As the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.

I guess I need to take you back about a year. At that point Greg and I had been married for five years. I was twenty four and he was twenty seven when we married. It all stemmed from a blind date, one that neither of us really wanted to go on.

I had just received my MBA and had started working for a large national company in marketing. I was (and am) an outgoing people person with a strong drive to succeed. Greg had just received his PhD in genetics and was teaching and researching at a large university. He was a fairly quiet, sort of nerdy but good looking guy who was already convinced he would find a cure for cancer.

A friend, at the last minute, convinced me to go to a party that I was not really excited about. Greg had just tagged along with a friend. We literally bumped into each other and he almost spilled his drink on me. After an apology came mutual introductions. I felt like I had been struck by lightning. He told me later he had a similar reaction.

There was no explaining it. My nipples got hard and I could feel my pussy heating up. As if led by an unseen hand, we both moved to a quiet area and just talked, about all kinds of things. All the while I kept thinking I really wanted to fuck this guy. The longer we talked, the stronger the attraction. He was very interested in me and my thoughts and opinions, as I was with him. He was not trying to come on with me, most guys did.

I am somewhere between cute and beautiful. Blond hair, green eyes, 34D boobs and 5'5" tall. I was used to guys chasing me and in college I let quite a few catch me. I loved sex and the more experienced I became the more I wanted and the more variety I desired. Once in the business world I had to suppress these feelings, at least around people I somehow interacted with, at the company or with clients.

It turned out that as nerdy as Greg seemed, he also was no shrinking violet when it came to sex. In fact he was quite the freak, something I love.

After talking for quite awhile he finally suggested that we leave and go to his place for some more “personal interaction.” I readily agreed. We went to our cars and I followed him.

Once at his place things took a dramatic turn rather quickly. “I have been wanting to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you.” With that he stepped in close and gave me a very passionate, erotic kiss. I reciprocated his advance, feeling the bulge growing in his pants and knowing my panties were soaking from my desire.

He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. “I think this is where we need to be.” He said as his hands brushed my hard nipples and began to unbutton my blouse. I just stood there, mesmerized. After each button he rubbed or tweaked both nipples, releasing a quiet moan from me. This was not me, not the outgoing, in control woman I knew I was.

After the last button, he removed my blouse and unhooked my bra, releasing my boobs. He moved behind me, cupping and caressing them as he unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor. I still had only moaned and sighed from his touch. Then he stroked between my legs and I gasped from his touch, I almost came. In fact I had to work to hold it back. How was this happening to me?

“I see you are more than ready. We better take care of that soon.”

I blurted out, “Oh my god yes! I need you badly!”

He returned to face me and gently pushed me down to me knees. “Release me and put your tongue to work.”

I quickly did just that, finding to my pleasure that he had gone commando and that the bulge hid a wonderful example of manhood. I took him deeply in my mouth and began to greedily suck and lick his ample endowment. I hardly noticed his clothes falling away as I was so engrossed in ardently devouring his cock. I let my right hand go inside my panties to my clit where very little stimulation was necessary to bring on an orgasm. I did not want to remove his cock so all I could do was hold him tightly and utter, “Mmmmm, Ohhhh, Yeessss!”

He pulled me up and then lifted me in a swift motion, carrying me to the bed and tossing me down on my back. He quickly followed, leaping between my legs and swiftly rubbing his cock up and down my pussy, coating it with my lube juice. No time was wasted plunging deep in me. Once there he held me tight, keeping his member tight against me.

With his head next to mine he said, “Jill, I am going to do something I have never done before, especially on a first date, if that is what you want that is. I want you to know my feelings. I am have never been so attracted to a woman as I am to you. I cannot explain it but I feel this is very special for both of us. I am not afraid to totally open up to you. If this is not love then I do not know what it could be. Do not say anything right now, just enjoy our physical and mental togetherness and cum as often as you can.”

With that he began to move slowly in me. Short slow strokes that inflamed me even more. This was all different from past encounters. My passions and cravings overwhelmed me. I began to climax in strong, enthralling contractions.

“Oh Greg, god I am cumming and cumming! They are small but getting stronger each time. Fuck me, please fuck me harder and longer. I love you so much! No man has ever affected like you are affecting me. I cannot believe how wonderful you are. Ohhhh my pussy is yours, take me! Damn, damn, please cum in me, fill me with your seed, I need to feel your throbbing pulses of cum!”

His strokes did get longer, harder and faster. Soon I felt his hot, sticky semen spurt in me. It caused one last magnificent orgasm that shook my whole body and left me in a trembling euphoria.

He slowly pulled out and flopped on his back next to me, both of us exhausted and sticky from sweat. The last of his cum and my juice dripping from his cock at the same time as his deposit began to drip out of me. Our hearts were pounding and we were out of breath.

Neither of us spoke. I think we were both in some sort of shock about what happened and what was said between us. Finally he said, “That was the best ever and I meant everything I said to you.”

