He lay in the dark. His alarm had just gone off but he had another ten minutes before he really needed to get up. He thought of Laura. She was a friend of a friend. He fancied her the first time they had met. She was attractive and had a great personality. She had short brown hair, a nice figure, about 5′ 4″ tall. He felt his cock harden as he tried to remember how big her breasts were, a nice 34B or so.

However, she was married.

But that didn’t stop him wanting to fuck her. In fact it just added to her desirability. Fucking a married woman was all the more exciting because you weren’t meant to be doing it. And the extra challenge made it feel more of an achievement. Each little bit of progress a little battle he’d won, a little surrender that she’d made to him. Until the ultimate surrender when he hoped she would spread her legs, grasp his cock and guide him into the inner sanctum of her body.

But the good news was that her husband worked in a different city during the week and was only home at weekends. So she could be hunted during the week. But he’d have to be subtle.

Hunting a married woman was different. At first you had to keep reminding her that you knew she was married, so that nothing you did seemed like you were trying to seduce her, or even date her. You could talk about sex even, since, well, you knew she was married so there couldn’t be another agenda could there? Then, when she was ripe, you had to move fast before she stopped making decisions with her pussy and turned her brain back on. And once you were in bed, you could keep reminding her she was married. The very illicitness of what you were doing made it even more exciting.

Alex put together his plan. He’d call her. Then he’d have to get her to meet him for a coffee or something innocent. But he didn’t even have an excuse to call her. It would be creepy just to call out of the blue. He didn’t know her that well. He’d have to manufacture an excuse. He thought for a moment before he had an idea: he’d send her an email obviously addressed to a different Laura, she’d point out his mistake and then he could call her to thank her, and see if he could get to the next stage and meet her.

No time like the present. He sat down at his computer and typed an email. “Hi Laura, I talked to Tom yesterday. He’s loose in the socket and potentially interested in that engineering job we discussed. He’s expecting you to call next week.” And then he filled in Laura’s email and hit send. Everyone has had the experience of having their mail program automatically fill in someone’s email from the first few characters and get it wrong.

He felt like a fly-fisherman casting. The fly lay on the surface of the water just waiting for the unsuspecting trout to bite. The fly looked so innocent, but hidden inside was the hook. If the trout went for the fly there was a chance that the hook would set and slowly the fisherman would be able to play the trout and eventually land it. Or maybe the hook wouldn’t set and it would get away.

The trout saw the fly. He got an email back from Laura that evening. “Hi Alex, I think you meant to send this to a different Laura.” Little did she know he’d sent it exactly where he intended.

The next morning he called. Before dialing, he thought to himself that his goal was to keep talking and to have a long enough conversation that it didn’t seem weird if he invited her to go for a coffee with him.

“Hi Laura,” he said when she answered. “I was just calling to thank you for sending back that email yesterday. It would have been a shame for my friend Tom if it hadn’t got to the recruiter.”

“No problem, these things happen.”

“At least it was an innocent email. Imagine if it had been full of confidential information.”

“Or worse, a really personal email.”

“Haha, yes. Dear Laura, you were great in bed last night. Love Alex.”

She laughed. “That’s pretty tame.”

“Don’t tempt me! I’m sure I can come up with something stronger.”

“No, no. I’ll use my imagination.”

“Don’t you get cabin fever being at home along with two children every week?”

“Well, it’s certainly not ideal. But after all these years I’m pretty used to it. But I do get starved of adult conversation sometimes, I have to admit.”

Alex realized this was the perfect opening for him.

“Would you like to have an adult conversation over a coffee one day? I’m often over in your part of town. Have you been to that new coffee-shop near you? A coffee-mad friend of mine reckons it’s the best coffee west of the Mississippi.”

“No, I’ve never been there.”

“What are you doing tomorrow afternoon? I could meet you there at 2 just after lunch.”

“OK. I’ll have to go at 3 though to pick up the kids from school.”

“Great, I’ll see you there.”

“Bye.”

The trout had taken the fly. The hook was set.

She was already at the coffee shop when he arrived. He bought her a latte and they sat down at a small table at the back of the café. They talked for half an hour about nothing in particular.

He decided to try and set up their next meeting. “Have you seen the new James Bond movie?”

“Not yet.”

“I bet you fancy Daniel Craig. All women seem to.”

“Oh definitely. He’s just so hot.”

“If he approached you, I bet you wouldn’t think twice.”

She laughed. “No, I’d do him in a second.”

“So who else falls into that category?”

“What category?”

“Guys you’d do without a second thought despite being married.”

“Hmm, I used to think Harrison Ford, but he’s a bit old now.”

“Any real people?”

“How do you mean? Daniel Craig is a real person.”

“Yes, but he’s more of a fantasy. I mean it’s not like you are going to run into him. Do you have any friends who make you weak at the knees who’d seriously tempt you if they approached you?”

“One. But I’m not telling you who. He’s married too. And you might meet him.”

“And then I could tell him that all he needs to do is ask and he can have a night of passion with you.”

“Yes, it’s probably best that he doesn’t know that.”

