Subject: Desperate Housewife (MF, exhib, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: November 9, 2008
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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Summary:
After my first lingerie party, the hostess seemed to want to say something to me
but she ended up just saying goodbye. Thus I was a bit surprised when she
called me a couple days later and even MORE so when she told me what she wanted.
Did she really believe that presenting a slut to her husband would save her
marriage?
Disclaimer: I’ve always said that my diary is not a reflection of my every day
life, but rather more like a “highlights reel”. That is especially
true with regards to this story. The reason I wrote about it is
because it was something unique, NOT because it was something that
typically happens. I do a lot of parties and this was the only one
where this type of thing happened as a result.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 - A Strange Proposal
Chapter 2 – Meeting the Family
Chapter 3 – Getting Things Started
Chapter 4 – Getting Down to Business
Chapter 1 - A Strange Proposal
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“Is this Kelly?”
The voice on the phone sounded familiar so I answered, “Yes, this is she.”
“Ummmm, this is Barbara, remember me from the party you and Wanda did at my
house this past weekend?”
Of course, now I remembered where I’d heard that voice. Just a few days ago I’d
modeled for my first lingerie/toy show at her house. Suddenly an image flashed
before me of the look on her face as I was leaving, as if there was something
she wanted to say to me but then at the last minute changed her mind. Was this
call somehow related to that?
“Oh hi Barbara, is there something I can do for you?”
There was a silence on the phone and again, I could picture that face from a few
days ago, almost desperate to say something but then failing to find the
courage. Was she going to back down again? I waited patiently on the phone for
her to answer.
“I don't know how else to say this so I guess I'll just come right out and
ask... Will you fuck my husband?”
*********************
Note to Readers:
In case you haven’t read what I wrote about the events of a few days ago, a
quick summary but for the complete details, see my diary entry for November 1st.
Due to some personal issues, I’m no longer teaching or living at home or
engaged. Not that these changes are necessarily due to the same reasons, they
just happened to all fall on my lap at the same time. To make ends meet, I
decided to return to a variation of the escorting work I use to do, except in
this case the focus would be on home parties and groups, no single dates or
hotel rooms or that sort of thing. Indeed, actual sex was something I really
didn't want to get involved in – at least so far as my work was concerned.
If there is one thing I decided to be firm about from the start, it was that I
will NEVER do anything one-on-one for money. I am not a whore or a prostitute
(as if there is a difference). Everything I do is to take place in a main room
with everyone present. None of this disappearing into the back bedroom for a
private fuck crap. There are plenty of girls out there (like my cousin) who are
available if that’s what they want - and I’ve actually called Kristi while at a
party to come and help out (she DID give me a cut as well!).
*********************
So anyway, my mind was racing at this “shot from the blue” question from
Barbara. What seemed like a dozen scenarios flashed though my head in a matter
of seconds as I tried to think of some snappy response or witty retort.
Instead, I stalled for time.
“Uh, exactly what do you mean Barbara?”
“Ok... my husband and I have been having a rough time for quite a while but
lately it’s been really bad. I’m afraid he’s going to have an affair or even
divorce me unless I do something drastic. Sorry if I offended you, but I just
assumed you were THAT sort of girl after what you did at the party.”
I smiled to myself at her assumption. Of course in her mind I suppose any girl
that would display her all but nude body to a bunch of women and then masturbate
on her bed while being watched (even though I wasn't aware of it at the time)
simply HAD to be a whore. Well news flash! There’s a BIG difference between
showing yourself off and letting strangers have their way with you for money. I
may be a slut, and proud of it, but I am not a whore.
“I’m sorry Barbara, I’m not a prostitute,” I finally managed to say, “Now if you
need one, I can get you in touch with someone that might be able to help you.”
Thoughts of my cousin Kristi were running through my mind. Indeed, this sounded
like one of those cases where her unique “talents” would probably come in handy.
“Oh no, that’s not what I meant,” she said, her voice sounding like it was about
to crack any moment. “Look, this isn’t coming out the way I meant. Could you
stop by the house and talk with me about this for a few minutes?”
My first instinct was to politely refuse but I had to admit, my curiosity was
going wild. Of course, we all know what curiosity did to the cat. Still, what
could it hurt to just talk to her about it? So in the end I agreed and said I’d
be over in about an hour. Since it was only about a fifteen minute drive to her
house, that gave me some time to straighten myself up and look decent. One of
these days I’ll have to break a bad habit of not getting myself dressed or made
up until I’m ready to go out for the day, which sometimes never happens before I
need to go to bed again!
I quickly showered and put on a little makeup, not like I was going out on a
date or whatever, but enough to cover up a few blemishes and make myself
presentable. A pair of faded jeans and a well-worn college sweatshirt was all I
decided to wear. After all, it wasn't like I was going over there to seduce her
or even turn her on. Even so, it was enough that I was about five minutes late
when I pulled up to the curb in front of her house.
Knocking on the front door for the second time in a matter of days (why couldn’t
I ring her doorbell again this time?), Barbara opened it almost as soon as my
hand struck the knocker the first time. She invited me in and I followed her
back into the living room.
The living room looked different today than it had last Saturday evening. For
one, the curtains were pulled back so the room was flooded with sunlight, making
it a lot brighter and more cheerful. The room was mostly empty and the house
was deathly quiet, unlike Saturday night when a half dozen housewives were
packed in the room. Barbara motioned for me to take a seat on the couch as she
pulled up a chair to sit opposite from me. She was dressed in an outfit as if
she was about to leave for the gym or something, her hair pulled back in to a
ponytail and sneakers on her feet. She was nervous though, her hands clenched
tightly together and actually on second thought, she looked more scared than
anything.
“The kids will be home from school soon so I wanted to see you before they got
here and wondered who you were,” Barbara said, as if she needed to explain why
the house was so quiet. I sat there quietly, not sure what I should say. After
a long, rather tense pause, she continued.
“You know, I really can’t believe I said what I did on the phone to you... you
must think I’m crazy or something even worse.”
I assured her I did not think any such thing, even thought the thought HAD
crossed my mind a few times. It’s not like my phone rings up every day with
some older woman asking me if I would fuck her husband..
“You see, Greg and I have been married for almost ten years now. Everyone knows
we have the two kids, Connie’s seven and Kevin is six, but not many people know
I was three months pregnant when we were married. Greg wasn’t thrilled to marry
me, but he came from a family where honor and responsibility were important so
he married me because it was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, I miscarried
and lost the baby only a couple of weeks after the marriage. At first I was
terrified that that Greg would want to annul the marriage but he was too proud
and didn’t want to embarrass himself any further in front of his family. As you
can probably imagine, we didn't exactly get off to a grand start and things have
never really been all that great. Then Connie arrived, followed by Kevin, and
it was like we were stuck - we HAD to stay married.”