I rolled over to him, my boobs pressing into him. “I feel exactly the same way.”

With that, I completed my roll so I was on top of him. I dangled my nipples in his mouth and rubbed my pussy back and forth on his cock as it lay on his abdomen. His kissing and sucking got me wetter and soon my rubbing brought his cock back to life. He easily slipped into me and I started to slowly grind into him. He reached up and slapped one of my boobs.

It took me by surprise and I almost yelled at him but then he slapped the other and caught a bit of my nipple. I said nothing. Was it pain or pleasure? The more I ground into him the more he slapped. Soon I was cumming again and he held my nipples as I did, applying more pressure as the orgasm peaked. I loved it! I dropped forward on him, smothering him with kisses.

Neither one of us remembered when we finally went to sleep. Late the next morning we did enjoy our mutual shower to wash away the remnants of our sexual detritus. He made coffee and we sat at the table, nude, like we had known each other for a long time, perfectly comfortable with each other, enjoying our mutual company.

I knew I had things I had to get done so with much reluctance, knowing I was giving up a small reprise of last night, I told him I had to leave. But not before we made plans for seeing each other again soon.

I thought about that night a great deal. Sexually it was even better than being back in college and going through my slut days. I had wanted to get married someday. I wanted to have a life partner, someone to share the good, the bad and possibly children. Could he be that guy? We seemed so different at first but we got along so well, shared many of the same views, especially in the important areas like money, religion and sex.

I knew from early in college that I needed sex to be an essential part of my life. But the guys who I would consider did not measure up in other ways that were just as important. I would not settle just to be married. But Greg was different. I had high hopes for us. Time would tell.

Things did go as I hoped. We fucked like bunnies and got into more and more mutually fun, freaky sex. I developed a love for anal. He did me there almost as much as my pussy. Bondage and spanking played a role in our lovemaking. I really enjoyed being tied up as he used me however he choose and he became very inventive. He often did not stop until I was a quivering mass of soaking wet, extremely satisfied, female flesh.

After only a few months had passed we both knew we were going to get married. There never was a really formal proposal, we just started talking about when and where we were going to do it. We did not want a big expensive deal so we agreed on my parents house for the ceremony and reception for just family and close friends. It was a fun affair and life went on as usual.

We moved into my apartment since it had the best location for our jobs and sublet his. We also started house hunting, eventually finding a nice little place we could afford in a good commuting area and school district. Our jobs were both demanding and high stress but we always found time to have great sex at least five of the seven days of the week. He often left me as a quivering, dripping sated woman. Our careers were going good and our home life was wonderful.

As time passed Greg slowly became more and more obsessed with his medical research into an obscure disease. He was working longer and longer hours. Working Saturday and sometimes even Sunday were almost getting common place. My work was demanding and I was on a track for further promotion but it did not require the time that Greg devoted to his job. I still loved him very much but I was beginning to feel less a partner and more of a convenience.

The years went by and it just became worse. We hardly saw each other. Our sex life was almost nil. Once or twice a month he would get in the mood for a quickie and that was it. I made up for it by masturbation. I purchased many different toys. Between them, my fingers and movies I gave myself the orgasms I needed. But it was not nearly the same as human interaction; not nearly the same as what we had when we first got married. I did not want a divorce but I needed something more and he was obviously not going to give it to me.

I took to going out with some of the girls from work, mostly on Friday nights. We usually went to a large local hotel where we had contacts that reduced the drink prices for us; the place was usually full of people. Some of us were married, some not. We just wanted the socialization and entertainment that came from people watching and occasional interaction.

Guys often hit on us. We mostly discouraged them, except for the unpredictable times when one of the single girls got interested and disappeared, always to face close questioning on Monday.

I am now up to the beginning of the year I told you I was going to bring you back to. It was one of our usual Friday nights and a guy, in town for a medical convention, singled me out for attention, even though we both were wearing wedding rings. Although I was with the girls he appeared on a side away from them and asked if he could buy me a drink and chat a bit. I had noticed him sitting alone earlier and thought it unusual for such a good looking guy to be alone.

I said, “Sure but I am married and here with my friends.”

“No problem, I am just looking for some company after sitting through the conference all day. I want to get back to work and am trapped here. I am Jon by the way.”

“Jill here.”

So we chatted about our lives, spouses, jobs. I was surprised that he was a pediatric cardiac surgeon. I had not paid any attention to the conference, the hotel was always having them. This one was, of course, medical. Surgery to be exact and he was not just attending but had given a lecture.

He was telling me how good he was with his hands due his years of experience in small spaces with small hearts. He had them insured for over a million dollars. I sort of joked with him about his ability. He slid over closer to me and reached around me.

As I mentioned, I consider myself good looking and am well endowed boob-wise. I always wear minimizer bras and conservative business attire to work to keep that part of me as low key as possible.

