As I sat in the taxi on my way home after my evening with Keith, I wondered whether my husband would still be awake. I hoped he wouldn’t.

The taxi driver stopped just in front of our gate and let me out, wishing me a cheery ‘good night, love.’

I let myself into the house as quietly as I could, hoping that my husband had gone to bed. As I went upstairs to the bedroom, I could feel Keith’s semen oozing out of me and running down my inner thigh. I wiped it with my fingers, then sucked them, enjoying the memories that the taste and texture brought to mind.

I couldn’t believe what I had done and what I was going to do.

I had allowed myself, a respectable married woman with two children, to be seduced by a man I’d never met before. I, Jane, the conservative housewife, member of the PTA, the church, and various charities, had been unfaithful. I’d slept with a man other than my husband and, more than that, had enjoyed it beyond measure.

He’d told me to go home to my husband with his smell on my skin, his semen in my vagina, and go to bed without showering, and that is what I was going to do.

My husband was snoring softly as I tiptoed into the bedroom. I quickly got undressed, then slipped into bed next to him. He stirred and turned over towards me, putting an arm over my waist.

“Did you have a good time?” he asked, sleepily.

“Yes, we did,” I replied. “After the film we had a few drinks and a real good girlie gossip.”

“I bet you did, and I bet you complained about your husbands.”

“Not at all. We did talk about sex, though.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, and it’s made me feel quite randy.”

As I said that, I reached down and felt for his penis. I had expected it to be flaccid, but found it was actually quite hard. I wrapped my fingers around it and gently stroked it.

“Make love to me, Simon,” I said softly.

He gave a small sigh and reached for my crotch, his fingers searching for my slit. I felt his fingers gently parting my labia as they moved towards my vaginal entrance.

“My word, you really are aroused,” he said. “you’re very wet.”

“Mmmm,” I murmured as I felt his fingers slip inside my entrance.

I wondered if he suspected anything, but quickly put the thought out of my mind.

He swirled his fingers around inside my vagina, his fingertips tickling my vaginal walls. It felt very good. I pictured it in my mind, globs of Keith’s thick semen being broken up by his fingers as they swirled around inside my vagina. A sudden flutter of excitement rippled through me.

I pushed him onto his back and got onto my knees, swung a leg over him and straddled him. Somehow, he kept his fingers inside me.

“Get your bloody fingers out and put your cock in,” I growled.

I felt his fingers leave me and lowered myself until I felt the tip of his penis nudging my labia. I kept still as he notched it into my entrance, then lowered myself slowly.

“Aaaaah,” I sighed as I felt his glans slide inside me. I was still quite loose from Keith, so I clenched my pubic muscles to try and clasp my husband’s penis more tightly.

I’d chosen to be on top for several reasons. It gives me really good control. I can easily change the angle of my pelvis to guide his penis inside me, and the depth of penetration. That allows his glans to rub against different parts inside me.

I can also control the speed and extent of movement, as well as the amount of vigour. I can decide on short or long strokes, rapid or slow ones. I can rotate my hips, lean forward or back, move in circles, or just sit down hard.

I can use my hands on his body, tickle his testicles, squeeze them, play with them. I can pinch his nipples, feel his muscles, rub his skin.

And, all of the time, I can look at him. Watch his eyes glaze as his climax nears. Watch his face as it contorts in lust, his mouth open.

I shifted my body as my husband’s penis slid deeper inside, lifting my bottom so that his penis bumped my cervix. I wondered how many of Keith’s sperm had wriggled through its entrance and into my womb, then thought about the millions that were wriggling around my husband’s glans. Again, I felt a rush of excitement surging through me at the thought.

I leaned forward and down to kiss him, my lips enclosing his. He kissed me back, opening his mouth and licking between my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and sucked his tongue inside, wondering if he could taste the remnants of Keith’s semen in my mouth.

Our tongues tangled with each other, licking the rougher skin underneath, then swirling around each other.

I felt him try to thrust upwards. I clenched my pelvic muscles, making my vagina ripple around his shaft, then started moving forwards and backwards with my hips.

His penis slid effortlessly back and forth inside me, lubricated by my juices and his precum, but mainly by Keith’s semen. The top of his shaft rubbed my clitoris, sending sparks of pleasure through my groin.

“Oh, God,” he moaned into my mouth.

I broke our kiss and, lifting my head, smiled at him.

“Do you like that, my love?” I asked.

“Oh, shit, Jane, it feels out of this world.”

“Are you going to cum for me? Fill me with your sperm?”

“Yes, yes. But I want to hold off. It feels so nice. Aaaargh!”

The last cry came when I clenched my pelvic muscles again.

I smiled and brushed my breasts against his chest, my nipples dragging across his skin. He reached for them, grasping them between fingers and thumbs, rolling and tugging at them. It felt good.

I closed my eyes and tried to immerse myself in my feelings. Memories of Keith grinning at me flooded through my mind, as I remembered the feeling of his thick shaft stretching and filling me.

‘Oh, God,” I gasped, struggling to reach for that itch that cannot be resisted.

I sat up straight and reached behind me to feel for his testicles as I pumped my hips back and forth. I scratched a fingernail across his hairy scrotum, then fondled his testicles as I felt his body thrashing around underneath me. They were tight against his shaft and felt hard.

