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Seduced Here's another attempt at a story. Let me know what you think. There I was. Stuck working another Saturday to try to make extra cash for the bills. I hate working six days every week, but I have to take the overtime when I can. It would be nice to send some time with my family one of these weekends though. I hardly ever see them since school and work always get in the way. My husband isn't the greatest lover in the world, but he is a great guy. He too is working all that he can, but for him the overtime is less likely. I scrimp and save as much as I can, but with four mouths to feed and bills to pay the money doesn't last long. I've only been eating one meal a day to try to help somewhat, and to lose some weight. Being over 200 pounds at the age of 42 isn't a good thing. Especially when you consider that I'm only 5 foot 1 inch tall. People tell me that I look like I'm in my mid twenties, but I think that they are just being generous. I suppose my long brown hair has something to do with it, but I'm probably wrong about that. Maybe it's my brown eyes, or my pale white skin? Who knows? All I do know is that I'm way too fat, and need to lose a lot of weight. Back in high school I was a 32A in a size 3. Now I'm a 42D that's a size 24. Time hasn't been nice to me. Nor has childbirth. I have the stretch marks, and Cesarean scar to prove it. I've lived, and I have loved. My life is a good one. It's not great, but good. I love my family, and I like my work. There's just places that could improve. Like money for instance. I could use a lot more. Physical love is another. My husband is a great romantic, but a crappy lover. He always has been, but even though I get seriously frustrated at times I overlook his shortcomings. It's all too soon Saturday morning, and I'm off to work half asleep as usual. The day crawls along as slow as expected. then at the end of the day my boss shows up with her . She's a nice person that I've always got along with, and she has spoken about her on a few occasions. The image I had of him in my head was of a early twenty something athletic man that has some major issues with his temper. Now that I see him in person he looks actually quite clean cut with short brown hair, chiseled face, and thin muscular build. He's much taller than I expected dwarfing my small stature with his six foot plus height. He is dressed in a button down tee shirt, and jeans that make his butt look so nice. I can't help but to feel a little tingly inside. She introduces him as Bruce, and then introduces the three of us that have come in for the day. I just stay quiet like always as she mentions that they are going for a few drinks after work, and that we're all invited. We all accept, and I inform my husband as soon as they walk away. We discuss among ourselves how long we'll stay, and what we thought of her . We all agreed that he doesn't look like he has anger issues at all. Then we decide to carpool to the bar after so we aren't all searching for parking. I ride along so I don't have to drive since I don't like to anyhow. We are sitting at a table in a crowded bar in less than an hour. My boss and her are sitting beside me. He actually gave me his seat since there wasn't enough chairs to go around. He was really cordial, and pleasant to talk to. He just stood behind me to my left side near his mom as we all chatted the day away. Before long I was feeling tipsy, and being talkative. The effects of the alcohol obvious. I don't even notice when my coworkers leave. I just realize at one moment that it's just the three of us sitting at the table. "Where did they all go?" I asked my boss. "They left over an hour ago." She says. "And I'm going to get going too. Bruce can give you a ride if you need one." I smile thanking them and accepting the ride. We finish our drinks, and my boss leaves as we follow. He leads me to a sedan in the front row opening the door for me. I thank him as I sit in the front seat. He sits in the driver's seat, and begins to drive. "So how long have you been married?" He asks. "Over twenty years." I reply without thinking. "Is he any good in the sack?" I'm surprised by his question, but am even more surprised when I answer, "Not really. It's good, but could be better." "Too bad. You look like you'd be fun in the sack." I am surprised, but flattered. "Um, thanks." "Don't be so bashful. You are a very desirable woman." "Yeah, right. Not many guys lining up to see a fat middle aged married woman." "There are a ton of guys that would love to be with you. You don't need to settle for second best girl. Not when you are so fine yourself." "Those guys are just out to fuck, and wouldn't care about me. That's not me, and what do you mean settle for second best? I love my husband." "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure you would have guys pounding your door down for a chance at you, but what I'm saying is that you can have anything you want. You don't need to settle in any respect about anything. Hell, I'd give you anything you wanted just to be with you." "I'm twice your age." "I don't care. You're like the perfect person aside from being so shy at first." We pull into the parking lot by my car. I don't feel in any condition to drive, and he notices. "Would you prefer me to take you home?" "Yes. I would. I can't afford a ticket." I give him directions to my house, and he drives away. "I like talking to you. You should give me your number so we can text." "I don't think so. My husband wouldn't like that." "Don't tell him. Better yet I'll only text when you want me to." "I don't think that's a good idea either." "I promise that I won't do anything to get you in trouble. Just give me your number, and we'll take it from there." He hands me his phone saying, "Just call yourself, and then I'll have it." I find myself calling rather than arguing. I hear my phone ring, and then hang up handing his phone back