The Summer Kitchen

After almost fifteen years of marriage, I finally admitted to myself that I have a problem. It started around my ninth year of married life and has continued to this day. I am in some ways, like an alcoholic. The first step is to admit you are one, and the next is trying to stay clean. I'm trying to stay clean but it's a struggle. My addiction is Ryan. Yeah, as you might've already guessed, he's not the guy I married. My husband is Joe. He's handsome and a perfect husband and father. I love him deeply. We have two children, ages twelve and fifteen. As you can see from the age of my oldest, I was preggy when we married.

Joe is six-foot, dark hair, brown eyes, and very handsome. He's a VP and regional manager for one of the large wine companies, steadily making his way up through the ranks to an executive position. As a result, we live well. He is athletic and still youthful, despite working hard to provide for me and his children. That is why my deceit is even more despicable. I'll get to that in a moment.

We are both cyclist and stay trim, which is why we frequently get envious, and sometimes, lustful looks from both sexes. Narcissistically we enjoy their attention and I admit that every once in a while I spot a guy that makes me drool. Joe has also admitted as much to me about some chick he sees with nice tits. It has provided us a few laughs and often as not, some hot sex sessions between us. Neither of us have a thought of entertaining these impulses, believing them to be natural responses to the opposite sex. I always knew Joe would never cheat on me, and that I'd never cheat on him - mostly.

I'm a five-six, slim built, blond with a 35 inch bust, and what Joe calls, "an ass to die for." I admit I like to wear jeans or shorts to show it off, and Joe likes it too. From day one, mine and Joe's sex life has always been great. He's a good lover, attentive, inventive and tender. We are not prudes. We sometimes watch porn and in the past have even tried out several sexual devices.

One night after a party at which a friend described her boyfriend's "huge cock", we measured Joe and discovered his rather thin, slightly curved, uncircumcised cock was just a mark shy of eight inches when hard. We had heard that six was average for most men, so I considered myself lucky in that respect.

Now, I'll tell you some things that will get me called all sorts of bad names, but I feel compelled to do it. My therapist said that sometimes, baring the soul cleanses the heart. If confession is good for the soul, I hope doing this helps. I started off my attempt to write by relating my entire story into a tape recorder, and then transcribing it into writing which I hope eliminates most typos. I'm doing my best at this so please don't be too critical.

Cleo said I could be as vague, or as detailed as I wanted, and I chose the latter because maybe in some small way that will help cleanse some of my sins. I plan to put every little detail in here, no matter how bad it makes me look. I know that in the end, in order to reach absolution, finally I must also confess these misdeeds to my husband. So far, I haven't had the courage.

About five years ago we had a summer kitchen installed behind the pool house in our spacious back yard. We live on the outskirts of a large city and obtaining the building permit had been a hassle, but eventually the crew showed up and work began. The owner of the construction company was a man named Ryan. Since Joe was gone most of the time it fell on my shoulders to handle all the details.

When I opened the front door that first day I stood looking up at the most gorgeous hunk of manhood I'd ever laid eyes on. This guy was about six-three, wide shoulders, slim hips, nice arms in his sleeveless t-shirt, rugged tanned features and sensuous lips. His expressive gray eyes captivated me instantly. He had about a two-day growth of dark stubble but that just made this guy look better. No kidding, he was the total package. His voice was deep and soothing as he introduced himself, making me shiver. I stammered something back like a stupid little school girl.

As he took his crew into the back and started work, I stood in my living room watching his gorgeous ass walk away, quietly whispering a soft, "Ah shit . . . wow . . . wow." I mean the guy simply radiated sex! Feeling like a pervert, I finally got a grip and laughed at myself for such an overblown reaction to a strange man. Over the years I'd been attracted to other men but none had ever made me lose my breath before - or my moral compass.

Each day as things ended, Ryan came and knocked on my back door to update me on their progress. I felt the same electrical charge each time he did, which always left me feeling helpless . . . a little out of control. The fourth day fell on a Saturday and I noticed Ryan let his crew go earlier in the afternoon.

I stood at the kitchen sink looking out the window at the growing structure that would soon be our summer kitchen, pleased at how well it was turning out. Ryan suddenly appeared, walking from behind one of the new walls, stepping to a small tree and pulling down the front of his sweatpants. He reached inside. I couldn't believe he was going to take a piss right in my back yard!