It was a good sign that she would at least consider fucking someone else. Had obviously even thought about it.

“So are you going to go and see Daniel Craig’s movie?”

“I need to find someone to go with. All my girlfriends already seem to have seen it. They all think he’s hot too. It seems too lame to go and see a movie like that on my own, not worth arranging a baby-sitter for.”

“I’ll go with you. I’ve not seen it.” Actually he had, but he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this.

“I don’t know,” she said cautiously.

“If it seems too much like a date, I completely understand,” he said reassuringly.

“No, let’s do it. I’ll try and get a baby-sitter for tomorrow night.”

The trout was tight on the line, the hook firmly set. But it would still take all the fisherman’s skill to gradually exhaust its resistance and land it.

After the movie, he walked her home. “So was Daniel sexy enough for you?”

“He was great. The perfect combination of good manners and a hot body.”

“Do you fantasize about him?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you know. Since you have a husband who’s only around at weekends, I bet you get horny during the week and…well, do I have to spell it out.”

“That’s a very personal question.”

“Sorry. Is that off-limits?”

“No, I was just surprised. So yes, I have been known to fantasize about Daniel Craig.”

“I’d love to watch you.”

She stopped walking for a moment. Then she started again. “That’s definitely off-limits.”

“Talking about it or doing it.”

“Definitely doing it.”

“I love watching women masturbate. It’s so tender the way they lie there with their eyes shut, off in a world of their own. They almost look bored from the waist up. Then lower down, their legs are casually parted and their fingers gently play among the folds.”

“You’re very direct, aren’t you? Were you serious about wanting to watch me?”

“I was teasing you. You being married and all.”

“I don’t think I’d want you to watch even if I was still single.” They arrived at her front door. “Well, thank you for taking me out tonight.”

“It was a pleasure.” He chastely kissed her on the cheek, too early to try for more. “Goodnight. Enjoy Daniel Craig tonight.”

“I think I just might.”

As he drove home, he imagined what she would be doing. Undressing. Showering. Lying naked in her bed imagining Daniel Craig fucking her while her finger coaxed a not completely satisfying orgasm from her clit.

The next morning, Alex waited until he knew her kids would be in school before he called her.

“How was Daniel?” he asked.

“You are so naughty. Do you ask all your friends these sorts of questions?” She paused. “But he was good.”

“I bet…no, I’d better not say.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh come on, now you’ve got me really curious.”

“OK. I bet you imagined I was watching you.”

She went silent.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’” he said after a moment.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me? I hardly know you.”

“I’m making your life more interesting.”

“I can’t deny that.”

“Would you like a coffee?”

“When?”

“In half-an-hour.”

Alex said nothing more. Trying to be too persuasive might backfire. He hoped her mind was saying ‘no’ but her pussy was having other ideas.

“I should refuse.”

“Don’t worry, I know you are married. Besides, we’ll be in public in a coffee shop. See you in 30 minutes.”

Before she could reply, he hung up. He knew she’d be there.

And she was. Already sitting at a table with a coffee in front of her. He got one and sat down beside her.

“OK?” he asked.

“Yes. Just that…I shouldn’t have come.”

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine.” He briefly touched her on her leg, pleased she made no attempt to move away. “You are in safe hands with me.”

She laughed. “That’s what I’m worried about, ending up in your hands. I don’t even like sex that much.”

“Really?”

“Yes. All my married girlfriends seem to be the same. After they’ve had their kids it just doesn’t seem so important any more.”

“That’s because women don’t know what attracts them.”

“What do you mean?”

“A good caring considerate loving husband isn’t that attractive.”

“Yes it is! That’s why I married him.”

“Sure it’s why you married him. That’s why you had children with him. That’s what you want in a husband.” He leaned over so he could talk quietly in her ear without anyone else being able to overhear. “But it’s not why you first fucked him. It’s not what you want in a lover.”

He sat back before continuing.

“I bet he was confident, and amusing, and you weren’t sure just how interested he really was in you.”

He leaned over by her ear again.

“And he made you wet, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” she said, almost whispering.

“Like I’m making you wet, aren’t I?” He put his hand on her thigh.

“Yes, but…”

“But what?”

“But I’m not going to…with you…do anything.”

“Are you sure? It would be exciting.” He moved his hand a little, sliding his fingers further up her thigh just inches from her crotch.

“I know. But I can’t.”

“What would you like to do?”

“Oh god. Everything.”

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“You can’t say that to me. I’m all mixed up. I have to go home.”

The two of them stood up. Alex walked alongside her the few blocks to her front door. Neither of them said anything as she unlocked the door. She went into the hall but left the door open. He walked in and shut the door behind him. He leant back against it. She turned to face him, breathing heavily.

“You should leave,” she said.

“Is that what you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Tell me.”

“Oh god, I can’t.” Her face was flushed with sexual excitement.

“Take your pants off.”

“Really?”

“Just do it. You know you want to.”

She paused for only the briefest moment before she kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them. She stood there, breathing heavily. She wore a pair of plain white panties.