to him. "See. That wasn't that hard now was it?" "Just don't make me have to change my number." "I won't. You have my word." He says as we pull into my driveway. I wave as he drives away, and then I walk into the house. My husband knows that I've had a bit much, and he laughs at me. "Well, at least you've had a good time with the girls. I think you better go sleep it off though." I'm tired, but not sleepy. So I change into my pajamas, and then sit in the chair watching TV for a bit. At least I was until he woke me up. Then we went to bed together. I wake up in the morning thinking about his words telling me how desirable I am. I am so horny, and my husband has a morning boner. I gently grab it, and stroke it feeling it throb in my hand. My crotch flushes with anticipation. I slowly peel off my underwear, and touch myself feeling my wetness. It feels so good. My fingers delve into me making me hold back a moan. I need to release. I lower my head down to his cock, and kiss the tip. It throbs in response. then I take it into my mouth while I slide two fingers into myself. I moan as it hits the back of my throat. I look up to see him still asleep, and I don't want to wake him until he's reached the boiling point. I slowly suck and lick his dick while I finger myself. Faster and faster I go as the need builds inside of me. then just as I'm ready to scream in desire I mount him holding his dick up to slide into me. It feel it touch my labia, and I rub it across making it wet with my lubrication. The warm head feels so good across my clitoris. I rub it across a few extra times just because I want to. My need and desire is all I can feel, and I line his cock up to my vaginal opening. The I look down at him as he grabs my hips. I see the strain on his face just as I feel his hot cum shooting out all over my crotch. It oozes down as his dick throbs in my hand, and I feel it puddling up between us. I just stare at him in disbelief. I am again left wanting as his cock goes flaccid in my fingers. I then roll off him, and lay on my back as he gets up to go to the bathroom. My mood has changed from want to feeling like I'm going to cry. I can feel his cum drying onto the inside of my legs along with my own moisture. I grab a tissue, and wipe myself before laying on my side to cry. Bruce's words echo through my head about how desirable I am, and how I shouldn't have to settle. Soon I hear the getting up, and have to get up myself. I adjust myself, don my panties, and prepare to start another day. Only today I can't stop thinking about Bruce. I write it off as being frustrated, and stressed. All day long my mind echoes his words. I do things to try to distract myself, but they are only temporary. The day wears on as another uneventful day shopping, cleaning, and watching TV. At bedtime I try to initiate some love time with my husband, but I get the usual snores in return of my advances. Depressed and frustrated I cry myself to sleep. My alarm rings off at six AM just like every other weekday morning jolting me awake way too early. I crawl from bed rousing my , and begin the daily ritual of pushing them to get ready. Between my daily ramblings of "Let's go," and "Hurry up" my husband gets himself ready and off to work. The few hours slip by before they are out the door, and off to school. I sit back in the recliner, and sigh. Alone at last, but still unable to relax. I open my computer, and check the checking account balance. Then I bring up my bills to see what I can pay from what's due. I am thankful when I see the few that I can pay can be done online. I pay them quickly, and then begin to surf the web as the headlines pique my interest. An article that catches my eye is titled, "Bringing romance back into the swamp." It read about marriages that are stagnant, and how a woman feels neglected. The author goes on to admit that she has had numerous affairs before her husband found out, and then they decided to open the relationship. The entire idea wasn't alien to me, but my husband would never even consider such a thing. She ends the article surmising that since she has a lover for her sexual desires, and a husband for her emotional needs; more women should demand the same for the same peace of mind that she has found. I find myself wishing that I could trade places with her, but know that proper women don't do such things. I push the thought from my head, and click on the next headline. I read about a woman that found her true love after she lost her engagement ring, and he found her to return it when he found it. Meanwhile her fiance was oblivious to what was happening until it was too late. Then he became the best man at their wedding. My cell phone buzzes with a text. I look at it in fear and regret when I see a text from Bruce. "How's your day going? I've missed you since we last spoke." He wrote. Nervously I ignore him. I can't answer. It will create way too many problems. I go on to my reading. I read the advice columns about a woman who's had found her sex toys, and she wanted to know how to handle talking to them about it. I am surprised to see that she isn't berated in the comments about having the toys as much as not hiding them well enough. I think about how I don't have toys because of this very issue. can get into Fort Knox without any issues. My phone buzzes again with another message from him. "I know that you're alone. You don't have to worry about your husband finding out. You can talk with me. I miss you." Again I ignore it, but it quickly buzzes once more. "I can call if you'd like. Or even stop over if that's what you'd prefer. Just let me know please." I have to answer him so he stops texting me. "I'm fine. Everything is fine. Please stop messaging me." I reply. "So you want me to stop over?" "NO! I need you to leave me alone." "I just want to talk. Nothing more." "I can't. It's not right." "It's just a conversation. Just like on Saturday. There's nothing wrong with talking, is there?" He got me, "I guess not." "There we go. I'm not the big bad wolf you know. I'm just a guy that wants to be your friend." "Yeah, I know. But I shouldn't be talking to another guy behind my husband's back." "Behind his back? You mean you didn't tell him that I was there?" "No. He'd get mad." "So that makes me the other man then. Lol. I'm honored." "I guess." "Did you have a hangover on Sunday?" "I've never had a hangover in my life." "I have to test that someday." We continue texting back and forth until I need to go to work. I don't give it much thought since it was all just small talk. