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I had gotten off work early. Things were quiet, it was a holiday weekend and the boss told us all to take off at 1:30. I stopped to get a few things at the grocery store but still got home before 2:00. My husband Brad was not so lucky. I called him on his cell phone on the way home. He was tied up with preparation for the anticipated big weekend shopping spree by his store's customers. He'd be late. Our daughter, Hayley, was staying late for activities after school, so I would have some time to relax before everyone got home.

Brad had mentioned a few days earlier that his cousin Billy, who was in the Air Force, was returning from overseas and was going to stay with us for the weekend. I knew Billy from our wedding and he was the best man for Brad. Brad and Billy were the same age and had grown up in the same town. I had forgotten about him coming to visit.

I got home and went into our house. I put the groceries away and decided to start a load of wash. I went upstairs and took off my dress and hung it up. I could wear it once more before taking it to the cleaners. I carried the whites from our second-floor bedroom to the mud room by the garage. I put all the items in the washer and took my bra and panties off to add them to the load. I often did this and would walk around the house nude for a while. It felt good to be out of the restrictive feeling of the clothes I'd worn all day. I started the washer and walked into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher and get a drink of iced tea.

I stood there, naked, in my kitchen, drinking tea when I turned around at the noise of someone coming in the door from the patio. I turned and was surprised to see Billy standing there, looking at me. He just stared and didn't say anything. I didn't know what to do. Should I cover myself or run out of the room? That would make it seem like I had done something wrong, but it was my house and my kitchen and I was allowed to walk around naked if I wanted. So, I just said, "Hello, Billy."

He said, "This is a nice surprise."

I said, "I forgot you were coming. When did you get here?"

He replied, "I got in at noon. Brad left a key under the mat for me to get in."

I said, "Well, I wouldn't be walking around like this if I had remembered you were coming."

He surprised me when he said, "Nice story. You saw me when you came in."

I said, "No I didn't. What do you mean?"

He went on, "You came in and looked out the door into the backyard. I was sitting right there. I waved at you."

I remembered looking out the door when I got home, but I was preoccupied and was looking more at the sky for a sign of rain. I hadn't seen him, but he thought I had. "No, I didn't see you."

"Right." He said as he walked toward me and put his hands on my shoulders. He leaned in and kissed me. I didn't react so he continued, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me more passionately. I pushed him away.

What was I doing? This man had walked in on me standing nude in the kitchen and I let him look at me and then kiss me. "I think you have the wrong idea. I really didn't know you were here."

He said, "Okay, if you say so." He continued, "I've been in Bahrain for six months and haven't seen a real live civilian woman that whole time. And here I walk in and see you. It's like a dream. See what you're doing to me." He unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard cock. It was nice and stiff and it was bigger than Brad's. I couldn't help but look at it.

Billy came to me again and kissed me once more. He pushed his body into mine. I felt his cock against my belly. I hadn't been laid in a while myself, and I found this situation oddly erotic. Here was a nice-looking young guy with a hard-on, because of me. I let him kiss me and I started to respond. He cupped his hands on my ass cheeks and pulled me tighter to him. His tongue went into my mouth and I opened my mouth to accept it. I pushed my tongue against his as we kissed for quite a while.

I instinctively took hold of his cock and rubbed it back and forth, simulating what he would feel if he put it inside me. With his nudge of my shoulders, I went to my knees and looked at his cock as it bobbed in front of my face. I took it and put it between my tits. He began to move his hips, doing a titty-fuck. He sighed as he rubbed his cock against the soft skin of my breasts. I rubbed it against each of my hard nipples and then licked the tip of it. I licked the full length of it. I examined it closely and fondled his balls. Then I took him into my mouth. I was sucking his cock. As I worked on him with my mouth, he took his shirt off and then dropped his pants and stepped out of them and his shoes. He leaned back against the kitchen counter as I took control of him with my mouth. When I'm in the right mood, I like to suck my husband's cock. Making him feel good and controlling him with my mouth is a wonderful and very erotic experience. Now, I had another man's cock in my mouth and was giving him pleasure and controlling him with my mouth. I had only sucked my husband's cock since we were married. I got more and more excited as I serviced this new cock. I began to relax my throat and work this nice pecker into my throat. I don't think anyone had ever done this to him before. Billy gasped when I got his entire length in my mouth and throat. I almost gagged as I rubbed my nose in his public hair while his entire cock was inside my warm mouth. He jerked and came down my throat. I had put him over the edge. He pumped his dick as he finished coming. I pulled back to get some of the cum in my mouth where I could taste it. I like the taste of cum and really like to have a guy lose control and cum on my face and on my tongue.