“Aaaargh. Oh, God. Oh, Jane. Oh, fuck,” he cried, his hands holding my waist.

I felt his penis jerk and a flood of warmth washed through my vagina as he ejaculated in me. I kept still as his penis jerked again, and then a third time. After that it twitched a few times, then lay still.

I felt his testicles loosen and soften. I pulled them gently, then let go as I leaned forward and down and kissed him.

“Was that good, my love?” I asked.

“Oh, God, it was fantastic,” he replied breathlessly. “You are the best lover in the world.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“I more than liked it. And you smelled so sexy tonight.”

“You think so?” I asked, smiling at him.

“Oh, yes. You even tasted sexy.”

I looked at him with a naughty grin, then lifted myself off his now flaccid penis. It slipped out of me, followed by a blob of semen which fell onto the underside of his penis.

Still grinning at him, I shuffled up on my knees towards his head, trailing my pussy along his skin.

“You’re marking me with my cum,” he said.

“Yes,” I replied. I wanted to say ‘and with Keith’s too,’ but I didn’t.

Instead, I positioned myself above his head. A trail of semen was hanging from my slit, swaying from my movements. I lowered myself so that it hung onto his lips.

“Open your mouth,” I said.

“Why? What do you want to do?”

“I want you to lick your semen off my pussy.”

"But—but I’ve never done that before.”

“I know, but I want you to do it.”

I lowered myself, and he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. I felt it lap against the bottom of my slit, then probe my vaginal entrance. As he licked, I clenched my pelvic muscles, forcing a stream of semen out of my vagina and onto his tongue. He spluttered and swallowed involuntarily, then licked and sucked with enthusiasm, his tongue all over my slit and flicking at my clitoris.

I felt myself getting more and more aroused. The thought that my husband was unknowingly sucking my lover’s semen, his virile sperm, out of my vagina, was somehow incredibly exciting.

And then it happened. The slow burn inside me turned into an overwhelming fire, a maddening itch. My whole body went rigid as all my muscles spasmed, then suddenly relaxed as a wave of relief spread throughout me.

I gave a tremendous sigh and breathed out. I had been holding my breath without knowing it.

My husband stopped sucking and flicked his tongue over my labia.

“You came,” he said.

“My God, I did,” I replied. “It was very intense.”

“I’m so pleased. I’ll have to do this more often.”

“Was it OK?”

“Oh, yes. My cum doesn’t taste bad. Quite thick and musky.”

“Oh, I know that,” I said, without telling him that it was probably Keith’s cum he was tasting.

“I love you, Jane.”

“And I you,” I replied.

It was strange. I should have felt guilty at what I’d done, but I didn’t. Instead, I felt proud that I’d done what Keith had asked. I’d left his cum on my skin and in my vagina. I hadn’t brushed my teeth, so my mouth still had his taste inside it. My husband had kissed me passionately, had made love to me with his penis immersed in Keith’s semen, after which he had sucked their combined fluids out of my vagina.

I lifted my leg over my husband’s head, then lay on my side next to him. I put a hand on his chest.

“We should do this more often,” I said. “I need to make love with you.”

“Don’t we do it enough?”

“Not for me.”

“Oh. Well, I can always try.”

I leaned over and kissed him.

“Go to sleep now,” I said.

We lay quietly for some time, until he started snoring softly. I crept out of bed and fetched my robe from the bathroom, then went downstairs. I found my handbag and took out my phone to find  Keith’s messages.

‘Are you still awake?”

There was no reply for some minutes, then suddenly my phone pinged. I quickly turned off the sound.

‘Yes, why?’

‘I did what you said.’

‘You dirty girl. What happened?’

‘He made love to me.’

‘He fucked you? He put his cock into your cunt full of my cum?’

‘Yes.’

‘Wasn’t he suspicious?’

‘He thought I was aroused.’

‘Did he cum in you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Wow! You must be full of it.’

‘I made him suck it all out.’

‘You really are a dirty girl! You made your husband suck my cum out of you. Well done. Did he swallow?’

‘Yes, and he liked it.’

‘I think things might get interesting.’

‘How?’

‘I’ll tell you tomorrow. I’m going to ask you two to dinner.’

‘Are you sure that’s wise?’

‘Oh, yes. It might also prove to be quite interesting. Now go and clean up and go to sleep.’

‘OK.’

‘Speak tomorrow.’

That was it. The conversation was finished.

I went back upstairs and into the bathroom. I had a shower, then cleaned my teeth and went to bed. It wasn’t long before I was fast asleep.

***************

I woke early the next morning, my mind full of what I’d done yesterday. I’d felt so proud at fulfilling Keith’s instructions, but now that had turned into a feeling of disloyalty. I’d tricked my husband into sucking my lover’s semen out of my vagina. And what was it that Keith had in mind? Was I to be seduced into things I would never have contemplated previously?

I cursed myself for having allowed my extreme desire for excitement and satisfaction to get so out of control. I decided then that I would take control. I would decide what I would do and when. Yes, I wanted Keith very much, but it would now be on my terms. Or so I thought ……

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash and get ready for the day. After I’d finished, I put on my robe and went downstairs to put out the breakfast things. On my way to the kitchen, I passed the living room and glanced inside. I could see my handbag lying on the couch. It was too much to ignore.