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday are all the same. I no more than get the off to school before he texts me. then we chat the day away until I have to leave for work. He seems really nice even though he's so young so I become to look forward to his texts. Friday I have to run errands so we don't chat. Saturday and Sunday I ask him to not text since my entire family is home. Thankfully he listens. I think about our chats over the weekend, and can't wait to hear from him on Monday. I work Saturday, and sit around on Sunday. My husband does his thing, my do theirs, and I do mine. Not really a great weekend, but at least I had a chance to relax some. "Hello pretty lady." I read just as soon as the leave on Monday. I smile as I reply, "Hey there." "What are your plans today?" "Sit here, and chat with you." "Why sit there? Let's go for a coffee." "Texting is one thing, but anything else is too much." I say filling with fear. "Come on. It's not like anything bad will happen. It's cheaper for you to let me buy you a coffee over texting all day." "I suppose that you're right, but I just shouldn't." "Nobody will say anything, or even know. I'll swing by to pick you up in fifteen minutes. I'm not asking." "Don't. I can't." I sit there getting no response. Then in ten minutes I hear a horn honk in the driveway. I look out to see him sitting there waiting. I can't risk him honking again and alerting the neighbors so I wave out the window, and toss on a blue blouse and some black shorts with my tennis shoes. I hurry out the door. and hop into the passenger seat. He drives me to a nearby coffee shop, and we enter. I order a lemonade while he gets a cappuccino. I sit at a table, and he sits across from me. "Good to see you dressed up for me." He laughs. I look down to see how ill fitting the shirt really is. It seems my chest is holding the material apart between the buttons. I pull it trying to cover myself as I blush. "You're fine." He insists. "I bet." "It's good to actually see you and hear your voice as we chat. I missed that. I never forgot how beautiful your eyes are." "Thanks. I think." "Is it true what you told me about your husband?" "I don't remember what I said so I can't say for sure." "Well, you told me that he's your soul mate, and the greatest guy on earth." "Yeah, that's true." "But you also said that he's a dead fish in bed, and that a wet noodle gets more action than he gives." I look away without answering. "Judging by your reaction that must be true. That's too bad. A woman of your caliber should have everything she needs." "Let's talk about something else." "Okay. How would you feel about coming out for coffee more often with me?" I hesitate. "Nothing more than friends out for a chat." He continues. "How much more often?" "A couple of times a week? More if we can?" "Will I have a choice?" "Sure. You can have me honking in your driveway for hours otherwise." He laughs. We chat for a couple of hours before I have to go to work. He drops me off, and as I change I notice that one of my buttons is missing letting my blouse hang open showing my cleavage. After my initial embarrassment wears off I change, and leave for work. The night wears on in its usual way, and soon my alarm is waking me once more. He picks me up again, and I ask him if he liked the view. He just smiled saying that it was nice. We again chat until I have to get ready for work, and we repeat meeting everyday until Saturday. The weekend was for family, and he understood that. The following Monday I begin to have second thoughts about seeing him. I try to tell him not to come, but he doesn't listen. He asks at the shop why I'm having second thoughts. "Because I'm married, and we shouldn't be doing this." "We're just friend having a conversation. There's nothing wrong with that." "We're sneaking around behind my husband's back." "I never told you not to tell him about me. I could care less if he knew that we talked." "You know that I can't tell him. He'd get mad, and I don't need that argument." "Well, I'm not here to argue. I am here for you. I like spending time with you, and I like seeing you." "We need to stop. Please take me home." "Okay. We'll go, and I'll stop contacting you." We finish our drinks, and he takes me home where I sit back wondering if I made the right move. I begin to regret my decision since I liked our chats, but yet I'm happy that I have nothing more to hide. The week wears on. I think about texting him for a conversation, but I resist. The hours and days seem to crawl by. My mind constantly thinking about Bruce. Another week wears on with nothing different except another snub by my husband. This time he woke up when I grabbed his morning boner, and that was the end of it. Monday begins like normal. Then after the leave I sit back thinking about my husband, my life, Bruce, and the things that were said. I pick up my phone, and write a text to Bruce asking him how he's doing. I lose the nerve before pressing send. Tuesday morning I wake up before my alarm, and wanting intimacy. I cuddled up with my husband rubbing his dick making him hard. I kiss my way down his stomach to the tip, and I take him into my mouth. I forgot the taste of his dick, and I remember how much I like it. I reach down into my underwear touching my wet labia. My middle finger finds it's way int my eager vagina. I