Subject:     My Fourth Escort Job - Guilty Husband
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date:  March 12, 2005
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

So far I my short escorting career, the guys had all been looking for 
something they weren't getting at home and as a result, didn't feel bad about 
having to get it elsewhere.  Dan loved his wife but he was desperate to have 
sex the way he'd always dreamed about it.  It made for an interesting 
combination of lust and guilt.

Table of Contents 
   Chapter 1 – My Life as A Professional Escort
   Chapter 2 – Dinner and Dancing
   Chapter 3 – Guilty Sex


Chapter 1 – My Life as A Professional Escort
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With three escort jobs under my belt (or should I say under my skirt?) I was 
excited to try another "client".

I attend a pretty strict religious university with strict guidelines on 
"acceptable" lifestyles which expressly forbid any form of sexual activities 
or "lewd" behavior.  Now I love my school and don't regret for a minute 
choosing it but there are limits to what a girl can do!  I try to behave on 
campus though which forces me to seek other outlets for my sexual needs so 
decided to try working for an escort service.

So far I have only done one party and been out with three guys.  When 
escorting, I insist on only married men over forty, preferable with a family 
and even better if they live out of state.  The reason for this is simply 
that my past experiences with older men has shown them to generally treat me 
better than the young ones.  As for being married, I figure this ensures a 
bit more discretion for most guys.  I want them to be from out of state in 
hopes it will prevent them from trying to contact me afterwards.  

Finally, I also set a strict rule that only one evening per guy – no repeats 
under any circumstances.  I am doing this just for fun and sexual 
gratification and so I want variety.  Plus, I don't want there to be even a 
remote chance that someone would think we were forming any type of 
"relationship".

My first "job" was a bachelor party which turned out to be one of the most 
exciting events of my life to date.  I can't even begin to truly express the 
thrill I got from seeing ten horny guys lusting for me the way they did and 
I'm not afraid to admit it was a tremendous ego booster.  Before the night 
was over I wound up doing more than just stripping – a LOT more.

Mike was my first escort.  He had looked handsome in his profile picture and 
had written a clever and entertaining introduction.  He was from Chicago but 
what caught my eye was that he had always been married to the same woman.  It 
turned out that he also had a daughter my age and a hidden desire to have sex 
with her so I became his "daughter" for the evening.  The success of that 
night was enough to convince me to continue on with my escort career.

My second escort as another married guy.  John was 45 and had been married to 
his wife for ten years yet he had four children, three by previous marriages 
and a fifteen year old boy with his current wife.  He wasn't the poster child 
for marital stability, that was for sure!  What drew me to him and agree to 
meet was the profile introduction that he had written.  He took me out to a 
GameWorks club in a fancy mall.  Afterwards we went to his room in a nearby 
hotel.  What made it really hot for me was he talked to his wife on the phone 
while he fucked me and she never had a clue what her husband was doing while 
he told her how much he missed and loved her.

My third and most recent escort was another married 38 year old man – Bill.  
Bill had a wife who was totally shy about sex while he had thing for 
exhibitionism so he wanted to fuck me in public instead of a hotel room.  
That sounds exciting but in reality it wasn't the wildest night by any means 
as Bill turned out to be about ten years older and not extremely gifted in 
the having sex department.  

I gave him a hand job in a Japanese steak house restaurant and then let him 
fuck me in his car outside in the parking lot.  People were coming and going 
and even though they couldn't clearly see what was happening with the windows 
fogged up, I imagine they knew WHY the windows were that way!  To my 
disappointment he couldn't do it again that night so it ended early, a hazard 
of doing older guys I was finding out.

According to the profile I was given, my next job was going to be with Dan, a 
44 year-old husband with two boys in their late teens, both in college.  
According to his write-up he had always been faithful to his wife but lately 
his sons had been bringing home some hot teenage girls and it was driving him 
crazy.  He knew he could never have them so he was looking for someone who 
could help him live out the fantasies he was having about his son's 
girlfriends.  Well, I knew I could help him out with that!

The instructions I had in my e-mail from the agency were to go to the hotel 
lobby on Saturday night at 8:00 PM and wait for him.  I assumed that meant we 
would go from there to wherever he wanted to have dinner or maybe even see a 
show.  It was a fancy hotel so I decided to dress a little more classy than 
normal for me.  In the end I chose a long black dress which was slit to my 
upper thigh on one side and dipped low in front to show lots of cleavage.  It 
had spaghetti straps which barely kept it from falling down and off of me and 
I marveled that they had never broken in the past.

