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2012-02-09
It’skind of amazing the kinds of things you can convince yourself to do in amoment of weakness. I’ve always considered myself to be a highly moralperson. Growing up, I was kind of a goody-two-shoes. I never drankbefore I was 21, I never did drugs, I didn’t have sex before I gotmarried, I always went to church; you know, that sort of thing. But Ifinally let my hair down, and in kind of a big way.
First, alittle about myself. I’m 34 years old, have been married for 18 of thoseyears to a man who takes care of me, and I have 4 beautiful littlechildren to show for it. They are all pretty young; the oldest is 9 andthe youngest just turned 2. I live in the suburbs of Boise, Idaho andhave for most of my married life. I grew up in Denver, Colorado.
Iknow you’re wondering about my physical attributes. Well, I keep myselfin good shape, and I was blessed with good genes. I have big boobs, apair of 34 D’s that border on DD. My waist is pretty small and my hipscomplete the hourglass figure. I have to work at it a little more nowthan I did growing up, but I’m still pretty proud of my body. I turnheads, and my husband has nothing to complain about.
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After 4 kids,that’s pretty impressive, no matter who you are. Oh, and I stand about5’5”, I have blue eyes and straight blonde hair that my husband wishes Iwould let grow longer, but I enjoy having it a little shorter thanshoulder length. By the way, my name is Denise.
Anyway, I am kindof a girly girl. I don’t like to get my hands dirty, and anything thatgets broken either needs to be fixed by my husband, or I call aspecialist. My husband and I decided that after having children, I wouldstay at home with them until they are all in school and then I willreturn to work. So, much of my days are spent cleaning up after childrenor running them around from place to place! Sometimes I feel like achauffeur and a vacuum cleaner all rolled up into one!
Still, Iam happy with my life in general. I could complain, but who couldn’t? Wehave a nice house and nice vehicles, and a little money socked away forvacations and the future. The sex has always been good, but I was avirgin when I got married, so I have very limited experience. I alwayswondered if there was more to it than my husband just jumping in andplowing away until he is finished and then rolling over to go to sleep.
Thisis where my story really begins. It was the middle of winter, whichgets very cold in Idaho, and I had just dropped off my oldest twochildren at school. My third is in a preschool, but that wouldn’t startfor a few hours, so I was planning to take the younger two to a nearbymall to play in the inside playground area there.
After lettingthem run around and have their fun while I watched for a while, it wastime to go home and do some chores around the house. I loaded up thekids in the SUV and then went to start it, but it made a strange noiseand wouldn’t start.
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It was at precisely that moment that I discoveredthat I hadn’t charged my cell phone the night before and it wascompletely dead.
So, here I was at the mall, pretty muchstranded. And it is kind of amazing how many people just ignore you whenyou are asking for help! Finally, a gentleman came over and told methat it sounded like my battery was dead, but that I also might needsome repairs done on the starter. He tried to be discrete, but I couldtell he was staring at my breasts every opportunity he got. At first Iwas a little offended, but then I decided that what could it hurt? Hegot his little eye full, and I got the help I needed. This was the startof my slippery slope.
Anyway, his name was Stan and he offeredto give me a jump and then follow me to a repair shop just to make sure Iwas okay. I assured him that it wasn’t necessary for him to follow me,but he insisted and I was grateful to be taken care of. It was a goodthing, too, because when I got to the repair shop, they told me that itwould be at least two hours before they even got to it, and then itcould be another few hours before it was fixed, depending on theproblem. It would have been worse if Stan hadn’t been there, as hetalked them down from keeping my van overnight. I thought that was verychivalrous, and I’ve always been a sucker for chivalry.
Seeing mypredicament – I had to take my daughter to preschool and didn’t want tobe stuck in the shop for several hours anyway – Stan offered to give usa ride to where we needed to go. I felt a little uncomfortable, but Ineeded a ride and couldn’t easily get a hold of my husband, so Iaccepted. Again, he kept ogling my chest, but every time I looked athim, he met me in the eyes, so I began feeling a little more okay withit. At least he was trying not to be obvious.
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After dropping mydaughter off at preschool, Stan took me and my youngest home. Stillfeeling like he was kind of my hero, I felt bad just telling him toleave when we arrived, so I found myself offering him a cup of coffee. He eagerly agreed and we went into my house.