When he reached around me I thought he was probably going for the peanuts. He brushed against my back and then I felt a small “snap” to my bra strap. Suddenly my bra was hanging loose inside my blouse and he did come back with peanuts.

I know I had a surprised look but he did come back with the peanuts... I told him I needed to go to the ladies room.

“Why don’t we go to my room instead? If you need to freshen up, my bathroom is clean.”

Not consciously looking for this I was shocked at he offer. Several thoughts ran through my mind quickly: slapping him, drink tossing, walking away and probably a couple others. But he was good looking, not to mention very clever and interesting. Besides he had a certain sex appeal, lord knows I needed that.

“Okay but just to finish our drinks and our chat. You leave first. What is your room number?”

“605"

“Be there in a few. I have to explain to my friends.”

“Great!” he said and casually wandered off.

I told my friends that I saw someone I knew, was going to see them and not to worry about me if they had to leave. They were engrossed in their own fun and oblivious to what had been going on. Several said, “See ya later!” then turned back to their conversation.

I picked up my drink and headed upstairs, bra still hanging loose. I knocked on 605. He answered the door dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, pretty quick change.

“Glad you came up. Sorry about the little trick down stairs, did not mean to annoy or tick you off. It was just not a thought through impulse. Shall I reconnect it?”

I turned around, put my drink down and said, “Why don’t you just do that.”

He came up behind me, fiddled with the strap and finally said, “I need to pull up your blouse. Disconnecting is much easier than connecting through material.” With that my blouse came out of my skirt and his hands again fiddled with the strap.

“Can’t you do that now?” I said impatiently.

He moved in very close saying, “I think I need to do this first.”

He reached around and lifted my boobs while gently squeezing my nipples. I started to pull away and thought about screaming but it felt so damn good! My knees became weak and I leaned back into him.

“Oh Jon, god that feels so damn good!”

“Without seeing them I know your breasts are beautiful. They are so full and do not sag. They should be given much attention.”

A doctor’s evaluation I thought with a laugh. “Just keep evaluating them, they need a thorough examination with emphasis on my nipples!”

Always keeping one hand caressing a nipple, he unbuttoned my blouse which then easily went to the floor with my bra. Still behind me he unzipped my skirt and it dropped, leaving me only in my panties. I had long ago made regular waxing appointments and now kept them simply out of habit and an ingrained desire to be bare, not that anyone had seen my pubic area for months, let alone gotten close.

With his right hand going back forth from nipple to nipple, he let his left drift down to my panties. He grazed my skin between my navel and the top of the panties. Shivers went up and down my back. Each time he went down, he went deep inside my panties. Finally he continued all the way to my drenched pussy and did not stop until his finger was deep in me.

It had been months since they had been touched. “Jon just do what you are doing. It has been months. I am going to cum soon. Finger fuck me! Yes, faster! Hit my clit.”

I slumped in his arms as my first non-self simulated orgasm in months ran through me like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuck yes! Hold your fingers tight against me.”

With his left hand securely in me he put his right arm under my ass, lifted me up and carried me to the bed where he had to remove his fingers to lay me down. “Oh no, that felt so good in me!”

“I have what will feel even better.”

“You better have,” I said as I pulled my panties totally off. “Get that dick over here so I can suck you!”

His tee shirt and shorts fell off and with nothing underneath he was rapidly on me, cock at my mouth. I greedily began to suck him. I had missed this so much! After a short time I laid my head on the edge of the bed. “Fuck my mouth and throat!”

He was tender to begin with but when he realized I could take it all, he gave it to me. I loved every inch of him.

“Jill, I can’t believe you can do this. You mouth feels like a pussy. I am going to cum unless you tell me to stop!”

In garbled words I said, “Fuck my throat. Shoot your load. Give me all of it, I want every drop!”

His cock got even harder, I tasted the clear fluid begin to ooze out of him. I knew what was right behind it. When I felt him begin to pulse and got the first taste of cum, I took him as deep as I could. Most of his load went straight down. It was not til I needed to breath that I had to pull him out and catch the ending dribbles.

“And you have not done that in months?! What is wrong with your husband?”

“Lets not go into that right now,” I said as I straightened myself on the bed. “Get up here next to me, you are not done I hope.”

“No worries there babe. Maybe I will eat your pussy while I recover. Would you mind if I did that?”

“Funny man! Hold me and kiss me for a few minutes and then get down there. I have so missed this. Maybe you need a mistress?”

He laughed and said he would not mind at all but the distance would be a problem. Not much later he had moved between my legs.

“Baby smooth, I love it!”

“Make it yours Jon, make it yours!”

And he did. The man could eat pussy! I do not know if he was that good or that I had missed it so bad but he gave me three earth shattering orgasms before bring his fluid covered face up to mine. He held me tight as I licked and kissed him clean. As I was doing that and he was holding me I spread my legs as wide as possible and his cock found its way into my pussy on its own.

