My little Carla was more into it than she let on (fiction)

[will7268]

She was killing me with how nonchalant she was about her sexiness as she continued to get ready. I was as turned on as I could imagine being, while she was toying with me and getting herself ready for work at the same time. I also couldn't get out of my head the fact that she was now playing around with a much bigger cock than mine. I was wondering if she'd be so nonchalant if he were here, alone with her in the bathroom, her just wearing a towel, with his 9 inches getting hard.

I tried to engage her, grabbing her hips, kissing the back of her neck, but she just kept moving. Once she was up and getting ready for the day, sex was not what was on her mind, and today was no different. So I just started my routine and left her alone, trying unsuccessfully to stop thinking about her worshiping another guy's huge cock.

She was ready to leave before I was and she stopped to kiss me goodbye on the way out the door. "Are we okay?" she asked before she left, raising her eyebrows. She didn't sound too worried. She looked fantastic.

"Better than okay," I said.

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my forehead, "good." She said, smiled and just like that she was out the door.

It was a different world now. My wife had gone out into the world, like she did everyday BUT...now I knew she was capable of doing what I had fantasized so many times about. Now I could never again be sure that she wasn't hooking up with another guy. All day long when I was at work, running errands, having lunch, I would know there was a possibility that at that very moment, my wife was licking and sucking another man's dick, or maybe even feeling him slide into her, maybe on her back, or her hands and knees with him pushing up into her, maybe she was cumming, or maybe he was. It felt as if I would never be able to get these images out of my head. "Careful what you ask for...," the words rang through my head.

I had several back-to-back meetings at work and it was impossible to focus on work. I would be replaying what Carla had told me the night before, or imagining what she hadn't told me yet. I was incredibly horny, thinking about how she had cuckolded me so easily and how she seemed to like it, and wondering where it would go from here.

Finally, a little before lunch, I was able to sit down in my office and I saw that Carla had texted me: "did you like my stories last night? you're still thinking about them aren't you? "

Just then, a possibility entered my head: she had made the stories all up. She knew how much it would turn me on, and she was just playing out the fantasy for me, but none of it had really happened. It was all too good, didn't sound like the Carla I knew, and matched up with my fantasies so much, that it had to be all fiction.

I texted her: "I did and yes I am. But tell me the truth: you didn't really do that did you? you made it all up just to turn me on right?"

I waited for her reply. And waited. It was a grueling 15 minutes. I couldn't do anything else, I just stared at my phone. I couldn't tell if I wanted her to say she had made it up or tell me it was real. The agony was exquisite.

Then I heard the chime of her incoming text. My heart jumped and read quickly. "why do you ask that? do you think I couldn't do those things?"

Now I felt a little more sure that they were all stories, but I still couldn't tell. I replied: "I don't know, it just didn't sound like you. For one thing, you've always been so sure you wouldn't like it big."

Another long 15 minutes went by. It was into lunchtime and people were leaving the office, but I wasn't hungry, I just wanted to know for sure.

Again, the chime of her incoming text made me jump a little. "you're dying right now aren't you? hee hee I'm loving this."

I had no idea what to text back. I entered in: "Please tell me, please just tell me now" but didn't hit send, unsure whether this would get a response or not.

Then before I could send, I heard another incoming text, so I deleted my message and read hers: "Okay sweetie, I'll put you out of your misery. I definitely did it. And I'm meeting him for 'lunch' right now Have a good lunch! I will!"

[Someone]

Awesome story! Gotta post more!

[Scotch98]

OMG, what a HOT story. Can't wait for the next installment.

[commodore74]

Great story, one of the best...
Please continue, and soon!

[jaiceeuk]

I do hope there's more to come.

Superb writing and excellent build up to the plot.

Just love it - just want more

[will7268]

(Thanks very much, I appreciate that!)

...my hands shaking, I texted back immediately "what? where are you meeting? is it just lunch?" I was frazzled I sat back in my chair, my mouth hanging open.

"You okay?" my friend and co-worker Dan was standing in the office doorway, eyebrow arched. I must have looked troubled.

