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Story title : Angie's Only Mistake - Part I
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Angie's Only Mistake Part I (M+/F, slut-wife, reluc, gb)
By MercySlayer (mercyslayer@yahoo.com)
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Angie Miller's heart pounded as she waited inside the
minivan for Jason to check into the motel.
Angie and Jason worked together for the past two years.
There were always idle flirtations with each other, but
nothing compared to what was happening now. Angie
enjoyed Jason's attention.
At age 40, Angie felt she looked great. She kept her
38C, 24, 36 body firm with weekly workouts at
Jazzercise. After three children, the Jazzercise gave
Angie the body of a twenty-year-old. At almost 5 feet 10
inches tall, Angie had to watch her weight, but the
Jazzercise kept her at a thin 140 pounds. She cut her
long hair short about two years earlier with she noted a
couple of gray hairs. The short hair was easier for
Angie to wear frosted in the style of most women. Her
husband, Brad, hardly noticed or commented on the
haircut.
Angie and Brad had been married for 21 years and in the
past three or four years, Brad paid little attention to
Angie. Brad was always working and too tired on the
weekends to go out, except of course to play golf with
his best friend and business partner Dave. It seemed to
Angie that Brad and Dave should be the married couple.
They were partners in their construction business and
although the money was good, Angie wished that Brad
would pay as much attention to her as he did Dave. Dave
was divorced and did not have any responsibilities
except himself.
About a month earlier, Angie shaved her pubic hair for
the first time to just a little tuft and wore some sexy
thongs and demi-bra trying to get Brad's attention. Brad
had sex with Angie, but Angie felt he did it out of
obligation more than desire. Angie wanted to be desired
and that as the void Jason filled.
Jason started working at Angie's company about two years
earlier. He was a "messenger" and looked to be about
twenty-five. Jason was over six feet tall, long blond
hair and very blue eyes. Although he wore baggy clothes,
Angie could see that his body was very muscular. Angie,
as a corporate vice-president's secretary was always
needing Jason to deliver or get items so Angie
interacted with him several times a day.
From the beginning Jason was attentive to Angie,
commenting on her appearance and her attractiveness.
Jason was a flirt and Angie in her heart knew that his
flirtations were insincere, but his comments still made
her feel good about herself and the way she looked. In
the past six months, the flirtations progressed from
just a few compliments to discussions about sex,
occasional touching on the arm or leg.
About two weeks earlier, Angie wore her thongs to work
with some thigh-hi stockings just to feel a bit sexier.
The dress she wore was very clingy and a little shorter
than normal. Everyone commented on how great she looked
and Angie hoped Jason would notice. Angie was not
disappointed as Jason's eyes widened and he let out a
slow whistle when he saw her. Angie blushed and
admonished Jason in a light-hearted way about the
difference in their ages. Then Jason made a comment that
stunned Angie.
"You have a come-fuck-me look today, that's dangerous
around me," Jason said.
Angie pretended she did not hear the comment and rushed
off to the restroom. Once inside, Angie sucked in her
breath deeply as she felt the moisture between her legs.
She went into one of the stalls and shut the door. Angie
lowered her thongs to the floor and lightly touched
herself. She gasped at the little shards of electricity
that went through her. Angie found that her cunt lips
were swollen with excitement and her clit ached to be
touched. Angie sat in the restroom and slowly rubbed her
clit thinking about Jason's comments until she exploded
in a powerful orgasm.
Angie's last orgasm was over six months ago and the
release almost completely drained her. Angie sat on the
toilet for another 10 minutes trying to regain her
composure before returning to her desk. She did not see
Jason the remainder of the day and when Angie got home
and removed her thongs, the material at her crotch was
soaked. That night Angie tried desperately to interest
Brad in sex without success. Angie was horny for the
first time in many years and was unsure what to do about
it.
Angie did not see Jason for a week and thought he was
embarrassed. She overcame her feelings of want by
reminding herself that she was 40 and the mother of
three children. However, everyday she found herself
searching for Jason. Finally he appeared and came right
to her desk. Angie braced herself, but again as he
approached felt the moisture between her thighs.
