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She Gave In

By: Strangetwist



Sarah was a typical young mom in her mid-twenties: two kids in school and a marriage gone flat. She was still good looking, but lacked confidence. Money was also tight, which was why she was glad to find a job as a clerk at a local bottling plant. Unfortunately, the plant was located on the other side of town and the bus connections meant it took more than an hour to get to work and even longer to get back. She was glad to meet a co-worker who lived close by and was willing to give her a ride.

Andy was a few years younger than her and single. He had rugged good looks and was lots of fun to be with. Andy took care of maintaining the production line so his shift ran a little longer than others. Sarah would wait for him to finish and they would walk to Andy's old pickup truck. More than once, Sarah caught herself thinking about what it would be like to be intimate with Andy, but then she told herself that she was too old. She didn't ask Andy's opinion, but if she had, she would have found that he had quite different ideas. She was all he thought about.

One summer afternoon, as they walked toward the truck, the two of them started kidding around and Andy ended up tickling Sarah. Sarah ran away into in a field beside the parking lot. Andy gave chase, catching her in the tall grass just as she stumbled and fell. He reached out to break her fall and, by accident, ended up falling on top of her so that they were brought face to face. Their eyes met. For an instant both of them froze. Then Andy brought his face closer and looked for a reaction. Sarah did not pull away. Andy then leaned in and gave Sarah a single soft kiss. Thrilled to find herself once again the object of a man's desire, she decided to give in to the pleasure offered by this young hunk ... so long as things didn't go too far. After a few minutes, she then encouraged Andy, first wrapping her arms around him and then slipping him her tongue. 

It took her by surprise when Andy broke their embrace and apologized for taking advantage of the situation. Sarah fought the urge to pull Andy back down to her, but with her hands she continued to caress him. When he returned the favour, placing his hand on her hip, Sarah could feel her heart beating in her chest and she could feel herself starting to melt a little down below.

After a few minutes, though, Andy took charge and said that they had better get going, Reluctantly, Sarah picked herself up, dusted herself off and walked with Andy back to the truck. They drove in silence back to Sarah's neighbourhood but a couple of blocks short of her house, Andy pulled the truck to the side of the road. He then leaned over and tried to give Sarah another kiss. "Not here, someone might see us." she said. Sarah could have said "No" but she chose to say "Not here." 

The next day Andy picked Sarah up at the usual time. As they drove off, he reached out with his hand to caress hers. She didn't pull back. A few blocks later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her toward hm. Again, there was no protest. Sarah knew she was being naughty. She knew this was no way for a married woman to behave. Later, stopped at a traffic light, Andy pulled her tight to him, turned her face toward him and planted a kiss on Sarah's lips. She offered no resistance. Instead, she responded with her tongue and reached a hand around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Too soon they were at work, but they agreed that they would get together during the lunch break.

When the lunch whistle sounded, they met at the pickup and, to avoid prying eyes, Andy drove to a deserted lot a few blocks away and parked about a hundred yards off the road near the shade of a tree. Andy then got out of the truck, grabbed a blanket and spread it, inviting Sarah to lie down. Lie down she did ... on her back and she beckoned him to join her. They were soon locked in a passionate embrace. It came as no surprise to Sarah when Andy's hands began to wander a little. She found that she was eager for his touch, so much that she guided his hand under her blouse. Andy surprised her with his patience. Although he caressed her mid-riff, he resisted the temptation of her breast and continued to focus his attention on kissing Sarah's mouth, face and neck. This created in Sarah a pent-up desire that she could barely control. When she urged him to go further, he said "Not now, we have to get back to work."

Sarah found the afternoon shift long and couldn't wait to get back together with Andy, but when the shift was over, Andy insisted that he had another engagement. Disappointed, Sarah climbed into the truck and they drove off. Without any encouragement from Andy, Sarah drew herself close and let her hands wander under Andy's shirt. From the bulge in his pants, she could see clearly enough the effect this was having on him, but when she asked if he wanted to park somewhere for a while, he said "No, not now. I've got to see my brother about something." As she climbed out of his truck, however, Andy made a point of instructing her that tomorrow he wanted her to go bra-less. 

This instruction immediately made Sarah tingle down below. It also caused Sarah some distress. She wanted to please Andy, but after nursing two kids, her breasts were ample but no longer taut and her nipples were prominent, especially when she went bra-less. How was she going to get out of the house dressed like that without her husband noticing? Also, while she wanted to look good for Andy, she didn't really want to attract attention from the other men at the plant. Sarah figured she would solve the problem by wearing a bra out of the house. She would then take it off in the truck. She also wore a loose-fitting T-shirt, thinking that this way her nipples might not show too much.

The next day, when Andy picked her up, he complemented her on her looks, as he always did, but after five or six blocks, he pulled over and expressed disappointment with the fact that she had ignored his request to go bra-less. She told him she would fix that and proceeded to remove the bra ... in that way that women do without revealing anything. Acting like a slut, she then tucked herself right up beside him. He then gave her a long, wet kiss before getting the truck rolling again. With her body nestled against his, he spent the rest of the ride into work caressing her hair, her face and her neck, telling her how beautiful she looked. Occasionally he would caress the side of her breast through the fabric of the T-shirt. By the time they were parked, Sarah's panties were wet and she was filled with lust.

When they got to work, Sarah was hoping that Andy would let her put her bra back on, but he insisted that he wanted to see how the other men in the lunch room would react to her being bra-less. She and Andy had already agreed that, while at the plant, it would be better if they remained distant. As Andy expected, Sarah attracted a lot of attention. To her surprise, Sarah found that she rather enjoyed it. 