It was nap time,thankfully, so I put my youngest to bed and then went about making a potof coffee. Meanwhile, Stan and I talked and I started feeling much morecomfortable around him. He was a very nice guy and it turned out thathe worked out of his home a lot, which gave him a little flexibility. Hehad just turned 30 and had recently gotten divorced. He had twochildren, but his ex-wife had custody during the weekdays.
Whilewe talked, he kept staring at my chest, and he started to become alittle bolder, even looking when he knew I was looking at him. At timesit was a little unnerving, but I started feeling a little excited to beso obviously admired. I was just wearing a simple t-shirt, so it wasn’tlike I was exposing myself to him.
When he finished his coffee, Iasked, “Is there anything else I can do for you? I really appreciateall the help you gave me this morning. ”
“It really was no problem,” Stan replied. “I’m just glad that I was there to help. ”
“Well, thank you,” I stated.
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“It was very much appreciated. If there’s any way I can repay you, please let me know. ”
“Well,” he hesitated.
“What?” I asked naively. “What is it?”
“Ican’t help but admire your amazing cleavage,” he said quickly and thenpushed on before I could interrupt. “If you really want to repay me, youcan take off your shirt!”
I’m not sure which one of us blushedmore, but after the words came out, we were both pretty red. Me because Icouldn’t believe his request, and him because he couldn’t believe he’dactually said it! After a moment’s hesitation when we both weren’t surewhat to do, we just busted out laughing.
“But Stan,” I said with a little flirting in my voice, “I don’t even know you!”
“True,”he agreed with a twinkle in his eyes, “But if it wasn’t for me, Denise,you might still be at the mall! Or, even worse, at the shop!”
“That’strue,” I said, a little hesitant. “But maybe someone else would havehelped me, and they wouldn’t have stared at my chest the entire time!”
“Guilty as charged,” he laughed. “But they look pretty amazing, and I’d really love to see more of them!”
“But Stan,” I repeated, “I’m married. Nobody but my husband has ever seen me with my shirt off!”
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, “I’ll take my shirt off first, that way you won’t feel so self-conscious!”
Ijust laughed. I couldn’t believe he was saying these things to me. Andeven worse, I couldn’t believe that I, a happily married woman, wasconsidering his offer. Never before had I done anything so crazy; I’dnever let my hair down.
Stan decided to take matters into his ownhands and before I could protest any further, he took off his shirt.
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Now, I had seen the hard bodies at the swimming pool during the summer,but never up close. Stan looked great, and although I had thought he wasnice enough and attractive before, his chest captivated my attention asmuch as mine had apparently captivated his.
Almost in a trance, Iun-tucked my t-shirt from my jeans. I pulled my arms through my sleevesand then stopped just short of pulling it all over my head.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” I cautioned.
“Who am I going to tell?” he asked, a humorous mixture of disbelief and eagerness in his voice.
“Okay,”I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my bra coveredbreasts to only the second man in my life. I was wearing a conservativebra, though, and it covered them completely, so it really wasn’t muchdifferent than wearing a bikini. Of course, I never wore a bikini, so Istill felt rather self-conscious.
“Wow!” was his only expression, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from my chest.
“Okay,”I said, covering up slightly with my shirt, but still not putting itback on. “Now you are really making me feel embarrassed. ”
“I’m sosorry,” he responded, and with effort, he looked me in the eyes again. Ihadn’t noticed before, but they were really a beautiful shade of iceblue. My husband’s were kind of a plain brown.
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These were eyes I couldreally get lost in.
He continued, “You have such an amazing rack, Icouldn’t help but stare. ”
“Well, now you’ve seen them,” I said. “So, thank you for all your help. ”
“Ah, so you’re not going to let me see them without your bra?” he whined.
“Absolutelynot,” I said, a little harsher than I’d intended. I softened my tone,“You’ve already seen more than anyone else in my life. ”
“Well, I definitely feel very fortunate for that,” he said sincerely. “Can I see again without your hands in the way?”