I stood up and kissed him. Brad doesn't like to taste his own cum, but Billy seemed to like it. Maybe it was a new thing for him. Our tongues tangled and some of his cum was pushed into his mouth.

"Fuck me." I asked. I took his hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom. I pulled down the covers and pulled him on top of me. He lowered himself and put his face into my crotch. He rubbed his nose in my bush and licked my labia and then focused on my clit. He flicked his tongue back and forth and gave me an orgasm. Now he had control of me with his mouth. He could do anything he wanted. He put his tongue inside me and licked around the edges of my cunt hole. It felt good, but I wanted something more substantial inside me. I pulled him up and he slid right into me. His cock felt different than Brad's. It seemed to reach deeper inside me and felt a little larger as he pumped in and out of my vagina. I came for a second time as he pumped away. He'd come before so he had a lot of stamina before he'd come again. He pumped away at me. It felt so good. The idea of fucking a strange man was erotic, and a little dirty.

Billy rolled me over and entered me from behind. I lifted my ass to give him better access. He smacked my ass and we fucked like animals. I found myself almost shouting for him to fuck me harder. It felt really good. He was reaching deeper into my cunt than any cock ever had and I was loving it. Billy hadn't been fucked in a long time and he satisfied his long-suppressed desire as he fucked me harder and harder. The harder he fucked me, the better it felt. I began to come again. It was one of the most powerful orgasms that I'd ever had. My body shook all over, tensed up and then released. My cum gushed out of my cunt onto his cock and the bed. He wanted to drive his dick all the way into me and I wanted him to. His cock exploded with another load of sperm that I felt gushing inside me. The feeling of a man coming inside me, trying to make me pregnant is another amazing experience. His cock wanted me so much that it couldn't help but explode inside me.

We collapsed onto the bed and I fell asleep.

I woke up with the sound of the door opening downstairs. Our daughter was home. I was lying face down on the bed, bare naked, with my legs spread and fluid dripping out of my well fucked cunt. The kid was about to find her mother laying there like a common slut. I panicked. Where was Billy?

I got up and grabbed a robe from the closet. Then, I thought that would look suspicious. The kid was coming upstairs. I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Our daughter would usually come in there. I was often nude in front of her. As I ran the not-yet-hot water over me, she told me about her school day. I got out and dried myself and put on underwear, jeans and a sweatshirt.

Then she asked, "Mommy, whose clothes are on the kitchen floor?" Oh shit, Billy had left his clothes there.

"They are to go in the wash. A cousin of your daddy is here for a visit. His clothes needed washing so I asked him to leave them downstairs."

"Did he take them off down there?" she asked. "His shoes are there and his wallet is still in his pants."

I ducked the question and changed the subject, "I guess he was in a hurry. Would you like a snack? Where is your homework?" Our little girl was getting old enough to begin to understand the "facts of life". I don't know if my answers satisfied her or if she suspected her mommy was fooling around with daddy's cousin.

Before we went downstairs, I looked into the guest room and saw Billy lying there naked. Oh shit; had my daughter seen him? Hopefully not. I quickly closed the door and told her daddy's cousin was tired and was sleeping.

She asked one more question, "Were you and daddy's cousin taking a nap together?" Taking a nap together was a phrase Brad and I had used when we were screwing with the door closed and the kids aksed what we were doing. She knew.

"Of course not." I said, but I said it in a way that she could tell I was lying.

She said, "Okay." Then the little devil added, "I won't tell Daddy."

To be continued.