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These are extracts from the story of the first married lady that I had a fling with. A very well to do lady whose husband travelled round the world on business. I was 35 at the time, and hadn't been married long. She was older than me and had a family. I'll call her Lucy.
extract 1
Many girls swear when they fuck, but usually it comes out in sentences or commands, such as “Fuck me you bastard” or “Ram that cock in my cunt” or similar, but Lucy’s orgasmic swearing was completely incoherent. It was as if I’d asked her to list all the swearwords she knew and against the clock. It went, “Fuck, cunt, bastard, cock, twat,” or something like that, and all in a really deep voice! It was a bit like a clip from The Exorcist! I was to find out later that she did that every time. I’ve never known a girl do that before or since and it was quite amusing!
extract 2
We carried on meeting each other on lunchtimes after she’d finished work. The meetings would follow a similar pattern. We’d have a couple of drinks in a pub, a chat and maybe a sandwich. Then we’d go somewhere to fuck. We both loved the sex. We were good together. But one lunchtime when we met Lucy seemed to be pre-occupied with something. As we ate our sandwiches she started a conversation with me, but the conversation was very one-way. It was like she was talking to herself, and seemed liked she’d been rehearsing all her words. It went something like this.
“We’re not really in love, are we? We just like the sex. Yes, that’s it, it’s just fun. We don’t need to get emotionally involved at all. We can just enjoy each other’s bodies and get on with our lives. That way nobody needs to get hurt.”
Lucy sounded like someone trying to convince herself of something that she didn’t actually believe. I didn’t reply. She didn’t want me to. She was dictating the terms of our involvement, but I thought she was in denial of her true feelings.
extract 3
My motivation for having this affair was attraction and lust, and also I was getting a buzz from the secrecy and the fact that I was doing another man’s wife. Her motivation was a bit of a mystery to me. Yes, her husband was away a lot so she might have been lonely, but I don’t think that was it. And she clearly found me attractive, but that wasn’t it either. She’d told me that she’d had 2 affairs in the past. The first one got twitchy about being with a married woman and called it off. The second was with her husband’s friend, and being too close to home she got found out. When her husband confronted his friend about it he said, “If it hadn’t been me it would have been somebody else,” which Lucy wasn’t very happy about. But the more I got to know l her the more I thought that he may be right!
It wasn’t until we did it at her house that I started to get an inkling of what her motivation might be. She lived in a quiet cul-de-sac where all the neighbours could see who was coming to each other’s houses, so I hatched out a plan so I could visit. I suggested that no-one would suspect a daytime caller in a suit carrying a briefcase. She could always say it was an insurance salesman. She went for the idea and we arranged it for another day when I finished nights. At work I changed into a suit and overcoat instead of my normal clothes. I drove round to her location but parked on the main road so none of the neighbours would see my car, or see how long it was there!
The plan worked a treat. I arrived at her house looking for all the world like someone on a business call. I rang the bell and Lucy answered. She was already in the mood. Dressed in a negligee and a lacy dressing gown, she had a glass of sherry in her hand to boost her courage, and her demeanour suggested that it wasn’t the first she’d consumed! She offered me a drink as well, and although it was only half past nine in the morning, I partook of a glass of red.
Lucy showed me round her beautiful house. There were lots of pictures of her with her husband and family. They all looked very contented so I guessed that an unhappy marriage wasn’t the reason she had affairs. I hid pictures of me and my wife when Lucy came to my house in case it offended her so Lucy’s attitude was completely different. Also, she’d made it quite clear in conversations we’d previously had that she was keen not to jeopardise her marriage so she wasn’t having affairs to find somebody else. So what was it?
We soon ended up in her bedroom. Lucy had once told me that she’d always desired to be unfaithful in her marital bed, something she hadn’t done with her previous lovers, which is why I’d suggested me going round there. I found this a strange fantasy. I’d been a bit squeamish about doing it with her in my bed. It seemed like a betrayal too far. Once in the bedroom, Lucy dropped into a role-play mode, pretending that I really was an insurance salesman, and she a frustrated housewife trying to get a reduction on her premium. I went along with this bit of fun for a while, and she sucked my cock while I was still dressed in my suit!
We soon got down to the real business though and she undressed me. Even in the bedroom she hadn’t removed any of the photos of her and her husband which initially I felt quite unnerving. But I was feeling horny so I thought, “If she can do it looking at his pictures, why should I worry!” Then she made her first strange request.