He reached out with one hand and very lightly ran his fingers over the swelling in her panties where her mound was hidden by just a thin layer of cotton. She moaned the moment he touched her. He could feel the soft fleshiness of her lips against his fingertips. He moved his hand up, pushed his fingers just under the elastic of her panties.

“Isn’t it exciting?” he said quietly. “Knowing that in a moment I’m going to push my hand into your panties, your married little panties, and you aren’t going to do anything to try and stop me.”

He moved his hand lower, slowly pushing his fingers through her soft pubic hair. He stopped when his finger just reached the little hollow where her slit began. He could sense her desire, almost feel her pussy aching for more of his finger. Slowly he slid his finger along the root of her clit. Her body jerked when his fingertip finally found the little hard pearl.

He pushed further into her panties, curving his finger around her body and between her soaking wet labia. She moaned again, louder this time, as he curled his finger up into the opening to her wet pussy. He circled around her entrance and then moved back to her clit. He started to circle his fingertip on her clit. She was clearly so excited that he realized she would cum quickly.

She groaned as his finger sent spasms of arousal radiating from her clit. “Oh god I shouldn’t be letting you do this,” she moaned but she made no attempt to push him away. He pushed his other hand up behind her under her top and unclipped her bra. Then he moved so he was caressing one of her breasts, the small nipple hard against the palm of his hand.

“Oh wow, I’m going to cum,” she groaned. “Keep going, here it comes.” Suddenly she squealed as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. He continued to stroke her clit as her body shook with ecstasy. He pinched her nipple hard and she yelped in pain and surprise and excitement. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on. When finally her body was quiet, she slumped against him. He put his arms around her and held her close.

He could sense that now that the edge had been taken off her desire by her orgasm that she would be feeling remorse, logic once again dominating emotion. If he pushed it, he sensed she would refuse. But if he left now he was pretty certain that when her desire returned that she’d once again submit to his will.

“I’m going to leave,” he said quietly. “Will you be OK?”

“Yes. I’m just…well…feeling a bit guilty.” Then she looked up at him smiling. “But, shit, that was hot. I haven’t cum that fast and hard in years.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“No, you mustn’t. Yes. Yes, call me. You are so fucking dangerous but…it’s like wiggling a loose tooth, you can’t stop even though it hurts.”

“Goodbye,” he said. He kissed her on the lips, lingering for a moment. Then he opened the door and left.

The next day he deliberately didn’t call early. He guessed that she’d wake up and decide rationally that she shouldn’t see him again. But that later in the day, the itch between her legs would make her more emotional. She’d have more difficulty resisting him. Finally he called her.

“Hi Laura.”

“I almost didn’t answer,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me yesterday. I should never have done that.”

“You totally enjoyed it.”

“I’m not denying that. But I’m married. I don’t do that sort of thing.”

“Can I come over?”

“No. You are too…” She paused.

“Too what?”

“I’m not sure. Dominating.”

“Women like to be dominated. They like to be submissive. You loved it when I ordered you to take off your pants.”

“Well they are staying firmly on today.”

“So you don’t want to see me again?”

“I do want to see you. But not here…I don’t trust myself. Somewhere public.”

“In the coffee shop again?”

“OK, I suppose that’s safe.”

“Don’t wear pants.”

“I can’t come to the coffee shop in my underwear!”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Wear a skirt. But nothing underneath it. No panties.”

“Why? You won’t even be able to tell.”

“Yes I will. When I stroke your ass.”

“You are not going to stroke my ass.”

“But I think you want me to.”

“You know I do. But you mustn’t.”

“See you in half-an-hour. No panties.”

“OK, half-an-hour. But I’m wearing pants. And a padlock on my belt to keep you out of them.”

When Alex arrived at the coffee shop, she was standing in line to get a coffee. He was pleased to see that she was wearing a skirt.

“Good girl,” he said as he leant over and kissed her on the cheek. He deliberately didn’t brush his hand across her ass, partially because they were in public and partially because he knew she would be pantiless without needing to check. Once they had their coffees they sat down.

“What happened to the padlock?” he said.

“I decided to try it.”

“What?”

“Being dressed…well, like this.”

“Have you done it before?”

“Gone out like this? Never.”

“How does it feel?”

“I feel a bit vulnerable. As if everyone can tell. But brave as well.”

“And just how brave are you going to be today?”

“I’ve no idea. One minute I’m all strong-willed and married and ready to behave myself, and then I just want you to…well, take what I’m not allowed to offer. To take whatever you want.”

Once again he leant over and whispered in her ear. “Shall I tell you what I want? I want to lick your pussy.”

“No, you can’t. I can’t.”

“But you want me to, don’t you?”

She said nothing.

“You want to feel my tongue. Between your legs. Between your lips. I bet you taste good.”

“No I won’t,” she said quietly as if trying to convince herself. “I really won’t.”

He leant back and took a sip of his coffee. He could see the arousal burning in her eyes.

“Let’s go,” he said.

They walked back to her house. At her door she turned.

“You can’t come in,” she said as she unlocked the door.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You can’t.”

“Look at you. Even you don’t believe you.”

He pushed her gently through her front door and then followed her in. She sat down on the sofa, looking at him, breathing heavily. He stood in front of her looking down.

