His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 03

"God Jill, don't be such a prude. You trust your tampon brand, don't you?"

"Yes, I guess so," I had to admit.

"Good, well your period's going on inside your body, and my attention is outside." His fingers found my clitoral bud just as he finished saying 'outside.'

I jumped from his touch that was so pleasurable in the midst of so much discomfort nearby. "Ummm!" I mumbled dreamily as, under his touch, my clitoris took over from my anus as my nerve centre.

Alan drew my attention away with his deft handling of my emerging clit so that I barely noticed his cock withdrawing from my anus until only the cock-head remained held. Then he was pushing in once more, driving that hard thick shaft all the way up inside my anus and into my rectum. But what I felt back there was lessened by what his fingers were creating within my body. It was a rolling wave of pleasure that threatened to send my lower body into orgasmic convulsions at any time.

Now Alan was into a rhythm, his cock shaft ploughing into my arse in a piston-like fashion, driving in and drawing back. Was it now less painful, more pleasurable because I had become used to it ... or because his fingers were bringing me expertly towards orgasm as the waves intensified and there was pulsing and throbbing? Then I was there, my body erupting in a mind-blowing event, with my lower body spasming to such an extent that I think it helped his movements in my arse.

I found that I was so relishing his invasion that I was pushing my arse back at his groin, trying to lodge more of his powerful erection into my illicit place. Was that his cock swelling? Was his breathing now more laboured? Did his hands now grip my hips more tightly? Did his hard-on drive harder into me with every stroke? Were these the signs of a horny man about to cum inside his mistress' arse?

Yes to all of that! His cock burst forth a stream of his cum that painted the walls of my rectum with its cream. Time and time again, I felt his cock spasm inside my arse, delivering his potency into me. My straightened arms threatened to buckle from the pressure as I struggled to keep my body upright.

Then, as his powerful surges diminished, I could no longer hold my body and his up. I fell forward, he came with me, and we collapsed on the bed together, his cock still locked within my arse. His arms folded around me, and I lovingly wrapped my own arms around his, holding him to me as I felt the final weakening spurts of his cum painting the walls of my rectum.

I don't know how long we lay there. I slept and I am sure that Alan did too. When I awoke, I hoped that Gerard would not call me this week. I knew that he might be suffering, but I didn't need to go through that again. I wanted to lay here with my lover, reflecting on my first experience of anal sex.

Alan slept too and it was around noon when I felt him stirring. Amazingly, just the knob of his cock had remained within the tight clutch of my anus and it was his movement of that that brought me back to reality.

"Ummm!" I murmured, conveying to him my acceptance of his performance.

"So you liked it, eh?" he asked.

"I did, Alan. You were very good, you didn't rush me. You seduced me into it and it wasn't as painful as I had expected. Do you want to do it again? I mean, since you're still there?"

I felt some movement of his cock inside my arse, but his biggest problem at this time could be stiffness. "Well, let's see what we can do about this?"

His hands roamed over my near naked body, caressing my nipples, making them hard again. I felt his cock stiffening within my anus. "My God, you really are, aren't you? I was joking."

His movements were nice, we didn't get back into a kneeling position. We remained on our sides, my body moulded in a spoon within the fold of his, physically joined by his half erection that played enjoyably within my anus with short strokes that gently stirred me rather than achieving anything more powerful.

After about fifteen minutes of this, Alan confessed, "I can't see myself coming again. How about we shower together, get ourselves both cleaned up?"

"Sure, I'll be in that."

I am glad that I agreed because it was wonderful. Laughingly, we got up and shuffled slowly across the floor to the bathroom while his cock was still hooked into my anus. Then, with the warm water flowing down over our bodies, he eased his appendage from out of my arse and tenderly soaped me clean. I, of course, returned the favour until we were both squeaky clean. I even became game enough to change my tampon in the presence of a man without acute embarrassment.

We stepped out of the shower, Alan towelled me dry, then to my surprise, he swept me up in his arms and carried me to my bed, placing me down on my back. Then he bent over and buried his face in my pubis. I was mortified, "Alan no, not while I have my period."

"Grow up, little girl. I told you before, that's happening on the inside, I want to pleasure your outside."

"But the smell," I protested.

"Nonsense, now lie back and think of the sea, because pretty soon, the waves are going to come rolling over you."

