SHE GOT A RIDE WITH A FRIEND AND GAVE HIM ONE IN RETURN

My husband Gil and I were at a party at a friend’s house when Gil got a call saying that something had broken down at the plant, and he had to go in and fix it. I got a ride home with a friend, and when I got there I undressed and climbed into bed, expecting my husband to be home any minute. I’d only been in bed a couple of minutes when I heard his car pulling into the driveway.

A few minutes later he was climbing into bed, taking me in his arms and kissing me tenderly as he caressed my breasts. His right hand slid down my torso to the soft curly hair leading to my cunt. I held my breath when he asked me to spread my legs, and I felt his fingers slipping between them to discover the unmistakable feeling of semen oozing from my freshly fucked pussy.

I opened wide to receive him as he moved to mount me, slipping his seven and a half inches into me easily, my vagina being luxuriantly lubricated as a result of my recent extramarital activities. Gil had to hold himself still for a long moment to avoid exploding, as nothing excites him more than this type of surprise. Putting his lips to my ear, he whispered, “Who was it this time, you little minx. Whose come is my cock swimming in now?”

Deciding to tease him, I said, “Well, it was one of the men at the party. He and his wife gave me a ride home. He dropped his wife off on the way, and picked up their babysitter, who lives not far from us. She got in the back seat, and I turned around to talk to her. The next thing I knew this guy had his hand up my dress, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I tried to push his hand away, but he was stronger than I was, and I couldn’t budge it without causing a scene. Well, by the time we got the girl home he was finger fucking me, and had me hotter than a firecracker.

“After he dropped the babysitter off I scolded him for taking advantage of me like that, but he just grinned and told me to admit that I’d enjoyed it as much as he had. Well, he was right, of course, and my hot wet pussy was the proof of it. Then he told me I should just feel what he had for me in his pants. I was tempted, but I didn’t move, so he reached over and slipped his hand up my dress again, saying, ‘Oh yes, this little pussy is hot and ready for some good old-fashioned fucking.’

“He soon turned off into a dark parking lot behind a bar and turned off the engine. I shook my head at him. ‘We can’t do anything now, you idiot,’ I told him. ‘My husband will be getting home soon, and your wife is waiting for you. Go home and fuck her.’

“But he knew I was weakening, and he was persistent. He knelt up behind the wheel and faced me as he dropped his pants and shorts, exposing his hard throbbing cock in the dim light. Well, you know what the sight of a hard cock does to me, and this was no exception. I decided not to fight it anymore, and I skinned out of my panties and was lying on my back with my dress up around my waist in about two seconds.

“A moment later he was inside me, fucking like a bunny and coming inside me in less than a minute. He stayed hard though, and went on fucking me at a slower pace, which felt pretty good, though I wished his cock was bigger. It was only about five inches, but he was doing pretty damn well with what he had, so I couldn’t really complain.

“He came again after banging me for about five minutes, spurting warm jets of semen as deep as he possibly could. His prick finally got soft, but he stayed on top of me, and he started telling me that he’d waited nine years to get his cock inside me, and had fantasized about me hundreds of times while fucking his wife. He cupped both my of breasts through my shirt, saying, ‘Man, I never dreamed I’d get my hands on these, or get to come inside your pussy either. Damn, this is just amazing!’

“Well, what was amazing was that he got hard yet again, and he slipped right back into me, talking about how good it felt and how tight my pussy was. Once again he was like a bunny, fucking me as hard and fast as I’d ever been fucked, though I still wished his cock was bigger. He pounded my box for another five minutes, then grunted as he filled me with yet another large load.

“After that I told him that was it; he’d gotten a piece of my ass, and I wanted to get home before my husband got there. I told him it would never happen again, and that if one word about this ever got around I would tell you that he forced himself on me, and you would beat him up.

Little did he know you would be only too delighted to hear about it.”

Gil had been screwing me the entire time I was relating these events. He’d already come once, and he shot into me a second time just as I finished. When he got his breath back he said, “Okay, so who was this guy, actually?”

“Well,” I told him, “there were eleven couples at that party, so why don’t you see if you can figure it out?”

He grinned at me then.

“What the hell,” he said. “It doesn’t really matter, does it? You’ll get around to the other ten guys sooner or later anyway—if you haven’t already.”

A very wise man, my husband.

—C.Y., Elko, Nevada