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Authors name: Lara Writer (lara_writer@hotmail.com)
Story title : Richard's
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Richard's (MF, rom, oral, mast, cheat)
By Lara Writer (lara_writer@hotmail.com)
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A story about how a wife betrays her husband and is
renewed and empowered by the act. Lara begins as an
ordinary woman but becomes a sexy slave to the physical
and intellectual thrill of cheating on her husband.
***
My story begins when I was still married to my first
husband. He and I had been having a hard time living with
each other. I suspected that he'd been having affairs and
although he didn't know it, I'd been having thoughts
about what life would be like as a single girl. Although
I was thirty years old, I'd never been with a man other
than my husband. We'd met as teenagers and married in our
early twenties.
I am a small-built woman (small breasts and a neat and
taut bottom) with a slim figure that I work at keeping in
trim. I have shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes.
People say I'm attractive and I like to think that I know
how to use clothes and makeup to show off my best
features. I get the odd compliment but its not like
everyone turns to look at me when I walk into a room or
anything. I don't think of myself as anything special,
but rather as a pleasant, intelligent and well-groomed
woman. My husband liked me to dress well and so I usually
had nice clothes to wear even to work. I preferred short
skirts and light blouses.
I usually follow the guys and girls from work to a pub on
Friday after work. Back then; Friday was pub night, my
husband and I would go out separately with our friends
from work. One guy from work, Richard, was especially fun
and always trying to get me to be a bit naughty. I
enjoyed being flirty with him. Nothing serious, just a
kiss or two and maybe let him "accidentally" touch my
breast through my clothes.
One Friday night, only Richard and I wanted to go to the
pub. Richard suggested that I follow with him to
Southtown. That's a long way from where we work in Coast
City and an even longer distance from my home. I don't
really know why, but I agreed to go with him anyway. In
the car on the way to the pub, I started to talk about
how things weren't working out at home. Nothing personal,
just a little about how we never did anything together
and that I didn't like my husbands friends. Richard
didn't say much, but I felt like he sympathised.
When we got to the pub Richard introduced me to some of
his friends and we got to talking, dancing, drinking (of
course) and generally having fun. During the course of
the night I realised that Richard's friends didn't know
that I was married and I didn't say anything either. As
usual, after a couple of hours, Richard started his
flirting with me. I don't know why, but on this night, I
responded more than usual. Before too long we started to
kiss a lot. There was real passion in those kisses.
Richard's friends wanted to go home, but I sure didn't.
"Can't we stay here a little longer?" I asked him.
"OK," he said, "we'll stay out for a while but I want to
go somewhere a bit quieter. I know a coffee shop not far
from here."
Once at the coffee shop I realised why Richard had chosen
it. It was a series of small rooms with booths where a
couple could be together relatively privately. We chose a
booth and I sat down beside Richard instead of opposite
him as I usually would. When we got our coffee, I decided
to order cake as well. I still wasn't ready for this
night to end and a little piece of cake can last a long
time if you eat slowly.
"Having a good time tonight?" He asked me with a warm
smile and put his arm around my waist.
"You know I am." I said and moved in closer to him.
I looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed me
gently. His tongue flicked out and I opened my mouth and
let him kiss me deeper. Because I wanted to keep on
kissing him, I stretched out my tongue and explored his
mouth with it. God, I was feeling so excited!
"Mmm, you're a pretty good kisser, I bet you've had lots
of practice." I said while letting my eyes slide down his
chest to his crotch.
I pushed my chest against his side and let my hand touch
him low on his stomach. His hips rose slightly off the
bench seat and I knew that he wanted me to move my hand
even lower. Feeling brave, I did so. My hand was now just
inches above the bulge in his pants.
"So how come you don't have a girlfriend?" I asked
teasingly.
"Oh but I do," he replied.
He hadn't told me he'd gotten himself a girlfriend. I was
jealous. My eyes must have given away the disappointment
I felt, because he continued "you."
I let my fingertips trace a line along the beltline of
his trousers and smiled at him.
"Richard," I flirted with him, feeling openly pleased, "I
can't be your girlfriend. I'm a married woman."
I hadn't taken my hand away from his lower abdomen and I
noticed that the bulge in Richard's pants was becoming
larger with each passing second.
"Yeah, but when we're out like this tonight, it doesn't
feel like it would be wrong to describe you that way. And
I think that you like to pretend that you're a single
girl when you're out with me."
"Oh no," I answered, "I like to pretend that I'm with
you." When I said that, I realised that it was true. I
kissed him again, holding nothing back this time.
