Irony. That's all I could think of as I read the e-mail asking me to help a fellow literotica member out . . . Irony. I mean, what are the odds? What are the chances that HE would contact ME? HA! "It's a small world" doesn't even begin to touch this one.
I guess maybe I better explain before anyone reading this thinks I'm just some total nut job with nothing to say on a long road to saying it.
See, my real name is John and I've been submitting my stories to literotica for about a year now. Then, a couple months ago I got an e-mail from some guy who wanted me to write a story about his wife having an affair. I thought it'd be kind of fun so I did it. He seemed happy and we went on about our lives.
Then, here just about a week ago I got another e-mail from yet another guy. A guy named Kenny. Seems Kenny had a problem. His wife HAD had an affair . . . Well, a few little tryst at least . . . and Kenny just couldn't get the images of his wife being stuffed by another man's hard cock out of his head. So he went looking on literotica for someone to help him, someone to write a story describing this for him. Someone to give him a better, sharper image of his wife being fucked by these other men. And, thanks to some fellow lit-chatters he was sent to me.
To ME! HA! Irony.
Well, at first I was just interested in the idea of doing the story for Kenny because, if nothing else, it offered me something new to write. A new story line to use. But then he threw a few of the details at me and my heart starting pounding. As I read the names and the generalized events he was telling me about I couldn't believe it. I just could not F'ing believe it.
'No way,'
I thought.
'No fucking way!'
Sure enough, there were the names and the events. But I had to be sure. I had to KNOW. So I asked him for a pic of his wife. A photo to use as a stepping off point for my imagination. Yea, he'd described her, but a picture is so much more tangible. Then I got it. Actually I got them. He sent a few pics. All of them showing his pretty little wife's smiling face.
And then I KNEW. And my mind exploded! Irony.
Yea, I knew. There she was. Brandy. The married girl from work that me and a couple of my buddies had recently had little flings with. Irony.
Here Kenny is looking for someone to write him a story describing how his wife was getting stuffed by some strange meat and he finds me, one of the guys that was doing the stuffing. Irony.
Well, what the hell. Kenny, here you are.
To begin, Brandy is a pretty little brunette with a teenager's face, a nice set of B-cup tits and a curved shape that would get just about any man's attention. When she first started working with me at our local Wal-Mart I knew right away that there were possibilities there. She just had that kind of attitude, friendly and flirtatious. Plus she was young and trapped in a marriage with a little baby, so her youthful vigor was being dampened and that didn't exactly fit her well.
My buddy and fellow co-worker Frank saw the same thing and the two of us started working the situation for ourselves . . . For our own end results. We listened to her moan and complain about her home life, taking every opportunity we could to point out her husband's faults and mistakes and make her believe that she deserved better.
Whether or not any of what we were saying was true or not didn't really matter, at least not to us. We just wanted to get in Brandy's pants and to hell with her old man and the marriage.
As time went by we could see that our tactics were having the desired effect. The number of her complaints steadily increased as did the level of her flirtatiousness. A few times, when I figured no one was around, I even managed to grab her ass in the store, filling my hand with the soft tissue hidden beneath her pants. When I did this she would playfully tell me to stop it, but she never gave me any wicked stares or even frowned, so I knew she was having fun with it too.
Then one day she came to work looking really upset. Part way through our shift I managed to ask her what was wrong and all she said was:
"That husband of mine again."
I asked her if she wanted to talk about it but she said she didn't feel like it at work. Then an hour or so later she caught me and asked if I'd go somewhere with her after work to talk. Of course I said "Yes" as my mind started reeling with ideas and the possibilities.
I had her follow me to this one boat ramp with a picnic area, next to the lake, which I know is usually void of people. Once there, she climbed into my pick up and started telling me how Kenny had done something or not done something. I don't remember what it was all about, all I was doing was staring at her pretty face and those beautiful tits of hers.
She was wearing a short sleeved, white top with a big vee-neckline that plunged down to show plenty of cleavage and the top edges of her bra. At some point she'd changed from her work pants into a pair of black shorts that, as she sat partially sideways on my seat, rode up her thighs to a tantalizing level. I let her ramble on about whatever it was that was bothering her as I devoured the sights of those precious tits and milky thighs.
Before long she was out of talk. For a few seconds we just sat there in silence, both of us turned and facing each other from only a foot or so apart. She stared into my eyes and I stared back, forcing myself to focus on her brown orbs and not allow my gaze to drop down to that tempting cleavage.