The line needed repair work that day so Sarah and Andy couldn't get together for very long at lunch. When they did, Andy told her that his brother Jeff would be meeting them after work to switch vehicles. Jeff apparently needed the pickup and had agreed to lend Andy his panel van.

At the end of the shift, as Sarah and Andy walked toward the pickup, Sarah saw Jeff for the first time. He was a little older than his brother and every bit as handsome. When Andy introduced them, Jeff said "So this is the married friend you've been telling me about! You're right. She is beautiful. Bra-less too I see." Sarah blushed. "Where you two headed?" asked Jeff. Andy replied that he was about to take Sarah home but that first they were going to pick out some clothes for Sarah (which came as news to Sarah). Then he asked Jeff if he wanted to come along. Jeff agreed. Sarah said nothing.

Andy guided Sarah to the van and helped her in. Jeff followed in the pickup. Sarah noticed that the back of the panel van was empty apart from a few blankets and cushions. Half-way home, Andy pulled into a local shopping centre and found a shady place to park. Jeff pulled alongside. 

Andy led Sarah into the Target store and walked her to the shoe section where he made her pick out some 3" black pumps. He insisted she wear them. He then walked her over to the clothing section and selected for her a tight-fitting scoop-neck T-shirt that he knew would display her cleavage very nicely. He also selected some tight-fitting jeans that would show off her long legs and fine ass. While she was changing, Andy told Jeff to pick out a few other outfits.

When Sarah emerged from the dressing room, she had just the slutty look that Andy liked in a woman. He called over his brother and the two of them admired this shameless wife, having her strike first one slutty pose and then another. Jeff discretely snapped a few pictures with his cell phone. Then Andy guided her back to the change room. This time he joined her. In that cramped cubicle, seeing how nervous she was, he kissed her and flattered her. Then he told her to lift her arms, and he slowly peeled off her T-shirt, revealing her breasts to him for the first time. As he showered her with kisses and played with her naked tits, he used his hand to manoeuvre her jean-clad legs so that one foot came to rest on the change stool. She did not resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Andy, kissed him, and whispered "Touch me." Andy felt her widen her legs. He then moved his hand down and began stroking the inside of her thigh until finally his hand made contact with her crotch. Sarah let out a low moan and he cupped her and applied rhythmic pressure. She then began rubbing her cunt against Andy's hand, slowly at first, then faster and faster. As she became more excited, her breathe came in snatches. 

After a few minutes, Sarah pulled Andy close and whispered "I want you to fuck me."

"What?" asked Andy.

"I want you to fuck me right here and right now," breathed Sarah.

"Not here, Sarah, and not just yet," replied Andy.

Andy then broke off the kiss and instructed Sarah to remove her jeans. A moment later, she stood before Andy wearing nothing but her pink panties. She looked magnificent, her legs long and shapely, her breasts sitting proud on her chest, her face filled with animal desire. When he made he put the heels back on, she became irresistible. He had wanted to take things a little more slowly with Sarah but he couldn't resist the temptation to kiss this beautiful, nearly naked and very willing MILF one more time. With his hand he again urged her thighs apart. Again, he brought his hand up to meet her crotch, and again she ground herself into him and moaned. This time he really let her indulge her desires and heard her breath grow short. He could also feel her wetness. She held him close. With each animal thrust she said in a hushed but urgent voice "Yes. Yes. Yes." Sarah had never, ever been this excited before. Just as she was nearing her climax, Andy withdrew his hand. "Please," she begged.

"Soon Sarah," he promised. Then she heard him call out "Jeff, get in here and tell me how you think Sarah looks in this outfit." Before Sarah could react, Jeff had entered the cubicle. "She loves to be kissed," Andy told his brother. "Go ahead and kiss her. She's fantastic." 

Sarah's head was spinning. There she was, a married woman, standing nearly naked in front of two young studs. One she desperately wanted to fuck. The other, every bit as handsome, was pulling her nearly-naked body toward him with the intention of kissing her and then fondling her. 

She then heard Jeff order Andy to leave the room. When he was gone, she found herself alone with Jeff and locked in an embrace. She felt his hands roving all over her body. At first she offered some resistance, but not for long. Then she felt Jeff's hand slip inside her panties and start to play with the folds of her vagina. Jeff then slipped the panties from her body, leaving her completely naked. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she found herself spreading her legs and surrendering herself to him.

Jeff loved the feeling of a married woman completely under his control. Then he inserted a finger into her vagina and explored her, looking for her G-spot. She responded by rhythmically thrusting her hips forward. He soon found the walnut-like object and began stroking it. Sarah had never felt anything like it before and was overtaken by the sensation. Her breath was now coming in short sharp gasps and she felt an orgasm building within her with a power unlike anything she had even felt before. She tried to muffle the sound. What really took Sarah by surprise, though, was the fact that she ejaculated a stream of clear liquid. She didn't even know that was possible! It took a few minutes before Sarah's legs stopped quivering.

Before he left, Jeff helped her get into one of her new outfits. Whatever she wore, she had the perfect slut wife look. Then Jeff gave her one last kiss, told her she was beautiful and that he wanted to see her again soon. Then he left. It fell to Andy to pay for his purchases and lead an unsteady and dishevelled Sarah back to the van. He drove her home in silence. Realizing that she couldn't enter her house dressed like a slut, Sarah asked Andy to park the van about a hundred yards up the street from her house. Andy then joined Sarah as she climbed into the back of the van to change. He then instructed her to strip down to her panties before changing into her own clothes. This gave him a chance to see her beautiful long legs again. He told her to lie on her back with her legs apart and fondle herself. Fuck she was a beautiful woman. 

