I panted, "Please, please fuck me."

Chris gently placed me back on the sofa and stood. He removed his T-shirt and then his underpants. His glorious manhood sprang rigid in front of my face, and it was truly delicious looking. It was dark, powerful and covered in veins. His cock was not as long as I had suspected, but it certainly had girth, the likes of which I had never before seen. Its bulbous head jerked and wobbled in front of my face, and its head was already lubed with his pre-cum.

I panicked a little. I worried that I was supposed to take him in my mouth. I was not as experienced as other girls might be. My only sexual partner ever was my husband. I wasn't really sure what to do. Luckily for me, Chris sat back down on the sofa and lifted me onto his lap in a cowgirl position. I was still wearing all my clothing, except that I had removed my high heels. When I lowered myself down, my sodden panty-clad pussy came into contact with his rigid cock

"Oh!" It took my breath away. I placed all my weight upon his lap, and his hot, hard cock pushed between my soft, white thighs. I lusted after it. I needed it inside me.

I started to gently thrust and slide along Chris's hard shaft. As I moved forward, I enjoyed the pressure as his cock pushed against my anus. As I slid back, the head of his cock would catch in the divot of my pussy and push against my clitoris. I would hold it at both ends, enjoying his throbbing pressure. Slowly forward, hold. Slowly back, hold. I was hurtling towards another orgasm. Then it hit me! It came when Chris slid his hands beneath my little black party dress, grabbed me by the hips and shoved me hard against his cock at just the right time. His swollen cock head pushed against my panties and entered my pussy, taking the material inside me. That was all it took. I lost all control again.

For the second time that night, I trembled and sobbed, squeaked and squirted. For the second time that night, I panted into his ear, "Please fuck me."

He reached his hand around and yanked my panties out of the way. I reached forward and positioned his cock in just the right place. He grabbed my face and held it.

"Look into my eyes, don't blink!" he ordered. And so it was that we held eye contact as he defiled me, a young wife being penetrated by a stranger's cock for the first time. I panted and spasmed. I thrust and whimpered as his shaft slid deeper towards my womb. I was on an orgasmic plateau, and it was exhausting but exhilarating. In hindsight, I realised that I was quite lucky. He was being considerate, allowing me to ride him first. I was able to control the rate of penetration. I had been on the verge of panic that his cock would be too big for me and would hurt me.

Finally, he bottomed out in me and held me still on his cock. I could feel every throb and twitch, and I'm sure he could feel every contraction of my pussy, which was snug around his cock.

This is it. He will cum in me, and I can go back to my hubby.

How wrong I was! At the point where I had become so weak that I collapsed forward onto his chest and was enjoying his tender cuddles and sweet kisses on my head, he suddenly grabbed my butt cheeks and powerfully stood up. I put my head back and grunted as I was impaled deeper than ever before on his thick cock. I thrusted and thrashed, but he was only just starting.

I'm not very heavy at only 55 kgs, and so he fucked me like that for a good while. I was being kept in a state of orgasmic bliss. Each thrust impaled me as he pounded me upwards against my own weight. At last, it was over, and he plopped me down on his bed on my back. I instinctively opened my legs for him to kneel inside. I was panting with lust, almost to the point of sexual exhaustion.

"So, Mrs Huttly, are you ready to become a slut?"

I was a little taken aback by the language as I have never used such myself. I could barely speak, and so I just nodded.

"Do you understand that once I penetrate you this time with my cock I will not stop until I have filled you with my sperm?"

I simply nodded.

Would he stop now? Would he let me go? If I declared that I wanted to stop and go back to my loving, safe husband, would he agree?

But...I want him to fuck me...hard.

He placed a hand on either side of my shoulders and entered my pussy with his cock in one thrust. And then held it there. Deep. Throbbing. Invading me completely.

He was now panting, and so I assumed he would soon cum deeply and powerfully. He rocked me from side to side, and he positioned his large hands beneath each of my butt cheeks. Then he started.