Slowly,I dropped my hands and let him get another eyeful. I must admit, it waspretty erotic just sitting there letting a man I barely knew ogle me. And I enjoyed looking at his chest, too, and imagining what it wouldfeel like pressed up against me. I got a little caught up in thedaydream, and when I looked back up, he was again staring into my eyeswith a little smirk on his face.
“I take it you like what you see, too!” he said.
“Well,turnabout is fair play!” I smirked. In truth, though, I was a littlemore embarrassed about being caught doing exactly as he had donepreviously.
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“Fair enough,” he said. He picked up his coffee mugand, seeing that it was empty, stood up and went to refill it. His backwas pretty well muscled and I enjoyed watching it, too. And he had atribal tattoo on his left bicep, another thing that I had never admittedto even myself, but it was a turn on.
“Good coffee,” he said as he returned to his seat. “And even better scenery!”
“Thanks,”I smiled and blushed again. I looked down and noticed that my nippleswere trying to drill their way through my bra, and although they weren’texactly visible, it was very clear that they were distended.
“So,” Stan said, again sounding like he was breaking the ice, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“I’msure I don’t know what you mean!” I said forcefully. “I’m a marriedwoman, Stan. You got your eyeful, and that’s going to be it!” But I wasmore than a little turned on that he seemed so interested in me.
He just looked amused as he took another sip from his mug.
“Iwas meaning that your van will probably not be finished for a while,and I wondered if you needed a ride anywhere else!” he chuckled.
“Oh,”was all I could mumble. I did need to figure out what to do aboutpicking up my four year old, though. My husband would have a difficulttime getting away from work, though, and my in-laws were an hour away,so that wasn’t a great option, either.
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Of course, I had friends inchurch and neighbors, but that was quite situational, and I wasn’t sureif any of them would be available at such short notice.
“Well, Icould use a ride to pick up my daughter from preschool,” I admitted,“And my older two will need to be picked up from school later thisafternoon. ”
“You’re in luck,” Stan said with a big grin, “I’m available the rest of the day!”
“I don’t want to be trouble,” I said, still unsure of his motive.
“Oh, it’s no problem,” he replied. “I’m glad to help. But, hey, I would enjoy seeing more of you for my trouble!”
“Youare a dog!” I laughed and threw my shirt at him. It was the only thingat hand, and immediately I regretted discarding my cover.
“Well, I figured I’d push my luck a little!” he said a little sheepishly. “I mean, it worked for me so far!”
Icouldn’t argue with him there. I mean, he had already seen more of methan any other man except my husband. Still, I weighed my options. Icould make a few phone calls and see if anyone else could help, or Icould try to rent a car, or I could give this handsome man a littlepeepshow and have everything taken care of.
“Okay,” I said, smiling a little. “What do you want to see?”
“Nowwe’re talking,” Stan said, rubbing his hands together like a greedymoneylender. “I’ll tell you what.
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I’m going to let you decide. If I’mgoing to help you pick up your kids, what is it worth to you?”
Ifigured I knew what he wanted. He wanted to see my naked boobs, and hefigured that I would show him those for a ride. But I had a differentstrategy in mind.
“That sounds like a plan,” I said, “But I want you to close your eyes, and no peeking!”
“Interesting,” he said as he covered his face with his hands.
Quietly,I slipped off my shoes and then my pants. I always wore veryconservative panties. This particular pair was solid cotton briefs. Theywere white but with a little pink and green pattern. I was going totell him to open his eyes, but then I started feeling a little strangestanding there almost naked before him. I almost chickened out rightthen, and in retrospect, I probably should have just run upstairs andfigured something else out. But I didn’t. Instead, I just sat back downat the table.
“Alright, open your eyes. ”
As he did, he gotthis quirky little smile on his face as he searched my visible body forsigns of what I’d done.
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Not noticing anything immediate, since my lowerbody was beneath our wood table, his face almost dropped, but then litup like a light bulb.
Quicker than a cheetah on a gazelle, hedropped below the table. The grin on my face turned into a huge smile asI heard his exclamation of pleasure. Then I felt his hand brush acrossmy knee and to my inner thigh and I flew out of my chair, though not asquickly as I thought I should have. His hand was headed straight towardmy crotch! And I only stood up when he was less than a hands lengthaway.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” I asked him in mymost authoritative voice, though it lost some of its conviction when itcracked mid-sentence.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he explained. “You have the smoothest, creamiest thighs, and I wanted to feel them. ”
“Well,didn’t your mother ever tell you to ask before just doing something?” Isaid, still a little flustered. I could still feel his touch on theinside of my thigh.