I tried valiantly to put some wave into my stubborn hair and kept the makeup 
to a respectable level as I didn't want to look like a streetwalker.  My 
black stiletto heels matched my dress and I wore a cute little black thong 
underneath to tease him with later.

My roomie was out with some friends fortunately so I didn't have to worry 
about her seeing me dressed up this way.  I had a long coat which hid my 
outfit as I waited for the taxi to show up.  The heels were in a bag I 
carried so even though a few of my friends saw me they had no idea what I was 
getting ready to do.  I smiled to myself as I imagined how their jaws would 
drop if they had any idea I what I was doing to be doing tonight.

Our school conduct codes are strict enough to outlaw even the dress I had on 
and I could imagine trying to explain to the disciplinary committee why I was 
having sex with a married stranger – and getting paid for it at that!  It 
would probably be the biggest scandal in years if not the school's history – 
an escort working from the school apartments!  For me though I wasn't being a 
whore.  I wanted sex and frankly would have done the guy tonight for free 
except that wasn't how it worked and since he was willing to pay, why not let 
him?  Now if I was paying for college on my back then THAT would have been a 
different story!


Chapter 2 – Dinner and Dancing
==============================

The taxi dropped me off at the hotel lobby.  A porter opened the door for me 
and offered his hand to help me out.  With the longer dress it actually 
helped so I thanked him for his good manners.  Going into the hotel lobby I 
looked around but I didn't see anyone who matched the photo I had seen nor 
did anyone approach me.

I stood around for a few minutes probably looking a bit lost and then said 
the heck with it to myself and found a seat in the lobby.  I crossed my legs 
as I sat down exposing a good part of my upper leg and was pleased to see a 
number of heads turning to eye me – and not all of them male!  Hmmm, if 
nothing else I bet I could have found a replacement for Dan pretty easily if 
he didn't show up and soon!  

I looked at my watch for what seemed to be the 100th time when someone behind 
me asked, "Hello, are you Kelly?  My name is Dan."

I turned to see a handsome guy standing next to me, offering me his hand.  
Unlike my last escort job, this guy not only matched his profile, I think it 
didn't do him justice!  He looked to be about six feet tall, maybe 170 pounds 
or so with thick curly brown hair and piercing green eyes.  His complexion 
was a little darker and fro his accent I guessed he had some eastern European 
family history.  He wore what looked to be quite an expensive suit with a 
light blue button-down shirt and thin silk tie.

I was pleased to see he was cleanly shaven even though it was later in the 
evening and he smelled fresh rather than sweaty after a long day.  He had a 
pleasing smile and a sparkle to his eye that made me want to melt when I 
looked into them.  My goodness, what was he doing with an escort?  He 
probably could have had any girl in the place- married or not!

I must have been staring or acting stupid because he laughed softly at me and 
then said in a deep voice, "I'm terribly sorry to be late, I had a phone call 
I just couldn't ignore.  May I join you?"

I stood and took his hand.  We exchanged pleasantries and then he asked if I 
would like to have dinner in the hotel main restaurant.  I knew it was pretty 
classy and VERY expensive so who was I to turn it down?  He offered me his 
arm and we walked over to the hostess station.  Evidently Dan had been here 
before as he was greeted by name and we were taken right in even though it 
appeared to be quite a waiting line to get in.

We were seated at a secluded corner table and I noticed that Dan sat across 
the table from me and not next to me the way most guys did that had ulterior 
motives, especially when they were expecting me to put out.  The table was 
set elegantly with a tall white candle and a white linen tablecloth with 
crystal shakers and silver dinnerware.  The waiter came by with the wine list 
but Dan already knew what he wanted and ordered something that sounded French 
and expensive.

Being only twenty, I wasn't sure if I should speak up but the waiter just 
looked at me and then at Dan and smiled.  There wasn't a doubt in my mind 
that he knew I was underage but who was he to say anything if some guy was 
dining with a girl young enough to be his daughter and wanted her to have a 
glass of wine.  I has no doubt that he also knew that by doing so he was 
locking in one hell of a tip!

Normally I don't drink on dates and only have an occasional glass of wine 
with my parents at supper.  I was accustomed to good wine as my dad was not 
one to buy anything cheap but I had to admit whatever Dan chose was the best 
wine that I had ever tasted.  Even so, I was careful to just sip it as the 
last thing I wanted was to get drunk tonight!

