A Wife's Secrets

  by RLM

Preface

  Over the years, my wife has occasionally kept some of her
activities secret for a short, or very limited, period of time. 
As far as I know, she has always told me all the details at some
later, opportune time when she judged that such a revelation
would serve to excite us both and thereby strengthen our
marriage.  I have revealed some of her "secrets" in the stories I
have written that are now posted on www.asstr-mirror.org.   In this
narrative, I reveal others that I consider to be particularly
erotic and exciting.  To the extent possible, I have written the
story from her perspective as she revealed the details to me.  I
hope they excite you as much as they did me.

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Carl

  It is past midnight, but I'm not certain of the exact time.  I
just know that it has been more than an hour since Carl brought
me home.   The wetness still coats my thighs as I have not
showered.  There was no need since my husband is out of town on a
four-day business trip for his firm.  I am acutely conscious of
the condition of my vagina, not just its slick wetness, but
mostly its widely stretched condition.  Carl used it several
times, each time forcing it wider and more open.  I have tried to
estimate how long he was inside me.  I know it was more than an
hour.  Could it have been two hours?  Possibly.  He was
insatiable.

  Involuntarily, my hand moves between my thighs to explore my
gaping labia.  I feel the small trickle of sperm leaking from my
cunt.  I don't think of it as my vagina or my pussy when it feels
like this.  It's my cunt.  Moving my fingers upward to to the top
of my sexual slit, I feel my hard, still erect, clitoris.  It is
tender, a little sore, and very sensitive.  I stroke it and gasp
at the combination of pain and pleasure.  I wonder if it will
lose its tenderness, its stiffness, its "erection", by morning.

  My breath deepens when I remember how Carl's large, black penis
had scraped and frictioned against it as he moved in and out of
my body.. again and again.. over and over.. harder and harder...
faster and faster.  It had taken him two months to seduce me, and
tonight he had finally fucked me.  He had told me several weeks
before that he intend to have me, to seduce me, to fuck me, and
tonight he had.  He had been confident, masculine, dominate,
fully in command when he had spread me on the hotel bed.  My cunt
throbs as I recall how he had wedged his naked body into the
saddle of my thighs and held his cock just outside the opening to
my cunt.

  His penis... no.. his cock.. had been like a huge tempered
steel shaft.. hard.. rigid .. alive .. throbbing ..  leaking
copious quantities of precum as a harbinger of the huge loads of
semen he would later ejaculate into my hungry cunt each time he
fucked me.  He had kissed me hard, his tongue driving deep inside
my mouth.  When he broke the kiss, he ordered me to use my
fingers to spread my pussy open.   I had used my left hand to do
it and my right hand to put his cock into my opened hole.  As I
replayed the evening in my mind, I was keenly aware that I was
beginning to throb and lubricate yet again, as if Carl was still
with me, preparing to screw me another time.

  I had cum within a minute after he had entered me.  His huge,
black cock stretched my cunt more than any other I had previously
had.  I came Hard.  Very hard.. spastic contractions shooting
throughout my entire vagina.  My clitoris danced wildly at the
same time.  I came even harder when he told me what a hot Bitch I
was.  When he began to fuck me, my orgasm seemed to intensify.  I
tried to estimate the number of orgasms I had had, but could not.
 There were too many.

  He informed me... didn't ask me... just informed me that I was
to suck him.  I had never had a man so confident that he simply
told me to suck..  clearly with no intention of taking "no" for
an answer.  It never occurred to me to say no.  But he was so
big!  Try as I might, I couldn't get all of of his cock into my
throat.  I knew that at least 8 inches were in me, but there was
still more and I was unable to force it the rest of the way down
my throat.  Carl had forgiven me but he had also instructed me to
get a large dildo and practice...  specifically, he had said that
he expected better performance the next time he fucked me.

  I suddenly realize that I am masturbating.  I can't stop.  My
fingers move over my erect clitoris faster and faster.  Two of
them sliding inside working my G-spot.  I hear myself moaning, 
feel my hips and ass thrusting,  almost as hard as they had
thrust last night..  over and over .. hour after hour.

  Gordon doesn't know about Carl.  He knows Carl... but he
doesn't know about him.  He doesn't know that he has been
gradually seducing his wife for two months.  He doesn't know
about his monster, black cock.  He doesn't know that he fucked me
last night and that he will soon be fucking me again and again. 
I wonder how many times he will fuck me in the months to come. 
Gordon thinks Carl is just another customer in my business.  He
comes in often, each time buying some wine, some scotch, some
snacks and mix.  But mostly he comes in to excite me, to get me
wet, to prepare me for his conquest, to prepare me for fucking,
and he does a very masterful job of it.

  I hear myself moan.  I feel my cunt beginning to throb, to
contract about Carl's prick that I imagine is inside me again,
fucking me.  My hips arch high off the bed.  My body is suspended
in the air with only my feet and my shoulders touching the bed. 
My legs gape widely.   My vaginal muscles contract forcing air
from my cunt.  The orgasm washes over me, my clitoris throbbing
and dancing.  The four fingers I have thrust inside my cunt feel
every contraction.  I'm glad no one is home to hearing me
screaming, "FUCK ME, CARL...  OOOHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE".

