I lie here, in post coital bliss, enjoying the aftershocks from some of the best orgasms I have ever experienced. Little orgasmic eruptions in the center of my body, echoing spontaneously from the heavenly fucking I have just experienced. It wasn't love making. I was fucked, hard and long and deep, like I have never been in my life. Like my husband never did for me.
I never looked for it, I never expected it, I'm not even sure how or why it happened but I know I will want it again and again. The only trouble is, it wasn't from my husband and it was from a man I don't even like. He is everything Mal, my husband, is not. He is rude, crude, uncouth, overbearing and obnoxious but he has the stamina and the equipment of a bull.
I married Malcolm Brown twenty three years ago and we have had a story book marriage. Everything we wanted came to us. Two wonderful kids, now out on their own in the world, and Mal's rise to an upper level job in the corporate world that brought us our million dollar home in a gated community.
Mal is every woman's dream husband. He's a good provider, a wonderful father, good looking in an average sort of way and, I have always thought up until now, a competent and considerate lover who always brought me to completion He never forgets a birthday or anniversary and often surprises me with spontaneous gifts to remind me of his love for me.
I was truly a virgin bride. I had one serious boyfriend in high school but we never went beyond some light petting and the one boy I got close with in college never went beyond heavy petting and some oral. But I drew the line at penetration. I was a good girl. At least I was until today when I found out what I had been missing.
This all started at Elsie Wilson's annual pool party. It is the high light of the summer season in our neighborhood. Only the beautiful people are invited. The socially and physically attractive make the A list and this year, for the first time, we were invited. I was so excited when I showed the invitation to Mal and he dashed my euphoria to the ground when he told me he would be out of town that weekend.
"I'm sorry Patti," he told me, "have you forgotten, that's the weekend I am going to Augusta for that corporate executives golf outing. It's the chance of a lifetime to network with the management of some of the biggest corporations in America. It could mean a big boost my career. But you can go to the party without me and enjoy yourself. I always feel bad when I go away and have to leave you alone, there's no reason why you can't have a good time."
I had forgotten. Mal had told me weeks ago, I even had it on my calendar but that didn't stop me from being peeved. This was an important social event and I wanted my husband by my side.
But that's what I did, I went to Elsie's alone and after lunch and chatting with some of the women I knew, I retreated to a chaise lounge in the shade for a few moments of solitude. I guess I must have napped for a bit because I was awakened by some cold water drops on my bare midriff.
"I noticed that you were here alone and so am I," I heard him say, "and it is too good a party for you to sleep here in the shade so I brought you a drink and thought we could talk a bit." It was Norman Fisher.
I knew who he was and I knew he had a wife named Cindi but we had never had any social contact with them and I knew nothing more about either of them. I took the Margarita that he offered and I had to admit, it was just what I needed on this warm summer afternoon.
"Where's Mal?" he asked as he sat himself down on the edge of my chaise. I had to move my legs to the side to accommodate him.
"He's at Augusta National playing golf while I have to suffer here by myself." I whined.
"Well," Norman replied, "You really don't look like you are suffering too much. Here let me refill that for you." He took my empty glass from me and returned with another chilled Margarita in a frosty glass. "Where's Cindi?" I asked him as I looked at him more closely. He was about ten years younger than me and very good looking.
"She went back east to her parents. Her mother had a stroke and her father needed help in caring for her. She left two days ago and will probably be gone for a week or so until they can find someone to live in and help care for her."
"Oh, that's toooo baaaaddd, I slurred. I had almost finished my second drink. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was. I also hadn't realized that Norman was stroking my right calf.
"No, it's really not too bad." he answered, "It's giving me a chance to know you better." His hand was now caressing my inner thigh.
"Norman, schtop that! Don't get fressssh with me, we're not in high schooool." and then I giggled. That last drink must have been loaded.
"No you're right; we are not in high school. You are not a teenager, you're a woman, a beautiful woman, and I am going to fuck you."
"Nooooo Noormaan, I don't thinnnk sooooo. Ohhh I'm beginning to feel a little woozy."
"Come on," he said, "let's get you inside where it is cooler." He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet and walked me into the back of the house and then out the front to his car. As we pulled away from the Wilson's I put my head back against the head rest, I felt soooooo gooooood. I felt his hand inside my bikini and then he was touching my clittie. That felt even better.
"Norman, you shouldn't be doing that." I was giggling. "It's mucccssh too naughty."
"But you like it, don't you Patti."
"Yessssss." I hissed, "But I shouldn't. Ooooh, look we're home."
He half carried me into the house and he sat me onto a small arm chair. "Oh Norman I feel so tingly. What was in those drinks you gave me?"
"Just a little something to make you feel horny. To make your inner slut come out."
I felt my breasts fall free as he removed my bikini top. "Your tits are gorgeous," he said as he tweaked my nipples. I moaned, "Don't Norman, I'm not a slut." My nipples stood out hard and long. I arched my back to offer them up to him.
"Yes you are and you want this too." he said as he dropped his swim trunks.
His cock stood out from his body and I gasped. I had only known Mal's but what was in front of me was half again as big in both length and girth. It was almost poking my nose. It had a slight upwards curve and was uncircumcised. The helmet tip looked like a knob at the end. It was fascinating.
"Go on," he said, "Touch it, you know you want to. Feel it, feel how hard it is. It's like that because of you. Because of how sexy you are. Because of how beautiful you are. Because you want to suck it. That's right; take it in as deep as you can. Both hands now and still room to take it in deep. Look up at me while you suck. Keep looking when I cum. Drink, drink from me slut. Drink my cum, be my bitch. Swallow, do it, more is coming. You are so beautiful, so slutty."
I was slutty, I felt beautiful and desirable, I felt liberated and I could do anything he wanted and I did. He took me up to my bed and he stayed the night, not leaving until noon the next day.