Dan asked me if I preferred fish, meat or fowl.  I told him that I liked 
seafood best and he asked if I minded if he ordered for the two of us.  This 
was cool!  I felt like I was out on some wonderful date and not just an 
escort being given a token meal before being hauled off to some hotel room to 
be fucked as soon as the mandatory pleasantries had been made.

The dinner was outstanding.  Like the wine, it was one of the best I had ever 
had consisting of several courses with salad, soup, dinner and dessert.  If I 
had eaten everything I would have been stuffed so full I would have never 
been able to walk out on my own power so I just sampled a little bit of 
everything.  We took our time and the entire meal ended up taking over two 
hours.  During the meal we discussed a variety of topics, even religion and 
politics, the traditional taboo subjects for escorts!

Dan was obviously extremely intelligent and very well educated.  With most 
guys I play the dumb brunette to make them feel superior but with Dan I was 
able to carry on a decent conversation and I was actually a little 
embarrassed in that he seemed so much more sophisticated than me.  What was 
even more interesting was that at no time did he ask me any personal 
questions though even though he told me all about his wife and family as if I 
were a close friend.  It was a bit odd to hear him talk about them knowing 
that the reason we were here, whether we talked about it or not, was for him 
to cheat on them!  

Eventually the meal ended and while we were waiting for the check I excused 
myself to go to the lady's room.  I made sure I washed up well afterwards and 
checked myself out in the mirror.  So far this was not what I had expected 
but then what else was new.  None of my previous escort jobs had gone as I 
had predicted they would so why should this one?

So far though I had to admit this one was going pretty well.  I even wondered 
if Dan was planning to have sex with me in the first place.  After all, the 
agency legally was only charging for the time I spent at dinner with him, not 
any "extracurricular activities".  Hmmmmmm, perhaps that was all he wanted.  

I honestly would have a been disappointed if that turned out to be the case.  
I didn't take all these risks to be an escort just to have free dinners, no 
matter how pleasant the company.  What I wanted was sex, pure and simple so I 
needed to find out what Dan's plans were.  When I left the toilet Dan was 
waiting for me.  He smiled and offered his arm to me again.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.  "They have a wonderful band next door 
in the lounge that plays some fantastic oldies."

Wow!  Now I was really confused and wondered if maybe I had drunk more wine 
than I thought.  Maybe he DID want to just spend a pleasant evening with 
someone and not have sex.  It was almost like he was TOO nice!  I agreed and 
he led me in where we took a seat and the waiter served him a drink and me a 
diet coke.  It wasn't that I was afraid of the under-21 thing, I simply 
couldn't have handled any more alcohol at the time.

We went out for a couple of slow dances and once again he was the perfect 
gentleman.  His hand stayed on my back and never once wandered down to my ass 
or anywhere even more private.  Now I was getting downright intrigued.  
Frankly, this was new territory for me.  It seems like every guy I have ever 
dated had wanted to fuck me even though most of them never got past second 
base.  I'm used to dancing and having to constantly fend off the ol' 
"wandering hand".  Heck, even my dad liked to give my ass a squeeze when we 
danced!  After the second dance the band took an intermission and it was 
quiet enough to talk without having to raise our voices for all to hear.

"I've had a wonderful evening Kelly," he said to me, "you're a classy girl 
and I appreciate your company this evening."

It seemed my mind was flooded with a million thoughts and feelings at the 
same time.  Maybe he WAS going to just have a nice evening with me.  On the 
one hand I felt complimented by what he said while on the other hand I 
wondered if there was something about me that turned him off sexually.  Why 
else wasn't he making a move on me?  God, I had NEVER been turned by a guy 
before, not even when I was barely a teenager and especially not when I was 
dressed to kill!

I didn't really know what to say since he was the one paying for my time.  I 
didn't want to make an offer to him and then suddenly it flashed through my 
mind that maybe he was an undercover cop waiting for me to proposition him so 
he could arrest me on prostitution charges!  I felt goose bumps suddenly as a 
chill ran through me.  Even though I knew technically I was engaging in 
prostitution, to me that wasn't what I was doing and I had never really 
considered the possibility that I could be arrested.

My heart began to pound as my overly active imagination had me picturing 
myself in filthy jail cell filled with whores waiting for my parents to come 
bail me out.  God, this could be terrible!  We both sat there with this 
pregnant pause getting bigger by the moment.  

