Subject: My Fourth Escort Job - Guilty Husband
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date: March 12, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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So far I my short escorting career, the guys had all been looking for
something they weren't getting at home and as a result, didn't feel bad
about having to get it elsewhere. Dan loved his wife but he was
desperate to have sex the way he'd always dreamed about it. It made for
an interesting combination of lust and guilt.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – My Life as A Professional Escort
Chapter 2 – Dinner and Dancing
Chapter 3 – Guilty Sex
Chapter 1 – My Life as A Professional Escort
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With three escort jobs under my belt (or should I say under my skirt?) I
was excited to try another "client".
I attend a pretty strict religious university with strict guidelines on
"acceptable" lifestyles which expressly forbid any form of sexual
activities or "lewd" behavior. Now I love my school and don't regret for
a minute choosing it but there are limits to what a girl can do! I try
to behave on campus though which forces me to seek other outlets for my
sexual needs so decided to try working for an escort service.
So far I have only done one party and been out with three guys. When
escorting, I insist on only married men over forty, preferable with a
family and even better if they live out of state. The reason for this is
simply that my past experiences with older men has shown them to
generally treat me better than the young ones. As for being married, I
figure this ensures a bit more discretion for most guys. I want them to
be from out of state in hopes it will prevent them from trying to contact
me afterwards.
Finally, I also set a strict rule that only one evening per guy – no
repeats under any circumstances. I am doing this just for fun and sexual
gratification and so I want variety. Plus, I don't want there to be even
a remote chance that someone would think we were forming any type of
"relationship".
My first "job" was a bachelor party which turned out to be one of the
most exciting events of my life to date. I can't even begin to truly
express the thrill I got from seeing ten horny guys lusting for me the
way they did and I'm not afraid to admit it was a tremendous ego booster.
Before the night was over I wound up doing more than just stripping – a
LOT more.
Greg was my first escort. He had looked handsome in his profile picture
and had written a clever and entertaining introduction. He was from
Chicago but what caught my eye was that he had always been married to the
same woman. It turned out that he also had a daughter my age and a
hidden desire to have sex with her so I became his "daughter" for the
evening. The success of that night was enough to convince me to continue
on with my escort career.
My second escort as another married guy. John was 45 and had been
married to his wife for ten years yet he had four children, three by
previous marriages and a fifteen year old boy with his current wife. He
wasn't the poster child for marital stability, that was for sure! What
drew me to him and agree to meet was the profile introduction that he had
written. He took me out to a GameWorks club in a fancy mall. Afterwards
we went to his room in a nearby hotel. What made it really hot for me
was he talked to his wife on the phone while he fucked me and she never
had a clue what her husband was doing while he told her how much he
missed and loved her.
My third and most recent escort was another married 38 year old man –
Bill. Bill had a wife who was totally shy about sex while he had thing
for exhibitionism so he wanted to fuck me in public instead of a hotel
room. That sounds exciting but in reality it wasn't the wildest night by
any means as Bill turned out to be about ten years older and not
extremely gifted in the having sex department.
I gave him a hand job in a Japanese steak house restaurant and then let
him fuck me in his car outside in the parking lot. People were coming
and going and even though they couldn't clearly see what was happening
with the windows fogged up, I imagine they knew WHY the windows were that
way! To my disappointment he couldn't do it again that night so it ended
early, a hazard of doing older guys I was finding out.
According to the profile I was given, my next job was going to be with
Dan, a 44 year-old husband with two boys in their late teens, both in
college. According to his write-up he had always been faithful to his
wife but lately his sons had been bringing home some hot teenage girls
and it was driving him crazy. He knew he could never have them so he was
looking for someone who could help him live out the fantasies he was
having about his son's girlfriends. Well, I knew I could help him out
with that!
The instructions I had in my e-mail from the agency were to go to the
hotel lobby on Saturday night at 8:00 PM and wait for him. I assumed
that meant we would go from there to wherever he wanted to have dinner or
maybe even see a show. It was a fancy hotel so I decided to dress a
little more classy than normal for me. In the end I chose a long black
dress which was slit to my upper thigh on one side and dipped low in
front to show lots of cleavage. It had spaghetti straps which barely
kept it from falling down and off of me and I marveled that they had
never broken in the past.
