Subject:     Another Football Party 
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date:  January 15, 2006
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Ed was the father of two sons who used to be in the church youth group I 
help to lead.  They are older now but Ed still keeps an eye on me.  When 
his kids invited their friends over for a football party, Ed asked if I 
wanted to join.  It didn't take long to find out why!

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 – Girls and Dildos
   Chapter 2 – Fathers at Church
   Chapter 3 – Sunday Morning Masturbation
   Chapter 4 – Sunday Preparations
   Chapter 5 – Ed makes His Move
   Chapter 6 – Ed Commits Adultery – With Me!
   Chapter 7 – Ed Feels Guilty


Chapter 1 – Girls and Dildos
============================

It was not quite a couple weeks after I'd returned to school from 
Christmas Break when it really hit me.  This was always the hardest time 
for me – the first two weeks at school after leaving home.  At times I 
would lay in my bed awake at night so damn horny my pussy felt like it 
was going to burst!  Sometimes I'd wake in the morning and forget where I 
was.  In the fog of my morning mind, for just a moment I would feel the 
excitement build in me as I waited for my dad to come in my room and give 
me one of his special "wakeup calls" before leaving for work.  Then my 
mind would clear and I'd remember that I wasn't home and my legs would 
tighten together as I missed the wonderful feeling of being fucked by my 
father first thing in the morning.

The only way I can describe how I feel during this time away from home is 
to say it must be similar to a smoker or drug addict having to go cold 
turkey.  I mean, one day a girl's having sex sometimes two or three times 
a day, then suddenly nothing but her own fingers.  Even fooling around 
with my roomie wasn't enough to offset the feeling of loss.  Sure I 
enjoyed being with Jen but we didn't do it very often and even then it 
wasn't the same as being fucked by a guy.

I guess that’s why I don't consider myself a lesbian.  While I physically 
enjoy having sex with girls, in the end it's a man I want – or at least 
the cock hiding between his legs.  It seemed lately like when I looked at 
every guy I passed all I could imagine was how badly I wanted him to 
pierce my pussy with his cock and leave his cum behind - if only I had 
the nerve to ask.

Before anyone writes me, let me just say that despite what some girls may 
try to say, dildos may be fun and they can even feel good but nothing can 
ever take the place of a real live dick!  My mom had a huge collection of 
dildos which she offered to me after I first started masturbating but I 
never could see the appeal.  Maybe it was because I started having sex 
when I was only fourteen so at an age when most girls relied on a dildo, 
I was getting the real thing.  The only dildo of my own is a large 
double-ended one that I use when I'm with another girl.  Even then, it's 
the interaction with her that gets me off, not the dildo per se.


Chapter 2 – Fathers at Church
=============================

It was Wednesday night and as usual, I was at church helping out with the 
junior high youth.  Although I've spent many a night fantasizing about 
what fun it would be to fool around with more than a few of the cuter 
boys, I'd never done anything more than perhaps a little tease here and 
there.  This was the time I had to be extra disciplined, as sometimes 
when I get super horny I tend to do things I later realize that I 
probably shouldn't have.

As an example, a few months ago my horniness got the best of me and I 
ended up fucking one of the boys who I used to teach at church.  Even so, 
he was seventeen which is a LOT different than the twelve to fourteen 
year-olds sitting in front of me now.  God, some of them were SO cute!  
It took all my willpower not to smile and tell them how it turned me on 
to see them getting erections when I sat next to them or "accidentally" 
letting them look down my blouse or up my skirt.  Although I know nothing 
will ever happen with them, it still makes for a great fantasy later when 
I masturbate.  Actually, I can’t even say I WANT anything to happen.  I 
really have no desire to have sex with a young boy, I just enjoy the 
reaction I get from him when he thinks I do.

As much fun as it was for me to fantasize about the younger boys, what 
REALLY got me horny were some of their dads.  Most of them were in their 
thirties and a couple were downright hunks!  One of the ones I kept a 
special eye on was Ed.  I guessed he was in his mid-thirties but he still 
had the body from his college football days.  Ed and his wife Nadine, who 
was just as gorgeous in her own way as her husband, had two kids in my 
youth group.

The oldest was their son CJ (I never could find out what the initials 
stood for!) was fourteen and the subject one of my more frequent teasing 
fantasies.  He took after his dad and was already the class jock with all 
the teen girls after him.  He had more than a passing interest in my 
boobs and more than once I caught him looking over my shoulder and I know 
it wasn't the bible I was holding that he was interested in below him.  I 
can't tell you how many times I couldn't wait to get back to my room and 
rub myself as I dreamed of seeing him harden up every with lust for me 
every time we talked.

Dianna, their twelve year-old daughter, was your typical seventh grader.  
She had “the attitude" already working hard and was starting to discover 
that boys weren't necessarily the root of all evil.  There were times I 
smiled when I noticed not only the high school boys looking at her but 
more than a few dads stole a glance at her developing ass and legs when 
they thought nobody was looking.

While Ed was a handsome specimen of a man, I wasn't as enthralled by his 
personality or attitude.  Oh sure, from a "church" perspective he was the 
perfect father and husband.  He served as a deacon and was active in the 
community in general.  I couldn't help but notice, though, that he had 
the same self-important image of himself that I used to hate in the jocks 
when I was in high school.  Just because they were good looking and could 
play a sport, they thought they were God's gift to women.  Even with 
girls my age (I was twenty now, no longer a teenager!) he still had that 
"aren't you lucky to know me" attitude.  Maybe I was overly sensitive, I 
don't know.  To be fair, nobody had ever told me that they saw the same 
thing in Ed so maybe it was just me overreacting.

To be fair to Ed, most men take a second look at me and I can't say I do 
anything to discourage it so typically I don't pay a lot of attention to 
them when they do.  From the start, a lot of the fathers at church had a 
tendency to look at my legs and boobs more than my face when I talk to 
them.  Really, just because it was at church, why should they react any 
different guys normally do?  Over time, I've become a bit desensitized to 
this type of attention and just ignore them most of the time.  Sometimes, 
though, it seems to go a bit farther than others.

Last fall was the first time I noticed anything especially different or 
unusual about how Ed was looking at me.  One of the parents had sponsored 
a pool party for the youth group and so I was hanging around in my swim 
suit.  I called this one my "virgin suit" as in order to meet church 
dress code standards, it had to be one piece and could not expose your 
bare ass.  Even so, like any swimsuit I bought, it fit me tightly and I 
liked the way it showed off my curves and boobs, even if they WERE 
concealed from direct viewing.  Needless to say, most of the boys seemed 
to want to talk to me more than usual, not to mention their dads!

