Story 20
Summary:
Jane, late twenties, married. Her husband Dan is heading out for the day and she has to deal with a leak in their bathroom. She waits at home for the plumber to arrive.
Mark. When he arrives to fix the pipes he takes an interest in Jane straight away. Soon enough he makes a move and then they are both surprised by the early return of Dan - and even more surprised when he joins in.
Threesome, gay, sixty-nine, oral, titty sucking, fingering, jerk off, blow jobs, pussy licking, spanking.
Jane felt Mark’s hands on her face, felt the hard calluses of his fingertips on the softness of her cheeks and she was reminded just what a hard, rugged man he was, even as his touch was gentle and his kiss was soft.
The softness of his kiss didn’t seem to last, however, as his passion began to get the better of him and he kissed her harder, as he held her face more firmly.
Then one of his hands slid around behind her head into her hair, his fingers pushing through the silky mass of it.
Her own hands hung limply, uselessly at her sides.
She suddenly seemed to become aware of them and had to do something with them.
She raised them and placed the palms of her hands on his chest.
She wasn't sure just what she was doing with them - a part of her thought that she should push him away and tell him that they couldn't possibly do this, tell him that she had a husband and that this had to stop, that it was madness.
However, there was another part of her that just wanted to touch him, to feel his body, to begin her exploration of it.
She felt dizzy. She couldn’t stop thinking about his body now, couldn’t stop thinking about what he must be packing in his pants, thinking about what she wanted to do with it.
She thought about pulling it out right there, finally discovering it.
She thought about just bending over the table and telling him to just fuck her right there and then.
She thought about sucking on it, sucking his cock till she felt it explode in her mouth or letting him cum all over her face, taking her top off and letting him cum all over her tits before she ran a finger through the sticky white mess and then brought it to her mouth to lick it, to taste him.
This was so unlike her. She didn’t know why she was letting this happen, why she wanted this, why she seemed to have completely lost her mind over this man.
And what about Dan? What about her husband? Where was he in all of this?
The thought of him flashed through her mind for a second and then her attention turned back to Mark.
His other hand was on her back now as well.
He slid it up, moving over the slight bump of the knot in her bikini top where he could feel it through her dress and then she felt it move down again, down till he reached the curve of her ass.
His hand moved down over her ass, taking hold of it and squeezing it.
He was massaging her ass, his hands feeling her wherever he wanted to, treating her however he wanted to treat her.
She was his, she belonged to him completely at that moment and he could do anything he wanted with her.
She wanted him to treat her roughly. She wanted him to do anything that he wanted with her.
She wanted him to show her just how much he desired her.
She felt him pulling at her dress, at the strap on one of her shoulders.
He pulled at it roughly and she felt it tear slightly.
She didn't care. She quite liked seeing him showing this kind of passion.
She would have let him tear all of her clothes off right there and then, let him cast all of her clothes aside and fuck her any way that he wanted - up against the wall, over the table, or even on the floor, throwing her down and fucking her hard, giving in to all of his desires.
Her eyes had been closed but now, as she felt his hands on her body, she opened them and looked around the room. She felt a slight pang of guilt at the knowledge that she was doing this in her home - their home - her marital home, the home that she shared with her husband.
But as she felt Mark’s body push against hers, as she felt the strength in his body as he took hold of her, she all but forgot about her husband.
There had been a few moments when Mark had first made his move when she had told herself that she had to resist him, that she had to tell him no and get away from him, flee her own house if she had to.
Somehow, though, she hadn’t been able to translate her thoughts into action. She might be able to lie to herself and pretend that this wasn’t really what she wanted but her body betrayed the truth of how she felt - the fact that she wanted this, wanted him.
She had tried telling herself that she was betraying her husband and had even tried to reason with herself, reminding herself that her husband would surely be home soon and it would be a disaster if he caught her doing something like this, but none of it worked.
That was the one thought that she couldn't quite get rid of completely, however - the idea that Dan might come home at any moment and catch her. It provided an extra tension to the moment and extra danger that she found strangely intoxicating.
What if he did come back? What if he saw her here with Mark? What would he do to Mark? Would they fight over her?
She found herself thinking about it so much that it seemed as though it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. For a moment when it happened, she was hardly even surprised. It took that long for it to sink in for her.
Then her eyes widened and she gasped, pushing Mark away.
There he was, standing in the doorway, watching them.
There was her husband. And now she had to see how he would react to the scene before him.
There was no denying it, she knew that. Even as she gasped and tried to push Mark away his body was still pushing at her, his cock still grinding against her body.
And she didn’t know what was going to happen next.
Everything had spun completely out of control. How had it come to this? Nothing that had happened when she had woken up that morning had hinted at what was to come. It had been an ordinary day, waking up naked in bed, her arms and legs wrapped around her husband’s naked body.
She woke up slowly, her head filled with fond memories of the previous night, how good it had felt when he had fucked her. They had teased one another slowly, tenderly, all evening, building up to the inevitable conclusion.
She lay there feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as he continued to sleep and she thought about what they had done the previous night, how good it had been.
She thought about the moment when he had thrown her down on the bed and she had been gasping, gagging for him.
She had looked at his cock and wanted it inside her.
She had cried out when he had entered her and she had continued crying out with ever greater urgency till it happened, till he finally came inside her.
It had always been like this. The very first time that they had slept together when they had met in their early twenties, had been something of an eye-opener for her.
She hadn't known that it could be that good, that she could experience such incredible levels of pleasure.
But after that, she had wondered if that was an exception, an anomaly and if she would forever be chasing that feeling.
The next time he had fucked her had reassured her that wasn't the case, that it was, in fact, always going to be that good.
People saw them as a classic couple - both of them tall, blonde-haired with clear skin and good looks.
His skin was light while hers was slightly darker, a honey-colored hue that seemed to glow.
She had big, blue eyes and his were green.
He had a strong bone structure with a prominent jawline and a thin nose.
His physique was well-built and athletic.
She was slim with long, toned legs and an athletic build of her own with a flat stomach, perky breasts, and rounded peach of an ass.
Some people looked at them and thought that they looked like something of a cliche and thought that their private lives must be quite clean-cut and unexciting.
This could not be further from the truth, however.
When they were behind closed doors something seemed to be awakened in both of them and they would look at one another with hunger and soon enough they would be naked together - in bed, in the front room of their house, in their kitchen, anywhere they felt like it.
They were wild. They never seemed to tire of one another. Sometimes they would be at social functions and they'd exchange a look that would let each other know that they were hungry for it and they had to be satisfied soon, and away they would go.
There had been times when they hadn't made it home - the desire had been too urgent and they had to satisfy it right away.
There had been a wedding they had gone to where they had hurried to their car, ready to drive home, but they couldn't contain themselves long enough.
She had leaned across to his seat and sucked on his cock while he pushed one hand down the front of her dress and began to play with her breasts before she slipped her panties off and straddled him, sliding his cock into her and riding him hard till he came inside her.
He had driven back home with his cock still out and she had played with it till it began to stiffen again and then she had sucked on it, tasting her juices mixed with his cum.
By the time they had arrived home, he had been more than ready for her and as soon as they got inside their home, as soon as the front door was closed, they had been stripping one another's clothes off and running, naked, to the bedroom where they went at it in a wild frenzy.
As Jane lay there with Dan that morning she smiled to herself feeling satisfied. She thought about their sex life and how good it was.
Without realizing it, without knowing where it came from, a sudden thought came to her.
Was there something else, she wondered to herself. Was she missing something?
Their sex life was satisfying but she couldn’t help but think that maybe there was some excitement that she was missing out on.
She thought back to that time in the car park at the wedding.