“Do you mind if I video us? I won’t show your face if you don’t want.”
I wasn’t too sure about this. What did she want a video for? From comments she’d made before I was pretty sure that her husband wasn’t a bloke that would like to see his wife getting shagged. But I went along with it anyway.
True to her word, she didn’t point the camera at my face. She had it on a tripod for a while as she clearly recorded herself sucking my cock, and as she sucked me her husband’s photo had been in the background!. And later she held the camera in her hand as she filmed my cock going into her cunt. She wasn’t trying to hide her surroundings either; she took a wide shot of her riding me on the bed
After Lucy was satisfied that she had enough footage, Lucy turned the camera off. She then made her second strange request while I was fucking her doggy style. I’d started to probe her backside with my thumb, and she suggested, “Would you like to put your cock in there?”
Now I hadn’t done much anal. My cock is thick and when I’ve tried it before it’s been too painful for the girl. It’s slipped in a couple of times by accident though which normally makes a girl squeal.
“Where?” I asked, making sure if that’s what she meant.
“In my bottie!” she replied. “I’ve never tried that. Always wanted to though.”
“Doesn’t your husband do it?”
“No. We never tried when we were young. And now I daren’t ask in case he wonders where I got the idea from!”
I looked at her tight, virginal sphincter. And at my thick stump. “I don’t think it will fit!”
“Try it,” she commanded.
So I took my cock out of her cunt, and, lubricated by her juices, attempted to push it into her arsehole. I couldn’t get it in. “Push a bit harder,” she requested, strain in her voice from the pain I was causing!
I tried but it was too dry. It wouldn’t slip in. “Wait a minute,” she said. “I’ve got an idea.”
Lucy reached across to the bedside drawer, opened it to reveal a vibrator and a tube of KY gel. She passed me the gel. “Try a bit of that on it.”
I squeezed a liberal amount of gel into my palm, and stroked it up and down my cock to coat the shaft completely. Then I popped a blob of it onto her crack just above her arsehole, easing it inside with my thumb. Taking my cock in my slippery right hand, I forced the head into the tight orifice. She let out a little yelp as the head penetrated the external ring. “Are you ok?” I enquired, aware that I might be hurting her. “I’m fine, keep going,” she came back with, prepared to take what was coming.
I pushed forward a little further, inserting the thicker part of the shaft into her, stretching her more. She moaned again, but this time I didn’t bother to find out how she was. I was now inside, and I started the back and forward thrusts needed to lubricate her, each thrust going a little bit deeper. She was tight. Really tight. I had to push hard to get each extra inch into her. But eventually the gel did its job and I was able to get my whole length into her.
I started to thrust in and out of her, not too fast though, I could tell it was painful for her. Despite her pain, she made an effort to join in, backing on to me and she started to frig herself as she had her arse fucked. I fancied watching her do this, so I suggested that she turned over.
Lucy flipped over onto her back, and I put a pillow under her backside to improve the angle of attack. Using some more gel, I entered her arse again. This time it didn’t seem as tight, and in a short time I was fully into her. I pushed her ankles back over her head and fucked her arsehole with long, slow strokes. She frigged herself again. I think she wanted to come. So did I. And she knew it!
“Fuck my arse, come in me,” she pleaded. That avoided me having to ask if it was ok. I pushed in harder and a bit faster. I think it hurt her but I was too far along to care. I exploded and pumped my load into her. It felt good that I didn’t have to withdraw this time. She came too just after me. The deep voice added the words “arse” and “bugger” to the usual expletives, which was wholly appropriate!
After a short while I carefully withdrew from her to avoid any further discomfort. I came and lay beside her as we recovered. “Well, I’ve done it now!” she said, speaking first, referring to her first anal. “You certainly have,” I came back with. As we laid there the spunk leaked out of her arsehole onto the pillowcase and bedsheets. “What a mess you’ve made of my bed,” she chuckled. She clearly didn’t mind. In fact, I think that’s exactly what she wanted to happen! She told me later that she didn’t change the sheets for a week, so she could smell me, and she put the pillowcase on one side and it didn’t get washed until just before her husband was due home! Dirty bitch!
Lucy had to be at work by one so we sorted ourselves out and I left. On the way home, I thought about her letting me fuck her arse, or in fact insisting that I do it, something her husband had never done. I also recalled that she’d told me that she wouldn’t let her husband come in her mouth, whereas by now she’d swallowed my spunk on several occasions. Once at home, after reflecting the morning’s activities, I started to analyse what had happened and in particular take another look at Lucy’s motivation for being with me and having affairs in general. It was clear from the photos in her home that she didn’t dislike her husband, In fact, it appeared that she loved him. So why would she be a serial cheat?
