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It took about 20 minutes to discover some websites that she knew she shouldn’t look at. She knew she shouldn’t but her eyes were wide open and absorbing the exploits on the monitor. Sexual exploits. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t look away, she wouldn’t look away as she watched men and women acting and doing things she had only heard rumors of. At first, her browsing involved straight sex. Meeting, seduction, orgasms, and satisfaction. She got mildly turned on, her loins tickled. She and her husband still had sex, but as she watched she realized that they had grown too tranquil in bed. He got it up maybe once every ten days, she had orgasms even fewer than that.
That first night, after viewing the porn, she slid into bed, put her hands between her legs, and brought herself to peak. She was self-conscience as hell, but her climax was stronger than any she’d had in several years. She drifted to sleep with sex teasing her mind. Not sex with her husband, her thoughts didn’t have a face.
The next day even as she stayed busy, her mind kept straying. She was slightly embarrassed at what she had done the night before, but salacious thoughts kept slipping into her mind. She had to get out of the house, her solitude was causing her to remember what she had seen and done the night before. She went to Marcelo’s Little Italy for pasta and wine. After a slow enjoyable meal, she went to see a movie she had heard about, wanted to see. Being alone didn’t bother her, she’d gone out single many times, to take a break from her family for a few hours, it was something she’d been doing for years. Her husband and daughter were used to her habits and did not discourage her occasional need to be solo.
Relaxed and completely comfortable with herself she returned to the house about 8 PM. It took just minutes to be seated in front of the monitor, lured to the websites discovered the night before. She moved quickly past straight intimacies and seduction. She found toys. She had never experienced a toy, a vibrator, or dildo; she had heard of them, but never found the nerve or desire to try something artificial. Her husband’s manhood was the only object she ever had put in her, his and only his. Her thoughts crystallized on that; he was the only man to ever (fuck) her; Wow! Did she actually think that word?
For the first time in her life, she wondered if she might have missed some opportunities with other men. What would it be like? Would sex with someone else be different, feel different? She was surprised, and a little shaken when her stomach thrilled as she thought of another man, another erection, slipping into her. For the next three hours, X-rated viewing took her time. When she finally went to bed she wore no nightgown, she wanted to feel the cool sheets on her nudity, she wanted to be able to massage and caress herself with freedom. She had three successively stronger orgasms in the next 20 minutes.
On the third night of her solidarity, she was no longer reluctant to visit online pornography. She wanted to fulfill her fantasies but as she sat and surfed, as she moved from site to site, she realized she didn’t know how to experience another man, or what her fantasies were. She scanned the menus on the sides of the home pages, there were dozens of acts or actions to choose from. She clicked on Cuckholding. For the rest of the evening, she roamed freely through a widening variety of sexual activity, variety. She watched videos and projected herself on the monitor; that night she seduced her husband’s best friend while he slept beside them, a stranger fingered her to cum in a theater, and she got laid in the back of her car after a few drinks at a bar. By the time she went to sleep, she had mentally cheated on her husband five times and didn’t feel guilty. She felt refreshed.
She went out the next day and as she walked, she was looking at the men. For the first time in her life, she was looking at sex partners, not just other people. Look at that bulge, would he be good? He has broad shoulders, what would his cock look like? He has nice eyes; I could stare into them if he were over me. On and on throughout the day she envisioned the men around her. Envisioned them nude and lying with her. Her body was tense, her pussy wet and warm, she would have to change panties as soon as she got home.
What the hell was going with her, why was she so damn restless!? On the way home from a shopping sprint, she drove past an Adult store. She’d driven past it many times but never paid it attention. Two blocks past the store she slowed then stopped. She sat for five minutes before making a U-turn, back to the store. She sat even longer in the car, building courage. There were two assistances at the counter, one male, the other a woman. She approached the woman and haltingly told her she was, ‘just browsing’, in return she got a knowing smile and a nod of approval.
She stood before the toy section, it amazed her that there were so many different sex toys. The variety of size, shape, color, and function stunned her prudent senses, she got embarrassed just standing near them. She turned to run from the store but the woman was standing by, “You seem to be a bit hesitant, not sure what might be enjoyable, may I offer some suggestions?” It took several minutes of subdued questions and answers before the clerk confirmed what she already knew, this was the woman’s first time, her initial foray into eroticism without her husband.
