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Authors name: Venturer (venturer@wowmail.com)
Story title : Meeting Natalie's Need
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Meeting Natalie's Need (MF, cheating)
by Venturer (venturer@wowmail.com)
***
Natalie is in her thirties and happily married, but her
husband recognises a subtle but significant change in
her sex-drive. The increase might be coped with better,
he suggests, if she visited a 'Singles Night' at a club
he's discovered. At length, she agrees, with more
enthusiasm than she's thought possible. Inevitably, as
she's making herself available, a particular guy makes a
big impression. The sexual action follows quickly and
enthusiastically, prolonged through the use of a
conveniently located hotel.
***
It wasn't as if it was boring, they both admitted that.
Life had been fairly good since they'd been living
together and was getting better. But there was no doubt
about it. Gradually, subtly, something had changed, or
rather developed, and Les knew he'd have to be the one
to do something about it because Natalie couldn't, or
maybe wouldn't.
He was 35 and, he considered, well in his prime. His
partner, at 33, had been with him for eight years,
though they'd been married for just three. Their sex-
life had always been good and certainly was now. In
their early years, they'd watched a few porno movies at
parties with friends from university. The habit had
stuck and they still did so from time to time.
It was this that had given Les the clue that something
needed freeing up. There was no doubt that Natalie,
despite feeling guilty about it, enjoyed them more than
ever. Even if she couldn't appreciate it, Les knew her
sex-drive had risen sharply in the past few years. She
got turned on far more easily than she used to be. She
could be persuaded to admit to coming home with
thoroughly wet knickers on occasions if she'd seen
someone particularly sexy.
To Les, it was quite clear. Although they fucked two or
three times a week at least, it wasn't enough. Or
rather, Natalie would greatly welcome some addition, not
to mention variation. Often, when she watched a porno
movie, she'd say things like 'I bet he'd feel good!' Les
had started to challenge her about it, but she denied
it.
Natalie was certainly aware that things had changed in
that department. The last thing she wanted to do was
split up from Les, but she now realized there were a
hell of a lot of attractive men in the world. They
turned her on, there was no doubt, and strongly at
times. She felt highly stimulated at times, she knew it.
Hopefully, her continued great fucking with Les would
help her through what she thought might be a temporary
patch.
Les, of course, knew better. Quietly, persistently, he
pushed the idea to her of how great it would be if she
were to fuck another man. 'Just for the experience', he
kept telling her. At first, as he'd expected, Natalie
had rejected the idea out of hand. However, even a few
weeks down the line, it didn't seem quite so crazy to
her. Daydreams, fancies of the imagination they might
be, but were great - and they had some very hot sex
while they shared them. For Natalie, although reality
was somewhere else, in another country, that land looked
increasingly like next door.
It felt like reality might not be so far away after all.
Gradually, Natalie got more enthusiastic, and Les knew
it. Laughing, she'd tell him she might do it if the
other man was a stranger and it was where nobody knew
her. On holiday, say? Then she might do it.
The daydream kept gnawing away at them. How close was
'might', Les asked her? They both knew the answer to
that was 'almost touching'. And then, by chance, on his
way back from somewhere, Les called in at a town about
an hour's drive from home, desperate for something to
eat. He found a pub that met his needs, but noticed that
it also had a private club attached to it. There was a
programme of events shown above the bar, including, it
told him, a 'Singles Night'.
He asked the girl behind the bar about what kind of a
gig that might be. She grinned, almost slyly, and told
him that was the place to go if you wanted to get picked
up. It hadn't started out that way, she told him, but
word had got around, so as long as you were reasonably
discreet. 'You understand?' she said, clearly thinking
he had himself in mind. Les did understand, very well.
He sauntered into the club and emerged five minutes
later with two memberships.
Once home, he quietly dropped his discovery into the
conversation in bed that night, just after they'd been
talking about Topic A again. Natalie was hooked, he
could tell, so he played it cool when she mentioned,
idly, that the club seemed worth a visit. Les agreed,
but wanted her to suggest what was on both their minds.
Eventually, Natalie asked him what he thought the
Singles Night might be like. He told her there was only
one way to find out.
So one night, in a moment of high sexual excitement,
Natalie said she wanted to go. Les smiled and told her
of course she did. For the next few days, she was
excited and terrified. But terror can subside to almost
nothing when you get used to a situation, and so it was
with Natalie. 'What if I did?' she'd ask him, 'you know,
what we talked about?'