I tried valiantly to put some wave into my stubborn hair and kept the
makeup to a respectable level as I didn't want to look like a
streetwalker. My black stiletto heels matched my dress and I wore a cute
little black thong underneath to tease him with later.
My roomie was out with some friends fortunately so I didn't have to worry
about her seeing me dressed up this way. I had a long coat which hid my
outfit as I waited for the taxi to show up. The heels were in a bag I
carried so even though a few of my friends saw me they had no idea what I
was getting ready to do. I smiled to myself as I imagined how their jaws
would drop if they had any idea I what I was doing to be doing tonight.
Our school conduct codes are strict enough to outlaw even the dress I had
on and I could imagine trying to explain to the disciplinary committee
why I was having sex with a married stranger – and getting paid for it at
that! It would probably be the biggest scandal in years if not the
school's history – an escort working from the school apartments! For me
though I wasn't being a whore. I wanted sex and frankly would have done
the guy tonight for free except that wasn't how it worked and since he
was willing to pay, why not let him? Now if I was paying for college on
my back then THAT would have been a different story!
Chapter 2 – Dinner and Dancing
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The taxi dropped me off at the hotel lobby. A porter opened the door for
me and offered his hand to help me out. With the longer dress it
actually helped so I thanked him for his good manners. Going into the
hotel lobby I looked around but I didn't see anyone who matched the photo
I had seen nor did anyone approach me.
I stood around for a few minutes probably looking a bit lost and then
said the heck with it to myself and found a seat in the lobby. I crossed
my legs as I sat down exposing a good part of my upper leg and was
pleased to see a number of heads turning to eye me – and not all of them
male! Hmmm, if nothing else I bet I could have found a replacement for
Dan pretty easily if he didn't show up and soon!
I looked at my watch for what seemed to be the 100th time when someone
behind me asked, "Hello, are you Kelly? My name is Dan."
I turned to see a handsome guy standing next to me, offering me his hand.
Unlike my last escort job, this guy not only matched his profile, I think
it didn't do him justice! He looked to be about six feet tall, maybe 170
pounds or so with thick curly brown hair and piercing green eyes. His
complexion was a little darker and fro his accent I guessed he had some
eastern European family history. He wore what looked to be quite an
expensive suit with a light blue button-down shirt and thin silk tie.
I was pleased to see he was cleanly shaven even though it was later in
the evening and he smelled fresh rather than sweaty after a long day. He
had a pleasing smile and a sparkle to his eye that made me want to melt
when I looked into them. My goodness, what was he doing with an escort?
He probably could have had any girl in the place- married or not!
I must have been staring or acting stupid because he laughed softly at me
and then said in a deep voice, "I'm terribly sorry to be late, I had a
phone call I just couldn't ignore. May I join you?"
I stood and took his hand. We exchanged pleasantries and then he asked
if I would like to have dinner in the hotel main restaurant. I knew it
was pretty classy and VERY expensive so who was I to turn it down? He
offered me his arm and we walked over to the hostess station. Evidently
Dan had been here before as he was greeted by name and we were taken
right in even though it appeared to be quite a waiting line to get in.
We were seated at a secluded corner table and I noticed that Dan sat
across the table from me and not next to me the way most guys did that
had ulterior motives, especially when they were expecting me to put out.
The table was set elegantly with a tall white candle and a white linen
tablecloth with crystal shakers and silver dinnerware. The waiter came
by with the wine list but Dan already knew what he wanted and ordered
something that sounded French and expensive.
Being only twenty, I wasn't sure if I should speak up but the waiter just
looked at me and then at Dan and smiled. There wasn't a doubt in my mind
that he knew I was underage but who was he to say anything if some guy
was dining with a girl young enough to be his daughter and wanted her to
have a glass of wine. I has no doubt that he also knew that by doing so
he was locking in one hell of a tip!
Normally I don't drink on dates and only have an occasional glass of wine
with my parents at supper. I was accustomed to good wine as my dad was
not one to buy anything cheap but I had to admit whatever Dan chose was
the best wine that I had ever tasted. Even so, I was careful to just sip
it as the last thing I wanted was to get drunk tonight!