She was shown a ***********ion of dildos and vibrators that offered satisfaction without guilt. She ***********ed a modestly sized dildo, penis-shaped, black. In place of a scrotum, it had a small protuberance, something she paid no heed to when she ***********ed it, she blushed as she held it, but was determined. The store assistant also suggested a small vibrator to complete her purchases.
As she moved around the counters and looked at the great diversity of intimate instruments and hardware, two other devices caught her attention, caused her stomach to roil, but she kept the feeling to herself, it was too perverse. The third item she bought was a video, a DVD that was advertised to enlighten the viewer on several aspects of sexual freedom. Thus prepared, she drove away with growing anticipation for the evening alone. A quick stop at the Spirit Shop, and she added a bottle of her favorite wine to her new purchases.
The wine was half gone, the DVD finished. She had never seen or thought of some of what she saw. She went to bed naked and fully aroused. Her body was vibrating with sexual tension, she was ready to employ her new purchases. Unsure of what she wanted she mentally flipped a coin which caused her to pick out the vibrator first. Battery operated, it rested in her fingers lightly. She turned the knob at the end and it began to hum, tickling her fingers. She laid back, opened her legs then for the first time in her life, let something besides her husband’s hands touch her body. It was a sharp electrical shock, she jerked it away, embarrassed at the shiver of thrills that raced through her loins. But it was a momentary hesitation, she pressed the object to the inside of her thigh then stopped all movement to feel just it, buzzing on her skin. She moved it up a couple of inches, then back toward her knee. She pulled it up, closer to the top of her leg, and kept it there, the sensations were much stronger there than lower. Her hips shivered, her butt rolled slightly and she moved the vibrator to where it belonged.
When she put the end of it against the lips of her body, she finally accepted that she could do this and not be ashamed or restrained by modesty. It felt good. The wine had loosened her mind, she quickly began to think again of another man. While the toy in her hand caused her increasingly erotic feelings, the ideas in her head were becoming more and more intense. She was fucking someone, again he had no face but she knew for sure it wasn’t her husband. His erection was long and strong, he thrust against her and pulled it from her slowly. Her faceless lover handled her, twisted her, seduced her, and fucked her in ways her husband had never. It took only ten minutes of cheating with him to reach a new peak of rapture. Her fantasy wrapped his hands under her ass and lifted her off the bed. As she arched and called out her ecstasy, he filled her with a series of seizures that she felt from her toes to her heart. When he was done, she collapsed relaxed on the bed.
She opened her eyes and knew she was alone, but the afterglow of her orgasm lingered she drifted to sleep, satisfied without shame, trying to imagine what her lover looked like.
He came home the next day, her man. The reunion was warm but not passionate. He kissed her, held her, and stroked her butt. He told her he missed her, but she was in the mood for a demonstration of how he missed her, not just words. She was horny, she made a pass at him. She led him to their room, made him stand as she disrobed him then took him to bed. He mounted her; he fucked her but did not make love to her. As he left her arms, she was even more frustrated, she needed to have wild, passionate sex, but he was sated, he left her nude on the bed to get a beer.
That night after he went to sleep, she slipped out of bed, went to the computer to watch more fantasies. She watched men performing cunnilingus on women which caused her stomach to roil with sensual tension. After a half-hour or so of seeing women climaxing, she went to her room, retrieved her newly purchased dildo, and returned to the monitor. Her husband hadn’t relieved the pressure so she would use the dildo to take care of her problem. She ***********ed a video, a compilation of men ejaculating in women then leaned back on her chair, opened her legs, and inserted her new purchase. As her eyes absorbed the erotic scenes on the monitor, her body absorbed the sensations of the large pliable prick plunging into her body. It was almost accidental that she found out what the extra knob on the toy was for. When she plunged the fake erection deep the smaller bulb pressed against her anus. Her ass puckered and she peaked swiftly; she was satisfied physically, but not emotionally. She wanted to feel the lingering afterglow of sex while lying in the arms of a lover. Back in her bed, she cuddled against her man, but sensual serenity was absent.
For two more months, she dallied in front of the computer with her sex toy after her family was asleep. She was cautious, especially when her daughter was in the house, so her sexploits occurred well after bedtime. In that two months and she had many more orgasms, but just one was with him. He was called to company HQ in a city far from home. He would leave on Sunday, return the next Friday. All of the workweek he would be gone. When he told her of the trip, she experienced a most unexpected reaction. Her pussy warmed, her stomach quivered. It was a pure sexual response to the thought of being alone for six nights. Immediately she began to think of a reason to have her daughter out of the house too.