Finally he seemed to take a deep breath and he asked in a soft voice, "Kelly, 
would you like to come to my room with me?"


Chapter 3 – Guilty Sex
======================

YES!  He wanted to fuck me!  I had been just about to lose hope but now all 
was good again.  I tried to hold back my excitement – and my relief.  At that 
moment I would have gone to his room even if I wasn't escorting.  Normally 
this would be where I reminded him that I needed a "tip" to go anywhere with 
him but with Dan I knew I didn't need to say anything.  As classy as he was I 
was sure he understand the rules and I wasn't going to spoil the moment by 
unnecessary negotiating.

"I would love to Dan," I replied with a sexy smile on my face.

Dan had a look of relief come over him as if a sudden load had been lifted 
from his shoulders.  I almost smiled since what did he think I was going to 
do, say no?  Wasn't the point of going out with an escort instead of hitting 
the bar scene so you knew you had a sure thing going?  I kept my composure 
though and tried to look as seductive as I could for him.  Then it struck me, 
maybe he had the same worries that I had and thought I might have been an 
undercover cop looking to book a john!  I giggled to myself a bit at the 
thought of how maybe both of us had been worried about the other.

Dan stood up and helped me from my chair and led me out of the restaurant to 
the elevators.  He had to put his key in a special slot to get to his floor 
which told me we weren't going to just any old hotel room.  On the way up we 
stood there silently, like two strangers almost, waiting for our floors.  He 
didn't even have his hand on me!

The elevator went to the top floor and from the spacing of the room doors I 
figured he must have booked a suite and sure enough, that's what it turned 
out to be.  It was bigger than my school apartment with a huge bedroom, large 
living area and small kitchen.  There was even a big hot tub set in a room 
off from the bedroom!  The room overlooked the shopping area which was not 
exactly the New York Skyline but it was still pretty.  The living area had a 
big screen TV and an oversized plush couch which caught my eye immediately.  
I slipped off my heels and flopped down on the couch on my back with my dress 
gathered under me.  I laid on my side on one elbow with my ankles crossed.  
The tall slit in my dress let him have a view of most of my topmost leg and 
of course I didn't bother doing anything to rearrange it.

I was hoping Dan would sit by me but he took up residence in an armchair 
facing the couch.  He crossed his legs, put his hands on the arms of the 
chair, and just looked at me as if he was uncertain what to do next.

"Wow, nice place you have here Dan," I said in a cheerful voice, trying to 
put him at ease.

Dan smiled slightly, just the corners of his mouth raising.  He looked like 
he wanted to say something so I just kept quiet and let him compose himself.  
In a soft voice he started telling me more intimate details about his wife 
than he had during dinner.  They had been married now for over twenty years 
and while she had never really been wild in bed, it was satisfactory for him 
at first.  However, over the years it became less and less until now it was 
something they did maybe a few times a year and even then it was just boring 
for him.  She was a virgin when they married and was raised thinking sex was 
something a woman was expected to do for her husband but that was about it.  
It was missionary only, no oral ever.

They both had gained some weight over the years but while for him it just 
filled out his frame bit, she had almost doubled in size since their 
marriage.  He said he still loved her but just wasn't turned on when he saw 
the bulges of fat and her sagging breasts.  He was always afraid to even look 
at other woman because she was so insanely jealous although on trips out of 
town he went to strip clubs and then back to his hotel to masturbate, 
dreaming of being with a girl like the ones he saw there.  He had considered 
going to a whore in the past but concerns over disease was the biggest 
deterrent plus he wasn't sure if he could pay for sex.  Finally one of his 
friends in a similar situation had confided to him about how he had gone out 
with an escort from an agency and what a great time he had.  Sure they were 
technically whores but it wasn't like you were going to a brothel or picking 
up a streetwalker.

At this point my ears perked up a bit.  Hmmmmmm, so he considered me a whore?  
I've always proudly worn the label of "slut" but "whore" seemed so degrading.  
I liked the phrase "escort" and it may be semantics but to me there's quite a 
difference.  I could still refuse to have sex with him tonight and there was 
nothing he could say since he only booked an evening with me, not sex.  Sure 
I might be paid but the agency had paid me to have dinner with him so out 
contract had been fulfilled.  If I decided to have sex with Dan tonight it 
would be because I wanted to whether he tipped me or not.