Ed and his wife were there with CJ and Dianna.  They were in swim suits 
as well and I felt a twinge when I got a good look at Ed's physique.  
Mmmmmmm, it looked like he was still working out pretty regular.  Nadine 
was looking hot as well in an all-white suit which I noticed she never 
got wet.  With as hot a wife as Ed had in Nadine, I was surprised when I 
noticed him turning his head away quickly at times when I would see him, 
as if he didn't want me to know he was looking at me.

Out of curiosity, as a sort of "test", I tried flirting a little with Ed 
during the party.  He was pretty cool about the whole thing, letting me 
do what I wanted yet at the same time maintaining just enough distance to 
allow for "plausible deniability" should someone catch us.  I was left 
with the feeling it was just a game for him and while he like the 
attention just as much as I did, he would most likely never cheat on his 
wife.  Somehow she didn't look to be the type that would tolerate her man 
dallying with another woman!

For the rest of the fall I would see Ed around the church as they dropped 
off their kids and attended services.  We would sometimes talk but it was 
always about church-related or community activities.  To be perfectly 
honest, my interest in Ed tended to be in direct proportion to my level 
of horniness.  If I'd been recently fucked, it was just a passing 
interest no different than I would give to any handsome man.  At times 
like now, when my pussy was dying for a dick, it elevated to a totally 
different level of interest entirely.

At times like this, when I was looking for "relief", Ed was everything a 
horny girl could ask for.  First, he was handsome and wealthy – a great 
start for any guy.  Next, he was married and not just to any girl but a 
beautiful wife who could have passed for a lingerie model, even after 
bearing two kids.  Face it, when a guy has a wife like her, it means all 
the more when he pays attention to you.

Then there was the kids.  There was just something about going after a 
married guy with a daughter that was already turning the heads of the 
other fathers.  So overall, Ed was exactly the type of guy I was looking 
for when it came to a one-time thing.  The question was, was he really 
interested in me or just flirting shamelessly?  So far, it looked like I 
was just a game for him to play to build up his ego.  After all, what 
guys doesn't like to have the attention of a girl young enough to be his 
daughter?

So here I was, horny as hell and nothing in sight to relieve me.  Then I 
was surprised when Dianna handed me a card at the Wednesday night service 
which turned out to be an invitation to a party at her house.  There was 
some football game on Sunday and they had a huge TV with all the fancy 
channels and sound equipment.  Apparently the entire Jr.  High youth 
group was invited over to watch the game, play games and eat food.  I had 
a feeling most of them would be far more interested in the games and food 
while the dads would be watching the game on the big screen.  None of it, 
to be honest, sounded appealing to me but then I DID have an obligation 
as a youth leader to attend.

I thanked Dianna and promised her I'd be there after church on Sunday.  
That night when I returned to my apartment on campus, I started to dream 
about the upcoming event.  All sorts of nasty thoughts went through my 
mind as I started to touch myself and run my fingers over my pussy.  
Mmmmmmm, imagine if CJ took me to his room and I blew him for his first 
time just as Dianna walked in and caught us, and then wanted to join in!  
What if the dads all wanted a piece of me and one by one they would sneak 
up to the guest bedroom where I was waiting like a whore for each to fuck 
me?

Then I imagined Ed's hands on me as he and Nadine shared me in their bed, 
surrounded by photos of their family.  These and maybe a dozen more 
scenarios went through my head as fast as I could think of them while my 
hand worked my warm and wet pussy.  Of course, none of them would ever 
happen but it was still fun to imagine what might happen if they did!


Chapter 3 – Sunday Morning Masturbation
=======================================

Sunday started out like every Sunday with church in the morning.  
Actually, that's not exactly true as it's not like I wake up in a pew 
just as the service starts.  Indeed, when I first woke up this morning 
the first thing I thought about was the party later in the afternoon.  My 
pussy felt like someone attached an electric cord to it as I crossed my 
legs with both hands between my thighs as I tried to contain the 
sensations running though me.  God, talk about waking up horny!  

Most mornings I wake up wet and horny, sort of like guys I know that wake 
up with erections (not that I mind when they do!).  This morning, 
however, was bordering on the ridiculous as all I could think about was 
this intense desire to be fucked.  It consumed my every thought as I 
turned on my side in a fetal position, my hand clamped tight to my bare 
pussy.

"Oh god!" I gasped as my finger touched my already swollen clit.

It was barely audible, not even close to be enough to wake my snoring 
roomie.  Jen had one of the loudest alarm clocks I had ever heard and 
even THAT wasn't always enough to do the job in the mornings.  I could 
have probably moaned loud enough to be heard outside without waking her.

It was probably good to get this out of my system now as the odds of 
anything like what I was dreaming about actually happening that afternoon 
were about zero to none.  Still, as my finger worked its way into my 
soaking wet pussy all I could think about was how it would feel if it was 
Ed's cock instead.  I'd never been to their house but I imagined him 
doing me in their bed, my imagination conjuring up a king size canopy 
with lace bedding that smelled of his wife's perfume as he fucked me 
where she would later lay that night.  Then he did me in Dianna's bed, 
telling me how much he wanted her as he drilled me with his daughter's 
favorite pillow under my ass, soaking up our cum as he screwed me.

I guess it goes without saying that I have quite an imagination, 
especially when I'm masturbating.  Now if only I was as good at writing 
school papers as I was dreaming up sexual encounters with a variety of 
men and boys!  I would have no problem carrying a 4.0 average, that's for 
sure!

Although I don't know for sure how much time passed, it seemed like less 
than ten minutes before my pussy moved to the next stage and I felt my 
orgasm beginning to arise within me, like a smoldering volcano about to 
erupt.  The analogy actually isn't all that bad when I think about it.  
At first it was just little shocks as my finger would touch my clit in 
just the right way, sending a pulse of pleasure rocketing through me like 
a fireworks that was lit in my pussy and then exploded in a blazing light 
all through me.  My body would shudder and shake, like the beginning 
tremors of an earthquake, small at first and then increasing in 
intensity.

Then the show would begin as a small eruption would occur; not the main 
event but stronger than just the small fireworks variety.  My pussy 
seemed to be teasing me, faking me into thinking my orgasm was about to 
blow the lid off my volcano between my legs and then die down again only 
to rise again a minute or two later.