The answer was easy, the girl was on summer break from school, she could accompany her father on the business trip. The trip could be extended to a full week so her family could enjoy the attractions of the big city after the business meetings were concluded. She suggested, he agreed, and the girl was delighted. The woman was overjoyed at the prospect of being alone with her imaginary lovers for more than a few furtive hours in the week.
The first night she indulged herself with a good seafood dinner and a movie, Fifty Shades of Gray. As she left the theater, she was feeling the imperative of nature, she was horny, and in a hurry to get home. The traffic light went from green to yellow, she braked hard to stop. The car behind her stopped quickly too, but not quick enough, it bumped hers lightly. She got out to inspect her car, he stepped up to examine the damage too. A very minor scratch, it could have been made by a shopping cart, not worthy of reporting. He apologized profusely, offered a cash settlement, but she declined it as not necessary.
He was adamant he needed to make amends, so offered her a nightcap if that would settle the matter. She looked into his earnest gray eyes, her heart slammed against her ribs and she accepted the offer. They moved the cars to parking spaces on the side of the street then walked to a lounge that was conveniently near, The Quiet Time. He held the door and just before she entered, she offered her name. He nodded his head and replied with his own. First names only, neither divulged their family names. Her mind was a confusion of shyness, boldness, trepidation, and yearning. She had not been alone with a man other than her husband since High School. She began to shake with nerves when she realized she was experiencing one of her fantasies, a real live version of her recent secret life.
He ordered a cocktail, she chose wine. They talked, they smiled, they got better acquainted. The longer she sat in his company, the less tumultuous her feelings, she was warming to him in ways that felt pleasant. Two hours. They had three drinks in two hours, they got familiar enough to laugh and talk with a comfortable familiarity. It was he who broke the reverie, he had to leave for home. They walked to the cars, then when the time came to part, she was engulfed by an intense yearning. She reached for his left arm then urged him to the back of the lot, then put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. A long, sensual kiss. He put his hand on her hips and pulled her closer, she felt the effect she had on him. She stepped away then lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to her ankles and kicked free. He opened his fly as she turned and leaned over the trunk of a car. Just moments after their kiss he pressed into her until his balls caressed her skin. She shivered with a strong sexual thrill that negated the shock of what she was doing. He was a stranger; he was a one-name face and she just bent at the waist and invited him to (fuck!) her.
They coupled for less than seven minutes but it was enough. She felt the orgasm growing in her loins as lust and desire quickly became sexual demand. The climax stretched across her nerve endings then exploded, sending shards of fire to every nerve in her body. She called out, she quivered with rapture and collapsed to her stomach on the car. He withdrew and she knew he had finished too. She stood, kissed him on the cheek then without words, hurried away to her car, her panties were forgotten on the ground.
What the hell had she done!? She cheated on her husband!
She had just had sex with only the second man ever and, she cringed to think; she enjoyed it! She Fucking Enjoyed it! She was awash with conflicting feelings and emotions; she still felt how her instant lover took her with as much ardor as she felt. He made her tingle from clit to nipples, but her married conscience cringed in shame. As the minutes slipped by, the iniquity of what she had done faded to a never before felt sensation of decadent pleasure. She spent the rest of the night on her bed remembering. Remembering and using her artificial man to relive the moment of her explosive climax. When she woke the next morning, she found a stain on the sheet, his discharge, a reminder of her unleased passion. She kissed the spot before she pulled the sheet off.
She was on the prowl again. She didn’t allow herself to think she was, she tried to convince herself she only wanted some time from the empty house. After a microwave dinner, she made up, dressed a little better than usual, then left her home for a destination unknown. It wasn’t until she was in the car that she realized she wouldn’t mind meeting the man friend from the night before.
She returned to the lounge from the previous night. Before she left the car, she checked her lip gloss in the mirror, adjusted her bra so her breasts stood nicely, and admired her thighs under the short skirt. Her heart started a quicker beat as she hoped her looks would attract attention. She entered the bar and ***********ed a seat near the bartender, she didn’t want to sit alone in a booth or at a table. Her second Margarita was half-finished when he entered then sat on the stool next to her. She glanced across the small space and was mildly disappointed it wasn’t her one-night stand. He nodded to her, she to him then they withdrew to self-imposed isolation.
