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Discovery
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Part Three
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Charlie immediately socketed
deep inside the woman's rump, his balls
resting on the periphery of her quivering pussy lips. He could
distinctly feel the pressures and probings of the other man's cock
rocketing up and down inside her pussy. He could feel the other
man's balls slap his own testicles every time he slammed up into her
spasming cunt. He could feel his own balls caress the other
man's
cock shaft as the stranger's cock fucked up into the woman's cunt.
`This is absolute heaven!' filled Charlie's senses. He
watched the
shadowy back of the woman's head as she hoarsely screeched her
indescribable pleasure. He felt the other man's cock fucking
her
hard, deep, and without mercy. Charlie's mind became totally
encased
in the sensations of his cock soaking inside the woman's shivering,
clenching ass.
Charlie held his own hips tight to her firm round cheeks, his own
cock buried deep up inside the woman, enthralled by all the intense
erotic sensations he had never felt with his wife. As he listened
to
her soft papery screams and heard the stranger's grunts of cumming,
Charlie felt his own culmination, and tears, loom.
Ashamed, and laden with guilt, Charlie sobbed while his own explosion
added his contribution deep inside the woman's bottom. His orgasm
was without doubt the most intense sensation of his life.
Gasping for breath, Charlie collapsed onto the woman's back as the
man inside her cunt shot long spurts of white creamy rope within her
silky depths.
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Charlie awoke in the night to a pitch black blow-job performed
exquisitely on his delighted penis. The mouth was soft, tender,
and
cherished his cock. Such a novel feeling, to have his cock inside
a
woman's mouth, a mouth that delighted in him being there. Charlie
came within minutes, then slept again.
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Sometime later, Charlie again wakened to find his hardness encased
in
a sweet soft pussy that was rising and falling on his erection.
He
could hear the soft papery murmurings of her cummings as she fucked
his cock in and out of her pulsing pussy opening. His eager
hands
fondled her breasts. And she encouraged him to touch her.
Unlike
Charlie's wife, this woman liked his fondlings, his erotic sensitive
attentions. She pressed her body to his, quivering at his loving
touches. For an eternity of exquisite mingling, Charlie felt
uninhibited sex for the first time in his life.
`Why can't sex with Ann be like this,' he wondered. Ann, his
wife of
ten years, inhibited, small breasted, bitter, controlling,
interminably angry at him. Ann. Ann. Charlie felt the heartfelt
tears of his pain again as the woman's vagina continued to milk his
cock. He could feel her delicate yet powerful spasms, her inner
shiverings of intense pleasure. Pleasure she was experiencing
from
his cock! `Yes! Pleasures from MY cock!'
It dawned on Charlie that he was not a total loser in bed. He
moved
her to his side, then mounted her, taking her in the missionary
position. He kissed her, tentatively at first, but then with
growing
passion. He began to fuck the woman with intense, delightfully
sensitive confidence. The woman eventually stiffened in her
passion,
then passed out.
Charlie felt his chest swell with pride. He was a man!
And HE could
make a real woman cum!
His excited, humbly alive cock bathed her womb with his proud gift
of
salty cream. He soaked inside her as he softened. He turned
her
gently sideways on the bed, leaving his soft cock inside her,
drenched, inside a real woman's vagina. Another first.
He smiled in
happy contentment as he drifted back to sleep, his nose full of the
scent of mutually pleasurable sex, her sweet wetness mingling with
his own cum. Holding her softly, tenderly, lovingly, Charlie's
last
thought before he drifted off, his arms protectively wrapped around
the woman, was that he liked that smell, the smell of satisfying sex.
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A few hectic dreams later,
Charlie awakened to the heated scent of
the woman's well used vagina hovering over his face. Still groggy,
and beginning to feel the first harbingers of a severe hangover,
Charlie's nostrils flared as he inhaled the remnants of her passion
of the night before. Her papery whisper urged him to taste her,
to
help her cum again.
Tentatively Charlie extended his tongue. Her sex was covered
in the
slick, fragrant secretions of her lovers, including his own sperm.
The still unfamiliar racy thrill of being with a woman so highly
sexual, so uninhibited, pushed Charlie beyond his own habituated
shyness. Throwing his normal squeamishness to the wind, he eagerly
grabbed her hips and began to smear his mouth and face around her
sopping vagina. His tongue flickered into her openings.
Dollops of
sperm, his and other men's. began to drip into his mouth, onto his
face, entangle in his thinning hair.
Her murmured muted sounds of need drove him beyond his previous
passion. Charlie found himself doing things he would never have
considered before this night. His tongue even lathed the interior
of
her ass where he had fucked her. It was as though he had burst
screaming from his own constrictive egg of conservative upbringing.
For the first time in his marriage, he id not feel the imperative
compulsion to assure his wife would have nothing to use against him
in court during divorce proceedings. No, now it was all about
experiencing unfettered and ebullient sexual relations. Charlie
reveled in the freedom of giving the pleasures that were permitted
in
this highly sexual woman's arms, with this woman's body. Her
body
had no restrictions, no taboos that must be observed.
This was about pure, unadulterated, no strings sex. No spousal
control issues here in this woman's arms. Just uninhibited,
unfettered give and take pleasure.
Her mouth again descended on his raging prick. Feeling free
and
sexy, Charlie aggressively fucked her mouth this time. Without
reserve, he jammed his cock deep into the sexy woman's throat,
feeling the base of her tongue stimulating his glans, and that most
sensitive underbelly of his cock head. The two lovers, lost
in
passion, consumed the very souls of the other as they tried anything
and everything that their fantasies had ever concocted.
Charlie's orgasm, this time, so consumed him that he lost any ability
to control his actions. It felt as though his balls were being
shot
through his cock head when he came.