By now it was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes at this little soap
opera monologue. Like, so what? Good grief, how many other girls got married
because they were pregnant and then had to live with the consequences? Did she
think that made her special? In any case, what did it have to do with me? Why
was she suddenly spilling her guts to a total stranger as if I were her
therapist? She and I had hardly spoken two words together during the party and
now here she was, confiding in me like her long lost BFF. It just wasn't
making any sense to me.
“So anyway,” she continued, as if now that she had opened the floodgates it all
had to come out, “Lately it seems Greg just finds fault in everything I do –
even more than usual. He snaps at the kids and stays out late. We haven’t had
sex in months but I see things on his computer and phone and I know he is
looking at porn, chatting with girls and god only knows what else.”
Again, so what? Did she have any idea how many guys write to me and chat to me
about doing exactly what she was describing? While a few have them have
confessed to cheating, most of them rationalize that they use porn as an outlet
so they will NOT cheat on their wives. If you were to ask me, Greg sounded
like just another husband trapped in a loveless marriage with a woman he hated,
and reacting to the stress like most men would. Enough was enough. I was
trying to find some polite way to excuse myself from the crazy woman when she
came to the meat of the matter.
“OK, I can see you don’t understand so let me try to explain what I want. Last
week he forgot to close out his private e-mail and so I got to read some of his
chats and stuff. Oh Kelly, I think he is thinking about cheating on me with
some slutty college girl. But you know what really shocked? She asked if he
wanted his wife to watch and he said yes! He told her he wanted me to see him
fuck another girl so I would see how much it turned him on and what I should be
doing to meet his needs. Apparently I don't do sex ‘right’, whatever that
means.”
I was starting to see where this was heading. On the one hand, it made me all
the more determined to get out before I got myself involved in something that
was becoming increasingly bizarre. On the other hand, I was more curious than
ever. Was she really contemplating what I was starting to think she was? It
was looking more and more like the answer was “yes”.
“So let me guess... You want ME to be that college girl?” I asked, letting a
note of incredulity sneak into my tone of voice. “And you want to watch your
husband fuck me?”
Barbara just nodded, as if too embarrassed to confirm anything.
“You ARE kidding, right?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Is this some form of
practical joke my friends put you up to?” Indeed, it sounded exactly like
something my best friend Beth would come up with. She was probably listening in
somehow to the whole conversation!
Barbara buried her face in her hands and started to sob. Oh crap, what had I
done now? I leaned forward and took her hands in mine.
“So you’re really serious about this? No joke?”
Barbara nodded but she never made eye contact with me.
“Can I ask you a question Barb?”
She nodded almost imperceptibly so I continued on.
“Why do you think Greg doesn’t feel like you meet his needs?”
As much as she had been crying and carrying on, her face darkened to an even
deeper shade of red.
“There are things he wants me to do.... nasty things.... whorish things. I’ve
never done them, not even before we got married.”
Images of anal sex, BSDM, scat, K9 and other perversions danced in my head. I
could only imagine what a husband hooked on porn might be lusting for in this
day and age. Why do men think because some poor woman, perhaps desperate for
cash or a safe place for her and her kids to live, does something really nasty
for someone to show on the internet, that real women would ever do such things?
“I guess that I just don’t understand how any decent woman can do such things...
I mean, I just can’t bring myself to touch his dick with my mouth. Even the
thought of it is just SO disgusting. And if he ever came in my mouth I am sure
I would vomit.”
Oops, maybe I was being too hard on the hubby. Damn, she wouldn't even give her
own husband a blowjob? What a bitch! Now I was really WAS ready to walk out.
In my humble opinion, wives like Barbara deserved whatever it was their husbands
are doing. For a wife to be unwilling to satisfy her husband in such a basic
way was just... well stupid is the best word I can come up with. Just as I was
about to tell her off and storm out, I thought some more about it and the gears
in my head were spinning in overdrive. Instead of telling her what I thought of
her, maybe there was a better way to teach her a lesson. Frankly, I wasn't
feeling sorry for her in the slightest any more. Sure, her wretched husband was
probably a louse and poor excuse for a husband and father, but she certainly
wasn't blameless.
“OK then Barb, just what is it that you want me to do?” I asked, trying to pin
her down so it was all “her” idea and she couldn’t blame me in the end.
Personally, if she thought that having me fuck her husband was going to cure
anything so far as her marriage was concerned, she was an idiot.
Barb drew in a breath and slowly exhaled, as if to calm her nerves enough to
have the courage to spell it out for me.
“I want you to meet us in a hotel room where you will let my husband fuck you
while I watch.”
Well, there it was, straight to the point and out in the open. Only problem
was, while it was stretching my “no one-on-one” rule a bit, there was the issue
of my other rules, one of which stated that I would only have sex in the main
area of a house. The reason for the “main area” stipulation was to keep myself
surrounded by the group for my personal safety and security. With just the
three of us, I guess it really didn't matter WHERE in the house things took
place, even if it was their bedroom. The key element was I wanted it to be in
their house, not some hotel room where god only knows what might happen.
“Well, I guess I’m OK with the idea... BUT it has to be here, not a hotel room.”
Barb’s eyes widened and for the first time in a while she looked me in the eyes.
“HERE??? Why does it have to be here? What about the kids?”
“If you want me to help, then it just has to be that way. You can send the kids
to a babysitter or something, can’t you?”
Barb’s eyes narrowed as she seemed to be conducting a debate within herself.
Finally she nodded and agreed saying, “OK, then it can be here but not in our
bedroom.”
“Why don't you leave the location in the house up to him?” I suggested, knowing
that the bedroom was probably the most likely place her husband would want to
fuck me. It was the place that meant the most to her so naturally he would pick
it to embarrass and humiliate her as much as possible.
“So how do you want to work this out?” I prodded her. She misunderstood me. I
was looking for what arrangements she wanted to make in terms of dates and times
and such. She apparently thought I was negotiating rates.
“I don't know... what do girls like you charge these days?”
Well, THAT wasn't something Id really thought about. Negotiating sex was
something I preferred to leave until I was actually at that party, when the guys
were all horny and begging me to fuck them at any price. To be honest, had she
not mentioned anything about the price, I would’ve done it for free, just for
the thrill of doing what I was thinking about doing with her and her husband.
Had this been some bachelor party, no doubt the number would be followed by at
least three zeros but I figured she wasn't going to have that sort of cash
laying around and besides, as I said I was willing to do it for free so why
fleece the idiot?
“How about $250?”