Les assured her it would be no problem, she must do what
came to her on the spur of the moment. She was nervous,
she said, and asked him several times if he really
minded if she did it. But Les told her it was okay with
him. In fact, by now, if anything he was more excited
about it than she was. He knew that, after all the talk,
Natalie was, at last, desperately hot for this new
sexual experience, despite her nerves.
Les found out that the next Singles Night was on the
coming Friday. It was Natalie who suggested she might go
'just to see what it was like', having become far more
confident about the whole thing. At Les' suggestion, she
wore a skirt rather than her usual chinos, and one that
was flared as well as riding up above her knees. Her top
wasn't see-through, not quite thin enough to see her
nipples. Underneath, she had the lightest of her bras -
despite Les's suggestion, she knew she couldn't get away
without one - and some brief thong knickers. Natalie
hoped she was dressed up sufficiently to kill but not
look like a tart.
At Les' suggestion, Natalie went on her own, driving her
own car. 'I'd get in the way' he told her, knowing he
was sending his wife out with the intention of her
committing adultery. Natalie, meanwhile, was feeling as
horny as she'd ever felt in her life, knowing her pussy
really could be possessed soon by the prick of a perfect
stranger. However, she was still anything but sure she
could actually fuck someone like that. Would any other
man want her, for a start? She was very conscious of how
her pussy was already open and juicy.
She parked the car at the edge of the car park, next to
some open grassland. Mercifully, it was already dusk, so
she would not be readily recognized. When she got out,
the slight breeze ruffled her skirt and she felt it on
her thinly-covered pussy and her bare butt. She felt
very naked in the skirt and thong, but that's how she'd
wanted it and she was in no mood to turn back. Other
men, she told herself, might appreciate the sight of
what was, by now, a very hungry pussy.
Natalie showed her membership card and moved on into a
dimly-lit large room. The music was loud, but not too
upbeat - this was a Singles Night, so they were mostly
slower dance tunes. At first, she was trembling with
nerves, but that feeling rapidly diminished as, through
the dimness, she could make out she was anything but the
only attractively-dressed single woman in the place. She
told herself she was here with her husband's approval.
She was here to have sex if she wanted it, and that she
could have it if it was offered.
Natalie got herself a drink and then moved to sit by
herself at a table by the wall. She was quite confident
enough to cross her legs to show the few men actually
looking at her what she had. She was getting more
excited by the moment, though, and she could feel her
pussy was even juicier than it had been before. However,
making your mind up to pick up a man for sex was one
thing, but could she really go all the way with it?
Soon, a man came across and asked her to dance. She
agreed, and after a short time she felt him holding her
against him. Natalie felt his prick rising, giving her a
sexy, wanton feeling to rub against this stranger's
erection. He asked her if she'd like the next dance,
too, but she was less than impressed, despite the ready
way his prick had hardened against her. She'd wait for
someone else.
The wait was a brief one. Another stranger approached
her, altogether more attractive. Taller and bigger-
built, he was much more what she had in mind. Natalie
got bolder, now reminding herself that Les wouldn't mind
in the least if she really did fuck another man.
Suddenly, she knew it was for real. She could let
herself go as completely as she liked. If she wanted
this man to fuck her, and he wanted to do so, she could
encourage him until he did so. And she could fuck any
other man she chose, too. In other words, she had the
freedom, in this place at least, to behave as they'd
imagined in their fantasies.
She looked at the man she was dancing with. Yes, Natalie
decided, she wanted him to fuck her. She put her hands
on the stranger's butt and pulled him tighter to her,
pressing her breasts to his chest, and rubbing gently
against him. Opening her legs, she held him against her
until she had his hardening prick rubbing close to her
clit. Natalie had never imagined she would do such a
thing with a stranger, but yes she could!
By the time the dance was finished, she could feel her
nipples were very sensitive, while her pussy was very
wet. It needed a cock, she knew it did, and soon - she
was just aching to fuck! She could feel her new friend
had generated a very full erection. When the dance
finished, she didn't let go of him, waiting the few
seconds for the next dance. Readily, he stayed with her
for another few minutes of horny arousal for both of
them.
