I Like to Be Second
written by:
mcerotic

Sorry it has been so long since my last story. I have a bit more time again so hopefully it won't be as long until the next one. Here's another married woman being seduced. People seem to like these stories. Especially married women, naughty girls.

Jason reached out and silenced the alarm clock. It was already light, he didn't need to get up early since it was a Sunday morning. But Sundays were the best day of the week for him because he would go to church. After the service everyone would mingle together in the hall next door and drink coffee, or sometimes wine. But what made church so appealing was the women.

Jason lived in the middle of the US. ‘Flyover country' the people on the coasts would call it disparagingly, while they ate brunch in the most fashionable cafés where the wait was ‘only' an hour or two. But what they didn't realize, since they never bothered to go there, was that church was like a training program for his targets. When she was a young teenager, each girl would be sworn to preserve her virginity until marriage. And usually she would stay a virgin. Maybe not all the way to her wedding night, but at least she had only slept with her husband.

Jason liked to be second. He had no intention of marrying any of the girls, or even having a long-term relationship, so the single girls were too much of a challenge. It is hard enough seducing a skittish virgin at the best of times, but one who has sworn to preserve her virginity is trickier still. But once they were married they became targets for him, game to be stalked and hunted. Once their lust had been awakened it was not so easily put back to sleep.

Once they got older they often gained weight and got less attractive. Plus, after they had their first child they became less focused on sex and more focused on family. But in between, after their marriage and before their first pregnancy, they were ripe. Ripe for seduction. Still young and attractive, still interested in sex but often never having experienced the nirvana of truly good sex. Their hormones were still flooding through their bodies so it wasn't too hard to get them to think with their pussies and not their brains.

The fact that they were married meant that they wouldn't get too attached, were not looking for a full-on exclusive relationship. That part of their life was already filled. They wanted a lover not a boyfriend. After only a few years of marriage they were not yet bored with their husbands, but that didn't mean they weren't bored at all. Ready for some excitement. As long as he was very discreet and gave them sublime sex, then they would often submit to his desires.

To their surprise they would discover that his desires were their own desires too. He would persuade them to do things that they never thought themselves capable of. And when it came time to move on, perhaps when their husband got them pregnant, then they would meekly return to the routine future that a typical marriage entailed, but with the fond memories of wonderful sexual experiences that they knew they would probably never experience again.

Today in church, Jason would go on the hunt. He had high standards and would only pursue the most attractive women. He would take his time, a newly married woman never submitted quickly. Today he was only interested in one thing, what he thought of as a first date, the first opportunity he would have to be alone with her.

The first date is really important with a married woman. In fact to call it a date is a misnomer. If she thinks it is a date she will refuse. But somehow there has to be a first meeting, a first time she lets herself be alone with him. Best of all is if she shows interest without really realizing it. She asks him to help her fix something. Without realizing it, she has invited him into her house. The seduction can begin.

The church service dragged on interminably. Jason wasn't interested in the service, of course, he was interested in the socializing afterwards. During the sermon he felt his cock stirring a little in anticipation of the moment when they would all leave the church and his real mission would begin.

Jason spotted her immediately. She was new, since he was sure he would have noticed her immediately before. She was medium height, with blonde hair. Maybe mid-20s. Even in the modest dress she was wearing he could tell she had nicely sized firm breasts. The heels she was wearing accented her ass nicely. She was the prettiest girl in the room and he wanted her immediately.

"Hi," he said. "I don't remember seeing you here before."

"No," she said. "We just moved to the area."

"Well, welcome then. I'm Jason." He held out his hand.

"Katie," she said, shaking his hand. He held her just a split second longer than necessary.

"So where did you move from?"

"Just twenty miles away. We got married last year and we decided to move closer to Anthony's job."

"Do you work?"

"Yes and no. I had to quit my old job when we moved. I've not found a new one yet. Do you know anyone looking for an accountant?"

"I might do. I'm a management consultant so I end up in all sorts of companies."

"I thought management consultants lived on airplanes."