"I think you are about the sexiest thing around here,"
Jason said in a low whisper just inches from Angie's
ear. "Meet me in the storage room at noon."
Jason picked up the packages and was gone. Angie tried
to slow her breathing. She would not meet this young man
anywhere she thought to herself. But her heart was
pounding rapidly and Angie was curious. It was now 1030
in the morning. Angie busied herself with her work and
tried to stay out of the bathroom even though she wanted
to "relieve" herself.
At noon, Angie made her way to the storage room against
her better wishes. The storeroom was in the basement and
was a very large room that contained supplies and boxes
of files. As Angie entered the storeroom, there was no
light. Angie smoothed her skirt. Today Angie was wearing
a mid-calf length skirt and blouse. Underneath her
skirt, Angie wore conservative bikini panties,
pantyhose, and a white bra. Angie was very nervous and
her heart was racing as she tried to find a light.
"Don't turn on the light," she heard Jason order.
Suddenly two strong hands turned around Angie and
Jason's lips found hers. Angie blurted out an objection
as Jason's hands starting pushing her skirt upward. When
Jason's hands squeezed Angie's asscheeks underneath her
skirt, Angie let out a moan. Angie was like putty as
Jason guided her back into the storeroom, kissing her
and massaging her buttocks as they walked. When he
stopped, Jason broke his kiss, drop down in front of
Angie and raised her skirt above her waist.
Angie looked around the storeroom, unsure of how to stop
this young man. Angie just stood still as Jason hooked
his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and hose.
Quickly Jason pulled the clothing down to Angie's knees.
Angie mumbled protest as Jason spun her around and
pushed Angie over onto a stack of boxes. Angie groaned
as she felt the Jason's cock penetrate her cunt from
behind. He was a lot larger than Brad but his cock slide
into her cunt like a knife into butter. Angie was so wet
and so horny that Jason pounded her only a couple of
times and she exploded into an orgasm.
Jason placed one hand over Angie's mouth to make sure
her moans and screams were not heard. With his other
hand, Jason unbuttoned Angie's blouse enough to slip his
hand inside and under her bra and cup her 38C tits.
Jason pounded Angie's cunt from behind and pinched her
hard nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
Angie started cumming again. She was shaking her head as
her third orgasm started when Jason stiffened and she
felt the enormous cock grow inside of her. Jason grunted
and started thrusting in short drives and he sprayed the
walls of Angie's cunt with his sperm. Angie was thankful
her tubes were tied as Jason milked the last drop of cum
into Angie and collapsed on top of her still cupping
Angie's tit.
"That was great," Jason cooed and kissed Angie's neck.
Angie was in shock. She was not sure what to do. There
was a tremendous amount of guilt in betraying Brad.
Angie was a virgin when she and Brad met and he was the
only man she had ever been with. Now, she was in a
storeroom being fucked by a man 15 years younger. Yet,
Angie felt a strong sense of fulfillment after three
orgasms. Jason was still kissing her neck when he
released her breast. Angie felt his limp cock slide from
her cunt. Angie just lay still across the boxes trying
to regain herself. She never even heard the door close.
Angie finally sighed deeply and stood up, panties and
hose bunched around her ankles. She pulled them up,
smooth out her skirt and looked around for Jason. He was
nowhere to be found. Angie exited the storeroom and
quickly walked to the nearest restroom. Inside, she
looked in the mirror. Her blouse was still unbuttoned
where Jason massaged her tits. Angie could see the firm
whiteness of her breasts straining at the top of the
bra. More disturbing to Angie was the glow in her
cheeks, that "fresh-fucked" look she used to have when
she and Brad first married. At the thought of Brad,
Angie tried to rationalized what happened with Jason.
"He seduced me," Angie reasoned, "it's a one time
thing."