We broke off the kiss when the waiter came with our cake
and I mumbled something about cold coffee. I took up my
cup and began to sip at it. Richard did likewise but I
saw that he was a bit disappointed.
"Don't sulk." I said.
"I'm not," he replied, "but I am a bit frustrated."
Saying this, he raised his hips off the seat again and
tried to pull at his trousers so that his erection wasn't
quite so strained. I couldn't help myself and giggled.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"You" I said and reached over and gave him a firm squeeze
through his pants. I heard the way his breathing stopped.
I looked up at him, smiled and said, "Kiss me again, I
liked that."
Richard didn't have to be asked twice and swiveled in the
seat so that he could half face me. He placed his hands
on either side of my waist and kissed me with an open
mouth. I felt how my crotch had warmed up and that my
nipples had started to harden.
Richard let his hands start to glide up towards the
undersides of my breasts. I didn't try to stop him, as I
would normally have done. Instead, I broke off the kiss
and looked down at his pants. His erection was now
clearly visible.
"Sweetie," I said with what I hoped was a flirty twinkle
in my eye, "you really need to do something about that,
what if someone sees?" So saying, I traced the down the
length of the bulge with the nail of my index finger.
Richard reddened and tried to adjust his pants, to no
avail. He let his left hand rest in his lap, trying to
hide the bulge.
I looked at him and felt an enormous attraction to this
man. He was so sweet. Even now, he hadn't tried to press
the issue and get me to sleep with him.
"Come here silly." I chided softly. I kissed him again
softly and this time, I kept my eyes open. I took his
right hand in my left and placed it on my rib cage so
that his thumb and forefinger caressed the underside of
my breast. I noticed the way his left hand had begun
moving in his lap. His hand moved upwards to caress my
breast and my already swollen nipple. I felt as if it
would burst. Desire ran through me like a lava flow,
pooling somewhere deep in my pussy. My labia filled with
overheated blood and ached to be spread open. I squeezed
my thighs together and felt how the warm wetness began to
spread out to my panties.
Finally, he said it. "Come home to my place."
I nodded and we left quickly after paying the bill
walking hand in hand to the car. It was still only about
10:30 pm and the warm summer night air did nothing to
cool me off.
Once back at Richard's place, things became a bit
awkward. I'd never been to his house before and the ride
home had given me time to think a little about what I was
doing. Richard sensed this and instead of continuing
where we'd left off, he asked me if I wanted a drink.
Sitting in his living room on the sofa, it seemed that
the coffee shop was a dream. On the other hand, I
couldn't forget how much I wanted to make the dream come
true. I snuck a look at Richards pants. I could see a
small, dark spot of wetness from pre-cum. It made me
horny again.
Without a word, I moved closer to him and put my arms
around his neck. I kissed him. I knew that this time
there would not be any chance to break off. Richard moved
his right hand quickly to my breast. My nipple responded
and I felt how his hand cupped the entire breast. He
squeezed firmly and let it slide out of his hand slowly.
My hard nipple was the last to leave his fingers. I was
vaguely aware that my breathing was a kind of panting,
sighing intake of air that was making me feel light-
headed. Richard moved his hand inside my blouse and tried
to feel his way inside the bra cup. Brazenly, I leaned
back and undid a couple of buttons.
Richard moved over so that he was lying half beside me
and half on top of me. I could feel his hard-on pressing
against my hip and I spread my knees apart a little, so
that he could move his leg between mine. He began kissing
my neck and throat. I started to move my hips back and
forth, letting my cunt rub against his leg. He opened my
blouse completely and I reached around behind my back and
opened my bra. I didn't take it off. He pushed my bra
upwards so that my tits were showing and I reached down
and began fumbling with his belt. This was not a
particularly successful effort and I could feel my
frustration rising. I reached down further and pressed my
hand firmly against his cock. It was longer than my
husbands but not as thick. I rubbed his length with my
hand, feeling a growing sense of delight in my boldness.
Richard sat up and undid his pants without taking them
off.
"Wait a moment." I half gasped.
I stood up and took off my clothes. Richard started to do
likewise, removing his shirt and tie. He tried to grab
for me but I didn't let him.
When I was down to my panties, with my bra hanging
loosely around my shoulders, I asked hoarsely "Where is
the bedroom?"
Richard led me there. I slid out of the rest of my
clothing and pushed him back on to the bed and started to
kiss him again. My cunt was really hot now. I could feel
how swollen my pussy lips were. My clit hardened was
almost unbearably hot. The juices flowing from my hole
made me all slippery between the lips. Now that my
panties no longer confined me, my pussy sort of ached for
something to put pressure on it. Though I desperately
wanted to play with myself, I couldn't quite work up the
courage to do it. I'd never masturbated for my husband
and even if I'd never been this hot before, I couldn't
quite break out of my old shell.