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  Carl only allowed me a day to rest before he called.  The
wetness seeped from my between my thighs as I listened to his
confident, strong, masculine voice:

  "I hope you are well rested, Paula, and no longer sore."

  "I'm fine", I responded, my voice barely a whisper.

  "Are you going to tell your husband about us?"

  After a moment's thought, I responded, "No.  At least, not yet.
 Later on, I will, but not now."

  "That's too bad.  I would have enjoy screwing you even more if
Gordon knew I was doing it.  But.. no matter..  I'll pick you up
at 8 PM tonight.  I have reservations for us at Richard's Club. 
A back room.  Very private.  Wear something revealing, sexy...
exciting.   Wear stockings, 4-inch heels, but do not wear
panties.  Understand?"

  "Yes...  I'll wear something hot for you", my voice almost
breaking with excitement.   "Are we going to the same hotel
again?  I hope you will change places.  I don't want them to
recognize us."

  "We will go where ever I decide to go.  It doesn't matter if we
change hotels or not.  They all know me, and when they see you
with me and dressed hot, everyone knows that I'm fucking you. 
Someone will probably tell Gordon.  Would you rather not go out
with me?"

  I opened my mouth to answer, but not sound emerged.  My legs
were trembling.  I had to put my hand on the table top for
support to keep from falling.  My brain wanted to say no, but my
throbbing, wet pussy made the decision.  "No.  Please.  I want to
be with you."

  "Why?  If you so worried that others will know, why do you want
to be with me?"

  "You know why", I moaned.

  "Tell me!"

  My breath was coming in gasps now.  "I want you to make love to
me", I whispered in a low, passion-filled voice.

  "I'm not going to make love to you, Paula.  I'm going to fuck
you.  Many times... very hard... very deep.  Shall I pick you up
at 8 PM?"

  "Yes...  please.  Pick me up and fuck me."

  "All right.  And there's no need for you to worry about going
to the same hotel.  We won't be going there."

  I'm sure that Carl heard my sigh of relief.  "Where are we
going?"

  "Back to your house.  I'm going to fuck you in your bed
tonight.  Be ready at 8 PM."

  The phone went dead in my hand.  I held onto the table for
support as my body shuddered in a small orgasm at the thought of
Carl screwing me in same bed where my husband makes love to me.

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  It is now 10 PM.  I can hardly remember what I had for dinner.
All I could think about was the evening to come in my bedroom
later that night.

  The lights are on in my bedroom now.  Carl likes to see my
mouth open in a deep moan, my tits bouncing, and his cock sinking
in and out of me.  The pillow under my hips elevates my cunt into
perfect position for him.  My chest is heaving with increasing
excitement causing my tits to rock back and forth.  His eyes
watch them moving.  My nipples are so hard... throbbing... My
legs are straight up in the air exposing my cunt slit and my ass
so Carl can see them.  I know he wants me to spread my legs.  I
feel the wetness gushing from my cunt.  I still have my bra on,
and I can feel my hardened nipples pressing against the bra cup,
aching to be released.  Carl watches me as I pull my legs further
back so my asshole is fully exposed.
  He motions with his hands for me to open myself.  I can't do it
fast enough.  Now my legs gape open, my thighs shining with my
wetness.  I know my labia are swollen... open... gaping... ready
for cock.

  All the surroundings are familiar... the light blue sheets, the
paintings and pictures on the wall, the stained birch bedposts,
the thick, beige carpeting, my large walk-in closet, the
whirlpool bath, the deck beyond the large sliding glass door, my
dresser, makeup, and personal items.  Only the muscular male
mounting me... about to enter my cunt... is out of place.  He's
on me now, his weight pressing my body into the mattress.  I
realize I'm moaning... begging him to put it into my cunt.

  I feel the bloated head as it is pressed against my opening. 
"You're wet... very wet.. and open", he says as he swabbed his
cockhead up and down the length of my pulsing slit.   When it
moves over my engorged clitoris, electrifying shocks of sexual
pleasure surge through me.  My vagina contracts in anticipation.
The sensation is so intense I can't keep my legs from rising and
locking around his buttocks.   My hips strain upwards, trying
desperately to impale myself on his huge cock, but he moves back,
teasing me with it, making me beg.

  "Ohhh Please!  Give it to me!   Don't tease me.  FUCK ME!"

  "How do you want it?"

  "Deep... Hard... OOHHH Hurry!"

  "Take it, you hot sexy Bitch!"

  With one, hard thrust he gave me what I wanted.  
"AAAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... UUuuuuuhhhhhgggggg..."

  Feeling Carl's huge cock stretching me open again makes my
belly quiver with pleasure.  The first three inches sinks into
me.  It feels like it must be even more, but I know from
experience that that feeling is just due to the huge thickness of
his black cock.

  "You're so fucking hot and wet", Carl whispers in my ear as he
pushes another inch into my hole.  The sensation is incredible. 
My cunt expands to take him.  Even though there is some pain, I
want it!

  "More...more... oohhh please... MORE..MORE!"

  He gives it to me... two more thick inches.  The cock flexes
inside my hole causing my clit to jerk in a hard spasm of
momentary pain.  I try to pull my hips back but his hands are
under my ass holding my cunt in position as he bores in even
further.  Two more inches of cock enter me... pulsing, driving
inward.. forcing my womb back to make room for his shaft.

  "Ooohhhhh Gawd!  Is it all in?" I moan.