I went into the living room and took out my phone, hoping that there would be a message from him. There wasn’t. Of course not. Keith would only message me once he’d arranged dinner with my husband. I put my phone back in my handbag and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

My husband arrived after about half an hour, wearing his robe.

“Hello darling, did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” he replied, “I slept very well. You made sure of that last night.”

“Oh, really?” I said innocently.

“Yes, really. I love it when you’re aroused. It’s so sexy. And when you’re uninhibited and a little dirty, it’s especially exciting.”

“I thought you liked your wife to be a pillar of the community.”

“I did, and I do. But recently you’ve been different, more unreserved, and I like it. I like it very much.”

“Come over here, Simon.”

“Er, why?”

“Just come over here.”

He walked over. I put my hand between his robe and felt for his penis. It was erect and hard. He sighed.

“So, you like your wife to be sexy, perhaps a bit forward?”

“Er, er, um…”

I stroked his penis, feeling it jerk.

“You’re stuttering, Simon. What was that you said?”

“Oh, God, Jane,” he said breathlessly.

“I can be less reserved, if you want. I can wear different clothes,” I said, moving my hand so his head rubbed my palm.

“Oh, fuck, Jane. That feels so good.”

Without letting go of his penis, I untied his robe with my other hand, then knelt down in front of him. I leaned forward and, extending my tongue, tickled the tip of his penis with it. A drop of precum emerged, which I licked off.

I looked up to see him looking down at me, his face a mixture of surprise and lust.

I lifted his penis and licked up from the bottom of his shaft, my tongue tracing his urethra then tickling his frenulum. His penis jerked and precum dribbled onto my tongue. I drew back and looked at him again.

“What about your friends and colleagues? What would they think if they knew that Simon’s perfect wife enjoyed sucking his cock?”

“They would be so jealous. I’ve already seen how they look at you.”

I gave his penis another long lick, then sucked his glans before lifting my head again.

“Do you like it? Do you like them coveting your wife?”

“In some ways, yes. They want you, but you’re with me.”

I took his penis in my mouth again. This time I swirled my tongue around his head, licking under his corona then over the top. He thrust his hips forward, making me gag slightly, but I controlled it and swallowed. He groaned.

I ran my tongue around the part of his shaft inside my mouth. He groaned again. I pulled my head back, then sucked him in again before pulling back and looking at him.

“Perhaps I should tease them a little,” I said, then took him back into my mouth again before he could think about it.

“Ah, Jane,” he murmured, as my lips closed around his shaft. I circled the base of his shaft with my thumb and fingers and started stroking him. I could feel his penis harden and swell, and he started thrusting. I took my hand off his shaft and leaned further forward, taking him deeper inside my mouth.

I could feel his glans at the back of my throat and touching the top of my palate. I started to gag again, but concentrated on breathing through my nose when suddenly I felt his pubic hair against my face. ‘Oh my God,’ I thought, ‘I’ve done it. His entire penis is in my mouth.’

I pulled back slightly then pushed forward. That was when he started fucking my mouth, holding my head and thrusting in and out as though it was my vagina. It was the strangest feeling.  My mouth felt stuffed, as though I’d bitten off more than I could chew. But it felt good. Having hard, warm, throbbing, living flesh inside my mouth felt incredibly sexy. And my gag reflex seemed to have disappeared as his pubic hair tickled my nose.

I could hear him panting as he uttered little crying noises. I lifted my hand to his testicles, fondling them with my fingers. I slurped at his cock, saliva oozing out of my mouth. It wasn’t long before I felt his testicles harden and shift in their sac. He gave an extra hard thrust and held still, his shaft resting on my tongue, his glans right at the back of my throat.

I felt the underside of his shaft swell and pulse as a wad of semen surged up his urethra and shot out of his slit against the back of my throat. I spluttered and swallowed, feeling his slimy semen slither down my throat, burning slightly. He kept still and ejaculated again, then started to detumesce, semen dribbling out and onto my tongue.

I swallowed several times, then pulled back, allowing his rapidly shrinking penis to fall out of my mouth and drip on the floor.

“Wow!” I said. “That’s a first.”

“My God, yes,” he replied. “Oh, Jane, oh my love.”

I put my hands around him and onto his buttocks, pulling him forward and nuzzling his flaccid, wet, dripping penis.

“I love you, Simon.”

He put his hands down and lifted me up off the floor, then kissed me.

“I better get dressed for the office.”

“I suppose so,” I replied.

He left the kitchen.

I sat down on a chair and thought about what had just happened. My conservative, reserved husband, a man who was so aware of societal niceties, had been turned on by the thought of his wife behaving in an uninhibited manner. I could see some interesting possibilities, but would have to tread carefully.

I got up and started to prepare breakfast. When he returned, it was ready, and we sat down to eat. We talked about the usual things, but didn’t mention what had happened. After breakfast he left for work, and I went upstairs to get dressed before starting the housework.

I’d just about finished when my phone rang. It was my husband.

“Hello, Simon.”

“Hello, my love.”

“Is everything OK?”

“Oh, yes. I’m just calling to tell you that Keith, the fellow we met the other day, has invited us to dinner tonight at his club. Is that alright?”

“I suppose so. What time and where?”

“He said 7.30. It’s the Oriental Club. It’s just off Oxford Street. I’ve been there once or twice.”

