He pulled his shirt over his head and then pushed his running shorts down his thighs, lifting his feet to free them from his shorts and his shoes. His cock was right there beside me, a few inches away. He took it in his hand and began to rub himself. I’d enjoyed watching Cal jack-off a few times. It was extremely erotic to see Richard pumping his cock.
“I like to watch you take your clothes off.” He said.
I pulled my sports bra up my arms and threw it to the side. Our eyes were locked together. He was watching me strip while playing with his cock. He wanted me. It fed my feminine ego to have this impressive man want me.
I kicked off my shoes and then pushed my shorts and panties to the floor. I stood before him naked while he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I’ll never forget having him look at me that way, with pure instinctive carnal desire.
I kissed him. I reached down replaced his hand on his cock with mine. I gently rubbed his man-muscle while our tongues tangled in our open-mouthed kiss. I felt the warmth in my crotch and moved against him, feeling his cock against my belly, his thigh pushing up between mine.
He turned me away from him: I leaned on the windowsill, looking down at my back yard, where I had performed for him. I remembered that my husband had fucked me in this same position a couple of weeks earlier. We had done a role-play, pretending that it was Richard fucking me. Now, it was the real thing. Richard was behind me, ready to take me in the same way my husband Cal had.
I felt his cock probing between my legs. I spread my legs more and his prick found its mark, sliding into my wet, waiting pussy. He took a minute to get comfortable with his stance, then proceeded with rhythmic strokes, his prick gliding inside my slippery vagina. I gripped his cock with my inner muscles, massaging it as it moved back and forth inside me. I was leaning on the windowsill, looking down at our pool. It was unforgettable.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I said, laughing nervously.
“Why not? We both want it.”
“I’m married. I shouldn’t be fooling around with other men.” As I said it, I started to come. The pure taboo-nature of what I was doing stimulated me. His cock felt so good inside me.
He said, “I’ve watched you down there, spreading your legs, showing me everything. I’ve come in my hand many times watching you, wanting to be down there with you, fucking you.”
He was making me so hot. My body was flushed, and I was coming. I sensed it would be a long, sustained orgasm. I knew he wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to enjoy my body and I wanted to give myself to him, have him take whatever pleasure he desired from me. His hands roamed over my body, pinching my nipples, running through my hair. He kissed my shoulders tenderly as he continued to stimulate me. I was looking down into our yard, where Cal and I had our home, but I was naked, with another man’s penis inside me. I was cheating on my husband. I knew he approved and had encouraged me, but still, I was breaking my vows. It felt so naughty.
He asked, “I want to come inside you.”
I concentrated on his bare cock sliding through my raw inner flesh, nothing between us. He was probing my most precious inner recesses. He wanted to shoot his semen, his sperm, up inside me, up into my belly, deep within me. I wanted him to.
I just said, “Please do it. I want your cum deep in my pussy.”
He stopped moving and pressed against my ass. I felt the warm spurt of his spunk rushing into me, coating my cervix, spreading into my uterus, trying to impregnate me, the most intimate act between a man and a woman, something normally reserved for marriage. I had given it to him and I knew that I would again. He kept coming; a more sustained flow than my husband. I was coming with him. My entire body shook. It was marvelous.
We were both breathing heavily as we recovered. Richard withdrew, a trickle of his semen following his prick and dribbling down my leg. He’d put his semen inside me. When he pulled out, my vagina still gaped open a bit, vacant, missing his lovely cock.
I turned and leaned against the windowsill. “Was I as good as you imagined?”
He said, “Even better. I’ve never wanted a woman so badly as I have wanted you.”
“What about your wife?”
He said, “She’s fantastic, but you’ve taunted me for months. I’ve even imagined I was fucking you while I was fucking my wife.”
I looked at his wet, shiny, deflated dick, dangling between his legs. I’d had it inside me. His cum was leaky out of me.
I didn’t tell him about my session with Cal on the this very spot where I fantasized that it was Richard fucking me, but it was in my thoughts.
I had an idea. “Sit at your desk like you do when you are working.”
He sat. I knelt before him and sucked his wet cock into my mouth. I tasted myself on him along with remnants of his cum. I licked his prick, getting it all sloppy with my saliva; he regained his erection. I nuzzled his balls and then licked them. He lifted up so I could get at the spot between his balls and his asshole.
He began to direct me. “Lick my balls. Taste yourself on me.” He lifted and told me to lick his asshole, something I never did with my husband. I did it.
He pulled me up and I wrapped my breasts around his reviving prick. He titty fucked me for a few minutes, telling me to keep wetting his cock so it would slide between my tits.
Then, he had me stand and lean over his desk. He spread my ass cheeks, exposing my little rosebud and my pussy lips. When his tongue probed my anus, I was surprised. He was eating my ass, so dirty, but so exquisite. He put his finger into my asshole and began to stroke it in and out. I was leaning forward, submitting to him.
He said, “When you would bend over doing your stretching exercises, I could see your little asshole through my binoculars. I want to fuck your tight ass.”
He stood and I felt him push something cool into my anus. It was lubricant. His fingers were moving in and out, finger-fucking my anus. He was rubbing some on his dick. I’d never had anal sex, but I wanted him to take me back there. I wanted him to be the first, to take my anal cherry. He’d been the first to fuck me other than my husband, my extramarital cherry. I felt so depraved, lewdly exposing my most intimate features to this man, inviting him to be the first to put his cock in my ass.
When his dick pressed into my little rosebud, it hurt at first. He was prying me open, invading where no man had been before. Then he pushed a bit more and the head of his dick broached my defenses and was inside me. He didn’t move for a few moments. Letting my rectum adjust to the invasion. Then he pushed in more. I let out a guttural groan as he sodomized me, becoming the first man to fuck me in the ass. I hadn’t done it with my husband, but was giving it to my new lover. Richard’s cock pressed in farther and I felt like I was being spread apart. It was a very different feeling from vaginal intercourse. It liked it.
This man was taking me. He pumped his hips, pushing his manhood into my ass, forcing me open. He held me by the hair to help him press into me. I felt the pubic muff on his pelvis pressing against my ass. He was dominating me and I liked it. His cock moved faster and faster, and then he stopped moving and ejaculated into my bowels. He drained himself and his dick slid out of my plundered rectum. I stayed there for a few moments. I was recovering from another orgasm. It was a new, wonderful experience. My asshole was gaping open, violated by this man’s prick.
We didn’t’ say much. I almost felt like I had to ask permission to say something.
He said, “Don’t tell your husband.”
I said, “Why not. He’s suspected that this would happen.”
“I know, but keep him wondering.”
I was skeptical. He continued, “You’ll be cheating on him. It’ll be your dark secret. Keep him guessing, wondering if his wife is fucking the neighbor.”
I hadn’t thought of that. It had a certain erotic appeal. I’d be fucking Richard and Cal wouldn’t know. He could suspect, and I would give hints, but he would be dying to know if I was actually fucking the neighbor. I’d starve him for the details.
Then Cal said, “When you see a green light in the window in the morning. I want you to come over here so I can fuck you. You’ll be late for work, and you’ll sit all day with my cum in your married cunt. You’ll feel guilty about cheating on him, but you’ll want to keep doing it. You liked getting fucked and you will keep coming back for more.”
I just looked at him and nodded, not fully comprehending, but accepting his conditions.
He said, “You go home now. You’re coming to dinner Friday night. I expect you to be without panties and you will show me your pussy whenever I ask.”
I was under this man’s spell. I was allowing myself to be dominated by him. I had a happy marriage and a wonderful family. Now, I had an added element, one of risk and uncertainty that I needed and wanted.