Suddenly it came to me. The affairs were a power thing. Her husband had a high salary job travelling around the world to progress his career, whereas Lucy, a bright and talented lady, had foregone a career to play the role of the little wifey ay home, looking after the house and bringing up the k**s. She’d even taken on a boring clerical job to give her a bit of independence. I doubt whether she needed the money it paid. So in her mind the affairs brought her some element of equality in what she saw as a very unequal marriage!
So next time hubby was at a dinner party bragging to their friends about his life and how it wouldn’t all be possible without his wife’s support, Lucy could smile to herself thinking of what she’d been up to while he’d been away! And when he came home expecting his conjugal rights from his obedient little wife, she could think of the guy who’s been filling her cunt in the meantime! Next time she sucked his cock, she could think of the spunk she’s swallowed from her lover. Next time he sucked her tits, she could think that he wouldn’t want to do that if he’d seen all the spunk that I’d rubbed into them, and next time he was doing her doggy style and looking at her pretty bottom, he wouldn’t know that the tight little rosebud had been stretched wide open by her lover’s cock and filled up with his spunk!
So although she loved her husband, these thoughts of hers gave her the self-satisfaction of knowing that however accomplished he was in his career, she would always have one over on him in their sexual relationship. And the fact that she let her lovers go further than she ever let her husband go gave her the edge!
This realisation of Lucy’s position with regard to her affairs gave me a better understanding of my relationship with her. I’d already worked out that she didn’t want to leave her husband, and with her being about ten years older than me (I never did actually ask her age) and already having c***dren, whereas I hadn’t even started a family by then, it was unlikely that we would be a long term thing even if she did leave him. But now I knew that the blokes that Lucy had affairs with, including me, weren’t that important to her. They were just there to even things up with hubby! Her husband’s friend’s analysis was probably right!
This didn’t mean it was all over with me and Lucy. It just meant that I could forget the emotional stuff and get on with the fun! Her husband came home just after Easter for a while, so I didn’t see her until the summer. She’d changed her car, and she was much more relaxed in her new one as it wasn’t as distinctive hence less easy to spot. We arranged to meet one sunny day, and she turned up with strawberries and champagne with a plan for a picnic in the country. She was wearing a long front buttoned frock and sandals. “Ask me what I’ve got on underneath,” she said, so I did. “Nothing, “she replied! We had lovely sex that day in the open air.
We saw each other a few more times over the summer, sometimes at my house, and sometimes outdoors. We never went to her house again. Her k**s were on holiday so we couldn’t. Besides, she’d done her fantasy about having a lover in the bed she shared with her husband. Her desire to do this completely tied in with her attitude to her affairs. The desecration of the sacred shrine of the marital bed chamber was the ultimate symbol of one-upmanship to her. She’d even got the video evidence to reassure her, and the taking of her anal virginity and the mess on the sheets were the icing on the cake!
It was one of the outdoor jaunts that summer that brought our affair to a close. Lucy was again clothed in a summer frock with no underwear. I’d been sucking on those perfect cowhorn tits for the last time while she was leaning against a fence on a secluded country path. We both wanted to fuck so I put a condom on because she was right in the middle of her fertile stage. We started of in a knee-trembler position but then I put my arms under her knees and lifted her off the ground as she leaned back on the fence in the sunshine. I fucked Lucy hard and deep and soon we were both close to coming. I came first, but kept thrusting anxious to bring Lucy to orgasm before my erection subsided. She began to orgasm so I gave it one last effort to push her over the edge. I heard the now familiar profanity and for her benefit I tried to stay in her a bit longer, but I felt my cock softening and knew I had to withdraw.
I lowered Lucy back to the ground, and put my hand down to remove the condom from my cock, only to discover that it wasn’t there. I looked down to see where it had gone, but it was nowhere to be seen. Horrified, I realised that it had come off inside her! I let Lucy know what had happened, and we desperately tried to get it out without spilling any spunk, but it was deep inside her and there was no way of knowing if any had leaked into her.