Angie went into the stall and removed her panty hose and
panties. Her panties were soaked and smelled like a
mixture of cunt juices and cum. Angie removed her
panties and wadded them up and threw them between her
legs in the toilet and flushed. She next took toilet
paper and tried to dry herself between her cunt lips.
Large globs of sperm dropped obscenely from her cunt
into the water of the toilet bowl. Angie found her clit
still enlarged and so sensitive that just the touch of
toilet paper threatened to send her into another orgasm.
After several moments, the cum stopped leaking from
Angie's cunt and she was able to dry herself.
She flushed the toilet again and pulled her pantyhose
over her bare cunt and ass. Angie straightened her skirt
and left the stall to check herself in the mirror. A
quick fix of her short hair and removal of her smeared
lipstick and Angie was back to herself except for this
feeling of sexual satiation. Angie returned from her
lunch break and quickly went back to work. But her
thoughts were preoccupied with what she experienced at
the hands of Jason. It was exciting that a 25-year-old
found her attractive and wanted her sexually. Even
though Angie felt it was a one-time thing, she obsessed
about the next time she would see Jason.
"Damn Angie, are you lost in thought, I've called you
three times," Mr. Jamison said aggravated.
Mack Jamison was the vice-president over Angie. Angie
was daydreaming about Jason and not paying attention to
Mr. Jamison. His stern voice startled her back to the
realities of her job.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jamison, what do you need?" Angie
replied trying to focus her thoughts on her job.
The remainder of the day was mundane for Angie. She did
not see Jason again. Angie thought about making up a
reason to bring him up to the office, but decided
against it. Angie was torn between the wrongness of her
actions and the wonderfully sexual excitement she longed
for and missed.
The next day just before noon, Jason arrived again. He
smiled at Angie and moved quickly up to her side.
"Jason, that was a one time thing," Angie tried to say
with conviction.
Jason's hand was on her ass, kneading her left asscheek.
Angie could feel her cheeks burning with excitement and
embarrassment.
"Stop it," Angie said with fake anger, "not here."
"Right," Jason cooed and blew gently into Angie's ear.
Angie quickly glanced around the office to make sure no
one could see what was happening.
"Jason, no," Angie protested.
"Right, Ms. Miller, not here," Jason responded as if he
never heard Angie say no, "I'll meet you at the Exxon
station down the street after work and we'll go
someplace."
Angie wrestled the remainder of the day with Jason's
suggestion. She was determined to not let this proceed
any further. As Angie left of the day and got into her
car, she could feel the moisture between her thighs
again. Just the thought of Jason fucking her left Angie
with a rapid pulse. As Angie left the parking lot
instead of turning to her Jazzercise classes, she turned
the car toward the Exxon station. Angie pulled her
family mini-van into the station and saw Jason standing
inside. He ran out and jumped into the passenger seat.
"There's a hotel at the other side of town, let's go
there," Jason said and placed his hand on Angie's thigh.
Without saying a word, Angie drove the minivan as Jason
directed.
As Angie recalled the events in her mind as to how a 40
year old, mother of three, happily married woman came to
be sitting outside a Days Inn on the other side of town,
she saw Jason with a key in his hand return to the van.
"I got a room on the back side," Jason said and leaned
over to kiss Angie.
As Jason unlocked the door to the room, Angie quickly
glanced around the parking lot. Her van was out of sight
and this was about five miles outside of town.
Angie allowed Jason to take her hand and lead her into
the dimly lit room. As soon as the door was shut, Jason
gently took Angie's face in his hands and planted a
warm, wet kiss on her full lips. Angie felt Jason's
tongue probing and opened her mouth slightly to allow
his tongue inside. Angie felt Jason's hands raising the
skirt she was wearing above her thighs and the grabbing
but of her buttocks in his hands and lifting her off her
feet. Jason broke the kiss and carried Angie over to the
bed. Lying Angie on the bed, Jason fumbled with the
zipper of her skirt. Angie lay passively on the bed
while Jason removed her skirt, pantyhose, and panties.
"I like the way you have trimmed," Jason said and
crawled on top of Angie kissing her again.