There were times when I would actually try to extend the range and number 
of these "preliminary" eruptions, letting each one get just a little bit 
bigger but not too much to where I couldn't pull back from the edge and 
start over again.  This morning I wasn't in the mood to tease myself, I 
just wanted to cum and I wanted to cum as soon as possible!

"Oh fuck!" I moaned, louder this time as I felt my pussy contract and 
squeeze down on my fingers that were paying inside of it.

My other hand was massaging my pussy lips and clit when suddenly it hit.  
Like a volcano erupting without warning, it was like my entire body 
lifted off the bed as my back arched and then my hips flew up and I 
bounced like I was being fucked my some sort of maniac.  Oh yeah, it had 
arrived; my orgasm was in full swing now.

"Fuck me Ed," I groaned, my eyes shut tight as imagined his strong arms 
holding me tight against his chest as he drilled his dick deeper and 
deeper into my pussy.

It seemed to go on forever and I never wanted it to end.  This is what I 
lived for, what got me through the tough days.  This was why I 
masturbated, why I loved to be fucked.  There was nothing else in the 
world that could make me feel this way, nothing that even came close.  My 
body seemed to freeze in place, quivering like a guitar string that had 
just been plucked as the waves of pleasure coursed through me the way the 
sound waves emerged from the guitar string, except it felt more like a 
chord had been played than a single note.

How long it went on I'll never know for sure as afterwards I just 
collapsed in bed and closed my eyes with my arms and legs outstretched.  
It felt like my entire body was glowing, so full of pleasure and sexual 
satisfaction that anyone looking at me should have been able to see it 
shining from my every pore.

I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I knew it was Jen shaking me 
by the shoulder.

"Hey Kelly, wake up!  We have to be at church in thirty minutes!"

My eyes popped wide open and I looked up and saw her grinning at me.  I 
was laid out nude on my back and must have smelled like pussy to high 
heaven but she had learned long ago to ignore my morning "sessions".

"So tell me, who is Ed?" she asked.

THAT woke me up and I looked up at her with an inquisitive expression.

"I just mean, you kept calling out to him while you were masturbating 
before so I thought maybe you had a new boyfriend or something."

I relaxed a bit at that and smiled at her.  If she only knew!  Jen wasn't 
directly involved in the youth at church, preferring to work with the 
music ministry team instead.  Odds were she'd never even met most of the 
kids, let alone their parents.  Well, I wasn't about to tell my roomie 
I'd been fantasizing about being fucked by the father of one of my young 
teen girls!

"Ohhhhhh, just someone I use to know," I fibbed, "I guess I must've been 
a little homesick."

Jen went back to doing her hair and nodded.  "Yeah, I know how you feel.  
I really miss my guy too."

Indeed she did but then she had one advantage over me.  Rather than 
having to dream up an imaginary lover, she just called her guy in the 
phone and the two of them would have phone sex for an hour or so.  I 
would get so jealous sometimes of her as she laid in her bed and played 
with herself while she told her boyfriend the nastiest things over the 
phone.  I'm not sure who I was more jealous of though, her boyfriend or 
her!


Chapter 4 – Sunday Preparations
===============================

Fortunately I'm a quick dresser so we both made it to church with minutes 
to spare – not even close by my standards!  As we took our place in the 
pews where most of the colleges students sat, I looked around to see if I 
could spot Ed and the family.  They may have been there but I didn't see 
them anywhere.  Maybe they'd gone to the earlier service so they could 
get home and prepare for the party?  All I knew was that during the 
prayer time I prayed fervently that everything was OK at home and they 
wouldn't have to cancel the party.  Hey, is it really wrong to ask God 
for good sex?  I don't think so.

The service ended right on time as usual.  One thing you could say for 
our pastor, he was punctual.  It was also well known that he was a Browns 
fan and he wanted to be home in time for the kickoff!  As we streamed out 
of the church, I looked for their car but nothing was in sight.  Well, 
all I could do was hope for the best.

Back at our apartment, I got out of my Sunday church clothes and debated 
what to wear to the party.  It WAS suppose to be a Youth sponsored gig so 
I had to dress appropriately which meant nothing too risqué, or actually 
nothing risqué at all if I wanted to follow the rules.  That didn't mean 
my jeans couldn't be form fitted to my ass and my blouse had to be the 
right size.  It's amazing what just one size too small can do for your 
bust line when you're trying to make do with what God has given you – 
even when you think God could have been a little more generous.

"So what do you have going this afternoon anyway, Kelly?" Jen asked, 
seeing me put on a little makeup which was unusual for me on a Sunday 
afternoon.

I explained to her about the birthday party and football game and she 
just nodded.

"Sorta pushing the line, aren't you?" she said softly, as if she was 
afraid of offending me but felt it was necessary to say.

I knew what she was referring to.  Although I was actually wearing a bra 
under my blouse, if anything that just made the outfit all the more 
sexier as the dark outline of it was clearly visible under the light 
beige blouse.  It probably would have actually been more conservative for 
me NOT to have worn a bra than to wear this combination, especially when 
you have boobs as small as mine at the time.

"It's not being held at church," I rationalized to her, "Besides, I 
thought you'd be proud of me for wearing a bra for once!"Jen rolled her 
eyes at my lame excuse.  She knew full well what kind of appearance I was 
going for and it wasn't to be conservative, that's for sure.

"Well, I have to admit you surprised me there, sometimes I wonder if you 
even OWN one," she giggled.

Jen was one of those girls that ALWAYS wore a bra, even though she had 
some of the most perfectly perky breasts a girl could ask for.  She 
certainly didn't NEED one but she was one of those girls raised by her 
mom to always wear panties and a bra.

I looked over at the clock and my eyes widened.  I hadn't realized it was 
so late already and here I was letting my roomie tease me about a silly 
bra.  I grabbed a jacket and blew her a goodbye kiss as I hustled out to 
the cold parking lot and jumped in my car.  I was pretty sure how to get 
to the house but it was in a part of town I hadn't been in before.  I 
wasn't worried as the town wasn't anything like the hills and curves that 
made up Pittsburgh back home.  Indeed, it took me less than ten minutes 
to get there.


Chapter 5 – Ed makes His Move
=============================

Their driveway was full so I parked on the street and walked up to the 
front door.  CJ answered the door and when he saw it was me, a smile came 
to his face and he motioned for me to come in.

"Hey Kelly, I was hoping you'd make it," he greeted me.

