He took her diaphragm to keep her faithful, but it just didn’t work

by The Editors on February 9, 2012 with 0 Comments in Carnalcopia , Letters

February 2012

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There isn’t a woman on this earth who loves her husband more than I do. Saul and I married young, and I have always tried to be as faithful to him as I can. If once in a while I slip up, it doesn’t mean I love him any the less, and Saul understands that. At least I think he does.

Two months ago my boss asked me to go to Houston for a few days, as the manager of our branch office there was leaving, and I was to help him find a replacement. Les, the outgoing manager, was very good at his job, but he had found a more lucrative position and wanted to move on. He was a handsome man of 32, fit and trim. I would describe him as a hunk, but he was a happily married hunk, and had never spoken or acted inappropriately whenever we had met in the past.

I spent the first day going over applications with Les, and we ended up picking half a dozen prospects to interview. As we were leaving the office Les asked me if I would allow him to buy me dinner, and I accepted gladly, assuming he would bring his wife along. We made arrangements for him to pick me up at my hotel that evening.

Les’s wife, Sylvia, was a gorgeous woman who always dressed immaculately, and as I wanted to look my best beside her, I stopped and picked up a sexy black cocktail dress on the way back to the hotel. When I got there I showered and put on a lacy black bra-and-panties set and black thigh-high stockings, along with my new dress. Looking in the mirror I decided I could hold my own with Sylvia. I’m five feet two, 106 pounds and measure 34C-22-31. I have red hair, blue eyes and an outgoing personality.

When I went down to the lobby to meet Les, I found him there by himself. When I ask where Sylvia was, he said she had left two weeks ago to start her new teaching job in the town they were moving to. When I thought about it I realized that he hadn’t mentioned her earlier; I had just assumed she would be with him.

Les took me to a very nice restaurant, where we had a great meal, returning afterward to my hotel for after-dinner drinks in the lounge. We were on our second drink when Les surprised me by reaching across the table to take my hands in his.

“There is something I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time, Carol,” he said. “I think you are the sexiest woman I have ever met, and I would give up my wife and kids to spend one night in your bed. I think I know you well enough to believe that you are a passionate woman. I never felt right about saying this before, since we worked for the same company, but now that I’m leaving I have to tell you I have a good eight inches of cock that I’d like very much for you to become personally acquainted with.”

To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly. But I was excited too. I just love it when a man comes right out and tells me he wants to fuck me, and I find that very hard to resist. But I fought against that instinct.

“I’m sure that would be wonderful, Les,” I told him. “But you and I are both married, and I couldn’t be unfaithful to my husband.” Even as I said the words I could feel my pussy getting wet, but I forced myself to pull away and stand up. I knew I had to go back to my room right away before I gave in to temptation. I thanked him for dinner and said that I’d see him in the morning, and then I walked away.

The elevator doors opened just as I got to them, but I had to wait for an elderly couple to get off. By the time I stepped in Les was right behind me, and he slipped in before the doors had closed again. I started to say no, but he pressed me up against the back wall of the car and kissed me passionately, while pushing his very hard cock against my stomach.

When the car stopped at my floor I broke away, dashing down the hall to my room with Les hot on my heels. He kissed the back of my neck as I fumbled to get the door unlocked, still trying to keep myself under control. But I knew it was no use when his hands moved around to cup my full breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples through the silky material of my dress as he pleaded that I could not leave him this way. My panties were now soaked, and I could feel trickles of moisture running down my inner thighs as I opened the door and slipped in, with Les still clinging to my body.

As soon as the door closed he started pulling me toward the bed, but I managed to break away, saying breathlessly that I had to hit the bathroom first. In the john I opened my toiletry case to get my diaphragm, and found to my surprise that it wasn’t there. After looking three times I decided that my husband must have taken it, thinking that without protection it would be easier for me to remain faithful. I cursed him for a brief moment; I was still hot, but I didn’t want to take the risk of pregnancy. But I also couldn’t help feeling sorry for Les, and I finally decided to give him a quick blowjob and send him on his way.