"Lie there, just like that." I commanded.
I kissed his throat then moved my kisses down to
Richard's chest and pushed at his pants so that he could
kick them off. Through his boxer shorts, his cock looked
even longer than I imagined.
I could smell the manly scent rising from him. "God you
smell so good!" I nearly screamed the words.
I pulled the shorts down and off his legs.
"Let me be the leader here." It was more of an
instruction than a request.
Getting on to my hands and knees at the foot of the bed,
I looked up at him, straight into his beautiful eyes. His
cock was as rigid as a steel pole. Still looking up at
him I leaned forward and licked along the shaft.
Richard reached down to my hips and pulled me around so
that we were head to foot, me kneeling over him. I licked
his cock and sucked the tip with pursed lips.
I felt how his hands moved between my thighs and his
fingertips caressed my cuntlips. With the tips of his
fingers he began pulling the lips apart and as he did so,
he dipped the forefinger of either hand into the opening.
"Yes, keep doing that, just like that" I begged. I was so
excited that this was happening. I was brazen, wanton. I
was taking control of my life and beginning a sexual
liaison with an attractive and sensitive man in the full
knowledge of the hurt this would cause my marriage. The
thrill of being so careless with my emotional life took
hold of me and swept me up in an overheated wind of
carnal lust.
I felt how Richard smeared my cunt juices around all over
my cuntlips. I moaned uncontrollably and put my own hand
between my legs to begin touching my clit.
"Fuck me." The words were whispered from the mouth of
someone else, someone new. Richard's fingers began moving
rhythmically between my cuntlips pressing my clit and
touching the edges of my cunt hole. I drew a hand that
had been tickling my clit to my mouth and smeared cunt
juice on my lips.
Richards cock, just a few inches from my face, was
glistening with pre-cum. I reached over to it and began
licking around the head. He tried to move his hips so
that I would have his cock in my mouth, but I wouldn't
let him.
"No," said with the other woman's voice, "not yet. I want
this to go slowly."
I began moving my hand up and down, stretching the skin
of his cock in time with the movements of his fingers in
my cunt. His cock, already so hard, began to throb. I let
my mouth glide down as far as I could, but try as I
might, I could not get the whole length in without
feeling a gagging sensation.
"Damn it," the voice had a sobbing quality to it now,
"please, I want to let you fuck my throat," it said. I
plunged my mouth down on to his cock again and felt how
it slid in, deeper and deeper. I didn't stop when I felt
the gag reflex this time, instead I concentrated on
relaxing. Richard pushed at the back of my head and
raised his hips. My mouth was being violated, but it felt
wonderful.
Richard's fingers were now at the opening of my cunt hole
but instead of penetrating me, he began stretching my
cunt apart so that even the hole was stretched. I was
surprised at how good that felt. I knew that he was able
to see my entire cunt, even the hole. I imagined that he
could even see inside of my cunthole a little way. I was
grinding my hips back and forward. He was letting his
fingers dip into me a little way with every back thrust
while at the same time keeping the pressure on to stretch
the hole. I needed release.
I lifted my head and groaned with pleasure. His cock was
now an angry red colour and I began pumping it with my
fist while sucking up and down the length from the base
of the shaft to the tip. I was sure that if I came now I
wouldn't be able to stop myself from screaming aloud.
"Stop," he grunted "I won't be able to hold back if you
don't."
Richard thrust a finger into my cunt while his other hand
played with my clit. My stretched out cunthole did
nothing to resist when he pushed a second finger into me.
I wanted him to stretch me even more. To my delighted
gasping, Richard began using his thumbs to stimulate my
clit while he pushed two fingers of his left hand deep
into my dripping snatch.
"Use me." I gasped loudly.
He introduced a third and fourth finger into my cunt and
I pushed against them so that they disappeared into me up
to the bottom set of knuckles.
"Stretch my cunt. Fuck me with your whole hand." I
pleaded.
I began to cum. The contractions of my pussy were so hard
that they were pushing Richard's hand out. I nearly cried
with the strength of the feelings that were washing
through my entire body.
Quickly turning around, I slid my hot wet cunt down on to
Richards pole. When my husband and I made love, I never
vocalised. I could orgasm without a whimper, just
breathing hard. I don't know what came over me this
night, but I began to say things. Words that I've never
used.