He started to pump me and I reciprocated his movements. “Can I cum in you.” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes, I am safe and I am dying to feel full of your hot seed. Cum whenever you are ready, don’t slow down. I will cum when I feel you begin to shoot in me.”

He began to fuck me that much faster and harder. Battering my twat, balls slapping against me. He lifted my legs and put them under his shoulders. I was totally at his mercy. His grip grew tighter, I knew he was close.

“Baby, I am going to cum!”

“Fill me full! I want every drop you have.”

His spurting started. I felt it deep in me, triggering my orgasm. We were both moaning, grunting, straining, panting as we came together. Breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies slowly came to a stop and he rolled off me.

“Damn woman!”

“Yes?” I tried to casually say.

“You damn sure had some pent up passion.”

“I told you it had been a long time.”

He succeeded in getting me to talk about Greg and my situation. I thought I would feel tremendous guilt but, in fact, I was relieved. I had bottled up my sex drive for years and now the genie was out of the bottle. I realized how bad I needed what he gave me. It was not just the orgasms, although they were important, but it was the human touch. It was being wanted; feeling loved and needed; feeling as an essential equal partner. He helped me change my life that night. I would never be the same.

We talked a bit more, then I showered, dressed and thanked him for everything that happened that night. I am not sure he ever would really understand what he had done. How many one night stands get thanked for their efforts, actions and thoughts?

I went home, dropped all my clothes on the floor, said good night to a half asleep Greg and fell into a deep, very satisfied, sleep.

The next morning I work up to a note that said he let me sleep since he had to go into work. I decided to go shopping.

After checking out all the stores, I settled on two spaghetti strap, low cut, slinky cocktail dresses. Then off to Victoria’s to find the right strapless bras. The salesgirl had me try on several with the dresses to find the best ones to show off my boobs and cleavage. I left a happy girl. Last stop was to buy new shoes. I found a pair of woven, patent, four inch heel pumps, perfect for the look and to show off my legs.

By the time I came home he had still not arrived so I just put everything in my closet, not trying to hide anything, and changed into shorts and a cut off tee shirt, no bra of course. I hardly ever wore one around the house and he hardly noticed.

I called him and told him to that we were going out for dinner so get home before five pm; He did. I put on one of my new outfits, which he amazingly noticed, but that was about all. We had a nice dinner and when we arrived home, I initiated a sexual advance which he reciprocated but it was an almost perfunctory response. We had a fairly quick fuck and that was that. I felt like “what’s the use?”.

The next week was work as usual for both of us but on Friday I bought one of my new outfits with me in a shopping bag and let it in the car. After work I told the girls I could not make it that night, previous engagement. They thought nothing of it and went for their night out.

Little did they know I was going for my night out also, just to a different hotel. It is a big city with many conference hosting hotels. I picked one I knew to be a good possibility. When I arrived I asked the valet to hold my car for a few minutes so I could go in and I would be back in ten minutes. I took my bag and went to the ladies room where I changed outfits from conservative business to sexy woman. The valet almost did not recognize me when I returned.

The lounge was crowded with mostly men from the convention. I found a seat at the bar, ordered a drink then turned to face the room, legs crossed, dress moving up nicely. Several guys came over to talk with me but none really did it for me. I had been making eye contact, off and on, with a guy across the room. He finally came over and introduced himself. His name was Mark. He was attending the convention to see if what was being presented would be good for his company and he had decided no. Now he was just looking for some fun before he went home.

After some short, basic small talk he asked me how much I charged?

“Excuse me!?” I retorted. “You think I am a hooker?”

He stepped down a few notches from his very assertive approach to being apologetic and a bit more courteous and considerate. “I am really sorry! It is just that there are not many women here, especially single, and I just made a bad assumption based on the way you are dressed. You are very sexy and beautiful. I will leave you alone.”

“We all make mistakes,” I said. I flashed my wedding ring, “I am married just like you and we may be looking for the same thing. Lets chat a bit more.”

We talked about our lives and jobs, finding that we both were in a similar situation. He had a high pressure position in his company just like I did and he had a passionless wife. Like me, there was pent up frustration.

“Look I am really sorry for what I said earlier. But we seem to be on the same wave length now. I have a penthouse suite, beautiful balcony and the sky is clear with a full moon. Why not come upstairs and enjoy the view.”

I wanted to and I had the feeling that I might enjoy his pent up frustrations.

“Give me your room number and I will be five minutes behind you. I just do not want to walk out of here with a guy.”

He quickly gave me the number saying, “See you in five!”

I waited and then casually headed up to his room. When I knocked he opened the door in a bathrobe. “Just wanted to get comfortable.”

I thought to myself, Ya I know you want more than that. But so did I so I said, “Great, glad to see you are relaxed.”

He gave me a pleasant hug saying, “Check out the balcony view.”

He followed me outside and stood beside me as I enjoyed was really was a dramatic view of the city. He put his are around me and pulled me tight against him. I did not resist. Then, with nothing being said, the zipper of my dress went down.