I went back and explained to Les that I’d forgotten my diaphragm and couldn’t have sex, but that I would be happy to suck his cock to relieve him. I thought he would just drop his pants for me, but he stripped himself completely naked in a heartbeat. He was a horny woman’s wet dream— well-defined muscles, a flat hard tummy, a cute butt and a hard cock that looked more like nine inches than the eight he had mentioned.

I sat down on the bed, telling him to step up close, but he said he wanted me to take my clothes off too. I said no at first, but finally relented, on condition that my panties stayed on. I stood up and let him unzip my dress and hold it as I stepped out of it. I then let him remove my bra and fondle my tits before sitting down again and rolling my hose off as he watched.

“God, Carol,” he said then. “I can see your red pussy hair through your panties. I’m sure you have a beautiful pussy. Won’t you please show it to me for just a few seconds?”

Again I fought back temptation. “We can’t go there, Les,” I said. “Let’s not make it harder than it already is. Just come here and let me suck your cock.”

I am never offended if someone calls me a cocksucker, because the fact is that I enjoy having a mouthful of hard dick. I love sucking the full length of it, and I love swallowing come. I took nearly the entire length of Les’s cock in my mouth and throat, savoring the delicious salty flavor of his oozing precome. I put my heart into pleasuring him, and soon my lips were down to his balls as I relaxed and let him fuck my throat for about two minutes before he exploded, sending volleys of hot semen straight down my gullet.

I smiled up at him asking if he liked that. “God, yes!” he said. “But I want to please you too, Carol. Just let me eat you through your panties, okay?”

I couldn’t resist. “All right,” I said. “But just behave yourself, okay?” And with that I lay back on the bed.

Les knelt between my legs, taking them in his hands and pushing them up until my knees were touching my breasts, then put his face inches from my pussy, gazing longingly at my silk-covered snatch, I knew my tight panties clearly outlined the shape of my pussy lips and the deep cleft between them. “My God, Carol,” he breathed, “I love the smell of your pussy, and I’ll bet it tastes even better.”

I just about went crazy when he started munching on my snatch through the thin crotch of my panties. I desperately wanted to screw him, but it was out of the question, so I relaxed and allowed myself to enjoy the sensations of his active mouth and tongue.

I felt him tugging at my panties with his teeth, then burying his face in my crotch to probe my pussy with his hot tongue. Being horny as hell, I soon climbed the mountain of lust and tumbled blissfully down the other side as an orgasm ripped through my body.

When I recovered I saw Les still kneeling between my splayed legs. “That was wonderful, Les,” I panted. “But I don’t think it did very much for you. Why don’t you crawl up here and let me suck your cock again.”
He did move up then, but much to my surprise he slipped his cock into my slick pussy on the way. I wondered briefly what had happened to the silk panel guarding my cunt, but I quickly forgot about it as an intense feeling of pleasure filled my loins.

I heard myself moaning with joy as Les buried himself in my pussy and began to fuck me with strong, steady thrusts. It was an intense fuck and didn’t last all that long, but it ended with a mutual orgasm that left me weak and tingling with satisfaction. I could only hope I hadn’t gotten pregnant, and I wondered whether Saul would forgive me if I did.

Les had remained inside me, and was already getting hard again. I was still thinking about Saul when he started fucking me again, but he soon had all my attention and I was returning his thrusts eagerly, this time enjoying a long, pleasurable fuck that ended with several million more of his sperm deposited inside me.

When I went to the bathroom again I discovered that Les had torn the entire crotch out of my panties with his teeth, leaving just a wisp of lace around my waist. This turned me on again, and I thought what the hell, it’s too late now. So I went back and fucked Les for the rest of the night.
The next day, after we had conducted the first few of our scheduled interviews, Les locked his office door, bent me over his desk and pulled my panties down to slip his long hard cock inside me. I was just as horny as he was, and would have fucked him right in the middle of the main office if he had wanted me to.

When Saul called me that night I asked him if he had taken my diaphragm, and he admitted that he had. He said my asking him that obviously meant I was screwing somebody, and I told him if I got pregnant it would be his fault. I added that if that hadn’t happened yet it still might, because I intended to go on screwing this guy for the rest of my stay.
And I did.

—C.F., Austin, Texas

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