Angie responded to the kisses from Jason, searching his
mouth with her tongue. Her passion and want was rising
and she soon was kissing and roaming her hands over
Jason's body.
Jason unbuttoned her blouse and while Angie removed the
remainder of her clothing, Jason stood up and stripped
off his shirt, jeans, and underwear. Angie gasped as she
saw Jason's hard, erect cock for the first time. She
thought it was at least 10 inches long and 3 inches
thick, circumcised. Jason was significantly larger than
Brad. Angie reached out and took Jason's massive tool in
her hand and pulled him to her.
Jason kissed Angie's neck several times then started
working down to her breasts. He squeezed the soft;
mounds between his hands then took her nipple in his
mouth and gently pulled it inside and started a slow,
tormenting suck of first one breast then the other.
Angie felt her pussy juices starting to flow. Jason left
her breasts and slid to her navel, kissing Angie's body
along the way. His tongue darted around her navel, then
Jason slid his mouth between Angie's thighs. Angie felt
his tongue dip between her swollen cunt lips and arched
her back.
"Oh God, that feels wonderful," Angie whispered and
spread her legs wider, opening her cunt to Jason's
tongue.
Jason lapped at Angie's clit, then would run it down the
center of her cunt to her vagina. Angie was becoming so
wet that her juices were soaking the bed linen. Jason
would stick his tongue deep into her cunt, then glide it
back to her clit. His hands were tantalizing Angie's
breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. Angie's
nipples now ached and were sticking out at least an inch
from her areola.
Angie was rapidly approaching an orgasm from all the
oral and breasts stimulation. She could not remember the
last time Brad made love to her in such a way. As Jason
pulled Angie's engorged clit into his mouth he
simultaneously pinched both of her nipples between his
thumb and forefinger hard. A scream of pain escaped
Angie's lips but was followed by an incredible orgasm.
As the orgasm continued Angie needed to be fucked in the
worst way. Jason was sucking her clit now and Angie
could no longer stand it.
"Please, please stop teasing me and fuck me," Angie
begged.
Angie was relieved when Jason stopped. He placed both of
Angie's legs over his shoulders and then pushed them
toward Angie's chest as he lowered himself downward.
Jason's cock found Angie's splayed open cunt with no
difficulty. Her orgasm and the stimulation left Angie so
wet that Jason's 10-inch cock slide between her cunt
lips and into her vagina like a knife into hot butter.
Jason started slamming himself into Angie, fucking her
hard. Angie pushed her hips upward to meet each of
Jason's powerful thrusts. Jason placed his hands under
Angie's upturned buttocks and lifted her ass off the
bed. With her thighs pressed against her chest and
Jason's hands lifting her buttocks, Angie felt Jason's
cock driving past her cervix and filling her so full.
"I think I found new pussy," Jason said breathlessly as
he continued to pump in and out.
Angie did not respond except to grunt and moan as
another orgasm took over her body.
She shook from the intensity as Jason continued pounding
her pussy.
"God, fuck me hard," Angie pleaded.
Jason obliged and shoved his enormous dick as deep as he
could into Angie's cunt. Finally, Jason started
increasing his thrust and the force of each downward
motion was pushing Angie into the headboard. Angie felt
Jason tense and his cock swell inside her. As Jason shot
his seed deep into her cunt, Angie exploded again in
orgasm and contracted her cunt muscles to milk every
drop from Jason. Jason collapsed on top of Angie and
then rolled off. Angie was wet with sweat and watched as
Jason jumped up and went to the bathroom. Angie was
amazed that he was still partially erect. Angie remained
on the bed savoring the afterglow of multiple orgasms.
Angie saw Jason returned from the bathroom. His cock was
erect again and in his hand Jason carried a towel. He
stood at the edge of the bed, his cock sticking straight
out, and Angie watch with curiosity as he tore the towel
into four long, strips.
"Now for some fun," he said to Angie.
Angie was shocked as Jason grabbed her hips and flipped
her over onto her stomach effortlessly.
"What are you doing?" Angie said a bit anxious.
