My Friend Irma

I ignored her, stuck my finger into her sopping wet pussy and began to use her juices to lube her puckered little rosebud of an ass hole. She moaned in delight, and I did it again. This time I plunged my finger into her bung hole and she yelped, "Oooooh yes, fuck yesssssss, finger fuck my ass!"

With my finger still in her ass, I positioned my cock at her pussy hole and plunged it in once again. My pubic bone pushed on the back of my hand and I soon got a rhythm going with my finger in her ass and my cock in her pussy, as I fucked both holes at the same time.

It didn't take long for her to begin to tighten up her pussy muscles again, and her ass, as well. I increased my intensity in anticipation of her orgasm. She began shaking, grunting and screaming, seemingly all at the same time, as she came with a big bang. Her legs began to buckle and I had to remove my finger from her ass and use both hands to hold her up while I continued to fuck away. It was only a minute or two later when I felt the swells of my own orgasm beginning, which prompted me to thrust even harder, if that was possible.

I came with an intensity that I hadn't experienced in many a year, if ever. I certainly couldn't remember the last time. I bucked and thrust until I emptied my seed into her milking cunt. Completely spent, I pulled out with a slurp, turned her around and laid her back on the bed.

I positioned myself between her legs, but far down on the bed. She had a puzzled look on her face, wondering what my intentions were, she soon found out, much to her delight. I lay with my chest on the mattress between her legs and my feet dangling off the end of the bed. I placed her thighs onto my shoulders and began to lick her pussy lips. I experienced the unique flavor of her pussy juices combined with my cum, for the first time, and it tasted surprisingly good!

I merely got a taste of our juices; I didn't linger on her lips, but went straight for her clit and began to tap it lightly with my tongue, in an effort to determine just how sensitive it was. She responded by quivering a little, but not complaining. Taking my cue, I began to lick, flick and suck that little clit with progressively greater intensity. Her quivering evolved into shaking and convulsing, as she seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. Soon, her legs clamped tighter on my head. I sucked and sucked on that little knob until her clamping became so tight that I thought that my head would be flattened forever, as she convulsed in one tremendous orgasm, screaming at the top of her lungs. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS! AAAAAAAAAH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS! OOOH, YEEEEESSSSSSSS!"

Finally, she couldn't take any more clitoral stimulation and firmly pushed my head away. It took her a few minutes to recover, when she did, she uttered, "My God! What did you do to me? I've never felt anything like that."

I smiled triumphantly, and asked, "Liked it, did you?"

She chuckled, "That's the understatement of the year! Like it? My God, it was the most incredible sexual experience of my life."

We lay there recovering, in all of our 'mature' naked glory, holding each other close, talking about what we had just experienced, and about the future.

I felt the need to set things straight (no pun intended) between us, "You know, what we just did was pure sex, not love, right?"

"Yes, but I feel closer to you right now than I ever have with any man, even my husband. Does that mean I'm falling in love with you? It can't mean that because I still love my husband, then what does it mean?"

"It means you had a wonderful experience, that's all, don't try to read anything else into it. It's something that we'll both remember and treasure for the rest of our lives."

"OK, you're right, but you know, already tonight I've experienced three things for the first time. I sucked my first cock, I've had my pussy eaten out for the first time and I've had my ass hole finger fucked for the first time, and I loved all three. I don't know why I was so reluctant to suck my husband's cock in the past, but I can tell you that I had made up my mind before I got here to suck yours no matter how awful it might be, and, as it turned out, I loved it! I'll suck you anytime, I might even try sucking my husband's cock, what do you think?"

"I think you should, and you should encourage him to eat that luscious pussy of yours, it's delicious!"

I continued, "Speaking of firsts, there's at least one more first that you're going to experience tomorrow."

"What's that?" She asked, with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm going to ass fuck you, that's what."

"But you already did that, with your finger. Oh, you don't mean..."

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean, tomorrow it'll be my hard cock fucking your sweet ass hole."

"Oh no! It'll never fit in me, your finger's one thing, but tour cock is much bigger, it'll hurt."

"You seemed anxious to try it when I told you that I'd do it to you in that email message."

"Yes, but that was just fantasy, this is for real."

"Indeed it is. If you show up tomorrow, do so knowing that you're going to get my cock up your cute little ass, like it or not. It's not that big, and it won't hurt if you go with the flow and relax, understand?"