“I want to see you,” he said. “Show me.”

She didn’t reply, but slowly she pulled up her skirt, gradually revealing more and more of her legs until the neat brown stripe of her pubic hair at the base of her belly came into view.

“Oh my god, I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said. Slowly she parted her legs, offering the sight of her pussy to him for the first time. The hair on her outer lips was neatly trimmed and her inner lips were like a pink tongue protruding between them.

He knelt down between her outspread thighs. With the fingers of one hand he gently opened up her sex. He bent forward. She shuddered at the first touch of his tongue on her pussy. He ran just the tip of his tongue down the length of her slit, starting above her clit and ending up almost tonguing her asshole. Her body was almost quivering with excitement. He pushed his tongue between her labia and into the entrance to her cunt. He felt her hips push forward against his mouth, pushing his tongue deeper inside her. He slid back up between her labia. “Oh god yes,” she moaned as he started to circle on her clit. He roughly pushed two fingers into her cunt hard. She yelped in surprise. Her cunt squeezed his fingers tightly. He curled his fingers up and started to fuck her slowly. “Oh wow you have sexy fingers,” she sighed.

He continued to lick her clit, a little harder and faster now. He let another finger fall lower so that as he fucked her, he was also stroking her asshole, rubbing it with her own juice. “Yes, yes,” she moaned as he felt her tense up prior to orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop, unnggg,” she groaned. Her pussy clamped hard onto his fingers as she started to cum. He pushed his finger firmly into her spasming asshole and she squeaked in surprise. Her hips started to thrust back and forth, pushing his mouth off her clit. He continued to finger-fuck her cunt and ass as hard and fast as he could while the waves of her climax washed over her. “Oh god yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she cried as her orgasm rolled on and on.

Alex stood up and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. He put his hand on the back of Laura’s head and guided his cock into her mouth before she had completely finished cumming. She reached up and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft while she curled her tongue around his cockhead. The final ripples of her orgasm died away as she started to swirl her tongue around his sensitive knob. She pushed her hips a bit further forward so that she was grinding her pussy against one of his legs. She pushed her head forward a bit harder, taking him into the back of her throat.

He looked down. She looked up at him as she slid his cock back and forth in her mouth. She knew just what to do with her tongue, knew just where the most sensitive spot on his cock would be. She slowly stroked her hand up and down his shaft as her tongue worked its magic. He could feel his orgasm building up inside. She sensed it too and slowed down a little, keeping him close to the edge, just letting the tension in his body increase agonizingly slowly. She clearly knew exactly what she was doing.

He was just on the point of cumming and she knew it. She took her hand off his shaft, opened her mouth wide and continued to stroke the sensitive area just under the knob with the tip of her tongue, coaxing his orgasm the final little distance. His cock suddenly jerked and shot a rope of white cum into the back of her mouth. She reached up and held him again, slowly pumping him and emptying him into her mouth. She sat back and swallowed, then leant forward and licked his cockhead clean and swallowed again.

She stood up. Her skirt fell back around her legs. He put his arms around her and caressed her ass-cheeks through the thin material. She pressed her breasts against his chest as their lips met. Then their tongues met for the first time, an affectionate kiss, almost chaste compared to what had gone before but also a promise of more to come.

They didn’t talk the next couple of days. It was the weekend. She would be with her husband. But on Monday morning she called.

“He just left to the airport,” she said.

“So how are you feeling?”

“Messed up. It took all my willpower not to call you over the weekend. I was going to try and not call you today either. But look at me, I lasted like two minutes after my husband left. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to stop thinking about you and the more I try not to think about you, the more I think about you, the more my body is on fire.”

“Your pretty little pussy needs attention.”

“My little pussy even had some attention this morning from my husband. But somehow that’s no longer enough.”

“You want to come over?”

“No, I mustn’t. I’ve got to stop seeing you. I’m a happily married woman for god’s sake.”

“And if you did come over and see me, what would you want?”

“I would want you to…oh, I can’t say it.”

“To what?”

“I can’t say it.”

“Yes you can.”

“Don’t make me say it. I don’t want to admit it.”

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“I…I want…I want you to fuck me. There, I said it. I want to feel your lovely big cock slide into my little pussy. Your penis in my vagina. My very married vagina which is totally off-limits to you.”

“And that from the woman who doesn’t really even like sex.”

“I think it was simpler when I didn’t. But not nearly as exciting. You’ve woken up a dragon inside me.”

“You’d better get over here then.”

“I mustn’t. Shit…I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Alex opened the door and let her in. Neither of them said anything. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then she reached behind and unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor. He got to see her breasts for the first time, she’d only been naked below the waist with him before. Her breasts looked surprisingly large and firm, with tiny little pink nipples. It was hard to believe she’d suckled two children. She reached down and unbuttoned her pants, slid down the zip, kicked off her shoes and pushed them and stepped out of them dressed just in a pair of black briefs. She watched him watching her as she slowly pushed them over her hips and let them fall the floor. She stood before him, completely naked.

