I imagine my husband leaving for work without saying good morning, leaving me to attend our home all alone and with no one to pay attention to me. You have been parking in my neighborhood, watching me from the shadows and waiting for just the right moment to introduce yourself. We had met briefly at a restaurant bar where you complimented me on my slender dress, sheer stockings and high heel pumps. I smiled and fluttered my eyelids, flattered that a young man with your physique would even notice me in the company of so many attractive younger women.

I have noticed you since then, but imagined that you weren't really interested, or maybe you noticed my wedding ring and assumed that I was happily married. I woke early and dressed in a skimpy satin nighty with a simple pair of lace panties. I like to walk around my house barefoot, drinking my coffee and chatting online with other desperate housewives. When I heard the doorbell ring, I thought that there might be a delivery, so I answered despite my state of revealing dress.

I opened the door just a few inches and immediately recognized you from the bar. I smiled and asked what you were doing at my home, to which you admitted that you'd been looking for an opportunity to speak with me further. I thought it forward but also sweet, so I invited you inside for a coffee. Once you saw how short and slim I am beside you, I noticed how your eyes drank in every detail of my small but supple breasts and tiny bottom beneath the silk slip. I may have giggled a little to see you so taken with me, truly flattered that you really were interested in me as a young woman.

As I closed the door and turned to walk into the kitchen, you took my arm gently and turned me towards you. I looked up into your eyes and saw that you were looking at my lips. I bit my lower one with a mischievous grin and backed against the wall. You placed a hand beneath my chin and motioned for me to turn around, sliding the other hand down along my breast and cupping my bottom. I felt my slip lift over my hips, then you were lowering your zipper and spreading my thighs with your knees.

I should have panicked and told you to stop or even called out for help, but I leaned against the wall as you lowered my panties around my thighs and then down to my knees. Your cock was thick and mushroomed with an upward curve which placed it teasingly against my swelling clit. I gasped as you lifted my breasts to fondle them above your forearm, placing it where you could keep me from struggling. Your cock was already wet with pre-cum, sliding between my cheeks and then spreading my puckered asshole. I cried out as you stretched me, shaking when your full length penetrated me so deep that I lost my breath to the pleasure and pain of being ravished.

I was flat against the wall when you went balls-deep and told me to keep still, pumping your angry cock into me over and over again. I could feel each time that you came, the moisture dripping down my inner thighs until I thought I might tear from your thrusting. Once you had me shaking and crying like I deserve, you pulled out and turned me toward you again. Your cock was still standing erect against your waist, red and wet from using me so hard. My legs quivered as I dropped to my knees, looking up into your eyes as you held my neck and placed your swollen head against my lips.

You told me to suck it like the married slut that I am, pushing your thick girth deep inside until I began to gag. I choked down your first orgasm of thick and ropey cum, then felt both of your hands hold my head and chin to fuck my mouth hard. My eyes rolled back and cream ran over my chin and across my breasts as you used my mouth like a fuck toy. I gagged and struggled to breathe, but my body was limp and there was no fight left in me to resist. I swallowed what I could, but you kept going deeper until I had to open my lips wide just to inhale and not pass out.

Filthy and dripping wet with your thick loads, I fell back against the floor as you lifted my slender legs over your hips and then your elbows. You manhandled me like a doll until I could feel your head kiss my clit and penetrate my moist lips. You ravished me even harder, telling me that a dirty whore needs to be bred the way I deserve to be. I writhed and spasmed as each thrust squelched with the sucking sounds of your cum filling me to bursting. I lay there and let you use me, never imagining that I would have a chance at escaping your intentions. I only wished that my husband could have walked in and seen just how much another man really desired me. I think I would have orgasmed even harder if he had.

You lay on top of me after you spent your entire load, kissing my neck and caressing every inch of my abused body. I felt your cream running out of each hole, over my lips and across my breasts and bottom. I couldn't speak and didn't need to, because you had given me all that I have ever wanted to experience with a real man. You whispered sweet nothings into my ear and told me that I was a good girl, making me feel like the most special young woman since I was proposed to years ago. But what you did for me is far more satisfying that any marriage bed could be. I finally felt like a free woman.

I want you to visit more often and use me for your pleasure. Breed me and make me yours to do with as you please.