Little Slut (That's Me!)
My husband likes a certain type of kink. When he first started
talking to me
about it 10 years ago I absolutely would not consider doing
it. I didn't believe
he was serious or maybe I thought that there was a catch...both
really. What was I supposed to think? My husband WANTS me
to fuck
other guys? He wants to see some other guys big hard dick
inside of me? (his words) Too weird! Too good to be true!
I'm considered very attractive. I'm slim and tight in all
the right places. Pretty and friendly. At the time I was
22 y/o and in my 4th year of college. I'd
been happily married for 2 years. Anyway, my husband kept
bugging me about my past sex life and hinting around about
possible future encounters. Asking a million questions
about the things that I liked and at least as many 'what would
you do if' questions...endless! I
have a couple 'kinks' like everyone and that's the stuff
he asked about
the most. I know that we'll never meet so I guess I'll tell
you a true story about myself. It was almost like fate had
conspired to play my biggest weakness and tricked me into
having my first affair. Anyway, to the point. Finals started
soon and I was definitely stressing over them. I couldn't
study
at home because my husband kept distracting me. Eventually
I was forced
to spend my evenings studying at the campus library. It's
a huge 10 story
library with a lot of hiding places.
It was Saturday night,
my last
night there before finals. I figured I'd take Sunday off
and fuck my
husband all day...It had been almost a month since the last
time we had
sex and It seemed like EVERYTHING reminded me of it. Always
wet but no time
to do anything. Anyway, Saturday night I show up. The library
is
virtually empty. (because everyone else has a life) I'm
in the elevator, on
my way up to my floor. It stops on the 3rd. In walks Mr.Wow!
Tall, great
looking, big shoulders, nice smile, nice ass, and (holy
shit!) look at
that bulge! I kinda acted like I was ignoring him but I did
sneak a
couple more looks. I couldn't help it! We stop on my floor,
8th, it looks
like the fun's over. I fumble around with my book bag and
ask him to hold
the door for me. Yes, just so I can sneak one more discreet
look! (bet
you thought girls didn't do that, huh?) On my way out I glance
back and
notice that he's a couple paces behind me and seems to be
looking for
the librarian. Good luck, I think. She's probably sleeping
in her office
as usual. So anyway, time passes by and I'm deep in thought.
Studying for
every possible question my twisted logic instructor can
throw at me when I
remember Mr.WOW! Where is he anyway? I needed a break. Maybe
I should
take a little walk. Best idea I've ever had! I prowled around
the floor and peeked around corners for a while when I noticed
movement on the other side of a bookshelf.
So I look...and
I see. There's something about secretly
watching a good looking guy masturbate that...mmmmm...really
makes me
wet!
Add to that a GREAT looking guy stroking what had to be the
biggest
dick I'd ever seen. I'm guessing about 10 inches long and
really thick, or fat, whatever! It was huge with a head that
looked like a tennis ball! This guys long, fat, hard dick
was right there...ready to go! I couldn't stop staring!
Picture this, I'm kneeling down behind a bookshelf, hidden,
watching Mr.W stroke his monster cock under a table. The
area is tucked away in
the darkest corner of the 8th floor of this virtually empty
library!
This just happens to be my biggest fantasy...come true!
Oh my God! What
do I do now?!? This shit NEVER happens to me! Married? Me?
Ummm...not right now. Maybe after this ride. Yeah, I hated
to be a bitch, but I needed to fuck this guy! That's all
I could think of...complete tunnel vision! Trying to find
a better angle, I moved down on all fours,
peeping, panting (literally) and completely flushed.
All I could hear was my heart pounding! My face was burning
red...a combination of
excitement, nervousness and complete lust, I guess. Bottom
line was
that I was frozen there. I just couldn't think! Oops! Shit!
He heard me. Maybe it was
my breathing. Maybe it was the pile of books I accidentally
kicked
over.
At any rate he had that thing tucked and zipped in record
time and
was up to investigate. The rest happened so fast it's hard
to remember.
He found me there (duh) and I'm sure it was obvious to him
what I was
doing. I just kinda looked up at him not really knowing what
to say.
Other than that, I didn't move. Before I knew it, he had my
sweat pants and
panties (casual study attire) down around my ankles and
was pushing his fingers into me. I was
so wet that they were dripping when he took them
out! I know because he wiped them on my ass. (kinda rude)
Finally, zip (unzip, I mean) and it was time to cram for the
test! I don't know how
it all fit but after a lot of rubbing, pushing and grunting
he buried that fat cock in me! He ripped my poor pussy open
and I loved it! I came after the first couple strokes. I couldn't
help it! He was fucking me from behind...hard! He wasn't
trying to be nice at all! He slammed against my ass harder
and harder! He pulled and twisted my nipples. He would take
his dick out and tease me with it...slap it against my ass,
rub my clit with the head of it and then shove it back in again
for more! I felt so slutty, so used but so throughly fucked!
Towards the end...he tensed up...grabbed me around my
waist, shoved his big dick all the way to the bottom and pumped
me full of cum! MMMMM! I don't usually like that but this
was so different.
This guy's huge dick had my pussy stretched
to it's limit. Feeling it throbbing so hard inside of me,
knowing that I was cheating on my husband (and liking it)
and that I'd have lie to him about the bruises on my ass and
why my pussy was so sore and loose just pushed me over the
edge! I came all over everything! I came so hard that I thought
I would cramp. Guess I'm a bad girl after all. Anyway, we
composed ourselves, copied down phone numbers and parted
company. I stopped for a drink. I needed to digest what had
happened and get my story straight just in case. I got home
kinda late, maybe midnight. I made sure I hid anything incriminating
while I got ready for bed. e.g. soaked panties, ripped bra,
the red pinch marks on my tits. I climbed into bed and found
that my husband was up...in more ways than one. He was wide
awake and was very determined to fuck me. He just wouldn't
leave me alone. It was really starting to piss me off! Then
I remembered about all the hints and kinky questions of
his and I thought He deserves this...sloppy seconds!
Isn't that what they call it? Seemed like a fitting description.
He was second and I was certainly sloppy. I wish I had a photo
of his face as he stuck his dick into me. He knew right away.
How could he not?!? He saw it all, bruised ass, pinched tits,
another man's cum wetting the lips of my poor little pussy.
He never asked and I never told.
I just looked at him like,
Yeah, that's right! Got a problem with it? He stopped
talking dirty to me about fucking other guys after that
night. No matter though. I'm now deep into the sport of cheating
on my husband and I fuck on most any occasion. Usually with
his friends and always pushing how far I can go without being
caught. It's kind of a game. That reminds me of the time his
three friends got him so drunk that he passd out...I'll
tell you about that some other time.