized I hadn't moved. My legs
were still together and Paul was still sitting a foot from me and not
touching me. It felt so real but I'd imagined the whole thing. Damn him! He
was just trying to get me horny and it worked. He's winning this dangerous
little game.

"I have a pretty good sex life but sometimes David isn't as adventurous as
I'd like and he doesn't like cunnilingus," I told Paul in a clinical way.

He smiled broadly. He looked like he'd just won a prize. It worked, I heard
a voice in my head say. Oops, gotta switch, I heard and then the voice was
silent. I think I'm losing my sanity. Stop and look around. What the hell
are you doing, Honey? You invited a strange man in your house and are
discussing your sex life with him! Now you're starting to "hear little
voices". Better not tell anyone about this or they'll call for the men in
white coats.

"You said David isn't as adventurous as you'd like. What do you mean by
that? Are there things he won't do that you want to do? Be very specific,
Honey."

"Well, anal sex for example. He heard a priest once say it was wrong so
he's not interested in trying. Says sex is good so why have anal sex. Then
there's just lots of little things. I don't like pain but I'd like to try
bondage. Role playing might be fun. I don't know. Experimenting with sex
toys, perhaps." I was feeling pretty relaxed and started to enjoy our
conversation.

I looked over at Paul and he had a dazed look in his eyes and a silly grin
on his face. I lowered my eyes and saw his hand was rubbing himself in the
pocket of his jeans.

"Get out, now, you weirdo or I'm calling the cops. You have two choices:
you can leave now or kiss me passionately." I said.

"I'll take the second one," he said and he leaned over and pressed his lips
firmly against mine. I felt ripples of pleasure start in the center of my
stomach and spread up and down my body. I felt my pussy become even wetter
and the bare-shaved lips rubbed against one another lightly. I wiggled a
bit to intensify the feeling.

I pulled away and saw my bathrobe had separated and my right leg was bare
to the hip. My legs are one of my best features - shapely and firm.

Paul had followed my glance and put his hand on my calf and slowly slid it
upward. I had just shaved my legs and they were silky smooth. His hand on
my leg sent little shockwaves through me. When his hand reached my thigh, I
"realized" what was happening and I put both of my hands on his chest and
pushed hard. I think it took him a bit by surprise and he broke his grip on
me.

"What do you think you're doing? Get your filthy hands off me!" I screamed
and ran for the door. Paul was quicker than I was and caught me at the
door.

"Don't you get it, Honey? I want you and I'm going to have you."

What was this guy talking about? How could I get away? Clearly he was
stronger than I was but I knew I could outwit him and get away somehow.

Suddenly, a felt a tremendous tickling wave of feeling centered on my
already hot and swollen pussy. I felt a huge orgasm building! I started to
shake and wiggle and my knees felt like Jello (tm). I dropped to the floor
and lay back enjoying this incredible feeling. My hips were bucking off the
ground reaching for nothing and my muscles were tensing and relaxing
repeatedly. My robe had shifted open somewhat exposing a breast and all of
my legs. My eyes were squeezed shut because all of my concentration was on
feeling what was happening to my body. I moaned loudly and clenched my
robe, the carpet - anything I could grab. And it finally hit me -
incredible tickling pleasure zipped through my body as I screamed my
excitement. I slowly came down from this high, enjoying the little
aftershocks on the way down. I was hot and a bit sweaty, my hair tousled
and my robe barely on me. I opened my eyes, realizing the state I was in
and looked up to see him standing there, watching with an amused look on
his face.

"That was quite a show. I have to admit, you were one of the best I've
seen. Do you get it now, Honey? All I have to do is give you a mental
'push' and my wishes are literally your commands. You have no choice in
this situation. I said I want you and I will have you. You might as well
give up and enjoy it because I'm not going anywhere." Paul said.

My mind was reeling! This couldn't be happening to me. This man was a
rapist and, I don't know, some sort of a hypnotist or something. I have to
get away from him! Whatever he is, he's obviously a mad man.