The woman passed out with his cock deep in her throat. Her cummings
had been so violent that Charlie had wondered how she could keep his
cock in her mouth. But she had, and his cum had shot down her
sucking orifice like a bob sled at the Olympics.
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"What is your wife's name?" she asked, her soft granular
voice still
suffering from having screamed so much for so long.
Charlie stirred. "Huh?" His own throat was
dry from the long night
of drinking. His tongue felt like ten grit sandpaper.
He
croaked "Gotta get a drink. Be right back. . . ."
Naked and
strangely unembarrassed, Charlie padded through the darkness toward
the slight crack of light coming under the hotel room door.
Charlie
reveled in the sensation of his naked cock and balls swinging in
the
slightly cool air of the hotel room. He half wished that his
wife
could see his cock and balls so loose and cum covered and free.
He felt his way into the sink area of the room, then turned on the
light above the sink. The light viciously slammed his eyes
with the
severe pain of his hangover, so he immediately shut the light back
off. Blessed darkness returned to the room. Charlie
breathed a sigh
of relief. Feeling with his hands, Charlie found the sink
faucet,
turned it on, waited for cooler water, then drank deeply.
His
stomach felt like he would puke any second.
Swaying in an unsteady misery, he headed back to bed. His
arms
seemed to instinctively wrap around the woman's body. He snuggled
against her back, his flaccid satisfied cock cradling between her
firm butt cheeks. The palms of his hands found her firm, perky
breasts. He cradled their elasticity gently. Her nipples were
soft
little sponges now. The satiated sensations felt so good,
so right
to them both.
"My wife's name is Ann."
Charlie could feel her whole body stiffen upon hearing his answer.
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The woman nearly panicked as she heard the impossible, her husband's
too familiar voice behind her.
No, it could not be a mistake, her husband's voice had also said
her
name. Fighting to control her worst fears, she thought `He
said his
wife's name is Ann. Could it possibly be true? Is this my
Charlie?'
Her fear controlled mind raced through the devastation that could
occur if her husband found out about her new found sexuality.
Fighting utter panic, she struggled to make herself be coldly
logical. Quickly she assessed her situation. Willing
herself to
calm, she began to ask herself questions and take stock of her
situation.
`One: it is still dark, he can't see me.' She looked
at the clock
on the bedside stand. Almost 6 o'clock in the morning.
`Two, obviously Charlie does not yet realize it is me! My
voice is
all screwed up, so he doesn't even recognize my voice, right?'
Ann
breathed a silent thank you to her guardian angel. Her body
began to
relax.
`Three, he has cheated on me, because he does not know who I am.
So
he cheated on me just like I cheated on him. Right?'
Ann knew that
was not going to hold water in the heated moments of her husband's
discovery of her recent activities. It was her that had been
such a
slut the whole night before. Loosing her focus, she worried
whether
her husband knew about her giving every man in the bar a BJ.
She
forced herself to get a grip on her fear.
`Four, he has a hangover, so he isn't thinking straight. In
fact, it
probably hurts him to think at all!'
Then a beautiful idea sprang full grown into her head. Obviously
her
husband had thoroughly enjoyed her favors. If she could just
get him
to admit that! If she could just talk him into admitting that
he
wished his wife was a slut like she obviously had been the night
before. And the weekend before that. And the weekend
before that.
Her heart began to hope again.
He obviously didn't know about her boob job yet either! Her
flannel
robe was huge and had hidden her new charms well. She had
paid for
it from her own inheritance after her mom died.
She smiled in the darkness as she remembered watching her new self
in
the mirror so many many times as her body healed. She loved
to
caress them now, so full and firm and shapely. She felt so
much more
like a sexy woman now with her new augmented breasts.
Ann tried to asses other aspects of the situation as her panic
continued to subside.
Finally, Ann asked herself, `Which woman do you want to be for the
rest of your life? The old, inhibited, small boobed Ann, or
the new
sultry uninhibited woman that her husband had so enjoyed the night
before.' She grinned as she remembered him becoming so enthralled
with her cum filled pussy only a few hours ago. She tried
to
remember, to count how many men had enjoyed her charms last night.
The evening was all a happy blur now. She decided to just
guess. A
nice round number of fifteen sounded good. Perhaps it was
fifteen
strangers plus her unsuspecting husband! That was her story
and she
was sticking to it! She grinned in the darkness. Her
husband had
unwittingly cheated on her, WITH her! The irony was almost
too
delicious to comprehend.
"What's your name?" Ann tried to not freeze up as
her husband took a
breath in preparation to answer her.
"Charlie."
Well, there was no doubt now!
Charlie's next question hung pregnant in the air. "What's
yours?"
Ann's hoarse voice tightened as she answered. "Marie."
She
instinctively used her own middle name.
"Did you say Marie?" Charlie raised his head, as
if to try to look
at her in the darkness.
Ann nodded her head and whispered yes in her overstressed voice.
Again fighting fear, she snuggled back into her unwitting husband's
arms, unconsciously seeking his protection from unmitigated
disaster. Charlie lowered his head back onto the pillow.
Ann
relaxed a bit.
Instinctively taking the initiative, as she had throughout their
marriage, Ann decided to be aggressive in establishing her husband's
complicit guilt. "Do you do this much? Fuck around
on her, your
wife?" Ann somehow needed to know that, even though she
really had
no grounds to hope for the answer she desperately hoped for.
"No, this is the first time." She could hear the
mournful sounds of
guilt in her husband's voice. Her mouth formed into a satisfied
half
smirk in the darkness.
Then Ann felt tears forming her eyes. It was too good a chance
to
not find out the unvarnished truth. She pressed ahead.
"What is
your wife like?" she asked.
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