moan against his cock, and suck with more vigor. I soon am so ready that I can't stand it. I move on top of him, and look down at him staring at me. His cock slides right into me filling me with pleasure as we mesh together. I grind my crotch against him looking him in the eyes. His hands grab my hips tightly. I feel my orgasm rapidly building inside of me. Then I see his eyes close. His body tenses, and I hear him groan. I feel a warm feeling growing inside of my vagina telling me that he is cumming inside of me. "No." I moan in disgust. "Not yet." It's too late. My orgasm slips away as his dick softens inside of me. I roll off from him turning away. He goes to the bathroom, and I silently cry as I lay there with his semen leaking from me. My alarm is all too quickly blaring in my ear, and I compose myself to start my day. I get the off, and my husband off before I take a hot shower. Depressing thoughts fill my head, and I do everything I can to try to stop them. I need an uplift. I need something to drag me out of this mood. My mind wanders to Bruce. Looking at my phone I see my unsent text, and I hit send knowing that I shouldn't. I'm hoping for something, but I don't know what exactly. I regret my decision right off, but yet I wonder why? The minutes tick by without an answer. I wonder if he's done with me, and I'm off the hook with my bad decision? Turning on the computer I begin to look at the headlines trying to relieve my mood. I find myself looking at the polls and stiff like that before making my way to the online classifieds. I look to see what others are selling, and look for good deals on stuff we can use when we go camping. I see a tent for sale really cheap so I click on the ad. There I see a picture of a large tent for the first picture, and the second picture is a photo of the inside with two cots set up. In one of the cots is a man and woman stark naked, and having sex. I read the description. It says that it's a great tent with plenty of room to fuck in, but they are selling it since they have another that's slightly larger. It ends with a quip about the girl always wanting something bigger. I have to laugh, but the picture keeps me looking back. From there I decide to look at the personal ads, and I see hundreds of penis pictures from the men, and aside from the occasional crotch and boob pictures from the women most are decent pictures where they're dressed fully or in their underwear. I page on to the couples section, and I am surprised to see the carnal photos of sex. Most are hardcore penetration pictures leaving nothing to the imagination. A few are ejaculation pictures which make my crotch tingle with excitement. I've always loved watching a dick shooting it's cum, and I envy the women in the pictures. They seem to have found a guy that's not like my husband. Someone that cares about their sexual gratification. My depression begins to turn to anger towards my husband. I begin to despised the fact that he gets off, but doesn't seem to care if I do. My phone buzzes shocking me back to reality. I pick it up to read the message. "Hello beautiful. It's been way too long, but it's great to hear from you at last. I'm much better now since you texted me." I debate replying, and decide that I have to since I started the conversation. "That's nice. I was just wondering." Then there was nothing for almost a half hour until, "Hey, come on out. Or do you want me to come in?" "I'm not going anywhere with you." I replied. "You shouldn't have come over." I just hit send when the door opens, and he walks in. I grab the blanket to cover myself since I'm only wearing my sleep shirt and underwear with some old shorts. He walks right up to me, and leans down over me just as his phone rings with my message. Smiling at me he takes my hand from the arm of the chair, and stands me in front of him. "I can look to see what you sent, or I can do what I've wanted for a while. You decide." I'm dumbfounded. I feel the heat from his body against me as he leans down close to me. His hot breath on my forehead as he exhales. My skin becomes sensitive, and goose bumps rise all over me. I feel like I'm peeing myself as the temperature rises in my crotch. My mind is screaming at me not to do something stupid, but my body is melting in anticipation. He reaches for his phone, but my hand stops his. I can't believe I just did that. Then our eyes connect. The look in his eyes is one that I can't place. It's almost a crazy look as he stares right into my soul. I let go of his hand, and he reaches up touching my left cheek. His palm is so warm against my skin. It sends a shiver down my spine. It like slow motion as he leans down to my face never breaking eye contact. Then I feel his lips pressing against mine. My knees grow weak, and he grabs me around the waist to hold me up while I find myself returning his kiss. Our tongues dance and sway in their own embrace within our mouths. I melt in his arms, and feel myself pressing tight against him. His body feels so strong, and warm. So solid. I feel his hands move downward gripping my butt cheeks. He kneads them making me moan into his mouth. My crotch gushes with need as my body wills with excitement. My nipples become so sensitive that I can feel his movements through my shirt with them, and it feels so good. His fingers find their way under the waistband of my shorts, and in a heartbeat I feel them bunch up around my ankles. My mind screams at me not to let him continue, but my body isn't listening. His hands return to kneading my backside. I feel my cheeks spreading and moving as he rubs them. I can feel his finger tips in my crack touching through my underwear for a short while before they slip under the leg holes touching my rear unobstructed. His finger tips touch my asshole making me jump. He holds me tight never breaking our kiss, and kneads my ass more and more passionately. I feel my crotch fill with the need for relief from my tensions, and