I wiggled my body a bit and it fell to the floor. He pulled me to him and unhooked my bra. We separated long enough for it to fall. My panties were all that I had left. Still no words had passed.

“Your tits are beautiful, magnificent really! Spread your legs.”

I did as he asked. He bent to take one of my nipples in his mouth and at the same time he used his right hand to begin mildly tapping my now soaking pussy in a slow rythmic way. His gentle nipple sucking increased in strength and his tapping became more powerful. I was holding him tightly, his robe open. I reached for his cock. It was hard and ready.

Suddenly he ripped my panties off and began forcefully slapping my pussy, hitting my clit with every blow. The orgasm hit me swiftly. I almost collapsed from its intensity, my juice now freely running.

He brought me to the railing of the balcony. “Hold on tight!” He was behind me and after several strokes between my labia to gather my lube on his organ, he thrust deeply in me.

“Oh god yes! Fuck that drenched pussy. Do me deep and hard!”

Abruptly and sharply, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, the blows landed precisely on my ass. The penetrating sensations rocking through me. Just as they ended he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“You want this bitch don’t you? You need this!”

He stopped his fucking. “Tell me how bad you want it. Beg me for my cock deep in you!”

“Please, please don’t stop! Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass if you want it. Just don’t stop, I need it badly!” I implored him.

He began to fuck me fast but only entering me a few inches. I tried to back into him but he held me off. He got faster and faster. I was pleading for more of him deep in me but he just kept up the quick, shallow thrusts. Then, with no warning, he sank fully in me, as deep as he could possible go. My orgasm was instantaneous and incredibly powerful. My body wanted to collapse but he had me by the hair and an arm under my abdomen. He pulled me upright by my hair and half dragged me to the bed where he let me crumple on it.

My body was throbbing from the orgasms and punishment but he was not done, he had not cum yet. He was immediately between my legs, spreading them wide with his legs.

He once again lubed himself from me and plunged fully into me. I was somewhat dazed but still wanted more. He rose up and began slapping my boobs and nipples as he kept up his strong, deep fucking. I began to just cum and cum, my mind almost senseless, moaning and gasping.

My juice was running freely; my ass was soaked. He unexpectedly pulled out of me and quickly rammed into my ass. I screamed and came at the same time! I was a quivering heap of a woman. All I could do was let him have his way. I wanted and savored it but could give nothing back. After pounding my ass he finally released an enormous ejaculation of his hot seed into me and collapsed on the bed next to me, panting and gasping for air.

“That was the best fuck I have had in years!” he said after his breathing returned to normal.

I laughed. “It was nice to meet you also. I had a feeling you did it rough and I was not wrong. You gave me quite the workout!” I said as I falteringly got to my feet to go shower.

I stood under the hot water, soaking in the warmth, gently washing my sore pussy and ass. I loved what had happened but my body needed to recover.

When I came out he was sitting on the bed, still nude. As I was dressing, he started to apologize for being too rough. I stopped him and told him it was fine, that I had really enjoyed it but he had just taken all I had to give.

“I need to go sleep for hours and recover. You need sleep also. I think we both worked out our stress,” I said laughing happily. “Maybe we will meet again someday.” With that I smiled at him and peacefully walked out the door.

I drove home carefully, dropped my clothes in the bedroom and crawled into bed next to a sleeping Greg. I woke up when he did in the morning. He asked if I had fun with the girls last night and I told him it was a regular night, fun talk and diversion from the week. He, of course, had to go into the lab. I went back to sleep and awoke again around noon when the phone rang. It was Sally, my best, most trusted, girlfriend.

She wanted me to come over for Bloody Mary’s. I tried to beg off but she wold not hear of it so I got myself together, barely, and went over. I sat down at the table where she had a drink and snacks waiting, thank goodness.

We were both in rather similar situations, no kids, husbands who worked too much and stressful jobs. We could always unload on each other. She told me I looked like shit. I laughed and told her there was a reason. I told her all about the previous night and why I had done it.

“Damn girl I envy you! I need some of that but I don’t think I have it in me to go through with it. Now that you brought it up, I do have interests however...”

She stood up and walked around behind me. Reaching over my shoulders and cupping my boobs through my tee shirt she said, “Don’t you ever wear a bra? Yours are so big you should.”

I was surprised by her touch but not shocked. I often suspected that she was bisexual from little things she said. Her gentle touch to my nipples felt good after last night. I just sighed and leaned my head back. She leaned down and softly kissed me. “If you want to do that you need to be under my shirt to fully appreciate them.” I said with a chuckle.

She quickly responded by doing just that, “Oh but your nipples are lovely and your breasts are so soft for as firm as they stand out.”

“Come sit on my lap facing me.” I said as I pulled my chair out. She did and I unsnapped her bra so I could return her favor. This was not new to me, it had just been since college. “Your nipples are awfully nice also. They certainly get hard quickly.”