"Yes, I understand, but you understand that while I'm looking forward to coming back to you, I'm not looking forward to getting ass fucked." She paused, then added, "do you really think my ass is little and cute?"

"You bet it is, it's one of the nicest I've seen, I love it! I'm an ass man from way back, and cute little ones like yours are the best."

"Thanks, but you know what?"

"What?"

"You seem to have great buns yourself, but I haven't had a good look at them. Stand up and turn around, I want to see them in all their glory, heh, heh."

I got off the bed, stood up and turned around, then even bent over at the waist to give her a better view. "Like what you see?"

"Indeed I do, you've got quite a set of buns there. I love a nice ass in a man, and yours is the greatest. Tee, hee, that's funny isn't it, we like each other's asses."

I chuckled, "Yes that's funny, but good, just wait until tomorrow. Oh, yes, just be sure and give yourself an enema before you leave home, it'll make things much more pleasant."

"Hah, I can hardly wait, NOT!"

We both chuckled, both knowing that she would be back tomorrow, and probably be looking forward to the experience.

We cleaned up, dressed and went down to the hotel coffee shop for a bite to eat. Our conversation was entirely non-sexual, as we talked about family, the terrorist attacks, the weather, etc. We talked for a couple of hours before she said that she had to get back home.

As I lay in my bed, trying to get some sleep, my mind was clouded with conflicting thoughts. 'I had a great time with Irma, and there'll be more tomorrow, but I feel guilty for cheating on my wife, I really do love her. Irma was great, but the love of my life was back home alone in our bed thinking of me, but then, what if she wasn't? What if she found another guy and was fucking him silly, as I had Irma? How would I feel about that?'

There was a time when I'd have thrown her out on her ass if I had found out that she was fucking another man, but now? I couldn't do that now, now that I'd cheated on her. 'I think I'll fuck her brains out when I get home, yeah, maybe that'll ease my guilt. Of course I'll tell her how much I love her, how she's the love of my life and that there'll never be anybody else for me. That'll make her feel good, and if she feels good, it'll make me feel good and help ease my guilt-induced anguish.'

I finally dropped off into a restless sleep. The next day at the vendor's facility went well, but I deliberately kept from wrapping up the problem solving until Wednesday so that I could justify another day in Denver, with Irma.

Irma showed up on time that evening and, as promised, I fucked her in the ass, and, as I expected, she loved it. I used a condom and an entire small jar of Vaseline, making sure that she was well lubricated.

After undressing, I bent her over at the waist with her hands on the bed, and asked her to arch her back and stick her ass up in the air. I dipped into the Vaseline, gooped it all over and into her ass hole, and inserted first one, then two and finally three fingers, all the while consoling her and telling her to relax. This took about 15 or 20 minutes before I felt that she was ready for the real deal.

I gooped more Vaseline on my condom and her ass hole, then when I thought I had too much, I gooped some more on. It was a gooey mess, but I wanted to have too much rather than not enough.

I slowly shoved my cock into her bung hole, inch by inch. She complained of some pain, but didn't ask me to stop. When I finally had it fully inserted, I held it there for several minutes to give her a chance to adjust, before beginning the in and out motion of fucking. I began the thrusting, very slowly at first, and gradually increased to a moderately fast pace.

"Play with your clit," I told her as I continued to fuck her ass. Soon, her breathing increased and she became vocal.

"Yessss, I'm cumming, keep fucking me, keep fuck...ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss, yessss, yessss, ughhhhhhhhh, oohhhhh."

I continued t fuck her until she settled down from her orgasm, then pulled back out, even though I hadn't cum. I removed the condom off my hard cock, got a wet wash cloth and cleaned both of us up as best I could. I turned her over and onto her back on the bed, and positioned myself over her abdomen and tried to fuck her tits, but she wasn't big enough. Not satisfied with that, I moved up and stuck my cock directly in her face, and she willingly took it into her mouth. I face fucked her until I came full force into the back of her throat. She swallowed most of it as I squirted into her. After I pulled my cock out of her mouth, I watched as she finished swallowing, with a triumphant smile on her face.