I half-yelled deliriously, "Fuck my cunt. I'm yours. I'm
your fucking, whoring slave. Treat me like a slut. Make
me do perverse things. My cunt is ready for everything
you can give it. Cum in me and on me. Shove your
beautiful cock in my pussy and bite my tits."
Richard slammed his hips against mine and began fucking
me harder than I would ever have believed it was possible
to do. Still it wasn't enough. Why couldn't his cock be
thicker and even longer?
I ground down on him, wanted him to stab his cock up into
my heart and kill the pathetic, stunted girl that until
now had lived inside me. I would become this other person
that had taken hold of my body.
I leaned forward so that his mouth could reach my tits. I
felt the sharp edges of his teeth biting my nipple and
the pain was intensely pleasurable. I started coming and
Richard blew his wad, filling me with his seed. Each
pulse of his throbbing pole shot through me like fiery
electricity, making me cum harder and longer than I'd
ever been able to before.
Richard pushed me from the side to get me to lie down.
"Oh shit, I don't think I'm going to be able to move
again." He panted.
I lay on my back with my knees wide apart.
"You don't think we're finished yet do you?" I asked.
"Here, let me wake you up a bit."
I swiveled around so that we were once again head to toe.
I could feel his eyes on my cunt as though he could touch
me physically just by looking at me. I was so aroused and
I kept trying to think of sluttier things to do. Richard
thought I wanted him to lick my cunt but I pushed him
back.
I raised myself on one elbow. Staring him in the yes, I
reached down and began rubbing myself. I pushed one, two,
then three fingers into my cunt and then I started
licking them. There was no turning back now. I would do
every slutty thing I'd ever thought of and things that I
hadn't ever thought of before.
"I want you to watch me." I said, and rolled over on to
my shoulder and knees with my arse in the air.
I took my index finger, which was wet with cunt juice and
began playing with my arsehole. At the same time, I began
rubbing my clitoris with the fingers of my other hand.
"Do you like it when I play with myself Richard?" I
asked.
I had never even wanted to have my arsehole touched
before, but now, on this magical erotic night, I could
think of nothing else so pleasing than pushing my finger
into my arse. This wasn't enough though. I wanted Richard
to violate my arsehole and I told him so.
"Push your finger into my arsehole and finger fuck me." I
demanded.
Richard, my lovely gentle Richard, looked doubtful. I
took his hand and guided it to where I wanted it. His
cock must have been sore it was so hard. I let go of my
clit and raising myself on one elbow again, I sucked his
cock into my mouth. I could feel the palm of Richard's
hand on my arse cheek and his probing finger in my
arsehole. In seconds, I began to shake uncontrollably,
quivering with orgasm after orgasm. It took only a couple
of strokes of my mouth up and down on Richards cock
before I could feel that he too was going to come.
I'd always hated fellatio and never let my husband come
in my mouth. Tonight though, I wanted to taste Richards
cum. I didn't even stop my sucking when I felt the first
spurt into my mouth. I let my lover spend himself
completely in my mouth. Richard's hands had left me and
so turned a little more towards him and kissed him. There
on my tongue and lips was the cum that he had just
spurted in my mouth. I pushed him backwards and let his
cum dribble out of my mouth. I spread it over my face and
then, moving my hands down I pushed my fingers back in
between my legs. I was a slut and loving it!
Richard had moved back up the bed and was reaching out
for me to do the same. However, I was still not ready to
do that. His cock had softened and was lying half hard on
his thigh. I looked around the room and saw a bottle of
deodorant on the night table. Without even thinking, I
reached for it. It was shaped like a cock. I pressed it
into my cunt and began using the bottle like a dildo. It
was cold and hard. I had never experienced anything like
the arousal I was feeling tonight.
At home, I have a vibrator but this deo bottle was
entirely different. I wanted Richard to see how raw and
debased I had become and so I remained on my knees in
front of him. The damn thing wasn't thick enough. I
needed to be stretched wide and penetrated deeply. There
was a wine bottle out in the living room.
"Wait here." I panted.
I ran out and got it and came back in the bedroom to see
that Richard had propped himself up in bed with a couple
of pillows. I took the wine bottle and pushed the neck
all the way into my cunt so that it was really deeply
inside me. Then I started humping it, the way that women
hump dildos and things in a porno movie. Richard began to
play with himself as well. I wanted to push the bottle
further in but I was worried about doing internal damage.
I shuddered to another tumultuous orgasm. I pulled the
bottle out again with a sigh.