Again he couldn't resist the temptation. Before returning her to her husband and their children, he wanted to play with her one last time, this time in the back of the van. At first Sarah was reluctant, mainly because she was exhausted, having been brought to the edge that day by Andy and then having been propelled to the most powerful orgasm of her life by Jeff. But gradually Andy's charm got the better of her and they embraced. As their passion grew, Andy heard her whisper "I want you to fuck me." Andy debated what he should do and decided to take things a step farther. "Your panties, Sarah, take them off." They were gone in a flash and there, spread before Andy was the most beautiful, and certainly the most willing, woman he was ever likely to see. She whispered that he should take off his clothes. Instead, Andy removed his shirt, then kneeled between her open legs and began to lick Sarah's delicious wet cunt. Sarah had never been licked in that way before, with such delicate skill, nor could she resist the temptation to reach down, grab Andy's head and pull him forward so as to make full contact with her thrusting pelvis and now-stiff clitoris. Then he inserted a pair of fingers into her and began to stroke her G-spot. Andy heard Sarah's husky voice rhythmically call out "Yes. Yes. Yes" with every thrust of her hips and he again felt her climax approaching. Should he let her come with him for the first time now, or should he keep her waiting? Feeling completely wicked, he said "Not yet, Sarah, not yet." He then pulled away and tried to calm her down. Her hips bucked madly. Andy could see her body go stiff reach as it reached for a climax by itself ... unsuccessfully. "You can't get me to that point and leave me hanging, Andy," she hissed. "It's not fair. It's not right. Drive me to a hotel room and fuck me!" 

Andy was delighted. This was working out way better than he had hoped. "Not now, Sarah. I've got things to do. Your husband is expecting you, and so are your kids. Get dressed and go be with them. I'll see you in the morning. I'll arrive early, so be ready. By the way, tonight, shave your legs real smooth."

The next morning as soon as Sarah got in the van, Andy told her that if she really wanted to get fucked that evening, she would need to cooperate by wearing one of the outfits and putting on a show for the boys at the plant. Sarah thought about saying no, but instead nodded and said "You promise." 

Once the van was stopped, Andy had Sarah climb into the back and he instructed her to strip naked. After admiring her body and complementing her as always, he took some suntan oil and proceeded to massage it into every inch of her beautiful body. Some parts received more attention than others. He gave her a good finger-fucking, but again he pulled away just as she was approaching orgasm. He wanted her to be lustful, not relieved. He then had her put on a short black skirt with matching panties. Then he made her put on a blouse, under which Sarah was told to wear no bra. Then he made her put on a black velvet choker. Andy made Sarah unbutton the blouse so that her cleavage was clearly on display. To complete the slutty image, on went the pumps and make-up. She was fucking gorgeous.

That day, Sarah was the talk of the plant. All the workers noticed her. They looked for every excuse possible to leave the bottling line and go visit her in the office. They invented excuses. They went without excuses. Never in her life had Sarah caused such a commotion. Secretly, she loved it.

By the end of the day, Sarah was ready to be fucked and tired of waiting. Yet there she found herself, in the parking lot, dressed like a tramp and waiting for Andy's shift to end. To her surprise, Jeff drove up. He got out of the pickup truck, made his way over to Sarah and told her she was the hottest looking woman he had ever seen. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her. Unsure of how to respond to Jeff's advances, but absolutely sure of one thing, she kissed him back. Then Jeff said "Sarah, get in the van."

She Gave Jim's Pussy to Another Man



Today started off like any other week day. I got up and got my husband and the kids off to work and school. I had the day all to myself and really had made no plans to do anything. After checking my email, I found out that I needed to do something. I chose to read some stories in Literotica. Those stories always make we horny and wet. After reading some about the husbands wanting their wives to fuck other men, my pussy was soaking wet and I needed to have some orgasms. I have several vibrators that I use just for that.. 

Jim, my husband of twenty three years, has been cheating on me. I know for certain from the dirty talk when we have foreplay, I know he is. He hasn't just started cheating on me either. I think he is guilty because he wants me to do the same things other wives are doing in the stories I read.

Its every time we make love, he tells me that he wants me to let another man fuck me. Jim told me that he has never turned down the chance to fuck another woman. Married, divorced, separated, or single woman, he said it didn't matter to him. He just likes to fuck.

I was a virgin on my wedding night. Lately I have been thinking about letting another man fuck me. Sure, I think about having sex with another man. I think about it almost every day, mostly I think about it when I have one of my vibrator inside of me. As I type this, I am thinking about another man in my bed fucking me with a long dick pounding my pussy..

These vibrators get the job done to a point. I can have as many orgasms as I want. A long hard dick sure would feel good right now. I like to feel it when Jim cums inside of me. I like that feel of cum inside of my pussy after we have made love. 

Jim says he wants a cream pie. Only way I can ever give him one is to let another man fuck me. I am ready to let another man have some of Jim's pussy. First let me get finished with this orgasm I am about to have with this vibrator and I will tell you more. 

I didn't get up today and just decide to let another man fuck me. It all came to a head this past weekend, when my husband went down to the river to cook and drink beer with some of his friends. With Jim, there was four more men there. One of them was a black man that help Beth's husband, Lee, on his farm.. They told all their wives they would be cooking fish and drinking beer. What they didn't tell us was that Beth was also going to be there.

They had their fun and Beth did too. Word got back to the other wives and me that they all had fucked Beth. That was the reason she was invited in the first place. They knew that she would let all of them fuck her. She even let the black man, Jethro fuck her. Lee was out of town at a farmer's auction and she was free last Friday night to show up at the river with Jethro. 

