This Female Realtor Gets MULTIPLE Listings!


    I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I also can't really believe I'm living the two lives that I am living right now.

     In my first life, I'm a happily married, 37-year old wife and mother... and a very successful Realtor working for one of the Delaware Valley's top C-21 offices.  I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a swimsuit.  

     In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my young-stud lover wants me to do.
     
     Scott, my lover, is 21-years-old and works at our firm doing odd jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc.  By all definitions of the word, he is a "hunk."  He works out and his body is rock-hard.  Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man.

     I am very much the professional in the office, but at luncheons,
softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I just can't help 
it.  At first, Scott was the perfect target for my flirting: good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and position in the office.  

     He was always fun to tease, always a good sport -- until a Christmas party at a friend's house.

     Being in the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Jim, at my side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening.  Later in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom.  It was Scott.

     "Come here, you cock-teaser."  He hissed, as he closed the bedroom 
door behind us.

     I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in return, or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.

     His hands shot to my breasts, and roughly felt them through the green velvet of my dress.  His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened to his touch.

     "No, Scott!  What do you think you're doing?  My husband is downstairs!"

     "I'm breaking a cock-teaser.  In my neighborhood we know how to deal with cock-teasers, and you are the worst I have ever met.  When I'm through with you, you won't tease me anymore."

     His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond
anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress a nervous giggle.  But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me on.  I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me.  

     Still, the roughness was causing me to respond.  My husband, Jim, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or felt me the way Scott was.  This was new and exciting.  I fell back almost willingly when Scott pushed me back on to the bed.

     "Scott!  Stop it!  Are you crazy?"  I was protesting, but I was also keeping my voice low.

     Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose and, instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt... and I started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke.

     When he came, he pulled out and stood up.  I sat up and smiled at him, "Wow!  I really can't believe that happened, Scott.  It was great, but I can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"

     Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-hard
cock, "Shut up, bitch.  Lick me clean."

     I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then
licking our juices from its length.

     As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why cock-teasers tease?  Because they are really sluts, and that's the only way they know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."

     I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much
attention to what he was saying.  Finally, when he was clean, he returned his meat into his pants and zipped up.  He walked out of the bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned to the party, he was gone.

    That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex.  I didn't know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no longer live without.  Until Scott took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement like that existed.  I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more.

....................

     At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car and demanded a blow job.  There was never any question of doing what he said to do.  I vividly remembered my earlier orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and I wanted more.

     I gave Scott his blow job, and that became a daily ritual. Every
afternoon, in my business clothes, I'd be sucking on my stud's hot cock
as his hands roamed over... and in... my body.  He'd fill my mouth with 
cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother.

     On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me to be there by noon on Saturday.  It was easy enough for me to tell Jim that I was preparing for some showings, which always entailed extra hours at the office.

     When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to undress.  For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life!  Scott tired this girl out!

     His hard body and hard cock were all over, and in, my body.  I became a slave to his touch.  He would tease and play with me until my release was about to explode, and then back off. He drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits... and my virgin asshole.  He sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit.  He massaged my legs and back and breasts and my pussy.

     Jim had been the only other man to make love to me, and he couldn't compare to Scott.  I didn't want the afternoon to end.  I wanted Scott to fuck me for days.

     I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Scott around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday, slut."

     "I'll be here," I replied.

     "See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."

     "I'll be waiting, Scott."

     It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday was even better than the first!  Scott was so young and strong and aggressive.  The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed.  But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another long week between Scott's fucks.  Every night, during our garage blow jobs, I begged Scott to let me visit him.  Finally, on Thursday he said yes.  

	I stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed.  Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and sexually addicted to Scott.

........................

     On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.

     "This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.

     I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with the fucking!  I get hot just being close to Scott.

     Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Sean you'd give him a blow job, before he left."

     "No, Scott, I can't do that."  I couldn't understand why Scott would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.

     "Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out of here.  No more fun times with me."

     I knew Scott was serious.  I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a few seconds.  I was not prepared to give up Scott's pleasures so easily.

     "Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."

     With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.  I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down to his shoe-tops.  I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth.

     Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom.  He was naked and seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth.  His dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded in my mouth.

     I'm sure you have guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next several hours I had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same time. It became obvious that Scott's favorite position was pounding his cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's cock.

     My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's apartment. I couldn't believe that up until about 4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever made love to me, and that that day I had been used and abused by two young studs.  I wondered why I didn't have regrets, or more... guilt.

.........................

     The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and kinkier.  I continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday for the next couple of months.  Most days Scott was alone, but Sean did show up occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.

     In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early, and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit.  It was a skirt, too short for anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very high heels.

     "Put these on, Sandi.  I'm having some friends over to watch basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."

     I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my experience with Sean.  "Scott, please don't make me do this.  I don't want to entertain your friends... just you.  I'll wear this outfit for you."

     Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand.  "No problem, Sandi.  You know the rule... you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore.  It's that simple. You wear this for my friends, or you go home and don't ever come back."

     An hour later, dressed in the outfit, and wearing more make-up than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three friends.  My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every opportunity.  

     I was pulled down onto laps for feels and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to sit on it.

     Of course, and as usual, all this mis-treatment had really turned me on, and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowly lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock.  He pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands.

     That started the party in ernest.  After that first fuck, I moved from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot their load and get hard again.

     I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive, willing woman available to take care of their animal urges, these guys were crude, rude and gross.  One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as he poured beer on my tits and pussy, and lapped it up. 

     Another guy pulled his cock out of my mouth as he started to come, and shot his warm, sticky jism on my tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch me lick his cum off my nipples.

     Sean laid on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock.  Another guy, Dave, stood over Sean and... to my dismay... I found myself sucking his prick into my mouth.  Within a few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching.  Almost like an automatron, I reached for his erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face.  The sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave, because they both came within seconds of each other.

     For two hours, to their hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, I serviced all of their cocks.  They were no longer men to me, only jerking, pumping, shooting cocks.  And... I discovered that I was loving every minute of it.    

     I still regularly meet with Scott, and still enjoy the intense sex I have with him.  Occasionally Sean joins us, but I have persuaded Scott to forego the disrespectful group activities.

     Scott and I still have discrete sessions in my car where I enjoy giving him regular blow jobs.  Since he now has a girlfriend, our Saturday sessions have cut back to two or three catch-as-catch-can meetings in motels or at vacant show homes. 

     I still feel like I am a two-life slut, but I have begun to rekon with my two personalities, and still enjoy my periodic fligs with my young stud.  He makes me feel like a wanton woman!  And... I love it!