I turned from him and ran - all of two steps before he grabbed me. I
struggled with his arms firmly wrapped around me. I screamed and tried to
step on his feet and elbow his stomach but he seemed to anticipate my every
move and avoid it.

"Boy, you are a fiesty one. I sure do like that. Sturggling much more than
I thought you would. But, I don't know why you're bothering. Ah, well. It's
kinda fun this way but I've had enough. If we're going to get physical, I'd
rather we made love, not war. Take off your robe, Honey." Paul said.

I glared at him. He loosened his grip around me then let go entirely. His
eyes were focused on mine and didn't move. I may be trapped in here, but I
didn't have to voluntarily do anything he said.

I removed my robe and let it drop to the floor. Paul told me to stand still
so he could get a good look at me. He seemed to examine me like I was some
sort of product he was purchasing. He started with what he'd already seen -
my face, looking at my blue-gray eyes intently, running his fingers through
my long dark-blonde hair, tracing my small narrow nose and outlining my
full pink lips. He gripped my shoulders and slid his hands down my arms.
They were thin but pretty firm from working out.

He looked at my bare breasts, exposed for the first time in years to any
man but my husband or doctor. My breasts are small but I am satisfied with
them. The areoles are also small but my nipples react well. My breasts are
round and firm. Somehow, even though I'm satisfied with my breasts, I've
never thought they were particularly attractive. For some reason, that made
this examination even harder. As he was looking, he gave a low whistle.
"Just like I like them - small and firm." He touched the flesh of my right
breast with the tip of his finger. My nipple immediately hardened into a
tight little nub. He laughed, "Not bad. And that was without a 'push'. I
knew you'd enjoy this."

If I was embarrassed about my nakedness, I was even more embarrassed by my
body's betrayal.

Paul put his hands on my sides beside my breasts, feeling my ribcage under
his pressure. He slide his hands down, feeling them dip in at the waist and
slide out again over the hips in a definite hourglass shape (although not
the perfect 36-24-36 proportions).

"I don't want to have to crawl around on my knees to examine you so it's
time to get comfortable," he said and he took my hand and led me to the
guest bedroom.

I was still a bit frantic. I didn't know what to do or how to get away. On
the other hand, I don't think my body has every felt so good. As wrong as
this is, he is a tremendous lover. He made me orgasm without ever touching
my body! What am I thinking! I have to get away. I've never cheated on my
husband and I don't want to be raped. I struggled with more of these
twisted thoughts as we walked down the hall toward the bedroom. I finally
hit upon a solution: He was right. I had no choice. So I may as well give
in to it KNOWING that my husband David would be home any second (where is
he, anyway? he should've been here by now) and rescue me. It made sense.
I've heard that to avoid getting hurt by a rapist you should do what they
tell you to do. I don't entirely agree with that but since I have no choice
and know I will be rescued soon anyway... Okay, I've decided. That's what
I'll do.

Paul told me to lay down on the bed on my back. I dutifully did as I was
told. I lay, as rigid as a pole, staring at the ceiling. He gave another of
his low whistles.

"I'll be damned. That's something I didn't know about. Guess I did choose
well this time." Paul said in a strange tone of voice.

What was he talking about? I looked at him and saw him staring at my pussy.
My BARE pussy! My freshly-shaven-just-a-half-hour-ago-pussy! I watched him
look at me so intently. It sent a strange feeling down my spine. He reached
out with one finger, tentatively, and barely touched my bare mound where a
thick bush of hair normally grows. His touch felt electric to me and the
smooth skin must've surprised him as well because he jumped. I guess he'd
never seen a grown woman with a bare pussy before.

He stroked his finger up and down the top of my mound, feeling the soft
skin. His touch was so relaxing, I closed my eyes and gave in to the
feeling. He went to the foot of the bed and took my legs in his hands and
parted them. His actions were so unexpected I didn't have time to react and
once my legs were apart, he kneeled between them. His eyes didn't leave my
sex. He grabbed my right hip with his left hand to steady himself and used
his right hand to touch me. Paul slid a single finger down from the top of
the mound, beside my labia in between my legs. He used a feather light
touch all around my vagina. He touched everywhere hair is supposed to grow.