  "Not yet.  Two more inches to go."

  "No.. I can't take it...  It's too big.."

  Naturally, Carl ignores me.  I hear the squishing, sucking
sound as he withdraws leaving only the head inside my stretched
vagina.  He drives back into me hard and fast, pulling my ass
upward as he buries his cock inside my wildly throbbing cunt. 
All ten inches are in me.  Again and again, I feel him flex his
shaft... stretching me... putting intense pressure on my clit. 
Then he stops with it buried in me to the hilt.  His hands are on
my tits... squeezing ... stroking... twisting the nipples.   This
continues for several minutes until my hips begin to move
slowly.. sensuously.. up and down... inviting him to begin
fucking me.

  "Ready?"

  "Oh yes!  GIVE IT TO ME!"

  The fucking is intense.  Hard!  Deep!  My tits are jarred back
and forth with every thrust.  I hear myself grunting each time
the hard cock head thuds into the bottom of my cunt.   Suddenly,
I cum.  Repeated spasms knot the muscles of my belly; my cunt
contracts and throbs.

  "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... OH .. OH.. OH.. OH..  GGHHAAAA....
CUMMINGGG... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!!"

  The sensation is so intense, I ask.. then beg.. him to stop. 
"No..  Stop..  No more... I can't take anymore..  don't...
please.. don't...  "

  Carl ignores me.  His cock is hard as steel and he's close to
cumming.  There's no way he's going to stop fucking me just
because I ask him to.   Again and again, over and over, he rams
in and out of my throbbing cunt.

  "NO.. please.. Don't..  I can't...aaahhhhhh.... no... ugh ugh
... UGH .. UGH..  OOHHHH GAWD...... Don't... Stop...  ahhhhh... 
Don't Stop...  DON'T STOP... HARDER... PLEASE... HARDER... GIVE
IT TO ME HARDER.... I'M CUMMING AGAIN... 
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

  This time, my vaginal contractions triggered Carl's climax.  
His semen roared into my hole, filling me to the point that cum
was spurting out and running down the crack of my ass.

  I'm given no more than 10 minutes to rest... to recover from
the fierce fucking I've received.  Carl orders me onto my hands
and knees.  I assume the position, but he's not satisfied.  With
a sharp slap on my ass, he tells me to put my head on the bed and
arch my ass as high as possible.  Again, I do as I'm told, but
again, it's not sufficient.  This time my ass is spanked much
harder as he orders me to move my knees further apart.  Finally,
he's satisfied with my position.  I wait... cunt elevated..  I
know what is to come.

  I don't have to wait long before I feel the sleek, throbbing
head of Carl's black cock against my wet opening.  It presses
against my pussy, stretching me open once more.  This time, my
cunt opens easily for his cock, and he slides it into me.  His
thick shaft sinks smoothly and steadily into my lubricated sex
channel until it thuds with force and authority against the
bottom of my cunt.  A grunt of pleasure mixed with pain erupts
from my throat.

  His hands are on my hips holding me in fucking position.  The
first stroke is slow, steady.  I feel every black inch of cock
being pulled from my cunt until only the head remains inside.  My
body is jarred forward by the next hard thrust that forces
another grunt of passion from me.  Then, Carl begins to fuck
me... hard.. demanding thrusts.. again and again into my hole. 
In moments, I feel my vagina contracting as I explode in an
intense climax.

  Carl continues to fuck me right through my first orgasm without
slowing down.  Soon, he's ready to shoot.

  "I'm gonna cum, Bitch.  Get ready to take it!", he warns me.

  A few more thrusts and I feel his organ expanding and then
jerking inside my hole.  He's cumming in me again.  His throbbing
cock makes my belly contract.  My asshole pulses.. open...shut..
open.. shut..  as I cum with him.

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  Carl spent all that night and most of the next two days and
nights fucking me.   After Gordon returned, he found a way to see
me at least twice a week.  Every time my husband was out of town,
he fucked me constantly.  Occasionally, he would have me suck his
cock for hours on end until I was begging him to put it into my
cunt.  This continued for eight months until his company moved
him to a different area.  In all, he had me nearly a hundred
times, and each time, he never failed to shoot into me at least
twice.

  Over a year later, while Gordon and I were having sex, I told
him about Carl.  He shot off almost immediately.  Throughout the
following several weeks, he kept pumping me for details until I
had told him everything.  Men always want quantitative details
about Athese things.  He wanted to know how many times Carl had
fucked me.  Initially, I avoided the question with the excuse
that I hadn't counted, but he demanded that I estimate.  After I
confessed that it was about twice a week and four times a day
when he was out of town, he figured out that Carl had probably
taken me a hundred times.

  That still wasn't enough information for him.  He also wanted
to know how many times he had cum in me.

  "How do you expect me to know that?" I had responded, again
avoiding his question.

  Again, he demanded that I estimate.  "How many times did he
usually get off when he screwed you?"

  When I said it was two or three times, he took the average of
two and half and calculated that Carl had shot about 250 loads
into me.  His cock was hard when he told me his estimate.

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Kent

  Carl was just one of the secrets my wife kept from me.  We
share a lot, but not everything.  Sharing everything is not
conducive to a successful marriage.  I've had my secrets as well.
 Some couples keep secrets because of fear of jealousy by the
spouse or because of guilt.  Secrets such as those are probably
harmful.  Paula and I keep some things secret simply  because
they are much more erotic and pleasurable when they are kept
secret than if they were openly known.