then I feel his finger tip brush across my labia. I moan loud, and almost fall over as my hips try to push down onto his finger. My need is becoming unbearable, and driving me crazy. I feel my underwear join my shorts around my ankles, and then feel his hands under my shirt caressing my breasts. He rubs and pinches my nipples just right. I moan repeatedly, and uncontrollably. He breaks our kiss to look me in the eye. Then he lifts my shirt up over my head leaving me stand naked in front of him. I watch as he lays the blanket on the floor, and then he takes my hand. He kisses me again as he gently pulls me down onto my back. He lays between my legs, and I can feel his hard dick pressing against my crotch through his pants. Slowly he kisses his way down my left shoulder to my breast. Then I stare at the ceiling as I feel his mouth wrap around my entire areola. His teeth nibble on my hard nipple making me moan and arch my back in delight. I feel his hand massaging my right breast until he switches between the two. After a short while his hands moves down over my stomach with his mouth following kissing my sensitive skin along the way. He moves down slowly until I feel his breath on my super heated crotch. Then I feel his mouth wrap around my crotch, and his tongue dive into my vagina. I moan loud as I grab his head pulling him tight to me. My hips rock as he licks my clitoris driving me crazy with lust. It's been so long since I've felt a man licking me. I forgot how great it feels. I'm loving every second of this heaven, and I ride his tongue with a need that I never knew I had. His hands grab my breasts as he laps me up adding to the pleasure. I feel my orgasm build in the pit of my stomach, and I want it so bad. My hips grind against his face, and he begins to pinch on my nipples. The tension inside of me grows exponentially. My mind clouds over with lust as my conscious loses out. He brings me to the cusp of delight before I feel him kiss his way up my stomach leaving me in a lustful state of need. My hips rock wanting more as his lips tickle my sensitive skin. It seems like forever before I feel his mouth engulf my areola once more. I feel his dick press against my labia telling me that he pulled it out. My hips rock wanting relief, and his cock slips right into me. I feel it slipping deep into my vagina, and then feel his body push against me. He pushes it hard into me grinding against me. I moan loud, and he covers my mouth. I feel him begin to slide in and out of me slowly. It drives me insane with need. He kisses back to my lips, and we kiss passionately. I wrap my arms around him holding him close as we kiss. His cock feels so good inside of me. My hips rock fucking his cock as he fucks me matching my motions. The tension inside of me grows to beyond imaginable. His cock feels so deep and so hard inside of me. His body feels so good against mine. It quickly becomes too much, and the tension freezes me with my back at full arch. I feel it all release at once washing through my crotch all at once. His hand covers my mouth again as I moan in sheer delight. My body shakes and wiggles under his weight as my orgasm takes me to heaven. I almost pass out from the intensity of it all, and I feel him slowly fucking me deeply through it. It lasts for a few glorious minutes before it begins to wane. I am panting, and worn out. He is pushing hard into me while he sicks on my neck. I hear his groans filling the room as his cock thrusts into me repeatedly. My legs are getting sore form being open so wide, but my conscious is telling me to let him finish. He kisses his way back to my lips. When your lips touch it like he brought the lust back to me. I again moan as the pleasure builds inside of me. We kiss for a while before he kneels between my legs. I sit up, and see his cock glistening with my orgasm all over it. He tells me to roll over so I get on my hands and knees with him behind me. I feel his hands spread my ass cheeks while his cock slide back into my vagina. It feels like he is deeper inside of me than before, and his hips grind hard against my ass. He grabs my hips, and begins fucking me slowly. It feels so good. I quickly find myself pushing back to meet his thrusts making my ass slam against him. He responds by fucking me harder. I feel my breasts rub across the blanket, and my body jiggle with every impact of our bodies. His dick feels like it's poking me in the throat from the inside. I get tunnel vision as another orgasm reaches the breaking point inside of me. I hear myself moaning in pleasure, and I hear his breathing becoming more labored. His grip on my hips tightens, and he pushes hard into me slamming against me. It drives me over the edge once more, and I moan loud as my orgasm shakes me to the core. I hear him grunting as my pleasure rattles me, and I feel a warmth inside of me adding to the situation. He slams as deep as he can into me. It feels so good. My body fucks his dick as I shake uncontrollably through my orgasm. It's so intense once more. I feel the wetness running down my legs as the feeling begins to ebb. I feel him pull out of me after my orgasm is over, and I fall face down onto the blanket. I feel his cum leaking from me. It feels so good to finally be relieved and satisfied. He kisses my shoulder and caresses my back as I catch my breath. My conscious begins to return, and somehow his touch keeps me from thinking clearly. "It's almost time for you to get ready." He says lovingly. I look up at the clock, and see that he's right. I sigh, and look at him. "We shouldn't have done this." I say. "It can't happen again." "It won't. Not until you realize that this is what you want, and this is what you need." "Things went too far." "Did they? Or did they go just far enough? Maybe even not far enough? Do you regret you orgasms?" "Well, no, but I'm married." "And?" "We have vows." "That may be, but he isn't satisfying you sexually so it's your right to find