Vicky stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself dry in front of the full-length bathroom mirror. She still had plenty of time to get ready for her date.

She pinned up her dark hair for a moment and held up the sexiest…well, no, the sluttiest panties she had been able to find in her local department store for an inspection in the mirror. They still had tags attached and she snapped them off with her teeth, then stepped into them.

They fitted perfectly and she admired the way that the purple lace of the waistband cut a delicate filigree pattern against the smooth skin of her pale belly. She eased the elastic around the top of each thigh and noted with satisfaction the way the satin fabric traced the gentle curve of her mound. Demure but suggestive; just the effect she was going for.

She’d waved her husband goodbye that morning as he’d set off for his golfing trip knowing that she was going to be an unfaithful wife as soon as he was gone. It had been so hard to kiss him goodbye and not give anything away! The wicked, adulterous thrill of her plan thrilled her as she stood in the driveway, waving away like a devoted wife when her intentions were to be anything but.

It had crossed her mind to tell him anyway – after all, it was not a secret between them that she took a lover from time to time. She knew that the idea would excite him. It was just that sometimes, if she was honest with herself, she just didn’t want to share. She wanted the experience all to herself. It was always a thrill to be fucked by a new man, but the selfishness of her secret and its taboo helped to make it so much better for her. In some way that was hard to describe.

She’d met him via an internet chat site. Just a casual chat, nothing untoward and certainly no hint that their online meeting would lead to anything more substantial. But still, there had been something about him that had drawn her back for more. Something about the way he could make her laugh with a casual remark, or the way he could be polite but suggestive at the same time as they chatted away innocently. She liked the way his mind worked.

Gradually their friendship had grown, becoming more suggestive and explicit. They talked about what excited them and found they had much in common. Eventually she found herself sending him photos – just face photos at first but, after a few of those, he demanded to see more of her. Well, in a way she’d expected it. Even wanted it a little, perhaps. Bit by bit, her photos had needed fewer and fewer clothes until, ultimately, after a couple of hours of white-hot sex chat one evening, she had given in and sent him a fully naked pose.

Deep down, she had to admit that it had felt good to expose herself to him, finally. She’d wanted to please him, for him to desire her, and the obvious pleasure that he took from seeing her naked body was so gratifying. She so wanted him to want her.

So, after that first snap, she sent him more and more, each one more revealing than the last. Accepting that she wanted to make his cock hard for her made her body hum with excitement, her slit feeling full and her clit throbbing slightly. It had felt so hot that she’d found it impossible not touch herself gently as they chatted away.

He’d reciprocated of course, and whilst she wasn’t a fan of cock pics, she’d certainly liked what she had seen of him too. It felt good and dirty to know that she had that effect on him.

After that it had been obvious that they were going to meet. Well, not just meet, but meet and fuck.

She checked the clock again – she had an hour to finish getting dressed and make her final preparations. Her nipples were stiff to the touch as she put on her new bra and she spent a while making sure the straps were neat and tidy and not likely to leave too much of a mark on her shoulders and back. Then, as an afterthought, she slipped the bra off again for a moment to add a light touch of lipstick to each nipple so they stood dark and proud and moist against the creamy flesh of her full breasts.

Her nails had been painted earlier in the local nail bar so she just needed to blow-dry her hair, put on the rest of her clothes and get some music and drinks ready. As a final touch in front of the mirror, she took her perfume and sprayed it all over her body, pulling out the waistband of her panties to add a special extra spray for her pussy. If all went well, what a lucky boy he was going to be.

The time seemed to flash by until, all of a sudden, she was sitting on the sofa and hearing the door-bell chime. She swallowed hard and took a big gulp of chardonnay from the glass she had just poured. “Dutch courage”, she thought as she rushed to open the door.

And there he was, standing just as she’d imagined he would be, confident and smiling his greeting. She felt her face burning with embarrassment as she invited him inside. Goodness, it must be obvious to any of her neighbours what was going on! Well, to hell with them. If anything, that made it more exciting.

She took his coat and showed him into the lounge, offering him a drink and excitedly babbling small talk as she tried to recover her composure.

He said almost nothing but calmly took a glass of wine from her, taking her own glass and placing it in her hand so that they could toast. The rims of their wine glasses touched but, rather than taking a sip, he placed his left hand around her shoulder and drew her face close for a tender kiss on the lips.

She responded, tentatively at first and then more passionately. She had wanted to play it cooler but there was just something about how his manner expected the kiss that made her react. After all, why else had she invited him over? She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pushed his lips hard against hers, opening her mouth to taste his tongue inside her. Now she could feel his spare hand move down her back, using his fingers to trace a lazy pattern on her skin, lower and lower before coming to rest against her backside.