“Would you have let me touch you if I had asked?” he asked.
“Probably not,” I said.
“Well, now you have your answer!” he replied with a touch of bravado. “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission!”
“That was still pretty inappropriate,” I said as he stood in front of me. “I am a married woman.
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“And yet, here you are standing in front of me in just a bra and panties,” Stan pointed out.
“Yes, very true,” I admitted, “But now that you have gotten your eyeful, I will get dressed. ”
“No, please,” he said, and I thought I detected a hint of desperation in his voice. “Please, don’t get dressed just yet. ”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I’m really enjoying the view,” he answered.
“Alright,”I conceded, though even now I don’t know why I kept down this path. Ihad convinced myself that it was an innocent look and I was getting moreout of the deal than Stan was. It was the first time I had ever used mybody to get what I wanted, and this felt like real power. After we satback down at the table, Stan continued the conversation.
“So, what do I have to do to get you out of that bra?” he asked, almost nonchalantly.
I spluttered through my coffee, “I don’t know if there is anything you can do to get that view!”
“Oh, come on,” Stan pleaded, “There must be something! There is always a price!”
Nowthis was interesting. Well, like I said before, my sex life was decent,but relatively unfulfilling, and a housewife has got to have herfantasies, right? This was going to fuel mine for years to come, and Iwas going to make sure it was a good memory.
“Okay, buster,” Isaid with as much bravado as I could muster. “If you want to see thesepuppies, you have to first take off all your clothes!”
I wasn’tsure whether I wanted him to back down, or whether I wanted him to bebrave enough to make the first move.
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I shouldn’t have been surprisedwhen he stood right up and took off his pants. And he didn’t haveanything on underneath.
His penis was much bigger than myhusbands, and at first it kind of scared me. It was like a one-eyedmonster that just jumped out of his now unzipped pants and ploppeditself down on my kitchen table. It was semi-hard, but was longer thanmy husband’s at full mast. After he stepped out of his jeans, I knew theball was now in my court. Would I actually go through with it and letthis man who was not my husband, a stranger really, see what heretoforeonly my husband had seen?
“Now it’s your turn,” Stan challenged with a smile. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I first met you this morning!”
I turned around. “Would you mind unsnapping it for me?” I asked a little demurely.
“Of course,” he said, the perfect gentleman.
Mybra came unsnapped, but I still held it over my chest, a last vestigeof modesty in this game of dares. What did it matter, I asked myself. Hehad already seen me in my underwear, and it wasn’t like we were doinganything wrong. He had touched me briefly, but I put an end to that realquick. And now my fantasies were going to be active for weeks andmonths to come.
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Maybe even years.
I turned around, closed myeyes, and let my bra drop to the ground. When I finally got up the nerveto open my eyes, I watched Stan just standing there staring at myoversized tits. I felt the flush start at my chest and grow all the wayup into my face. My nipples were hard and it was all I could do not toimmediately go running into the bathroom or somewhere.
“Beautiful,” Stan said. “Absolutely gorgeous. They’re everything I thought they would be and more!”
“Well,thanks,” I said, still feeling a little unworthy of his praise. Notthat I didn’t know I looked good, but because it seemed strange comingfrom someone other than my husband. Of course, my husband hadn’tcomplimented my body for a while, so it kind of felt good to be admired.
“Can I touch them?” he asked, still not taking his eyes from my breasts.
“No. ”
“Please?”he continued. To enhance the effect, he dropped to his knees andshuffled forward until he was almost up against me. “Please, please,please?”
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” I said, a little pragmatically.
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“Okay, let’s make a new deal, then!” he said.
I’msure he thought I’d say a touch for a touch, and in fact, I’m surethat’s what he was hoping for. But I really had no intention of lettinghim touch me. I mean, looking at me naked, or mostly naked, was onething, but touching…that was far more intimate and would be wrong. Still, seeing him prostrate in front of me begging was kind of erotic. Anyone who says that power isn’t a turn on has never had it!