Before I could move a muscle, he flopped out a cock that made me gasp - balls the size of grapefruits! The thing looked like a slab of meat! I'd once heard a girlfriend refer to some guy as having "five pounds of cock and balls." This is what she must've meant! My husband's penis has a foreskin, but this one was just a big bulbous mushroom resting on a ridged stem that was much longer, easily twice as thick, as Joe's.

My hand covering my mouth, shocked wordless, I simply stared as he stood with hands on his hips and emptied his bladder into the bush with an expression of total rapture. It was almost the look Joe got each time he was about to climax, when we made love. Ryan pissed for a long time, kind of like the bull I'd once seen as a child when I'd visited the county fair with my dad. Afterward, he just stood with his head laid back, eyes closed, squeezing and shaking it a bit, enjoying the moment.

As for me, I was shaken. My heart was pounding inside my chest, mouth dry as cotton, and my legs trembling so hard I thought they might collapse. Not understanding my sudden reaction, I froze in front of the kitchen window. My feet suddenly encased in concrete, I simply couldn't move away. As my eyes slowly traveled from his meaty cock to his handsome face, I cried out in alarm as our eyes suddenly locked.

He was staring straight back at me! My heart literally jumped into my mouth as I backed away from the window, unnerved, completely rattled and unsure about what to do. Hidden from his view, I attempted to regain control, quiet my racing heart and shaking hands. In my mind's eye, I could still see his hand gripping that monster cock . . . squeezing it . . . shaking it . . .

I suddenly shuddered violently, realizing my panties were sticking to my crouch. God, it was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. If Joe's penis was eight inches, Ryan's must be at least eleven or twelve, and thick as my wrist! I found myself licking my dry licks thinking about it, feeling my vagina gush even more juice. What the hell would something like that taste like? Or feel like sliding inside a woman? I shivered again, touching my vagina through the fabric of my shorts as thrills shot through me.

Disgusted and mildly amused with myself, I went into the bedroom and changed panties, also slipping into some clean shorts. I was determined to block any farther images of that cock from my mind. It did little good. I couldn't think about anything else. I decided that as soon as Ryan left, I'd find one of the toys we hadn't used in ages and do what needed to be done. I felt somewhat ashamed, but also I'd never felt so stimulated! Then I heard knocking at the back door.

Oh, please, I prayed, don't let that be Ryan. I peeked out. It was. I tried to steady my nerves, opening the door a crack. He flashed a devastating grin and said, "I let the boys knock off early, Ma'am. We're ahead of schedule so we won't lose any time. Can I do anything else for you before I leave?"

I knew he'd seen me watching him earlier and tried to push it from my mind, gripping the inside doorknob for support. His words were entirely innocent, but the hot look in those gray eyes said differently. I felt as if they were staring right through me, seeing what I was feeling inside. I struggled with a conscious effort not to glance down at his crouch. My knees almost melting, I steadied my voice and said, "No that will be all for today, Ryan. And please call me Kay." My damned panties felt damp again!

"Okay . . . Kay. I'll see you on Monday then."

I watched him walk away - staring at his hard ass and remembering vividly what I'd seen earlier. I couldn't stop doing it!

I recall that I was extra attentive to Joe that weekend, guiltily bringing him snacks as he watched the games, a beer every so often, and even initiating sex play upon retiring for the night. To be truthful, I was also burning up as I slid down his body and took his penis inside my watering mouth. All I could see was Ryan holding his fat cock, pissing into my shrubbery. For some reason I felt extremely guilty, although I didn't exactly know why. I hadn't actually done anything - except in my mind. As soon as Joe entered me though, I literally screamed out my release. I came twice before he did. Drifting uneasily off to sleep I still wasn't completely satisfied, a big uncircumcised cock probing my mind.

I was drinking coffee on Monday morning when I heard the crew arriving. Looking outside I saw Ryan taking charge, giving orders - giving me goose bumps. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around myself and stared outside for a long time. I asked myself why I was so obsessed with this man. I'd met other handsome men, some more so than Ryan, but it was like he was a magnet to me. Sleek, animalistic in his movements, I could watch him all day. Reluctantly I dressed and went to the mall for a few things I'd been putting off. I returned around 5:00 PM just in time to see the crew drive off. I unloaded the car and went inside, to hear knocking coming from the rear door. I opened it and saw Ryan standing there.