Jason was on top on Angie and pulled her arms upward to
the headboard. He quickly looped the towel around her
wrists and tied her arms to each side of the headboard.
Angie struggled a little, but her curiosity prevented
any protested. Satisfied her arms were secured, Jason
jumped off the bed and tied the strips of towels to each
of Angie's ankles. He then pulled her legs to each side
of the bed and secured them to the supports.
"What is this? You're not going to hurt me?" Angie said
a little frightened.
Angie was now tied to the bed, spread-eagled on her
stomach. Jason did not say a word as he took a pillow
and lifting Angie's hip, shoved the pillow underneath
her pubic area. Angie felt the cool air as her cunt
opened open from the position she was in. Although Angie
was a little frightened, she could feel her cunts lips
starting to swell with anticipation.
"Now, I'm in charge," Jason retorted, "and I'm going to
have you begging."
With those words, Jason laid down between Angie's legs
so that his face was just above her opened cunt. Angie
tried to look behind her, but quickly realized what
Jason was going to do.
"No, I won't be able to stand it," Angie protested.
Jason ignored her as he lowered his mouth directly over
her cunt engulfing her clit and flicking his tongue
repeatedly over the taunt bud. Angie jerked upward and
pulled at the towels holding her securely to bed as
Jason continued to suck, bite, and lick her clit. Angie
tried to think of other things, tried to ignore the
fantastic feelings she was experiencing, but nothing
worked. Eventually, Angie was bucking her hips up and
down as Jason did not let up his masturbation of her
clit with his tongue and mouth.
"You've got to stop, you've got to fuck me, I can't
stand this, please," Angie begged over and over without
success.
"Damnit, noooooo," Angie squealed and pulled all four
extremities toward her as another orgasm overwhelmed
her.
Still Jason continued to give all his attention to
Angie's clit. Angie was bouncing and twisting her hips
trying to escape Jason's tongue. Her clit was unbearably
sensitive and she started to whimper as another orgasm
overpowered.
"God, please Jason, please stop," Angie again begged and
to her disappointed surprise, Jason raised his head.
"Only if you promise to be my slut, and do whatever I
say," Jason proposed.
"What?," Angie replied, "no, this is the last
timmmmmmme, oh Gooddd noooooo!"
Jason sucked her clit into his mouth and chewed on the
erect tissue. Angie's clit was almost the size of a tiny
penis from all the stimulation. Angie was again covered
in sweat and knew another orgasm would cause her to lose
her mind. Jason stopped again and repeated his demand.
Angie was exhausted with no resistance left.
"Yes, I'll do anything you ask!" Angie finally screamed.
"And say you'll be my slut." Jason added.
"I'll be your slut, and do anything you ask, I promise,
just fuck me, Jason, please, please," Angie submitted.
Also immediately, Jason crawled upward and lay across
Angie's back. Angie felt his hard cock at the entrance
to her cunt and tried to lift her hips to take it inside
her.
"Please untie me," Angie asked.
"No, I don't think so, I think I'll fuck you like this,"
was Jason's replied.
Jason shoved downward with his hips and his huge dick
was buried in milliseconds deep inside Angie's vagina.
Angie immediately experienced another orgasm.
Angie thrust her hips upward awkwardly not really
knowing how to be fucked in this position. Brad only
fucked Angie in the missionary position and Angie was
trying to position herself to for Jason. Jason shoved
the pillow higher under Angie causing him to penetrate
deeper into Angie's cunt. Angie thought his cock was
going to come out of her mouth. She felt so full and
being tied heightened her sexual excitement. Jason
fucked her in long, powerful strokes and reached under
her chest and grabbed Angie swollen 38C tits in his
hands and squeezed them hard.
As Jason fucked her for over twenty minutes Angie lost
count of the number of orgasms she experienced. She knew
that in the two times she had sex with Jason, she
experienced more orgasms than in a year with Brad. When
Jason finally came again, he pulled his cock from
Angie's cunt and shot his load into the crack of her
ass, another first experience for Angie. Afterwards, he
rolled off her and the bed and untied her and again went
into the bathroom.