"Well, there's a fair bit of that."

"The glamorous jet-set."

He laughed. "Those are not the words that spring to mind."

"It must play hell with relationships, all that traveling. Are you married?"

"Not at all."

She laughed. "What does that mean? It was a yes-no question."

"I just meant I've not really any interest in getting married."

"You aren't hinting that you're gay, are you?" she said with a smile. "That wouldn't do in this church."

He laughed. "No. I'm hinting that I'm a stud."

"Ooh, I'd better keep away from you then. Being newly married and all."

"Traded your abstinence ring for a wedding ring."

"Well, I never had an abstinence ring."

He raised his eyebrows. "So you were a naughty girl?"

She punched him playfully, laughing. "I did not say that."

"So you were a good girl?"

"Mostly."

He laughed. "Now it's my turn to say that was a yes-no question."

"How did we get onto this subject? I hardly know you and you're getting me to reveal my secrets."

"So tell me then."

"What?"

"What ‘mostly' means?"

"No. There are too many people around for a start."

"So you'd tell me if we were alone."

"Maybe."

"Did you have boyfriends before your husband?"

"I just had one. In high school."

"Let me guess. You nearly did it with him."

"Yes," she said almost in a whisper.

He spoke quietly, so that nobody near had a chance of hearing. "You were naked, weren't you?"

He could see the slight pink flush in her face. "Yes" she whispered.

"And you just stopped yourself at the last moment."

"Yes. I've always regretted it a little."

"Why?"

"Because..."

But before she could finish, a man walked up. Katie introduced Jason to her husband Antony.

"Well, I'd better go and circulate," Jason said. He took a couple of paces away and then, as if it had just crossed his mind, he came back. He handed her his business card.

"Email me your résumé," he said. "I'll keep an eye out for accounting jobs for you."

Jason chatted to a couple more potential targets but none seemed as promising as Katie whose conversation, to his surprise, had already got a lot more intimate that he could have hoped for on a first meeting. That evening Katie his computer beeped with incoming mail and he had Katie's résumé. More to the point, he had her email. And even more to the point, on the top of the résumé was her cell-phone number.

"got it" he texted her a few minutes later. Next time he texted her she wouldn't wonder who he was, even if she hadn't already entered his number into her phone off his business card. Which, of course, he hoped she had.

He did nothing the next day. Seducing a married woman is a bit like getting a cat to sit on your lap. No good comes of chasing, you have to let them come to you when they are ready.

On Tuesday she texted him. It was just something innocent. "i'm bored not working."

He didn't reply directly to her text. Women much prefer a man who takes the lead as opposed to following theirs.

"coffee. starbucks. 11am"

She didn't reply immediately. He knew she was wondering if she should go, if it was acceptable for a newly married woman to go for coffee with a man she just met. But she could rationalize it that he was a man she met at church, so presumably his intentions could be nothing but honorable.

Finally she replied. "ok"

She looked very different from how she had at church. Gone was the modest Sunday dress to be replaced with designer jeans that looked like they had been sprayed onto her legs. A short white blouse that left her midriff bare. He could see through the thin fabric that she was wearing a red bra. He couldn't stop himself wondering if under those jeans she had a matching thong. He felt a pang of disappointment knowing that today would be too soon to have a chance of finding out.

He got up and kissed her chastely on the cheek. In a moment the two of them were had a table and two coffees. He caught a flash of a jewel at her belly as she sat down.

"Is your navel pierced?" he said.

She lifted up the front of her blouse a little to give him a clearer view.

"Cute," he said. "When did you get it?"

"Just after I was eighteen. It was a sort of rebellion."

Jason laughed. "I guess that getting your belly-button pierced is as wild as it gets round here."

"Well, I was a little wilder. I already almost told you."

"Does he know?"

"Who?"

"Anthony. Husband. About your high-school sweetheart."

"No. He thinks he's my first boyfriend."

"And he's your first husband."

She laughed. "I'm hoping I don't need a second one."

"So why did you regret it? Not...fucking your boyfriend."