She agreed so quickly that I was left to wonder if maybe I hadn’t been the one
taken to the cleaners but then again, maybe she was just anxious to get past the
negotiating phase.
“And when do you want to do this?”
She paused - I don't think she had really thought this through. From the look
of panic, I suspected that deep inside, she had never really thought things
would go this far and so the idea of when and how had never really been debated.
My mind, which was probably several orders of magnitude naughtier than hers,
came to the rescue with what I thought was a brilliant suggestion.
“Do you guys go to church regularly?” I asked. She nodded and told me the name
of their church. I recognized the name as being a large Baptist church, not
exactly what I would have picked for what I had planned given the choice but it
would have to do.
For the next few minutes I carefully explained to her my idea as she just sat
there, totally mesmerized. Her mouth was hanging open like a fish out of water
as I went on about what I would do to her husband while she watched. It was
funny in that she was already flabbergasted with my plans and yet she didn’t
know my true intentions. Once it seemed like we had made our plans I started to
look for an opening to leave. She seemed to sense my discomfort.
“So Kelly, do you mind if I ask you a question? Or two?” I shrugged my
shoulders so she continued, “Did you know we were watching the other night? You
know what I mean... when you were doing yourself on the bed with that awful
thing?”
I shook my head while allowing a mischievous grin to appear on my face.
“So you just do that yourself like that all the time?”
I looked at her quizzically, trying to figure out where she might be coming
from. She evidently could see the question mark hovering over my head so she
rephrased her question saying, “I meant, do you really masturbate?”
God, was this woman naïve or what? I just shrugged as if it was no big deal and
responded, “Sure, every day... don’t you?”
Her eyes widened and she seemed too embarrassed to ask anymore but it was clear
that she was not into self-pleasuring herself! I couldn’t wait for Sunday to
come. Boy was she in for something she wasn't ready for.
Before I left, I couldn’t resist tweaking her a little. We stood up and were
facing each other, just a foot or so separating us. I looked at her with what I
hoped to be a lustful gaze and said softly, “So tell me the truth Barb, did it
turn you on to watch me the other night? Did it make you want me even a little
bit when you watched me masturbating? Have you thought about me since then?”
Her reaction was as hilarious as it was predictable. Her mouth dropped open to
where she was in danger of catching flies before she caught herself as she
stared at me like I was some weirdo or something.
“Oh no, I ‘m not THAT kind of woman?” she exclaimed, her face once again
returning to that dark shade of red signaling her embarrassment. “I could
never... well... do it with another woman. Never!”
What a surprise THAT was - NOT. I was actually starting to feel a little sorry
for her now, not because of her issues with her husband, but because she was
such a ridiculously naïve fool. Heaven forbid she should masturbate and to have
sex with a woman was inconceivable. Little wonder that something like sucking a
dick was beyond her comprehension. How in the world did her husband ever get
her to have sex in the first place? Somehow I doubted their first time was very
much fun for either one of them. In fact, I was starting to wonder if she
hadn't gotten pregnant the first time as why would anyone want to fuck someone
as frigid as her more than once? Her husband was probably still pissed off that
he was stuck marrying some little bitch just because he wanted to collect her
cherry. The more I thought about it, the more I would have bet quite a bit I
was right!
I left her house wondering if she would have the guts to go through with our
plan. For it to work, she would have to approach her husband with the idea and
somehow I didn't see her as one who could really pull that off. The odds were
pretty good that I’d be getting a frantic phone call sometime before Sunday
morning, begging me to call off the whole thing because she had gotten cold feet
– a perfect match for her cold pussy.
Surprisingly, I didn't hear a word from Barbara for the entire week until
Saturday night when my cell phone rang. At the time I was just about to enter a
movie theater with my cousin and best friend Beth so I almost just turned the
phone off and ignored the call. For whatever reason, I glanced at the phone and
saw whose number it was so I hurried to answer it before we all went into the
theater.
“Kelly? This is Barb, remember me?”
Of course I did you stupid woman! No, I didn’t actually SAY that to her but
thank God she couldn't read my mind!
“Of course Barb, so what’s up?”
“I did it,” she said in a rather conspiratorial tone, “I told him what you said
I should.”
“And?????”
“He said OK... can you believe it?” she exclaimed, as if she had just won the
lottery. “Oh my god, I am SO nervous... I can’t believe I’m really going to go
through with this.”
To be more accurate, it was ME that was going to be doing it but I understood
what she meant. I had to wonder if she knew what she was really going to be
doing. There was no way this naïve wife could even begin to comprehend the
events she had set into motion.
“OK Barb, sorry but I have to get going so I'll see you in church tomorrow, OK?”
We both said our goodbyes and I rejoined my cousin and friend in the theater.
They were curious about the call as I had not mentioned a word of any of this to
them before, most likely because I was assuming that nothing would come of it in
the first place. Needless to say, they were both excited for me and if
anything, I may have even detected a little bit of jealousy, especially from my
slutty cousin.
“Sure you don't need some help” she had offered with a naughty grin and giggle.
Actually, it would have been fun to have her tag along but that would have been
too over the top. Even as it was, I had to wonder if when push came to shove,
would the two of them really be willing to go along with my plan? No doubt the
husband would but what about Barbara? It was a bit surreal and I still wasn't
going to believe any of it until it really happened.
The movie started but even in the dim light I could see Kristi looking at me
with THAT look in her eyes. She was horny now, just from the hint of what I had
told her. Then again, the girl was ALWAYS horny, even more than me and that was
saying something. Oh well, that wasn’t such a bad thing, was it? Maybe dessert
after the movie would be at her house?
Chapter 2 – Meeting the Family
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Sunday morning I was awake long before my alarm went off. The first thing to
enter my mind was, “Holy crap, I’m going to fuck a guy in front of his wife
today!”
God it made me so horny just to think about it! There was no way I was doing
anything in this state so for the next thirty minutes or so I masturbated,
making myself cum at least twice with a third time debatable as it could have
been counted as a continuation of the second one.
After I was finished taking care of my morning “needs”, I stood in front of my
closet for the longest time, debating what to wear to church. Had we planned to
meet in a bar, it would have been a lot easier but in a church... well that was
a totally different proposition, especially since it was a Southern Baptist
church. I’d been at the one they attended once before and while it was by no
means the most fundamentalist in the area, it still wasn’t exactly liberal in
its policies. Put another way.... wearing a short skirt with no underwear would
NOT go over very well and this was the type of church where they would be more
than willing to ask you to leave if they felt your dress was “inappropriate”.