We both moaned with pleasure and closed our eyes, enjoying a tender kiss as we caressed each other. “Why has this taken so long?” I asked.

“I was not sure and I just took a chance today after what you told me about your life and last night. Want to go to the bedroom?”

“I do but you need to be gentle with me, I am still sore down there.”

We had a wonderful time. After working our oral magic on each other, she brought out a silicon dildo for me to use on her. A little lube mixed with her own and I was hand fucking her to several orgasms as I lay next to her. The soft gentle sex was a delightful change from the male fucking I had received.

Afterwards we talked over our Bloody Mary’s and agreed that we were both more male oriented but were also glad this had happened. We now knew we could enjoy each other in new ways.

Spring was coming on and we played tennis together in the good weather. We now had something to occasionally look forward to after a game, given time and the needed home privacy. It was very nice after knowing her for so long that it happened the way it did. Made us even closer.

I went out to hotels and picked up twelve more married guys during the year I am writing about. I found married guys safe, experienced and usually horny due to a non-horny wife. I kept a diary of the basics of each encounter in my bed stand. Greg could have read it anytime if he had looked for it.

Towards the end of the year I became bolder and bolder in my Friday night adventures. I began to search craigslist for married guys with big cocks, black or white. I just wanted them for a few hours. One became a repeat. His story follows.

My first black guy, Colby, was local. He was recently divorced and not looking for another relationship, just fun. He told me a friend with benefits was his speed right now, perfect for me. He also wanted his first experience with a white woman. I liked the idea of trying a large black cock for the first time.

After email and phone exchanges I made arrangements to go to his apartment on a Friday night. I did not bother with the clothing change since I figured it would not really matter. He met me at the door in slacks, a long sleeve shirt and drink in hand for me. It was a bit awkward, trying to be cool about just meeting and getting ready to probably fuck in a few minutes.

We made small talk about our life for a short time but we both knew why I was there. I had found that although men could come on strong later, at first they were usually a bit shy, not knowing how to start things.

I got up, sat on his lap and kissed him. He reciprocated nicely. I pulled him up and could see his bulge. My juices started running. We looked at each other and while still holding an eye lock, I undid his belt and zipper reaching inside. I was astounded! It was the biggest cock I had ever felt by far and I told him so. He asked if he could undress me. I did it for him. I think his eyes actually bulged when he saw my body. It did not take him long to also become nude. I went to my knees as his pants went down.

“Oh my god! Even though I have seen your pictures the real thing is incredible!”

My hands would not fit around him. With both hands holding him there was still more cock above them. I could feel my pussy already beginning to drip as my mouth engulfed as much of him as I could. I wanted him in me that instant but also had a bit of concern about it fitting. I put that out of my mind and sucked, licked and kissed it, enjoying this blow job like none before. He swelled even larger with my vigorous oral ministrations.

Finally and against my cravings, he pulled me up. “Come on girl, I want to eat your pussy, give you this cock and hopefully drive you into a state of orgasmic bliss.”

Hard to argue with that so I reluctantly arouse. He stood back and just admired my body. “You are so beautiful! All the pictures of white women I have seen and now you are here wanting me. I am as excited as you are.” he said with a giant smile on his face.

He insisted on going down on me even though I wanted to keep sucking him. It was a good choice. He was a master with his tongue and fingers. I warned him about my free flowing juice and he just licked up every drop that he could as he rubbed his face all over my puss.

As soon as he started on me I began to moan and urge him on. “Oh yes Colby eat that pussy, suck my clit, god I love your tongue! Fuck me with it, Ahhhh, damn!” My first orgasm of many that night ran through me. I grabbed his head and held him tight to my fountain of love juice. He greedily gulped it all down.

I released his head and quickly flipped over, raising my knees and spreading my legs as wide as I could. He mounted me and I reached for his cock. I was so consumed with my passionate desire all thought of being too big had vanished. I reached down to hold him and guide him into me. I rubbed him up and down, covering him in my lube and then pushed its head into me, gasping in awe at his size. I was stretched beyond what I thought possible but there was no pain, only enormous pleasure. I could feel every ridge and vein on his huge organ.

He took over and began to gradually push it deeper and deeper, making short strokes to pick up more lube and then pressing on further. “Colby, damn you are huge! You are stretching me more than I conceived I could go and it feels so fucking fantastic! I want all of you. Keep going slow and stroking me but keep going!”

He was very gentle with me. Taking his time to go deeper but always keeping his fucking motion going.

I cried out, “I am cumming again, fuck, fuck, do me Colby do me, fuck that pussy. I can take it deeper. It is absolutely amazing! You make it feel different that any guy ever has. That’s it, go deeper.”

“Jill you are so tight but also so soaking wet. I have never felt a woman put out love juice like you do. My cock feels like it is enshrouded in some sort of hot slippery tunnel. I am almost all the way in, are you okay?”