Ohhh… he smelt so good. She adored the scent of his after-shave which was spicy with musk. They kissed hard, enjoying that first moment when it became clear to both of them what was going to happen. They broke their kiss to take a breath, then put down their wine and kissed again, this time with real hunger and passion.

Her arms were around him and she moved them down to grip his ass cheeks in her hands and felt him do the same to her. He began to knead her ass in his strong hands, forcing her closer to him until she began to feel his stiffening prick against her as they kissed.

She responded, forcing her vulva against him to increase the pressure.

“Now see what you’ve done,” he chuckled in her ear.

“Mmmm, that’s the plan!”

They were both laughing a little, feeling relief at knowing that the ice was properly broken and relaxing into a different mood.

He went to kiss her again and she felt his hands firmly strip her blouse out from her jeans and slide up and along her back, inside her shirt. Somehow, in one confident motion, he was able to snap the clasp on her bra and she gave a gasp of shock when she felt the release of her breasts as the garment slackened. Her fingers reached down to rub the tight-packed bulge in his jeans between them.

His kisses were hungry now as he moved his hands around and under the loosened bra, his fingers curling around her boobs and brushing her hard nipples. Now it was his turn to give a groan of pleasure as he fingered her hot, throbbing teats, his tongue in her mouth as she kissed him with her head thrown back and her fingers caressing his back through the fabric of his shirt.

They broke from their kiss and, in a scramble, he took off his shirt and undid the buckle on his jeans. She recognised her cue and sank to her knees in front of him, raising her head so her eyes could meet his as she slowly, carefully, drew his jeans and underwear down to reveal his dark, fat cock. It bobbed up as it sprung free of the waistband of his boxers and lay in front of her eyes, thick and pulsing.

He was circumcised and his cockhead was a broad, mushroom shape, dark plum in colour. Although he wasn’t yet fully erect, his cock was substantial. There was a thick vein running along the top of his shaft and she couldn’t help but let her finger trace along it as she teased and touched him a little. He stood before her, proud of his big dick and enjoying the attention she was lavishing on it.

Then she placed her fingers on his hips and moved her head to him, opening her mouth and extending her tongue to taste the tip of his cock before allowing it to slip between her lips.

She savoured the taste of this new man’s cock in her mouth and then began to give him gentle kisses along the shaft. Above her head she could hear him murmuring in pleasure as she began to serve her new lover.

His pubic hair was neatly shaped into a dense patch above his cock and she broke off from sucking to bury her face in it, loving the feel of his thick bush against her cheek and the musk-smell of his maleness. Her fingers began to trace a pattern underneath his balls and she felt his hands on the back of her head encouraging her.

He was properly hard now and the taut flesh of his prick felt good against her face. His dick felt red hot on her skin and she adored the heat of him as her mouth worked on it. First kissing, then licking and sucking she drew him out as hard as she could make him. He was bigger than her husband – certainly this cock was a lot thicker and she trembled inside at the thought of how it was going to feel inside her.

“Yessss... that’s it, that’s it,” he encouraged her.

He jutted his hips towards her so as to offer himself to the maximum and sank down onto the sofa, spreading his legs involuntarily so that her fingers were able to trace a patch along the crack of his ass. She weighed his heavy testicles in her hand. Her fingers curled around them, grasping his manhood firmly and pulling his ballsack back so as to force his cock to stand even prouder.

She sucked hard again and knew by the sound of his groaning and the gentle thrusting movements of his hips that he was getting close. Then she felt his hands on her cheeks, easing her mouth away.

“I just need to warn you… there will be a lot I’m afraid. I’ve been saving it for you. Are you sure you want it now?”

It was a good question. Vicky gave his cock one final kiss and stood up, silently grasping her lover by the thick shaft of his cock and leading him upstairs to her marital bed.

She closed the bedroom door behind them and turned to face him. Insolently he stood before her, naked with his big cock jutting between their bodies and then, staring into her eyes, he reached for her breasts and began to tease her nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

Her tits were so sensitive, she started to tremble at the feeling, and her legs almost gave way at the thought of the sheer dirtiness of what they were doing to each other.

Instinctively she spat into her hand and used her saliva to lubricate her palm as she reached forward and began to jerk him off, lightly rubbing her thumb over his cockhead with one hand whilst the other tickled underneath his balls.

She had stripped off her jeans as they climbed the stairs but still wore her knickers so she stepped back, taking his hands in hers and inviting him to pull them down for her.

He obliged, firmly grasping the waist and pulling them sharply down so that finally, she stood in front of him completely naked. She felt the cool of the room on her cunt hairs and took his hand to place against her pussy.