"Yeah, yeah..." I said vacantly. "Just tired."

"You wanna grab lunch? I have to be back for that one o clock meeting," Dan asked.

"No, no..." I think I just trailed off. I was in shock.

He shrugged and left the office. I looked down at my phone, desperate for an answer. No message came. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. What was she doing?! The images in my head ranged from laughing over lunch with her new boyfriend, to desperately giving him head in his car in some parking lot, to panting and grunting as he pushed nine inches into her from behind. I was rock hard and felt weak all over. I finally subsided enough to stand up and walk out to my car, but I just drove around aimlessly. I had no appetite, and I really didn't want to try to interact with anyone to order any food in my current state.

I drove out to a park in town and just sat in the car, staring across the green grass. I wanted the images to leave my head, but then again I really didn't. They were so distressing, yet so incredibly hot. I was turned on to the very core, helpless to control these images, and powerless against the feelings they stirred in me. I was lost as the images became more intense, with her getting closer to a huge orgasm, my imagined Brian grabbing her hair from behind and grinning at the fucking he was giving her, while she started to shake all over and yell out, and just then....

a text message chimed on my phone and I snapped out of it. I grabbed my phone with my still-shaking hands and held it up to read, simply: "WOW."

[commodore74]

Thanks for the post, I love where this is going...

[will7268]

I was shaking all over, I felt completely weak. But I was so turned on I couldn't imagine trying to work.

I did the quick math in my head to realize it had been an hour and twenty minutes between her texts. A lot could happen in that time, but I had no idea whether they had met somewhere, whether he had picked her up and took her somewhere. I was completely in the dark, and this both scared me and drove the intensity of my jealousy. At that point I wished that it did not turn me on to the point of complete helplessness, but it did.

When I could steady myself enough to reply back to her, I texted her: "what happened? where are you? what did you guys do?"

I knew I should be heading back to the office, that people would be noticing my unexplained absence, but I couldn't imagine being able to even focus enough to drive back right now, let alone interact with the people at work on any normal level. So I just waited, which was itself torture.

Finally she texted back: "You're absolutely dying aren't you? I love it! I have you wrapped around my little finger "

I responded immediately, desperate for information: "Please Carla, please tell me something, please don't torture me like this." I saw my face in the rear-view mirror. It was not a face of pleasure, I was clearly in anguish. And yet, even with my stomach completely tied in knots, my heart pounding, my breathing short, weak all over, I could not deny that I was as turned on as I've ever been. She was right, she did have me totally wrapped around her little finger, even more now than she usually did.

"Ooh I like it when you beg " her reply began. "I'll tell you tonight silly. But I hope you can handle it, this is going to be a BIG one (pun intended )"

I wanted to reply "please tell me now, I can't wait," and I typed that in, as well as several similar messages. I really didn't know how I was going to make it through the day. But I could tell that she wasn't going to respond, and pushing would get me nowhere. I was sure that she didn't understand how much she was affecting me now, how every little thing she did with Brian, every little innuendo, every hint, every joke, could send me into the heights of ecstacy or anguish or jealousy or, often, all three. It took a herculean effort to slowly try to push the questions and images out of my mind enough to slowly drive back to work to try to countdown until the end of the day when I could meet Carla and get more information. And I wasn't wholly successful - several times during the afternoon, I couldn't stop the very vivid images of Carla experiencing her new very large boyfriend, and loving it. I was now a prisoner of my own imagination, my own fantasy.

[will7268]

I couldn't work, so I excused myself from the office several times and drove somewhere I thought might preoccupy me, the bookstore, the sporting goods store, the coffee shop. But everywhere I went, I imagined them meeting up here for lunch, maybe even doing whatever they had done in the parking lot. Since I didn't know what they had done, the whole universe of possibilities was open. And always, there was the image of her as he slid 9 inches into her, her eyes wide, her hands gripping him or the wall or the seat of the car, and groaning under the pressure.

I checked the time every minute. I occasionally texted my wife to try to tease a hint out of her, but nothing doing. She would reply that I should wait, although her texts were always playful. She was clearly in a good mood, having a great day, while my world was being completely rocked.

