I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really believe
I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either. In my first life, I'm a
happily married, 35-year old wife and mother and a very successful attorney
working for one of the Delaware Valley's top firms. I'm smart, good-looking, eat
right, exercise, and have a body that my critical eye says still looks pretty
damn good in a small two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am a wanton slut
that will do whatever my young-stud lover wants me to do. Scott, my lover, is 21
years old and works at our firm doing odd jobs, delivering papers, photocopying,
mail-boy, etc. By all definitions of the word, he is a "hunk." He works out and
his body is rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've
ever seen on a man. I am very much the professional in the office, but at office
luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I just can't
help it. At first, Scott was the perfect target for my flirting: good-looking,
young, single, and very aware of my status and position in the office. He was
always fun to tease, always a good sport -- until a Christmas party at a
partner's house. In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Phil, at
my side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening. Later in the
evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my arm
and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Scott. "Come here, you cockteaser." He
hissed, as he closed the bedroom door behind us. I didn't say a word because I
assumed he was now kidding me in return, or maybe he had had just a little too
much to drink. His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the
green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened
to his touch. "No, Scott! What do you think you're doing? My husband is
downstairs!" "I'm breaking a cockteaser. In my neighborhood we know how to deal
with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met. When I'm through with
you, you won't tease me anymore." His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out
of place, so beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and
had to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation was
turning me on. I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it
was Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing
me to respond. Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to
me or felt me the way Scott was. This was new and exciting. I fell back almost
willingly when Scott pushed me back on to the bed. "Scott! Stop it! Are you
crazy?" I was protesting, but I was also keeping my voice low. Scott ripped down
his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He threw my skirt up over my
face, pulled down my pantyhose and, instead of removing my panties, he merely
pulled the elastic crotch far enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick
into my already hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm of my life on his
second stroke. When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled at
him, "Wow! I really can't believe that happened, Scott. It was great, but I
can't believe I just cheated on my husband!" Scott grabbed the back of my head
and pulled me to his still-hard cock, "Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean." I took
his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then licking our juices
from its length. As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why
cockteasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that's the only way they
know how to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast." I heard him, but
was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much attention to what he was saying.
Finally, when he was clean, he returned his meat into his pants and zipped up.
He walked out of the bedroom without another word, and by the time I had
reassembled myself and returned to the party, he was gone. That night was the
beginning of my descent into raunchy sex. I didn't know it then, but Scott had
given me something I could no longer live without. Until Scott took me on that
bed, I never knew sexual excitement like that existed. I had never been that
aroused, and I wanted more.
At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car and demanded a blow
job. There was never any question of doing what he said to do. I vividly
remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and wanted more. I
gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual. Every afternoon, in
my $400 business suits, I'd be sucking on my stud's hot cock as his hands roamed
over and in my body. He'd fill my mouth with cum, and watch me swallow it, and
then I'd lick him clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother. On
Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me to be there by noon on
Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Phil that I was preparing for a trial,
which always entailed extra hours at the office. When I arrived at Scott's, he
pointed me to the bedroom and told me to undress. For the next three hours I was
held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Scott tired
this girl out! His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I
became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my release
was about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He
fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole. He sucked my nipples
and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and back and breasts and my
pussy. Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he couldn't
compare to Scott. I didn't want the afternoon to end. I wanted Scott to fuck me
for days. I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Scott around
the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday, slut."
"I'll be here." "See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."
"I'll be waiting, Scott." It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the
following Saturday was even better than the first! Scott was so young and strong
and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed.
But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another long week between
Scott's fucks. Every night, during our garage blow jobs, I begged Scott to let
me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until midnight and just
about crawled home and into my bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the
first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life -- I was
physically and sexually addicted to Scott.
On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived. "This is my friend,
Sean," smiled Scott. I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a
while. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with the
fucking! I get hot just being close to Scott. Scott patted me on the knee and
smiled again, saying, "I told Sean you'd give him a blow job, before he left."
"No, Scott, I can't do that." I couldn't understand why Scott would say that,
and wondered how far he was going to push me. "Well, Babe, then I guess you
better get your coat and get the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me." I
knew Scott was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a
few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Scott's pleasures so easily. "Okay,
Scott, I'll do as you ask." With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and
sat on the edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down
to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips
around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth. Before Sean
came, Scott entered the bedroom. He was naked and seemed to enjoy watching me
fuck Sean with my mouth. His dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as
Sean exploded in my mouth. I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the
next several hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same
time. It became obvious that Scott's favorite position was pounding his cock
into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's cock. My body was sore and tired as
I drove home from Scott's apartment. I couldn't believe that, up until about 4
weeks ago, only my husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been
used and abused by two young studs. I wondered why I didn't have regrets or more
guilt.
