I was 24 when I began having problems with birth control pills, so I was taken off them and my husband and I relied on a diaphragm. I’d had two miscarriages and had been told it could be risky if I were to become pregnant again, so I was very careful to protect myself anytime I had sex.
I’ve never been a model wife, and didn’t think twice about screwing around with some good-looking guy when I was on the Pill, but using the diaphragm really curtailed my extramarital activities. But I still saw Ike, who was older, divorced and very discreet, as well as being great in the sack. I stabled a horse at Ike’s place outside of town, so it was easy for us to get together.
One day I went out there to care for my horse when Ike was supposed to be out of town. I had just left work and was still wearing a dress and heels. Ike was home, however, and he scared the devil out of me when he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my dress to grab my ass as I was bending over a grain box.
His hands felt good with only the thin material of my panties between them and my tender flesh, and I just leaned back against him once I realized who it was. His hands slipped around and down the front of my panties, his fingers combing through my curly bush before sliding lower to stroke my tingling pussy. He knew exactly how to caress my snatch and tease my clit, making my juices flow freely. Within a minute my pussy was like melted butter, and my desire for the hard cock I could feel pressing against my ass was overwhelming.
I wasn’t thinking logically when he pushed on my shoulders with his left hand while the right worked my panties down to mid-thigh. I leaned on the grain box for support as he lined his rampant erection up with my entrance and slowly inserted six very hard inches of thick cock.
He humped me like a bitch in heat, which I guess I was, because an orgasm quickly hit me like a freight train, sending waves of pleasure through my body. When I came to my senses I knew it was too late to worry about protection, and I didn’t resist as Ike led me to the tack room, where there was a nice clean cot, and fucked me two more times before I drove home to my husband with very soggy panties.
I told Dan, my husband, what had happened, as I always did, and he was turned on by it, as he always is, and he fucked my jism-filled pussy as he always does, though he made sure to do it with a condom.
Naturally the timing was perfect, and Ike had indeed knocked me up. I miscarried for a third time four months later, and nearly bled to death, after which my doctor told me I’d better have my tubes tied. I took his advice, and now I was safe from pregnancy, but the bad news was that after the operation I was restricted from having sex for at least four months.
It was hard going, being celibate all that time, and when I was finally cleared to resume normal activity, I could hardly wait for Dan to come home from work. When I told him the good news I could practically see his erection spring up. Smiling at him, I quickly pulled off my top, exposing my 34C breasts to him for the first time in months. His hands moved to cup them as he said, “God, honey, you’ll never know how much I’ve missed holding these while I thrust my cock in and out of your tight pussy.”
He backed me over to our bed then and dropped to his knees, pulling off my skirt and panties. I lay back and spread my legs, giving him total access to my moist cunt. His hot tongue slowly traced the full length of my labia, gingerly teasing the nerves just inside my entrance until my juices were flowing down the crack of my ass. When the tip of his tongue touched my pulsing clitoris I came, screaming with joy as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body.
I came out of my trance just as Dan mounted me, and I felt the blunt head of his cock parting my lips. He eased himself into my long-neglected pussy until his balls rested against my puckered asshole, then held himself there, letting me adjust to being filled with cock again after such a long abstinence. Our lips met in an intense kiss as we began a mutual thrusting, our bodies working joyously in tandem, until we reached simultaneous orgasms, my hot juices drenching his groin as he pumped his sperm deep into my now infertile womb.
I don’t know how many times we screwed that night, but it seemed to go on endlessly. Dan brought me orange juice and coffee the next morning, then gave me one more meaty injection before getting ready for work. Before leaving he sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at me, saying, “I think you should take the day off and spend it with Ike, darling, because I’m sure he needs you just as badly as I did.”
I stared at him. “You don’t mind?” I asked him.
“I know you love me, honey, and I know Ike is very special to you too, or you wouldn’t ever have chanced him getting you pregnant. I don’t feel threatened by Ike or any other man, because I know that our love is stronger than any fucking you get outside our marriage. I realize you have a very high sex drive, and now you can get what you require without endangering yourself by getting pregnant. So go and see Ike, but be sure to come back to me tonight, okay?”
I did go to Ike’s, and we spent several hours in his bed. I did love fucking Ike, but it was just that, fucking, pure physical pleasure, not the deeper love I felt with my husband.
Dan was already there when I got home, and he wasted very little time getting his cock into my sloppy cunt, making sweet love to me until we again reached an explosive climax together and collapsed in each other’s arms. I could tell that fucking me with Ike’s come still inside me had turned him on more than ever.
It also turned him on to know that Ike—and most of the other men I had fucked—thought they were putting something over on him, while he knew everything they did to me or with me, because I told him. Now, as he rested on top of me with his limp prick still inside my creamy cunt, I kissed him and whispered in his ear: “Honey, there’s this 20-year-old guy I met at the gym who I’d really like to screw, if it’s okay with you.” We smiled at each other, and I could feel him getting erect again inside me.
—Name and address withheld