“I am way more than okay, I have reached and passed that stage of bliss you mentioned. I am catapulting towards a rapturous state of ecstasy and euphoria! Damn, damn, another orgasm has me in it’s clutches, fuck!”

I had my legs and arms around him, squeezing tight, trying not to scratch him, my whole body shaking from the cumulative orgasms I had experienced. He had still not cum and now that he was fully in me and knew I could take him he sped up his thrusts, his large balls slapping against my ass. I could not let go. I was caught in a mental and physical place where time and space did not exist. I was in practically a continuous orgasm.

I was panting for breath, heart hammering, unable to make coherent sounds. Ultimately I felt his body stiffen. Through his gasping he murmured that he was going to cum. His cock pulsed against my vaginal walls and a flood of his hot semen spurted in me. That sent me into one last body shuddering tremendous orgasm!

He finally rolled off me and lay still breathing heavily, just like me. At the same time we said, “That was incredible!” And laughed at our timing.

We both recovered and I lifted myself out of bed to go shower. Colby, his cock slowly swinging back and forth, brought us both big containers of water. “I think we need to do this again.” I said grinning widely.

“I could not agree more. This night and you are more than I ever thought I would experience in my life. Are we friends with benefits?”

“Without a doubt. You are an amazing, sexy, gentle man. I enjoyed every minute tonight.”

We showered together, making sure all our body parts were extremely clean. We kissed goodnight and I left, an extremely satisfied woman. Once home it was the same routine; Greg asleep, me dropping my clothes and falling into bed nude to sleep like a baby.

I had spent the past year having quite a bit of fun sex but also hoping that Greg would somehow wake up to the fact that he had a wife that wanted to be more than someone to come home to, when he did manage to come home at a reasonable hour. A woman that at one time he could not keep his hands off and now hardly ever laid his hands on.

I knew I had to do something for my own sanity. Divorce was an option but not one that I really wanted. Through everything I still loved Greg. I was seriously considering turning him into a cuckold. He could then live that way or realize what our life had turned into and do something about it.

The next Friday night I spent another night with Colby. Now that we knew each other a bit better there was no hesitation and we both candidly expressed ourselves. The sex was even better!

Afterwards I discussed my desire to cuck my husband and I wanted him to be the guy. I wanted to invite him over for dinner and when we were finished eating I would tell Greg what I had been doing for the past year and that I was now going to fuck Colby in our bed and he was going to sit in the corner and do nothing but watch.

This of course shocked Colby but we talked about it. I fully explained my situation and my feelings for both Greg and him. He began to understand and said he would give it serious thought. That was the night I went home with no shower.

We talked later in the week, he agreed. We set Saturday night for the dinner. I was going to initially introduce him as a new manager in the sales department that I worked with. The surprise would be later.

Saturday night came. Colby arrived on time and I introduced him to Greg. Greg proceeded to play to perfect host. I was wearing one of my cocktail dresses. Greg had commented earlier, when he saw what I was wearing, that I might be over dressed. I told him it was perfect.

Dinner went well, good conversation, the boys were getting along well. When it came time for dessert I announced that dessert was going to be a little different tonight. I served everyone a appropriate glass of 21 year old single malt, saying they should enjoy it and to feel free to grab seconds. Then I told Greg that until I told him otherwise he was to sit still, say nothing, no matter what he heard, just listen to me and if he was smart to go along with my wishes.

I then proceeded to tell him what I had been doing for the past year. Not in extreme detail but why, how many guys, how much I had loved it and finished with Colby. Greg did sit still, extremely so. I thought I detected a look of astonishment and possibly even excitement. I finished by telling him that we were all going into our bedroom where I was going to fuck Colby and he was going to sit in a chair in the corner and watch. He was to keep his mouth shut the entire time until Colby left for the night. Greg had no response other than to nod.

The scotch was gone and Greg had consumed a second glass. Colby had obviously known what was I was going to say but neither of us knew what Greg’s reaction would be. “Okay boys lets go in the bedroom. Greg, you go first, find a chair and sit in a corner. Colby, come with me.”

When Greg stood I could see a bulge in his pants, not large but he was definitely becoming aroused. I was not sure how to take that but I hoped it was a good sign. “Colby, you go in the bathroom and undress. Do not come out until I come to get you.”

The three of us went in. Greg did as he was told, still having said nothing, as instructed. I stood in front of him and slowly stripped, telling him “Take a good look at me. Something you have not done in a long time. This is what Colby is going to fuck til I cannot take any more. Think hard as you watch us and continue to say nothing.”

I went to the bathroom and retrieved Colby who was anxiously waiting, his cock already half hard and his long ball sack very eye-catching. I hugged and kissed him, “Have no worries, we are going to have fun like he is not there and he will not bother us. I know this will sound crazy but I think it is very possible you two will become friends. Just take my hand and lead me to the bed.”