"Don't say that. It is such an ugly word."

"I think it is beautiful. When a girl says ‘fuck me' it is the most romantic phrase."

"I prefer ‘make love to me'."

"And is that what you said to your boyfriend?"

"Yes. Before I got cold feet."

"Or a cold...vagina."

She gasped. "I can't believe you said that word in Starbucks."

"Your little virgin vagina."

"Stop it. You are embarrassing me."

"So what happened after? After the big non-event."

"He dumped me the next day. Funny thing is, I think I would have done it the next time if he hadn't. I just needed a day or two to get used to the idea, so against all my upbringing. Good little Christian and all. Virgin until marriage."

"So you regret missing out?"

"Yes. I mean I love being married. I have a father for my future children. I don't have to worry about going on any more bad dates. I can...you know...any time."

"'Make love' is the phrase I believe."

She blushed. "You're funny. I've only just met you and yet you manage to get me to reveal stuff I've never told anyone else. Not even Anthony."

"But you wish you'd had a little more experience before marrying, I guess."

"Yes. Anthony is the only one. Now I wish my number was a little higher. Not a lot, not a slutty number, but three would have been perfect. Two guys and then a husband."

"Is it good? With Anthony."

"I think so. But that's the point, I don't really know. I've read a few erotic stories and it seems much more intense. I don't know if it is just poetic license in the stories. Of course I know stories are not real life, they are fantasies. Women taken away by Scotsmen on big horses to castles in the mist to be ravished."

He laughed again. "There is a bit of a shortage of castles and Scotsmen round here. A horse might be doable." He touched her briefly on her leg. "And I'm sure a ravishing could be arranged."

She looked at him, curious, as if she was trying to see if he meant anything more, or was just teasing her. He put his hand on her thigh again and this time he left it there. The silence got longer.

"I'm married," she said quietly. "Besides, why would you want..." Her voice trailed away.

"Because you're hot. You're twenty years younger than me. I want to know what you look like naked. And you want to know."

"I know what I look like naked."

"Not that, you want to know good it can get. When it's done properly."

She paused again. "I'd better go before..."

"Before what?"

"Before I find myself signing up for a ravishing."

"You don't sign up for a ravishing, you know," he said. "You just get ravished whether you like it or not. Isn't that the point?"

"I suppose. It's hot in the stories but in real life I don't know."

"Girls love to give up control. Be taken."

She paused, lost for words. "Gosh, I'm getting hot. I need to go." She lifted his hand off her thigh as if she had suddenly noticed it.

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

"As long as you don't try anything. Ravishing-wise I mean."

"I'm just an innocent consultant," he said.

"You're not. You are anything but innocent. You get me to Starbucks and you get me to tell you my secrets and then you get me...warm. I've never done anything like this before. You're dangerous."

"Because it's tempting?"

"Because I mustn't," she said, as if she was trying to persuade herself.

The two of them left the café, and walked the few blocks to where Katie and Anthony lived. She unlocked the door and opened it. She didn't invite him in but she didn't tell him to go. He walked in behind her and let the door close behind him. She started to move into the living room but he put his arms around her and let his hands end up on her midriff, his fingertips on the smooth bare skin of her stomach. She let out a little involuntary sigh. He spun her around and let his hands slip onto the cheeks of her ass. He could tell now that she was wearing a thong, just a single layer of material between his fingers and her skin.

"Are you ready to kiss me?" he said.

"Not yet." But the way that she said it implied that she would be.

"Next time. Like with high-school guy. You need the time."

"Oh gosh. I'm so confused."

He felt her body trembling. "You are shaking."

"I'm so scared."

"You are turned-on."

"Perhaps."

He laughed. "That means ‘yes, but I'm not going to admit it'."

She laughed. "Perhaps," she said very deliberately.

"Do you want to be ravished?"

"Perhaps," she said smiling. "But I thought I didn't get any say in the matter. I get ravished whether I want it or not."

"You'd love that. Not having to take any decisions for yourself. You are not breaking your marriage vows if it just happens."