I wasn't in this for the money, I wanted the experience and the thrill!  I 
guess if he considered me a whore I would just have to live with it though 
although if I got the chance I was going to educate him on the subject 
better.  I think Dan was ready to give me his full confessional but honestly 
I wasn't here to be his analyst so I finally cut him off.

"So tell me then Dan, do I turn you on?" I murmured as I stretched out on the 
couch which let the dress fall off my legs.

"Oh my god yes Kelly, you look incredible in that dress!" he responded with a 
smile.

I looked at him and wrinkled my nose.  "I don't think my being a whore is 
what bothers you, is it?  You're worried about your wife and what she would 
think, aren't you?"

He started in on how he had never cheated on her and always been faithful to 
her even if he did fantasize about being with other women when he was in bed 
with her.  He started to say how he wasn't sure if could go through with this 
but I was horny and just having dinner wasn't my game plan for the evening!

"Dan, your wife deserves to be cheated on for not keeping herself desirable 
for you," I started out, "You have needs that she should fulfill.  She's 
being unfaithful to you actually so don't worry about her.  Think about 
yourself, think about your needs, your desires, your dreams and fantasies.  
Let me satisfy them, let me be your dream girl for just one night."

He licked his lips and I knew he wanted me, it was just getting him to go 
over the edge and make the first move.  I lifted my bare leg up and put my 
foot on my knee, letting my dress slide down until my entire leg was showing.  
I pulled it up higher to reveal my thong which was pulled tightly to my pussy 
making my pussy lips appear clearly outlined in the thin material.  I started 
to rub myself through the thong, pressing on my clit and reaching down 
between my legs.  I closed my eyes and rolled on my back.  I lifted my inside 
leg up onto the top of the couch and pulled my thong to one side with one 
hand while I started to play with myself with the other.

I heard him take a deep breath when I inserted one finger inside of me and 
moaned softy as I felt the wetness inside.  For the next fifteen minutes or 
so I masturbated on the couch as if I was home alone on my bed or in the 
family room with my parents.  I kept my eyes shut and never even looked over 
to where Dan was sitting.  I wondered what he would have thought though if he 
knew what I was dreaming about as I laid there with my hands between my legs?  
At least I kept my wits about me enough not to say, "Oh daddy!" when I came!  

After my first orgasm I was now as hot and horny as ever!  I wanted to cum 
again but not with my fingers this time.  I opened my eyes and looked over at 
Dan.  He was shifting in his chair but there was no mistaking the bulge in 
his dress pants!  I got up off of the couch and pulled my dress up and over 
my head leaving me standing there barefooted wearing nothing but my thong.  I 
cupped my breasts and lifted them up and squeezed them, feeling my hard 
nipples between my fingers.

I walked over to Dan and gently pushed his legs apart so I could kneel down 
on the floor in front of him.  Without saying a word I slowly unbuckled his 
belt, unzipped his pants, and spread the flaps open.  He was wearing boxers, 
thank goodness, and I was able to easily reach in through them to find his 
warm hard cock waiting for me.  Dan's hands were still on the arms of the 
chair and he wasn't moving an inch yet as I ran the tips of my polished 
fingernails up and down his hard shaft.

Dan dick wasn't very big, maybe six inches at most, but his cock head was 
larger than average in comparison to the rest of his dick.  Even though he 
had obviously showered and used cologne, I smell his crotch odor as it slowly 
made its way from his open pants and I breathed in deeply to savor the musky 
aroma.  I looked up at him and smiled.  We were both still silent as statues 
as I kept my eyes locked on his while I lowered my head to his crotch where I 
took his sooth cock gently in my mouth.

I started to softly suck on the head while playing my tongue around it.  It 
occurred to me then that my mouth was the first one to ever hold his cock as 
his wife wouldn't suck him!  I encircled the base of his cock between my 
thumb and forefinger, holding it upright so I could suck him easily.  Mmmmmmm 
he tasted so good!  My wet tongue run up and down his shaft, going from the 
very base where it met his crotch to the tip where the hole was.  Then I 
licked my lips and ran them up and down his shaft, using my tongue to tickle 
him as I moved up and down.

Dan's dick was nice and wet now so I started some serious sucking.  I bobbed 
my head up and down on him, taking more of him in with each stroke and then 
burying my face in his thick pubic hair as I took all of him in my mouth.  
His cock was surrounded by one of the thickest bushes of curly stiff hair I 
had ever had the pleasure to bury my face in.  My face was pressed against 
his crotch and I sucked his entire cock until he finally couldn't take it 
anymore and had to say something to break out silence.