The place at the river has a grill, concrete picnic table, and running water. Word I got was that Beth had brought a blanket to put down over the table. Beth had laid down on the table, spread her legs, and as the men stood on the ground with their pants around their ankles, they each fucked her. During the night each of the men fucked her at least twice. The next morning she was fucked again before they packed up and came home.

Only thing that bothered me about hearing about this was the fact that Beth was a good friend of mine. I know Jim is cheating on me and has been most of our marriage. But, I never thought that he would ever fuck one of my friends. That help me make up my mind that I needed another dick besides his. "You can be sure that I will never fuck one of your friends." Jim has told me before. Now, I find out that not only has he fucked Beth, but he has also fucked most of my female friends. Some of my female coworkers has had his dick and more than one time. 

I knew I had to find somebody to fuck me. Not only that, I wanted another man's dick in me. For to long I have put up with Jim's cheating on me. I love him very much and I know he loves me. Jim called it, just having sex. It was time for me to go and just have sex. He wants me to fuck because he is guilty himself. Now, I know a whole lot about his sex life that doesn't include me. I could punish him and not let him touch me, but he would still get it from somewhere else. I would be the one not getting any. I will fuck just to show him I can put out to another man. I am so tired of him saying that no man will ever get "His Pussy. Today another man is going to get his pussy. 

I have had dreams of Tim fucking me.. I think of Tim every time I use my vibrators. He's on my mind when I use my toys to have orgasms, even at work during the day. I have wondered how long and thick of a dick he might have. Not to lie, I have wanted Tim's dick in me for a long time. I just couldn't give in to let another man fuck me, until yesterday.

I was going from one department to another yesterday when I met Tim going into the same elevator as me.

"Hi Sue". Tim said.

"Hi, I haven't seen you for awhile." I said.

"What floor or you going to?" Tim had asked me.

"All the way." I said.

"Ok, Sue I would like to go all the way with you." Tim had said.

"You mean all the way to the top floor, or something else?" I asked.

"Something else Sue." "I would like to go all the way with you and fuck you." Tim had said.

"Yes you can fuck me." I had said. 

"What about tomorrow?" He had asked.

"Tomorrow would be great. I am off of work." I said.

"I will call you with the details of the place to meet me." He said as the elevator was almost to the top floor.

Before the door opened he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back probing his mouth with my tongue. 

The door opened and I got off. He remained in and went back down. Tim had made we wet and I went to the nearest bathroom. Getting into a stall, I pulled my pants down, my panties were soaked. I knew I wanted Tim to fuck me.

That had been yesterday. Last night as Jim and I made love, I thought of Tim fucking me. Jim thought the reason I had a strong orgasm was because of him. It wasn't, I was thinking about meeting Tim and letting him fuck me.

Tim had called before I left work. I was to meet him at the Holiday Express today at ten, room 212. He also gave me the direction there. Looking back, I had thought about how quick I had answered Tim when he asked me to fuck. That's the way it is, I guess, when a man that's been on your mind as much as he has been on mine. I knew I wanted to feel his hard dick in me. The hotel room was the best place to go. There would be plenty of room and a lot of time for sex. I wish it had been yesterday. I was ready for him to fuck me.

It was time to shower and get dressed. This was it, no turning back now, I had to have this experience one time. Somehow, I knew it would be more than one time. I have dreamed about having another dick, sucking another dick, letting another man have my body. In two hours I would be getting Tim's dick in me.

After taking a shower, I chose not to wear any panties under my skirt. The skirt I chose to wear could be taken off very easy. Choosing a revealing top, with no bra, I put my shoes on and fixed my hair and makeup. 

I have read in one of the stories in Literotica about a woman that said she always carried a fuck bag with her. After reading that story, I had got my own fuck bag ready. I had packed it with condoms, wipes, change of clothes, makeup, perfume, compact, and other stuff. One thing I didn't think I needed was a small black address book, I did get one and its in my bag now. Taking my panties and bra, I put them in my bag. Grabbing my keys and purse, I went to my car to drive to the hotel.

I had a twenty minute drive to the hotel. As I drove, I thought about the times Jim might have left the house to go meet one of his women at the hotel. Probably the same hotel I was going to. Might even have been the same room. Jim was fucking around on me, he had fucked one of my friends. The men hadn't even tried to hide the fact that word would get out about them fucking Beth. He acted like he didn't care if I knew or not. 

Driving along the road, I thought about Tim. I was going to finally get what I had been dreaming and thinking about for so long. My pussy was already wet from thinking about him fucking me.

I drove into the parking lot of the hotel. Seeing Tim's big black truck, I parked beside of it. Getting out of my car, I looked into Tim's truck. It had a long straight seat in the front. How many women has he screwed on those seats, parked in a secluded place in the woods. 

Knocking on the door, I was a little nervous. Not because of Tim, I knew Tim from work and he had always been nice to me. I was nervous because I really didn't know what to expect. Would he like my body, since I have put on a few pounds. Would I be able to really have sex with him? Could I actually go through with meeting a man other than my husband for sex in a hotel room?

Tim open the door and invited me in. He had a towel tied around his waist. I went in and turned toward him as I heard him close the door and lock it. All my nervousness was soon gone as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. 

I kissed him back, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I felt his hands on my skirt as he undid the button to my skirt and unzipped it. It fell to the floor as I backed up and removed my blouse. He looked at me and untied the towel. The towel fell to the floor and I looked down at his semi hard dick. Not even hard, his dick was long and thick. I knew I had made the right choice in coming here. I wanted his dick in the worse way, I didn't think anything about cheating, feeling guilty, or anything like that. I just knew I wanted to get his dick hard and to get on the bed.

"Thanks for coming." Tim said.

"Thanks for asking me." I said.