"Sorry to bother you again, Kay, but I'll need another draw today, to pay the boys and buy materials tomorrow before I come over. You'll need to sign the forms for that." He grinned and I felt his eyes burning right through my clothing. Those eyes!

Suppressing a shiver, I nodded reluctantly. "Ok . . .okay . . ." I stammered, opening the door wider.

"Um . . . I'm sorry but I don't have a pen," he said.

"I'll get one," I hurriedly tossed over my shoulder as I scurried away, eager to be out of sight. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I left. I retrieved a pen from my purse, remaining for a minute or two in the living room to steady my nerves. I stared at my hands until they stopped shaking, and took several deep breaths. Then smiling brightly I went back into the kitchen, surprised to find him sitting at the table, papers spread out.

He was sitting with his legs spread, pushed back a bit from the table. Still grinning, he pointed to a place on the form for me to sign. I leaned over and scribbled my name, unwittingly glancing at his crouch. His cock was plainly outlined against the soft fabric of the sweat suit, lying along his thigh like a giant snake, its prominent crown clearly visible. I did a stupid thing. I froze in that position, staring right at it.

"Like what you see?" he said softly.

That brought me abruptly back to the present. "I . . . uh . . . no, no . . ."

Ryan abruptly stood, pushing the front of his sweat pants down in the same manner as before, tucking it underneath, letting his cock and balls fall out.

"What are you . . . doing . . .?" I gasped.

"Come on, Kay. I saw you staring at my cock when I took a piss earlier. Your eyes were bugging out. Admit it."

"No! I wasn't. Please . . . please . . ." my voice trailing off into a whisper.

He laughed harshly, stepping forward and grasping my hand. Staring into my eyes he forced my palm onto his half-hardened cock, holding it there. I could feel the hardness under his soft skin, the ridges and veins, blood coursing through it, causing it to stiffen under my fingers. My heart was pounding a mile a minute inside my chest, and I suddenly couldn't breathe.

". . . please . . ." I whispered again.

His answer was to force my fingers around his cock, working my hand up and down, watching me as though waiting for something to happen. I felt his hand on my shoulder, not forcing me but still very heavy. I slid downward, our eyes still locked, mine pleading helplessly.

"Please don't make me do this, Ryan" I whispered.

His cock was about a foot from my face, the large crown almost purple, appearing as if it were about to explode. Thick veins covered his shaft as it throbbed in front of me as though alive. One clear drop of fluid had formed at its tip, threatening to drop to the floor. Ryan captured it on his forefinger and brought it to my mouth. I think I groaned, either aloud or maybe inside my own mind, as I closed my eyes and licked it off his finger.

It tasted like ambrosia, sending a thrill throughout my entire body. I opened my eyes to slits and saw another clear drop forming on the tiny hole in the tip of his crown, which was now only a few inches from my mouth. I leaned forward - and licked it off too - shuddering, violently, clamping my thighs together fiercely.

He'd removed his hand from mine but I still clutched the base of his meaty cock, staring into his eyes as I slid my lips over the soft spongy crown. I nearly swooned. Clamping my lips behind the flared head, locking him in place, I licked and sucked it for a while, thrilled to feel it throbbing inside my hungry mouth. I heard him gasp, and then a few satisfied grunts as I made love to the biggest thing I'd ever had inside my mouth.

More pre-cum coated my tongue, sending chills through me, the scent of his manhood nearly overpowering my other senses. I was lost in a world all my own, just me and this wonderful-tasting cock. Gone; was my happy marriage, my home, and everything else I held dear. I was just another cock-hungry slut, on her knees satisfying her man.

Wanting more, I forced my mouth down harder on it, feeling the large head hit the back of my throat, gagging me. I knew to breathe through my nose. I'd taken Joe in deep, but he was much thinner. This thing was something entirely different. Holding his cock at the base, tears running down my cheeks, I relentlessly stuffed his thick cock past the opening of my throat, gagging and slobbering, struggling to breathe. Once it entered the opening of my throat it easily slid all the way to the gullet without obstruction.