Finally, 5:00 rolled around and I headed home. This was much earlier than I normally went home, but I couldn't take it any more, and thought I'd be more comfortable at home. I admit that I went to our bedroom and started masturbating, thinking about all the images that had been running through my head, but I didn't finish. I didn't want to cum until later. It did make the time go by faster though.

I think she usually got home around 5:30, but she didn't turn up then. I waited. 6:00 pm, no Carla yet. I texted her "are you on your way home?" I admit the thought that she might be having another rendezvous with Brian entered my mind, and both panicked and turned me on. But she replied "soon. had to work late because I took a long lunch."

I texted her back "Oh I bet it was long." These were the kind of lame text jokes I had made for years, trying to get her to tease me a little, and she usually dismissed them, with a sort of eye-rolling dismissal. But this time she replied "yes it was :0". Things were definitely different now.

About 6:30 she got home and came upstairs to change. I tried to get her into bed, but she said she was absolutely starving as she hadn't eaten anything for lunch.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Oh," she laughed, "I meant any food."

She took off her nice shoes, work skirt and dress shirt and threw them into the closet. I couldn't help but notice that her hose were thigh-highs (my personal favorite). I tried to get a glimpse of her panties to see if I could see any evidence, but she was moving quickly, and slid on her silk pajama bottoms, one of my T-shirts and disappeared downstairs to the kitchen. I joined her and we ate in the kitchen. At first I made a pest of myself trying to get her to tell me about what had happened, but eventually I learned she was not ready to talk about it. I tried to make small talk about her day, but I couldn't imagine anything else being important given what had happened at lunch. Yet she was fully ready to talk about little things that had happened at work or with her friends, as if it was no big deal. I tried to listen and pretended to nod along with her as we got through dinner.

"I want to relax for a little bit," she said, heading into the den to plop down on the couch, turning on the television.

I uncorked a bottle of wine, and poured us each a glass; hers, extra full.

"Fantastic idea," she said and clinked her glass against mine, smiling up at me as she drank.

[will7268]

We watched TV and relaxed on the couch, she snuggled up against me, and of course my mind was racing, thinking of all the things her fantastic little body might have been doing earlier in the day. She was in a very good mood and seemed to enjoy having her secret, and having me be so attentive and eager to get her into the mood to talk.

Finally, a few glasses of wine took their effect and she was in a more playful mood. I had been caressing her all night, and now I was laying on the couch, she was laying on top of me, both of us facing the television. I was rubbing her stomach and occasionally wandered down to her hips and thighs. I let my hands linger there, getting closer and closer.... Finally, she gave the slightest motion upward of her hips, enough to let me know she liked the way my hands felt and wanted more. So I continued working my way down, and finally she grabbed my arm and let out a moan as she writhed against me. She was extremely wet and I slipped two fingers inside, which she clearly liked. I could tell immediately that she had had sex recently. I don't think she care that I knew at this point.

"Okay," I said. "Are you ready to tell me?"

"Are you ready to hear?" she said playfully.

"Yes, yes, baby, you know I'm dying to hear this."

"I know, poor baby," she said in a patronizing but flirtatious tone. "Let's see," she continued. "When we finished last night, I was telling you about the second time I met him. When I was meeting him to, ahm, give him head at the dive bar right?"

"Yessss," I said, rubbing against her, even with our clothes in the way, the crevice of her amazing ass felt great as I pressed my cock against her.

"Okay. So this time we really didn't waste much time. He knew I wanted to, and I had been thinking about it a lot, so we got into his car and I reached into his pants immediately. I felt like a total slut, but I kinda liked it."

[commodore74]

What a perfect little tease! She has hot, secret, illicit sex with another better equipped man and she makes you drag the story out of her. Delicious...

[jaiceeuk]

I do hope there is more to come. The best story for a very long time.

Please continue

[will7268]

[thanks very much, really appreciate it.]

"Oh yeah?" I asked, "you enjoyed being a little slutty?"