Dan asked me if I preferred fish, meat or fowl. I told him that I liked
seafood best and he asked if I minded if he ordered for the two of us.
This was cool! I felt like I was out on some wonderful date and not just
an escort being given a token meal before being hauled off to some hotel
room to be fucked as soon as the mandatory pleasantries had been made.
The dinner was outstanding. Like the wine, it was one of the best I had
ever had consisting of several courses with salad, soup, dinner and
dessert. If I had eaten everything I would have been stuffed so full I
would have never been able to walk out on my own power so I just sampled
a little bit of everything. We took our time and the entire meal ended
up taking over two hours. During the meal we discussed a variety of
topics, even religion and politics, the traditional taboo subjects for
escorts!
Dan was obviously extremely intelligent and very well educated. With
most guys I play the dumb brunette to make them feel superior but with
Dan I was able to carry on a decent conversation and I was actually a
little embarrassed in that he seemed so much more sophisticated than me.
What was even more interesting was that at no time did he ask me any
personal questions though even though he told me all about his wife and
family as if I were a close friend. It was a bit odd to hear him talk
about them knowing that the reason we were here, whether we talked about
it or not, was for him to cheat on them!
Eventually the meal ended and while we were waiting for the check I
excused myself to go to the lady's room. I made sure I washed up well
afterwards and checked myself out in the mirror. So far this was not
what I had expected but then what else was new. None of my previous
escort jobs had gone as I had predicted they would so why should this
one?
So far though I had to admit this one was going pretty well. I even
wondered if Dan was planning to have sex with me in the first place.
After all, the agency legally was only charging for the time I spent at
dinner with him, not any "extracurricular activities". Hmmmmmm, perhaps
that was all he wanted.
I honestly would have a been disappointed if that turned out to be the
case. I didn't take all these risks to be an escort just to have free
dinners, no matter how pleasant the company. What I wanted was sex, pure
and simple so I needed to find out what Dan's plans were. When I left
the toilet Dan was waiting for me. He smiled and offered his arm to me
again.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked. "They have a wonderful band next
door in the lounge that plays some fantastic oldies."
Wow! Now I was really confused and wondered if maybe I had drunk more
wine than I thought. Maybe he DID want to just spend a pleasant evening
with someone and not have sex. It was almost like he was TOO nice! I
agreed and he led me in where we took a seat and the waiter served him a
drink and me a diet coke. It wasn't that I was afraid of the under-21
thing, I simply couldn't have handled any more alcohol at the time.
We went out for a couple of slow dances and once again he was the perfect
gentleman. His hand stayed on my back and never once wandered down to my
ass or anywhere even more private. Now I was getting downright
intrigued. Frankly, this was new territory for me. It seems like every
guy I have ever dated had wanted to fuck me even though most of them
never got past second base. I'm used to dancing and having to constantly
fend off the ol' "wandering hand". Heck, even my dad liked to give my
ass a squeeze when we danced! After the second dance the band took an
intermission and it was quiet enough to talk without having to raise our
voices for all to hear.
"I've had a wonderful evening Kelly," he said to me, "you're a classy
girl and I appreciate your company this evening."
It seemed my mind was flooded with a million thoughts and feelings at the
same time. Maybe he WAS going to just have a nice evening with me. On
the one hand I felt complimented by what he said while on the other hand
I wondered if there was something about me that turned him off sexually.
Why else wasn't he making a move on me? God, I had NEVER been turned by
a guy before, not even when I was barely a teenager and especially not
when I was dressed to kill!
I didn't really know what to say since he was the one paying for my time.
I didn't want to make an offer to him and then suddenly it flashed
through my mind that maybe he was an undercover cop waiting for me to
proposition him so he could arrest me on prostitution charges! I felt
goose bumps suddenly as a chill ran through me. Even though I knew
technically I was engaging in prostitution, to me that wasn't what I was
doing and I had never really considered the possibility that I could be
arrested.
My heart began to pound as my overly active imagination had me picturing
myself in filthy jail cell filled with whores waiting for my parents to
come bail me out. God, this could be terrible! We both sat there with
this pregnant pause getting bigger by the moment.