CJ took my coat and from the way he was looking at me as he hung it up, I 
knew why he was glad I'd made it – and it wasn't for my prayer ministry 
skills!  I followed him to the family room where people were \crowded in 
front of a gigantic large screen TV.  There must have been some serious 
audio system as the sound level was off the charts and it was almost like 
you were at the game.

Most of the kids didn't pay any attention to my arrival but Nadine made 
sure to thank me for coming and asked me if there was anything I wanted.  
Boy, was THAT a question she didn't want to hear the answer to.  "Oh yes 
Nadine, I'd like to suck you're husbands hard cock and then have him fuck 
my brains out later on your bed." Oh yeah, THAT would go over just swell!

Instead, I asked for a Diet Coke which she had one of the kids get me and 
I took a seat on the floor along with everyone else.  The other youth 
leaders were there, a young couple that had married just a few months ago 
and the youth pastor and his wife as well.  The youth pastor looked at me 
as I sat down and for a brief moment our eyes met and I felt a shiver go 
through me.  I recalled the last time I had been home alone back home 
with my youth pastor at my home church and a familiar rage suddenly 
filled me.  Well, someday he would pay for what he had done to me!  
Unlike that jerk, this youth pastor was a saint and he was great with 
kids so just as quickly, the moment passed and I worked to calm myself 
and lower my pulse rate which had suddenly skyrocketed.  His wife was 
lovely as well and we got along great.

I checked out the crowd as I really wasn't all that interested in the 
game.  When you're raised by a fanatical Pittsburgh Steelers fan, it 
feels almost like you're being a heretic to watch the Browns playing with 
a crowd of people actually rooting for them!  I spotted Ed sitting in a 
large arm chair next to several other dads, all of them convinced they 
could solve all the problems their favorite team was having if only the 
coach would listen to them.

The whole scene eventually became too much for me so I got up and went 
into the kitchen where most of the wives were hanging out, fixing snacks 
and gossiping.  Well, since this WAS a so-called church affair, they 
weren't "gossiping", they were "sharing".  Some of the older girls were 
in there as well, as bored already with the football game as I was.

After a while the guys started wandering in and out, like cattle grazing 
for better food.  They would get a plate filled with wings and other 
heart-choking fare and then return to the game, which apparently was 
going poorly as usual for the local team based on the groans hat kept 
rising from the family room.  Eventually Ed made his way in and when he 
saw me, his eyes widened momentarily but the expression on his face was 
there just long enough that I knew what his first thoughts must have 
been.  I glanced over at Nadine but she was busy pouring drinks so she 
hadn't caught her husband's momentary indiscretion.  I discreetly made my 
way to the other side of the kitchen next to where he was taking his pick 
of the food spread out there.

"Hi Ed," I greeted him.  Most of the parents preferred I called them by 
their first names so it wasn't unusual for me to address him that way.

"Hey Kelly, I didn't think you'd made it."

"Oh, did that disappoint you?"

Ed looked at me closely after I asked that.  It was probably as forward 
as I'd ever been directly with him and I think he wanted to be sure he'd 
caught my tone of voice correctly before doing anything stupid.

"Well, of course, we were hoping everyone would make it," he responded, 
keeping his voice neutral.

It wasn't like we were alone or anything and if we talked much more it 
would probably draw attention so I decided to try a little harder and 
nothing happened, then that was the way it was meant to be.

"Well, I was hoping you were especially hoping I would make it.  I mean, 
that's really why I decided to come."

Ed looked at me again.  This time he didn't say a word and I wondered if 
maybe I'd made an error in my assessment of him.  It wouldn't be the 
first time I'd misjudged a guy but I still didn't want to be embarrassed.  
He turned to leave for the living room and just when I thought the worst, 
suddenly I felt a hand on my ass and then a solid squeeze.  This was no 
teenage "feel" boys liked to try and steal to impress their friends.  No, 
there was no doubt as to what this hand was trying to communicate!

At first I didn't move, not wanting to scare him aware but once the hand 
release me, I turned to see who it was.  Ed was already heading out of 
the kitchen but I was sure it had been him.  I watched him leave and 
then, just before rounding the corner, he turned back and looked at me.  
If I hadn't been watching for it I would have missed it so I was the only 
one in the kitchen that saw him wink at me.  Hmmmmmm, now WHAT did all 
this mean?

For the moment there wasn't much I could do and I looked around to be 
sure nobody had spotted the little scene that had just played out.  The 
place was a zoo and no doubt the very idea that the married host would be 
grabbing a college girl's ass right in the middle of everything was about 
the last thing anyone would have imagined.  Even I was having a hard time 
believing it had really happened.

Now the question was whether he was just teasing or was that a signal - 
although I had no idea what the signal was for.  I knew what I HOPED it 
was for, but that could just be my overactive sex imagination at work.  
My rational side told me he was just flirting harmlessly with me in 
response to my teasing and that to think it was anything more was just a 
delusion.

By now I noticed a lot of the kids had disappeared and when I asked about 
it, I learned that the basement was filled with various games and 
computers so I headed down to investigate.  My eyes widened as I saw 
several pinball machines and various arcade video games along with a 
number of computers with a virtual store full of various video games 
attached.  Naturally the boys were all attacking the video games while 
the girls were playing Ms.  Pac Man and Donkey Kong.  I'd never actually 
seen the arcade versions and it was fascinating to see the games my 
parents use to reminisce about.

The basement was huge, much larger than just the games area, and I got a 
little nosy.  There was a workshop back in the far corner, filled with 
tools and other pieces of equipment that I had no idea what they did.

A laundry room was next door and I noticed it had a dumb waiter elevator 
system.  God, my mom would have died for that in our house.  She was 
always complaining about having to carry the clothes from the drier in 
the basement up to our second floor bedrooms.  There was a chute to drop 
out clothes down but it was mule train time when it came to bringing them 
back up again!

Yet another room was filled with clothes, apparently where they kept the 
out-of- season stuff.  It was cedar lined and I loved the smell that 
emerged when I opened the door.  The last room had the furnace and some 
other pumps and stuff that apparently did something but what, I hadn't a 
clue.

I turned to head back over to where the kids were playing and when I did, 
I almost bumped straight into Ed.  I couldn't help but gasp involuntarily 
as my heart jumped into my throat at the unknown presence that suddenly 
appeared.

"Hey, don't go fainting on me; I didn't mean to scare you!" Ed consoled 
me, holding me by the shoulders.

"That's OK," I replied, "You just surprised me, that's all."