  Take, for example, Mr. Kent Baxter.  Mr. Baxter is our next
door neighbor.  He is about 60, married, and a very randy guy in
spite of his age.  His wife does little to satisfy his erotic and
kinky sexual tastes.  He began spying on my wife several years
ago.  At the time, Paula kept this to herself.  As she later
said, if she had told me at the start, his spying would have lost
its erotic edge.

  Much later, Paula told me that she was certain that she had
given Mr. Baxter more orgasms than his wife.  A week didn't go by
that she didn't get him off at least twice.  In fact, she
believed that it was probably more than that since she was
certain that he was thinking about her when he jerked off in the
bathroom or elsewhere.  When she did tell me about our randy
neighbor, she took pains to make the story as erotic as possible.
 Read it for yourself.

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  I can feel the wetness seeping into the crotch of my panties as
I lower my skirt.  I'm very aware that my bedroom curtains are
open.  I should be.  I intentionally opened them before I began
to undress.  I also turned on the extra lamp beside the bed to
provide more illumination.

  As I begin to slowly unbutton my blouse, I glance across the 15
foot space separating our bedroom window form Kent's study where
he keeps his binoculars.  I'm almost certain that he's watching
me because the lights are out in his study, and I can see the
curtains moving a little.  You see, it's difficult for him to
stroke his hard cock and not cause the curtains to move.  In
addition, it's Tuesday evening, the time I usually put on one of
my biweekly strip shows for him.  Some times I let him see me in
my panties, bra, stockings and heels.   Tonight, I'm excited,
hot, and have decided to do more.

  Reaching behind my back, I slip the catch to my bra open.  My
36DD tits surge forward, happy to be released from their tight
bondage.  I feels so good to cup them, to slowly run my fingers
over the engorged nipples, twisting them to send delightful
tremors through my pussy.  I move right in front of the open
window, cup them, and present them to his eyes.  The excitement
makes me throb.  I know it has made Kent hard.

  As my fingers squeeze the nipples, they harden into stiff
peaks.  My excitement mounts even higher as I notice the curtain
to Kent's study slowly being opened.  He is certainly there and I
know his binoculars are focused right on my large tits.  A small
light comes on as I expected it would.  He has recently gotten up
enough nerve to turn it on so I can see him jacking off his
7-inch prick.

  He really enjoys it when I bend over wearing only my panties
and thrust my ass back in his direction while, at the same time,
pulling the panties up and sinking the crotch band deep into my
cuntal slit.  That usually makes him cum.  Turning my back to the
window, I do it, exactly like that.  When I'm bent over, and my
panties are slotted deep inside my pussy, I can't resist reaching
back and spreading my buttocks so he can focus the binoculars
right on my exposed sex holes.  I can feel my clitoris beginning
to throb.

  Pulling a chair near the window, I sit and begin the ritual of
caressing my legs and my thigh-high stockings.  As I lift my left
leg and slowly, tantalizingly remove the four-inch heel from my
foot, my mind wanders back to a time a month ago when I
accidentally met Kent in the grocery store.  I had been flashing
him for months and knew that he must be jacking off as he
watched.  We chatted, and as I recalled how he had told me how
much he loved watching me, my cunt slowly pulsed.

  Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, "Do you jerk off while
you watch me?"

  "You know I do.  Who wouldn't?  You're incredibly beautiful and
sexy."

  "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.....   I like that.  Why don't you open the
curtain and put a light so I can see you doing it?"  He told me
he would think about it.  It took him two weeks to get up the
nerve to turn on the light.

  Spreading my legs wide, I began to slide my hands down my
thigh.  To give Kent the best possible view, I slid forward in my
chair so that my ass is right at the edge.  Then, I open my legs
as wide as possible.  Bending my knee, I pull the panties aside.
Keeping my leg up and bent, I hold my sexy pose and let him focus
the binoculars right on my exposed cunt.

  I know he wants me to remove my panties.  But I make him wait
as I lower my left leg and repeat the entire process, caressing
and lifting my other leg.  When I'm again spread wide for his
viewing pleasure, I recalled how I had casually opened a button
on my blouse that day in the grocery store.  The thought makes my
cunt throb.  Kent's mouth had fallen open.  When I opened a
second button, his eyes were locked onto my bulging tits.  I
opened a third button and pulled the blouse open letting him see
every thing down to my nipples.  I dropped my eyes to his crotch
and asked him in a whisper, "Are you hard?  Don't you wish you
could jack off right here.. right now?"

  In response to my question, he couldn't keep from squeezing his
cock right there in the middle of the grocery store he was so
turned on.  "Oh god, yes.  I'm so hard I can't believe it."  he
had whispered back.

  Standing, I turn through 360 degrees to give him a complete
tour of my near-naked body.  Only the slotted panties and my
stockings are left.  Glancing at his window, I see him slowly
stroking his now very hard and erect cock.  He is almost as hard
as he was that day in the grocery store.