satisfaction however you need. He is denying you pleasure, and from what I just felt, you are a very sexual person. A beautiful, sexual, goddess." "What if he finds out? Then he'll take the , and kick me out." "Or he'll let you have your fun because he will realize that he loves you too much to hold you back?" He bends down kissing the top of my head. "Now go get your pretty rear end dressed, and I'll be waiting for your text tomorrow." I look again at the clock to see that I am running late already. I slowly get up. Tired and worn out I make my way to the bathroom with his cum running down my leg. I sit down as he walks in, and I push out as much as I can before I pee. He watches, and doesn't say a word. I wipe, and grab my skirt that i have set out. He walks up behind me, and takes the underwear I had sitting there replacing them with a pink lace g string. "Where did this come from?" I ask. "I bought it for you. Do you like it?" I do actually, and I tell him so. I put them on discovering that they are a little snug, but not bad. Then he takes my bra, and hands me the white blouse that I had picked out. "No bra tonight." "Why not?" "Because you look better without it." I'm running too late to argue so I just finish dressing, and head for the door. He stops me before we walk out, and kisses me passionately as he holds me close. I feel my knees weaken once more as my crotch awakens. "See you soon beautiful." He says as we walk out. I get to work feeling myself glowing. My coworkers comment on how happy I seem, and even quip that I must have gotten lucky. If they only knew that his cum was slowly leaking out of me all night. By the time I return home the guilt begins to set in, and once I see my husband sitting there it hits full steam. I can't even bring myself to kiss him as I walk in. He notices, and I just tell him that my lips are sore. We are soon in bed, and I couldn't sleep. The feelings and emotions are torturing me. Before I know it my alarm is ringing away, and I get up to see the almost ready for school already. I double check the clock as my husband walks past. He kisses my cheek telling me that he took the initiative to get the up and ready to give me a little break. I sit down in the chair, and watch the moring news as they leave one by one. Once alone my mind goes back to the pleasure, and the thrill we had. I text him even though I know that I shouldn't. "How are you today?" I ask. "Not as good as yesterday, but it's getting better now." "Yesterday was a lapse." "Maybe. But then again, maybe it was meant to be? Come out. We'll go for coffee." I look out to see him parked in my driveway already. I grab my jeans and head out to join him. We are soon at the shop sipping our drinks, and he looks up at me smirking. "I think that you're the greatest." "Thanks. I think." "Really. Just listen. I have been mesmerized by you since I first saw you, and then after yesterday I knew that you are all I've even dreamed of. I'm not looking to break up you marriage, or steal you away from your family. I just had to tell you how I feel. I believe that it's integral in an open and honest relationship." "Relationship?" "Yes. Even a friendship is a relationship, and if we have to be just friends I'll gladly take it rather than losing you forever." "Things went too far." "But it felt so right." He interrupts. "You have to admit that." "I admit it was great, but wrong." "I don't think that it was wrong. Just that you have some emotions that you have to deal with in order to be able to fully express yourself openly instead of being so guarded all of the time." "What do you want from me then?" "I want you to be open, honest, and tell me everything that goes on in your mind." "Right now I'm confused." "About?" "Us. Me. My husband. It felt so good, but it shouldn't have ever happened." "Where's the confusion?" "I want it to." He looks me in the eyes smiling. "That's what I thought, and what I hoped you'd realize. Tell me more." "I haven't felt like that in a long time. It felt really good, but the guilt after was too much." "You shouldn't feel guilty. It's only natural for you to want to fulfill your needs. He should feel guilty for not helping you." "Yeah, right." "Believe me. There's a million guys out there that would kill to be able to give you everything. I'm one of them." "There's no guys out there that want a middle aged fat lady like me." "I'm sure the harness of my dick yesterday told you otherwise." "It was pretty hard." I laugh. "That's it. Relax, and let's be free." "Fine. You want me to be free? What do you want to know?" "Tell me your deepest and darkest fantasies." "There's not enough time in the day, and I wouldn't talk like that here." "Let's go then." He gets up, and leads me back to the car. As he drives us away he tells me to explain. "Alright. I would love for a guy to buy me a new wardrobe, and get me a hotel room with a whirlpool tub and full bar. Then let me relax for a few days sipping wine and soaking." "Now tell me the truth." He says smiling. "I have thought about being taken by a room full of guys at times." "There it is. Doesn't it feel good to actually talk about it instead of holding it in all of the time?" "Yeah. In a way." "Tell me more." "I've always wanted to be tied up, and then fucked hard." "That can definitely be arranged." He says as we pull into the adult store. "Why are we here?" "I want to buy you something, and they only have it here." "I'm not going in there with you." "I think that you should. You never know what I might come out with." "I'll take my chances." I sit nervously as he walks in, and it seems like forever before he returns holding a large bag. "What did you get?" "You'll see." He drives me home, and follows me into the house. I sit on the couch. He sits beside me, and pulls a red lace teddy out of the bag handing it to me. I look at it holding it up. It's sheer, and soft. He hands me a matching red lace thong, and tells me to try it on. I take