"Well, not nearly as much as your little banter did back up in the 
kitchen earlier surprised me."

Hmmmmmm, now THAT was an interesting remark.  Nothing like getting 
straight to the point.  I decided to play along and see where this led.

"Oh yeah?  Well, I wasn't the one playing grab ass!" I teased him.

"And you didn't seem to mind either, did you?" he countered.  Well, he 
had me there...

"So tell me Ed, how did my ass feel?" I whispered seductively.

Ed glanced over at where the kids were playing on the other side of the 
room.

"Ummmmm, not here.  Why don't we go into the workshop and I'll tell you."

Talk about being forward!  I wondered what gave him the confidence to 
move so quickly.  A LOT of girls I knew loved to tease guys and had gone 
further than just wiggling their ass in the process so what made him 
think I wasn't just another cock tease?  Oh well, did it really matter?  
Whatever the reason, I decided to follow him and find out.


Chapter 6 – Ed Commits Adultery – With Me!
==========================================

Once we were in the room he closed the door and for a moment it was dark 
until he flipped on the light switch.  I realized then he hadn't wanted 
to turn it on until the door was shut so as not to draw the attention of 
the kids across the basement.  We faced each other and I leaned back 
against one of the benches, still several feet away from him and waited 
for him to make his next move.

"Well, I told you I would tell you so let me say this, your ass felt 
magnificent!"

We both laughed together at that one but so far, it was just silly 
banter.  What next?

"You know, it's amazing what you can find out about someone with just a 
little digging," he said softly, looking at me for my reaction.  "You've 
got everyone around here thinking you're some innocent church girl but 
that's not true back home, is it Kelly?

"What do you mean?" I asked him, partially to stall for time to figure 
out how to answer and partially to learn more about what he thought he 
knew.

"You were the class slut back in high school, weren't you?" he said, more 
of a statement than a question though.  He obviously knew the answer so I 
didn't respond.  Besides, I'd worked hard for that reputation and was 
proud of it, even if I couldn't talk about it while I was at school.

"So how did a girl with your reputation manage to get admitted to a 
school like yours?  I would think they frown on such things."

I coughed to clear my throat and managed to reply saying, "I guess I just 
behave myself when I'm here, that's all."

Ed laughed but it didn't sound funny.  "That has to be pretty hard for 
someone like you, doesn't it?  Don't you ever get horny and want to do 
something about it?"

Wow, this certainly wasn't the conversation I had imagined in any of my 
dreams about being with him.  I had never imagined that anyone away from 
home would ever know about my "activities" at home.  Thank god he hadn't 
found out about me and my dad although I don't know how he could have 
possible done that.  Even so, these days you never know.

"Of course I do," I admitted, digging my toe into the concrete floor like 
I was going to actually drill a hole in it, afraid to look him in the 
eyes or I would betray just how horny I really was.  So far he had just 
accused me things but he hadn't really made a move towards me so I wasn't 
ready to go all-in yet, as much as I WANTED to.

"I bet you're really horny now, aren't you?"

I hesitating a few seconds before answering.  "Yesssssss," I whispered, 
barely loud enough for him to hear even in the stillness of the closed 
room.

"You want to suck my dick, don't you?"

"Yesssssss," I whispered again, feeling like a little girl again 
confessing something I had done wrong to my parents.

"And I bet you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yesssssss," I responded again in an emotionless voice.

It was almost surreal.  Here we were in corner of a basement, nothing 
between us and a dozen young teens but a closed wooden door.  The beeps 
and sounds effects of their games clearly were audible while the 
footsteps of the people above us resonated through the ceiling.  It was 
about as unlikely a scenario as I would have ever thought of for a man 
almost twice my age to be interrogating me on my sexual needs, let alone 
me admitting to his accusations.  It wasn't all that BAD either; after 
all, hadn't I come to the party with some vague hopes of at least getting 
his attention?

"Well, what are you waiting for then?" he demanded, interrupting my 
thoughts.  I looked at him, knowing what he probably wanted but still not 
100% sure this wasn't some form of entrapment.

"Good grief, quite being coy with me and get down on your knees," he 
huffed.

The frustration in his voice told me he wasn't kidding.  Wow, he actually 
wanted me to suck his cock!  God, how many times had I played with myself 
dreaming of doing just that and now here I was hesitating for who knows 
what reason.  I guess maybe it was because in all my dreams and 
fantasies, I was the one seducing him and he was the one to fall under my 
spell and finally give in to his lust and desire for me.  Never had I 
envisioned being the one to be ordered about, as if it was simply 
expected that I would suck his dick, no questions asked.  It wasn't that 
he was being mean or overbearing, just not what I was ready for and it 
caught be a bit flat-footed.

Now knowing what else to do, I dutifully dropped to the floor.  There was 
a soft rubber matt by the workbench which cushioned the hard concrete 
floor and I sat back on my heels with my hands on my thighs, looking up 
at him as I waited for his next move.

"That's better, now take out my dick and start sucking it.  It's not like 
you haven't done it before."

He stepped forward until he was right in front of me, standing there 
looking down at me with his hands on his hips, like some Apollo looking 
down at his dominion except in this case he was dominating me instead of 
the world.  I easily undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans before 
pulling down the zipper.  He was wearing boxers and I reached through the 
opening in the front and the first thing I felt was his thick pubic hair.  
Then I had his warm dick in my hand and I worked it through the opening.  
He was already beginning to get thick so I had to work at it a little to 
free him but then he flopped out and his cock poked out at me through his 
underwear like a giant worm sticking out from an apple.  At first I just 
stroked him but he was in too much of a hurry for that.

"C'mon, we don't have all day, suck it."

He had a nice looking dick, average overall I would say, so he really 
didn't need to encourage me much to take it in my mouth.  Actually, I 
would have done that right off to start with but some men like to see a 
girl play with their cock a little before she starts blowing him.

"Oh yeah, that feels good," he moaned as I sucked on the head of his cock 
and worked my way down his shaft with my lips and tongue.  "You really 
ARE a slut, aren't you?"

I didn't take his dick out of my mouth to answer since I figured he 
really was making a point rather than asking me a question.  He smelled 
strongly of sex and sweat, so much so that I wondered if he hadn't fucked 
Nadine after church without showering afterwards.  In a way, I hoped that 
he had because that meant that the cock I was sucking had just been in 
his wife a few hours ago and now it was being sucked by me behind her 
back.

"Deeper," he whispered huskily as he put his hands on each side of my 
head and pulled me into his crotch while at the same time he thrust his 
hips forward to drive his dick into my mouth further.