After considerable debate I picked out a dark skirt that while still a couple
inches above the knee, was not all that tight and had almost zero chance of
exposing myself to anyone. Despite some naughty thoughts to the contrary, I
caved in and wore regular panties underneath. God, how long had it been since I
had worn cotton panties to church – or anywhere for that matter! A vest over a
whiter blouse did an effective job of hiding the fact I wasn't wearing a bra,
yet still allowing for easy access should the need arise. Maybe I should have
worn a bra but a girl has to draw the line somewhere! Even though it was quite
cold I wasn't about to wear pantyhose so a pair of dark thigh-highs finished out
the outfit.
Looking in the full–length mirror on the back of my bedroom door, I saw what on
the outside appeared to be your typical 20-something college grad ready for
church. It wasn't something a mom would wear but still a little more “grown-up”
than your typical teenage garb. I chose some heels that were rather
conservative, definitely not any of my “come fuck me” ones. A small black purse
and I was ready to go to church, as innocent as could be.
As I got in my car and started to drive away from my apartment, I felt a moment
pang of guilt as I turned in the opposite direction to what I should have.
Sunday mornings were traditionally time I spent with my dad after which we would
go to church together. Sitting in the pews, listening to the sermon while his
hand was on my leg, feeling his cum draining from me slightly onto the pew
cushion below me, was something I looked forward to every week – just as I knew
he did. I’d called him earlier to explain why I wouldn't be stopping by and the
disappointment in his voice almost broke my heart. At the same time, once he
understood the reason why I wasn’t coming over, he seemed to cheer up a bit
after making me promise to tell him all the details the next time we met.
The church was a bit of a drive but eventually I made it, arriving just a few
minutes before the service was about to start. I hurried towards the sanctuary
entrance and as I passed through a gathering area I heard voice calling me.
“Kelly, over here!”
I looked for the person calling me and saw Barbara waving me over from the other
side of the room. As I approached, I recognized her husband and kids from the
photos I’d seen in her bedroom the weekend before. She was in a long print
dress while her husband was in a grey suit with a red tie. Her daughter was
dressed in a conservative dress as well while the boy wore just a short and tie,
without a jacket. They blended in with the rest of the congregation, nothing
whatsoever to indicate they were having any issues or how those issues were
going to addressed before long.
“Kelly, so nice you could make it!” she greet me, as if I was there under more
altruistic motivations. “I want you to meet Greg, my husband. Greg, this is
Kelly, the girl I was telling you about.”
Something about the way she said “the girl” made it clear I wasn't just the
babysitter. Greg turned to me and smiled. Suddenly I felt a slight chill run
down my spine. It was the way he looked at me I guess. It wasn't like I was
some new person at church he was being introduced to but rather more like I was
a slut at a whore ranch being presented to a new customer. Yes, there was no
doubt that he knew who I was and why I was there and there was not a ounce of
doubt in my mind that he wanted to fuck me. There is just that look a man gives
you that every girl learns early on, no matter what her morals or convictions.
You don't have to have sex to know when a man wants to fuck you.
I looked over at Barb who must have been able to see the unabashed lust on her
husband’s face as well. Was it my imagination or did I see a quick fleeting
sign of regret? A drop in her cheery smile and a narrowing of her eyes before
she recovered and became Miss Perky again. The kids weren't paying a bit of
attention and even if they had, Connie was nowhere near the age where she would
have understood why her dad was looking at this strange girl so funny. Oh well,
no matter as the ball was in play now and there was no stopping this roller
coaster now that it was heading down the tracks.
“Kelly, these are my children, Connie and Steven. Kids, say hello to Kelly,
she’s visiting our church today for the first time.”
I wasn’t going to correct her by telling her I had attended once before a few
years ago as it was irrelevant. The kids were cute and obviously well-mannered.
I wondered what they would have said had they known why I was REALLY at their
church this morning. Odds were they wouldn't have understood it even if they
did. No matter, so long as they weren't at the house I didn't care what they
knew – or didn’t. If there was one thing I was NOT into, it was anything to do
with sex and children. Fortunately, THAT didn't seem to be an issue in this
case as Barb mentioned they would be going over to her mother’s after church to
spend the afternoon. Evidently, that meant sitting with their grandparents in
church as well as they took off and left the three of us alone.
Greg looked around quickly to be sure nobody was watching or would overhear him.
Even so, he still kept his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned towards me.
“So you’re OK with all this Kelly?”
I nodded and he rolled his eyes and grinned. He looked at Barbara who was
trying to act all smiley and cheerful while her husband started putting the
moves on me right in front of her in the middle of church. “God, you look
incredible. How old are you again?”
“Twenty three.”
“I have to say, until you showed up I thought ol’ Barb here was pulling my leg.
Wow, you look even better than she said.”
I tried to act like I was flattered but just then a buzzer went off, evidently
signifying it was time for everyone to gather in the sanctuary. I carried my
coat in with me as I didn't see anywhere to hang it and there wasn't time to
hunt down a closet. Besides, I had an idea that it might come in handy during
the service anyway.
We sat towards the back, along with the rest of the people. It was sort of
silly how full the back of the church was while the front five or six pews were
virtually empty. Then again, aren’t most churches that way? Greg sat between
Barb and me and as full as the church was, we were forced to be rather tight
together. I bunched my coat up on my lap as the service finally
started.
We had to stand for each song and I couldn’t help but notice Greg was looking
down more at my blouse than the hymnal. Of course it didn't hurt that I’d left
the top few buttons undone and while the vest hid the fact I wasn't wearing a
bra, from above he should’ve been getting a good idea that there was nothing
under the blouse but me. Once the sermon started, I got myself comfortable for
what was likely to be twenty or more boring minutes.
My coat was still on my lap and soon after the sermon started, I felt Greg’s
hand on my thigh under the coat. I smiled slightly without looking at him as I
squirmed in my seat just a little, hoping he could detect my reaction.
Evidently he did as his hand squeezed my thigh through my skirt and slowly
worked it’s way between my legs. My skirt was too long to pull up and let his
hand get underneath, but it WAS loose enough for him to be able to press his
hand between my legs and eventually against my crotch.
I squirmed again slightly, just enough to give him the idea that he was turning
me on. In fact, he WAS making a bit horny but it would have been better had the
church not been so crowded and I wasn't wearing so many clothes! Barb was
listening intently to the sermon and I doubted she would have been able to see
anything even if she had looked over as my coat seemed to be pretty effective at
hiding his hand’s location. Was she really listening or was she thinking about
what was about to happen between me and her husband?
Chapter 3 – Getting Things Started
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The service finally ended and that was about as far as he was able to take
things. At least he now had the confirmation that I was there for the reasons
his naïve wife had evidently described to him earlier. As we walked out of the
church, Greg pulled me to the side and whispered in my ear.