  At the moment, I present my ass to Kent, bent over slightly,
and begin lowering my panties down my thighs.  That day in the
grocery store, I reached into my blouse and pulled my bra down
below my tits.  I thought he was going to cum in his pants.  And
to be honest, I felt like I would cum too if I so much as touched
my clitoris.  Before we parted, I wrote down my cell phone number
and gave it to him.  "Don't call if you see my husband in the
bedroom.  If he's not present, call me if you like.  I'll take
requests."

  As soon as I told him that, he began to pull on his cock.  When
I saw the stain spreading across the front of his pants, I
pressed my thighs tightly together and had a small orgasm myself.


  As my panties hit the floor, I knew that I would probably cum
this time too.  My thighs were already wet with the secretions
from my aroused and ready cunt.  I answered my cell phone on the
first ring, knowing who would be on the other end of the line.

  "Bend over more.  I want to see your naked hot ass."

  More fluids gush from between my labia as I follow my caller's
directions.  Knowing that he wanted to see it, I again reach back
and pull my buttocks open, exposing both holes.

  "Get closer to the window", came the next command.

  Once more, I do as ordered.  When I feel the cold glass against
my ass, I spread my heels several feet apart, bend over, and
grasp my ankle with my right hand as I continue to listen to the
phone with my left.  I hear Kent moan.  Through his window, I see
his hand flashing up and down his rigid cock faster and faster. 
It is rigid with lust for me, and I know that the head must be
coated with precum from his excitement.

  Slowly I turn and present my front to the window.  Moving
forward, I gasp when the cold glass pane comes into contact with
my erect nipples.   Again I hear the voice over the phone.  "Open
your cunt!"

  I use two fingers to pry my lips open and expose my clitoris. 
I wonder if he might actually be able to see my clit throbbing as
I thrust my pelvis forward.  I hold the pose and look through his
window again.  His cock is still hard as steel, standing nearly
straight up.  His right hand jacks his shaft while he operates
the video camera with his left.  Kent hasn't done this before. 
The thought that he will have video of me both frightens and
arouses me.  I realize that I want him to capture the full
eroticism of my naked body on his camera.  I'm now certain that I
will climax soon.

  "Lie on the bed.  Put a pillow beneath your hips and make
yourself cum.  Hurry!  I can't hold it much longer."

  A minute later, my hips are mounted on a pillow; my thighs wide
open, knees steepled, and my fingers are flying over my hard,
throbbing clitoris.  Across the way, Kent has the camera on a
tripod focused, I'm certain, right on my exposed cunt.  His hand
is jerking his cock as hard and as fast as mine is working my
clit and pussy.

  I need more.  Reaching into the drawer in the bedside table, my
hand closes over my large dildo.  Mounting the pillow once more,
I spread and thrust the huge toy into my wet, open cunt.  It
slides in easily.  In moments, my cunt is throbbing around its
girth.

  "I'm cumming!" says the voice over the phone.

  "I'm cumming too", mine responds.

  I watch the huge stream of semen erupt from Kent's iron-hard
penis and splatter over his window.  At the same time, his
telephoto lens captures the intense contractions of my cunt as my
juices spurt outward several inches.

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  We enjoyed this erotic game once or twice a week for months
until Kent's wife caught him masturbating while watching me. 
After that, we could only do it when she was not at home.   Of
course, he could always watch all the video he had of me, and I'm
sure he did.

  Several months later, I told Gordon what was going on.  His
response was to begin enjoying my show from our hallway while
Kent watched from his window.  They both jerked off and often
came at almost the same time.

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  Paula is not particularly athletic but she likes to play tennis
in spite of the fact that her game is terrible.   Since she
enjoyed the game so much, I encouraged her to enroll in some
lessons at our country club.  She did, and much later she told me
about those "lessons".

Alan

  Alan carefully stroked the ball back over the net so that I
would be able to reach it and return the shot.  Each time I
returned his shot, he gave me positive reinforcement coupled with
one or two suggestions about my footwork, the positioning of my
shoulders prior to executing the shot, advance racquet
preparation, and bending my knees to get down on the ball.  He
was a marvelous tennis instructor.

  "You hit that last shot into the net, Paula, primarily because
you didn't bend your knees and get down on the shot.  If the ball
comes in low, and you attempt to return it from an upright
position, the majority of the time you will net the ball.  Bend
your knees, get down on the shot."

  He hit me another ball and I did as he had instructed. 
Amazingly, the ball moved smartly off the racquet face, cleared
the net by a full foot, and rocketed into the corner out of
Alan's reach.

  "That's the way!"  he exclaimed.  "Great shot!  Now keep it
up."

  It was typical instruction from Alan, who was always upbeat and
courteous.  He was also always incredibly handsome and sexy. 
Which probably explained why all the female members of the club
wanted him as an instructor.  It also explained why few, if any
of us, ever really improved.  It was just too damn hard to
concentrate on hitting a tennis ball properly when that
incredible 21-year old hunk was dashing around on the other side
of the net in his tight fitting tennis shorts and white T-shirt.
The T-shirt always looked like the material would rip apart if he
took a deep breath, and his shorts as well if he should ever get
an erection while wearing them.

  "Has he fucked you yet?" Jackie asked me as we sipped bloody
marys after my hour of instruction from Alan.

  "No.  In fact, he hasn't even made a pass at me.  He doesn't
seem interested in any of the women.  Or am I wrong?  Have you
had him?"

  "No, I haven't, damn it!   I've given him some hints but he has
ignored all of them.  I know several of women who have let him
know that they're available, but he hasn't fucked any of them."