"I have some bourbon and coke." " Would you like some?" "It will help you to relax some." Tim was saying.

I was looking at his dick as he went across the room to make the drinks. "Thanks." I said.

"How long can you stay with me?" Tim asked.

"I can stay as long as you want me to stay, I don't have any place to go except back home." I said.

"Good, I will take my time and this will be an enjoyable experience for you." I like to satisfy a woman when I have sex with her." He said.

"I already like what I see." I said.

"Yes, but I like a lot of foreplay, giving and receiving." Tim said as he gave me my drink.

"This is really good, strong, but good." I said, wishing he would get started with some kind of foreplay. I sure needed for him to touch me.

Tim went over to the bed and turned the covers back. "Let's get started shall we." He said as he motioned me into the bed.

Tim took me into his arms and began to kissed me deep with his tongue exploring my mouth. I felt his hands on my breast and nipples. He surely was taking his time and I was enjoying this. Releasing my lips, he bent down and put one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it.

I felt Tim's hand move down my stomach and around my bush. I keep it neatly trimmed and short. It felt good as his finger went to my slit. He explored with his finger and at the same time he kept sucking my nipples. 

Feeling his hard dick against my leg I tried to put my hand around it. His dick was hard and very long and thick. He was about three inches longer and much thicker than Jim's dick. It had to be at least eleven inches long. I wondered if I would be able to take this massive dick into me. From the way Tim was eating my pussy, I knew he was very experienced in satisfying a woman. Each movement was very slow, and he was in no hurry. I wasn't either, I had waited and longed for this meeting with this man for a long time. This was already better than what I had dreamed about. 

As I felt Tim's tongue continue to explore my slit, I was very aroused and was nearing an orgasm. I put my hands on his head as I had a very strong orgasm.

"I'm cummmiiinnnggg!!!!!!!!!" I said as I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his neck.

"Wow, you sure do taste good." He said as he retrieved a towel and wiped his face off.

Tim rolled over onto his back beside of me. I reached for his hard dick and began to lower my head down towards it. I held his dick with one hand and saw the pre cum in the slit of his dick. It tasted good as I lowered my mouth over his dick. He was thick and I knew this would be a slow process. Inch by inch, I took more of his dick into my mouth. My mouth stretched to get his dick deeper into my mouth. Up and down, I went down his shaft, taking more dick into my mouth each time. I knew I wouldn't be able to take all of him down my throat.

'Baby that feels really good." Tim said as he put his hands on my head.

I knew how to suck a dick very well and I loved to suck dick Jim had patience as he taught me the right way to suck his dick. I would swallow most every time I sucked Jim's dick. 

"That's enough for right now, baby.' Tim was saying as my thoughts came back into the room.

I released his dick and rolled over onto my back as Tim looked down at me.

"This is my first time with another man besides my husband." I told him as I looked into his eyes.

"Really, you haven't had but one dick?" He asked.

"I am forty two years old and never had but one dick." I said.

"Thanks for letting me do the honors of being your second man." I'll take it slow and you will enjoy it." He said.

"Yes, you are longer and thicker than my husband." I said.

"Wow, I can't believe that I am going to fuck a forty two year old married woman that hasn't had but one dick." He said.

"Well you are, I have had dream of you fucking me. I want your dick in me." I said.

"Do I need to use a condom?" He asked.

"Not today, not only do I want your dick in me, I also want to feel it when you cum in me. I can't get pregnant." " I have some condoms if you want to use one." I said.

"No, but I guess you want me to take it slow and easy." Tim said.

"Yes, If you don't mind. Like I said you are longer and much thicker than my husband." I said.

"You want have any problem taking all of my dick." Let me know when you are ready." Tim said.

"I am ready now, fuck me Tim." I said as I looked into his eyes.

"I like when a woman tells me that." He said as he got between my legs. 

Tim positioned himself between my legs and placed my legs upon his shoulders. I felt the head of his dick enter my slit. There's was no turning back now as I felt him lean forward and shoved most of his dick into me.

"I have about seven inches in you now." "I will pull out and give you a little more each time until you have all of my dick in you." He said as he placed one of his hands on my shoulders.

Tim's dick felt good inside of me, even though it felt like at first that he was ripping me apart. The pain gave away to pleasure as he continued to fuck me. He was deeper than Jim would ever go.

"Baby let me know when you want me to ram it all the way." He said.

"In a little bit, your dick feels good in me." Just a few more strokes and you can shove it all the way in." I said as put my arms around his shoulders.

"I will, but first I will change positions and squat between your legs so I will be able to get as deep as I can in you." Tim said.

" Ok, just fuck me hard, give it all to meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!" I said.

He withdrew his dick out of me and changed positions. 

"Fuck me and don't hold back." "Give my pussy a good pounding." I said.

He didn't hold back at all. On the first thrust, he buried his dick in me. I arched my back and met his thrust. I had taken every inch of his dick and now I wanted him to pound his dick into me. He held his dick in me for a few seconds and began to fuck me like I wanted him to.

Slow stokes at first that seemed to last for about five minutes. Each time going all the way in and then back out again. Faster and faster he began to fuck me. Sweat covered our bodies as he picked up the pace and began to fuck me harder and faster.. It was like he was trying to drive his dick into my belly. Each time I felt his nuts slap against my ass. I was nearing my first orgasm and I let him know it.

"Aaaarrrrggggghhhh I'mmmm ccuuuuummmmiiinnnggg!!!!!!!!! I said as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me.

He didn't say anything or even slow on his thrusting at all. It seemed like he had got a little faster as I felt his hard dick go in and out of me. There was no more pain from being stretched, it was pleasure as he continued the onslaught on my pussy. Jim had never lasted this long, it felt good and I didn't want it to end. Tim was already there as he fucked me really hard. He stopped and pulled back a little. 