“What do you say you and I just go out on our own and leave her at home?”
“But I thought you wanted her to watch? Don't you want her to see how I can
turn you on more than she can?”
Greg grimaced and I began to wonder if his bluster was more huff and puff than
fire and brimstone.
“To be honest, I’m not so sure about that part. I mean, this is crazy enough,
don't you think? Just her knowing?”
I folded my arms in a standoffish manner. “Sorry Greg, THAT is what made me want
to do this in the first pace. Either we do things as planned or it’s all off –
your choice.”
Greg look back over at where Barb was standing, shivering in the cold and not
looking exactly happy about things. Then he looked back at me but before he
could say anything, I took control.
“What’s the matter Greg, worried you can’t handle me? Afraid your little mousey
wife will see you’re not the stud you claim to be? Maybe you won’t be able to
get it up... is that what you’re worried about... is it Greg?”
He had been about to back out of it, of that I was certain, but now his manhood
had been challenged. My taunts clearly riled him and I think I must have hit a
few buttons as well.
“We’ll see who can’t handle who,” he said bitterly under his breath, “You just
better be as good as you think you are.”
I just grinned and twirled on my heels away from him and headed to my car
without another look back. When I got there, I saw them drive by, both of them
sitting rigidly in their respective seats, not looking at each other or saying a
word. I backed out of my spot and followed them to their home, pulling in right
behind them and parking in their driveway after they pulled into the garage. I
followed them in from the garage into the kitchen where the three of us stood
around a central countertop, none of us saying a word but just glancing between
one another. Who was going to take the first step. Well, who do you think?
“Well, are we going to do something or not?” I finally asked to break the
stalemate. Greg looked at his wife who just stared at her feet as if they had
just appeared and were the most interesting things in the world at that moment.
I knew where she did NOT want us to go so that told me exactly where we should.
“Well, I already know the way to the bedroom so I'll meet you both there, OK?”
With that, I stepped away and went up the stairs. The bed was nicely made and
the room was cleaned up. For a moment I contemplated stripping off all my
clothes such that I would be naked on the bed when they came in but I decided to
take it a little slower in the end. They eventually made there way in, Greg
first, followed by Barb.
“Barb, why don’t you sit in the chair over by the window and just watch,” I
instructed, taking over the situation. I turned to Greg and looked down at his
crotch, making sure he saw I was interested in it before looking back up at his
eyes again. I had debated q lot over the past week on how things should start
and even at this very moment, I was still arguing with myself. Oh well, what
was the hurry? May as well have fun, right?
I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs apart, not exactly the way a mother
teaches her young daughter to behave in public – except I wasn't in public and I
wasn’t trying to behave. Without a word I pulled my skirt up slowly, running my
hands over my stocking covered legs until I reached the tops of my hose and
touched my bare thighs. I had both hands between my legs, massaging my inner
thighs as my skirt was lifted up to reveal the pink cotton panties underneath.
“Barb tells me she doesn’t masturbate,” I finally broke the silence, “Do you
want to watch me masturbate Greg?”
Poor Greg, he must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven. As much as I had
teased and allowed him to touch me until now, did Greg still wonder if this was
really going to happen? My hands were running up the inner parts of my thighs,
right up to my crotch as I ran my fingers in the creases between my crotch and
my legs. Greg glanced at Barbara, as if he wasn't sure if she was really OK
with this. Barb was smiling, probably thinking this was OK so far as all I was
doing was teasing him.
“You’re so hot and beautiful,” he finally managed to respond. He didn’t exactly
come right out and say he wanted to watch me masturbate, but the implication was
clear.
I started to touch myself through my panties, pressing against my clit with my
fingers, running little circles around it through the soft material. Then my
finger moved down over my slit, pressing in to form a camel toe in the panties.
Greg’s breathing seemed to be a little heavier now! Using my left hand I pulled
my panties to the side, revealing my bare pussy. I wondered if Barbara shaved
her pussy. Odds were at her age she didn’t. I ran my finger between my pussy
lips and then put my finger in my mouth, softly sucking on it and licking it
before returning to my crotch again.
“I like the taste of my pussy Greg... I bet you’d like to taste it, wouldn’t
you?”
Greg started to move forward, probably interpreting my question as an invitation
but I wasn't ready for that – not yet at least.
“Patience Greg, patience... you’ll get to taste me soon enough. I want you to
watch for now.”
I rubbed my clit and gasped as it tingled with my touch. God I was so hot and
horny having them both watching me as I masturbated. I love to be watched and
this was something different for me which made it all the better. I could see
Greg growing inside of his church pants, an obvious bulge emerging in the
crotch.
“Show me your dick Greg... show me what it looks like... I want to watch it
grow.”
Greg appeared hesitant. It was one thing to watch a girl masturbate, quite
another to pull out his own dick on his own. I pushed my finger into my pussy
until the first knuckle was inside of me to give him some encouragement.
“Come on Greg, stroke it for me.. I want to watch.”
Greg’s eyebrows raised as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled
his pants down just far enough to expose his white boxers and then pulled the
elastic down until his did popped out free. Mmmmm, it didn’t look all that bad
for a guy his age! Soon we were both masturbating, me fucking myself with one
finger while his hand gripped his shaft and slowly stroked himself as he watched
me.
“See Barb, men love to masturbate and they love to watch a girl touch herself.”
Barb didn't respond although she wasn't smiling quite as much as he had before.
Her husband was sporting a nice erection by now in the middle of their bedroom
and she knew it wasn’t being stimulated by her this time.
Chapter 4 – Getting Down to Business
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As much as I enjoy masturbating, that wasn't why I was there today and I had
accomplished what I had set out to do when I started – get him to pull out his
dick and stroke it for me. I had better pans in store for Greg than just a
show.
“So tell me Greg, “ I started off slowly as stood up from the bed and slowly
approached him, “Has Barb ever greeted you after a hard day at the office like
this?”
I knelt in front of him, reached pants and then pulled them down, closely
followed by his shorts boxers, leaving him standing there in nothing but his
shirt and tie. His dick as hard already thanks to his string it and I saw that
he had a nice hairy crotch – none of this shaved crap. I took his dick in my
hand fro his and started to stroke it gently.
“I bet you wish she would kneel in front of you like this, don't you Greg,” I
purred, “Tell me Greg, what do you want me to do now?”
“Oh god, this is incredible... I mean, I can’t believe this,” he stuttered,
“Suck it... suck my dick.”
I just smiled and looked over at Barb as I opened my mouth and took just the
head of his cock in. Barb grimaced, as if I was somehow eating some ugly bug or
something. Greg was really hard now, obviously he was happy with what I was
doing. I took more of him in my mouth and held him there, my tongue flickering
around his swollen shaft.