“That sounds quite nice. Will you come home before then?”

“No, I have a late afternoon meeting. I’ll meet you there.”

“OK. Is it quite formal?”

“Not that formal. Business attire is about right, if that gives you the idea.”

“That’s fine. I know what to wear.”

“OK, then. Until later.”

“Bye bye.”

I put down the phone. Keith would no doubt write and tell me what the arrangements were and what to wear.

Sure enough, it wasn’t half an hour, and my phone pinged.

‘Has your husband called?’

‘Yes’

‘Meet me at the club at 5.30. Ask for me at reception. I’ll be waiting in the lounge.’

‘I’ll see you then.’

I turned off the phone, my heart thumping. Just the thought of seeing this man excited me.

I made myself some lunch, then went upstairs to get ready. A long, hot bath, after which I shaved my legs and under my arms. Washed and dried my hair. Spent a long time selecting my underwear, finally deciding on a very low-cut bra that lifted my bust and gave me good cleavage, with matching frilly panties that covered very little.

I picked out a cream-coloured silk blouse, a knee-length skirt, and a matching jacket. A medium-sized handbag and kitten-heel shoes.

I sprayed myself with Aromatix perfume, which is quite musky, then got dressed. Left the top two buttons of my blouse undone. I decided to wear pantyhose, rather than stockings.

I called a taxi at 5.00 and was at the club by 5.25. I went to reception and introduced myself, asking for Mr Anderson.

“Ah, yes. Mrs Williams. Mr Anderson is expecting you. He’s in the morning room. If you wait a minute, I’ll escort you there.”

I waited while he put some papers away, then followed him to another room. Keith was at a table next to a window. He stood up when we arrived.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Williams,” he said to me, then, turning to the man who’d escorted me: “Thank you, Johnson, I’ll look after Mrs Williams.”

‘Very good, Sir,” the man replied and left.

Keith pulled out a chair opposite him and helped me to sit down.

“So, Jane, here you are. I must say you look lovely. You really are a stunningly beautiful woman.”

“Oh, thank you, Keith”, I replied. I felt my heart flutter.

“It’s true. You’re far too good for your husband. He has no idea of how to look after you.”

“And you do?”

“Well, you seem to have thought so when we last met.”

I felt my face getting warm as I remembered our time together and how I’d orgasmed.

“You’re blushing,” he said. “It’s very fetching.”

“You’re incorrigible,” I replied.

“And yet, here you are. Two hours before your husband is due.”

“Yes. I’m not sure why.”

‘Yes, you are. You know exactly why. You’re here because you want me to fuck you. You remember how it felt, and you want to feel it again.”

“I, uh, um, I’m not sure you’re right,” I babbled, unconvincingly.

“Oh Jane, don’t be so silly. You know what we’re going to do. We’re going to spend the next two hours in orgasmic bliss, after which I’ll give you back to your husband without him knowing that I’ve had you. You’ll sit next to him at dinner, my semen trickling out of your gorgeous pussy. You’ll smell of sex, and he’ll love it without knowing why.”

I felt my stomach lurch at his words. My pelvic muscles clenched involuntarily, and my clitoris itched. He was right, of course, and he knew that I knew.

“And where is all of this going to take place?” I asked, somewhat sarcastically.

“Oh, right here,” he replied. “There are rooms available for club members. I’ve booked two of them.”

“Two? Why two?”

“Because you’re not a quiet lover, and I don’t want your cries to attract attention.”

“I can control myself.”

“We’ll see.”

He got up and came around behind my chair to help me up. I stood up, my limbs a little shaky. He took my elbow and guided me out of the room and down a corridor, stopping outside a room at the end. He took out a room key and opened the door, standing aside for me to enter.

The room was utilitarian. There was a desk and chair, an easy chair with a side table on which there was a champagne bottle in a bucket of ice, and two glasses. Dominating the room was a large double bed. It had been turned down. I walked over to it and pressed the mattress. It seemed quite firm. He closed the door and walked over to me.

“Relax, Jane,” he said, putting a hand on my cheek. I covered it with my hand.

“I can’t,” I said, “you’re right. I do want you. I want you so badly, and I don’t know why. I just can’t help it.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. Tenderly. Gently. Lips brushing mine. I kissed him back, parting my lips, tasting him. He sucked at them, running his tongue along my lower lip, then licking my tongue. I melted into his arms.

We kissed for a long time, our mouths locked together, our tongues intertwined. I felt my heart pounding and heard my pulse in my ears. Our hands were all over each other, rubbing, clutching, squeezing. After a while, I broke our kiss.

“Undress me, Keith, and take me,” I said. “My body is yours.”

He stood back and looked at me, then stepped behind me and reached around to loosen my jacket. He slipped it off my shoulders and dropped it on the floor. I didn’t care.

Next, I felt his fingers on the buttons of my blouse. He undid them and pulled my blouse open and off my shoulders, then down my arms. I shook it off so that it dropped beside my jacket as I waited for him to make his next move.

He put his hands over my breasts, rubbing his palms over the material of my bra, making my nipples buzz. I wriggled my shoulders in appreciation and reached behind me to feel the front of his trousers. They were bulging, pushed out by his erection. I traced it with my fingers, marvelling at its hardness.