“Fine,” I said. “Let me think about it. ”
So,we sat back down at the table and drank our coffee and chatted. It was astrange, surreal feeling sitting at my kitchen table mostly nakedacross from a man I had never met before that morning that wascompletely naked. And we were just making small talk about the weatherand the economy and whatever else struck our fancy. Finally, I figuredout what I could say to get his mind off of touching me.
“Here’sthe deal,” I said. “I need some things done around the house, and myhusband doesn’t always have time or energy to do them. ”
“Okay,” he said, hesitant. “What do you need done?”
So,I listed several things for him to do, including moving some boxes upto our attic, sweeping out my garage, and hanging up some pictures in myhallway.
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I thought about also requiring him to shovel my driveway andsidewalk and take the trash out to the curb, but figured I would getinto a lot of trouble if any of my neighbors saw a naked man outside myhouse. Still, some of the things I had on my list were pretty strenuous. And I told him he couldn’t get dressed to do them.
“I accept your terms,” he said, “But I want to negotiate my reward. ”
“What did you have in mind?” I laughed.
“WhenI am done, I want to be able to touch you, like you promised,” he said. “And I also want to be able to kiss you for at least a minute. ”
Nowthis was getting serious. Was he actually considering doing all thesethings? On the one hand, I was a married lady, I had never cheated on myhusband, and wanted to remain that way. However, it would be nice toget a few of those projects done around the house, since my husbandalways seemed too busy. And it was only a kiss, right? And he could cop afeel. Heck, teenaged girls let their boyfriends do that all the time!
“Okay,” I responded after considering his offer. “You can fondle me and kiss me for exactly one minute. ” What harm could it do?
“Oh, and I want you completely naked,” he said, almost as an aside.
“We’llsee,” I considered with a giggle.
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It did turn me on a lot to be seen byStan, so what was the difference if he saw my bush, too. But I had acaveat of my own. “By the way, you only have an hour to get all thatdone before we have to go pick up my daughter!”
I’ll be darned ifhe took longer than 30 minutes to do everything on that list. Beingcompletely naked didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, and Ienjoyed the sight of a naked man wandering all over my house doingeverything from mundane chores to the projects I had been putting offfor weeks.
“All finished,” he exclaimed after moving the last of the boxes upstairs. “Now it’s my turn!”
“Apromise is a promise,” I reasoned. I had been dreading it, but alsolooking forward to it. But as long as nobody ever found out, nobodywould get hurt. This was just between me and Stan. “Here you go. ”
Ispread my arms out and twirled around while he walked toward me. Thefirst thing he did was drop to his knees and he tugged at the waistbandof my panties. At first, I thought about trying to stop him, but then myhormones won out and I let him pull them down and stepped out of them.
Heran his hands up my legs and to my butt. Giving a playful squeeze, hethen continued to let them wander up my body to my breasts.
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His sensualrubbing was really turning me on.
“Lay down,” he commanded.
“Right here?” I asked. “On the floor?” We were in the hallway between the master bedroom and the other bedrooms.
“Yes, lay down,” he repeated.
AsI complied, he continued his ministrations up and down my body. I wasreally getting excited, but knew I had to hold back. It wouldn’t beright for me to give myself to this stranger. In an effort to controlmyself and the tempo of this little game, I laid down the stipulation.
“Okay,you’re on the clock now, mister,” I said a little breathlessly. “You’dbetter start kissing, because I gave you a freebie for a few seconds. You have one minute. ” With that, I looked at my watch, which I hadn’ttaken off. It said 1:28.
I expected him to stretch his bodyacross mine and enjoy the contact of our bodies as he touched his lipsto mine, but that isn’t what happened.
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Instead, he positioned himself atmy feet and spread my legs apart.
“What are you doing?” I asked incredulously.
“Yousaid I could kiss you for one minute,” he said with a grin that couldput the Cheshire Cat to shame, “But you never stipulated where I had tokiss you!”
With that, he buried his face in my hairy crotch. Myhusband had never kissed me there, and I couldn’t believe the sensationsthis was causing in my body as he pulled apart my labia and beganlicking my clitoris. I tried to think of anything else, but my bodybetrayed me and I let out a moan of pleasure. First, I gripped thecarpet below me with my hands, and then, as I started to feel my orgasmcoming forth, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me.