"Oh...  my...  god," he groaned, saying it over and over again and then 
finally, "That is just soooooo incredible.  God that feels soooooo good!"

I let him loose just long enough to ask, "So how does it feel to have your 
cock sucked for the first time?"

"Ohhhhh, better than I dreamed, " he moaned, "Always wanted this...  always 
dreamed of it...  god please don't stop...  that's it – just like that!!!!"

I was working him with every trick in my considerable arsenal.  My hands were 
on his thighs as my head weaved and bobbed around his dick, twisting around 
his cock and slurping my tongue against it.  I reached under him and cradled 
his hairy balls in my hand and gently rolled them with my fingers as I sucked 
him.  His hands finally left the damn chair and he ran his fingers through my 
hair, sending chills down my spine!

I took him all the way in my mouth and he groaned out load and pushed my head 
firmly down onto him as if trying to keep me from letting him out of my 
mouth.  I needed some air though and pushed up against him just in time to 
keep from gagging but I went down on him again and gently gripped the base of 
his cock with my teeth, teasing him as I rotated my head around his dick.  I 
had enough experience with cocks in my mouth to realize that he was about to 
cum but I didn't want him to.  Somehow I didn't take Dan for the multiple 
orgasm type and I had more plans for him than just a blowjob!

I stopped sucking him and started to pull his pants down.  He lifted himself 
up enough to let me get them off.  He was a little overweight as he had 
admitted before but his ass was still pretty firm.  It didn't matter anyway 
as his cock still worked and that was all I really cared about.  I pulled his 
pants and boxers down to his ankles but left the rest of his clothes on.  I 
turned around and pulled my thong down to my ankles without bending my knees 
so he got a great view of my ass and pussy from the rear.  Stepping out of 
the thong I reached between my legs for his cock.  I sat down on his lap as I 
guided his cock to my soaking wet pussy.  As small as he was he easily slid 
into me and I felt my bare bottom meet his hairy lap.  

Speaking of small (and forgive me for the tangent), does size really matter?  
As far as I am concerned it is not nearly as important as guys seem to think.  
I like a fat cock to fuck me but a smaller one to suck so the average guy 
probably is best overall.  Big cocks look great on porn films I guess but 
have you ever tried to swallow one?  I like to feel more than the equivalent 
of a finger in me so a fat cock definitely feels better but in the end I can 
cum regardless of what size he is and I have found size has nothing to do 
with how much cum he gives me (the more the better!).

For me the only problem with a smaller dick like Dan's is that it limits some 
of the things I can do with him while we fuck.  Sometimes I loved to bounce 
on a guy's lap while he fucks me but with Dan it more of a rocking motion 
because every time we got too carried away he would slip out of me and I 
would have to get myself started all over again.  Every time we changed 
positions he popped out and we had to get him back in again whereas a longer 
guy can stay in me the whole time.

A last comment is that I find it interesting that except for the obvious huge 
cock, sift size is not a good indicator of the erected length.  I have had 
several guys that initially disappointed me but then almost doubled in size 
or more after they got going so I have learned not to judge a guy when he is 
soft or in the water ("shrinkage" as they say in Seinfeld!).

We had made it to the bedroom and he was fucking me in the traditional 
missionary style when the phone next to the bed rang.  A panicked look came 
to his face.

"Oh my god, that has to be my wife," he whispered as if she could hear him.  
"I'm sorry, I HAVE to answer it or she will know something is going on."

At first I thought he was going to keep fucking me while he spoke to her 
which would have been super erotic so far as I was concerned.  But to my 
disappointment he pulled out of me and sat on the side of the bed.  He was 
naked by now and I listened to him talking to his wife as he faced away from 
me.  I slowly played with myself as I listened to him tell her about his day 
and how bored he was tonight.  It was hard to keep from laughing when he said 
he loved her and missed her.  Here he was fucking a girl half his age and 
telling his wife he loved her.  Well if my future husband ever did this to me 
I know what I would do to the bastard!  Oh well, if Dan wanted me more than 
his wife then who was I to complain?  I really did believe what I had told 
him earlier in that it was her fault as much as his for not keeping herself 
desirable for him.