  "How do you know he hasn't?" I asked, now very intrigued.

  "They told me.  And believe me, if they had scored with him,
they would have been bragging about it.  Don't you get wet 
whenever you spend an hour on court with him?

  When I didn't answer, Jackie repeated her question.  "Well. 
Did your pussy get wet this afternoon out there?"

  "Yeah.  It did.  He's a very sensuous, sexy looking man.  Would
be hard not to get excited."

  "Most of us have concluded that he's gay.  I think I agree. 
Hard to see why he would pass up all the pussy being thrown at
him if he's not."

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  That night after getting a very hard and thorough fucking from
Gordon, I found myself unable to sleep.  I couldn't stop thinking
about Alan's sexy body and that big bulge in his tennis shorts. 
It didn't seem to matter that I had just had two intense orgasms
with my husband, my pussy was still very interested in Alan. 
Could he really be gay?  Possibly, but I had never seen him in
the company of any of the other men.  Even the two male members
whom I knew were gay had never approached him.  If he were gay,
they would have both been interested in bedding him.

  I was shocked to realize that I had begun masturbating right
beside my husband.  I forced myself to stop for fear that he
would wake up enough to realize what I was doing.  Even though he
loves to watch me get myself off, his masculine ego would be hurt
if he thought I had to finger fuck myself to an orgasm because he
was such a poor lover.  And if a woman damages a guy's ego, she
can just about forget about getting any hot sex from him for a
long time.

  Even though I had forced myself to take my hand out of my cunt,
my mind wouldn't obey as well.  I laid in bed awake for another
hour thinking about how big Alan's penis was and how much bigger
it might get if I sucked it and then put it into my wet cunt.  I
tried to figure out how many of the women at the club he had
fucked because I didn't believe for a moment Jackie's conclusion
that he hadn't had any of them.

  Darla Carter is vamp.. fucks any guy.  I was certain that he
must have been in her many times.  Kay Bomar was hot, flirty. 
Alan had probably banged her too.  Sonia Beachy could be really
slutty.  I knew that she had come on to Gordon several times. 
Alan would have had no trouble getting between her thighs.  Then
there was Gayle Stotts.  She maintained an outward facade of
conservative propriety, but I had seen her staring at Alan's
crotch several times, and once, after her lesson, I saw her hard
nipples making two big indentations in her shirt.  She was more
than ready for his cock.

  One by one, I thought about all the women I knew.  Frankly, I
thought that Alan had probably fucked most of them.  Except me, I
thought.  I fell asleep that night imagining that the he had
fucked me several times and that I was so exhausted I couldn't
move.

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  Alan stroked the ball over the net to my backhand. I reached it
easily, but it stayed low to the court.  Following his
instructions, I bent low to the ball, and the ultra short shorts
I had elected to wear slid up over my buttocks.  The narrow
crotch band sank into my slit.  The friction on my clitoris was
intense, and my pussy was responding by gushing lubricant
preparing my sex channel for penetration.  Normally, my panties
would kept the crotch band out of my pussy, but I wasn't wearing
any.  At least, I didn't have to worry about my panties showing.

  Instead of the usual crisscross sports bra, I was wearing a
flimsy, nylon bra over my 36DD tits.  As a result, I was bouncing
all over the place every time I moved to hit a shot.  As we
played, the perspiration soaked the white T-shirt I wore.  Before
we were half done, it looked like I was an entry in a wet T-shirt
contest.

  Most of the women sipping cool drinks on the veranda were
watching us.  I knew their interest was not a result of my
excellent play.  They were curious if I would be successful in
seducing our young tennis instructor.  I was sure the betting
odds were not in my favor since none of the other women had
succeeded.

  After a half hour, I became more and more convinced that Alan
was deliberately placing the ball where I would have to run and
bend to each shot.  Usually, he kept the ball within easy reach,
but not today.  And I knew it wasn't because my game was
improving.  He wanted to see my tits bounce and see my shorts
slide up over my ass and into my pussy each time I had to bend
for the ball.  I didn't mind in the least.

  With about five minutes or so left in our lesson, I had hit a
ball into the net and walked forward to retrieve it.  As I bent
to pick it up, my eyes were on a level with Alan's crotch.  And
he was close to the net.  He had a hard-on!  No question about
it.  He was trying to conceal it, but it was just too hard, too
big.  I loved it, and my cunt loved it even more.

  Standing at the net, I called him over.  "I think we should
call it quits for the day.  I'm tired of playing with tennis
balls.  Let's go some where private where I can play with your
balls.  Judging from that hard bulge, I think you need it."

  I wasn't sure what response I expected, but what I got was the
last thing I anticipated.  Alan began to blush furiously.  When
he saw me staring at his clearly outlined prick, it throbbed, and
he blushed even more deeply.  Instead of the confident,
easy-going tennis instructor, he seemed to have been magically
transformed into a tongue-tied teenage boy.  In an effort to calm
him, I leaned closer and whispered, "Please say you're
interested.  You have me so excited, I think I might rape you
right here on the court if you don't take me some where."

------------------------------------------------

  My husband had already gone to bed.   I told him I wasn't
sleepy and would sit up and watch some TV.  He grinned, said OK,
and moved to my side to kiss me.  As he did so, his hand cupped
my breasts and caressed the nipple.  "Are you sure you wouldn't
like to spend some time in bed with me first.  You can get up
later and watch TV if you're still not sleepy."