"Mmmmmnnnnn!!!!!!!! I am cummmmiiinnggg!!!!!!!! Tim said.

He had stopped fucking me and was emptying his nuts deep inside of me. I felt his cum in me as he came and came. He had shot a big load in me, I felt some of it seep out of me. He held his dick in me and slowly withdrew his dick from me. He laid down beside of me and I saw his dick with his cum and my juices on it. It was slick with cum juice. 

"Let me clean you up some." I said as I lowered my mouth over his dick and began to lick the cum off of his dick. His dick was clean of cum when I finished with him. I felt his cum between my legs and the wet spot on the sheets.

"Thank you for letting me fuck you." He said.

"No, thank you for asking me to fuck." That was really good." I said as I leaned over him.

"If you don't have any place to go or be, I would like to rest some and fuck you again before you leave." He asked me.

"No I don't have any place to go. I came here for you to fuck me and you can fuck me again or any time you want to." I told him.

"Good. We will rest some and talk and I will fuck you again." He said.

"When you fuck me this time, I want it hard and rough right from the start. You took it easy because you are long and thick. This time I want you to fuck me really hard, fast, and rough." I said.

"Hard and rough, I can do that. I think I have made a new woman out of you." He said.

"You have, in more ways than one. From now on my husband will not be the only man fucking me. I want to get as much dick as I want. Another thing he is going to know that his pussy has been had by another dick." I told him as he sucked on one of my nipples.

" Wow, that's just what this town need is another married woman wanting to fuck. If you want plenty of dick, there are men that will fuck you as much as you want to be fucked." He said.

"When will you tell your husband that another man has had his pussy?" Tim asked.

"I don't really know, it might be tonight. It might be when I bring him a cream pie. He wants one so bad that I might just tell him before we make love one night." I said.

"I will be glad to fuck you one night and you can take the cream pie back to him." He said.

"Ok, that's a deal, he will get his first cream pie from you." I said.

"When?" "Or do you know yet?" Tim asked.

"Just whatever night will be best for you?" I asked.

"I am off this Friday night, why not come back to this same room around eight. We can fuck again and you can take him back a fresh cream pie." He said.

"This room, how do you know for sure that you can get the same room again?" I asked. "This is my room to use as I want to. I know the owner and she rents this room to me. Its never cleaned except by me. This is the place I do my fucking except at home when I am banging my wife." Tim said.

"Your wife know you have this room?" I curiously asked wanting to know more.

"Karen ,my wife, knows I have this room, and she knows that I fuck other women here." He said.

"Including the owner of the hotel?" I asked.

"Yes, she's a married woman that likes to fuck also." "Karen and I have an agreement, she fucks whomever she wants to and I do to." "We both like to fuck other people, so we both know that the other one is, so it's a lot better like that than sneaking around to fuck.' "It saves a lot of time too, this way I don't have to spend time trying to find a place to take a woman to fuck." He said.




She Gave Jim's Pussy to Another Man



"Does Karen know I am with you here today?" I asked.

"She know I am here fucking somebody, she doesn't know your name." He said.

"Oh, by the way, why did you take so long to let another man fuck you?" Tim asked me.

"Marriage vows, I guess. The real reason is I love my husband so much that I didn't think I needed another dick but his. I have several vibrators that I used, then I realized that I was cheating on him with them. That might sound crazy, but they replaced the dick that I really wanted from other men. I would use them and think about other men fucking and cumming in me. I have used the vibrators and thought about you fucking me, hundreds of times." I said.

"So are you glad you gave in and let me fuck you?" He asked.

"I don't feel guilty at all. I am glad that I came today. You have given me more than the vibrators could ever give me. Cheating is cheating no matter what I get in my pussy. I will take a man's hard dick any time over a rubber dick. I want go back to using them. You have made a new woman out of me. More men are going to get a chance to fuck me." I said.

"With condoms, I hope." Tim stated.

"Yes, with condoms, I let you fuck me without one because I wanted to feel all of your dick in me and your cum." I said.

"It will be best if you can tell your husband as soon as you can. That way you want have to sneak around to fuck. Just agree not to ask to many questions about who he is fucking and who you are fucking. Karen doesn't ask me any questions about where I am going, or who I am doing it with. The same goes for me. If I feel like fucking one night, I will leave the house and tell her I will be back later. She does the same. Sometimes she may stay out until one or two in the morning. She know I will not question her about anything. Its better that way and it works too. That way you can meet and fuck whomever you want whenever you want to." Tim said.

"How is your love making at home or do you have any?" I asked.

"We still make love, its not like we both are out fucking somebody else every night of the week. Our lovemaking is really good. She's brought cream pies home to me. When she does I eat her pussy and she sucks my dick. Our foreplay is always good. We have good sex each time. We both know we can fuck others, but the best fucking is when we make love to each other." Tim said.

"Same here, about the foreplay and the love making, Jim and I have some good sex with each other." I said.

"It will be better now, go get a cream pie for Jim. Go back home and make love. I just bet Jim will eat you." He said.

"He says he wants one and that he will eat me when I bring him back a cream pie." I said.

"Friday night, do you want me to fuck you again?" He asked looking into my eyes.

"Yes." "I will let Jim know tonight when we make love that I will be going out and bringing him back a cream pie Friday night." I said. 

"Good, but right now my dick is hard and I surely would like to fuck you again." Tim said.

"Fuck me hard and rough, and don't hold back." I said.

Just like before he placed my legs on his shoulders. I arched my back as he drove his massive hard dick into me. He was all the way in on the first stroke. 

