When she ran into him in the mall parking lot, she just couldn’t resist

March 2012

In this Issue:

• The youth begged her to be his first, but she couldn’t. Could she?
• His wife gives a young man a sexy wedding present he won’t forget
• He always did laundry on Mondays, but now he does her as well
• Chess was all very well, but he had another game in mind
• She visits her daughter at college and learns a few things herself
• She enters a “camel toe” contest and gets a couple of humps
• The doctor was in—all the way in. So were these two young guys
• She was a faithful and loving wife, until she became a biker bitch
• Auction Block
• Close Call
• Mom’s best friend had the wisdom of age, and was one hot mama
• What If?
• And to think, she hadn’t wanted to attend that party in the first place!
• She could just continue reading by the pool—or she could step out
• As with many service businesses, his best earnings come in tips
• Her daughter’s live-in boyfriend turned out to be quite a guy
• Stuck in a nasty funk, he found the best cure known to science
• When she ran into him in the mall parking lot, she just couldn’t resist
• You could see it as an act of mercy, nursing a friend back to life
• Doing his best bud “a very big favor” brought his own fantasy to life
• She’d held out against this radical notion of not wearing panties
• Girl Meets Girl
• SHE LETS HER HUSBAND HAVE HIS FUN AS LONG AS SHE CAN WATCH
• SHE SAID SHE’D BE FAITHFUL ON THIS TRIP, AND SHE WAS—SORT OF
• MEN DON’T GET THAT BIG, SHE SAID, BUT SHE FOUND OUT DIFFERENTLY
• SHE’D ONLY BEEN WITH ONE MAN, BUT SHE SOON MADE UP FOR THAT

It was only a little over a mile to the motel, but I didn’t let it go to waste. I unzipped my longtime lover Carl’s pants and fished out his cock, and had most of it down my throat by the time we arrived. We raced to the motel-room door, where he dropped the key twice while trying to unlock it.

In the room I realized that Carl’s hard-on was still stick­ing out through his fly! I dropped to my knees to give him more oral encouragement, but he drew me up and kissed me while he stripped me. We tumbled onto the bed. I ended up on my back with my legs up and spread. Carl’s cock parted my lips and filled my cunt with what it craved.

Carl slipped his hands under my ass and drew me up to meet his powerful thrusts. His cock was stroking my swollen clit, giving it the kind of stimulation that quickly brings me to climax. As his thrusts became more urgent, his low-hanging balls slapped repeatedly against my ass.

I hadn’t been intimate with Carl in four months, since I went off birth-control pills at my doctor’s recommendation for medical reasons. About 20 minutes earlier I’d bumped into him in the mall parking lot, and couldn’t resist when he said he was staying in town while he remodeled his house and his motel was just a few minutes away. I’d told him he would have to either use a rubber or withdraw, and he promised to do the latter. Now as his thrusting inten­si­fied, I had the presence of mind to remind him to withdraw before he came.

As my own climax neared, I clung to Carl, wrapping my arms and legs around him. My cunt spasmed around his throbbing cock. It wasn’t until it softened and slithered out of me that I realized that he had just inseminated me, and I had only myself to blame for it.

When he was able to talk, he apologized, saying I had such a grip on him that he couldn’t pull out and lost control. I cuddled up to him and said it was my fault, that I knew better than to chance unprotected sex, but that it felt wonderful to have a man spew his load in me again, and to climax from fucking rather than just from oral sex.

I slipped down and gave him head and soon had him hard again. I mounted him, lowered my cunt onto his thick pussy-pleaser and rode him, grinding my clit gently against his pelvic bone, and came again before he burst inside me again.

I told Carl I had to get home before my husband so I could douche, but he was horny and wanted to do it one more time. After­wards I cleaned up the best I could, but my panties were still soaked with come when I got home—and found my husband already waiting with a drink fixed for me!

I couldn’t shower and clean up properly without raising suspicion, so I sat with him and chatted about the day. When I said I had to get dinner going, he said to let it go, we would order pizza later. Then he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. When our lips parted, he looked in my eyes and said, “You look radiant this evening, sweetheart. You have a glow in your eyes I haven’t seen in months. I want to make love to you.”

“God, honey,” I said, “you know me so well! I’ve been thinking about your cock all afternoon, and I’m so hot, my panties are soaked.”

His hand moved under my skirt to my panties, and he gasped. He said, “I’m going to eat your pussy until you gush in my face,” and lowered me onto the couch. That gave me a moment of panic. I told him to drop his pants and just fuck me, I needed his cock so bad. I flipped my skirt up and skinned out of my panties, and he moved between my thighs. His big cock sliced into me like a hot knife into butter. “My God, Wendy,” he moaned, “you’re so hot and slick. It’s months since you’ve felt like this; it almost feels like sloppy seconds. Oh God, honey, I’m going to come. I have to pull out.”

Right then was when I decided to take out an insur­ance policy by locking my ankles as tight as I could and holding him in place as his warm semen flooded the mouth of my womb. I held him until the aftermath passed, and was surprised that he’d remained hard and began to fuck me again. We ended up eating cold cuts and cheese with ice-cold milk and cookies before go­ing to bed, where we made love two more times.

The next morning it was back to the old frustrating withdrawal method. I was a bundle of nerves for the next two weeks, when I got my period right on time. I knew how lucky I had been to dodge that bullet.

—Name and address withheld