It was obvious to me that she was waiting for something and I decided to take my shot. I reached up with one hand and brushed a few loose strands of her hair away from her cheek, my fingers gently caressing her skin. My hand continued forward until I was cupping the back of her head and then I pulled her to me as I leaned forward.
Brandy offered absolutely no resistance as I planted my lips against hers and kissed her deeply, my tongue pushing past our connected lips and into her mouth after a few seconds. Her own tongue rose up to slither over mine. As we kissed we slid closer to one another. Brandy lifted one hand and rested it on my arm while she laid the other on my upper chest with just her finger tips curled over my shoulder. I reached out with the hand that was not cupping her face and rested it against her side, inches away from where her ample breast pushed her top outward.
We continued to kiss for several minutes, our tongues diving at and slithering over each other's, our bodies sliding closer, inch by inch. By the time our lips parted and I began to plant kisses back across Brandy's cheek toward her ear her breathing had grown deep and heavy. She leaned her head to the side to allow me access to her earlobe and I nibbled on it for a few seconds. Then I kissed my way down over her neck to the edge of her top. As my lips pressed and moved over the flesh of her neck I heard her whimper subtly and take a couple of short, sudden inhales. Taking this as my cue I proceeded to lay several minutes worth of kisses all over her neck, my lips brushing over her flesh while my tongue occasionally struck out to caress her as well.
Brandy was starting to pant while I did this and she leaned her head back and to the side to allow me better access to her sensitive neck. We had slid as close together on the seat as possible. Her shoulder length hair hung away from her face and her eyes were nearly closed, her pupils barely visible behind small slits. Her fingers were starting to grip and tighten on my arm and shoulder.
Slowly I raised my one hand, the one laying on her side, so that it came into contact with the side of her breast. I heard her suck in a deep breath as I pressed against the soft mound, the heat from my palm radiating through her clothing. I quickly followed this pressure with a frontal slide, bringing my hand around to cup her tit through her blouse, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Ooohhhhh," Brandy sighed when I did this.
Keeping her breast cupped in my hand, my fingers and palm rolling and squeezing over the fleshy mound, I kissed my way back up her neck and across her cheek. As our lips met this time Brandy drove her tongue into my mouth and pushed her lips hard against mine.
The feel of Brandy's wonderful breast in my one hand was amazing and the attention I was giving it was really having its effect on her as well. While we kissed and I massaged her tit I felt her nipple growing hard through the material of her top and bra. Her breathing was growing heavier and several small whimpers resonated in her throat.
Moments later I dropped my hand and slid it under her top, pushing the material up as I reached to play with her tit with only the bra covering it. While I did this I felt Brandy's hand drop as well, the one that'd been at my shoulder, and as I cupped her tit through her bra I felt her hand press against the cock growing in my pants.
I cupped and squeezed at her tit while she massaged the hardening member in my crotch. Through her bra I could feel her nipple easier, the little nub was rock hard and poking at the thin material as I palmed her breast and pressed against it. The more we kissed and massaged each other, the more she whimpered into my mouth as our tongues pushed and played with each other.
Minutes later, when I broke our lip lock, she moaned as her head fell back slightly. Her eyes were closed now and her bottom lip hung open as she panted for breath. At my crotch her hand was digging at the hard cock within my jeans, her fingers trying to wrap themselves around the member and jerk at it.
I reached down and pulled at the bottom hem of her blouse. Brandy quickly understood and helped me to pull the garment up and over her head, tossing it onto the dash. During this she had to release the hold she was attempting on my cock. I saw her hand shaking slightly as she reached behind her to undo her bra which soon joined her blouse on the dash.
"Oohhh God, John," she sighed as she hurriedly pulled her legs together and lifted up, her hands working at the top of her shorts, pushing them down her legs. "I want you so bad."
Even then I didn't know if she had in fact followed me to the secluded spot with any intentions other than talking. Of course my ego told me that this is what she had planned the whole time, but I don't know that. Still, I have to admit I was a little surprised by her enthusiasm at this point. Not being one to miss an obvious sign or a fantastic opportunity though, I quickly spun on the seat and started to undo my own jeans. Barely had I gotten them down past my knees when Brandy, her shorts and panties now on the dash as well, was grabbing at my cock once more. This time she was able to get her fingers around it and she gripped it happily, her hand stroking the stiff member.