We lay side by side, in each other's arms, and I asked her what she thought. She didn't complain, but when pressed, admitted to feeling some pain in her ass. She did volunteer that the pain was minor compared to the unexpected pleasure that she received from the experience. "Another first for me, actually two," volunteered Irma. "I liked the feeling of a cock up my ass, it was so different, but what I really liked was the taste of your cum."

We lay there making small talk until she decided that it was time for her to leave. I told her to arrive early in the next afternoon (Wednesday), as I expected to finish up at the vendor's early in the morning. Since my flight out wasn't until early Thursday, we had all afternoon, evening and night to play.

As predicted, I wrapped up the problem solving at the vendor's before noon the next day, and returned to the hotel to await Irma.

When she arrived, I immediately noticed that something was wrong, she had been crying. "You've been crying, what's wrong?"

"It's John (her husband), he knows that I'm fucking around, we had a terrible fight." Her tears began to flow freely again.

I took her in my arms and comforted her as best as I could, "Did you tell him about us?"

"No, but he knows. He confronted me before I left and accused me of being a whore and a slut. I told him that just because he wasn't interested in sex, doesn't mean that I wasn't, and he began to shout obscenities at me, so I slammed the door on him as I left."

"Are you feeling guilty?"

"Yes, but I shouldn't, he's had every opportunity to get himself checked out, to find out if there's anything that can be done about his impotency, but he's refused. I shouldn't feel guilty at all, should I?"

"No, you shouldn't, now you need to put John out of your mind for the rest of the day. Think you can do that?"

"I don't know, it'll be tough. I do love him, you know, and I don't want to hurt him, but he's been such a, a prick, if I have to say so."

We held each other for several minutes, with me offering as much reassurance as I could, and she eventually calmed down. The first thing out of her mouth after she had calmed down was, "My ass hole is off limits to you today, it's feeling 'pretty fucking sore,' as she aptly put it with a chuckle. "I do want to taste more of your cum, though, it tasted much better than I expected. I really liked it! I'm on overload with all of these new experiences, but I love it, love it, love it!"

Sore ass hole notwithstanding, we had another series of wonderful fucks and sucks, using cock, pussy, mouth and tongue. She was able to successfully put her husband out of her mind for the balance of the day.

Being a 'tough cum' I was able to bring her to a couple of good orgasms by fucking her pussy, using several different positions, before I came. As I felt myself getting closer to the brink, I flipped her over on her back and pounded her missionary style.

Just as I got to the point of no return, she picked up on the signs, "You're getting close, I aren't you?"

"Yesss."

"Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you again, please, cum in my mouth," she urgently pleaded.

I pulled out, moved up and straddled her chest, as she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and looked at me with a hungry, lustful look in her eyes. I grabbed my cock, aimed it at her mouth and stroked it until I spurted into the back of her throat. She closed her mouth to swallow, and the second spurt hit her right on the nose and lips, she opened back up and I deposited the remainder of what I had stored up onto her tongue.

When she saw that I was finished, she looked me in the eye, stuck out her tongue to show me how much she had caught, then seductively swallowed it all. She smiled triumphantly as she swallowed, then proceeded to scrape up the cum clinging to her nose and cheeks with her finger. She sucked it off her finger and swallowed, she repeated the action until she had gotten it all.

"Umm, umm, good!" She said, while smiling and licking her chops.

During one of our respites, Irma asked me what I thought she should do about her husband. "Tell him everything, including how much you needed fucked, and how much you enjoyed it. I think that he'll be pissed, but then again, he's pissed now, but he'll eventually get over it. I suspect that your confession may be just the push he needs to get himself checked out. Hopefully, if he does, you'll both benefit from this whole thing."

"I hope you're right. I guess that I'd better be prepared for the worst, just in case he tosses me out on my ass."

"It never hurts to be prepared," I volunteered.

I've learned several things in the past three days," Irma offered, "I've learned that sex can be so much more, so much better than I had originally thought. It's not just the new things that you taught me, it's the entire experience, but you know what? I've also come to the realization that cheating isn't what I want to do, the guilt is too great. I'm going to concentrate on my husband, and forget about other men, except for you, of course." She chuckled. "You'll always hold a special place in my mind and heart," she added with a more serious look.

"Irma, I think that's wonderful, I couldn't agree with you more on your assessment of the last three days. I've enjoyed the experience much more than I had anticipated, but the guilt is getting to me, too."