  I felt my pussy throb in response to his invitation, but I knew
I was too sore to be able to enjoy it.  I was even afraid that it
would be so painful that I have to ask him to stop.   So, I used
some of the time-honored excuses women usually use when they want
to avoid sex...  I was really too tired..  I had a mild headache
...  every muscle seemed to hurt from the tennis that afternoon
...  so on and so forth.  My husband didn't protest or pout.  He
just kissed me tenderly again and said, "My loss.. can I get you
anything?  Some Tylenol or an aspirin?  Maybe some juice?"

  "Thank you, Darling.  But I'll be fine.  I'm not sick.  Just
sore and tired.  I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow.  I'll go to
the other bedroom to watch TV so it won't disturb you."

  Gordon again leaned over and kissed me softly, first on my eye
and then on my lips.  "Good night, Gorgeous." My husband is a
prince of a man.

---------------------------------------------

  An hour later, I'm in our guest bedroom with the door locked. 
The TV set is on, but the sound is turned very low.  I wasn't
watching it at all.  The towel beneath my hips is damp with my
wetness, which continue to seep from my excited vagina as my
fingers slowly, but firmly, stroke my hard, erect clitoris.

  I still couldn't believe it.  Alan had followed me to the car
that afternoon, and after that into the motel room I had
previously rented.  As soon as we were inside, I had pressed my
body against his and crushed my mouth to his.  I could feel his
cock jerking and throbbing against my mound, but he seemed lost,
uncertain.  Finally, I pulled back and asked softly, "What's
wrong?  Am I grossing you out with my slutty behavior?"

  His words still rang in my ears.  "Oh no!  I love it..  It's
just that... well..  It's just that..  "

  "What?"

  "I'm not very experienced."

  When I ran my hand over his bulge, it jerked hard and
contracted in a hard spasm.  "I'm sure you have the equipment and
enough experience to more than satisfy this old married woman."

  Then came the bombshell!  "I want you so bad.  But the truth is
that I've never done it before.  I've always been shy, and
beautiful women scare me.  I'm afraid I won't please you."

  A virgin..  a 21-year old male virgin!  My excitement rose to a
point that I was having a problem breathing... a virgin!  I was
going to be his first woman!  I was going to be the first to
enjoy and satisfy his big hard cock.  I just went wild.   I
literally ravished him... his body... his mouth... his cock... 
And when he saw how hot I was over his virgin status, he relaxed
and his confidence grew with every throb of his penis.

  My fingers pump in and out of my wet hole as I think about the
following two hours.  First, I told him to strip me naked and put
me on the bed on my back, but not to undress himself.  When he
had me lying on the bed naked, I whispered in ear.. "Now you're
in charge.  I'm so hot for you, I'm really helpless.  Make me
show it to you."

  He did exactly that.   First, he made me spread my legs wide
open.  Not satisfied, he ordered me to lift them and press my
knees against my breasts.  Once he had me in that obscene
position, he put his head between my thighs and began to lick me.
 The next half hour was just a blur in my memory.  Toward the
end, I was screaming... begging him to stop...  my vagina and
clitoris were convulsing and dancing in one continuous orgasm. 
Alan ignored my pleas.  His tongue continued to work my clitoris;
his fingers plunged and probed my cunt working on my G-spot.  The
motel bed became soaked with my juices.  When Alan finally
stopped, I was nearly unconscious.  My chest was heaving, trying,
unsuccessfully, to suck in enough oxygen.  I remember being too
tired to hold my legs up or even close them, if I had wanted to.

  My fingers stroke my clitoris harder even though it is still
sore from the intense sex of the afternoon.  The sounds Alan had
made when he first pushed his prick into my soaked pussy turned
me on as much as the feel of my cunt being stretched open. My
hips had involuntarily arched upward to receive his hard shaft,
and my groans mixed with his deep grunts of male pleasure as his
iron-hard dick surged in and out of my hot, wet vagina.  He
couldn't seem to thrust into me hard enough even though he had
his hands under my ass and was slamming it into me as if he were
driving in a railway spike.  Every time he rammed it home, his
grunts and moans rang in my ears.   He kept telling me how
wonderful it was... how good my cunt felt.

  He was so wild and hot, there was no way he could last very
long.  In less than two minutes, he was ready to cum and so was
I.   He begged me not to make him pull out... to let him cum
inside my cunt.  I circled my legs around his hips, locked my
ankles, held his body tightly against my breasts with my arms,
and moaned in his ear...

  "Don't you even think about trying to remove your cock from my
cunt, Stud.  Shoot it in!  Fill my cunt, Baby!"

  After those words, there was no way he could hold it another
stroke.  I could feel his spastic contractions as he pumped his
load into me.  His cock jerked and flexed again and again,
pumping thick streams of semen into me.  The memory causes my
clit to erupt under my fingers now.

  I continue to caress my soaked pussy thinking about how he had
stayed on me even after his orgasm had ebbed, his semi-hard cock
still buried deep inside my cum-filled vagina.   In less than a
minute, it began to harden, expand, and fill me again.  In
another 30 seconds, he was hard again.  He told me... didn't
ask... just told me that he was going to fuck me again.  Ten
minutes later, he came in me again.  My pussy had exploded twice
before he emptied his second load inside me.

