Paula's husband groaned as he slipped his rapidly shrinking 5 inch cock from her semi wet pussy. "Good fuck babe. Night" he said squeezing her tit then rolling over and went to sleep. Her husband of 2 years was a lousy lover- and she used the word lover loosely. His idea of sex was to spit on his hand, lube his cock, proceed to stick it in her semi wet cunt, pump up and down 3 or 4 times, cum, roll off, squeeze her tit, and then go to sleep. If he lasted 5 or 6 pumps as he had just done, he'd tell her she was a good fuck. A 17 year old virgin on her wedding night, she'd been nervous about sex. She couldn't believe people made such a fuss about that!
Over the next few years Paula would listen to her co-workers recount their sexual escapades. She would feel her pussy begin to throb and a certain tingling begin in the base of her spine as she heard these stories. Sometimes after her husband fucked her, one of her hands would stray down to her pussy, and spread some of the cum leaking out of it around her clit making it throb. Again she would start to feel that curious tingling at the base of her spine, but feelings of guilt would assail her and she'd pull her hand away leaving herself even more frustrated.
She tried on many occasions to talk to him about their sexual problems but he thought he was Casanova and would never listen to her. One day while reading her local paper's classified section in search for some cheap second furniture, she saw an ad by a man claiming he could totally satisfy a woman. After all those coffee room conversations she knew exactly what the ad meant. Something inside her snapped and she tore the ad from the paper, hiding the scrap in her wallet. Over the next few weeks she gradually built up the courage to ring the number. She finally dialed the number three weeks later. "Hello Mark speaking," said a deep, melodious voice as she call was answered.
Her throat went dry.
"Hello. Is there anyone there?"
The sound of his voice caused her pussy to start throbbing.
"Um yes," Paula managed to squeak out. She licked her dry lips. "I'm calling about your ad." "Oh yes. Well tell me sugar shall I come to you, or you to me?" He was direct and to the point and that voice was really doing things to her pussy. "Um I think it's better if I come to see you," she said her voice coming out in a gasp. Over the next few minutes they made an appointment. Paula ended the call unable to believe she was about to commit adultery! Her hand snuck down to her pussy- she had never been this wet before! On the appointed day she rose early and called in sick. She quickly got her husband's breakfast ready, and while he ate it prepared his cut lunch. She could hardly wait to get him out the door! Picking up his work bag he strutted up to his wife cupping his crotch. "That was some fuck last night baby!" He'd last a record 7 thrusts before cumming. "I'll try and get home early so we can repeat the experience. I really gave you a good bit of dick!" he smirked as he placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. She felt like screaming as she almost slammed the door behind him.
Taking a calming breath, she quickly tided the kitchen. Glancing at the clock she saw she had only 2 hours to get ready. After her husbands' behaviour this morning any guilt she was experiencing was wiped away. She ran a bath a wallowed in the scented water. An hour later she stood before her bedroom mirror naked and looked at herself. Luckily she hadn't had any children yet. Her stomach was still flat, and she cupped her high perky tits tugging on her thick nipples. Her legs were long and shapely, and she followed them up till she got to her bush. Her hair there was blonde and silky; she quickly dipped a finger between her pussy lips and found that she was already wet.
She turned sideways- her arse was firm, her cheeks nicely rounded. Quickly she pulled out the sexy lingerie she'd bought a few weeks ago. She slipped on the lacy black thong. Picking up the matching red and black bra she slipped it on, doing up the front clasp. Slipping into a new red and black dress she grabbed her purse and car keys and drove to Mark's flat.
Standing outside the door Paula felt a momentary stab of guilt but her husband's "I really gave you a good bit of dick" echoed in her thoughts. The anger she felt was the incentive she needed to ring the doorbell. Before she could change her mind, the door was opened by the most incredible looking man she had ever seen. "You must be Paula. Welcome! Please come in." Dumbly she followed him into a room lit only by candles. She turned to look at him. Standing well over 6 feet, his lean black body radiate confidence. "Please sit down Paula. Would you like a drink?"
Tongue-tied she took a seat continuing to start at him. He smiled at her, and taking the initiative poured her a glass of chilled white wine. He had seen her type many times before. Handing her the glass, she took it and gulped its contents. "That's better!" she thought, and a little breathless and set her glass down. "Look Mark, I've never done anything like this before," she said waving her hands in front of her. Again Mark smiled and sat beside her. Taking one of her hands between his, he began massaging his thumb across her palm. "Tell me why you're here sugar."