She rubbed up against me tighter and said "well, actually, I don't know if 'slutty' is the right word. After all, it's just one other guy, not like I'm doing everyone in town. But I did like being a little, well, dirtier for him. Is that okay?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

"I thought it might be," she said knowingly and reached back and started rubbing me as she continued. "This time was a little different. We both knew it was going to happen and we didn't have to waste a lot of time. I wasn't totally shocked by how big he was in real life, although it still seemed huge, I still haven't totally gotten used to seeing something that big. And I had let him know he could be a little more, well, aggressive with me, if he wanted. That it would be okay with me."

I think I moaned involuntarily. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down so Carla could grab my dick behind her while she talked. I quickly reached back around her and started rubbing her again.

"Also," she continued, "this time we slid into the back seat of his car. It wasn't the biggest backseat, but I didn't have to navigate around his stick shift," she giggled, "around his car's stick shift at least. It wasn't too long before I was in the floor in front of him and could do a much better job than I had done the first time."

I was dying to get inside of her and pushed forward a little. She pushed my cock down so that I slid between her thighs, but didn't enter her. "Now, now," she said playfully.

"So, was he more, ahm, aggressive?" I asked.

She thought for a second. "Again, I'm not so sure that word describes it exactly, and I don't want to make it sound bad. I mean, he did put his hands on the back of my head and started forcing his dick into my mouth a little more."

"What did you say?" I asked.

"Me? I think I said 'Arrggglllarrgggllllaarrrglll'," she said, imitating the sound she might make trying to talk with a very large object filling her mouth. She laughed very hard at her joke, and I laughed along, but for some reason it made it even more real to me, hitting home that my wife now knew very well what it felt like to have such a big cock in her mouth.

She continued after her laughter subsided. "Obviously I didn't say anything, but he could tell from the sounds I was making that I....I liked it, and he started pushing a little harder and moving his hips up and down until the head of his dick was hitting the back of my throat. It made me gag a little, but he didn't stop for a while, and I tried to take it as long as I could until I finally had to pull off and take a break. He didn't try to push me any further than I wanted to go, and when I pulled back he asked me if I was okay. Especially since I had tears streaming out of my eyes from the gagging."

"Did you want to stop?" I asked.

"Oh god no," she said. "I wiped my face and went right back to it."

"So you like that?" I asked. "I mean I've never done that to you because I thought you wouldn't..."

She cut me off, "don't get any ideas honey. I don't think I'd like it if you were that aggressive. It just wouldn't feel right. Besides, I'm not sure if you could really make me gag like that anyway, you know..."

"Oh," I said.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But it's true. I love your dick, I really do honey. But there are just some things that Brian can do that you can't, just factually speaking."

She felt me throb in her hand, and she squeezed my dick very hard to let me know she had noticed.

"Oh yeah? What else?" My breathing was stilted, I was so excited, I would have exploded if she had inserted my dick inside her just then, but she just continued to held me, squeezing slightly. It was driving me absolutely crazy. I began to rub her in small circles, more quickly and with a little more pressure.

"Ohhhhhh," she said, her little body starting to writhe a little. "Well..., I don't know, different things. Oooooohhhhh. Like, I kind of enjoyed taking his dick in one hand and slapping myself in the cheeks with it, you know, not too hard or anything, just .... ohhhhhhhhhhhh.... to feel the weight of it, how ....unnnnnnnhhhhhh.... big it is. It's just kind of..oooohhh...satisfying in a way. I don't think I could do that with yours."

This drove me crazy and I started thrusting between her thighs, dying to be inside her, but she continued to hold me at an angle that I was not going to penetrate.

[blueduck1954]

Great writing Will. Please continue.

[commodore74]

I agree. Great writing, please continue! I always look forward to your posts.

[Gregdg]

I agree with the other posters ... outstanding writing. I hope the next installment comes soon ...

[will7268]

[thank you very much guys]

I was very close to cumming already (and from the sounds Carla was making, so was she), when she suddenly changed everything up.

"Would you like to see it?" she said.