"Fuck me hard, baby, fuck me." I said.

He started fast and ended fast. His pounding of my pussy lasted longer than the first time, and I felt every stroke of his hard dick, as it went in fast and came back out slower. I arched and met his thrusts each time he drove into me. I had two orgasm this time, the last when I felt him cumming in me. We came together and held each other not wanting it to be over.

"I have enjoyed fucking you today." He said as he bit my ear lobe.

"Not as much as I have enjoyed it." This was better than I ever imagined that another dick would feel like." I said.

I got up and retrieved my fuck bag and got my panties and bra out. His cum was seeping out of me as I put on the panties. I knew they would be wet with cum juice before I got out of the parking lot. That was alright, I wanted them to be. I put on the bra, another blouse, pants, and shoes. 

I looked out the window before I opened the door to go to my car. There was a few men across the way in another parking lot. I might have come here dressed like a woman wanting to fuck, but I would be leaving dressed like a business woman. My attire didn't change the fact that I felt like a slut, a married slut that had just put out two times and been fucked twice by the same man.

I opened the door and went to my car as the men across from me whistled at me. It felt good to have another man's cum in me as I opened the car door, got in, and cranked the car. I left the parking lot knowing I would be back to Tim's room a lot more.

Jim was already at home when I got there. He opened the door and greeted me.

"You look tired and wore out." He said.

"Yes, I am tired." I said.

"I know exactly what you need.' He said.

"And what exactly do I need Jim?" I asked knowing what he was going to say.

"You need to let another man fuck you and give your pussy a good pounding." Jim said.

"Jim that's why I am so tired and worn out. I have took your advice and I have let another man with a thick eleven inch dick fuck me. Not once, but twice as I held up to finger and entered the house." I said.

"Really, its about time." He said as he turned his beer up and finished it.

"Don't believe me. Smell and feel of my panties." I said as I pulled them off and gave them to him.

"They smell like cum, and they are wet." "So you really did fuck this guy two times today?" Jim asked.

"You aren't the only one that can fuck." Like I said I took your advice and got me eleven inches of hard dick, not once but twice." I said as I made my way toward the shower.

"Do you have a cream pie for me?" He asked.

"You will get that Friday night, but today another man did fuck me. You wanted me to fuck, I did. Today another man had your pussy that you thought another man would never get." I said.

I entered the bathroom and took a shower. He was gone when I got out. There was a note on the table for me.

Baby, I love you and I know you love me. I am proud that you did finally get another dick today. Guess who called while you was in the shower? Some guy named Tim, he said that you had left your fuck bag in his hotel room. I have gone to get it for you. I want to meet the man that fucked you, If your fuck bag is really there, I will know for sure that you did fuck him. I might even shake his hand while I am there. Love Jim

To Be Continued...



She Gave Me a Laptop and...



Gentle reader: This is my response to a story by Selena Kittyn titled "If You Give a Writer a Laptop...." It is with her kind permission that I extend her story by including the husband's point of view. Enjoy.... 

Someone has been talking out of school and I strongly suspect it was my Dearly Beloved. She hasn't been able to keep her mouth shut for the past thirty-seven years so I'm not surprised that she's been blabbing to Selena Kittyn.

DB (Dearly Beloved) just happened to notice a garage sale on her way home from work a while back and being highly afflicted with the maladies of snoopitis and bargainism, she had to stop and investigate.

Strategically placed between clothes for little girls, ages four to six and a table lamp with a bent shade, was this nifty little laptop computer. The cord on the power supply was half-twisted in two and it needed a fresh set of rechargeable batteries but other than that, it was in great condition. Okay, so what if the cap-lock key wouldn't work and the space bar was just a little sticky. Those were minor things that really didn't matter anyhow. I just wish the screen was larger than a beer can. Yep, that's right. One can tall and one and a half cans wide. I really should have emptied the damn can before I measured the damn screen. Tab, Q, W, tilde, and the numbers 1, 2, and 3 now reside in Stickyville with the space bar.

"Why don't I use the new computer with all the whistles and bells that conveniently resides in the family room," you ask. I wouldn't dare! It has special programs on it that I might mess up. Spider Solitaire, 101 Bally Slots, Rainbow Web, Bratz-Rock Angelz, Secret of the Old Clock, CSI-Dark Motives, Mystery Case Files-Huntsville and about a dozen other programs that are much too complicated for a husband or a grandpa to understand. Ergo, the seventy-five dollar laptop was the perfect solution.

As for the word processing program, it didn't have one. No problem. A two-hour search of old computer CD's produced a copy of Office '97. I had it half loaded when I got this little 'error' message. My cheap laptop informed me that I was out of hard drive space. Damn! Oh, what the hell! It was obvious that a little trip to the computer fix-it shop was in order.

After a good five-minute laugh, they informed me they hadn't seen that model in years. They could solve my problem but it would be expensive. For five hundred and seventeen dollars, they would install a larger hard drive, update it from Windows '95 to Windows 2000, replace the battery-pack, repair the cord on the power supply, fix the cap-lock key and unstick the sticky keys. They would even fix it so it would work with the wireless modem for our DSL line. Or, I could go down to Wally World and buy a new one with a much larger screen for a little over four hundred dollars. I told them it was a present from my wife. That brought a look of sympathy and a promise to have it ready in two days.

As for the blank spot on the wall I'm always looking at, I think I have her fooled there. A little bit of caulking and a couple of drops of medium oak stain repaired the bullet hole quite nicely. You see, I had just managed to sneak onto the good computer one night while she was out with the girls at something they called a 'fun party' when I thought I heard a strange noise outside. I, being the man of the house and protector extraordinaire, grabbed my trusty twenty-two from the box it was locked in on the top shelf of the closet and made a dash for the front door while jamming a clip in it and jacking the slide back to load a round. 