When Jason exited the bathroom, Angie wrapped a sheet
around herself and went in after him. She glanced at her
watch and almost panic when she realized her Jazzercise
class had been over for thirty minutes.
"I've got to go," Angie said panicked.
Angie looked in the mirror, her hair was matted against
the side of her head and her makeup was almost gone. She
washed her face quickly and sat on the toilet. Large
plops of sperm dripped from her cunt and hit the water.
Angie tried to clean herself, but her clit was so
sensitive she could not stand to touch it at all. Angie
went back into the room and found Jason dressed. She
quickly pulled on her panties, skirt, and blouse leaving
her pantyhose off. Angie planned to change into her
workout clothes at a service station before getting
home.
On the way back to the Exxon station, Jason reminded
Angie of her promise to be his slut and do anything.
Angie blushed and without the sexual excitement present
was apprehensive.
"First, I want you to shave that tuft of hair from my
cunt," Jason said.
Angie was relieved, that was simple. As were Jason other
"orders" which included wearing only thongs, push-up
bras, and full skirts or dresses that were easily
accessible.
"That's it for now," Jason said as he exited the van at
the Exxon station.
Over the next few months, Angie spent two or three times
a week in the hotel fucking Jason. Jason taught Angie to
be an expert cocksucker, something Angie had only done
with Brad a time or two. Jason fucked Angie in every
position imaginable, from behind, standing, sitting, and
every time they were together, Angie experienced
multiple orgasms.
The only thing they were not able to do was have anal
sex. Jason tried to fuck Angie's ass on one occasion,
but it was too painful and so he stopped. But the sex
was tremendous and Angie loved being Jason's slut. She
dyed her hair blond including her eyebrows and it made
her look 10 years younger. Her skirts became shorter at
work as requested by Jason.
Once in a while, Angie would not wear any panties and
Jason would take her to their first location, the
storeroom, during lunch and simply pull her skirt up and
fuck Angie in a "quickie." Brad never noticed or
questioned any of the changes. Mr. Jamison seemed to
like Angie's "new look" and was nicer to her, especially
when Angie wore the shorter skirts, or a blouse that
revealed a little cleavage.
Jason and Angie carried on their affair for six months.
Angie was very comfortable went Jason and they became
regulars at the motel outside of town. After an
exceptionally vigorous session of fucking, Angie and
Jason left the motel much like they did each time. As
Angie pulled the van out of the motel parking lot she
noticed Dave's construction truck parked at the motel.
At first alarmed, Angie decided to ask Brad about it
when she got home.
"Sure, Dave was bidding a upgrade of that motel," Brad
said.
Angie noticed that Brad never asked what she was doing
out in that part of town. About two weeks later, Angie
came home from work without going to the hotel and was
surprised to see Dave's truck sitting in her driveway.
When Angie pulled in behind him, Dave got out of the
truck and walked up to Angie.
"How you doing?" Dave asked in a familiar tone that
bothered Angie.
"Okay," Angie replied, "where's Brad?"
"He's still at work," Dave said, "I came to talk with
you about a deal."
Angie's heart stopped as Dave explained that he saw her
and Jason at the hotel. He even told Angie that he one
afternoon he listened at the door.
"You're a hot piece of ass Angie," Dave said with a
sneer.
"You got no proof," Angie said back without emotion.
"Oh, I've got proof, come to my apartment tomorrow after
work and I'll show you the proof, then we can work out a
deal."
"Forget it," said Angie, "I don't believe you."
"Okay by me," said Dave, "if you're not there, I'll just
show it to Brad."
With those words Dave jumped in his truck and left.
Angie's heart was racing and her palms sweaty. She was
unsure of what Dave knew or didn't know but was not
willing to risk not finding out. The next day as she
pulled into the parking lot of Dave's apartment
building, Angie's mind was racing at Dave's words.
"What kind of deal?" Angie wondered.
To be continued...
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