The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and kinkier. I
continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday for the next couple of
months. Most days Scott was alone, but Sean did show up occasionally and the
3-way was repeated each time. In late March, Scott told me to get there a little
early and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a skirt, too
short for anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very
high heels. "Put these on, Patti. I'm having some friends over to watch
basketball, and you're going to be our waitress." I definitely didn't like the
sound of that, after my experience with Sean. "Scott, please don't make me do
this. I don't want to entertain your friends -- just you. I'll wear this outfit
for you." Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand. "No problem, Patti. You know
the rule -- you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore. It's that simple. You
wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever come back." An hour
later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up than I have since I was
14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three friends. My tits, ass
and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every
opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses until one of the
new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to sit on it. Of course, and as
usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on and I was only too happy to
position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling my short skirt up, and slowing
lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head and began
to attack my tits with his mouth and hands. That started the party in earnest.
After that first fuck, I moved from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five
guys as fast as they could shoot their load and get hard again. I was having a
ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive, willing woman available
to take care of their animal urges, these guys were crude and rude and gross.
One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as he poured beer on my tits and
pussy and lapped it up. Another guy pulled his cock out of my mouth as he
started to come, and shot his warm, sticky jism on my tits, and then lifted each
one up to my mouth so he could watch me lick his cum off my nipples. Sean laid
on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock. Another guy, Dave, stood
over Sean and I sucked his prick into my mouth. Within a few minutes, a third
guy walked over and stood watching. I reached for his erect penis and jerked it
off until he shot his cum all over my face. The sight of the cum must have been
enough for Sean and Dave, because they both came within seconds of each other.
For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, I serviced their
cocks. They were no longer men to me, only jerking, pumping, shooting cocks. And
I loved every minute of it. Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole
thing had been for me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get
dressed and to go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans and groans
because I was leaving. When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink
and Phil was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the
shower. I smelled like a whore house next to a brewery. I was shampooing my hair
when the shower door opened and Phil stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on.
My guess was that he woke from his nap with an erection and wanted me to do
something about it. Without a word, I leaned back against the wall and let my
husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I thought about him adding one
more gooey load to the 10 or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had
my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.
After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while. Everyday after work, I
give Scott a blow job. He lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks
and almost every Saturday. Sean is usually there on Saturdays, and sometimes,
Dave also shows up. It doesn't matter to me whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I
service them all -- letting them do whatever they want to me. Last week was the
ultimate demand by Scott. After work, he handed me a bag and told me to come to
his apartment at 10:00pm that night, wearing a lot of make-up and the contents
of the bag. I told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a
Friday night. Scott told me to be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked
away. Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that trust,
but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some women from
the office for a bachelorette party. I didn't know then how close to the truth I
was. I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a
black garterbelt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn't easy, but I
stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra make-up in the
visor mirror, and put on my raincoat. Music was blasting through Scott's
apartment door and I had to knock several times. Finally, Scott opened the door
and held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment and
announced, "The entertainment's here. Get the groom ready!" More yells from
inside followed. Scott curled his finger for me to step inside. His living room
was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR.
In the center of the room was a good-looking guy sitting in a desk chair, with
his hands behind him. Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen.
This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean.
The rest of you -- well, hold on to your balls! "Our dear friend, and
groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not get a stripper for the party. It seems
he didn't want to risk any hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to
remain pure! "I didn't think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here's
what happens. Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could have
had, because....." Scott opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room,
"...the Sex Machine is here!" For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of
the 12 guys there. Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time
it was no more than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn't long after I
started, that Gary began to beg to be released. I tempted him with my tits and
ass and snatch, but Scott refused to release him. Finally, when things slowed
down, Scott asked everyone if Gary should be allowed to change his mind. Most of
his friends booed the idea, but Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it. We
tried thinking of a challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my
thighs from my overused and overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Gary
could fuck me, he had to eat me clean. Gary didn't hesitate. I laid down in the
center of the room, where the men could see their cum over and in my pussy.
Scott untied Gary and he fell on top of me, diving into my cunt. The room burst
into cheers as I came and came. At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his
meat up inside my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on
top of me. I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs. Scott wrapped my raincoat
around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a present
for me in my pockets. I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and
cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent
hours in a dentist's chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed
teeth marks. I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?" When I got home, I
dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom. All was quiet. Then, I
remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets. In each was a video
tape. I couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape, so I put one in the VCR
and hit "PLAY." I couldn't believe it! It was a tape of this evening's
festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what Phil would think
if he saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I stretched
my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell Scott no more parties.
One-on-one with him, only. I just don't know what I'm going to do if he says "no
way, slut." THE END
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