Finally he seemed to take a deep breath and he asked in a soft voice,
"Kelly, would you like to come to my room with me?"
Chapter 3 – Guilty Sex
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YES! He wanted to fuck me! I had been just about to lose hope but now
all was good again. I tried to hold back my excitement – and my relief.
At that moment I would have gone to his room even if I wasn't escorting.
Normally this would be where I reminded him that I needed a "tip" to go
anywhere with him but with Dan I knew I didn't need to say anything. As
classy as he was I was sure he understand the rules and I wasn't going to
spoil the moment by unnecessary negotiating.
"I would love to Dan," I replied with a sexy smile on my face.
Dan had a look of relief come over him as if a sudden load had been
lifted from his shoulders. I almost smiled since what did he think I was
going to do, say no? Wasn't the point of going out with an escort
instead of hitting the bar scene so you knew you had a sure thing going?
I kept my composure though and tried to look as seductive as I could for
him. Then it struck me, maybe he had the same worries that I had and
thought I might have been an undercover cop looking to book a john! I
giggled to myself a bit at the thought of how maybe both of us had been
worried about the other.
Dan stood up and helped me from my chair and led me out of the restaurant
to the elevators. He had to put his key in a special slot to get to his
floor which told me we weren't going to just any old hotel room. On the
way up we stood there silently, like two strangers almost, waiting for
our floors. He didn't even have his hand on me!
The elevator went to the top floor and from the spacing of the room doors
I figured he must have booked a suite and sure enough, that's what it
turned out to be. It was bigger than my school apartment with a huge
bedroom, large living area and small kitchen. There was even a big hot
tub set in a room off from the bedroom! The room overlooked the shopping
area which was not exactly the New York Skyline but it was still pretty.
The living area had a big screen TV and an oversized plush couch which
caught my eye immediately. I slipped off my heels and flopped down on
the couch on my back with my dress gathered under me. I laid on my side
on one elbow with my ankles crossed. The tall slit in my dress let him
have a view of most of my topmost leg and of course I didn't bother doing
anything to rearrange it.
I was hoping Dan would sit by me but he took up residence in an armchair
facing the couch. He crossed his legs, put his hands on the arms of the
chair, and just looked at me as if he was uncertain what to do next.
"Wow, nice place you have here Dan," I said in a cheerful voice, trying
to put him at ease.
Dan smiled slightly, just the corners of his mouth raising. He looked
like he wanted to say something so I just kept quiet and let him compose
himself. In a soft voice he started telling me more intimate details
about his wife than he had during dinner. They had been married now for
over twenty years and while she had never really been wild in bed, it was
satisfactory for him at first. However, over the years it became less
and less until now it was something they did maybe a few times a year and
even then it was just boring for him. She was a virgin when they married
and was raised thinking sex was something a woman was expected to do for
her husband but that was about it. It was missionary only, no oral ever.
They both had gained some weight over the years but while for him it just
filled out his frame bit, she had almost doubled in size since their
marriage. He said he still loved her but just wasn't turned on when he
saw the bulges of fat and her sagging breasts. He was always afraid to
even look at other woman because she was so insanely jealous although on
trips out of town he went to strip clubs and then back to his hotel to
masturbate, dreaming of being with a girl like the ones he saw there. He
had considered going to a whore in the past but concerns over disease was
the biggest deterrent plus he wasn't sure if he could pay for sex.
Finally one of his friends in a similar situation had confided to him
about how he had gone out with an escort from an agency and what a great
time he had. Sure they were technically whores but it wasn't like you
were going to a brothel or picking up a streetwalker.
At this point my ears perked up a bit. Hmmmmmm, so he considered me a
whore? I've always proudly worn the label of "slut" but "whore" seemed
so degrading. I liked the phrase "escort" and it may be semantics but to
me there's quite a difference. I could still refuse to have sex with him
tonight and there was nothing he could say since he only booked an
evening with me, not sex. Sure I might be paid but the agency had paid
me to have dinner with him so out contract had been fulfilled. If I
decided to have sex with Dan tonight it would be because I wanted to
whether he tipped me or not.