Dan finally hung up and turned to me with a look of guilt on his face.  I 
also noticed his erection had shriveled like someone had thrown cold water on 
it.  I had a bad feeling he was about to throw in the towel but I wanted him 
to cum for me first, all the more if anything since listening to him tell his 
wife how much he missed her and wanted her.  I knew it was all a lie and I 
wanted to make him finally do what he had always dreamed of doing and cheat 
on her in the final and most intimate way possible – by giving me the sperm 
he should be saving for her.  I wanted him to cum in me so that for the rest 
of his life, even if he never cheated again.  he would always know he had 
once mated with another woman and thus broken his vows and betrayed his wife 
in the most blasphemous way possible!

"Uh, Kelly...," he started out but I cut him off.

"Fuck me Dan," I said in a demanding voice.

No more submissive Kelly!  I was taking control and getting what I wanted 
from him, taking something from him he could never get back.  I wanted to 
prove to myself that I could make him do what he was now having second doubts 
about, that I could seduce him with my body and make him lust for me so bad 
he would forget his vows to his wife and want only me, even if only for the 
moment.

"Fuck me dammit," I repeated as I grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.  
"You know you want me... you know you want to fuck my young pussy... you know 
you want me more than your fat wife." 

He closed his eyes and sighed and I knew I had him!  I pushed him onto his 
back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed still and straddled his 
waist.  

"Does your wife fuck you like this?" I said seductively as I took his 
suddenly hard cock in my hand and guided it to my hungry pussy.  "Does she 
let you treat her like a whore?"

Dan's eyes were still closed but he was hard as a rock so I knew he wanted 
me.  He groaned over and over as I fucked his cock.  "Ohhhhhhhhh... god help 
me, I'm so sorry Susan...  oh yes I want to fuck you!"

He hadn't told me her name before and even on the phone he had not called her 
my name so this was the first time I knew his wife's name.  I always ask guys 
I chat with for the names of their wife and kids.  It seems so much more 
personal and erotic to use their names when we chat rather than just saying 
"your wife" or "your son".  I love it when a guy uses his wife's name when he 
tells me how much he would over to fuck me and cheat on her or when he uses 
his daughter's name as he describes how he would like to make incestual love 
with her.

"That's it Dan," I encouraged him, "Tell me what you want, tell me how much 
more you want me more than Susan."

He moaned as I ground my ass into his crotch in a circular motion, rubbing 
his cock all around inside my pussy.  "This is soooooo wrong...  God I want 
to fuck you...  feels so damn good!"

I got up and let him slip out of me.  Moving to the center of the bed I got 
in my hands and knees with my ass facing him.  I spread my legs to give him a 
good view of my asshole and freshly fucked cunt.  He finally smiled and came 
in behind me holding his wet cock.

"Shit I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl this way," he whispered as he pushed 
up against me from behind.

Well, a few seconds later his wish came true as he fucked me doggie style.  
His hands grabbed me by the hips and he pulled and pushed me to match his 
thrusts and I could feel as well as hear his body slapping up against my ass 
as he rammed his cock into me.  He fucked me this way for a while and then 
flipped me over on my back again.  He put his hands under me and grabbed my 
butt to lift me up off the bed.  My legs were over his shoulders as he lifted 
my ass up to his cock as he knelt before me.  Somehow he bent his stiff cock 
over enough to get it in me and I could feel its warmth deep inside my 
stomach.

"Take it girl...  fuck you and your teasing," he said, his lust obviously now 
overriding any anxieties he may have had before.  'I'm going to cum all over 
you...  show you what a fucking whore you are...  dirty little slut!"

Well, that wasn't what I had hoped for exactly but at least he was now into 
it again!  Suddenly he dropped me to the bed and started stoking his cock.  
Almost instantly he spewed a huge shot of cum that hit me in the face!  I 
wasn't ready for anything that far and fortunately it didn't hit me in the 
eyes.  The next couple of shots made it to my boobs and the rest was on my 
stomach as he leaned over me and pumped the cum from his cock.

Then Dan suddenly leaned over and shoved himself back into me and released 
the last couple of loads inside me!  They weren't much in terms of volume but 
it was the thought that counts as they say!  I took my hand and wiped the cum 
on my face into my mouth and then stuck out my tongue so he could see his cum 
on it before swallowing it down.  He was down on his elbows trying to keep 
from crushing me as his cock twitched in my pussy.