“God, your tits are magnificent,” he said as he massaged my breasts. “They are simply perfect.”

I could feel myself getting hotter as his manipulation of my breasts sent little flashes of pleasure through my body. I scrabbled at his trousers, desperately trying to find the zip to open his fly. Eventually I found it and zipped it down, then pushed his fly open and slid my hand into his y-fronts.

“Oh, Keith,” I murmured, as my hand clasped his throbbing cock, “oh, God, I want you.”

He took his hands off my breasts and unzipped my skirt, pushing it down my thighs. I leaned back against his body and tilted my head to look up at him. He smiled at me, then rubbed his fingers over my panties, running them down underneath the gusset.

“Hmmm. Nice and wet,” he said, then slipped his hand inside my panties, his fingers rubbing the edges of my labia. I gave a huge sigh as his fingers slipped between them and pushed them apart. He rubbed the tender flesh inside, his fingers pushing down into my entrance. I closed my eyes and held my breath, still gripping his erection.

He felt around my entrance, his fingers rubbing just inside my vagina. I groaned and moved my hips, trying to get his fingers deeper inside me.

“Slowly, Jane, slowly,” he said, then pulled his hand out, leaving me panting.

I pulled my hand out of his y-fronts and turned around to face him.

“Why are you teasing me?” I whimpered. “I want you. I need you.”

“All in good time,” he replied, stepping back. “I like what you’re wearing. Very sexy.”

“I wish I could say the same about you,” I said, “but you look like you’re at the office.”

“If you want me undressed, you’d better do something about it.”

So I did. I stepped forward and undressed him. Took everything off until he was standing in front of me, naked, his cock jutting out at a 45-degree angle in front of him. My heart lurched as I looked at him.

He stepped forward and kissed me, his hands holding my buttocks, his cock pressing into my stomach. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him closer, rubbing my stomach against his erection.

I could feel my stomach fluttering as hormones raced through my system. My skin was tingling, alive. My clitoris was burning.

He broke our kiss and ran his lips down the side of my neck, the tip of his tongue licking my skin. He nibbled at the curve where my neck ran into my shoulder, then sucked the flesh into his mouth, raking it between his teeth and giving me a love bite. I didn’t care. I wanted him to leave a mark on me, a reminder of him.

He lifted his head and looked at me. I put a hand up to his cheek. I could feel his late-afternoon stubble.

He took my hand and helped me onto the bed. I lay on my back, my knees raised. He climbed on as well, then knelt between my legs and leaned down to kiss me again briefly, then leaned forward and grabbed a pillow. He stuffed it under my butt before shuffling back and lying down with his head between my thighs.

He blew onto my slit, then slowly ran his tongue up and down my labia. They were now quite enlarged and extended. He flicked them from side to side with his tongue, before sucking them in together, and licking them.

He held them in his mouth for a long time, his tongue running all around them, before gently starting to separate them. It felt so damn good and so intimate. I sighed with pleasure and held his head between my hands.

He sucked more of my labia into his mouth and pushed them apart with his tongue as he licked at the pink flesh between them. I could feel it flicking up my slit until it was just beneath my clitoris, then sliding down until it was at the entrance to my vagina.

“Oh, Keith,” I moaned, “oh, God, it feels so good.”

He lifted his head. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His chin was dripping with fluids.

“Do you like having your married pussy licked by another man?”

“I like having it licked by you.”

He leaned down and kissed my labia, then lifted his head again.

“It’s my pussy, now.”

“Yes.”

He leaned down again and ran his tongue up the side of my left labium, over the top of my clitoral shaft, then down the side of my right one, then sucked in my right labium and flicked his tongue up and down the edge. I groaned.

He did the same on the other side, then licked in little circles around my clitoral shaft. That made me jerk and cry out. He did it again, and again, and again. I started pumping my hips.

He put his mouth over my clitoris, sucking it in between his lips, then running his tongue around my clitoral shaft. Around and around, tickling the folds of skin. It was glorious and frustrating at the same time. I could feel my clitoral shaft harden and grow, and I knew the little nub had emerged from its hood. But he kept his tongue away from it.

I shifted my hips back and forth, desperately trying to rub it on his tongue, but to no avail. Then I felt his fingers inside my vagina, pushing in. I felt them touch my urethra, then part them, one finger on each side. It was like an electric shock. A jolt of pleasure shot through my vagina. My hips jerked, and I gave a strangled cry.

I pushed his head down hard and thrust my hips upwards. That was when his tongue flicked across the top of my clitoris, and his fingers rubbed around my urethra inside me. My muscles spasmed, and liquid spurted out of my slit. Every nerve in my body jangled as his tongue licked across my clitoris over and over again.

It drove me out of my mind, literally. I lost touch with reality as I sank into a state of absolute bliss. My whole being was focused on the intense feelings of pleasure radiating out from the focal point in my groin. They overwhelmed me.

I don’t know how long I spent in that state. It might have been seconds, or it might have been minutes. All I know is that it was beautiful. Nothing else in the world mattered or even existed.  But reality did return. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me, his face glistening with my fluids.

“Oh, Keith, darling,” I said breathlessly, “that was one of the most beautiful orgasms I’ve ever had. I felt as if I were in another world, a world of fantastic pleasure. Not the normal intense desire and an itch to be scratched. Just pure, unadulterated joy.”

