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I have been married for some time now, longer than I care to admit to be honest. In my marriage I had been faithful until a few years ago. I know, how could I lose my faithfulness? It was a matter of circumstance, in a moment of weakness. But in that moment I found a thrill I will strive to gain as often as I can. Slut? I don't think so, but if that is what I have to be to get this wonderful thrill, I will be one. I will be a dirty, naughty slut for that complete euphoria and I won't care.
I am an older woman, touching my forties, my hair is long, midway down my back and only a few white strands dare invaded me. I'm just over five foot six and pushing, well, let's say a hundred and thirty pounds. I like to consider myself curvy but in shape as I have always worked out with medium sized breasts, 34c if you need to know.
It was a normal day for a Friday, work then home. On Fridays my brother-in-law, Dale, and his wife, Cynthia, came over for dinner, every Friday for the past nine years. It wasn't anything unusual nor did I expect anything different. After we had our meal we headed into the living room for some drinks and small talk. Like always the conversation turned to sex, one half of the couple was always in need of it more often than the other, same old, same old.
This Friday; however, we all had a bit too much to drink and my husband, Bill, decided that Dale and Cynthia should probably stay in the guest room for the night rather than drive home. It wasn't uncommon for this to happen but it was rare.
We seemed to pass out fairly quickly but I woke just past one in the morning and was dying of thirst, no doubt caused by the alcohol. So, I just threw on Bill's shirt to cover my top figuring no one would be up and just let my booty shorts cover my bottom.
I kept the lights off, allowing myself just the glow of the fish tank in the living room to illuminate the kitchen as I retrieved a glass and let the water run for a few to cool down before filling it. And then he spoke.
"Damn, no wonder why Billy always wants to play with you."
I held my breath! I could just imagine how I looked! My hair down, wearing light blue button-up shirt and batman booty shorts. I felt my face heating with embarrassment.
I took a long sip and found my voice, "Thanks Dale, if you don't mind I would like to turn around without you seeing any more of my body and head back to bed."
He chuckled and the sound of it went right down my spine, "I wouldn't mind seeing more of your body Lynn. I mean, I have seen you sunbathing before, it's not much different. Although, batman looks really good on you."
I bit my lip, this just wasn't happening! "Okay Dale, thanks, now time to go. Bill or Cynthia could come down the stairs anytime now and think something was going on."
He laughed again, "Bill is out cold and so is Cyn. And would they be wrong? I mean, you have been teasing me for years and it's not like you haven't fantasized about me. In all honesty, sometimes Cyn and I pretend we are you two when we fuck."
Oh my god! For some reason I thought that was extremely hot! And the fact was, I had fantasized about him, more than once. I mean, who wouldn't? He was over six feet tall, at least two-hundred forty and solid. I had seen him come out of the pool many times and before he pulled his shorts to take away the suction I had a great view at one very large cock. Hell, I had a dildo named Dale! Fantasized? A bit! Cynthia practically had an orgasm telling me how good Dale had treated her a couple years ago when we were in a canoe and alone. And before I had fallen asleep I heard Cynthia's moans of pleasure echoing throughout my home while my husband laid asleep beside me in his drool. But fantasizing is one thing, doing is another. "That's great Dale, time to go."
I could hear his footsteps moving closer then felt his warm paws as they pressed against my hips, "Something tells me you don't want me to go. How about I just hold you a bit?"
His hands were so big, so warm. I could feel myself heating between my legs. I had to make it stop before I could no longer find the will to resist. But my body would not move and once again I was left giving shallow words, "Okay Dale, you made your point. I have no doubt you can please a woman. Sure, I fantasized, but that's it. We can leave it there."
I felt his lips close to my ear and his body press against mine, his cock pressed firmly against my ass. His words were little more than a whisper, "I can please you Lynn. Just relax baby girl."
I tried to breath, tried to resist but everything in my body told me not to. My mind was screaming no, but my body was begging for him to show me how much pleasure he could bring me. I wanted to die, yet felt so alive at the same moment. I concentrated on my words but I doubt they were more than a whisper, "Enough Dale."
His hand slid to my arm and guided the glass to the counter where I let it settle. His other hand moved in front of me and very quickly and skillfully unfastened the buttons of Bill's shirt. He ran his fingers up my arms to the top of the shirt then, taking a step back, let it slide off my body and to the floor. He gave me no time to react before he was back against my body. His hands moved to my stomach and ever so slowly up to my breasts. He milked me with such a light touch that I wanted to scream for him to take me right there and when his fingertips closed over my nipples I could feel the moisture of my pussy begin to soak my panties. His touch was driving me insane!
His lips closed on my earlobe then he whispered again, "You are like a porcelain doll Lynn. I have waited for what seems like an eternity to feel you against me. I have longed for your touch for so long."
I wanted him! I wanted him so bad! And the fact that my husband was so close by didn't bother me; in fact, it began to add to the excitement! I turned my head and found his lips. I kissed him deeply, sooo deeply. I couldn't get enough of his mouth! And when the fingers of his right hand slid down my body I felt my legs part for him, inviting him.
He kept one hand firm on my breasts, the tips of his fingers pinching and rolling my nipple. His other hand slid stealthily into my panties and when he pressed the tips against my folds I almost exploded. I began to move my hips against his fingers but he stopped me by pressing me hard against him. His lips left mine and went back to my ear and his words were deep and quiet, "I'm going to please you Lynn. But, I'm going to please you my way."
There was something about the way he said those words. Something that told me he was going to do things I had never had done to me and I didn't have a choice. And, to be honest, that excited me even more. I don't know what my words were, I don't even know if they were words. I just wanted him to take me, to make me cum over and over and I didn't care how. I was his to use.
He slid the hand off my breast and gently pushed my top half down onto the counter. I complied easily, the excitement growing more by the second. What would he do to me? How much would he please me? I could hardly wait for him to do what he wanted to me!
His fingers left my wet pussy and I felt all ten upon my panties brim and slowly he slid them down my legs. I felt every inch of their movement, every fiber of my being was being jolted by the simplicity of how smooth and how slowly batman slid down my legs. It was incredible!
When the panties were on the floor Dale knelt behind me and softly caressed my ass. His hand was so big, so firm on me, I wanted to feel it forever. He slid his fingers between my thighs and I spread my legs without hesitation, I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to enter me! He used the tips of just two fingers and ran them through my folds until he was pressing them against my clit. His words were soft but stern, "Spread your beautiful ass for me Lynn."