He bent forward and gently pressed his lips against her mouth. He pulled her ass towards him so that he knew she would be able to sense the hardness of his cock against her body. She broke the kiss and rested her head on his chest.

"What are you doing to me?" she said.

"Making up for what you missed in high school."

He knew that if he pushed it then he could probably have her. But he also knew that she might regret it afterwards, she wasn't quite ready enough. He didn't want her to feel too guilty about her first time with him since he wanted there to be many other times, so he decided to leave. Leave her hungry. He knew there would be a next time.

"Will you be OK if I go?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm so confused. This is so wrong."

She looked up at him and he bent down and kissed her again. This time the tips of their tongues touched, it was like a little spark of electricity in their mouths. He moved one of his hands off her ass and slid it up the side of her body and onto her breast. He could feel her nipple through her bra and blouse, a little pebble hard with desire. She moaned again as he rubbed her nipple with a fingertip. He could feel her body shivering harder as he continued to stroke her breast and nipple.

"You must go," she said.

"You want me to go?"

"You know I don't. At least my body doesn't. My brain isn't working. But you must."

"You can have a taste, you know."

He moved his hands from her ass and her breasts to her shoulders. He didn't need to push down hard. A moment later she was submissively on her knees in front of him. She sat back on her haunches patiently while he unzipped himself and eased out his rigid cock.

She sat looking at his cock, inspecting it. Of course it was only the second cock she had seen in the flesh.

"You're scary big," she said. "Compared to...you know."

He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head slowly towards him. She wrapped her mouth over the knob of his cock. She started to caress him with her tongue. He undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pushed everything down to his ankles.

She reached up with one hand and started to caress his balls as her tongue found all the most sensitive spots on his cock. He knew he wouldn't last long. A married woman sucking his cock for her first time was just irresistibly exciting.

"Show me your breasts," he said.

She didn't take her mouth from his cock as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Then she reached behind and unclasped her bra and it joined her blouse on the floor.

"Perfect," he said as he got the first sight of her firm breasts. She was a little suntanned so her breasts looked white compared to the rest of her body. She had big light-brown areolas and large crimson nipples. Of course they were rock hard points.

She started to suck him harder, taking his cock deeper into the back of her throat, fucking him with her mouth.

"Oh Katie, I'm going to cum," he moaned. "Don't spill any."

His hips started to make little involuntary thrusts into her mouth as he got close. She let the hand caressing his balls slip back further between his legs. The tip of her finger found his asshole and started to gently rub it as he started to cum. The first blast of his orgasm shot into her mouth. She forced her fingertip into his ass. He could feel it spasming around her fingertip as his body emptied into the back of her throat.

She sat back and swallowed. Then she stood up. She kissed him. He could taste a hint of his cum in her mouth. His hands found her breasts and he started pinching her nipples. Suddenly she pulled away from him. She looked at him as if she had suddenly come to her senses.

"OK?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "But now I feel so guilty. I'm fucking married for god's sake. And here I am having just sucked off someone I barely know."

"You are good at it."

She laughed. "I'll tell you another secret. That Anthony doesn't know. I sucked high-school guy quite a few times. That's mostly where I learned."

"And did he lick you?"

"No. I never let him take my panties off. Until that one time when I got...what was it you called it?...a cold vagina."

"You should have let him lick you. Then your vagina would have been very warm."

"Yes, I know. Anthony does it sometimes. But I don't think he is very good at it. He's never...that's too much information."

"He's never made you cum?" He leaned over and whispered in her ear as if they were surrounded by other people listening. "I will."

She kissed him again, plunging her tongue deep into his mouth with a sense of urgency that had been missing earlier. Then she pulled away again.

"You have to go now," she said. She said it seriously enough he knew she meant it, she wasn't play-acting.

"When can I come back?"

"You can't. You mustn't. I mustn't."

"I'll come back tomorrow."

"No. Shit. I don't know. Just don't make me decide."

"You know what will happen if I'm the one to decide."