“You know Barb, it makes me so hot to feel a man swelling up inside of my
mouth,” I said, letting his dick out of my mouth just long enough to taunt her.
Actually it was 100% true as I DO love to feel a man’s dick inside of my mouth.
It’s not something he can control so if it’s happening, it’s because I am
turning him on and he’s enjoying it.
My hands reached around and clenched his ass as I pulled my face in tighter into
his crotch. He smelled of musk and sweat, like a man should. I loved the silky
smoothness of his dick in my mouth, the firmness underneath as my lips clamped
down on him, the taste of his shaft against my tongue. He was average sized
which was perfect for what I was doing today. It was relatively easy to take
all of him in my mouth and I could hear him groaning when my face would bury
itself to the base of his shaft, my nose pressed into his stiff pubic hair.
“Oh for Christ’s sake that feels so damn good!” he groaned as I continued to
suck on his throbbing dick. His hips were started to move now, fucking my mouth
as I sucked on him. I knew he would be cumming soon if I kept up this pace so I
took him all the way in and looked over at his wife who seemed to be at a tragic
accident scene where what you are seeing may be horrific but you can’t tear your
eyes away. I dropped his dick from my mouth and stood up, holding his wet shaft
in my hand and gently tugging on it.
“See Barb, THAT’S how you make a man hard,” I said, turning back to Greg before
she could respond. ‘OK Greg, your turn now.”
At first I don't think he quite understood what I meant but when I sat back on
the bed, leaned back with my legs pulled in tight, and then pulling off my
panties and dropping them to the floor, he seemed to catch on pretty well by
then. I held myself up on my elbows, my now bare ass on the edge of the bed
with my legs hanging over the side. My hose and heels were still on but I
didn't see any reason why I should bother taking them off. Spreading my legs
apart, I pulled up the skirt to expose my shaved pussy to Greg – and Barb.
“Lick me,” I demanded. That was all, just a two word command for him to follow.
He kneeled on the floor in front of me and put his hands on my boobs through my
blouse as his tongue quickly found the inner flesh of my thighs. I gasped
audibly as he licked them, working his way up to my pussy but skipping over it
and down my other thigh. On his way again, this time he kissed my pussy,
pressing his lips down against me with his tongue in his mouth. Then he worked
his lips down in between my damp pussy lips and over my clit, sucking on it like
a nipple.
Looking over at Barb, I grinned at her and nodded my head down towards Bill.
She just pursed her lips and shook her head. God, nixing a blowjob was one
thing but not wanting your pussy licked was just dumb, even if it was just from
a man. It wasn't like Greg was the most talented pussy licker in the world, but
he seemed to be trying to make a good effort and that counted for me. The poor
guys wasn't getting any practice with his wife so how could I expect him to be
any better? No doubt he had watched enough porn on the internet to have a good
understanding but it was like asking someone who had played nothing but WII
bowling to enter an actual bowling tournament.
I moaned and gyrated my hips to let him know I appreciated what he was doing.
He was lapping up and down my pussy now, like a hungry puppy. I pushed his
head away and stood up, stripping off the rest of my clothes and motioning for
him to do the same until we were both totally nude together in front of his
bewildered wife.
What I would have REALLY preferred at this point would have been for her to
strip down as well and suck her first dick. Had she shown even the slightest
inclination I might had pushed her a little to see if she would but in this case
it wasn't worth the wasted effort. Although on one hand she seemed morbidly
fascinated by what she was seeing, I could also tell she was just as disgusted.
Oh well, my goal hadn’t been to “convert” Barb today but rather to humiliate her
in front of her husband, something I felt I was doing pretty well so far!
I looked up at Greg’s face and I could see the animal lust in his eyes, that
look men get when they want to mate, when their primal urges started to dominate
and take over. I knew what he wanted to hear me say, the same thing all men
want to hear me say.
“Fuck me Greg,” I said softly but firmly, “Fuck me now.”
Oh yeah, those two magical words, “fuck me”. It was like a siren call for men,
the final straw that inevitably broke whatever willpower they may have had.
Greg WANTED to fuck me but I had a feeling from the way he would glance barb’s
way every few seconds that in a crazy sort of way he wanted to fuck his wife
even more, had she been willing to do what I was doing. No matter though, all
I had to do was utter those two words and he was mine. He looked down at me and
any sign of resistance disappeared. He was no longer under control of his own
body. It almost frightened me sometimes when men got to this state. I have
often wondered if this was the face of a rapist when he looked down at his
victim and she knew at that horrible moment that nothing was going to deter her
attacker. Just as nothing in the world was going to stop Greg from fucking me
now. It was like I had just passed the point of no return. Even if I wanted
him to stop (why I would, I have no idea), that option was off the table. He
was giong to fuck me and I could either enjoy it or endure it but it WAS going
to happen.
No doubt whenever he and Barb did it, she would get on her back and spread her
legs and they would do it missionary style until he came and that would be that.
Well, I was going to make this a little more memorable for them both! I turned
away from Greg and leaned over the bed, holding myself up on my hands as I
spread my legs wide apart. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him staring at
my bare ass and now revealed wet pussy.
“Well, are you going to just stand there or fuck me? I asked impatiently. Greg
didn't need any more urging. This time I couldn’t help but notice he didn't
even look Barb’s way as he approached me with his dick standing straight out
like a flesh spear about to impale me.
“That’s it Greg, enter me from behind, give me your dick... fuck me Greg!”
I wondered if he had ever actually fucked a girl doggie style before or had only
seen in it porn movies. No matter, if that latter was the case then it just
went to prove they can be good for something! I felt his hands spread my ass
apart and then the tip of his dick pressing against my asshole.
“Not in my ass!” I corrected him. he pulled back a little and then his dick
slid under me and along my pussy lips, he pulled back and it naturally lid into
place just outside my pussy hole.
“That’s it Greg, push it in me, fuck me, show your wife how bad you want to fuck
me.... tell her how bad you want to fuck me.”
The last little bit was a shot in the dark but I figured why not? He was so
blinded by lust by now that I doubted anything was left in his moral center to
reason with. Why not push him a little?
“Oh yeah, I want to fuck you,” he panted as I felt him moving about behind me,
as if he was waiting for something before he rammed his dick inside of me. “I
want to fuck her Barb, I want to fuck her like a dog.”
For a moment I thought maybe THAT was what he was waiting for, for Barb to tell
him to fuck me, for her to give “permission” for him to push his dick into
another woman’s pussy. Well, thankfully that’s NOT what he was waiting for.