Afterwards, they sat down together. Fortunately, the
seat was in a dimmer part of the room, allowing them
more freedom than other places might have done. The man
turned towards her, and Natalie soon found herself in
the midst of a lengthy clinch. As he kissed her with
increasing passion, his hands moved across her body,
sending shockwaves to her pussy. Repeatedly, he fondled
her nipples, now hard enough to push through her bra and
her top. She ran her hands up and down his back,
savouring the feel of his muscles.
The man's hand moved down to her thigh. Natalie opened
her legs much wider, encouraging him to move upwards.
The man did, sliding his fingers slowly up to her pussy.
Natalie did her best to convince him she wasn't just a
prick-tease. Her nerves had long since been swept away
in a tidal-wave of arousal, and all she could think of
was fucking him. She felt his fingers easily push aside
the thin crotch of her thong. God, how she loved it when
his fingers started exploring her slippery opening! And
she knew what was likely to happen next.
Unable to resist, despite the brief time she'd known the
man and their partial visibility to other people,
Natalie move her hand to his crotch. She started
caressing his big erection, moving her hand up and down
the hardness in his trousers. It felt deliciously warm,
even through the material.
Her pussy, which he continued to stroke, was absolutely
throbbing for his prick. Natalie knew she was giving
herself to a total stranger, as much as he wanted to
take, which could be everything if he wanted it. Deftly,
she undid his trousers not caring if they were observed,
and slid her hand inside his boxers. God, his prick felt
so good! It was so hot, too, and she felt the dribble of
his pre-cum seeping down the shaft. He was moving
inexorably towards a climax, while she herself
desperately wanted to cum. 'Not yet,' she thought,
'please not yet!'
They had to leave, and now, or they'd end up fucking on
the floor. "Let's go somewhere more private," she
whispered. By now, Natalie wanted him to fuck her so
much she might have done it there and then if he'd
wanted them to. By now, she'd fuck him wherever he
wanted to fuck her. Surely he was going to fuck her,
wasn't he? Rapidly, he did his zip back up while Natalie
smoothed her skirt down. Unsteadily, they rose to leave.
He had intended taking her to his car, but before they'd
gone a few steps, they started kissing passionately
again. While they did so, the man undid Natalie's
blouse. Then he freed her breasts over the top of her
bra, allowing him to stroke and fondle her nipples far
more freely. Natalie felt lifted on a rising tide of
absolute pleasure. This was what she'd needed for so
long - direct, sexual attention, to relieve that ache
that she felt so often deep inside her pussy.
She felt a hand lift her skirt hem up past her hips and
then slide across to the honeyed sweetness between her
thighs. Natalie moved her legs wider, giving him easier
access, not caring that she could be making a thorough
exhibition of herself. Where anyone could be watching,
she had her breasts were exposed, her dress lifted up,
and a stranger's fingers pleasuring her open pussy. But
the very wantonness of her actions only excited her
more. Even if it was dark, the thought of other people,
casual strangers, being able to see her casually fucking
made her even more excited.
They never made it to the privacy of the car. He laid
her down on the grass at the rear of the club, but still
in full view of passers-by. Natalie was, indeed, going
to get a very public fucking, but by now she didn't care
as long as it really was a fucking. As he knelt before
her, her hands went to his trousers to undo them. She
pulled them down, followed by his underpants. Quickly,
he pushed them from his ankles. His stiff prick sprang
free, very erect and splendid in size.
His hands slid under her arse, which she lifted for him.
In a move she realised he must have done often before,
his fingers slid inside the waistband of her thong and
slipped it down to the top of her thighs. In seconds,
the flimsy garment lay on the grass by her feet. Free at
last, Natalie opened her legs wide to make it easy for
him. She ached to be fucked, but moved her hand to his
prick while he caressed her clit and pussy with his
fingers. It wasn't huge, but right then it was all she
could have wished for. Her pussy pulsated as she thought
of taking it all inside her.
Then he moved closer. There were people passing close
by, she could hear them, but by now she didn't care if
they saw or not. She lifted her legs high and wide so
the stranger could fuck her easily. Then, she helped him
position his phallus just right. Slowly, he moved
forwards. At last, she felt her pussy-lips being parted
as he started to ease his prick inside her. At long
last, Natalie was, indeed, being fucked by another man.
Her hands went to his butt and started to pull, so eager
was she to have him fuck her at last. His thickness
stretched her wide, then wider, as he pushed into her.
Deeper and deeper she felt his prick penetrate her.