She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. She was obviously in a mood to take charge today so he let her. She bent forward and kissed one of his nipples. “oh that’s good,” he said encouragingly as he felt his little nipple harden. She bit down on it, almost painfully. He felt his cock hardening. She moved her mouth to his other nipple and at the same time she undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed everything down. He was as naked as her.

She dropped down and took his hardening cock into her mouth. She reached around him and caressed his ass while her tongue teased him until he was fully hard. She stood up, took his hand and led him into the living room. He sat down on his sofa, his cock at full attention. She stepped up onto the sofa, put one foot on either side of his body and squatted down. She reached between her legs and guided his cock so that the tip of his knob was just between her labia nuzzling into her entrance.

She spoke for the first time since arriving. “So this is it. The point of no return. The ultimate betrayal. The ultimate excitement.”

Slowly she lowered her body. She was already very wet and aroused. At first her body resisted slightly and then he slipped inside her. She rose up and then sunk down again, gradually working his entire length into her.

“So how does it feel? How does my married body feel?”

“Wonderful,” he replied. “It feels like a special gift, a privilege, that you are letting me have something so precious.”

She started to move her hips back and forth, moving is cock inside her cunt. He reached up and flicked her hard little nipples with his thumbs. She reached down between their bodies and with one finger started to masturbate her clit. They were both excited and knew that this would be fast, intense sex. There would be time for leisurely sex later.

“Shit, this feels good,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard.”

He started to thrust his hips in time with her, pistoning his cock hard into her. He wouldn’t be able to last long. He could feel that he was close.

Suddenly she squeezed her cunt tight on his cock and moved her hips back and forth much faster, sliding his cock almost out of her before dropping down hard on him. “Cum for me,” she demanded. And he did. His orgasm burst and he could feel his cock pumping warm jets of cum deep into her cunt. “Oh god that feels so good. I can feel your cum inside my married pussy, you wicked man.” She rubbed her clit a little more, he pinched her nipples, and then she was cumming too, her cunt pulsating with her orgasm, milking the last few drops from his cock.

She slumped down against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. His cock was still inside her as the final quivers of her orgasm shook her body.

“OK?” he asked.

“More than OK. What was it you said the other day? Letting you into my married panties.” She laughed. “It’s almost worth getting married because adultery is apparently so much more thrilling than regular sex.”

He moved to withdraw his softening cock from her.

“No,” she said. “Stay inside me. Now that I’ve made the ultimate surrender I don’t want you to leave.”

“Well, I’ll have to leave. But I can come back soon.”

“Mmm. We can take our time next time. But this time I just wanted you to cum. The idea of feeling your cum inside me was so hot. I’ve been imagining it all weekend.”

“Was it as exciting as you imagined?”

“Oh yes. Addictively exciting. I’m going to want to feel it a lot more.”

Chapter 2: Laurasshole

It was a Friday, just after lunchtime. Laura was half-asleep. Her husband was still in another city for the week, her kids were in school, and she was in bed with Alex, her lover, reliving the feeling of his cock inside her. Thick. Thrusting. Pumping pleasure into her. And she could feel his cum seeping from her pussy, her married pussy where his cock was never meant to have been. Ever.

“OK?” he asked her.

“Yes. I still can’t believe I’m here. I always told myself I’d never do this.”

“And then you met me.”

“Yes. And you were totally shameless about seducing me. I still don’t know how you did it so fast. In less than twenty-four hours you had my pants off. Worse, in fact. You persuaded me to take them off myself.”

“You loved it.”

“It was such a thrill. So wrong and so good at the same time.”

“You’ve not looked back since.”

“No, I don’t think a week has gone by that I’ve not been over a couple of times. Most weekends I can’t wait for Monday. It’s Friday again so I can’t fuck you for a couple of days.”

“Let’s do it anyway.”

“What?”

“Fuck over the weekend.”

“While my husband is around?”

“Yes.”

“It’s too dangerous. Even though I’d love to. It would be such a thrill. Even more…I don’t know…against the rules.”

“Just go out shopping and come here instead.”

“We’d have to be quick. No lying around for ages in bed.”

“That’s fine.”

“And…”

“Yes?”

“You couldn’t cum in me…in my pussy. I can’t risk getting caught.”

He laughed. “I’ll just have to cum in your ass then.”

“Oh my god, I’ve never done that. Do you know how to? I mean without hurting me.”

“Yes. I’ve done it before.”

“It always seemed so bizarre. And maybe painful. Something ordinary people didn’t do.”

“Tomorrow we do it.”

“Just the idea is so hot. You are going to fuck me up my ass while my husband is around. And I’m going to go home and he’s probably going to fuck me in my pussy that same evening. God, that’s depraved. I’m not sure I can do it.”

“Why not?”

“I mean I want to…it’s making me wet just thinking about it. I’m so mixed up. I love my husband dearly but sex with you is just so good. It’s like when I used to smoke. I knew I shouldn’t but I had to keep having another cigarette, just one more and then I’d give it up.”

He slid his hand down her back and let his fingers slip down the crack of her ass until a fingertip felt the rough pucker of her tight virgin asshole.

“And here’s a new addiction for you. Anal sex. So intense, so dirty, so thrilling.”