His wiry groin hairs tickling my nose, I held it there for as long as I could, until I started seeing spots before my eyes. Then I slowly backed off, sliding my tongue along the thick vein on the bottom, all the way back to the spongy crown, letting it slip out with a slight pop. Holding his cock out of the way I licked back downward, then all over and around his meaty cock, savoring the sensation of my tongue and lips gliding over the thick veins and ridges I'd seen earlier.

I ended up at his balls. I took each into my mouth one at a time, making love to them, gently sucking, nibbling and slobbering all over them like they were candy. I buried my face in them, inhaling his manly scent. I was detached from my body, drifting in space, savoring my debasement.

Ryan was standing up on his toes, stiff-legged, grunting freely, groaning softly each time I did something he liked. I felt proud that I was able to do that to him. I licked up his throbbing cock, back to the head, closing my lips over it and taking about half of the thick meat into my throat. Holding it there with one hand squeezing its hairy base, my other hand found his nuts, scratching and massaging them as I sucked his cock gently, my tongue sliding along the vein on the bottom. I made love to that thick, meaty thing. There's no other way to put it. I was depraved.

Inexplicably, I suddenly felt as if I were about to climax. Maybe it was because I was rubbing my thighs together or maybe just because I was more excited than I'd ever been in my life, but my orgasm was just below the surface, on the verge of exploding from my vagina. I was so wet I had soaked both my panties and the thin shorts. My juice had completely soaked them, seeped through and was running down my thighs. Slobbers dribbled down my chin, dripping onto the floor, my knees sliding around on the wet tile created from all this fluid.

His pre-cum was also flowing freely at that point, thickly coating my tongue - tasting so sweet on it. I felt his hands gripping my hair, sometimes pulling hard, sometimes gently massaging my scalp. A long slimy strand of slobber ran down my chin, dripping onto my breasts, coating his cock and balls, and lubricating my hands. I heard someone whimpering pitifully like a small hurt animal, realizing it was me. I think I was moaning too - maybe just inside my head.

"You got a sweet mouth, girl. Sweet . . ." he groaned.

For some reason, that thrilled me and I sucked harder, taking it all the way back down my throat. The hand that had been holding his balls was now clutching his ass cheek, digging nails into flesh as I pulled him closer, deep-throating him hungrily, making loud slurping sounds in the quiet room. I should've felt embarrassed by the noise I was making, but I didn't. I felt totally nasty. I slid my tongue along the bottom vein again as I slowly pulled my mouth off with a small popping sound.

Nearly out of my mind with lust I felt his cock-head expand inside my mouth, spurting a little fluid. I took more of it and then a torrent of thick cum suddenly coated the roof of my mouth, tongue and teeth, sliding like slime down my throat to pool deep inside my soft tummy. It was followed by another even larger glob, thick and cloying, strangling me as I fought against his clutching hands. He held me helpless, my face pressed against his groin, pouring cum into my mouth from his balls, forcing me to swallow it frantically in order to get all of it down. Some shot out from around the tight seal at corners of my mouth, dropping onto my tits, running down my belly. It was so nasty - so wonderful I didn't even care - sucking his semen down, wanting even more as he pulled my hair, yelling his violent release.

That's when I came. I just exploded, lights flashing inside my head, my body convulsing with pleasure, juices flooding my thighs and the floor beneath me. It went on a long time, and when we were both through I still knelt there, simply holding his deflating cock inside my mouth, feeling it slide along my tongue as he withdrew. I couldn't move a muscle. I felt like a kitten with a belly full of warm cream. My body covered with cum, pussy juice and slobbers, I dropped my head in exhaustion, trying not to think about what I had just done.

I felt his hands under my arms, lifting me as though I weighed next to nothing, sitting me on the table. My eyes clinched tightly I felt him unbuttoning my blouse, slipping it off my shoulder. Next, came the bra. He pressed a hand against my breasts and I laid backward, the wooden tabletop cool against my back. He hadn't spoken a word since cumming, and I couldn't look at him. His fingers unbuttoned my shorts, unzipping them, pulling them off. He slipped my panties down my legs, cool air suddenly invading my damp crouch. I arched my back and cried out as his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking, gently biting it, making me gust between the legs. He went to the other nipple and did the same thing, and by then I was humping against him, hearing myself muttering over.