Barb had gone as far as she would ever go by just arranging for this to happy
and now, to sit and watch. There was no way in hell she was going to take
another step, that was clear with one look at her. She was thoroughly disgusted
by what she was seeing, that was obvious. If either Greg or I had any hopes
prior to this that she might get turned on and maybe masturbate, or even want to
join in, we were sadly mistaken. Barb clearly hated what she as seeing, hated
it with every fiber in her. Oh well, that was fine so far as I was concerned.
I was getting what I wanted after all!
“Oh yeah!” Greg cried out as I felt him lunge forward, driving his dick
completely into me until the base of his shaft was pressed against my ass and I
felt his balls slap against me.
It felt great to have his dick in me. It been a while since I had been laid and
I wasn't thrilled that I had missed being fucked by my dad this morning. Seeing
the look of horror on Barb’s face as she realized that he had actually done it,
that her husband had actually entered me, was the best part and almost enough by
itself to make me climax. Had she somehow harbored an inner secret that he
would somehow back out at the last minute, perhaps proclaiming his love for her
and telling her that he would never violate his marriage vows by screwing
another woman? Well, if THAT had been her master plan, it had failed miserably.
Nope, her dear husband was fucking me, fucking me hard, and from the rate he was
stroking himself in and out of me, loving every second of it.
One thing I had to give the guy credit for, he hadn't cum yet. Normally in a
situation where a guy was fucking me and he hadn’t done a girl like me in a long
time, if ever, he would cum quickly. Something told me Greg was a frequent
masturbator! Suddenly he pulled out of me and grabbed me by the waist to twist
me around. He was panting and his dick was sticking out like some obscene wet
sausage from his crotch, glistening wet from being in my pussy.
“I want you to ride me,” he said with a tone of urgency in his voice, as if he
couldn’t wait to get back inside of me again.
Well, that made two of us! He laid back on the bed and I crawled over to him
and straddled his stomach, facing him with my boobs hanging down almost to is
face. I was on my left knee with my right foot to the side of him so I could
more easily lift myself up and position myself over his rock-hard dick.
Reaching down between my legs, I grabbed his dick in my hand. Mmmmm, he felt so
hard and wet! My pussy was aching for him to be back in it so I wiggled myself
around until my pussy was directly over his shaft and slowly lowered myself down
until I felt a light pressure against me.
“You want it back in me?” I teased him.
He couldn’t have known I was teasing myself just as much but the look on his
face was worth it. I loved it when a man wanted me this badly, when he was
practically trembling with lust and desire. Greg would have done anything at
that moment to fuck me – anything. I knew Barbara must have been watching but I
didn’t look over at her. Greg was too far gone to even think about his pathetic
wife sitting only a few feet away. I could hear her sobs and I knew she must be
crying but I didn’t care, she had asked for this after all. It was her fault
and she had nobody to blame but herself for what was happening now.
Greg couldn’t even respond to me other than a desperate look on his face as he
reached out and grabbed my hips, trying to push me down onto his dick. His hips
lunged upwards as he instinctively reacted to his most basic instincts. He was
reduced to an animal who wanted to mate, his need for sex overwhelming any other
emotion or thought. It was perfect.
It was time to quit teasing both of us. My pussy was practically cramping from
the need to be filed by him. Slowly but in a steady motion, I dropped myself
down onto him, feeling his head penetrate me, splitting me open as the rest of
his shaft easily slid into my wet pussy. When I hit bottom I let my right leg
drop so I was on both knees, sitting on his lap with my butt against his crotch
and his dick buried to the hilt inside of me. It was like I was an apple
mounted on a stick!
Leaning forward, I put my hands on the bed on each side of his head, letting my
boobs hand into his face. He lifted his neck eagerly and began to suck on my
nipples, pulling on them and tugging them, using his tongue to stimulate them
even more. By leaning forward, his dick automatically withdrew just a little
and I started to rock gently back and forth, keeping my boobs over his face but
lett8ing my ass move back and forth so his dick stroked in and out of me. God
it felt so good to be fucked like this! I loved being on top, being able to
control the depth he was in me, the rate at which his dick moved in and out of
me. His thick pubic hair rubbed against my bare ass and tickled me a little,
like a soft hairbrush was underneath me.
“Oh god...,” he moaned, repeating himself over and over as he buried his face
between my overhanging boobs, squeezing them together with his hands so they
rubbed up against his face and cheeks. I started lifting my ass up as I rocked
forward to increase the length of his dick that was withdrawing from me until
just the tip of his cock was in me and then quickly drive myself back down in
him until I had 100% of him back in me again.
Finally I couldn’t help but look over at Barbara. On the one hand, it would
have been hot had she removed her clothes and started masturbating as she
watched her husband fucking a girl over ten years younger than her. When I had
thought about how this day might go, I imagined her getting herself off until
finally she couldn’t resist and joined us in bed, maybe letting me lick her
pussy and then her eating her husband’s cum from me after he filled me with his
sperm.
Well, that certainly wasn't the case but in a way, her real reactions were
almost as erotic as my dreams had been, maybe even more. She looked totally
broken at this point, not even crying anymore. It was like she had been stunned
and was just sitting on the chair motionless, her eyes fixated on the
unimaginable sight in front of her. The only sign of any reaction from her was
her hands as they clenched the arms of the chair, her knuckles white from the
strength of her grip. I smiled at her but she didn’t react, just the same stare
and listless look.
Greg was starting to hump more under me, which I took as a sign he was getting
close. Much as I enjoy riding a guy, I don't prefer that position when he cums
in me so I leaned over more and whispered into his ear.
“I want you on top of me.”
I really don't think Greg wanted to stop, not even for the few moments it would
take to swap positions, but he soon learned he didn't have a choice as I lifted
myself off and rolled over on my back next to him. He quickly got up and
kneeled between my legs which I had spread wide apart like a whore offering
herself to him. My pussy must have looked like a large wet hole by now after
being fucked so much and I loved the way he stared at my crotch, as if it was
the only thing that mattered to him in the entire world.
“Fuck me Greg,” I said softly, squeezing my boobs as my hips lifted up as if
trying to draw his dick into me.
Greg put his hands around me, each one grabbing one of my butt cheeks, and
lifted me up. I pulled my legs back, bending them so my knees were up against
my chest, my pussy and ass fully exposed now to Greg. He fumbled with his dick,
almost like a young boy struggling to get his cock ready for his first time.
Once he was in position he didn’t hesitate, driving himself into me all the way
until he literally banged into my crotch, driving me back on the bed just a
little from the sheer force of his entry. His hips swung back and forth as fast
as he could, stroking himself fin and out of me like a madman.