As I said, Ed had an average cock which by no means is meant to be an 
insult.  Indeed, the best cocks, so far as I am concerned, are the 
"average" ones.  Smaller ones feel like a finger inside of my pussy and 
while still satisfying, don't present much of a challenge.  The really 
huge ones are great if you're shooting a porno but for "normal" sex, they 
are a pain – literally and figuratively.  First, they really stretch out 
my pussy and sometimes leave me sore afterwards, not to mention making me 
feel like a virgin when they all but rip me open when they first entered 
me.

BJs, though, are where big cocks are REALLY a problem.  Again, it may 
look hot in a porno to see a girl try to take in some monstrous dick that 
looks like it belongs more on a horse than a man.  All I can say is that 
you should try being on the receiving end someday.  I like to deep throat 
and when the guy's on the long end of the "average" scale, it's not all 
that hard once you learn to control the gag reflex and besides, guys love 
it.  Big dicks, though are really hard to force down your throat and no 
amount of self-discipline can keep you from wanting to puke at times.  
Sure there are a few porn stars who can do it but then, isn't that that's 
why they're porn stars?.

With Ed, his dick was just long enough that when I got down to about the 
last inch or so of his shaft and my nose was already being tickled by his 
pubic hair, THAT was when I felt the tip of his dick against the back of 
my throat.  I looked up at him and our eyes met as I used the moment to 
try to relax my throat as much as possible until finally I took the 
plunge and pushed my head down onto him until my face was firmly against 
his hairy crotch.  I felt his dick push down into my throat and for just 
an instant my chest contracted and I almost gagged despite my best 
efforts.  Then the sensation passed and I rotated my head around his 
dick, letting my lips and tongue run around his shaft as the head was 
squeezed by my throat.

"Oh fuck, that's it, take it all," he groaned as he pulled my head into 
his crotch to keep his dick down my throat.

One thing about deep-throating, it's like seeing how long you can hold 
your breath underwater and sooner or later you have to come up for air or 
bad things happen.  Finally I had to yank my head back sharply to 
overcome the pressure on the back of my head.  I let his dick drop from 
my mouth as I gasped for air and looked up at him.

"You know, I've never had anyone do that to me before," he said, shaking 
his head.

"What's the matter, doesn't Nadine take all your dick?  She look like she 
would give good head." I managed to get out between gasps as I regained 
my breath and prepared for another onslaught on his dick.

"Shit, Nadine doesn't even blow me," he grumbled, "She says it's 'dirty' 
and 'gross', can you believe it?"

Actually, I could if only because I know a lot of girls who agree with 
her.  Men get conditioned from sex magazines and movies to think that 
every girl can't wait to put her head between their legs and suck their 
dicks, regardless of how revolting or dirty they may be.  While many 
girls, me included, DO enjoy doing just that, there are just as many that 
flatly refuse to suck dick.  In the middle are those that do it but only 
to satisfy their man more than because they get any enjoyment from it.

Personally, I get my thrills from feeling a guy growing in my mouth, 
knowing that his reaction is being caused by his sexual desire for ME.  
It makes me feel good to hear him moan and tell me how good it feels 
while I suck him.  Then, when he cums in my mouth, I take it as a 
validation of my sexuality, of my desirableness as a woman, even of my 
skill at giving head.

"Well then, I suppose you want more, don't you?" I teased him.

"You know something….why don't you just quit yakking and suck my dick," 
he grunted as he grabbed my head again and pulled me back into his crotch 
roughly.

Indeed, I sucked his cock for a while, at times deep throating him again, 
most of the time just stroking his shaft with my hand while I sucked and 
licked the head of his dick.  As much as I enjoyed it, I knew we had a 
limited time period to get things done before someone wondered where he 
was and started looking.  The last thing I wanted was to have to quit 
before I'd gotten what I wanted – his dick cumming in me.

"I want you to fuck me now," I whispered to him as I stroked his hard, 
wet cock in my hand.

I stood up, holding his dick in my hand.  We were both essentially 
dressed with just his pants undone and his dick sticking out through his 
boxers.  Even if someone were to knock on the door now, he could probably 
turn away quick enough to hide his dick.  It would have been awkward to 
explain why we were alone in the back room with the door closed but at 
least it wasn't like we were both nude and fucking on the work bench.  
Perhaps that was what he was thinking as well as he seemed to hesitate 
now after being so forceful just a little while ago.

"C'mon Ed, I've seen the way you look at me in church.  You know you want 
to fuck me so now here's your chance." Ed looked at the door with this 
stricken expression on his face.  We could hear the kids and the door 
didn't have a lock so it wasn't like we could be 100% sure nobody would 
interrupt us.  The odds were heavily in our favor as the kids had no 
reason to want to investigate a closed door in the back corner of the 
basement.  Still, it WAS a risk and as much as I knew Ed was weighing 
that against his desire to fuck me.

To help things along, I undid my jeans and worked them down off my hips 
to my knees, exposing my bare ass and pussy to him.  He just stared at my 
pussy, like a young teenage boy who hadn't seen one before.  I put one 
hand down between my legs and rubbed myself while I held his cock with 
the other.

"You just said I suck your cock better than Nadine.  I bet my pussy's a 
lot tighter than hers too, don't you think?" I taunted him softly.  "When 
was the last time you got to fuck a college girl Ed?"

"Nadine was the last," he said absentmindedly, almost without thinking it 
seemed.

I took his hand and pulled it towards my breasts.  I placed his hand on 
one and held it there with my hand on top.  He didn't squeeze but then he 
didn't try pulling away either.  Early on he was so confident, so 
demanding.  Back then he was evidently just thinking he would get a BJ, 
something most people, including me for that matter, don't even consider 
"sex" when it comes to establishing whether adultery was committed.  He 
must not have thought things would go this far and now it was his turn to 
be the hesitant one while I was the one pushing him to go further

I let go of his cock and turned towards the work bench and bent over with 
my legs about two feet apart, exposing myself to him as he stood behind 
me.

"See my wet pussy Ed, don't you want it?  You know you do."

"Fuck, I just can't do this," he groaned as he started backing away and 
for a moment I thought maybe I was going to lose this one.  I turned my 
head and looked sternly back at him.

"Well, you'd BETTER fuck me Ed," I warned him, "Besides, even if you 
don't I'll tell Nadine that you did anyway."

Ed's eye's flashed and he looked like he was about to punch me or 
something.