That's when Fifi, our fluffy-white miniature guard poodle decided to get into the act. He sank his fangs into my shoelaces and I tripped, banging facedown onto the carpet. The damn gun went off and regrettably, the bullet missed the cat by almost two inches. He was sleeping soundly on top of the back of the couch. Well, needless to say, he woke up and headed for parts unknown by way of the window drapes. The drapes came down, the cat along with them and then Fifi managed to figure the real problem out all on his own. He unlocked his massive jaws from my shoestring and took off after the cat. I didn't have to say sic 'em even once. 

I carefully unloaded the gun and returned it to the lock-box on the top shelf of the closet. I was thinking maybe I should visit the local sporting goods store and trade the pistol for a good fishing pole and reel since this was the only time I had ever attempted to use it.

I found what I needed in the garage and was about to make repairs when there was a loud knock at the door. I opened it and there stood two police officers, wanting to know if I had heard any gunshots in the neighborhood. They then noticed the fallen drapes and the caulking gun in my hand and wanted to know what was going on. It was at this moment that the dog/cat fight moved from the kitchen to the bedroom. Fifi was running for dear life and kitty was in hot pursuit. I looked at the officers and shrugged my shoulders. There was that look of sympathy again. They left, in search of their own hot pursuit I assume. The fact that they were laughing didn't help my mood at all.

I had everything back to normal with minutes to spare. DB came prancing through the door, kissed me on the cheek and skipped off toward the shower, saying something about new technology being wonderful. I made a quick check of the area, picked the spent cartridge case up that was hiding under the coffee table, and went to bed. I'd sure like to know what those 'fun parties' are all about. I get ravaged every time after she's been to one and that night was no exception. It took three hours to wear her out, or wear me out, I'm not sure I remember which way it was. All I know for sure is: thank you, Viagra!

Anyhow, that explains the spot on the wall. The cat still hates me and I can understand why, he thinks I tried to kill him. Since that little incident occurred, he's taken to jumping up on my lap and then trying to sharpen his claws on my leg. He doesn't know it yet but he now has three strikes against him. 

Strike one is him doing his business in the garage right next to my car door. DB thinks it's funny. I don't know how many times I've had to wipe my shoes before I could get in the car and go to work. I tried to outsmart him but it didn't work. I parked my car in DB's spot and her car in my spot last week. Sure enough, he noticed and there was his little package waiting right by my door the next morning. DB didn't notice I had switched places with the cars and managed to enjoy kitty's little present. I'll tell you, I didn't know she used those kinds of words. I think she could teach drill sergeants how to swear.

Kitty's strike number two is his love song. The neighborhood is full of cats and it seems like there is always one around that needs a little loving. Kitty yowls to get out, yowls in the bushes under our bedroom window for half the night and then yowls to get back in.

Strike three is him using my leg as a scratching post. He goes to the vet next week. I'm sure his lack of claws will solve the scratching problem and the lack of something else under his tail will solve the problem with the love songs.

Okay, so what? I like to read Literotica. Actually, it's research. That's where I get ideas for my stories. If it wasn't for Literotica, all I would have left is the political boards. What is it with those idiots on the political boards anyway? I think some of them had to go to school to learn how to be so ignorant. They're always spouting off about conspiracy theories, crooked politicians, cheats, crooks, warmongers and a whole lot of other bad things. Why, they even make fun of the President. I won't stand for it! I tell 'em in no uncertain terms that Congress and the President are just good hard-working people with our best interests at heart. You wouldn't believe the names some of them call me.

You'd think, listening to DB, that I don't eat properly. Not true! I sneak out to eat quite often. It's not like DB doesn't keep the fridge well stocked because she does. The problem is, salami, bread, mustard and milk are the only things that are edible in there. If there is ever a national health food convention in this city, they'll eat here. Soy burger, diet this, healthy that, all of it tasteless, repulsive crap that even Fifi won't eat. I'm not sure about the cat though. After watching him chew on a bird carcass for three days, I think he'll eat anything. 

If there was ever such a thing as a conspiracy theory, it was hatched by the electricians who wired this house. I think they got their one tens mixed up with their two twenties and the result is the occasional pops, crackles, and smoke that comes from the kitchen light fixture. 

The only argument I've ever won with DB is the one we had over my old comic book collection. Some of them are approaching the age of antiques and will be valuable someday. I did have to agree to keep them in the basement though.

I keep telling her that it ain't the squirrels that are getting in the trash. It's the damn neighborhood cats, her kitty included. Believe me, there aren't any other critters that would eat the remains of that health food crap she insists on keeping around. I happen to like squirrels and I have a squirrel feeder I keep filled with corn and sunflower seeds for them. I wonder if I could buy a silencer for the pistol? I'm sure it wouldn't take all that long to thin the cat population down. Maybe not. With my luck, I'd miss the cat and hit one of my squirrels. I'll stick with the new fishing pole idea. Keep the neighborhood safe, that's my new motto. 

Oh yes, before I forget. DB is much too kind and polite, except for when she steps in kitty doo-doo. What I actually said was, "Mr. Anonymous: Kiss My Ass! You rank right up there with crabs, lice, warts, telemarketers and everything else unpleasant known to mankind." 

Well, I gotta check my e-mail but before I do, will someone please tell me what goes on at those 'fun parties' my Dearly Beloved attends. I'd really like to know. All I'm sure of is that they are for women only. There's a Viagra tablet and a glass of water on the kitchen counter so I know she's going to another one tonight.