He started to roll his finger on her asshole, gently probing her with just the tip of his finger.

“That feels so forbidden. As if it’s illegal. Let’s try it next time.”

“Tomorrow. It’s a weekend treat. Like brunch. You can’t have it on a weekday.”

“Oh god, you are so fucking wicked. OK. I’ll try. I can’t promise completely I’ll be able to get away. But tomorrow afternoon…are you busy?”

“I am. I’m going to be fucking your tight little virgin married asshole.”

She reached between her legs, took his hand, and moved it from her asshole to her pussy.

“Just feel how wet the idea of it is making me.”

He curled a finger between her lips and just penetrated into her opening. As she had said she was dripping wet. He slid his finger further up, rubbing a little of her wetness onto her clit.

“No, stop. If you start doing that I’ll be late to pick the kids up.”

She leapt up and went to the shower. Ten minutes later she was transformed from the naked lover savoring the feelings of her recent orgasms to the demure mother driving to school to take her kids home and to her husband returning that evening.

Early the next afternoon his phone beeped. It was a text from her saying she’d just left. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation. Fucking Laura was intensely exciting at first, but like all sex it became less exciting as it became more routine. But today would be different. The first time they’d fucked when her husband was in town. The first time she’d let him into her ass. The first time she’d let anyone into her ass.

He let her into his apartment. She flung her arms around him and kissed him.

“I’m clothes shopping for an hour or two,” she said.

“Well, we’d better get you out of your regular clothes and see if we can find something that will fit you. What do you think of this?”

He held up an anal plug, shaped like an ace-of-spades but not so thick, and not black but incongruously sky-blue.

“What is it?” she asked.

“A plug. For your ass. To get you used to having something in there.”

“Wow. It looks big. Scary.”

“We’ll go slowly. And then…”

“…and then your cock. My god, I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I should have picked a guy with a thinner cock.”

The two of them went to his bedroom where they undressed each other. They rolled onto his bed.

“What do I do?”

“Lie on your front. Put your hands underneath yourself so you can masturbate your clit.”

He spread the cheeks of her ass and looked down at the tight little brown asterisk that was her asshole. He bent forward and started to gently touch her there with the tip of his tongue, moistening the puckered skin.

“That feels so weird,” she said. “Weird but good.”

When her asshole was well-lubricated with saliva, he sat up and replaced his tongue with a finger, circling her asshole, gradually pushing his fingertip into the very center and starting to open her up. As she started to relax he pushed the first little bit of his finger into her.

“Wow, that feels different.”

He started to fuck her ass with his finger. Slowly but firmly, gradually working his finger deeper into her virgin hole. When the muscle of her ass grew accustomed to the invasion, he pulled out of her. Unseen by her he dribbled a little lube onto the blue plug. Then he positioned it and pushed the narrow end in, stopping when the wider part started to meet with resistance.

“This will be intense,” he warned. “It might even make you cum.”

“I’m halfway there already just from stroking my clit while you fingered my ass.”

He pushed the plug a little harder, watching as her asshole distended around the blue plastic as the wider part started to disappear into her.

“Oh god, that’s extreme. Right on the edge of pain. Like my first time. In my pussy, I mean. Losing my virgin…ouch, that’s too much.”

He backed off the pressure a little, pulling the plug almost out of her before pressing it back in.

“Tell me about your first time.”

“It was my last year in high school. I was lying on my bed with my then boyfriend like we’d done lots of times before. I’d given him a handjob before and I’d let him finger me. But that was as far as we’d gone. I’d never let him get my pants off, see me naked. I suppose nobody had seen me naked.”

As she told the story of her defloration, he gradually worked the plug deeper into her ass as her body gradually surrendered.

“I suddenly decided to just get it over with instead of playing games as to how far I would go. My jeans were already unbuttoned since his hand was in them. I pushed them off along with my panties. Pretty brave, really, looking back on it. Even when I was older it always seemed like a special little surrender when I let a man see my pussy. His cock was rock hard since I’d been stroking him while he stroked me. I just straddled him and kissed him. He had a broad grin on his face as I pushed my body back. I could feel his cock just in the right place, in my pussy entrance. I pushed back. It was a bit painful but also unbelievably exciting. Just like you are doing with that thing in my ass, I kept pushing a little more into me, keeping the pain bearable as gradually his cock entered the warm, wet tunnel of my pussy. Once he was fully in me it was fine.”

With perfect timing the ass-plug’s widest part slipped into her ass and the plug locked into place, a surprising rectangle of bright blue nestling between her ass cheeks.

“I fucked him like that, on top, for a bit. Then we separated and took all our clothes off and I lay on my back and he fucked me like that. I made him pull out before he came, since we weren’t using anything, and he squirted cum all over my stomach. Pretty good for a first time compared with most of my friends. I’m getting close to cumming, it was surprisingly arousing telling you that story.”

He squirted a little lubricant onto the head of his cock.

“Ready?” he asked as he slowly pulled the blue plug out of her ass.

“I can’t wait. But be gentle as the old saying goes.”