I wasn't in this for the money, I wanted the experience and the thrill!
I guess if he considered me a whore I would just have to live with it
though although if I got the chance I was going to educate him on the
subject better. I think Dan was ready to give me his full confessional
but honestly I wasn't here to be his analyst so I finally cut him off.
"So tell me then Dan, do I turn you on?" I murmured as I stretched out on
the couch which let the dress fall off my legs.
"Oh my god yes Kelly, you look incredible in that dress!" he responded
with a smile.
I looked at him and wrinkled my nose. "I don't think my being a whore is
what bothers you, is it? You're worried about your wife and what she
would think, aren't you?"
He started in on how he had never cheated on her and always been faithful
to her even if he did fantasize about being with other women when he was
in bed with her. He started to say how he wasn't sure if could go
through with this but I was horny and just having dinner wasn't my game
plan for the evening!
"Dan, your wife deserves to be cheated on for not keeping herself
desirable for you," I started out, "You have needs that she should
fulfill. She's being unfaithful to you actually so don't worry about
her. Think about yourself, think about your needs, your desires, your
dreams and fantasies. Let me satisfy them, let me be your dream girl for
just one night."
He licked his lips and I knew he wanted me, it was just getting him to go
over the edge and make the first move. I lifted my bare leg up and put
my foot on my knee, letting my dress slide down until my entire leg was
showing. I pulled it up higher to reveal my thong which was pulled
tightly to my pussy making my pussy lips appear clearly outlined in the
thin material. I started to rub myself through the thong, pressing on my
clit and reaching down between my legs. I closed my eyes and rolled on
my back. I lifted my inside leg up onto the top of the couch and pulled
my thong to one side with one hand while I started to play with myself
with the other.
I heard him take a deep breath when I inserted one finger inside of me
and moaned softy as I felt the wetness inside. For the next fifteen
minutes or so I masturbated on the couch as if I was home alone on my bed
or in the family room with my parents. I kept my eyes shut and never
even looked over to where Dan was sitting. I wondered what he would have
thought though if he knew what I was dreaming about as I laid there with
my hands between my legs? At least I kept my wits about me enough not to
say, "Oh daddy!" when I came!
After my first orgasm I was now as hot and horny as ever! I wanted to
cum again but not with my fingers this time. I opened my eyes and looked
over at Dan. He was shifting in his chair but there was no mistaking the
bulge in his dress pants! I got up off of the couch and pulled my dress
up and over my head leaving me standing there barefooted wearing nothing
but my thong. I cupped my breasts and lifted them up and squeezed them,
feeling my hard nipples between my fingers.
I walked over to Dan and gently pushed his legs apart so I could kneel
down on the floor in front of him. Without saying a word I slowly
unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and spread the flaps open. He
was wearing boxers, thank goodness, and I was able to easily reach in
through them to find his warm hard cock waiting for me. Dan's hands were
still on the arms of the chair and he wasn't moving an inch yet as I ran
the tips of my polished fingernails up and down his hard shaft.
Dan dick wasn't very big, maybe six inches at most, but his cock head was
larger than average in comparison to the rest of his dick. Even though
he had obviously showered and used cologne, I smell his crotch odor as it
slowly made its way from his open pants and I breathed in deeply to savor
the musky aroma. I looked up at him and smiled. We were both still
silent as statues as I kept my eyes locked on his while I lowered my head
to his crotch where I took his sooth cock gently in my mouth.
I started to softly suck on the head while playing my tongue around it.
It occurred to me then that my mouth was the first one to ever hold his
cock as his wife wouldn't suck him! I encircled the base of his cock
between my thumb and forefinger, holding it upright so I could suck him
easily. Mmmmmmm he tasted so good! My wet tongue run up and down his
shaft, going from the very base where it met his crotch to the tip where
the hole was. Then I licked my lips and ran them up and down his shaft,
using my tongue to tickle him as I moved up and down.
Dan's dick was nice and wet now so I started some serious sucking. I
bobbed my head up and down on him, taking more of him in with each stroke
and then burying my face in his thick pubic hair as I took all of him in
my mouth. His cock was surrounded by one of the thickest bushes of curly
stiff hair I had ever had the pleasure to bury my face in. My face was
pressed against his crotch and I sucked his entire cock until he finally
couldn't take it anymore and had to say something to break out silence.