“You certainly seemed to be in another world. You didn’t make a sound, but your body was tense and your legs shaking. And your face had an expression of such contentment.”

“Come and kiss me, lover. Come and kiss your conquest, the wife of another man. The woman who’s given her body to you.”

He crawled up between my legs to lie on top of me, his chest squashing my breasts, as his mouth sought mine. The tip of his gorgeous, hard penis poked against my slit, as if demanding entry. I reached down and grasped it, rubbing the head between my labia.

He arched his back, notching his glans at my entrance, then thrust forward as I sucked at his tongue. His cock slid into my canal, his glans opening up my vaginal walls. God, it felt good. I sighed into his mouth as I felt him slide under my cervix.

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his, my feet hooked under the bottom of his calves. We were now an intertwined couple, our bodies enmeshed, our sexual organs joined. That was when he started to fuck me. Long, hard strokes, slow and deliberate.

I put my hands on his butt, feeling his gluteal muscles ripple as he pumped his cock in and out of my vagina. I could feel my labia being stretched by his shaft, pulled back and forth with his strokes. I braced myself against his legs and thrust back at him, timing it so that I pushed up as he pushed down.

Without changing his rhythm, he broke our kiss and lifted himself up, his hands on the bed on each side of me. I looked at his broad chest and muscular arms, and felt myself go weak. He was so gorgeous, so manly. I moved my hands to feel his chest, my fingers rubbing his small, tight nipples, then over his shoulders and down to his biceps. They felt hard as they worked to support his movements.

“My gorgeous lover,” I said, “my strong, sensitive, caring man.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling.

“Hmmm. You mean the man whose cock you love.”

“That too.”

“Well. I can tell you its owner loves your cunt. It clasps his cock like a handmade glove, squeezing and tickling every nerve in it. You have the most divine cunt in the world.”

He leaned down and latched his mouth onto my left breast, sucking the nipple and surrounding areola between his teeth and into his mouth, his tongue lapping around them. A shiver spread through my breast to be replaced by a sudden warmth. I could feel my nipple get even harder as his tongue flicked it back and forth.

“Aaaah,” I murmured softly, enjoying the new sensations. The way he was arching his body to suck my breast had changed the angle of his groin, and his shaft was now rubbing my clitoris. I could feel it getting hot. I moved my hands back onto his buttocks, pulling him harder into me.

He switched his mouth from my left breast to my right one, sucking and nibbling that one as he had the left. I groaned as I felt the nerves respond, sending bolts of pleasure through my chest. My breast seemed to grow, until it felt like it would explode.

“Oh, God, Keith,” I cried, arching my back and trying to get him deeper inside my burning vagina, “oh no, I can’t stand it.”

I could feel everything inside me swirling around as his penis drove in and out of my intimate passage, shifting my internal organs around. I could feel the corona at the top of his glans rubbing against my cervix as his cockhead pushed past it to touch the back of my vaginal canal. All of these sensations overwhelmed my brain. My skin felt unbelievably sensitive. Every pore seemed to be alive, burning with intense pleasure. I wanted this man to invade every part of my body, to feel him everywhere. I clutched at his buttocks, desperately trying to pull him ever deeper as I pushed my hips upwards.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I cried, “oh God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

He took his mouth off my breast and lifted his body to look at me.  My breast suddenly felt cool.

“Look at me,” he said, “look at me as your married pussy cums on my cock. I’m not your husband, but I’m fucking his wife. My cock is in his wife’s cunt, the cunt that was once exclusively his, but is now mine.”

But I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t look anywhere. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t hear, but I could feel. I could feel an enormous sense of tension grip me, freezing every muscle, followed by a huge wave of relief flooding through every part of my body. It was a glorious feeling. A feeling of release, satisfaction, contentment, happiness, security, and closeness.

I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me. I let go of his buttocks and put a hand to his cheek as I smiled at him.

“You’re very good,” I said.

“Thank you,” he replied.

I felt his penis twitch.

“You haven’t cum yet, have you?”

“Not yet.”

“Then fuck me some more, lover. Fuck me with that big cock. Fill me with your cum.”

“Hmmm. Your vocabulary has certainly changed from the time I first met you.”

“It’s your fault. You use those words all of the time.”

“That’s because they’re descriptive and appropriate. I see no point in euphemistic terminology. Why not use the best words?”

“Because we’re not animals. We can control our base desires.”

“But we can’t, can we? Once we find a good sex partner, all of that control disappears. We’ll do anything to get together and fuck each other silly. The desire becomes overwhelming.”

He was right. My desire for him, for his body, for the intense physical feelings he aroused in me, for the joy and satisfaction he gave me, made me risk my marriage, my family, my reputation. I needed him. I needed him to drive me to earth-shattering orgasms.

“Oh, God, Keith, please. I need you to cum. I need to be the woman you use for your pleasure.”

He looked at me, then grinned and, without warning, pulled his erect cock out of my vagina.

“What are you doing?” I cried out.

“Ever since I met you, I wanted to fuck those gorgeous tits, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

He got up onto his knees and straddled my body, then lowered himself so that his cock lay between my breasts. It was wet with my fluids and his precum.

“Press your tits together with your hands,” he said.