He was right, his lips and tongue went to work on my clitoris, and once I was able to dismiss my paranoia of him being so close to the evils of my monthlies, I was able to cum with extreme pleasure. I was in heaven with my discovery that I could not only tolerate, but enjoy anal sex, with a great episode of going down on me to finish off.

Gerard was anxious to know, when he got home, how the anal sex experiment had gone. I was pleased to tell him that I had overcome my hang-ups, and that it went really well. I offered to let him do me that way sometime, but strangely, it didn't seem to excite him the way that I thought it might.

Chapter Nine

I was really looking forward to Alan's fourth visit the following Tuesday. I knew from his wife's earlier comments that he would probably tire of me very soon and I had even contemplated how it might end. Would Susan just call up one Monday and say Alan isn't coming around any more? Or would Alan announce it during one of our sessions, so that we had a chance to go out with a big bang?

Susan had called me on Monday to confirm this Tuesday's meeting with Alan. There had been no suggestion that it might be about to end.

I was showered and scantily dressed in a short camisole with thong, garter belt and stockings, much like my ensemble the first week. At 5 to 10, I heard the Rolls pulling up on my driveway and I rushed across the front room to unlock the door. Then I scurried down the hallway and lay down on my bed to await the arrival of my lover. My bedroom was lit with subdued lighting from two bedside lamps.

I heard my exciting man enter the room and my body seemed to jerk in eager anticipation. I am sure that a little bit of my juices leaked from between the puffy lips of my labia. As he stepped up to the side of my bed, I turned and saw ... a complete stranger.

I grabbed for the sheet, wanting to pull it up over my sexually alluring body exposed in the barely there underwear. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

His hand reached out to snatch the covering sheet from my hands and yank it back down off me. "Shush, don't panic," he said, attempting to reassure me with his softly spoken words. "I am the chauffeur to Mr. Robinson."

"Who the hell is Mr. Robinson?"

"Oh, don't you know? Maybe you know him as Alan."

I was incredulous that a strange man would be standing here beside my bed while I lay here blatantly available in my sexiest lingerie. At least I now knew who he was ... now at least I knew Alan's full name. But that didn't explain why this man was here, and Alan was not.

"So where is Alan?"

"Didn't he call you? Damn, he told me he would ... to tell you that I would be standing in for him this morning." The chauffeur had begun to shed his shirt and was now unbuckling his belt.

"You are what? You have to be kidding ... and Alan too! Who does he think I am? I don't just put out for anybody that he nominates as a stand in. And stop right there, don't take any more clothes off."

As I said the words, his trousers fell around his ankles and he was bare except for a pair of jocks that still concealed his loins. I couldn't help but look, it appeared to be quite a package. He obviously wasn't stiff yet, but his jocks appeared to be well filled in front. Either that, or else he used rolled up socks to good advantage.

His hand stole into those jocks and he seemed to be straightening things out. I needed a lot more than that straightened out. "Lady, this has happened a few times before when Alan has been caught up in a meeting. I guess he felt he didn't want to disappoint you."

"So he just thought that he had the right to nominate a replacement for him. I cannot believe the audacity of him ... and of you. Are you supposed to be some super macho that will sweep me off my feet?"

The chauffeur had been doing a bit of stroking within his jocks and the shape had been changing. All the time, he had been looking down on my almost exposed body and that might have helped too. "Will this help?" he asked as he pushed his jocks down over his thighs and his hand presented the biggest erection I have ever seen.

If Alan had impressed me with the slight extra length and the slightly extra width of his circumcised cock, then the sight of this monster took my breath away, in spite of my continuing anger that Alan and this man would expect me to settle for a substitute.

My eyes must have given me away. I am sure that they widened, just like they must do when one goes into an IMAX Theatre. "There you go," he said, obviously noting my reaction, "haven't had one of these before, have you?"

As I stared blatantly, every second taken diminishing my argument against accepting this substitute, he leaned closer, his hand waving the stiff erection at me, a drop of pre-cum splashing onto my bare thigh. This one was actually long and thin. I don't think it was as thick around as Alan's, not even of my husband's. But my God, the length outstripped Alan by quite a way. I would guess at maybe another two inches. 'Christ, what would that feel like? Did I want to find out? Should I mellow my objection?'