"What?"

"You know," she said slyly, "do you want to see it? So you can know what I've been dealing with?"

"What do you mean?" I said, my heart racing, "you mean like him come over?"

"No, silly," she said. "I don't know if we're to that point. I mean on the computer. There are pictures on the site where I met him, and I have a few email pics from him."

I was quiet, thinking it over. "So?" she prompted, "do you want to? Cat got your tongue?... Come on."

I don't know why this made me nervous, but it did. She got up and took my hand and I got up too. She led me back to the room that served more or less as our home office, where her computer was on the desk. She pushed me into the leather office chair and sat on my lap, quickly booting up her computer and logging in.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

But before she could answer, she had already logged on to the adult dating site and was navigating to his profile. From the quick glance I got at the webpage when she first logged in, I saw that she had 20-some unread emails in her inbox about 80 or so old emails, I saw she had many friends, and invites. In other words a lot of attention.

She seemed very excited, almost proud, and wanting to show off what she had landed. Her little ass was squirming in my lap and felt incredible as she quickly clicked to his page, and there he was. I don't think I breathed once as I read his page over Carla's shoulder. He was named "youngnhung337" or something like that. His main pic was just an upper body shot, no shirt, and he looked like your normal, clean-cut, very fit, nice guy. His description was pretty simple, a clean-cut, normal guy, who just happened to be very hung and looking for some fun. He described what he liked in a girl, and my wife fit the description very well: petite, fit, brunette, pretty smile, demure.

"So? What do you think?" Carla asked me.

"He seems okay," I said, not sure what I should be thinking or feeling. I was trying to imagine him and my wife together, but so much information was hitting me at once that it was difficult.

"Okay?" Carla asked. "Well, maybe this will change your mind." And she clicked through to his photos. The first was a show of his torso and showed his dick, not quite hard, hanging down between his legs. There was no denying he was huge. Carla sat up in my lap and giggled a little. She clicked again. Next was a shot of his hardening dick, stretching up past his belly button and a feminine hand stroking it along the shaft. This time, with the girl's hand in the picture, he looked even bigger. Carla wriggled a little, rubbing against my own hardening dick. She clicked again. Next shot showed a point of view picture (his) as a very pretty 20-something was stretching her mouth over the head of his dick, both of her hands clutched around the base of his cock. Now Carla's breathing was getting a little shorter as she pushed back against me. She clicked through a few more similar pictures, different girls jacking him off and trying to take as much of him in their mouths as they could. Now it was becoming easier to visualize Carla with him, and I was as scared and as turned on as I'd ever been. I still couldn't believe she'd done it, but I could now picture it in detail and it was becoming more real to me.

Carla was clearly enjoying my reaction. She seemed turned on by the pictures herself, but she also seemed proud in a way, and enjoyed seeing me stare in disbelief at the size of the man she was now fooling around with. I felt like she was moving out of my league sexually, and that caused the incredibly bittersweet pang of jealousy, inferiority, submissiveness and fear that had always driven me toward this fantasy. And to have it play out like this, with her enjoying it at the same time, was so exquisitely agonizing. It was as intense as I had ever fantasized it would be.

Then she clicked to a picture taken from the side as he was screwing a woman on a couch. He was standing in front of the couch where the woman was laying. Her legs were over his shoulders, her ass lifted up in the air as he was pushing very hard into her. Although he still had several inches to go, her eyes were clenched shut tightly, her face scrunched up with effort or pain or pleasure or something. Her hands gripped the edge of the couch tightly.

"Oooh," cooed Carla upon seeing this picture. I felt frozen, unable to look away. "So," said my wife in a breathy voice, still moving back and forth in my lap, "you still think he's just okay?"

"Oh my god," I said. "Do you....do you think that that hurts? I mean is she enjoying it?"

"Yes to both," Carla said. "I liked this picture too, and I had asked him about it when we first started emailing. He said it was very difficult for her to fit him at first, and she was uncomfortable. But she told him to keep trying and after a while she could handle him and came all over him. He said she told him she came harder than she ever had, and actually got a little crazy afterwards, begging him to come fuck her again all the time."