I placed my hands on the sides of my breasts and pushed them together, so that they clasped his cock.

He started moving back and forth, his cock sliding between my cleavage. As he did so, I could see his cockhead emerge from my breasts, his foreskin rolling back to reveal the dark pink flesh. His slit opened up with the forward movement, precum oozing out of it, then closed again as he pulled back and his cockhead disappeared into my flesh.

“How does that feel, Jane? Do you like to feel my cock between your tits?”

I looked up at him and smiled. I could feel his balls dragging along my stomach as he moved. His testicles felt hard, and the hairs on his sac tickled my skin. His cock slid easily between my breasts, so I pushed them together a little harder.

“Fuck, yes, that’s nice,” he murmured.

I leaned forward and extended my tongue, so that I could flick it over his cockhead when he thrust forward. When he saw what I was doing, he stopped at the end of his forward stroke, allowing me to lick his frenulum and the underside of his head, as his precum dribbled onto my tongue.

After a short while, he took my hands away from my breasts and put his hands on each side instead, then, pushing them together quite hard, started moving again. As he pushed my breasts together with the palms of his hands, he felt for my nipples with his thumbs and fingers, pinching and rolling them. Damn, it felt good. So good that I started moving my hips.

My heart began to thump as I watched his cockhead advancing and retreating. It looked so sexy and powerful, with its slit flaring open. His shaft, pinioned by my breasts, felt unbelievably hard, and also very warm. I reached behind him and felt for my slit, rubbing my fingers in the slippery fluids dribbling out of me.

I could hear him beginning to breathe hard. His cockhead darkened, and the skin over it glistened and grew taut. I felt his testicles twitch, and I saw a drop of white semen emerge from his slit, followed by another. They seemed to stay there until suddenly I saw his slit flare open and a stream of semen jet out of it. It was like a gigantic spurt which shot into my hair, followed by a trail of thick, white, hot, slimy stuff that fell down onto my face and neck. It was unbelievably sexy.

As I watched, I saw his slit flare open again, and another stream of semen shoot out of it. This time it shot onto my forehead and nose, its trail landing on my mouth and chin. I felt it dribble into the corner of my left eye, making it sting. I rubbed it away with my left hand as I licked my lips.

Keith, meanwhile, had lifted himself up and leaned back on his haunches, so that his third ejaculation sprayed onto my breasts, as did his fourth.

I removed my hand from between my legs and reached for his cock. I closed my hand around the shaft and pulled it forward, squeezing it and watching the last remnants of his semen dribbling out of its slit. He moved his hips forward and leaned towards me, his dripping glans against my lips. I pulled back his foreskin and, opening my mouth, took him inside, my tongue licking the semen off his glans. It tasted just as it had the day before. I liked it. I liked his taste. It was musky and strong, with all the promise of masculine power.

“That’s right, my sexy, little, married cumslut. Clean your lover’s cock.”

I swirled my tongue around his cock, licking off his semen. My left hand felt for his balls, dangling onto my throat. His testicles felt softer, which made me feel quite proud. I’d emptied them all over my face and chest.

He was still quite hard, which was amazing. My husband goes soft almost immediately after he climaxes.

I probed under his glans with the tip of my tongue, pushing his cockhead onto the roof of my mouth, then down his shaft, over the bunched-up foreskin underneath his glans. I pulled the skin of his shaft back, tightening it so that I could lick around his frenulum. He groaned and pushed his cock further into my mouth as I fondled his testicles gently. I could feel his cock twitching.

“Good girl,” he said, “but that’s enough for now.”

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it over my lips, then lifted his leg over me to lie on his side next to me. I turned on my side to look at him.

He took my hand and put it on his cock, then moved his hand to play with my pubic hair, threading his fingers through it and pulling at it. I ran my fingers over his shaft, tracing the prominent veins.

“Would you like to feel my cock in your pussy again?”

“Mmmm, yes,” I replied, circling his shaft with my thumb and forefinger.

He moved his fingers down from my pubic hair and onto my slit to play with my labia.

“You mean inside your married pussy. The pussy that used to belong to your husband?”

“Yes,” I replied, moving my hips in response to the actions of his fingers.

“Ooooh,” I groaned as his thumb tickled my clitoris and his fingers rubbed the top wall of my vagina. It felt damn good. I pumped my hips back and forth.

His thumb flicked back and forth over my clitoris, creating sensations of intense pleasure sparking through my groin, as his fingers rubbed hard around my urethra, my G-spot. My husband had never found that special place. I could feel my juices flowing out of me.

“Yes, yes,” I panted, “God, that feels good.”

And it did. Very good. But I wanted his cock. I wanted to feel his hard, hot, throbbing cock inside my body, and somehow he knew. He took his hand away from my pussy.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded in a tone that brooked no disobedience.

I did as he said, my legs spread wide so that I was at the right height. He positioned himself behind me and, without warning, he drove his cock into my vagina.

“Ooooof!”  I cried in surprise as his cockhead plunged into my vagina, forcing apart my vaginal walls on its journey into my fornix. Strangely, though, it didn’t hurt. It felt damn good, as my nervous system erupted with intense feelings of pleasure rippling through my innermost sanctuary. Almost like a mini-orgasm.

It also made me feel completely taken and subsumed by him. Having that hard, hot, vibrant member inside my body made us one entity. I was part of him and he of me.