"Oh... my... god," he groaned, saying it over and over again and then
finally, "That is just soooooo incredible. God that feels soooooo good!"
I let him loose just long enough to ask, "So how does it feel to have
your cock sucked for the first time?"
"Ohhhhhh, better than I dreamed," he moaned, "Always wanted this...
always dreamed of it... god please don't stop... that's it – just like
that!!!!"
I was working him with every trick in my considerable arsenal. My hands
were on his thighs as my head weaved and bobbed around his dick, twisting
around his cock and slurping my tongue against it. I reached under him
and cradled his hairy balls in my hand and gently rolled them with my
fingers as I sucked him. His hands finally left the damn chair and he
ran his fingers through my hair, sending chills down my spine!
I took him all the way in my mouth and he groaned out load and pushed my
head firmly down onto him as if trying to keep me from letting him out of
my mouth. I needed some air though and pushed up against him just in
time to keep from gagging but I went down on him again and gently gripped
the base of his cock with my teeth, teasing him as I rotated my head
around his dick. I had enough experience with cocks in my mouth to
realize that he was about to cum but I didn't want him to. Somehow I
didn't take Dan for the multiple orgasm type and I had more plans for him
than just a blowjob!
I stopped sucking him and started to pull his pants down. He lifted
himself up enough to let me get them off. He was a little overweight as
he had admitted before but his ass was still pretty firm. It didn't
matter anyway as his cock still worked and that was all I really cared
about. I pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles but left the
rest of his clothes on. I turned around and pulled my thong down to my
ankles without bending my knees so he got a great view of my ass and
pussy from the rear. Stepping out of the thong I reached between my legs
for his cock. I sat down on his lap as I guided his cock to my soaking
wet pussy. As small as he was he easily slid into me and I felt my bare
bottom meet his hairy lap.
Speaking of small (and forgive me for the tangent), does size really
matter? As far as I am concerned it is not nearly as important as guys
seem to think. I like a fat cock to fuck me but a smaller one to suck so
the average guy probably is best overall. Big cocks look great on porn
films I guess but have you ever tried to swallow one? I like to feel
more than the equivalent of a finger in me so a fat cock definitely feels
better but in the end I can cum regardless of what size he is and I have
found size has nothing to do with how much cum he gives me (the more the
better!).
For me the only problem with a smaller dick like Dan's is that it limits
some of the things I can do with him while we fuck. Sometimes I loved to
bounce on a guy's lap while he fucks me but with Dan it more of a rocking
motion because every time we got too carried away he would slip out of me
and I would have to get myself started all over again. Every time we
changed positions he popped out and we had to get him back in again
whereas a longer guy can stay in me the whole time.
A last comment is that I find it interesting that except for the obvious
huge cock, sift size is not a good indicator of the erected length. I
have had several guys that initially disappointed me but then almost
doubled in size or more after they got going so I have learned not to
judge a guy when he is soft or in the water ("shrinkage" as they say in
Seinfeld!).
We had made it to the bedroom and he was fucking me in the traditional
missionary style when the phone next to the bed rang. A panicked look
came to his face.
"Oh my god, that has to be my wife," he whispered as if she could hear
him. "I'm sorry, I HAVE to answer it or she will know something is going
on."
At first I thought he was going to keep fucking me while he spoke to her
which would have been super erotic so far as I was concerned. But to my
disappointment he pulled out of me and sat on the side of the bed. He
was naked by now and I listened to him talking to his wife as he faced
away from me. I slowly played with myself as I listened to him tell her
about his day and how bored he was tonight. It was hard to keep from
laughing when he said he loved her and missed her. Here he was fucking a
girl half his age and telling his wife he loved her. Well if my future
husband ever did this to me I know what I would do to the bastard! Oh
well, if Dan wanted me more than his wife then who was I to complain? I
really did believe what I had told him earlier in that it was her fault
as much as his for not keeping herself desirable for him.