"Oh?" I asked, unable to process what that must be like.

"Oh, and guess who took that picture?" Carla asked.

Out of all the options, I knew which was the most likely, but didn't say it. Instead, I answered "I don't know."

"It was her husband," Carla said, waiting for some response from me. "Brian said that he was actually the reason she was there, that the husband wanted her to try someone big like Brian, but that once she started cumming so hard, he actually couldn't handle it and ran out of the room, drove off and left her there with him. Brian said he offered to take the girl back home, but she wanted to stay and keep fucking, so she stayed almost all night."

"Oh my god," I said again, continuing to be unable to add much to the conversation.

"That's what I thought when he told me," said Carla. "I think that's when I first really started considering fulfilling your fantasy. I mean, it must be really good to go through all that right? And just look at her face."

For some reason, all of this made me want to go down on Carla very badly.

[commodore74]

Thx for giving me my fix...great segment. More please!

[will7268]

[thanks commodore]

Carla continued looking at the picture closely. Then, it hit me, I remembered that she hadn't told me her "BIG" news from lunch yet. I immediately realized that she could have already experienced what the girl in the picture was experiencing, having that huge piece of meat slide into her while she gripped his couch. I was so hard I felt like I was going to explode. I put my hands on her hips and asked her if she'd mind if I went down on her.

"Please do," she said and she stood up so that I could slide to the floor in front of the chair. She pulled her sweats down to the floor and sat back down. I knelt in front of her and started kissing her wonderful thighs. She made little sounds of pleasure and put her hand lazily on the back of my head. After a minute, I could hear that she was clicking the mouse with her other hand, presumably looking back through the pictures of Brian's dick as I went down on her. She slid forward so that I could have better access.

She was definitely enjoying it, very quickly working up to the urgent, sharp intakes of breath and moans of pleasure that usually took much longer to get to. She really was incredibly wet, and every once in a while she pushed down on the back of my head, grinding me into her. I absolutely loved it and almost forgot about everything else for a few minutes.

Then, suddenly I remembered, and looked up at her. "So?" I asked, "you said you had some big news to tell me? About your lunch today?"

She bit her lower lip as she looked down at me, and looked into my eyes without answering immediately. I could tell she was making up her mind how much to tell me, or how to approach it. A gleam came across her eyes, the slightest smile in her lips and she finally said, "okay," as she applied a little pressure with the hand on the back of my head. I dutifully obliged and went back down between her thighs as she talked.

"Okay. Are you sure I can handle this?" she asked.

"Mmmm-hmmmm" I answered, without stopping. If anything, I picked up the intensity.

"Okay, well, I told you last night about the first two times we met right? Well, that was ... ooooh .... a couple of weeks ago and .....mmmmmmm......and I was, sort of, getting a little worried about ......ohhhhhhh..... about how fast things were moving. Not him, he wasn't pressuring me at all...ohhhhhhh.... I was actually worried about ...mmmmmmmm.... about how much I wanted ......MMMMMMMMMMMMMM...... wanted......OH GOD!!!!! ..... wanted.... FUCK!!!!.... HIS BIG DICK!!!!" she screamed out as she pulled my head into her hard, with both hands, until I couldn't breathe. "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!!!!" she yelled. She convulsed against my face and held me tight for what felt like a minute. I actually worried about being able to breathe, but I didn't dare pull back, just kept lightly licking, which caused her to shake with each tiny flicker of my tongue. Finally she released and sank into the chair, her hands sliding off of the back of my head. When I could see her face, I saw a very dreamy, happy look in her eyes. Her thighs and my face were actually dripping, and I LOVED IT.

[will7268]

She looked off into the distance as her breath slowed back to normal. After a minute she put her hand on the side of my face, looked me in the eyes and said "shall I continue?" with just the slightest naughty grin playing across her lips.

"Shall I?" I asked, smiling back.

"Oh, by all means," she said and slid forward in her seat a little.