  He rested on my body for a minute before rolling off me onto
his back.  It was amazing.  His cock was still partially erect.
He shyly asked, "Would you mind doing it?"

  "What?" I asked.

  "You know."

  "Yes, I know, but tell me to do it.  Don't ask.  Tell me."

  "Suck my cock!   Clean it off with your mouth.  Suck me hard so
I can fuck your hot cunt again!"  He was just as good taking
instructions as giving them.

  My hips arch upward, my fingers sink deep inside my pulsing
cunt.  I'm about to cum again.  It was so damn hot!  That big
throbbing cock inside my mouth.  Alan moaning every time I suck
the head, groaning as I let my lips slide down his thick shaft,
thrusting upward when I took him into my throat.

  "I'm going to cum in your mouth!" he announced.

  As I recalled how hard his cock was as it jerked and pumped his
cum down my throat, my pussy erupts, juices spurt, and I'm
cumming wildly on my fingers.

  He was like a boy with a new toy.  He couldn't get enough. 
After he had filled my belly with his semen, he had pushed me
onto my back again and spent a long time exploring my body.  It
didn't bother him at all to lick my pussy even though it was full
of his cum.  Oh god, he was wild for it.  His passion had caused
mine to flare again.  I realize that I'm masturbating again.  My
fingers are inside my cunt, working my G-spot.  I spread wider,
straighten my legs, point my toes, and arch my hips... pumping...
rubbing myself harder and faster.

  Alan rolls me onto my belly and orders me to arch my ass.  When
its elevated, he moves behind me.  "Spread your knees.. I want to
see your hole."   The memory makes my cunt gush and throb.  I'm
going to cum again.  I can't believe how hard his cock is as he
rams it back into me in doggie position.  It thuds against the
bottom of my cunt.  He holds my hips and rams me again.. and
again.. and again.  I'm moaning... cumming... I know he can see
my asshole opening... closing.. as I cum on his big, thrusting
cock.

  My fingers flash in and out of my elevated cunt.  Another
finger works on my engorged, throbbing clit.  I'm going to cum!

  Alan drives his cock spike into my contracting, throbbing hole.
 I feel it expand... throb..  jerk..  then it shoots!  It's
shooting in me again..  more cum pumping into me..    I came
again then... and I cum again on my fingers now.

  Before we finally left the motel, he had shot off in me five
times, twice while he rode me missionary style, another time
while I straddled and rode his cock, a fourth time with me on my
hands and knees giving it to me doggie, and the fifth time when
he ejaculated down my throat.   He never stopped telling me how
wonderful it was.  As we were leaving, he kissed me repeatedly,
thanking me, and saying he hoped that he had pleased me.  The
confident bastard knew damn well he had pleased me.

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  After that afternoon in the motel, our tennis lessons became 20
minutes of Alan giving me instructions on how to stroke the ball
and the remainder of the hour practicing his stroking in and out
of my pussy.  Whenever I stopped by the club, even if I had no
tennis lesson scheduled, Alan seemed to find some way to get me
alone long enough for him to give it to me.   I wondered if I was
the only one he was banging.

  Jackie provided the answer to my question several weeks later
while we were sipping drinks on the veranda.  "Guess what.  Alan
finally fucked me yesterday after my tennis lesson.  I was
stunned.  I had already decided that he was gay.  Boy!  Was I
ever wrong!"

  "He was good, huh?"

  "Good isn't the word for it.  He's a real stud.  We did it for
almost an hour.  He came three times, and I can't even estimate
how many times he got me off.  Have you had him yet?"

  When I hesitated, Jackie said, "Oh my god!  You have haven't
you?  How many times?  How long as he been getting into you?"

  "About two months now.  It started a few days after you told me
that you thought he might be gay.  Since then, he's been doing me
every time we have a lesson and other times as well.  And I
agree.  He's a stud, but before he had me the first time, he was
a virgin."

  "You've got to be kidding?"

  "No way.  A real, honest to god virgin.  That's why he didn't
respond to any of our hints.  He didn't know what he was supposed
to do."

  "That's amazing.  But I can tell you, Honey.  He certainly
doesn't have that problem any longer."

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  After that conversation with Jackie, I began to chat with the
other women.  It was amazing.   Darla Carter confided that Alan
had been screwing her at least once a week for the past three
weeks.  She told me I didn't know what I was missing.  Sonia
Beachy blushed like fire when I asked her if she had had sex with
our young tennis pro yet.

  "Oh god..  how did you know?  Does everyone know?" she moaned
in despair.

  "Don't worry.  I was just guessing, and I asked because he's
been banging me for over two months now.  So you've got a lot of
company.   Has he had you a lot?"

  "Every lesson and then some.  He's just insatiable.  No matter
how many times he cums in me, he can get it up again if I don't
leave.

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  Alan continued to screw me regularly for almost a year.  By
that time, he had fucked almost everyone of the wives in the
club, most many, many times.  When he finally left for a similar,
but better paying, job in California, we were all very sad.  And,
we all agreed that a lot more wives in California would be
joining Alan's club.

  For months after Alan left, Gordon kept asking me why I no
longer took tennis lessons.  After a year had passed, I gave him
the answer.

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