Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Waterski Sports (MF, cheat)
Date: 30 Nov 1995 00:54:38 GMT

			   Waterski Sports

	On a Saturday late last March, while Bill was out of town on a
three day business conference, I was at home, lying in the late
afternoon sun in a black string bikini on our cypress dock which juts
fifty feet out over the lake to our boathouse. I looked up as the
nineteen year old son of an engineering consultant (a friend and
customer of Bill's) drove up and walked out to the dock. He was
delivering a contract proposal from his father for Bill to look over.
I ignored his eyes appraising my figure; having been a beachwear and
fashion model three years prior to our marriage eight years ago, I was
accustomed to even our pastor stealing glances at church picnics. I
explained that Bill wasn't home, had forgotten to tell me about it,
and asked him leave the papers until Monday when Bill was to return.

	I hadn't previously met John's son, who confidently introduced
himself as David. He was driving back for the spring quarter at a
college a hundred miles away and was just dropping off the papers on
the way. David, with his full, perfectly shaped lips, was as handsome
as Bill, sixteen years younger, and a couple of inches shorter. His
lean, muscular body was particularly evident in his polo shirt and
white swim trunks as he stood on the dock between me and the setting
sun. The sun's rays rippled through tiers of clouds, reddening the
lake. Acknowledging our waterskis on a rack inside the boathouse, he
commented, "We have a ski boat and boat ramp at the school's lake; I
love waterskiing." It was clearly a request for an invitation.

	"O-kay," I smiled, "I'm Ellen. How'd you like to waterski for
about a half hour? I'll operate the boat." Grinning, he helped me
secure the tow rope to the stern. The skis tight on his feet, he was
standing knee deep in water as I powered up and threw him the tow
rope. The "half hour" of skiing turned out to be an hour, and it was
now dark. While operating the boat, watching David's athletic form in
the rearview mirror, I was remembering another younger man, Greg, whom
Bill had encouraged to seduce me the previous fall. Although I had no
such thoughts about David, those sexual memories were churning in my
stomach as I reached to pull David from the moonlit water. The touch
of our hands was electric, and his long stare at my breasts unsettled
me further. His chest heaving noticeably, he kept stealing glances at
my legs and breasts as I steered back across the lake. My knuckles
were white on the wheel as I fought my urge to return his stare.

	As we putted into the boathouse's darkness, he grappled with
the tie lines and secured the boat. Plopping into the rear seat, he
exhaled, "Need to relax a minute. Thanks, Ellen, I really enjoyed it."
Then, he added, haltingly, "You're truly beautiful."

	It was clear he was trying to hide the tightness in his voice;
I felt the same inner tremors. Fearfully, I turned, staring at his
long, curved hardness straining beneath his white swim trunks. Our
eyes locked, each of us unable to talk. My lip quivering, I gulped,
"You want something else, David?" Each time I think a man might wish
to make love to me, I feel an unexplainable fear pounding in my throat
and deep within my stomach; I felt that now as David reached for my
hand and pulled me toward him, kissing me deeply. My hips rotated in
involuntary excitation as he untied my swim suit and lowered me to the
boat's carpeted floor.

	Slipping out of his trunks, he hovered above me. His lips
trembled down the path of my body to my quaking pussy. I moaned,
pressing my heels against the carpet, my cuntal lips pulsating with
the white heat of desire. Finally, my nipples standing out like spikes
in excitation, David kissed the softness of my breasts. My legs slid
slowly around his hips, pulling him into me as I watched his large,
throbbing cock swaying closer to the `v' of my long, spread legs. My
cunt quivered up to meet his engorged manhood. "Oh god, you're
beautiful also, David," I murmured, my voice tremoring.

	David's eyes blazed with lust. The moonlight shone brilliantly
against his purple-veined sceptre as it entered my vagina, steaming
within my cuntal walls. I looked into his eyes, wrapping my long legs
around his back, whimpering with fear and lust, "Oh, David, fuck me!"

	His soft, pale lips enveloped a hard, reddened nipple as he
thrust into me with a fury. I was delirious, smoldering with passion,
my hips rising to meet his every entry. My flaming cuntal walls were
white-hot as his long tool slithered in and out of my greedy depths.
Moaning uncontrollably, my breasts heaved in rhythm with David's
gasps. His glazed eyes rolled, knowing the delicious sin of fucking a
married woman, the wife of his father's friend. I was tossing my head,
my hair flailing the warm night air each time David's hips thrust his
wonderful cock into my shuddering cunt.

	My eyes and mouth opened widely as I relished the stunning
mega- thrills of super-adultery. Moaning uncontrollably now, I watched
his curved, steel-like hardness fucking into my flaming wetness. I
squeezed my vagina around it, going mad with ungodly passion as I felt
within me the build-up of a cosmic explosion.

	The thunder of the heavens opened to me as a billion stars lit
the darkness of the boathouse. David shuddered, his brilliant green
eyes staring into mine as if we were one in the universe, coming
together; I wailed as the earth-moving climax lifted our bodies from
the planet. Our arms intertwined, our lips pressed together, we rolled
to our sides. My legs squeezed his muscular hips as I pressed my mound
against him, feeling his manhood still throbbing inside me.

	David stayed the night, fucking me with the male animal
stamina possessed only by a nineteen year old. "I love you," he told
me after we showered, walking to the bedroom. Intoxicated by his male
odor, I kneeled before him, my soft lips enveloping his enormous
cock-head to its base. He pushed me to my knees, entering my cunt from
the rear. My arms braced against the floor. "Oh, god, David," I moaned
in an unguarded moment as I turned to touch his wonderful instrument
driving into me from behind, "Yes, I love you! I Love you!" And I did,
for the night.

	When my husband returned, I told him everything. He grinned,
his eyes illumined with lust. We were lost in another evening of
passion, experiencing yet another sinful replay of my adultery, the
greatest of pleasures.