I started slowly, just lightly kissing her thighs as she was always very sensitive after a big orgasm like. I loved her thighs and could spend hours doing this, so I was enjoying myself while she was trying to figure out how best to continue her story.

"So, like I was saying: I was a little worried about how quickly I was becoming, ahm, infatuated?... is that the word?...maybe... 'infatuated' with his dick. So I tried not to respond to quickly after the second time I saw him. Brian sent some very nice follow-up emails, and so I would reply, but I would try to wait a day or so, and would try not to be so .... dirty. I didn't want to be rude, so I let him know how much I enjoyed it and how much fun I was having, but I didn't beg him to see him again or anything...."

I moved in a little closer on her thighs, still just kissing gently but moving up her thighs.

She continued, "...at least at first. I think it was actually backfiring, because I started really missing his dick and wanting him. I mean I would think about it at night until I was so horny, I'd have to go in another room and get some relief while you slept. I missed the feel of his big dick in my hands and my mouth, and the rush of having him ... well, of having him really give it to me in his car. And it wasn't just missing what we'd already done either, I started getting more and more curious about what it would be like if he fucked me with it. More than curious really, I have to admit I was getting very horny to feel that dick in me. I mean I was looking at zucchini in the store and thinking 'hmmmmm.... I wonder....'" She giggled a little at herself.

I remembered that we had had sex for a string of 3 nights in a row the last week, which was unusual at this point in our marriage, and that although she had been pretty wild and desperate for the sex, she hadn't seemed totally satisfied afterwards.

"Finally, on Thursday last week I sent him a message saying I needed to see him again, and hinting that I wanted to try it."

"What did he say?" I asked her, moving in closer still.

"Ooh, that feels so good honey," she said to me. "Don't stop that, just like that, keep it slow and gentle." She put her hand on the back of my head, gently. "He said he had plans on Friday but could meet Saturday or Sunday. I wasn't sure what we were doing for the weekend, so I told him we'd play it by ear and try to meet up sometime. I have to admit, I was disappointed he couldn't do it Friday, I was pretty worked up by the time I emailed him."

I thought back through the weekend, we had spent most of the weekend together. Except Saturday morning, when I had gone to the gym to workout and we were out running errands separately.

"So did you get to meet up? I mean you and I were together most of the weekend. You didn't sneak out at night did you?"

She looked down at me with a sly grin and let it linger for a second before saying "no, I didn't sneak out at night. But, I'm sorry honey, remember when you went out Saturday morning and I said I was shopping for groceries and clothes?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I said, my heart rate starting to increase.

"Well....well, as soon as you left the house I messaged him and said I could see him right away but that might be my only chance. I gave him my cell phone number and asked him to text or call if he could do it. I knew it was risky in case he called while you and I were together, but I thought I could cover, and I was getting desperate, and I was still telling myself that this was something that you wanted after all."

I stroked her thighs gently as I continued to lick and nibble, letting her know I was certainly not angry, but I was getting more and more excited.

[hattersfan]

Oh Keerist, I can't stop wanking over this.....

[will7268]

"So?" I asked.

"Okay, here goes," she said and took a deep breath. "So, he texted back pretty quickly, and said he'd love to see me, but he warned me that he'd been out pretty late on Friday, and was very hungover and was just lying in bed, so he wouldn't blame me if I didn't want to come over."

"Uh huh?" I asked between licks. "So what'd you do?"

"I got in my car and started driving in his direction," she said. "Are you...are you sure okay with hearing this?" she asked.

"Oh fuck yes," I said and dived in again, really ratcheting up the intensity.

"Ohhhh," she said, "I see....so he apologized in advance if he wasn't exactly up to his usual level. But I had gotten so worked up over the week that the thought of him lying in bed alone was driving me crazy. I didn't care how hungover he was."

"So...you drove over to his place," I urged her to continue.

"Yes," she said, "but, honey, why don't we move up to the bedroom. I think I'd like you in me when I tell you the rest of the story."

I was rock hard and wanted to be inside of her so badly, and was very grateful for the suggestion. We made our way up the stairs in silence, stepping into our bedroom and laying on the bed. I slid in behind her and she grabbed my dick between her legs, finally positioning me so that when I pushed forward I slid into her.