it into the bathroom, and put it on. It fits snug, and makes my breasts bulge out of the top. I slip on the thong, and head back to him. He looks me over closely, and has me turn to see it from all angles voicing his approval. I feel his hands touching my ass, and feeling my breasts. I am finding myself getting turned on as he gawks at me. "You're missing one thing." He says reaching into the bag. I watch as he pulls out an egg looking thing. Pulling me closer I feel his hand on my crotch. I moan as he pulls my thong to the side. I feel him push the egg into my vagina, and then replace the thong. He then pulls out a small box, and flips a switch. I feel vibrating inside of me making my legs shake. It's a low vibration that makes me feel so good. It begins to pulse filling me with want. I stand there the best I can as he pulls out a black mini skirt, and a white sheer lacy blouse that's damn near see through. "I hope you like your presents?" I feel the thing in me vibrated faster, and I fall to my knees moaning in pleasure. I hear him laugh as waves of pleasure course through me as the egg elicits a small orgasm from me. "You seem to like that one." I feel the vibrations stop. I look up at him sitting there in front of me smiling as he holds the controller. "You better get ready for work, but I want you to do one thing for me." "What?" I ask. "I want you to leave that in until tomorrow. Can you do that for me?" "I suppose, but why?" "Because I want you to. You better get dressed before you're late." I hurriedly go to the bathroom, and change into my work clothes. I slip on a one piece dress before he walks in by me. Again he takes my bra, and hands me a white crotchless thong to wear. I take it from him, and put it on. We walk to the door, and he grabs me. He pulls me tight, and kisses me deeply. "I'll be thinking of you." He says as he walks out in front of me. I go to work beaming once more, and my coworkers take notice again. The night flies right by even though I can feel the egg inside of me putting pressure on my vaginal walls. About an hour before quitting time my boss comes out and announces that she is going to buy at the bar for whoever wants to go out tonight since she won a good sum at the casino. I call home, and clear it with my husband before confirming. About fifteen minutes before it's time to go I feel the vibrations begin in my crotch making my legs shake. I hold back the best I can until it stops, but then a few minutes later it starts again. Only more intensely. I feel my crotch fill with anticipation and excitement. I shut down my computer just in time to see Bruce walking out of my boss' office smiling at me. The vibrations stop as everyone walks out to their cars. I ride with Bruce, my boss, and another coworker. Bruce drives, and in a few minutes we are all sitting around a table chatting. The drinks flow freely until late, and as I go for another round the buzz inside me begins again right when I surrounded by a bunch of guys. A moan escapes me before I can hold it back, and I feel myself get wet instantly. It starts out as a low vibration, and grows as it pulses. It gets hard for me to even stand, and I feel my wetness begin to run down my leg. I make it back to the table with the drinks hoping that the guys didn't notice. I swear that they knew, and heard it just by the way that they were looking at me. I lose the conversation as the egg vibrates and pulses bringing me so close to orgasm before slowing back down. It feels so good, but leaves me wanting more. I don't even notice when everyone leaves. I am soon left with just Bruce as my ride. "How do you like it?" "It's torture." "I'll let you finish if you can beat me at a game of pool." "Deal." He racks the table, and I break getting stripes right off. The game wears on as the egg vibrates at the right times to make me miss a few shots. Then as the eight ball remains with four solids he ups the bet. "I want something that I've wanted from you for a while if I win." "And if you don't?" I say fighting back a moan. "If you win I'll let you finish. If I win I want your sweet backside." "Deal." I say knowing that the odds are against him. He shoots, and sinks two of the four balls. Then I go. I try to time the shot with the egg. I line things up, and just as I'm shooting it vibrates. I moan loud as it catches me off guard. I fall to the table as it vibrates fast inside of me. Then it stops, and I watch as he sinks the last two solids. I begin to regret my drunken bet, and pray that he misses. Then he does. I sigh as I line up the shot. I call the pocket, and shoot just before the egg vibrates once more. I clench my teeth as my crotch tingles with pleasure, and I watch the eight ball bounce off the rail. It rolls so slowly until it falls right into the corner pocket. The egg stops just as the ball drops. I sigh as he laughs. "Too bad you called the other corner. I win." He walks up behind me, and wraps his arms around me kissing my head. "Don't worry babe. I'll be gentle. Just remember to relax." He pushes me face down onto the table, and I feel my dress lift up over my hips. His cock presses against my ass cheeks just as the egg goes off again. He spreads my feet apart before holding my ass cheeks apart through the crotchless underwear. I look up to see all of the guys at the bar gathering around watching us. Then the egg speeds up making me moan. He presses against my asshole with his cock, and I feel myself opening up around him. It stretches wide, and feels like it's pulling apart, but the pain is offset by the vibrations in my vagina. I feel him pull out, and wipe spit onto my hole and his dick before he pushes it back in. I moan as the pressure builds in my ass as my sphincter fends him off. He begins to slide in and out just as the pulses begin to intensify in my vagina. I feel my ass slowly giving way until his dick pops into me making me moan loudly. The guys gathered around begin to cheer, and Bruce