Fifteen minutes later her glass was empty and she stood then gathered her bar change to put it in her purse. The man next to her put a hand on her arm and offered to buy her another drink. She peeked at his hand; he wore a band. She hesitated only slightly then shifted to sit on the stool again and accepted his offer with a smile and a nod of understanding. With both their drinks refreshed, she suggested they move to a booth. Moments later they sat opposite each other, beginning a conversation over fresh cocktails. Neither he nor she was interested in personal histories, not at the moment, they were more involved in verbal exploring, how far could the evening go, what was the intent of the other?
After she finished her fourth, stiff margarita she wondered if he had any motivation besides conversation. She again made ready to leave, she would test his patience. He stopped her with a hand on hers, “Would you take a room with me for a couple of hours?”
It was the invitation she’d been waiting for, she didn’t cringe or flee, “You have to bring me back for my car.” She was feeling frisky, her companion was a total stranger, just as before, and that newness was causing her nerves to vibrate. She anticipated him, she wanted him, she would let him do anything he wanted to with her.
The motel door closed, he grabbed her and threw her across the bed then straddled her stomach. She was startled at first but when his hands went to her breasts with less roughness, she reacted by grabbing his shirt and pulling it apart, buttons flew. He pulled the ruined shirt off his arms while she put her hands to his belt and worked to open his pants. Her blouse and bra were pushed up to expose her tits, he bent and bit her left nipple. The pain of his teeth didn’t stress her, it caused her to shiver with a sexual thrill. She slapped the side of his head in mock anger, he squeezed her tit then fell flat on her. He reached between them and worked to reach her panties under the short skirt. He got a hand on the briefs and then ripped them apart at the crotch. She groaned with another erotic shock. She put her hands on his pants and pushed them down until his erection was exposed then squeezed his ass cheeks, digging deep into his skin with her nails. Seconds later his erection split her thighs then thrust into her cunt in one swift stroke, they were only half nude while they fucked. She was loose from the alcohol, and overwhelmed by the swiftness of her lust, and her husband had never taken her so aggressively. It was almost rape and she savored the sensation of this man taking her so forcefully. He wasn’t mean or vicious, he was horny. He pushed up until only his hard muscle connected them then growled at her just as he slammed her hard enough to move her up the bed. He was cuming, she felt it, she wanted it, she craved it. Her stomach began to cramp, her legs started vibrating and she sang a song of vowels as she climaxed repeatedly. It had been just nineteen minutes since the motel door clicked shut.
She came from the bathroom, having stripped nude and cleaned his mess from her legs, “Do you have a name or I just call you Hey You?”
“Trade you, name for name.”
“Janis.”
“Robb.”
“I can’t stay long; I’m expecting a call later.”
“From your husband?”
“And my daughter,” she rolled to her stomach and cradled a pillow. He sat up next to her and studied her legs, butt, and back. She closed her eyes in a moment of calm satisfaction. He slapped her on the right butt cheek, “Ow! What the hell was that!?”
“A slap on the ass, just like this one.” He hit her again on the left side, it stung and her cheeks clenched.
“Stop that!” He straddled her legs; her butt was the target for his eyes and his hands. He kneaded the globes for a moment then spanked her again, two swats, one for each side. Her butt quivered, she ground her pelvis into the mattress. She held her breath, not because of what he was doing, but because what he was doing was stimulating. She heard herself moan and as he spanked, her a vision came into her mind. She had watched videos of spanking and got mildly turned on when she saw the women’s asses turn pink, then red. She felt his handprint on her skin and shivered with another sensual shiver.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You cheated on your husband, don’t you think you should be punished?”
“Mmm, uh, yes. Oh yes.” He swatted her on the upper thigh, she arched off the bed. Her ass was turning red, she could feel the heat of passion building. He laid full down on her back, put his lips on her neck then nipped her with his teeth while caressing her aching backside. She felt too warm, her pussy was wet, her heart was tumbling in her chest, “I cheated twice, make it hurt.” He slid down her body and put his mouth on her ass and bit her hard enough to leave teeth marks. She called out the erotic pain then he nipped her once more. He went to his knees between her legs, pulled her hips up then impaled her asshole with his long throbbing erection. Pain mixed with the electrifying sensation of his cock in her ass; her nerves danced with conflicting, but wildly sensational feelings. Her orgasm swelled like a summer storm, then burst, sending bolts of sexual lightning and thunder through her body. She called out, she cried sharply each time she crested on the waves of her orgasm.