Lucy got the morning after pill to be on the safe side, but it wasn’t a nice experience for her having to admit to her family doctor that she needed it, as he would have known that her husband shot blanks. We met once again, but only to say goodbye. The risks were too great. So my first encounter with a married lady was over, but having broken my code, it would prove not to be my last!
extract 1
Many girls swear when they fuck, but usually it comes out in sentences or commands, such as “Fuck me you bastard” or “Ram that cock in my cunt” or similar, but Lucy’s orgasmic swearing was completely incoherent. It was as if I’d asked her to list all the swearwords she knew and against the clock. It went, “Fuck, cunt, bastard, cock, twat,” or something like that, and all in a really deep voice! It was a bit like a clip from The Exorcist! I was to find out later that she did that every time. I’ve never known a girl do that before or since and it was quite amusing!
extract 2
We carried on meeting each other on lunchtimes after she’d finished work. The meetings would follow a similar pattern. We’d have a couple of drinks in a pub, a chat and maybe a sandwich. Then we’d go somewhere to fuck. We both loved the sex. We were good together. But one lunchtime when we met Lucy seemed to be pre-occupied with something. As we ate our sandwiches she started a conversation with me, but the conversation was very one-way. It was like she was talking to herself, and seemed liked she’d been rehearsing all her words. It went something like this.
“We’re not really in love, are we? We just like the sex. Yes, that’s it, it’s just fun. We don’t need to get emotionally involved at all. We can just enjoy each other’s bodies and get on with our lives. That way nobody needs to get hurt.”
Lucy sounded like someone trying to convince herself of something that she didn’t actually believe. I didn’t reply. She didn’t want me to. She was dictating the terms of our involvement, but I thought she was in denial of her true feelings.
extract 3
My motivation for having this affair was attraction and lust, and also I was getting a buzz from the secrecy and the fact that I was doing another man’s wife. Her motivation was a bit of a mystery to me. Yes, her husband was away a lot so she might have been lonely, but I don’t think that was it. And she clearly found me attractive, but that wasn’t it either. She’d told me that she’d had 2 affairs in the past. The first one got twitchy about being with a married woman and called it off. The second was with her husband’s friend, and being too close to home she got found out. When her husband confronted his friend about it he said, “If it hadn’t been me it would have been somebody else,” which Lucy wasn’t very happy about. But the more I got to know l her the more I thought that he may be right!
It wasn’t until we did it at her house that I started to get an inkling of what her motivation might be. She lived in a quiet cul-de-sac where all the neighbours could see who was coming to each other’s houses, so I hatched out a plan so I could visit. I suggested that no-one would suspect a daytime caller in a suit carrying a briefcase. She could always say it was an insurance salesman. She went for the idea and we arranged it for another day when I finished nights. At work I changed into a suit and overcoat instead of my normal clothes. I drove round to her location but parked on the main road so none of the neighbours would see my car, or see how long it was there!
The plan worked a treat. I arrived at her house looking for all the world like someone on a business call. I rang the bell and Lucy answered. She was already in the mood. Dressed in a negligee and a lacy dressing gown, she had a glass of sherry in her hand to boost her courage, and her demeanour suggested that it wasn’t the first she’d consumed! She offered me a drink as well, and although it was only half past nine in the morning, I partook of a glass of red.
Lucy showed me round her beautiful house. There were lots of pictures of her with her husband and family. They all looked very contented so I guessed that an unhappy marriage wasn’t the reason she had affairs. I hid pictures of me and my wife when Lucy came to my house in case it offended her so Lucy’s attitude was completely different. Also, she’d made it quite clear in conversations we’d previously had that she was keen not to jeopardise her marriage so she wasn’t having affairs to find somebody else. So what was it?
We soon ended up in her bedroom. Lucy had once told me that she’d always desired to be unfaithful in her marital bed, something she hadn’t done with her previous lovers, which is why I’d suggested me going round there. I found this a strange fantasy. I’d been a bit squeamish about doing it with her in my bed. It seemed like a betrayal too far. Once in the bedroom, Lucy dropped into a role-play mode, pretending that I really was an insurance salesman, and she a frustrated housewife trying to get a reduction on her premium. I went along with this bit of fun for a while, and she sucked my cock while I was still dressed in my suit!
We soon got down to the real business though and she undressed me. Even in the bedroom she hadn’t removed any of the photos of her and her husband which initially I felt quite unnerving. But I was feeling horny so I thought, “If she can do it looking at his pictures, why should I worry!” Then she made her first strange request.
“Do you mind if I video us? I won’t show your face if you don’t want.”