"This is great. I mean it. This is really great but it's not what I want
just now. Now it's my turn to lie down and I want you to suck my cock. I
want you to show me how good a woman you really are." Paul said. His voice
sounded almost strained.

I didn't want to do it but I had told myself this was probably the best way
out. Go along with what he said and wait to be rescued. Then I realized
what I had been telling myself...wait for some man to some rescue me? Oh
yeah, that's a real independent woman of the 90's attitude. How could I
have thought that? Forget it. There's no way I was going to do anything
else he said.

But, I did. He lay down on his back and I curled up beside him with my head
laying on his stomach.

"I am not going to suck your cock."

"Sure you are, Honey, here it is...lick the tip of it."

I licked the head, tasting the salty precum that had oozed out.

"Mister, I mean, Paul, really, I can't do this. I'm not very good at it. I
mean I only did it a few clumsy times before I got married and now with my
husband. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I can't stand
it and I want to taste your hot cock in my mouth right now." I said.

A wave of desire to have his manhood in my mouth filled me. There was
nothing, and I mean nothing, I wanted more right then.

I slowly ran my tongue from the base of his shaft almost to the head. I
repeated the movement, enjoying the change of breathing pattern I heard
from him. I moved slightly and did the same thing, working my way around
the shaft, slowly licking up and covering every part of the shaft. I then
pursed my lips against the shaft, as if I were going to kiss it, and sucked
and slid my sucking little lips up and down and around his shaft.

I moved down between his legs and bent over. Slowly I licked his left ball
until it was covered in my saliva. I gave his right one the same treatment
then I very gently took it into my mouth and sucked and licked it
carefully. I moved to the other one and rolled that into my mouth as well.
I moved my head up a bit and started again licking his shaft. Once I had
licked all the way around, I very slowly glided my tongue across the top of
the head, then lolled it around and around circling from the "eye" outwards
until my tongue rimmed the head. I heard low moans coming from Paul.

I repositioned myself and grabbed the bottom of his shaft in a ring with my
thumb and forefinger, and put the head of his cock between my lips. I poked
my tongue at the tip, circled it around, the sucked the head into my mouth.
His moans increased. I let the head slide out between my lips then sucked
it in again, swirling my tongue around it in my warm mouth. I relaxed,
letting him slide out. This time I pulled him into my mouth, sucking his
head and his shaft all the way into my mouth, pulling hard, as much as my
mouth would hold. I could hear Paul moan louder and his breathing increase
its pace. I repeated my action, inhaling his cock deep into my mouth,
taking almost all of it in.

Doing this to a strange man and watching his excitement increase really
turned me on. I could feel my pussy throbbing and my hips began to move a
bit involuntarily showing their readiness. I moved my hand up and down his
shaft, timing it with the action of my mouth for maximum effectiveness. It
seemed to work...it felt like he was about to come. I sucked him into my
mouth again and felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me down,
taking him in deeper. I had to move my hand out of the way and had as much
of him in my mouth as I could hold and Paul still put pressure on my head.
I relaxed and my throat seemed to open somehow and I felt more and more of
him slide inside me until my lips rested against the hairy base. At first I
almost gagged but I just told myself I was okay and to relax. My mouth felt
so full. Paul slid out then all the way back in again and my throat seemed
to pulsate around him. Just when I thought he was going to speed up and
come, he pulled out.

"That's not how I want to come. I just wanted to give you a little taste of
that kind of action." He said.

How could he just stop like that? I wanted to taste his hot cum. But even
more so, I had to admit, I wanted to feel his large hot cock pumping inside
me. Something in the very back of my mind told me I shouldn't be doing this
but somehow I couldn't remember why not. All I really knew is I had an
incredible desire I wanted fulfilled and this was the only man who could do
it. I fell beside him on my back on the bed.