"You fucking bitch, you wouldn't dare," he said angrily.

"Oh I wouldn't?  I'll tell her that you raped me, that you lured me down 
here and then forced yourself on me," I threatened him with a nasty grin 
on my face.  "So why not just do what you know you want to do anyway and 
get on with it?"

"You dirty whore, I'll show you," he growled, grabbing his dick and 
stepping in behind me.

I DID notice that despite his supposed protests, his cock hadn't dwindled 
by any noticeable amount since I'd let go of it.  I knew he really wanted 
to fuck me.  Like most "faithful" married guys, he just needed some help 
so later he could rationalize his behavior.  Whether he used this as an 
excuse to blame me later for "forcing" him to fuck me, well I really 
didn't care.  He may not have known it but I knew he would never do me 
again anyway so if that's what it took to get him to fuck me, then so be 
it.

"That's it Ed, fuck me!"

He stopped talking as he concentrated on getting his dick in position.  
Holding his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head up against my pussy, 
working it in between my wet pussy lips and running it up and down from 
my pussy hole to my clit.  I gasped as his head touched my clit, sending 
a jolt through me and making my legs feel weaker.

"Yeah, you want it, don't; you," he said, his voice regaining the 
confident tone of earlier, "You want my big dick in your pussy, don't 
you... don't you?"

Actually, Ed was turning out to be rather predictable.  Everything from 
his "demands" to suck him to my supposed threats to expose him if he 
didn't fuck me were straight from the Kelly playbook of seduction.  This 
was just one more element that so many men seemed to want, perhaps even 
needed, when they fucked me.  He wanted me to beg for him to fuck him.  
Well, once again, if that's what it took to get him in me, then why not?

"Oh yes Ed, please fuck me!" I begged as loudly as I dared without my 
voice carrying outside the room.  "My pussy wants your dick so bad, put 
it in me now... PLEASE!"

Evidently that was all it took to satisfy him, along with more moans and 
panting as he worked his head until lit was poised at the entrance to my 
pussy and he grabbed my hips to help him to thrust his dick into me.  I 
felt the pressure against my pussy build as he pushed himself forward, 
trying to shove his dick in my waiting pussy.

"Damn you're really tight!" he grunted as he repositioned his dick and 
got himself ready for another try at violating me.

Well, since all he'd been fucking was Nadine's loose pussy for the past 
umpteen years, I suppose mine felt like a virgin's compared to hers after 
pushing two kids through it.  This time I felt him push even harder until 
suddenly, like a rubber band snapping, my pussy opened up and his cock 
dipped into me.  For a brief moment I wondered if he realized at that 
instant he became guilty of adultery, that he was now cheating on his 
wife and breaking a vow he had made before God.  Well, if nothing else it 
would hit later, of that I was sure.

"Deeper Ed," I encouraged him, "Fuck me deeper, put all of that big cock 
in me."

Ed didn't need the encouragement as while I spoke I felt him pulling back 
on my hips as he shoved himself into me further.  I felt his pubic hair 
brushing against my bare ass as his crotch met my butt with a slight 
slapping sound.  We fucked like this for a few minutes, neither of us 
saying anything but him grunting while I kept up an almost constant low 
moan as his cock slid in and out of me with the rhythm of a locomotive 
piston.

Suddenly he pulled out of me and spun me around.  He steered me backwards 
to one of the benches.  We both had our jeans around our ankles so it was 
more of a shuffle but his hands helped me keep my balance until he lifted 
me up and set me down on the edge of the bench.

"Lean back, show me that pretty cunt," he grunted as he held his wet hard 
cock in his hand, waiting impatiently for me to respond to his demands.

I put my hands behind me and leaned back, trying to spread my knees apart 
as best I could with my jeans acting like shackles around my ankles.  I 
would've had to remove my shoes to let them drop off but that was out of 
the question at the moment.

"Damn, look at that little bare cunt, I bet it likes to be fucked, 
doesn't it?"

I balanced myself with one hand so I could touch my pussy with the other.  
I rubbed it and then used my fingers to spread my lips open so he could 
see my pussy hole exposed.

"Right now it wants YOU to fuck it," I said seductively, "You've no idea 
how long I've waited."

Now THAT was probably one of the most honest things I had said to him 
yet.  Indeed, I HAD been waiting a long time for this moment.  I watched 
as he lined his dick up once again with my pussy.  Looking down my flat 
stomach, I stared at his dick as the head nestled in against my wet pussy 
hole and then I felt him entering me as at the same time I could see the 
head disappearing from sight as it drilled into me.

"Oh Ed, that feels SO good... I love you fucking me!"

I let go of my pussy so I could use both hands to balance myself with as 
Ed reached under my knees and lifted my legs up in the air higher to let 
him penetrate me more easily.  My bare butt rocked on the bench top as he 
pushed himself in and out of me.  It fascinated me to watch his dick as 
it moved in and out of him.  It never ceased to amaze me, no matter how 
many times I'd been fucked, that a man's dick could actually enter me 
this way and feel so incredibly good.  It was hard to picture six or 
seven inches of dick up inside of me, surrounded by my wet and warm 
pussy, caressing his cock and welcoming it like a long lost lover that 
had finally returned to the home where it belonged.

"I want you to cum in me," I whispered, looking directly into his eyes, 
"I want you to fill my pussy with your sperm."

Ed didn't miss a stroke but from the look on his face he was apparently 
surprised at that one.  First, he wasn't wearing a condom but that didn't 
bother me as nothing is safer than a married man who doesn't cheat on his 
wife (at least, until me that is).

"It's OK, I'm protected," I quickly said, "Just cum in me, that's what I 
want."

Ed was about there and whether it was just that time or my words drove 
him over the line, but in either case he groaned and then drove his dick 
deep into me and then held it in place.  I knew what was coming – or more 
correctly, cumming!

"Oh my god," he groaned as I felt the pressure against my crotch as he 
jerked against me each time his dick shot out a load of adulterous sperm 
into me.

Each time he came in me I felt a joy inside of me, maybe even a sense of 
accomplishment.  He was cumming in me, mating me at least figuratively if 
not literally.  Each load of cum was another nail in the coffin that 
contained his now broken wedding vows.  Each load was an affirmation of 
how much he desired me, an indicator of how much he wanted me such that 
he was willing to betray his wife's love and devotion for these few 
minutes with me.  As much as I was enjoying the feel of his lust in me, I 
couldn't help but think about his wife who was right upstairs without a 
clue as to what her cheating husband was doing literally right under her.