"Don't make me admit I want it to."

Jason pulled up his pants and did up his belt.

"See you tomorrow," he said as he let himself out while Katie hid behind the door so the neighbors couldn't catch her topless.

Jason found it hard to concentrate on work the rest of the day, and even harder to wait until it was nearly lunch time before he texted her.

"can i come over?"

"no" she texted back immediately. He wasn't surprised. When seducing any woman, let alone a married woman, you never got to start up again where you left off, you had to go one step back before going two steps forward.

"let's go for a walk" he replied.

"maybe" she texted. He had no idea if she was teasing him after he'd told her the day before that ‘maybe' means yes. Or whether she really did mean maybe. He'd better reassure her a little.

"we'll be in public"

"i guess i'll be safe from any unexpected ravishing"

"lol. i'll go and get my horse. see you in 15 minutes."

He hadn't planned on a picnic but he managed to scavenge some bread and some cheese from his kitchen. More importantly, he had a bottle of champagne from his refrigerator. Pink champagne, the perfect accompaniment for the pink pussy he was hoping to see later.

On a whim he texted her. "wear pink panties"

He drove over but he deliberately didn't go to her front door so she didn't feel the slightest bit threatened. Instead he texted her that he was outside. She came out a moment later. He felt his cock twitch when he saw here. She was wearing shorts. Short shorts that did nothing to hide her long tanned legs. She had a vest on top and, although he couldn't really see it at first, he assumed she was wearing a sports bra. She had pink running shoes and a pink baseball hat to complete the ensemble. He was certain she also had pink panties inside her shorts.

He took her to the nearby state park. Like everyone else, they walked along the main trail through the park that went around a lake. But he knew the park well and he took her off onto a smaller trail. Once they were out of sight he took her hand and was pleased she made no attempt to pull it away. He didn't say much, just casual talk about the weather and the park. Eventually they ended up in a little clearing in the trees near the top of a small hill. They could hear the voices of other people in the park but they were all in the distance, below them on the main trail. They were out of sight of anyone except any passing helicopter.

He got the small blanket out, and the two champagne glasses.

"Oh wow," she said when she saw the bottle of champagne.

"Pink champagne," he said. "To go with your shoes and hat."

He opened the champagne and poured two glasses.

"That's why you wanted me to wear pink panties."

"And did you?"

"You already know the answer to that. I've no idea why but I feel I have to do what you say."

"Show me."

"Now? Here?"

"Yes. It's private."

She looked around and realized that he was right, there was nobody anywhere near, they were not overlooked in the slightest. She took a deep breath as if she was summoning up the courage to do it, undid the button on her shorts and pushed them off over her shoes. She was wearing pink lacy briefs.

"Nice," he said.

"They are the only pink panties I have but..." She stopped.

"But what?"

"They were the panties I got married in. So this is really bad."

"We can make it good. You don't have to wear them."

She looked at him puzzled.

"Take them off," he continued.

"Oh my god. I can't."

However, he sensed that she wouldn't put up the slightest resistance if he took her panties off for her, even though it was clearly a step too far to take them off herself. He reached over and she lifted up her ass so that he could peel her panties over her cheeks and over her shoes. She sat on the rug, her legs tightly together, her pussy completely hidden from him. She was mostly shaved, only a little moustache of blonde hairs just above the dimple at the top of her slit. He couldn't wait to see her, the most intimate corner of a woman's body, those folds that can only be seen when she offers them to your eyes.

He put his hands on her knees and gently pushed them apart. She resisted for a split-second and then she lay back and spread her legs for him. She had prominent labia, pink like the champagne, a perfectly formed orchid nestling between her legs. He bent forward. She shivered at the first touch of his tongue on her pussy. He used his fingertips to gently open her up, pushing his tongue into her opening and savoring the flavor of her copious juices.

He pushed a fingertip inside her entrance. She was tight but she was also so wet that her body yielded instantly. He pulled his finger out and let it slip lower. He moved his tongue to her clit, already hard like a pink grape-seed and at the same time he lightly rubbed the rough pucker of her asshole with the tip of his lubricated finger. She started to moan.