If I thought he was powerful before, then I was truly mistaken. Each thrust of his black cock seemed to penetrate further into my womb and deeper into my soul. I somehow knew then that this one encounter would change everything; it would change my relationship with my husband and certainly change my view of sex, forever.

Thrust and hold, thrust and hold. Deeper and deeper and ever more powerfully did he fuck me. The sweet gentleman had disappeared and been replaced with a monster, an animal, snarling, vicious, single-minded. He was breeding me, a rutting beast.

My hair was a mess, my little dress was around my waist, and my high heels were still on, although one with a broken heel would have to be fixed. More importantly, my skimpy black panties that had done such a poor job protecting my modesty and chastity were completely wet and shoved to one side to make way for the raging rod of flesh that would soon claim me as its prize. These thoughts brought me to a final climax, and I had another orgasm.

Chris sensed my impending climax, and he was kind enough to pause to allow me to focus on it. He thrust his cock deeply and held it there. But I was pinned. I could barely move. He was at least double my weight and size. I trembled. I shuddered. I cried. I spasmed and contracted around his blood and semen engorged cock. I panted, squeaked and squirted. But try as I might, I could neither thrust nor thrash as I usually do. I moved my stocking-clad legs up and down his sides, and locked and unlocked my legs around his waist, but I was finally spent. I went limp. I was now his fuck toy, and there was nothing I could have done to prevent anything he might do to me.

He snarled and growled at me. One hand was on my lower neck, pinning me, the other hand had grabbed a handful of hair, pinning me. He had clamped his teeth onto my exposed neck, pinning. I was now ready, subdued and completely dominated, ready for his potent seed.

He spoke dirty to me and snarled, "Now, you little whore, you little bitch, now I'm gonna fuck you deep, you slutwife. You're gonna go back to your hubby with my seed in your womb."

He growled and moaned and pounded me hard and deep. At the final moment, he held still, and I could feel his cock throb and the hot semen flood my womb. My defences had been breached, my gate opened, my fertile field plowed and seeded. He continued to thrust into me even after his own climax, but in a slowly decreasing intensity. Eventually, he withdrew, lay next to me and cuddled me softly as I cried.

What have I done?

Epilogue

I walked quietly along the dimly lit corridor of the hotel. I was carrying my shoes with one broken heel. My black stockinged feet fell in silence on the carpet. In Chris’s room, on his bed, the bed where I had surrendered my married chastity, he had fucked me one more time after we had slept for a while. This was in doggy position. His balls slapped against my pussy, and he pulled my hair and spanked me lightly on my butt. He called me a ‘naughty girl’ and a slutwife’. I enjoyed it. I shouldn’t have, but I did. This turned into a prone position when I weakened. He pounded me, I orgasmed, and he dumped another load into me.

As I walked to the elevator, I could feel some of his semen ooze out of my pussy and begin to run down my inner thigh to the tops of my black stockings. I was glad the lights were low. In the elevator was another woman, maybe a bit younger than I. Her make-up was a mess, and her hair was as well.

My goodness! Did I look like that?

Our eyes met after she had looked me up and down.

“Having a good time?” she quipped, probably not expecting an answer.

The door opened on the second floor and I got out. In the short while it took for me to find my room, number 249, I felt an overwhelming sense of shame. I had cheated on my beloved husband. I had betrayed his trust. Now, I had to face him. I just hoped he was asleep.

I pressed the keycard against the door and entered. It was dark. I stumbled a little as I negotiated the unfamiliar room. I decided to forego my PJs as it was too dark to find them, and I did not want to wake my husband by turning on the light. I unzipped my dress and slid it to the floor, undid my bra and removed my stockings. I decided to sleep in just my black panties.

I crawled into bed next to my spouse, but I could not sleep. The turmoil of emotions and shame moved me to tears, and I lay there crying as quietly as I could.

Until.

Craig rolled over and cuddled me. It was then that his rampant, hot penis flopped onto my thigh.

“Oh!”

“Tell me all about it, honey,” he whispered.