She adjusted her stance and relaxed her thighs a little, guiding his hand as she did so that he could feel the rich seam of moisture that had gathered along her slit.

He gently brushed the backs of his fingers against her – not roughly, tenderly – and then softly ran his middle fingers against her pussy lips. He took the fingers away and offered them to her. She sucked on them greedily, loving the savour of her own juices.

They kissed again as she stepped back, leading him onto the bed in one smooth movement that drew him down above her with her thighs splayed wide and open for him.

He grasped his cock and used the tip to butter her lips ready for his insertion. She moved to help him, lewdly holding her thighs wide apart from beneath. She knew what that must look like to him and felt secret pleasure that she could demonstrate to him so clearly that she wanted her cunt to be wide open for this virile, dirty fucker to plunder.

Slowly, with gentle thrusts, he eased his cockhead between her cunt lips. He felt enormous and she couldn’t help but grunt softly as she felt him go deeper and deeper. Gradually, his rhythm increased until he was fully lubricated by her juices and at that point he began to fuck her deep and hard. She became aware of the light drip of her cream as it collected at the base of his shaft and ran down against her inner thigh.

She placed her hands on his hips and began to slow him a little. She wanted it to last as long as possible. But as she slowed him she couldn’t help but whisper filthy encouragements in his ear, goading his efforts even more.

“Oh you gorgeous man, fuck my dirty married cunt with that big dick of yours, please give it to me good and hard. Leave me a nice big load, I want your cum inside of me.”

He could only grunt in acknowledgement, his head now buried in the curve of her neck as he gave his full attention to the sensations from his pistoning cock deep inside her.

All of a sudden, he broke off and slowly pulled out of her. His hands gripped her firmly and tilted her pelvis.

“I want to see your ass when I come.”

Eagerly she obliged, flipping over and presenting her round ass to him, her fingers curling around her buttocks and spreading her ass cheeks wide to afford him the clearest view of her treasures.

Crudely he fingered her ass with one hand and used the other to rub his cock against her pussy. She was still dripping wet and he slid back inside her easily, keeping a finger inserted into her anus and using it to control her movement as he fucked her.

She settled into her position with her ass raised high for him and her head flat on the bed, tilted to the side of the room with the full-length mirror so she could enjoy the visual splendour of their fuck as well as feel it. Gradually the rhythm of his thrusts was punctuated by the hard slap of his balls against her pussy and she knew that she had his cock in her to its very root.

But just then, the sound changed and, to her shame and embarrassment, the room was filled by an unmistakeable, sharp rasping sound as the air inside her pussy was farted out by his cock on each stroke.

“Ohhh I’m so sorry,” she muttered into the duvet, mortified.

“Relax, just enjoy it. It’s just the sound of a tight fit,” he giggled as he held her head, pulling her up as if to control her like an animal on a tight rein. It felt so good to be used so hard and selfishly by him and she forgot her shame and began to enjoy the growing throb of her well-filled cunt as he fucked her.

“Fuck me harder you big-cocked bastard, I want your spunk in me… I want you to make me sore… it’s so good to be fucked by a real man… ohhhhhhh!” The words were so powerful to her, she knew they would be enough to push her over the edge towards her orgasm.

Her encouragements were stifled by his hands as he reached around and placed his fingers in her mouth as if to control her with a bit. She could see him lean back behind her, his hips angled to allow maximum penetration, and she thrilled at his dominance over her.

It was all too much and she finally let go, climaxing hard and contracting around his cockhead as she squealed her pleasure at the top of her voice.

“Give it me, give it me, give it me…ohhhhhhhhh!”

He obliged. Gradually, his thrusts got faster and he began to grunt deeply on each ‘in’ stroke as his hands crept around her to squeeze her nipples tight between his thumb and forefingers. His prick felt like a red-hot poker inside of her, its fat tip pushing up against her cervix as he took his pleasure.

She collapsed down onto the bed as the intensity of her orgasm subsided and the sweet after-spasms rolled through her body. She felt him swell even more and she knew he was on the way too.

All at once, he drove into her deeply, holding her close as she felt his cock gush into her, spurt after spurt of hot spunk splashing into her cunt. It seemed to last an age and she knew it was leaking out of her even before his spasms had finished. She felt the hot gush of his seed flood out and wash over her inner thighs before splashing onto the bedspread beneath them.

In exhaustion, they collapsed onto the bed and she felt his weight on top of her, his head cradled in the curve of her neck. She felt his strong hands on her shoulders and the thick bush of his pubic hair tickling the crack of her ass.

They rested for a moment, panting but saying nothing. She felt him softly slip out of her and, after a moment, felt another gush of cum flood her pussy as it was released.

He nuzzled her neck.

“Again please” he commanded.

She knew she had to obey.