I felt the bed move as he knelt on it, his weight on the mattress causing me to roll slightly toward him. "No!" I protested once more, although perhaps less convincingly now, "Alan has no right to think that he can stand me up and just send you in as a replacement. It's not right!" I thought of something else, "and besides, how do I know that was Alan's intention. He might have just told you to tell me he wouldn't be here, and you've just decided to take advantage yourself of the situation."

I lay there slightly smugly, feeling that I had cast enough doubt over his story to deny him, even though my eyes kept stealing quick peeps at this amazing hard-on so close to me.

The chauffeur picked up my phone from the bedside table and handed it to me, calling my bluff, "Call him, he will tell you exactly what I just have."

I took the time to dial Alan's direct line while the man in my room continued to stroke and wave his long cock around. I felt another drop of pre-cum land on my skin. Alan answered almost immediately.

"Why would you do this to me, Alan? Do I mean so little in this arrangement that you would give me away?"

"Ah shit, women! I thought I was doing the right thing. I figured that after having your period last week, you would be so hot for it today and I found that I just couldn't get away from my desk. I knew that you would like what Marcus has to offer, have you seen it yet?"

"Yes Alan, I have seen it, he's waving it around, trying to convince me."

"Don't deny him sweetheart, I know that he will show you a good time. And I will be back with you next Tuesday, I promise."

Wow, a commitment ... so it was scheduled to go on at least another week. "Okay," I said resignedly and pressed the disconnect button on the phone. I looked up at the chauffeur, "You must be Marcus then, welcome to my bed."

He gave me a very self-satisfied smile and shuffled his knees in between my legs and I parted them wide, allowing him access to my body. He leaned forward, letting his long cock with the moistened tip press against my naked belly, his face closing on me and his mouth claiming mine.

Marcus was good, about the same age as me, with a body that would put most others to shame. Tight six-pack, rippling muscles ... but even as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I knew that I could never tell Gerard about this one.

He had done this many times before ... seduced a woman I mean. I had no idea though how many had been as a surrogate for Alan. His lips were good, his tongue commanding, his body hot. I closed my eyes and felt him peel the few items of lingerie from my body. I lifted my hips to let the thong go and I lifted my shoulders for the cami to lift over my head.

Then I was back on my back and my body was naked to his touch and I felt that mammoth cock -- long but not thick -- nudging in the wet channel formed by the parting of my inner lips. He pushed it forward and the head of it came inside me. I allowed the muscles down there to grip at it, holding it warmly within me.

'Oh shit,' I suddenly thought, 'I will have to have protection this time.' "Stop!" I told him, "I can't afford to get pregnant." I struggled to reach across to my bedside table where I had placed some condoms.

I handed him one and he looked at the wrapper, "Not big enough," he said proudly, "I'll get my own." He pulled the tip out of me and scrambled off the bed, reaching into his trouser pocket. He pulled a condom out and tore the wrapper, quickly unfolding it over his so long erection.

Then, he was quickly back onto the bed and I was able to welcome his entry now with relief and contentment.

Did I feel the extra two inches of this long cock? You bet I did. He pounded it into me and I came, but he wasn't as accomplished as he thought he was, nor as accomplished as Alan actually was. I did manage to cum twice so I am not complaining and this extra long cock was indeed a novelty that I one day might talk to my girlfriends about. It's just that he didn't have the finesse and the style of Alan.

We didn't sleep after it like I do with Alan, and in half-an-hour, he was up for it again. But this time, he moved to sit on the side of the bed, and had me straddle his body, lowering myself onto the extra-long cock. It filled me completely, even more so when he stood up, carrying me with him and proceeded to walk us through the house. Every step he took pushed my body up and own on his vertical cock buried deep within me. I came violently between the kitchen and the dining room and he came just after he delivered me flat on my back on the bed.

I felt his cum splashing around inside me, warming the wet lining of the end of my vaginal passage. 'How can I feel that this time?' I pondered, then too late, I realised that he had removed the first used condom but I never saw him put on another. Had he tricked me intentionally? I was 9 days into my cycle, would the father of my first born not be Gerard ... and not be Alan ... but Marcus the chauffeur. 'Oh my God, another painful wait to see if I'm pregnant.'

The End