I had to get out of here! I am starting to go crazy. This man was
practically raping me and all I could think about was how I wanted to feel
him inside me. I can't imagine what's wrong with me. I'm thinking all kinds
of things I know I shouldn't be thinking and wanting all kinds of things
I've never wanted before.

"Leave me alone. Let me go." I said futiley.

"You still don't get it, do you Honey? You want whatever I want you to
want. See? All I have to do is go like this," he gave a mental push. "And I
can create desires within you. Like now, you want me to fuck you. You can't
help it. Even if your husband walked in right now, nothing would stop this
desire."

"Please, please fuck me. I want to feel your hot cock pumping inside me.
Come on, Paul. Show me what kind of a man you are. Take me, please." I
said, embarrassed by my wanton desire but unable to control it.

He laughed. "Nah, that's not as much fun." He removed the push.

"Get out!" I screamed. I tried to get up but it felt like my hands and
ankles were tied to the bed. I could see that they weren't but I still
could not lift them. I kept trying to move them and finally I could slide
my legs a bit but only apart. Once they were all the way apart, I couldn't
move them any more.

Paul got up and moved in between my legs. He reached underneath and cupped
my ass in his hands. He looked at my frightened eyes and smiled
mischievously. He dipped his head down and licked my inner thighs. He heard
the audible sigh he was listening for.

I pulled at my arms and legs, trying to break whatever invisible bond held
them, to no avail. I felt a tongue rest on that spot between my vagina and
my asshole. No! This is just like I "dreamt" when we were sitting on the
couch. Slowly, Paul's tantalizing tongue slid up over my sex-entrance,
parting my labia as it went, sending ripples of pleasure through me and
ending with a wiggle on my clit. I half-screamed, half-sighed at this
assault. It felt so good. I'd wanted cunnilingus for so long that this just
felt so good. He gave another long, slow tantalizing lick. My hips wiggled
and bucked from his ministrations.

He ran his tongue up and down my smooth labia and sucked each one in
gently. He was moaning softly to himself. He mumbled something about never
having the chance to eat a woman with a bare cunt before. His words sent
waves of warm excitement through my body. He licked every part outside of
my pussy but carefully avoided the sensitive inside. He ran his tongue over
all of the bare but would-be-hairy places and enjoyed the feeling.

It felt so good! I didn't want him to stop. This felt like nothing I could
remember. It was so tickly and warm and wonderful and wet and good. He
seemed to be enjoying it too. However, I'd had enough of his teasing and
wanted him to make me orgasm. I reached down and grabbed the back of his
head, as he had mine earlier. (Yes, I could suddenly move my arms - which
means I could've escaped, but I wasn't thinking about that any more.)

I put my hands on his head and pulled him in to me trying to convince him
to stimulate my clit to orgasm. He just kept licking my outer labia. I used
one hand to reach under his face and part my labia, exposing my sex to this
stranger, and used the other hand to guide his head to the right spot. He
still resisted and lapped at my opening. He licked and sucked my sex juices
which were flowing more than I had ever known. He seemed like an addict who
couldn't get enough of my drug. I thought how funny it was that the tables
had turned and he was under my control. (Far from the truth - I was no
longer restrained but I wouldn't dream of leaving because I had such an
intense desire for him that I was still under his control.)

He curled his tongue and slid it into the entrance to my vagina. I stifled
a moan. This felt so good but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to feel his
tongue on my clit or feel his meat pounding inside me. His actions were
frustrating and exciting me. His tongue continued its activity until I felt
very clean, hot and ready for him to enter me. Then he put his lips over my
clit and blew hot air. The heat and motion sent shivers through my body. He
slowly wiggled his tongue back and forth against my clit. He could tell by
my motions and vocalizations that this was just what I'd been begging for.
I could feel an orgasm building inside me like I'd never experienced one
before.