"Oh gosh you are good, I've never...not like this...don't stop...oh fuck...this is so wrong...but so good."

As his tongue circled around her clit, driving her arousal higher and higher, he gradually worked his finger deeper into her ass. Once her asshole relaxed a little he started to finger-fuck her there, thrusting his finger back and forth at the same rate as his tongue nuzzled her clit. He let a second finger find the warm wetness of her pussy. Her body was wound-up taut like a spring and he knew she must be close already.

"Oh I'm gonna cum," she squealed. "Don't stop licking, don't stop fingering."

Her body arched and she thrust her hips up into his mouth as her orgasm burst from her pussy and flooded her whole body with pleasure. He pushed his had forward, forcing one finger deep into her ass and another deep into her pussy. He could feel her whole body clenching and unclenching as her climax ran its course. Finally she lay limp on the blanket with her eyes closed, almost as if she was asleep.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He could sense the affection in her eyes, love even as she gradually descended to earth from the paradise he had taken her up to.

He slipped his pants off and moved between her outspread thighs ready to enter her. But she had qualms at the last moment as she felt the knob of his cock nudging her lips apart.

"No," she said. "Not there. I can't. It's...I'm married."

She reached down and grabbed his cock and directed it so that it slid up over her mound rather than into the sanctuary of her married pussy.

Jason reached into his rucksack and grabbed a bottle of lube that he had put there. He rolled Katie onto her front and squeezed a copious squirt onto her asshole.

"What are you doing?" she panted as he roughly thrust two fingers into her ass.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass because you love Jesus, like in that Garfunkel and Oates song."

"On no, I've read about it but I've never done it. Doesn't it hurt?"

"We'll go slowly."

He moved his fingers away, spread her ass-cheeks as wide as he could, and pressed the point of his cock against the brown starburst glistening with lube. He pushed firmly and watched as her body distended and her asshole opened up and wrapped around his cock tightly.

"Oh fuck, it's like in those stories. Like I'm a virgin being ravished."

"You are a virgin. In this hole anyway."

"Nngg," she growled, sounding like a wild animal more than a woman, as he distended her. He pressed down harder, forcing her body down against the blanket as more of his cock slipped inside the tight ring of muscle.

"Shit," she panted, obviously uncomfortable as he forced his thick cock into her tightest hole, unused until that moment. But he was too excited to be gentle. He pulled back out of her a little and then pushed his hips down again. She was breathing heavily now, struggling with the unaccustomed feelings in an unaccustomed part of her body. Gradually the whole of his shaft vanished into her body. Her asshole was starting to relax a little more now.

He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard. She grunted loudly each time his cock pistoned into her ass.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it, I'm cumming."

And she was. Her asshole clamped down hard, almost painfully, around his cock. It was hard to keep fucking her as her orgasm pulsated through her. Her asshole squeezing his cock was like a milking machine and a moment later he grunted too and he felt the first blast of his cum shoot deep into her virgin rectum. He collapsed onto her back as the final little dribbles of his orgasm dripped out inside her.

The two of them lay there for a minute, his cock going soft, her asshole gradually closing up as he got smaller inside her. Finally he pulled out. She rolled onto her back.

"Wow," she said. "That was intense. I had no idea."

"You can do it with Anthony now."

"No way. That is much too dirty and taboo for him. Oh wow, I'm going to have to do it regularly with you aren't I?"

"I hope so."

"You've changed me. If you'd asked me on Sunday I'd have said I'd never do this. Being naked with you. Never mind doing anal."

"Well, you preserved the sanctity of the married vagina," Jason said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. "I guess that is important to you."

She laughed. "That's a bit of a technicality given all the other stuff we've done. But I guess I'll take the excuse and try and not feel too guilty. I'll pretend what we did isn't adultery, so I still have that commandment unbroken."