Dan finally hung up and turned to me with a look of guilt on his face. I
also noticed his erection had shriveled like someone had thrown cold
water on it. I had a bad feeling he was about to throw in the towel but
I wanted him to cum for me first, all the more if anything since
listening to him tell his wife how much he missed her and wanted her. I
knew it was all a lie and I wanted to make him finally do what he had
always dreamed of doing and cheat on her in the final and most intimate
way possible – by giving me the sperm he should be saving for her. I
wanted him to cum in me so that for the rest of his life, even if he
never cheated again. he would always know he had once mated with another
woman and thus broken his vows and betrayed his wife in the most
blasphemous way possible!
"Uh, Kelly...," he started out but I cut him off.
"Fuck me Dan," I said in a demanding voice.
No more submissive Kelly! I was taking control and getting what I wanted
from him, taking something from him he could never get back. I wanted to
prove to myself that I could make him do what he was now having second
doubts about, that I could seduce him with my body and make him lust for
me so bad he would forget his vows to his wife and want only me, even if
only for the moment.
"Fuck me dammit," I repeated as I grabbed his cock and started to stroke
it. "You know you want me... you know you want to fuck my young pussy...
you know you want me more than your fat wife."
He closed his eyes and sighed and I knew I had him! I pushed him onto
his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed still and
straddled his waist.
"Does your wife fuck you like this?" I said seductively as I took his
suddenly hard cock in my hand and guided it to my hungry pussy. "Does
she let you treat her like a whore?"
Dan's eyes were still closed but he was hard as a rock so I knew he
wanted me. He groaned over and over as I fucked his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhh... god help me, I'm so sorry Susan... oh yes I want to fuck
you!"
He hadn't told me her name before and even on the phone he had not called
her my name so this was the first time I knew his wife's name. I always
ask guys I chat with for the names of their wife and kids. It seems so
much more personal and erotic to use their names when we chat rather than
just saying "your wife" or "your son". I love it when a guy uses his
wife's name when he tells me how much he would over to fuck me and cheat
on her or when he uses his daughter's name as he describes how he would
like to make incestual love with her.
"That's it Dan," I encouraged him, "Tell me what you want, tell me how
much more you want me more than Susan."
He moaned as I ground my ass into his crotch in a circular motion,
rubbing his cock all around inside my pussy. "This is soooooo wrong...
God I want to fuck you... feels so damn good!"
I got up and let him slip out of me. Moving to the center of the bed I
got in my hands and knees with my ass facing him. I spread my legs to
give him a good view of my asshole and freshly fucked cunt. He finally
smiled and came in behind me holding his wet cock.
"Shit I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl this way," he whispered as he
pushed up against me from behind.
Well, a few seconds later his wish came true as he fucked me doggie
style. His hands grabbed me by the hips and he pulled and pushed me to
match his thrusts and I could feel as well as hear his body slapping up
against my ass as he rammed his cock into me. He fucked me this way for
a while and then flipped me over on my back again. He put his hands
under me and grabbed my butt to lift me up off the bed. My legs were
over his shoulders as he lifted my ass up to his cock as he knelt before
me. Somehow he bent his stiff cock over enough to get it in me and I
could feel its warmth deep inside my stomach.
"Take it girl... fuck you and your teasing," he said, his lust obviously
now overriding any anxieties he may have had before. 'I'm going to cum
all over you... show you what a fucking whore you are... dirty little
slut!"
Well, that wasn't what I had hoped for exactly but at least he was now
into it again! Suddenly he dropped me to the bed and started stoking his
cock. Almost instantly he spewed a huge shot of cum that hit me in the
face! I wasn't ready for anything that far and fortunately it didn't hit
me in the eyes. The next couple of shots made it to my boobs and the
rest was on my stomach as he leaned over me and pumped the cum from his
cock.
Then Dan suddenly leaned over and shoved himself back into me and
released the last couple of loads inside me! They weren't much in terms
of volume but it was the thought that counts as they say! I took my hand
and wiped the cum on my face into my mouth and then stuck out my tongue
so he could see his cum on it before swallowing it down. He was down on
his elbows trying to keep from crushing me as his cock twitched in my
pussy.