I wasn’t too sure about this. What did she want a video for? From comments she’d made before I was pretty sure that her husband wasn’t a bloke that would like to see his wife getting shagged. But I went along with it anyway.
True to her word, she didn’t point the camera at my face. She had it on a tripod for a while as she clearly recorded herself sucking my cock, and as she sucked me her husband’s photo had been in the background!. And later she held the camera in her hand as she filmed my cock going into her cunt. She wasn’t trying to hide her surroundings either; she took a wide shot of her riding me on the bed
After Lucy was satisfied that she had enough footage, Lucy turned the camera off. She then made her second strange request while I was fucking her doggy style. I’d started to probe her backside with my thumb, and she suggested, “Would you like to put your cock in there?”
Now I hadn’t done much anal. My cock is thick and when I’ve tried it before it’s been too painful for the girl. It’s slipped in a couple of times by accident though which normally makes a girl squeal.
“Where?” I asked, making sure if that’s what she meant.
“In my bottie!” she replied. “I’ve never tried that. Always wanted to though.”
“Doesn’t your husband do it?”
“No. We never tried when we were young. And now I daren’t ask in case he wonders where I got the idea from!”
I looked at her tight, virginal sphincter. And at my thick stump. “I don’t think it will fit!”
“Try it,” she commanded.
So I took my cock out of her cunt, and, lubricated by her juices, attempted to push it into her arsehole. I couldn’t get it in. “Push a bit harder,” she requested, strain in her voice from the pain I was causing!
I tried but it was too dry. It wouldn’t slip in. “Wait a minute,” she said. “I’ve got an idea.”
Lucy reached across to the bedside drawer, opened it to reveal a vibrator and a tube of KY gel. She passed me the gel. “Try a bit of that on it.”
I squeezed a liberal amount of gel into my palm, and stroked it up and down my cock to coat the shaft completely. Then I popped a blob of it onto her crack just above her arsehole, easing it inside with my thumb. Taking my cock in my slippery right hand, I forced the head into the tight orifice. She let out a little yelp as the head penetrated the external ring. “Are you ok?” I enquired, aware that I might be hurting her. “I’m fine, keep going,” she came back with, prepared to take what was coming.
I pushed forward a little further, inserting the thicker part of the shaft into her, stretching her more. She moaned again, but this time I didn’t bother to find out how she was. I was now inside, and I started the back and forward thrusts needed to lubricate her, each thrust going a little bit deeper. She was tight. Really tight. I had to push hard to get each extra inch into her. But eventually the gel did its job and I was able to get my whole length into her.
I started to thrust in and out of her, not too fast though, I could tell it was painful for her. Despite her pain, she made an effort to join in, backing on to me and she started to frig herself as she had her arse fucked. I fancied watching her do this, so I suggested that she turned over.
Lucy flipped over onto her back, and I put a pillow under her backside to improve the angle of attack. Using some more gel, I entered her arse again. This time it didn’t seem as tight, and in a short time I was fully into her. I pushed her ankles back over her head and fucked her arsehole with long, slow strokes. She frigged herself again. I think she wanted to come. So did I. And she knew it!
“Fuck my arse, come in me,” she pleaded. That avoided me having to ask if it was ok. I pushed in harder and a bit faster. I think it hurt her but I was too far along to care. I exploded and pumped my load into her. It felt good that I didn’t have to withdraw this time. She came too just after me. The deep voice added the words “arse” and “bugger” to the usual expletives, which was wholly appropriate!
After a short while I carefully withdrew from her to avoid any further discomfort. I came and lay beside her as we recovered. “Well, I’ve done it now!” she said, speaking first, referring to her first anal. “You certainly have,” I came back with. As we laid there the spunk leaked out of her arsehole onto the pillowcase and bedsheets. “What a mess you’ve made of my bed,” she chuckled. She clearly didn’t mind. In fact, I think that’s exactly what she wanted to happen! She told me later that she didn’t change the sheets for a week, so she could smell me, and she put the pillowcase on one side and it didn’t get washed until just before her husband was due home! Dirty bitch!
Lucy had to be at work by one so we sorted ourselves out and I left. On the way home, I thought about her letting me fuck her arse, or in fact insisting that I do it, something her husband had never done. I also recalled that she’d told me that she wouldn’t let her husband come in her mouth, whereas by now she’d swallowed my spunk on several occasions. Once at home, after reflecting the morning’s activities, I started to analyse what had happened and in particular take another look at Lucy’s motivation for being with me and having affairs in general. It was clear from the photos in her home that she didn’t dislike her husband, In fact, it appeared that she loved him. So why would she be a serial cheat?
