Something just a tad bit different. Depending on the response, I may follow up with other stories similar to this.
As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated.
Please remember this is a work of fiction - a flight of fancy, if you will. For those who like to poke holes or be overly critical, that means it's not real. So sit back and enjoy...
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Friday, May 13, 2016 6:30 pm:
Karen Anderson was in a completely different world as the man above her kept pounding into her with his much larger-than-average cock. She had already experienced several orgasms since coming into this motel room an hour or so ago, all of which she thought were much better than anything she had ever felt with Kyle, her husband of ten years. Whatever feelings of guilt she had about cheating on her husband were soon replaced by what she now felt between her legs.
In fact, Karen wasn't even sure why she was doing this. Things had been great between her and Kyle. He always treated her like a queen, doted on her, bought her presents and flowers on a whim, just to say 'I love you.' And the sex between them was good, even though it had dropped off a bit lately. They had two wonderful children and things were, in general, great.
But for some strange reason, she decided to give herself to John. Maybe it was the months he spent in the office seducing her with his compliments and the sly glances he gave her. Maybe it was the thrill of doing something behind her husband's back or perhaps it was the gossip she heard about his giant package from the other girls in the office. Perhaps it was all of the above.
At first, she was worried about what this might do to her marriage and her family, but all that went away as he gave her the first orgasm of the evening with his tongue. Naturally, she returned the favor by swallowing a load of his seed and then the main course began. Now, all she cared about was getting as much of this man in her as she could in the short time they would have together, even if it meant getting pregnant by him.
By now, all thoughts of Kyle left her mind. There was no longer any guilt, just the need for another orgasm. She'd make it up to her clueless husband, she thought. Maybe she'd even teach him how to do that thing John did with his tongue.
Eventually, John, the man now fucking her senseless in this cheap motel room bed, emptied his massive load inside her, sending her over the top with a mind-blowing orgasm of her own. He fell down on the bed next to her and the two lovers fell asleep in each other's arms after promising each other a repeat performance.
She woke up and glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to her. The clock read 8:30, which gave her plenty of time to clean up and get home. She told Kyle she would be working late but would be home by 10:30 at the latest. The motel was only a half-hour from her house, so she had plenty of time to clean up and get home to her husband.
She looked at the other side of the bed and noticed John had already left. She didn't recall him leaving and thought it odd he would go home to his wife without saying anything to her. She decided to give him a piece of her mind when she saw him at work the next day. She also noticed that his side of the bed looked as though no one had ever been there. Strange, she thought, but decided that he was probably as neat as he was talented.
She went into the bathroom, inspected herself and noticed that other than a bit of puffiness between her legs, John had left her free of any tell-tale marks. That was good, she thought, as she didn't want to explain any strange bruises or marks on her body.
She took an extra-long shower, using two douches to clean herself as much as possible. She didn't want to risk taking John's bodily fluids home to Kyle - at least not yet. After inspecting herself closely, she put her work clothes back on and prepared to leave, giving the room another quick look to make sure nothing was left behind.
Karen dropped off the room key, then looked around to make sure no one she knew saw her. The only person she spotted was a rather odd-looking man in an outdated gray business suit on the corner looking at her. He seemed somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. He held a cigarette in one hand and the other was in his pocket. What struck her, however, was the lack of any natural color. He looked like a character straight out of an old black-and-white 1960s television show.
She made her way back to her car, got in and noticed the interior was covered with dust and smelled musty, as though it had sat idle for an extended period of time. Odd, it wasn't like this just a few hours ago, she thought. She rolled down the window to air it out and tried to start the car.
At first, it wouldn't start, but after pressing the gas pedal several times it sputtered to life, black smoke pouring out of the exhaust. She pressed the gas pedal several times to make sure the car would run, making a mental note to have her husband look at it in the morning.
She headed home, wondering if Kyle would spot any change in her. Hopefully, he wouldn't even notice.
She got home a few minutes before 10:00 and saw two strange cars in her driveway. That's odd, she thought. Kyle didn't say anything about having company over. The house looked a bit different to her as well. The curtains were all wrong and the landscaping had been completely changed. Surely Kyle didn't do all this in one day, and certainly not without consulting her first, she thought.
She double-checked the address to make sure she was at the right house, then parked on the street. Kyle had some explaining to to, she said to herself.
She got out of the car and went into the house, noticing that everything was wrong. There was strange furniture in the living room, all of her pictures and precious knickknacks were gone, replaced and worse yet, there was a somewhat older black couple sitting on the couch looking at her strangely.
"Who are you people and why are you in my house?" Karen asked. The man stood up and looked at Karen strangely.
"I'm Al Jorgenson," he said, "and this is my wife, Amanda," he added, pointing to the attractive woman sitting with him. "Who might you be, miss, and why are you in our home?"
"My name is Karen Anderson, and I've lived in this house with my husband Kyle for the last eight years," she said. "I don't understand. What's going on?"
"Miss, I think you might want to leave now," Al said. "We bought this house from Mr. Anderson a year ago after his divorce became final."
"Divorce?" Karen asked, shocked. "What divorce? I was here just this morning with my husband before I left for work."
Al began moving toward Karen. "Miss, I really think you should leave before I have to call the police."
"Yes, please, call the police," Karen said. "Something's going on here and I intend to get to the bottom of it. This has got to be one of Kyle's practical jokes."
Al picked up his phone and dialed 911. After he spoke to the dispatcher, he hung up the phone and addressed Karen.
"The police will be here in a few minutes," he said. "You may have a seat if you wish to wait for them here," he added, motioning for her to sit in a recliner next to the couch.
Karen sat down wondering what she would do next. She pulled out her smartphone and suddenly realized it was dead. This, too, was odd, as she always kept it charged up so Kyle or her children could contact her at any time.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, but may I please use your phone so I can call my husband?" Karen asked.
"Sure, no problem at all," Al said, handing her his phone.
Karen dialed Kyle's number from memory but got a message telling her the number was no longer in use. Frantic, she tried calling her parent's number but got the same response. She also tried calling Kyle's parents but got a fast busy signal. Dejected and out of options, she handed the phone back to Al.
"You say you bought this house a year ago from my husband?" she asked Al. He nodded.
"Yes, we did," he said. "He sold it to us at a very good price and said it was due to a divorce."
"Did he say anything about why he was getting divorced?" she asked. Amanda spoke up.