Paul slid one of his hands from under my ass and slipped a finger inside my
wet box. He trailed his finger down to my rosebud and teased the rim of it.
Would he dare? I couldn't stop my body from wiggling and begging for all
that he had to give. He pushed gently and his finger slid, surprisingly
easily, inside of me. It felt really weird but I have to admit it felt good
too. He slid it in and out a few times and I started to get comfortable
with it. He licked and teased my clit a bit faster. I could feel the hair
on my head almost as if it were standing on end and I could feel the
tension in my toes. I thought I would pass out if he continued to lick me
like that and just then I felt myself about to come when...

He stopped.

I almost cried from frustration. What kind of a person was this. Torturous.

I was drained - weak, frustrated, confused, and I just laid there.

Paul reached down and rolled me on my side away from him. I felt like a rag
doll after being played with and abandoned and I just gave in to his
motions. He pushed my top leg forward. He reached down, rubbing my ass,
until he touched my asshole with something warm and wet. He rubbed the
around the rim with that wet stuff which increased my excitement again. It
felt so good and so foreign to me. He slipped his finger inside my backdoor
as he did before but this time it went in even easier and felt really nice.
I had been curious about anal play but didn't really expect it to feel like
this. He pulled his hand back but then reached again with some more of the
wet stuff and slid it around.

My face felt really flushed and I was breathing hard. I wondered if he was
really going to do what I thought he was going to do. I was a little scared
it would hurt but also excited at the thought of trying. I reached around
to see if he was still hard and was surprised to feel how big and hard he
really was. He seemed even bigger than when I was deep throating him, if
that was possible. He was ready all right. While my hand was back there, he
put some wet stuff in it so I gladly rubbed it on his huge, hot cock. I
slid my hand up and down, coating him thoroughly but also getting myself so
worked up I thought I'd orgasm just from rubbing him. He also seemed on the
edge so he took my hand off and laid it in front of me. He rubbed his hand
up my leg and teased around the rim of my rosebud again. I could feel my
pussy juices oozing again, making things even more slick. He probed inside
me with his finger and I relaxed with the good feelings that was giving me.
He moved himself into a comfortable position behind me and pulled his
finger out while placing the head of his cock against my backdoor as if to
replace it.

"Just relax and have fun, Honey. This is going to be so good. I want to
fuck your sweet ass, baby. I want to feel your hot ass around me." Paul
said.

All I could do was push back against him in response. I pushed back as he
gently pushed forward. I felt the hole ease open, already relaxed and
"loose" from his fingers, and the head of his cock entered. We both moaned
from the intense feeling. I had never known it could be like this. Of
course he was "pushing" my brain to make it feel good, but still.

It felt weird but it felt so good, I just wanted more of him inside me. I
pushed back against him and he pushed in more, then pulled back a bit. I
sighed at the change of direction and the new range of feeling this brought
about. I got a momentary "What am I doing?" feeling and started to clench
but Paul rubbed my sides and I relaxed and enjoyed the new game. I was glad
he had been so generous with the lube because that made the motion smooth
and feel wonderful. I don't know how to explain it. It felt nothing like
going to the bathroom or even like when I had slipped a soapy finger inside
me in the shower while experimenting. It also didn't feel like having
regular sex. Regular sex wasn't better than this...just different. Paul
pushed in some more and my body relaxed and accepted him then he stopped
pushing to allow my body to automatically ease him out. He pushed again,
harder this time, until he was all the way inside me then he slid out to
the head.

"Are you okay, Honey? How does it feel?" Paul asked.

"Oh, Paul. This is incredible. I've never felt anything like it before. I
just wonder if I'd like it without your 'push' on me. This is really wild!"
I said.

"Honey, I'm not 'pushing' your brain. Everything you're doing now you're
doing by your own choice. Everything you're feeling is real."

I was shocked by his words. I thought he'd made it easier and feel good by
"pushing" my brain. I thought I was doing this because he made me do it and
that I was enjoying it because he made me enjoy it. You mean I actually
like doing this?

Ooooh! Yes, I had to admit, I really liked doing this. Paul sliding in and
out of me sent tingles up my back and in my stomach and all over my body.
Like I said, the feeling was hard to explain but it just felt so good I
didn't think I could get enough.