Suddenly it came to me. The affairs were a power thing. Her husband had a high salary job travelling around the world to progress his career, whereas Lucy, a bright and talented lady, had foregone a career to play the role of the little wifey ay home, looking after the house and bringing up the k**s. She’d even taken on a boring clerical job to give her a bit of independence. I doubt whether she needed the money it paid. So in her mind the affairs brought her some element of equality in what she saw as a very unequal marriage!
So next time hubby was at a dinner party bragging to their friends about his life and how it wouldn’t all be possible without his wife’s support, Lucy could smile to herself thinking of what she’d been up to while he’d been away! And when he came home expecting his conjugal rights from his obedient little wife, she could think of the guy who’s been filling her cunt in the meantime! Next time she sucked his cock, she could think of the spunk she’s swallowed from her lover. Next time he sucked her tits, she could think that he wouldn’t want to do that if he’d seen all the spunk that I’d rubbed into them, and next time he was doing her doggy style and looking at her pretty bottom, he wouldn’t know that the tight little rosebud had been stretched wide open by her lover’s cock and filled up with his spunk!
So although she loved her husband, these thoughts of hers gave her the self-satisfaction of knowing that however accomplished he was in his career, she would always have one over on him in their sexual relationship. And the fact that she let her lovers go further than she ever let her husband go gave her the edge!
This realisation of Lucy’s position with regard to her affairs gave me a better understanding of my relationship with her. I’d already worked out that she didn’t want to leave her husband, and with her being about ten years older than me (I never did actually ask her age) and already having c***dren, whereas I hadn’t even started a family by then, it was unlikely that we would be a long term thing even if she did leave him. But now I knew that the blokes that Lucy had affairs with, including me, weren’t that important to her. They were just there to even things up with hubby! Her husband’s friend’s analysis was probably right!
This didn’t mean it was all over with me and Lucy. It just meant that I could forget the emotional stuff and get on with the fun! Her husband came home just after Easter for a while, so I didn’t see her until the summer. She’d changed her car, and she was much more relaxed in her new one as it wasn’t as distinctive hence less easy to spot. We arranged to meet one sunny day, and she turned up with strawberries and champagne with a plan for a picnic in the country. She was wearing a long front buttoned frock and sandals. “Ask me what I’ve got on underneath,” she said, so I did. “Nothing, “she replied! We had lovely sex that day in the open air.
We saw each other a few more times over the summer, sometimes at my house, and sometimes outdoors. We never went to her house again. Her k**s were on holiday so we couldn’t. Besides, she’d done her fantasy about having a lover in the bed she shared with her husband. Her desire to do this completely tied in with her attitude to her affairs. The desecration of the sacred shrine of the marital bed chamber was the ultimate symbol of one-upmanship to her. She’d even got the video evidence to reassure her, and the taking of her anal virginity and the mess on the sheets were the icing on the cake!
It was one of the outdoor jaunts that summer that brought our affair to a close. Lucy was again clothed in a summer frock with no underwear. I’d been sucking on those perfect cowhorn tits for the last time while she was leaning against a fence on a secluded country path. We both wanted to fuck so I put a condom on because she was right in the middle of her fertile stage. We started of in a knee-trembler position but then I put my arms under her knees and lifted her off the ground as she leaned back on the fence in the sunshine. I fucked Lucy hard and deep and soon we were both close to coming. I came first, but kept thrusting anxious to bring Lucy to orgasm before my erection subsided. She began to orgasm so I gave it one last effort to push her over the edge. I heard the now familiar profanity and for her benefit I tried to stay in her a bit longer, but I felt my cock softening and knew I had to withdraw.
I lowered Lucy back to the ground, and put my hand down to remove the condom from my cock, only to discover that it wasn’t there. I looked down to see where it had gone, but it was nowhere to be seen. Horrified, I realised that it had come off inside her! I let Lucy know what had happened, and we desperately tried to get it out without spilling any spunk, but it was deep inside her and there was no way of knowing if any had leaked into her.
Lucy got the morning after pill to be on the safe side, but it wasn’t a nice experience for her having to admit to her family doctor that she needed it, as he would have known that her husband shot blanks. We met once again, but only to say goodbye. The risks were too great. So my first encounter with a married lady was over, but having broken my code, it would prove not to be my last!
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