"Ohhhhhhh," I said. It felt so incredible. There was no questioning now that she wasn't quite as tight as she had been before, but still, she felt so good. And from her soft moans, I could tell it felt good to her too. I slowly pushed in as far as I could.

"Not too fast," she said. "I'm a little sore."

This statement, and all that it implied, made me feel like I was going to explode.

[will7268]

After enjoying sliding in and out of her slowly for a few minutes, I asked "so....you drove over to his place? While your faithful husband was out doing errands?"

She could tell by my tone that I didn't mind this at all and she allowed herself a little naughty laugh. "Yes. Yes I did. I knew about where he lived and he texted me the address. I knew I didn't have much time, and so I drove like a madman."

I imagined her, desperately speeding around corners, looking at street signs, figuring out where he was, all the while getting more and more excited for his dick. It turned me on so much I thought I might cum immediately so I slowed down almost to a stop.

"Were you wet?" I asked.

She bit her lower lip. "Yes," she said. "I was definitely getting wet at that point. I remember thinking 'this is crazy, right?' I mean I'm usually pretty much in control of myself. Especially when it comes to sex. But here I was speeding across town, sneaking around, throwing myself at this guy, just to...well, just, basically, to have his dick."

Although my wife was never a prude, she usually didn't talk that frankly about sex, and it turned me on to hear her admitting this about herself. That she actually could get a little out of control for another man's dick. I stiffened and had to stop moving for a second.

I could tell she needed me to prod her along, so I asked "so you got to his house, and.....?"

"Apartment," she corrected me. "He has a nice little apartment." For some reason, the thought of her walking through an apartment parking lot, in the halls or stairways of an apartment building, passing by other people as she rushed to get her new dick, this all turned me on quite a bit.

"So you got to his apartment, and....?"

"Yes. He had texted me that the door was unlocked and I could just come in. He was nice enough to take a shower for me, but he was back in bed, when I opened the door. It was quiet, I walked in through his living room and called out his name. He answered me, and I followed the sound of his voice back to the bedroom and he was lying in bed. I could tell he had a LOT to drink the night before and was still hungover, but he was laying half under the sheets, and had just gotten out of the shower..."

"Yeah?" I asked, starting to pick the speed up a little bit.

"Yes. So I dropped my purse and walked over to the bed. I sat down, and we were pretty quiet for a minute. I mean, I wasn't really sure I was ready to go through with...,well.., you know. I just sort of knew I wanted to see him. But I could see he was getting hard under the sheet, and I really couldn't have helped myself if I wanted to. I slid my hand along his stomach under the sheet and grabbed him."

I could feel myself getting close to cumming again so I stopped moving. "What did he say?"

"Nothing," she said. "He just laid back like a King and let me grab him and rub him. And I liked it. He was getting hard, and it seemed...it seemed even bigger somehow. I don't know, maybe because I was thinking about trying to fit him inside me. Or maybe because he was stretched out and I could take my time and really think about it. Instead of being in his car and feeling a little rushed."

I slowly fucked her and just thought about what must have been going through her head.

She continued on her own. "I jacked him off slowly for a little while until he got fully hard. He laid back, closed his eyes and smiled. He was huge. He moved over a little and I climbed up on the bed and started using both hands. My face just in front of his dick while I worked him up and down slowly with both hands."

Oh my god, this was so hot for me. I was growing so hard, and almost convulsing with pleasure as I was fighting my orgasm.

Carla noticed and asked "Does that turn you on?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," I said and continued moving inside her.

"Well that's good," she said. "I don't understand it, but it's good that this somehow turns on all three of us. I mean he sure liked it, and I was enjoying it, and now, for whatever reason, it gets you off too."

"Oh god," I said and put both of my hands on her hips and started stroking as deeply as I could.

[Stashi]

You have quite the talent sir, please keep writing!!

[commodore74]

Agreed! Keep it going, man...things appear ready to boil over. Good stuff.