Finally, Dan couldn't hold himself up and he rolled over in the bed and laid 
on his back, his cock glistening with our cum.  I looked down at me and saw I 
was an absolute mess!  I was covered in cum!  He must not have cum for the 
past week from the load he had unleashed on me not to mention what he had 
deposited inside of me.

His eyes were closed and for a moment I thought he was going to go to sleep 
but he started to main softly as he caught his breath.  I figured that was 
about all I was going to get from him but there was no way I could get 
dressed like this!  I quickly ran out to get my clothes and then back into 
the bathroom where I turned on the shower.  Stepping under the hot stream, 
his cum seemed to congeal on me but with some soap and a wash cloth I was 
soon clean again.  My hands began to wander over myself as the warmth of the 
water struck my boobs and drained between my legs.

I had been so intent on getting him to fuck me that I had not cum and I 
needed it – badly!  I leaned against the shower stall wall and masturbated 
until finally I felt the surge beginning in me that I craved.  IU thought 
about him talking to his wife, how I had seduced him into cheating on her 
even when he wasn't sure he wanted to.  I came hard as I imagined her walking 
in the bedroom and seeing her loyal husband drilling a girl half her age, 
fucking her in ways she would never do for him, doing things to him she would 
never consent to.

Finally I turned off the eater and sat down on the toilet set, my legs 
unsteady from the emotion and electricity of my orgasm.  Finally my head 
cleared enough to stand and I put on my dress, leaving my damp thong on the 
sink for him as a remembrance of the girl he deceived his wife for.  I put on 
my sneakers since I didn't trust myself balancing on my stilettos and went 
back into the bedroom.  

To my surprise, Dan was not in the bedroom and I found him in the living room 
with a hotel robe wrapped around him and the phone to his ear.  He was facing 
away from me but I could hear him talking.

"No, everything's OK honey, I just wanted to call you and tell you I love 
you...  Yeah, I miss you too baby...  No really, I'm OK.  Nothing's wrong so 
stop worrying." 

Damn!  He must have been on one hell of a serious guilt trip.  My coat and 
purse were on the table next to door and I saw a stack of hundred dollar 
bills next to my purse.  I drew in a deep breath as I counted out ten bills!!  
Well, if this was how he was managing his guilt who was I to argue!  Based on 
the way my stuff was laid out by the door and his position in the room I had 
a feeling he wasn't looking for anything   from me so I quietly let myself 
out and went down to the elevator.

I called the taxi on my cell phone while I waited for the car to arrive.  He 
was suppose to be nearby so hopefully by the time I got down it would be 
waiting for me.  Just as the elevator doors were about to close a guy jumped 
in with me.  I could tell in an instant he was drunk – he smelled like a 
brewery.  His clothes were a mess and his ties was undone.  I pressed against 
the wall opposite him as he leered at me.  I had a long coat on and there was 
nothing he could see of my dress or anything but I think at that moment all 
it mattered to him was that I was female!

My heart was pounding and I was about to reach for the alarm button when it 
looked like he was going to make a move but fortunately the car stopped and 
an elderly couple joined us.  They stood between us and I say her nose 
wrinkle at the disgusting example of human being in the corner.  We finally 
reached the first floor and I quickly made my way to the lobby where the taxi 
driver was waiting for me.  The drunk was behind me but he turned away as the 
driver escorted me out to his cab.  I thanked him for being so prompt and 
inside I was even more thankful as I had no idea what might have happened if 
he hadn't been there.

He didn't say another word to me the entire way home.  He dropped me off at 
the dorm and I quickly made my way back to my room.  My roomie was sleeping 
when I got in but evidently not very soundly as she woke up when I shut the 
door.

"Wow Kelly, out late tonight aren't you?" she asked.

I was really happy now I had taken the time to shower.  I could imagine what 
she would have said if she had smelled his sex on me!  We exchanged some 
small talk and soon she was asleep again.  I undressed and laid in bed, 
contemplating the night I had just experienced.  All in all it was definitely 
an evening to remember.

I would have loved to be able to be invisible and watch Dan meeting his wife 
when he got home!  It would be interesting to know if this caused him to go 
out and cheat on her more or if he was so guilty after the first time he 
never could work up the courage again.  Secretly I was hoping for the latter.  
It made me feel so hot and naughty to think I would always be his fantasy 
girl, the only girl he had ever fucked besides his wife, the girl who did all 
the things he wanted, the sexiest girl he had ever known!

THE END 