begins to fuck my ass rhythmically. I feel the egg vibrating hard in me nonstop, and the feelings are intense. The pain in my ass is being offset entirely by the pleasure in my pussy. Feeling his cock plunging my guts feels so strange, but oddly pleasurable. I feel a pressure build inside of my chest, and a pressure in my lower half. It slowly grows making my moans grow with it. I can hear all of the guys cheering Bruce on, and see a few recording it. Then out of nowhere I feel myself explode with pleasure as an orgasm ravages me. I almost scream from the sheer bliss, and the feeling in my ass amplifies. I can feel my ass gripping on his dick as the waves shoot through me. Pulsing, and quivering I lay there as he uses my ass. My orgasm lasts for a while before I feel him push deep into me. He groans as his cum fills my rectum. It feels so hot as it fills my guts, and feeling his cock throbbing against my sphincter feels so good. Turning off the egg he holds his cock deep as we come down from our highs together. I feel his cock soften inside of me, and then fall out with a string of cum chasing it. I lay there as he spreads my cheeks watching his cum leaking out of my well fucked ass and leak down over my crotch before dripping to the floor. I look back to see a bunch of guys recording me, and then Bruce pulls my dress back down before standing me up. He holds me close kissing me. "One of your fantasies could come true right now, or not? It's up to you. Hand me the egg, or we can just go home? You decide." I look him in the eye, and feel myself slipping away in a drunken state of stupidity. The next thing I know I am handing him the egg. He kisses me, and tells me to have fun. I watch him step back, and let him pull my dress up over my head stripping me except for the thong. He sets the dress beside me kissing me once more as he sits me on the pool table. I lay back, and feel my underwear pulling down my legs. Then I feel hands all over me. A dick enters me, and fucks me fast and deep. My hand is wrapped around another, and I stroke it. Soon both of my hands are full, and the guy fucking me is grunting as he seeds my pussy. I am rolled onto a guy that lays beside me, and I straddle his cock. As I fuck him another guy slips into my ass double fucking me. I've never felt so full in my life. I orgasm quickly, and hard. They aren't far behind me adding to what was already inside of me. They pass me around for hours fucking me, and filling me. Some even finish on me. I orgasm over and over feeling myself being free. By the time they finish with me I am exhausted, sore, and thoroughly satisfied. Bruce helps me to the car, and I sit on my dress in the passenger seat. Then the guilt resumes as I realize what I had just done. I begin to cry. "Don't cry babe. You were magnificent. I am so glad to see you free and happy. You are such a great person. I wish you could be mine forever." His words helped some, but the feelings were heavy. "I'm such a slut. I have to tell my husband" He stops the car, and turns to me. "You don't have to, and you won't. This is our secret, and you need it just as much as I want it. You are mine for all I care, and I will care for you. I will protect you, and I will be here for you. I don't care if you want to hear it or not. You are mine from her on out." "I'm not yours. I don't belong to anybody." "Exactly. Remember that. You don't belong to anybody. But you can be free with me, and that accounts for something." He resumes driving, and brings me to his place in silence. He leads me to the shower, and turns the water on before leading me in. He quickly joins me, and soaps me off. I feel so dirty, but his touch feels so good. He kisses me, and then rinses me. Then he dries me off, and hands me a dress. I put it on, and look at it in the mirror. It's a black evening dress with a deep neckline, and a slit right up the sides baring my hips and sides. The slit is held together by thin strips of lace that matches the bodice. It's very sexy, and revealing. "It looks great on you." He says. "Now, let's get you home, and then you can wear it Saturday night when we go out." "I might have to work." "Not this weekend. This weekend you are going out with me." He drops me off at home where I change quick, and crawl into bed with my husband who's snoring. I fall fast asleep, and wake refreshed a few hours later to my alarm. I get everyone off, and then text Bruce asking what he's planning for Saturday? "Don't worry your pretty little head over it. Just plan to be gone all night." I sit back relaxing letting my mind wander, and hope that I don't regret getting myself into this. |
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Great story. I completely enjoyed it. Prof10001 Swing by my blog!
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Indeed a very great piece of writing, I have read many stories but this was way different from the ones I read. I enjoyed it to the core.
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10/23/2017 6:34 am |
I really enjoyed this story. You are an amazing writer and your writing brings out long wanted passion.
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You still have that way of luring me in with you stories and your wild imagination! Once again I am gifted with another great story, written by the hottest lady on this site. ...\8
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10/30/2017 5:40 pm |
Loved your story and can't wait to see what happens Saturday night. You are a great story teller. Keep up the good work.
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3/31/2018 8:06 am |
Really great writing, and very visual - thank you!
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Great writing!!!
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Great story, beautifully written. You writing is very moving and heart warning. Thank you for posting it. XOXO
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