Now I began rubbing my cunt up and down. I took my
fingers and spread the cunt hole and now I could feel my
climax coming. I began to cum hard. I came and came. I
didn't care about my husband. I would let Richard do
anything with me for as long as he wanted to. Richard's
cock was at full attention again and I pushed myself over
him. The juice from my cunt was making slushy, squishy,
gooey sounds as we fucked.
I pressed my lips to his ear, "Come inside me."
"No." whispered Richard hoarsely with the same voice of
desire that I heard from my own throat.
"Do it." I pleaded. "Come in my cunt." He began to cum
again. My clit burned and my cunt was a raging fire.
"No, I've got a better idea." He grunted.
Instead of letting himself come, he grabbed the base of
his cock firmly.
"Good," I said, "you're good for more."
Richard pushed me off the bed and stood with me at the
side of the bed.
"Get on the floor." he instructed.
"Lie on your back on the floor."
I didn't know what he wanted, but I was eager to let him
do anything. He took his cock and pointed it at my face.
Within a couple of strokes, it started to squirt come. I
was surprised but I didn't move. I let the come splash on
to my face and soak my hair. I opened my mouth and he
came on my tongue. Never in my life would I have believed
that I would allow such a thing, let alone find it so
erotic.
My hands moved automatically to my cunt and I let my
fingers stroke my clit and cuntlips. I started coming
again. Richard's come was all over my face, but I didn't
care because the feeling of being so slutty was driving
me insane.
Richard watched while I began to cum again. I let myself
go so completely that I was afraid I would piss as well.
"Aargh," I grunted incoherently when the last convulsion
was over. "I can't believe I could come again, I've never
been so turned on in my entire life!"
Richard's cock began to wake to life for the last time
that night. I wanted him to use it on me but I was aware
of how covered in ejaculate I was.
"Lets shower." I said.
He led the way to the shower. I let the hot water rain
down on me from above. I turned my face up to the spray
and imagined the last dregs of the old me running down
the drain with the water that was flowing over me.
Richard took a bottle of shampoo and began lathering my
hair. I took the shampoo from his hand and pushed my
bottom against him.
"Fuck me in the from behind." I told him, while spreading
shampoo all over my arse hole.
Richard started to push his now stiff cock into my back
entrance. I guess that it was because all the muscles in
the lower half of my body were so tired, that I could
relax my sphincter so easily. The pain of his entry was
in any case much less than I'd expected.
To make his entrance easier, I put one foot up on the
edge of the bathtub. His cock could reach quite a long
way in to my arsehole. I took the shower nozzle and
played it against my pussy.
"Yes my love," I encouraged him, "press your cock all the
way in."
Richard's hands squeezed my small tits and I bit my
bottom lip feeling the sweet hot pain of his cock nearly
splitting my ring muscle. I started coming again for the
last time that night and that triggered Richard as well.
His spasms were short-lived and not half as powerful as
they had been earlier.
Richard pulled his cock from my arse and I could feel the
way that my ring muscle spasmed. I collapsed to a sitting
position on the floor, the shower nozzle flailing about
beside me. Richard turned off the water and pulled me to
my feet. He kissed me softly.
"I don't want you to go." He whispered. "I want you to be
mine, your body to only be for me."
"I promise that I am yours to do with what you will,
whenever you want." I replied. "I would do anything for
you."
Richard and I embraced a little before he fell asleep on
the bed. I snuck away out to the car and drove home with
his cum still trickling from my pussy and arse. My hair
was still wet when I got home and I was glad to see that
my husband was asleep so that I wouldn't have to explain.
I climbed into bed beside him, but couldn't sleep. My
thoughts were with Richard. I reached down and tried to
stretch open my cunt the way that he had done.
My husband woke. It must have been my movements that
disturbed him. The fool asked where I'd been. I said at
the pub. He said that they'd shut ages ago. "We went for
coffee after." I said feeling superior and contemptuous
of him. I didn't really care if he believed me. To my
amazement, he didn't seem to think it strange that coffee
had taken "ages".
Unfortunately for me, he was feeling horny and tried to
play with my pussy. I kept my legs together but when he
asked if I wanted to "make love", I said yes, and pulled
him on to me. The fool didn't even realise he was fucking
Richards sperm filled whore. His cock was already hard
and it slipped into me easily as I was lubricated with
the remnants of Richard's seed. I whispered, "fuck me
fuck me fuck me" but I was thinking of Richard and felt,
incredibly, how I started to come again. He came quickly
as he always did. I rolled away. He didn't notice my wet
hair and fell quickly asleep. Silently, I laughed at him
in my newfound confidence. I would make sure that
Richard's cum was always in my cunt when I fucked my
husband from now on.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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