The two of them got dressed and he drove her back home. They talked about nothing in particular, avoiding the topic of what they had done and, as if in a silent agreement, avoiding the topic of when they would meet again.

Jason decided to give her a few days, send her a few flirty texts but not suggest anything. Let her get over her guilt and for her body to become hungry again. Let the cat come to him. He had no doubt that he would soon be in her ass for the second time even if she kept her pussy off-limits for marital and religious reasons.

He was surprised on Friday morning when she texted him at 7am to tell him she had just driven Anthony to the airport and she was coming over. He was a little worried the way her text was all business like. Maybe she was feeling so bad about everything that she was going to break off all contact with him. He would just get to see her at church on Sundays, a forbidden fruit he would not longer be able to taste.

He opened the front door and let her in. She was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. He was pleased to see from the way her breasts swayed that she wore no bra. It looked like she'd just thrown some random clothes on to drive her husband to catch his plane.

He poured her a coffee and turned around to give it to her. She'd already pushed her sweatpants over her hips and was stepping out of them. She had no panties. As he watched she pulled her T-shirt off over her head. He saw her completely naked for the first time, in the park she'd only taken off her shorts and panties, and the first time she had sucked him she had only taken off her top and bra.

"You are overdressed," she said. He was stunned that she was suddenly taking the lead.

She pulled his polo shirt over his head, undid his belt. It only took her a moment to have him naked too. His cock was already almost hard.

"Where's your bedroom?" she said, taking his hand.

He guided her down the corridor. She lay naked face-down on his bed, reached back and spread her ass-cheeks. He could see the brown asterisk of her no-longer-virgin asshole. He reached into the drawer on his nightstand and got out a bottle of lube. He dribbled a little onto her asshole and started to rub it in, gradually working the tip of his finger into her.

"Oh shit," she said suddenly. "Just do it. I mean not in there. Properly. Ravish me properly. Like in those stories. Take me."

She worked her knees up underneath her leaving her shoulders and head on the bed. She spread her legs. Her pussy was framed between her thighs, a pink gash in the pale skin of that part of her body. He drizzled a little lube onto his cock.

He pressed his cockhead against her lips and pushed forward a little until that delicious point of resistance of a girl's body. Her labia stretched into a circular ring around his pink knob.

"Are you sure?" he said as he started to apply a little more pressure.

"You're in charge."

"That's a lot of responsibility. It's your marriage vow not mine."

"You're in charge," she said again.

He grabbed her hips and plunged his cock forward. With her arousal and his cock pre-lubricated he slid into her completely in a single thrust.

"Oh fuck, I should so not be doing this," she gasped as she felt her pussy stretched wide by his thick member. As he started to move his hips back and forth she started to move too, pressing her ass back against his belly each time he slid back into the warm wetness of her pussy.

After a time she moved forward. She pushed him onto his back. She squatted over his cock, reached down and directed it back into her as she sank down.

"I'll be a little bit in charge, now the damage is done," she said.

"Damage?"

"A cock. In my married pussy. Not my husband's cock."

She reached down around the curve of her body as started to rub her clit as she moved her hips back and forth, slipping his cock in and out of her.

"I'm going to cum," he said, almost trying to push her off him.

"I'm on the pill. Cum inside me."

She accelerated her thrusting and it took just a few seconds before he started to cum, pumping creamy cum deep into her now unfaithful pussy.

Once his cock stopped jerking she sat on him, continuing to masturbate herself while he watched. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing got heavier and then he felt her pussy shudder and he knew she was climaxing. She stroked herself a little longer and then finally rolled off him to one side.

"How was it?" he said.

"Better than in the stories. Being ravished didn't really seem to need the horse or the castle." She paused. "And I have to admit it is better than with Anthony. I don't know if it because you're big or you know just what to do."

"How long is he away for?"

"Until tomorrow evening."

"So are you going to stay all night?"

"You're in charge."

"Then you already know the answer."

"You're in charge," she said again, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her mouth against his.

"I'd better call my client and say I'm sick. So we can have sex all afternoon."

"You're in charge."

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