He positioned the head of his cock on the tight little brown pucker and pushed forward. Her relaxed asshole immediately opened to receive him and gradually, as he continued to push, his pink knob vanished into her ass. He pulled back a little and then pushed forward again, forcing a little more of his cock shaft into her.

“Oh my god,” she groaned as inexorably his rod penetrated into her rectum. “That is fucking extreme. You feel so thick.”

He started to fuck her, slowly, but on each forward thrust gradually inching his cock into her. He could see her fingers rubbing her clit faster.

“Oh my god I think I’m going to cum,” she suddenly squealed. “I can’t believ…oh shit, wow, can you feel it. It…oh…oh…it feels like my asshole is pulsating.”

As her orgasm wracked her body he started to thrust harder, his cock starting to move more easily as her twitching asshole relented under the remorseless attack.

“Oh fuck, you feel enormous,” she moaned as finally the full length of his rod vanished inside her body. “Like you have a rolling-pin in me.”

Her asshole was at that perfect point, still tightly clamped around his cock but loose enough that he could move easily. He lowered his body onto her back, pressing her into the bed. His mouth was just by her ear as his hips continued to rise and fall above her cheeks.

“You dirty little girl, letting a cock into your ass,” he whispered. “It feels hot doesn’t it? You came almost immediately you naughty girl. And you know what? I’m going to make you go on top now.”

He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. He held his cock vertically. She stood so that her feet were on either side of his chest and lowered herself so she was squatting over him. She reached between her legs and positioned his cock back between the cheeks of her ass and then sunk down taking him back into herself. He reached forward and pushed two fingers between the pink lips of her pussy and into her warm wet cunt. She gasped as his fingers slid into her, both her holes filled.

She started to raise and lower her body, sliding his cock back and forth in her ass. At the same time he started to finger-fuck her, sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt. His fingers could feel his cock inside her, moving in her ass alongside.

“I’m going to cum,” he said. “Make me cum, you dirty girl. Make me fill your ass with my cum.”

She started to thrust her hips a little faster. His orgasm swelled up within him and then he started to climax, pumping thick gobs of white cum deep into her rectum.

She lifted herself off him and rolled to one side then snuggled up against him.

“That was amazing. Not what I expected. It felt so taboo, criminal almost, but also so thrilling.”

“So you’ll want to do it again soon.”

“God yes. When I came it was unbelievably strong. I’ve not had such a powerful orgasm for ages.”

“Even I could feel it.”

“Right. I’ve got to get going. My shopping time is nearly up. Pity I didn’t manage to find anything to buy.”

“Do you want a shower?”

“No. Too obvious. I might get my hair wet.”

She got off the bed and started to pull her clothes back on. He got up and got dressed too.

“How’s your ass,” he asked.

“Throbbing. I think it’ll keep reminding me all day. It’s a nice memory. Oh, I just remembered…”

“Yes?”

“We are having a party next weekend. Quite a few people you know will be there. You can come too as long as…”

“As long as what?”

“As long as you can behave yourself. Not do anything that risks revealing…well, us. This.”

“So I can’t push you down onto your knees and make you suck my cock in front of everyone.”

She laughed. “Well, that would be really hot, I have to admit. But the later divorce proceedings, not so much.”

“Are you going to do me in the ass again next time?” she asked.

“No, I told you it’s like brunch. Your ass is a weekend treat.”

“You make my ass sound like eggs Benedict.”

He laughed. “Maybe I should drizzle your asshole with hollandaise sauce before I lick you.”

“Anyway, I can’t possibly come over next weekend. I’ll be organizing or clearing up from the party.”

“Well my cock will be at your place. Your ass will be at your place. You never know what kind of party it might be.”

“Are you nuts? You are not going to fuck me at the party. Or even touch me. In fact, don’t you dare even try and steal a kiss when nobody’s looking. It’s too dangerous.”

“It would be totally erotic.”

“I’ll grant you that. But it would also be totally stupid. I’m very happy with life right now. I have a perfect husband and a perfect lover. You should be happy too. You have sex with me as much as you want and you don’t have to put up with the drab routine of everyday life living with me. And I don’t ever ask you if you are fucking other girls, never mind expect you not to.”

“What are you going to wear?”

“What?” she said, a bit confused at the change of topic.

“To the party? What will you wear?”

“My little black cocktail dress I expect. Why?”

“Don’t wear panties.”

“Oh god you are so bad sometimes. All my friends will be there.”

“I know. That’s why it would be hot. I’ll be the only one to know you don’t have any panties on.”

“I’ll feel naked. Vulnerable.”

“So you are going to do it?”

“You know very well that I can’t resist your challenges. Even when they are totally unwise.”

“And here’s another one.” He picked up the sky-blue anal plug. “Wear this too.”

“Oh my god. I don’t know that I can. I mean without panties too. That’s…risky doesn’t cover it. Certifiably insane more like.”

“You’d better practice during the week when you have pants on. Learn to keep it in place. If it comes out during the party it would be very embarrassing.”

“Oh my. This was going to be a nice friendly party. Now I’m going to spend the whole evening aroused with my asshole clenched tight.”