Paul reached his hand over and down between my legs and touched my clit. My
whole body spasmed. I had forgotten how close I was to orgasm when he'd
stopped touching me. Now he slowly moved his finger over my throbbing clit
and I was close to orgasm quickly. He fucked my ass faster. I couldn't
believe how easily my body accomodated him. I felt like my body was a
violin and his cock was the bow that made the music. He strummed faster
inside me while playing with my clit. I began almost bouncing from the
stimulation.

"Oh, Paul, I think I'm going to cum." I said.

"Me too, Honey. C'mon baby. I want to feel you cum. I want you to enjoy sex
for a change, not just give in. Yes, Honey, you can do it."

I moaned and cried out from his relentless touch. I moved faster beside him
until I spasmed and throbbed into a tremendous explosive orgasm. I shivered
and moved and tightened up around him. My motions brought Paul over the
edge and moments later he pounded hard into my ass filling me with his hot
cum.

We laid there, like two spoons, sweating and panting together. I felt so
good I didn't want to move for fear of losing the feeling. After awhile,
Paul pulled out, and stood up.

"C'mon Honey, it's time to get up." Paul said.

Suddenly, I felt happy and refreshed. I stood up beside him. He grabbed me
in a big bear hug.

"Thanks, Honey. That was lots of fun. Can we do it again some time?" he
asked.

My mind was reeling as the reality of my happy marriage and my terrible
infidelity and the immense pleasure I'd received started to all ask for my
attention.

"I...I don't know, Paul. What do I tell my husband when he gets home?
What...I...oh, I just don't know. It was fun but I just can't ruin my whole
life out of my uncontrollable lustfulness." I sounded so stupid but I just
couldn't say all the things I was thinking.

"Oh, Honey, you worry too much. I'll take care of everything. David is
running late today so he won't be home until you're ready for him. You
don't have to tell him a thing. In fact, I'll make it easy on you. You
won't remember a thing. All you'll remember is the magazine salesperson
coming to the door. Sometime, I might stop by again...For now, you need to
go hop back in the shower so you're ready for your husband when he gets
home." Paul said.

Paul kissed my firmly on the lips and then exited through the front door.

I went upstairs and took off my bathrobe so I could take a quick after work
shower. I hadn't had a particularly good day at work but for some reason I
felt wonderful! My office must've been hot 'cause I felt kind of sticky
but, no matter. That would be resolved in no time. I climbed into the
shower and enjoyed the hot water pouring over me. Why was I downstairs in
my robe? Oh yeah. Just when I was getting into the shower the doorbell rang
and it was that nice magazine salesman. I hoped he was happy doing that
since he seemed like such a nice man. Did I need to shave? No, my legs and
pussy feel pretty smooth. I gathered some rich lather in my hand and slid
it down over my pussy. Felt good. Yeah, it was all smooth.

I turned around so the hot water was beating on my breasts. I put soap on
my ass and spread it around with my hands. I slid a finger down my crack
and felt really turned on. I added more soap and slipped a finger up
inside. I almost came from the sensations it caused. Wow! That felt good. I
tried it again, but it didn't feel the same. Just felt like me washing my
ass. Oh, well. Maybe I'll have time to finger myself to orgasm on the bed
before David gets home.

I shut off the water and dried myself off with the towel. I climbed out of
the tub and threw on my robe. I went into the bedroom, lay on the bed and
opened the robe. I cupped my bare pussy then reached with one finger for my
clit. David should be home by now so I didn't have much time. I thought
about that good looking magazine salesman who stopped by and wondered what
kind of lover he'd be and what his cock would look like and I fingered
myself faster and faster, then tensed up and spasmed as I orgasmed quickly.

I heard the key in the door as I stood and straightened my robe. I went to
meet my husband.

"Hi, Honey. I stopped and picked up a couple things from the grocery store.
I got some milk, eggs, bread and I'm not sure what else. Didn't know what
we needed but for some reason I felt like we needed some of this stuff
tonight."

Thanks, David, for stopping off and taking your time. I needed the time
alone to relax. I feel so refreshed now.

                                   *end*