"Yes, I've decided, I'm going to confess to him as soon as I get home. I'll accept the consequences, whatever they are. I'm hoping and praying that he'll forgive me. Even if he doesn't seek help to correct his problems, his forgiveness will satisfy me. It's more important to be loved as a person than it is to have good sex, and I know that I love him. If he still loves me, he'll forgive me, don't you think?"

"Yes, I do think, and I agree with you 100%."

"What about you, are you going to confess to your wife?"

"I haven't decided yet, I would like to relieve the guilt, too, but I'm not so sure that she'd be as understanding as you think your husband will be. I'll just play it by ear, if the situation comes up, I'll do it, and hope for the best."

We parted that night with affectionate kisses and sincere thanks. I walked her to her car and we said our final good byes. I was saddened, as I watched her pull out of the parking lot, knowing that I'd never see her again, but somewhat relieved that I could go on with my life without any more deceit.

Or could I?

My trip back to Pittsburgh was uneventful, as I spent most of the time writing the bulk of this story, and I was greatly relieved to be on the ground at the airport with no incidents. The increased security at the airports proved to be a major inconvenience, but it was well worth it to me.

I arrived home from the airport to find my lovely wife at the door to greet me. She hugged me and kissed me and told me that she missed me the past three days, and of course, I reciprocated. She continued to kiss me, opening her mouth and probing mine with her tongue, her signal to me that she's horny and wants to fuck, what a surprise! I had planned on attacking her, but she attacked me instead. 'Good, I'm glad she's initiating this, it wouldn't have looked good if I did it. She might have suspected something,' I thought to myself as we headed to the bedroom.

We barely made it to the bedroom before we quickly disrobed and continued our passionate kissing. I began to lightly scrape my fingernails over her back, ass and legs, she responded with several sighs.

I lightly ran my fingers over the tips of her pubic hairs along her slit, more sighs and some hip wriggling. I finally touched her lips and felt the wetness, and pushed my middle finger into her love canal. 'Wow! She's wetter than she's been in a long, long time, and I didn't even have to lick her!' I thought.

She grabbed my stiff cock and began stroking in earnest as I added my index finger in her canal. I began to finger fuck her with both fingers, and she responded by thrusting her hips to meet my fingers. She was ready, and so was I, I turned her over on her stomach, told her to get up on her knees and stick her ass up in the air. She normally doesn't like being taken from the rear, but did as I instructed with enthusiasm.

I positioned myself behind her and rubbed the head of my stiff cock along her lips and ass hole before shoving it into her cunt.

"Ooooooohhhh, yesssssssssssss, I needed that," she uttered.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," I told her.

"Yesss, do it, fuck me, fuck me good."

And I did, thrusting in and out like a sex crazed animal. She came after a few minutes, but I didn't let up, I continued to fuck her. She came again a few minutes later, this time more violently. She collapsed onto her stomach as she convulsed, and I couldn't keep my cock from slipping out as she collapsed.

I rolled her over and attacked her clit with my tongue, driving her to an even more convulsive orgasm. She pushed my head away and said, "that's enough, I can't take any more, please stop." I obeyed, and she added, "that was amazing, maybe you should take more trips." She seemed serious, as I looked her in the eye while repositioning myself on the bed.

"The least I can do is return the pleasure," she said as she picked herself up and leaned over to take my cock into her mouth. She proceeded to give me the best blow-job that she had ever given me, and I literally exploded into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, as she always did, looked at me, smiled and licked her chops.

She lay back down beside me, and we drifted off to sleep, my arm around her, holding her tight to me, contented smiles on both our faces.

I woke up in the middle of the night, with somewhat of a start, I must have been having a bad dream, and the subject of my dream was my wife. I pictured her being fucked by another man, a faceless man. 'Why had she been overly glad to see me, and overly anxious to fuck? Could it be that she was feeling guilty too? Did she fuck someone else while I was gone? How could she, I mean with whom?' Then it hit me, it must have been her boss, he's a rather good-looking attorney, and I've questioned her about him in the past. 'Maybe it was he? Damn, what do I do now? Do I confront her? No way, can't do that! If she did do something, she's no more guilty than I. I know for a fact that I've cheated on her, but I only suspect what she might have done. How would I get proof? I think that I should let well enough alone. Yes, that's what I'll do, let well enough alone.' I drifted back off to sleep, even with all of those unanswered questions.