Sex with a Stranger

His fingers sought the wetness at my core and slipped inside to stroke the wet walls of my pussy. The slow in and out motion nearly made me loose my mind. I kissed him again then grasped his cock firmly to guide it inside me.

He removed his probing fingers and brought them to my lips so I could taste myself. I swear the scent of the other woman lingered there as well. I smiled to think of her as I mounted my husband's cock slowly.

Easing down on him, I savored the way he filled the empty depths of me, inch by inch, until I held his generous cock in thrall. Garrett tried to move, to thrust himself deeper into me, but I wouldn't let him.

For a moment, all was still as I enjoyed the feel of him inside me.

Then I began to move.

Slowly I moved up and down, almost like riding a carousel, as I impaled myself again and again upon his throbbing erection. The freedom I felt, riding him like I would a lanky stallion, was too wide for words.

In our fifteen years of marriage, I had never been on top...never been in control. I had always been the submissive housewife pleasing my hard working husband by automatically spreading my legs for him whenever he wanted a quick fuck.

We'd had no idea of the pleasure, of the happiness, we had been denying ourselves by accepting our limited view of sex. Now, it was different. We had both experienced a sensual lesson in discovery...a sexual epiphany of sorts...and there was no going back.

Not only had I learned to express my wants and desires, Garrett had learned to accept that I had them. He no longer saw me as a means to an end...namely orgasm...but as an equal partner in sex, capable of feeling deep pleasure, able to give as good as I got.

And right now, I was getting it REAL good!

Our naked bodies were slick with sweat and loud, uncensored moans filled the room. We could not be held back...could not be suppressed.

I fucked him hard now. Rocked his world (and the bed) like he'd never been rocked before. I wanted release, craved it, desired it, accepted it freely. And he offered it without reserve.

I accepted this offering of self wholeheartedly, took it inside me, made it mine.

In exchange, I opened up to him. I allowed him to really see me, touched myself, as I accepted his offer. I caressed my own breasts, pinching the nipples to enhance my pleasure. His mouth took over and he suckled my breast like a needy babe, bringing my nipples to rigid attention between gently nipping teeth.

I urged him on by pressing his head to my breast, my fingers tangled in his dark hair as I used my strong thighs to ride him. Garrett reached behind me to gently rub my ass. The welts caused by his belt were throbbing and sore. I heard his breath catch in his throat as he felt the damage he had done to my soft flesh.

Tears of remorse rolled down his cheeks as he buried his face between my bare breasts in shame. He wanted me to stop. He didn't feel deserving after the punishment he had exacted upon me both physically and mentally.

At this point, however, it wasn't about him, per se. It was about that large hard cock of his and the release it could give. My tight cunt eagerly continued to stroke him up and down.

The self-sacrificing offer to stop touched me deeply. It was at that moment I reached the pinnacle of physical pleasure. I loudly poured my orgasm into his lap as my pussy clenched in demented gratification. I screamed my release to the room, to the world in general, as I continued to rock him.

My breasts jiggled and my thighs quivered while my satisfaction repeatedly manifested itself in pure, unadulterated sensual spasms.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, his hard cock exploded inside of me. I could feel Garrett's cum squirting between my legs while he pulsed in orgasmic ejaculation. He cried out as he emptied himself...gave himself...spent his body and mind.

I wrapped myself around him, holding him close, while he recovered from the powerful experience. He was like a child in my arms, clinging to me, as he sought a return from the blissful oblivion which momentarily destroyed him.

We rolled, his cock still buried deep inside me, to lay exhausted in each other's arms. At that moment, all was perfect. I never wanted to move. Selfishly, I wished I could hold his cock prisoner in my cunt forever.

Garrett whispered inane things in my ear. In my state of sleepy content, I didn't absorb all that he was saying but phrases like "Best fuck of my life", "Don't ever leave me", "Can you ever forgive me", and "I can't live without you" swirled triumphantly through my head.

My husband and I had finally broken through our mutual bonds of sexual frustration all because I dared to have sex with a stranger.