“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, “I want to cum on your face... I’ve always wanted
to cum on a girl’s face.”
Well, maybe that’s what HE wanted, but it wasn't on my agenda. Had we been
alone, I would have gladly ceded to his wishes, letting him cum wherever he
wanted. Personally, being sprayed with sticky gooey cum on my face is not one
of my favorite endings but I know it turns men on and so I allow it when I feel
it is the right time and place. This was NOT one of those times. I wasn’t here
just to fuck Greg. This wasn’t just me letting some married guy fuck me while
his wife sat at home unaware of her husband’s transgressions against her and
God.
No, what was turning me on the most was his wife watching us, seeing how
decadent her husband could be, seeing how much he LOVED fucking ME more than
her. She was seeing a side of her husband that she thought only existed in his
fantasies, something that she never dreamed would ever emerge into reality. No,
he wasn't gonna cum on my face, he was going to cum inside of me – as his wife
watched.
“Cum in me Greg,” I pleaded, “I want you to cum inside of me... fuck me Greg...
Fuck me like you always wanted to fuck your wife... cum in me now!”
Greg’s mind may have fantasized about cumming on my face, but his body betrayed
him. He simply couldn’t hold out any longer to pull out and cum on me, even if
he wanted. His head pulled back and his eyes were clenched tightly shut as he
groaned like some wild animal and drive himself in me and then stared grinding
himself against me, as if he could someone drill himself even deeper into me.
“Oh fuck... I’m cumming!” he cried out. Thank god the kids weren't home! I was
willing to bet their daddy had never been this carried away having sex with
mommy before.
His hips thrust into me as one load after another of his cum was pumped into me.
God, would he ever stop? It was if he had a quart of cum and he was giving
every drop to me. I loved the feeling of warmth it gave me deep within me,
knowing it was his dick that was releasing it in me and it was his adulterous
cum that I was feeling within me.
“That’s it Greg, give it to me, give it all to me... give me your cum,” I
begged, wishing he could just keep cumming and cumming and never stop.
I looked over to see Barbara sobbing so hard her body was shaking, the tears
flowing down her eyes like a river. That, together with the sensation of her
husband mating me in front of her, was all I needed and my own orgasm gripped
me. God, I was cumming and I wanted her to know it.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming now!” I gasped, barely able to utter the words as my
pussy clamped down on his now expended dick.
I bucked under him like a wild bronco, his still hard dick making obscene
sucking noises as it moved in and out of my dick as his cum now spilled out of
me and drained down my ass to their bed. It was short but intense, more like
being struck by a bus than anything.
Finally I just stiffened under him, my pussy gripping his dick as tightly as it
could, motionless as I just laid their and took in the wonderful feelings that
were filling me throughout my body. I felt so good, so naughty. I wanted
Barbara to know how good her husband had fucked me but I couldn’t say anything
right then, the remains of my orgasm too intense to allow me to speak anything
coherent.
Greg pulled out of me and simply flopped over his back, panting as he struggled
to catch his breath. His dick stood up still, dwindling but still hard enough to
stand upright on its own, even it was leaning quite a bit by now. It glistened
in the light with the mixture of our cum on it. It looked delicious! Somehow I
found the energy to move over and take his dick in my mouth. His entire body
jerked and he groaned as I sucked his sensitive dick. Mmmmm, it tasted so good
to lick my cum from his dick along with his own.
“Fuck, that was incredible!” he gasped, his breathing beginning to finally
settle down.
No doubt I could have probably sucked his dick for a while and restored his
erection and maybe had him fuck me again, probably even longer the second time.
Again, had we been alone there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I would have done
exactly that. Again, this wasn't your typical “husband committing adultery”
act. I’d accomplished what I wanted and to do anything further would be going
overboard, if anything it would take the edge off. Barbara had seen her husband
in a way she had never dreamed she would. What started off as something she had
thought would bring their marriage closer together had probably driven the final
nail in the divorce coffin.
Under normal circumstances, I have no desire for the wife to even find out what
her husband did to me, let alone threaten their marriage. This time it was
different. This time she deserved whatever resulted from today. It was her
fault she didn't satisfy he husband’s needs. I hadn't done anything kinky or
crazy today, just what any decent and respectful wife should do for her husband.
Any woman who wasn't willing to do what I had done with Greg today didn't
deserve to be a wife.
Without a word, I got up off the bed and quickly dressed. I would have loved to
have showered or at least washed up but all I wanted as to leave that house as
quickly as possible. Before I left, I turned to Barbara, who was staring at her
husband as if he was some alien from outer space.
“Was this what you wanted Barbara? Did I do what you wanted me to do?”
OK, so it was mean of me but I couldn’t resist. One look at her husband on the
bed, the look of exhaustion and fulfillment on his face, his spent dick now
laying useless on its side, and it was obvious I had fucked him in ways she had
never even come close. To be honest, I felt a little proud of myself.
She just ignored me so I headed for the door. I had only taken a couple of
steps when I heard her behind me.
“You fucking bitch!”
I turned and was startled to see her staring at me with such hatred and disgust
as anyone had ever looked at me. She wasn't crying now but instead her eyes
narrowed and she pointed her finger at me accusingly.
“You knew this would happen, didn’t you? You’re just a fucking filthy whore and
I hope you rot in hell for what you’ve done.”
What do you say in response to such a thing? Something told me I’d better leave
– and leave fast. I practically ran down to the front door as she screamed
obscenities after me, calling me every obscene name that was in her vocabulary.
My heart was pounding when I got to my car and a sense of relief flooded over me
as I drove away from their house. I took a deep breath and then smiled. She
could say what she wanted but all I had to do was look down and see the wet spot
between my legs where his cum was draining from me and I knew who had “won”
today.
Back in my apartment, I replayed the events of the day over and over. At first
I felt a sense of guilt, that maybe I HAD taken advantage of her situation for
my own pleasure and amusement. I suppose that if I had been the one to initiate
things, that it had been my idea from the start, that maybe I WAS guilty of
being a bit of a bitch. In the end, I shrugged it off. She had asked for it
and gotten what she deserved. Crap, she wouldn't even suck his dick so what did
she expect by inviting someone like me over? Was it my fault he enjoyed fucking
me more than he did her? Was it my fault she wouldn’t have sex in anything but
a missionary position? Was it my fault she wouldn’t talk to him dirty? Was it
my fault she couldn’t have a decent orgasm?
Just a note to any wives who think that somehow by letting their husbands have
their way with another girl is going to somehow save their marriage. If you
REALLY believe that then don't be surprised by the results. And if you do, just
remember that no matter what happens – it’s YOUR fault!
THE END
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