Finally, Dan couldn't hold himself up and he rolled over in the bed and
laid on his back, his cock glistening with our cum. I looked down at me
and saw I was an absolute mess! I was covered in cum! He must not have
cum for the past week from the load he had unleashed on me not to mention
what he had deposited inside of me.
His eyes were closed and for a moment I thought he was going to go to
sleep but he started to main softly as he caught his breath. I figured
that was about all I was going to get from him but there was no way I
could get dressed like this! I quickly ran out to get my clothes and
then back into the bathroom where I turned on the shower. Stepping under
the hot stream, his cum seemed to congeal on me but with some soap and a
wash cloth I was soon clean again. My hands began to wander over myself
as the warmth of the water struck my boobs and drained between my legs.
I had been so intent on getting him to fuck me that I had not cum and I
needed it – badly! I leaned against the shower stall wall and
masturbated until finally I felt the surge beginning in me that I craved.
IU thought about him talking to his wife, how I had seduced him into
cheating on her even when he wasn't sure he wanted to. I came hard as I
imagined her walking in the bedroom and seeing her loyal husband drilling
a girl half her age, fucking her in ways she would never do for him,
doing things to him she would never consent to.
Finally I turned off the eater and sat down on the toilet set, my legs
unsteady from the emotion and electricity of my orgasm. Finally my head
cleared enough to stand and I put on my dress, leaving my damp thong on
the sink for him as a remembrance of the girl he deceived his wife for.
I put on my sneakers since I didn't trust myself balancing on my
stilettos and went back into the bedroom.
To my surprise, Dan was not in the bedroom and I found him in the living
room with a hotel robe wrapped around him and the phone to his ear. He
was facing away from me but I could hear him talking.
"No, everything's OK honey, I just wanted to call you and tell you I love
you... Yeah, I miss you too baby... No really, I'm OK. Nothing's wrong
so stop worrying."
Damn! He must have been on one hell of a serious guilt trip. My coat
and purse were on the table next to door and I saw a stack of hundred
dollar bills next to my purse. I drew in a deep breath as I counted out
ten bills!! Well, if this was how he was managing his guilt who was I to
argue! Based on the way my stuff was laid out by the door and his
position in the room I had a feeling he wasn't looking for anything
from me so I quietly let myself out and went down to the elevator.
I called the taxi on my cell phone while I waited for the car to arrive.
He was suppose to be nearby so hopefully by the time I got down it would
be waiting for me. Just as the elevator doors were about to close a guy
jumped in with me. I could tell in an instant he was drunk – he smelled
like a brewery. His clothes were a mess and his ties was undone. I
pressed against the wall opposite him as he leered at me. I had a long
coat on and there was nothing he could see of my dress or anything but I
think at that moment all it mattered to him was that I was female!
My heart was pounding and I was about to reach for the alarm button when
it looked like he was going to make a move but fortunately the car
stopped and an elderly couple joined us. They stood between us and I say
her nose wrinkle at the disgusting example of human being in the corner.
We finally reached the first floor and I quickly made my way to the lobby
where the taxi driver was waiting for me. The drunk was behind me but he
turned away as the driver escorted me out to his cab. I thanked him for
being so prompt and inside I was even more thankful as I had no idea what
might have happened if he hadn't been there.
He didn't say another word to me the entire way home. He dropped me off
at the dorm and I quickly made my way back to my room. My roomie was
sleeping when I got in but evidently not very soundly as she woke up when
I shut the door.
"Wow Kelly, out late tonight aren't you?" she asked.
I was really happy now I had taken the time to shower. I could imagine
what she would have said if she had smelled his sex on me! We exchanged
some small talk and soon she was asleep again. I undressed and laid in
bed, contemplating the night I had just experienced. All in all it was
definitely an evening to remember.
I would have loved to be able to be invisible and watch Dan meeting his
wife when he got home! It would be interesting to know if this caused
him to go out and cheat on her more or if he was so guilty after the
first time he never could work up the courage again. Secretly I was
hoping for the latter. It made me feel so hot and naughty to think I
would always be his fantasy girl, the only girl he had ever fucked
besides his wife, the girl who did all the things he wanted, the sexiest
girl he had ever known!
THE END