I felt his hands close around my breasts, squeezing and palpitating them. His fingers and thumbs played with my nipples, rolling them, pulling them, as he started to move inside me. Slowly, at first, pulling his cock back until it was almost out of me, then slowly pushing it back in until I could feel it hit the end of my vagina.

I rotated my hips as he thrust and withdrew, feeling his glans rub in different places inside me. The sensations were incredible. His cockhead was touching places inside me that my husband could never reach, tickling and irritating my insides.

I could feel my juices oozing out around the broad base of his cock, even though my labia clung to his shaft like a glove. I reached underneath me to feel for his swinging balls, capturing his testicles with my fingers and rolling them around in his hairy sac. I made a ring with my thumb and forefinger around his sac above his testicles and pulled them down, feeling their hardness.

He moved his hands from my breasts and put them on my hips, pulling me back and forth on his cock. Now and then he would smack my buttocks, making them sting and feel hot, which I found quite arousing.

He was fucking me quite hard, now, his cock pounding in and out of me, his pubis jarring against my buttocks. The bed squeaked rhythmically with his thrusting.

I could feel myself climbing towards an orgasm. My clitoris was on fire, and my vagina tingled inside. I could feel my legs going numb, and an enormous burn starting just inside my vagina. I gasped and held my breath as I felt it spread out across my groin and down my legs. I could feel all my muscles clench and my toes curl as a glorious sensation flooded every nerve in my body.

“Aaaargh,” I cried out, “oh God, yes, yes,” as my body trembled and shook. It went on and on; I couldn’t stop. My vagina went into spasms, clenching and releasing, and I felt my thighs getting wet. And all the time he fucked me relentlessly, his cock ravaging my insides as my body convulsed around it.

Eventually my orgasm started to fade, but then, unbelievably, started to build again. I pushed my buttocks back against him hard.

“Oh Keith,” I cried out, “oh God, cum, please cum. I want your cum. Please, please, please.”

My voice trailed off into a pathetic pleading as I thrust my buttocks backwards, desperately trying to get him deeper inside. I seemed to be able to feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, every wrinkle, and it sent me into a frenzy.

I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but they seemed to come one after the other. I was in a state of perpetual ecstasy. I wailed, I cried, I shouted, I mewled. My hands screwed up the bedclothes. I fell forward onto the bed, yet still he pounded in and out of my pulsing vagina.

My legs slid apart, and my hips sank onto the bed, but he didn’t stop. He lay down on top of my back and continued thrusting, his magnificent cock ravaging my insides. I was sore, but unbelievably excited, and then I felt him speed up and I knew he was going to climax.

I moved my hips around and clenched my Kegel muscles, when suddenly I felt him ejaculate. His cockhead swelled, and a stream of semen shot out of it to splatter against my cervix and the back of my vagina. It felt glorious, heavenly. My vagina suddenly felt warm and wet as his semen swirled around, filling every crevice. My pelvic muscles clenched and released, coaxing every drop of his life-creating semen out of his cock. I swear I could feel his sperm wriggling up my cervix to invade my womb.

“Oh, Keith. Oh, my darling, my love,” I murmured, “if only …..”

I felt him ejaculate again, this time much less powerfully, and then he was still.

We lay together for a long time, joined together by his cock, his body on mine. I felt his lips on the back of my neck, brushing and nibbling.

After a while I could feel his cock soften and contract. He pulled it out and rolled off my back to lie on his side next to me. I turned onto my side, facing him. He reached between my legs and pushed his fingers into my gaping hole, then pulled them out and fed them to me. I sucked them into my mouth, tasting his cum and my fluids.

He took hold of my left hand and looked at my rings.

“Put your fingers into your cunt,” he said, “I want to see my cum on your rings.”

I put my fingers into my slit, pushing them into my vagina, then took them out again. They were covered with white slime, his cum and my juices. The setting of my diamond engagement ring had semen underneath the stone and in the crevices around it. I would have to clean it later with a toothbrush. My wedding ring was smeared. He looked at my hand and smiled.

“Well, there you are,” he said. "The rings your husband put on your finger, the engagement ring with its promise of marital bliss, the wedding band that binds you together in exclusive fidelity. They are soiled with your lover’s cum, as is your body. The passage to your uterus has been invaded by a cock far bigger and more satisfying than your husband’s.  It has made you orgasm as you never have before, and your womb is full of sperm belonging to another man, to me. You’re mine, Jane. Mine to fuck when I want. To take from your husband when I want. To fill with my cum when my balls need release.”

“I don’t care, Keith. It doesn’t matter. What you make me feel is incredible, indescribable. I’m not going to give it up. I don’t care if you use me. I don’t want my husband to know, and I don’t want to leave him. But I want you to fuck me. Anyway, what about your wife?”

“She will never know. And she’s not really interested.”

“Well, let’s just deal with it.”

“Very well. You better have a shower, but don’t clean your pussy. I want you to feel my cum trickling out of your slit when you sit next to your husband.”

Fifteen minutes later I was showered and dressed again. Keith wouldn’t let me wear my panties, and he made me open another button on my blouse.

We left the room together and walked back to the club lounge. My husband was already there, sitting at a table with a gin and tonic. He looked up and gave me a loving smile as he stood up….