She was face down on the bed, panting for cool air, the sweat on her body shined in the dim motel room light. In her entire life, she had never been fucked like that. Her ass was sore, her blouse a rag, and her conscience was testing her again, should she feel (elation? sated? regret? shame?). She felt between her legs and pulled them back, her fingers covered with evidence. She studied the semen, she sniffed the semen, then she licked her fingers clean and decided she felt neither regret nor shame. They fucked one more time, a gentle coupling, he being careful not to irritate her sore bottom. They made out, clutched, caressed, murmured, and seduced each other for a half-hour before consummating the third act.
Later as they clicked the door closed on the motel room, she had never in her life felt so content, so satisfied. He pulled up to her car, she leaned to him and said, “Goodnight Robb.” He kissed her softly, “Goodnight Janis, will I see you again?”
“Not soon, they will be home tomorrow, but one day you might find me on the stool in the lounge again.”
“I look forward to it.” So did she.
She loved her husband, she adored her daughter, she enjoyed her family life; as long as they were home. It was when she could find a reason to be alone that she slipped. when her honor and love for family and marriage became less dominant. She had for years taken occasional nights alone from her home, her husband and girl were used to her desire for a few hours of solitude once in a while. She continued the practice of leaving but anymore her departure was preceded by little white lies, “I’m going to see a movie; I’ll have dinner after.” Once in a while she would, “Go see Mae,” or, “Listen to Audiobooks in the Library.” Four nights she sat on the stool in the Quiet Time, waiting. He did not appear. She began to think he was truly a one-night-stand but on the fifth visit to the lounge, she saw him sitting on the stool, next to ‘her’ stool. The bartender recognized her and mixed her a margarita, it was on the bar top when she sat.
Her heart was thudding heavily, her stomach a tornado of nervous excitement. He was there. Robb. He smiled a welcome, she returned it with her own. He nodded to a booth; without words, they moved to sit together. They got slowly reacquainted with ‘how have you been’ and ‘it’s nice to see you’. As they silently explored their feelings and yearnings, neither stated the obvious, that they had sought each other out. Two drinks after meeting he suggested they leave; she did not decline. In silent agreement and with gentle smiles, they left together, and with mutual accord went to his car. When he opened the door, she started the next intimate phase of the evening by putting her lips on his briefly, saying, “I have to be home by 11.”
Since they had only hoped to meet, not planned on it, he went to the office to get a room while she waited. She watched him through the window and when he paid with cash a strong thrill washed through her. She was about to have another illicit affair. She took a deep calming breath and shook her head to quell the disquiet caused by the image of her husband sitting in front of the TV, unaware of what she was doing. She checked her watch, 7:20, they had just three hours. The door shut softly, he pulled her to him and sought her lips with his.
They necked as the fresh new lovers they were, hot and heavy, tongues engaged, hands roaming. Desire for the other had been simmering for weeks, and as they clutched and felt, that desire was beginning to boil. She was getting so warm she needed to shed her clothing, to feel the cool air in the room. They stepped apart then with eyes locked the two began to pull off clothing. In seconds he and she were nude and devouring each other with eyes and desire. She backed up to the bed, fell back, and opened up for him, he leaned over her then with no more delay, impaled her with his swollen manhood. She swooned, he moaned, then they began to destroy the bed. He couldn’t keep up with her, he couldn’t delay the end. He climaxed deep while calling, “Oh my god Janis, Oh!”
She smiled up at him, exhilarated by the rush of semen into her body she encouraged quietly, “It’s okay Robb, take me, I want you to.” She was not at all disappointed or upset that he had cum so quickly, she was pleased that he found her so hot, so sexy he could not hold back his desire.
Their groundwork fuck was done, they lay face to face; he stroked her cheek and neck while recovering from the intense beginning of the evening. She reached between them and encircled his cock with her fingers and pulled on it intimately while they talked. The conversation quickly turned to why she was there, why he was there.
It was Janis who first voiced aloud her frustration with her husband, that their passion had become too occasional, too tepid, she craved excitement. Yes, she loved him but they no longer had the passion of young lovers, she missed that. He replied in much the same manner, for the same reasons. While his marriage was solid, and comfortable, some aspects of it were becoming flat; the mountains of lust and desire they climbed and experienced early had eroded in intensity, faded to infrequent encounters. The pair in the motel room agreed that they longed to recapture the early sensations, the lust for sex and intimate companionship that had waned over the years.
They would do it together. -->
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