As we walked out I watched Greg. His eyes were fixed on Colby’s long, swinging dick. I think he was sort of mesmerized by it. I sat on the edge of the bed and began to suck Colby. He soon forgot Greg and began to caress, fondle and squeeze my boobs and nipples. My pussy was already leaking juice down to my ass. After I had him fully stiff I turned to Greg, “Don’t you feel inferior now? Here is a real man that is going to fuck your wife senseless and you just have that tiny little thing you call a cock.”

I laid back on the bed, on Greg’s side, spread wide, obviously puffy and leaking juice. “Get up here lover and put that beast in me. Fuck me til I scream for mercy!”

I peaked at Greg, he was beginning to rub his cock. Colby got on me and started slapping my pussy, droplets of my juice flying in all directions. “That’s it!, smack the shit out of me, whack my clit til I cum, I need you thrashing my twat!” Thwack, thwack, thwack, non stop until...

“Oh fuck I am cumming! Put it in me now. Thrust it all the way in. I need it!” My muscles were contracting around him as he drove into me. I was so soaking that I was able to take all of him in his first thrust. Sneaking another look at Greg in the throes of my passion, I saw him stroking his cock. “Greg,” I shouted, “don’t you dare cum! Play all you want but your do not have permission to cum!”

I put my mind back on Col and my stuffed, stretched pussy. “Do me slow and deep. I want to just enjoy the feeling of your huge cock filling me.”

He did just as I asked. “I am right on the edge. My muscles are contracting and relaxing. I want to cum but cannot.”, I managed to say.

“Just like you asked. You have only begun to understand how I can make you feel. Say the word and you will be a screaming crazy woman, shivering and shuddering in orgasmic bliss.”

I hung on for a few minutes longer, then, “Okay do me hard and fast, I really need to cum!”

He instantly sped up, plunging as deep as possible. I felt him just touching my cervix, my pussy stretched to the maximum. His cock began to throb with his rhythmic shooting of creamy spunk. “Ohhhhh Fuck! Yes, Yes, Yes. Damnnnnn!” I had turned into that shivering and shuddering crazy woman. I had lost control and only him keeping me pinned to the bed controlled my movements to some degree.

The overwhelming passion began to fade for both of us. He twisted off of me, his cock still hard and dripping. Small drops of his cum beginning to ooze out of me. We both began to catch our breath. “Col you were wonderful!” I whispered to him. “Greg”, I yelled, “did you see what a real man can turn me into?

I quietly said to Colby, “Go get a shower and just quietly leave. I need sometime with Greg. I will call you, we are not over if you still want me.”

“I want you more than ever. I look forward to the next time. You are the best ever!” With that he got up, quickly showered and disappeared.

I still laid in bed, oozing his cum, mixed with my pussy juice, on Greg’s side of the bed. Greg was still in the chair. “I see you are still hard, does that mean anything? You can talk now.”

He came over to me. “At first I did not know what to think. I was angry and turned on at the same time. When I saw you two together you know I was hard and wanted to cum. I do not understand this or myself.”

“Do you still want me? Want me right now? I still love you as much as ever.”

“And I still love and want you the same,” he said.

“Get down here. Suck and lick my pussy clean and then fuck me like you used to!”

He did not hesitate. He licked and sucked Colby’s cum out of me and then fucked me like he had not done in years. Afterwards I told him that things would be different from now on and if he still wanted me he would have to totally accept it.

“I am still going to see Colby, sometimes with you and sometimes alone, but I will always tell you. I will most likely see other guys as time goes by and I will tell you if I do. I need this and I understand you need your work. This is the way it has to be for me if we want to stay together.”

After more discussion we both came to a forgiving understanding. He would be a willing cuckold. We both wanted our life together, it’s pledges and promises had just changed.

The following Friday Greg had to work late. Colby and I went for burgers and back to his place. I came home late, with a few drops of him still oozing out. Greg woke up the next morning hard and wanting. He took me right then and it was the best sex we had enjoyed in years.

As we lay in bed thinking our own thoughts, he nonchalantly said, “I smelled Colby on you.”

“Yes, I went to his place last night and we fucked hard. He is working on my ass,” I said as calmly as possible.

No reaction to my statement but as coolly as he could be he asked, “So when do you think you will have him over again?”

It fully hit me. “You fucker! You really got off on me fucking him didn’t you? No wonder you were so fervently pulling yourself! I think we have found a whole new Greg.”

“I told you last night I did not understand myself but now I do. You know I love you more than anything, but that was the biggest arousal and excitement of my life, to see you with another man. To see you used; to see you brought to more orgasms than I thought possible; to see that huge cock in you. When you told me I could not cum I thought I would die.”

“And when I told you to come over and suck out his cum. What did you think?”

“I could not control myself. I would have done anything you asked. I want it again. I am your cuck to use as you please, I know that now. It would intensely please me for you to have him or any other man, or even men, come over so I could watch you become sloppily engorged and devoured by him.”

My new life was just beginning...

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