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Click hereFor a few minutes, we lay on the bed, catching our breath. I felt Derek's come slowly leaking out of me, forming a growing wet spot on the sheet beneath me.
Eventually, Derek leaned over and kissed my breast. "If you could stay for a little while," flicking his tongue across a nipple, "we could try it again?"
I paused a moment. "I, uh, I'd like to, Derek, but, um, I need to get home to, ah…."
Derek propped his head up on his elbow. "You need to get home to tell your husband everything you did here tonight, right?" he said with a smile and a wink.
"Um, yeah," I said sheepishly. "You must think we're some kind of perverts or something…"
"Mmmmm, not at all, Tammy," he said. "I think it's a pretty common fantasy. And actually, I think it's really great that you're willing to live it out like this," he said as he pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard. "Truth be told, I have had the same fantasy about Cynthia being with other men, or other women, but I don't think she'd ever actually do it. I've told her about it, but I think she's humoring me more than anything."
"Well," I said, stroking his chest, "if it's any consolation, a month ago I think Jack would have said the same thing about me. And here I am…."
"Maybe Tammy. I'll just enjoy being a part of your fantasy before I start getting my hopes up."
I stood up from the bed and picked my slip up off the floor, pulling it over my head. I looked around and saw my panties lying at the foot of the bed. I slipped them up my legs, then pulled on my dress.
"I love watching a woman get dressed," Derek said. "Undressed too, but it's hot watching you put on your clothes."
"Thanks, Derek. Could you help me with the zipper?" I turned my back to him, and he walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the skin of my back. He zipped me up, and I turned to him, standing so comfortably, nude, in front of me. "That was great," I said, looking up at him.
He leaned down to kiss me. "You are one very hot white woman," he whispered. "Thanks, Derek," I replied. A thought formed in my brain, and I decided to say it before I chickened out.
"But Derek, if you are, um, ever in any way, ah, not happy with me in bed…" I said, looking at my shoes.
"Yes, Tammy?" he said quizzically. I looked up at him.
"You, ah, you will need to spank me."
Derek's eyes slowly widened. He wrapped his arms around me.
"Don't tell me you're into S&M too???"
"No, I…I wouldn't call it that, I….well, let's just say I have a pretty wide submissive streak. I like being tied up and, um, ‘forced' to do things." The corners of Derek's mouth started turning up into a smile. "And, I, ah, I really like having my ass spanked or being disciplined when I've been bad."
"Or good, for that matter," I added with a nervous little laugh.
One of his hands drifted down my back to my ass. "I'll remember that for next time, Tammy," he whispered slowly. His tone both excited me and scared me. He walked me to the front door, and gave me another kiss. "Enjoy the rest of your evening," he said. "I, um, ah, I'm sure I will," I said nervously, my mind already beginning to think about what I'd be doing with my husband when I got home.
As I pulled out of Derek's driveway, I glanced at the clock – it was a little past 10, meaning that the kids would be asleep when I got home and Jack and I could lock the bedroom door and…
…I'd tell my husband how much I enjoyed going to be fucked by Derek…
I drove home in a slow simmer, anticipating what the night's second round of sex might be like. I knew how it would start, anyway…
I walked into the darkened house, the garage door shutting behind me. I walked quietly up the stairs, and into our bedroom. Jack rose from the bed, dimmed the lights, and locked the door behind me. Without saying a word, he unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Walking in front of me, he kissed me deeply, running his hands up and down my back and sides, using the fabric of the slip to caress my skin.
"Jack, I…" I began
"Shhhhhhhhh, Tammy," he said, pressing a finger to my lips. "You can tell me the details in a little while, after I make you come." He gently pushed me to the bed, and pushed my slip up to my hips. I closed my eyes as he pulled off my thong, spread my thighs and slowly kissed and licked my tender pussy.
"Oh, Jack, yes…." I moaned as his tongue pushed deeper into me. I writhed on the bed as he worked in and over my pussy with his lips and tongue. Finally, he started slowly flicking his tongue across my clit, and my breaths became shallower as I felt my second orgasm of the evening approach.
I gasped as my climax throbbed through me, gripping Jack's head between my legs as my body finally went limp.
After a moment, he crawled up my body, pushing my slip up over my breasts. He placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and slowly started pushing into me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply.
"So tell me all about your evening with Derek," he whispered in my ear as he began a slow, sensuous fuck…
…to be continued
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- COMMENTS
26thNCover 4 years agoI hate these middle aged cheating whore and cuck stories, especially when you have to shove in the gratuitous bbc. Trash story.
OGHMNWover 5 years agoTammy and Jack as well as Derek have now crossed over with their relationship and experiences. Very Hot and Erotic descriptions and wonderful writing. Thank You and looking forward to reading more chapters.
Anonymousover 7 years agoLoved the creampie scenario you created
Loved that Tammy came while Jack ate his cream left overs
Anonymousover 18 years agoTammy you are the best Number one in my book for sure.
Thanks
Andy
Anonymousover 19 years agoluv the anklet idea but how about making it a friend or neighbor being persistent about asking about it? Maybe a woman Tammy exercises with, who would also see her hairless pussy in the locker room? could lead to some very hot girl-girl action.
clit or nipple piercing would also be hot.
luv the story, cant wait for more.
Anonymousover 19 years agoJack, Tammy's husband could give her an anklet to be worn on her left ankle, to signify her submission to Derek. But Derek would be the one to decide what the inscription should read such as 'slave tammy, Master Derek'. Tammy's friends and family would be inquisitive about the anklet. It could be humiliating to Tammy to try to change the subject or have to explain the anklet's meaning. I could picture Tammy's mother being persistent about an explanation and then being reluctantly intrigued for her own marriage.
Tammy might also be forced to wear a waist chain sometimes, as a sign of submission to her master. Ultimately, I'd like Tammy's clitoris to be pierced with a small gold ring, ordered by Master Derek.
Master Derek, with Jack's support, should extend the limits of his slave tammy, while she struggles to maintain an outward average wife and mother persona.
Anonymousover 19 years agoPlease have maless husband suck his masters black cock and put it in her stretched out swollen slut cunt. Then after he has served drinks at the half in his frilly apron have the cuckolded loving humiliated husband suck most of the hemungus black cocks stringy cum from her hamburized enlarged cunt - but leave enough for twin bastard black babies for him to raise lovingly.
Now it goes without saying, the braindead humiliated loving husband can never fuck his loving well respected slut wife again not because neither she and he wouldn't feel the sides or bottom of her stretched out cunt enough to get off but because she's gone black and won't come back.
So then lover boy divorces his wife and moves into the master bedroom while demeaned cuckolded husband shares a room with the black bastard babies while she makes some more bastard babies.
But --- and this is critical --- each cock and cunt respects each other at morning prayers. God bless this sick minded depraved, perverted, male bashing author as only the sickies would otherwise. Well written but sickly so - hardly entertaining and watch the scores go down as this gets worse over time. Not a moral critisism but one of marital disrespect, demeaning husbands and males in general, unfair non-balanced and non-erotic when thought about beyond all the author's clever talented words. Get some help if this really turns you on bucko and buckesses!!