Natalie had never felt so stretched and filled, it was
fantastic. At last his pubic bone rubbed against her
clit. She gasped out her intense pleasure, telling him
how good his prick felt.
In seconds, the man's warm fullness was moving slowly,
smoothly, in and out of her pussy. A couple of minutes
after that, he was thrusting his cock in and out of her
very firmly indeed. Natalie wailed her delight,
imploring him to fuck her as hard as he liked. In
another couple of minutes, the torrent of exquisiteness
reached an impossible new high. Her eyes tight shut, her
head rolling from side to side, her stranger's thrusting
brought on the orgasm of her life. Natalie's hips
writhed and bucked wildly beneath him as she tried to
making the feelings even more intense. Through it all,
she felt his prick firmly pulsing in and out of her
burning, yearning pussy. All she could think was 'fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me.'
After her orgasmic explosion, the man continued to fuck
her energetically. Natalie lifted her thighs high up
round his waist so she could take his thrusting prick
fully inside her. He was fucking her more quickly and
strongly now. She took hold of her knees, now up beside
her chest, and pulled them wide apart so it felt like he
was gloriously splitting her apart. His prick head was
touching her cervix with every thrust, she could feel
it, and she just hoped her birth control pills really
were as strong as she thought they were. They were going
to need to be!
It felt he like fucked her for ever, but it can't have
been for more than a few minutes. Natalie came again and
again, losing count of the times. Finally, as her latest
orgasm was ebbing, he thrust his prick hard into her and
held it there. Natalie felt his body stiffen. New waves
of orgasmic pleasure broke over her as she felt this
strange man spurting squirt after squirt of his warm
cream into her, spurting it strongly against her cervix.
He kept his prick deep inside her until he'd finished
coming. Then, his cock slipped gently out of her.
Natalie was still in an orgasmic haze as he slowly
disengaged from her, kneeling in front of her once more.
She felt too empty too quickly. God, she thought, what a
fantastic fucking! She wanted it again, and soon. He
searched for his trousers to get dressed, while she
pulled her skirt back down and re-buttoned her blouse.
The man offered to take her home, or go to her place
maybe? Natalie refused, convincing him that what had
just happened was the only thing that she wanted. She'd
just wanted him to fuck her, not some kind of
relationship and that they should part with that memory.
Looking regretful, he rose and then turned to head
towards his car.
Natalie knew that, despite the intensity of their
fucking, she wasn't really satisfied yet. She wondered
just how keen he was to fuck her again. After all, she
still had that feeling of emptiness in her pussy. On
impulse, she moved after him. Did he really want to fuck
her again, she asked? His eyes lit up. Definitely, he
said. Well, she said, they could compromise. Why didn't
he take her over to the small hotel down the road? They
might just let them hire a room for a couple of hours.
Seconds later, she was in his car heading down the road.
They almost dashed for the room. Once there, they pulled
the clothes from each other in renewed eagerness. It was
liberating to be totally naked with him, and God, did
his prick look good! For the full two hours, he gave her
the kind of fucking and all-over sexual attention she'd
previously craved but only dreamed about. Sex with Les
was good, very good, but this was on another planet.
Three more times she had the fantastic sensation of his
cum spurting up against her cervix. It was pure sexual
bliss, far better than any daydream, however wild.
Afterwards, when they were both exhausted, he took
Natalie back to her car. She refused to give him any
personal details, saying if he went to Singles Nights
regularly, he'd be sure to meet her again. And yes,
she'd fuck him again, willingly. Smiling, he thanked her
- as she did him! - and he moved off back to the pub.
Unsteady again, Natalie climbed into her car and drove
home. When she got there, Les was waiting. One look at
her told her all he needed to know. Natalie told him
that maybe they ought to go to bed.
Once there and naked, she told him everything, letting
him examine a pussy that was still oozing profusely with
sperm. It turned Les on far more than either of them
could have imagined. His prick was soon inside her, and
he fucked her firmly. Very soon, she was moaning and
squirming under him. As her writhing increased, so did
the vigour of Les' fucking. At last, Natalie arched her
back yet again that evening, and as the orgasm surged
through her, she felt more semen, this time her
husband's, spurting out within her.
Once Natalie's spell was broken, there was no stopping
her. She went to the Singles Night regularly, as well as
using the hotel when she needed to. Les noticed she
became less moody and more contented. Liberation had
certainly met a need.
END
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