Alex arrived at Laura’s house and rang the doorbell. She opened it. He kissed her chastely on the cheek.

“Hi Laura, it’s been ages.”

Of course it hadn’t been ages at all. He’d seen her the day before. All of her. From every angle. But they had to be discreet at the party and act innocent, although he hoped for an opportunity to be a little naughty. She was wearing a black cocktail dress as she had said she would. He wondered if she dared to wear no panties. And even more daring, if she had the plug in her ass.

After an hour or so the party was in full swing. The noise level increased as the level of alcohol. He saw Laura try the door to the bathroom but someone was in there. He guessed that she would go and use the bathroom off the master bedroom so he quickly ran upstairs. A moment later she arrived. As she stepped into the master bathroom he came in behind her, shut the door and locked it.

“Are you nuts?” she said. “What are you doing?”

“Are you wearing panties?”

“No. It feels like I’m walking around naked below the waist.”

“And the plug?”

“Is in me. I’m on edge the whole time hoping I don’t sneeze or something.”

“Pull your dress up around your waist and bend over the sink.”

“Sometimes you are mad, you know. Exciting, but mad.”

But she pulled the skirt of her dress up around her waist, bent over the sink and spread her legs. He could see the blue plastic nestling between her cheeks just above the pink lips of her pussy already shiny wet with arousal. He reached out, and slowly pulled the plug out of her. There was a bottle of baby oil on the counter by the sink so he picked it up. He squirted some onto his hand and then rubbed her asshole. She was already loosened up from the plug she’d been wearing for a couple of hours so a couple of oily fingers slipped easily into the ring of muscle that guarded her tightest hole. Her tight hole where his cock had been just one time.

“What the fuck are you planning? He’s downstairs. I need to get back down too.”

“We won’t need long,” he said as he unzipped his pants. He rubbed his oily hand on his cock until it glistened. He positioned his cockhead on the center of her asshole.

“Oh my god, you can’t fuck me up the ass now. Not with him around…seriously.”

He pushed his hips forward, slowly but firmly. He watched her asshole expand as the pink cone of his knob forced her open and gradually vanished from sight.

“Nngh,” she grunted as he watched her asshole continue to distend around his cock. Slowly the thickest part of his cock disappeared into her ass. “Fuck, that’s intense. Slow down.”

“First you want me to hurry up, then you want me to slow down.”

“OK wiseguy. Go slowly getting into me. And then cum fast. I can’t believe you are doing this. It’s idiotic.”

“It’s hot.”

“It’s hot and idiotic.”

He held her hips firmly and started to fuck her tight ass, making short strokes of his cock into her tight brown hole. As her asshole got accustomed to the assault he started to make longer strokes.

“You know what would make it hotter. I’m not going to cum immediately. You have to cum first. It’s up to you how long we need.”

“Oh you can be so ridiculous, I don’t know why I have anything to do with you.” She reached underneath her body and started to stroke her clit. “At least I won’t need long. Anal sex is still so new and thrilling. My god, I’m close already.”

“I want to feel your orgasm. Feel your asshole pulsating on my cock. Feel those strong muscles trying to milk me.”

“I’m nearly there. Fuck me a bit faster. Help me get there.”

He started to thrust his hips more vigorously, almost pulling his cock out of her ass before slamming forward until his belly pressed against her cheeks.

“Don’t forget to be quiet.”

“Oh, I hope I can. I’ll grit my teeth. Here it is. Fuck me, fuck, fuck… nngh…nngh…” She made little grunts through her clenched teeth as the waves of her orgasm radiated through her body from her clit and her asshole. Her asshole clamped down tight on his cock, so tight he could barely move in her, and then he felt the contractions of her orgasm as her body pulsated with pleasure. Gradually her quivering asshole calmed down. He continued to fuck her hard, speeding up a little now.

“I’m getting close too,” he whispered. “Ready?”

She pushed her ass back against him in time with his thrusts.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe we are doing this. Your cock in my ass with my husband downstairs. It’s arousing and terrifying at the same time. Cum in me. Let’s get this over with.”

A few more thrusts and he started to cum. He felt the warm jets of sticky cum pump out of his cock deep into her rectum.

“Oh wow that still feels so dirty. You cumming inside my ass.”

He pulled out of her asshole and zipped up his pants. He pushed the blue plug back into her ass.

She stood up letting her skirt fall back around her legs. “We are crazy doing that. OK, you go downstairs first. I came up here to pee and I still need to.”

“Would you like a treat?”

“What now?”

“You can wear panties the rest of the evening. But you have to keep the plug in.”

“You are going to get us caught one day.”

“And when you come to my house next weekend I want it already in there. You have to put it in before you leave. Kiss your husband goodbye with the plug in your ass before you drive over with it throbbing from the car seat. And when you arrive we will replace it with my cock.”

“You are a piece of work.”

“But you’ll do it, won’t you?”

“You know I will. Just…”

“What?”

“Be careful. It’s thrilling and wonderful and everything, but I want to stay married too.”

He slipped out of the bathroom. A few minutes later she rejoined the party. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything about their little trip upstairs.