Finally he was finished, his load exhausted and he was left panting over 
me, beads of sweat forming on his chin and dripping down onto my blouse 
which I was still wearing without so much as having undone a single 
button.

"Now tell me Ed, wasn't it so much better to fuck me than Nadine?" I 
said, knowing I was being naughty but not able to resist the temptation.

What is it with men after they cum, especially the older ones?  It's like 
when they cum, their horniness and lust shoots out along with their cum 
and they're left totally drained.  With Ed, not only had he let loose a 
hell of a load in me, but now I was reminding him of just what he had 
done and perhaps for the first time since leading me into the room, the 
consequences of his actions hit home.


Chapter 7 – Ed Feels Guilty
===========================

"Oh god, what have I done?" he mumbled as he pulled out of me 
unceremoniously and started to get his clothes back together.

"What's the matter Ed, you know you liked fucking me more than her.  
C'mon, do me again."

I scooting back a bit on the bench so I could get my feet up on top of it 
and let me knees flop apart so he could see my pussy.  I squeezed down 
and forced some of his cum to drip from my pussy for him to see.

"See your cum in me Ed?  See what you did to me?  I want more of it.  
Fuck me again."

I was just being a terrible tease as I knew full well that there was no 
way, no matter what I said or did, that he would ever do me again today, 
if ever.  Heck, even he wanted to now it wouldn't be right away as his 
cock was rapidly dwindling down.  Some of that was undoubtedly due to the 
waves of remorse and regret that were sweeping over him but it was 
probably also due to his age as well.  Once a guy hits his thirties, it 
seems those days of non-stop fucking are over.  "I can't believe I let 
you talk me into this," he continued to mumble.  Yeah, like I was the one 
that dragged HIM into the room!

I'd seen this same response in other married men after they fucked me.  
It was like they had to build up a case rationalizing their behavior so 
they wouldn't feel so guilty about what they had just done.  It didn't 
bother me, I had gotten what I wanted so how they felt about it later 
wasn't really a big concern of mine.  Does a fisherman worry about the 
fish he worked so hard to catch once it’s been caught and in the boat?

Actually, if anything this made it even better for me.  The only reason I 
enjoy fucking married men is the thrill it gives me knowing they have to 
convince themselves to cheat on their wives to satisfy their lust for me.  
Couples don't do it for me nearly as well since where's the fun if the 
wife says it's OK?  Seeing Ed struggling with his guilt just made it all 
the more special for me knowing how much he must have wanted me to be 
able to overcome his apparent deep love for his wife.  Mmmmmmm, talk 
about feeling sexy, I felt like Cleopatra!

Ed had his pants back on and in order by now while I was still sitting on 
his work bench with my bottom exposed.  He looked at me and for just a 
second, I saw that look again in his eyes, that look of lust and desire 
for me that had once driven him to do what he would now probably regret 
for the rest of his life.  Oh sure, he would probably jerk off forever 
when he got horny and thought about fucking me, but when he was with his 
wife in bed, or with his family, there would be times memories of me 
sitting her like this, freshly fucked and ready to give him more of it, 
would intrude and he would have to deal with them.  Oh well, that was his 
problem, not like I raped him or anything!

"For god's sake, get dressed before someone comes in and sees you like 
that," he hissed at me as he put his hand on the door knob.  "Don't come 
out for a few minutes; I don't want anyone realizing we were in here 
together."

He cracked the door open to see if anyone was around.  Apparently 
satisfied, he slipped out and quickly shut it behind him, leaving me all 
alone.  I looked down at my throbbing pussy and saw more of his cum had 
drained from me.  I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as the first 
thought that came to my mind was, "Damn what a mess!"

Looking around, I saw a pile of rags at the end of the bench and I leaned 
over to grab one and used it to wipe the cum from my pussy.  There were 
some spots left on my blouse where his sweat had dripped but there 
nothing I could do about those, I just had to hope that they would dry 
quickly.  Hopping off the table, I pulled my jeans back up and buttoned 
them shut.  

I could only imagine how I must look, not to mention smell.  While none 
of the guys would notice, it wouldn't surprise me if the women, 
especially Nadine, caught a whiff of the musky scent that I was carrying 
after being freshly fucked.  My purse was upstairs and his work shop 
obviously didn't have any toiletries.  Heck, it didn't even have a mirror 
so I just did the best I could with my hair and straightened myself out.

After waiting for what seemed to be an appropriate period, I turned off 
the light and emerged silently from the room.  The kids were immersed in 
their games so I headed straight for the stairs.  If anyone even noticed 
me, they didn't make any indication of it.  Back in the kitchen, Nadine 
saw me enter and called to me from across the table.

"Hey Kelly, where you been?"

It was more an innocent question than an accusation so I told her I'd 
been down with the kids and she just nodded.  After all, wasn't that my 
role in all this?  It's not like I was invited to fuck her husband, at 
least I'm sure that wasn't her intention.  Having met her hostess's 
obligation to pay attention to me, she turned back to the other women and 
whatever they were discussing.

I couldn't help but stand there for a moment and look at her.  She really 
was a great looking woman for her age which made it the more special for 
me to know her husband had just cheated on her to have me.  Some guys 
showed me pictures of their wives who had gained tons of weight since 
marriage or otherwise just let themselves go and I could understand why 
they might give in finally and want to fuck a girl like me.

Actually, the number one rationalization men gave me when they cheat is 
that their wife has lost interest in sex and so they need an outlet.  
Frankly, in most of those cases I couldn't help but look at the guy and 
sympathize with the wife.  No wonder she had lost interest!  Letting him 
do me once for the experience and notch on my belt was one thing; but in 
many cases I couldn't imagine what it must be like to be married to the 
slob and have him constantly groping me after drinking a case of beer and 
eating two bags of chips while he watched the football game.

With Nadine, neither scenario seemed to fit.  Both Ed and Nadine had kept 
themselves in great shape so it wasn't like either of them was repulsed 
by the other.  In fact, Ed had even admitted they had sex often and he 
enjoyed it.  Looking at Nadine one last time, I couldn't help but smile 
to myself as I felt a glow in me as more than a little pride and self-
confidence built up in me.  To think Ed had risked it all, this wonderful 
home, a beautiful and sexy wife, two great kids, just for one quick 
opportunity to fuck me.

Well, on that note, all I can say is that if anyone still doesn't 
understand why I love fucking married men, I give up trying to explain!

THE END