Histongue worked wonders. It would swirl around my clit and then lick itsway down to my opening. He thrust it in and out, just a little bit andthen resumed his work on my clit. It was driving me crazy. Standefinitely knew what he was doing because he brought me right to theedge and then let me back off a little bit. And even though I tried topull his head closer and closer, still he managed to dance around myimpending climax and wouldn’t let me finish. It was frustrating, butintensely erotic at the same time. And never before had I experiencedsomething like this.
Finally, after bringing me right to thebrink again, he began kissing his way up my body.
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Across my stomach andto my breasts. He swirled his tongue around my areolas and then finallyto my nipples. First my right breast and then my left. I was in heaven. He continued his kissing of my body, going to my neck, which has alwaysbeen sensitive, and as he kissed my chin and then my mouth.
Ithen felt something that I had only ever felt with one person before. When Stan stuck his tongue into my open mouth, I felt his cock slip justa tiny bit into my wide open pussy. In my enjoyment, I had left my legsspread wide open, and Stan was kissing me while gently thrusting hiships forward.
I had been right on the verge of orgasm before, andI had been enjoying his sexual ministrations. Feeling a penis inside methat didn’t belong to my husband sent me over the edge. And I don’tmean that I just came tumbling down like Jack and Jill. No, I soaredover the precipice and flew like I never had before. There in myhallway, as this stranger deflowered me, I heard myself moan like a $10hooker.
In the past, with my husband, I had only ever experiencedthree orgasms; or at least I thought that was what they were. Itcertainly felt good before this time with Stan.
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But now, they werenothing by comparison. Fleeting little things that were there and thengone. I had no idea sex could feel this good.
My orgasm continuedand built as Stan slowly inched his way inside me. An inch, and thenanother. He would pull out ever so slightly to let me get used to hislength and girth and then he’d push another couple inches into my hungrypussy. All the while I was moaning and pulling on him, my hands at hisbutt, begging him to give me everything he had.
Finally, I felthis balls touching against my butt, and I knew he was all the way insideme. I had never felt so full in my entire life. His penis stretched meout and touched places deep inside me that had never known a man. Myhead was thrown back as my body shuddered with the naughty thought ofbeing so intimately taken by someone I had only met hours before. Now Iwas giving him something that only my husband of 18 years had taken.
Thenit really started to feel good. As Stan pulled out nearly to his entirelength and then pushed deep back into me, I thought I was going to passout. As the fleshy tunnels of my vagina contracted and then were splitapart again, I felt a churning sensation deep inside me.
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Faster andfaster he pumped away, and more and more I couldn’t keep inside me whatwas rapidly building and moving beyond my control.
I let out a loud wail. “STAN!” I cried. “Yes…harder…harder…OOOOOOH!”
Iscreamed. Pleasure filled every nook and crevice of my soul and Ithought I had died and gone to heaven. Fluid gushed out of my pussy and Ithought I had peed myself in the middle of sex. Right there in themiddle of my hallway, I had cum harder than I ever thought possible.
Still,he kept going, and I just lay there, spent. As his orgasm built, Icould feel his penis getting harder, growing stiffer. I didn’t care, Ihad had my tubes tied, but feeling his hot jet of sperm shoot deep intome during his ejaculation made me feel so naughty. If I hadn’t been sotired, I’m sure I would have cum again.
Finally he stoppedthrusting and looked deep into my eyes. There were his beautiful bluesagain. “That was amazing!” he exclaimed.
“That’s never happened to me before,” I sighed.
“I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You never told me you were a squirter!”
Aswe talked, I found out that I hadn’t peed myself, but had actually cumso much that I ejaculated just like a man! I didn’t even know that waspossible, but here I was, living proof that it occurred.
After wewere finished, I looked at my watch again and saw that it was 1:49. 20minutes! My husband had never gone past 5. Well, Stan helped me the restof the day. We picked up my children from school and he even helped menegotiate a lower rate to get my van fixed. Of course, I felt like Ineeded to repay him for that kindness, too! We now get together on aregular basis, at least twice a week, to relieve stress and help eachother out. He usually does a few things around the house, naked ofcourse, and then I let him see me naked. After all, what can it hurt?He’s already seen me!
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