Mary Mead Fulfills Her Needs

Mary Mead She had some needs She didn't know What to do

Her husband Steve Did not perceive He didn't have A clue

A guy named Dirk (He seemed like a jerk) Figured out The score

Dirk fucked Steve's bride He split her wide Now Mary Just wants more

Mary Mead was really "nice." She was an only child, and she came from a really stable, loving family. The family went to Church each Sunday while Mary was growing up, and Mary was a leader in the Church youth group. In high school, Mary had girlfriends, not boyfriends. Her parents even asked her about it. "I guess I might be a little shy," Mary said. "I just want to take things slow." Bill, a boy from the Church, did take Mary to the High School graduation dance, but when Bill slipped his hands onto Mary's tight butt, during a slow dance, and pulled her into his obvious hard on, Mary moved away from him. She handled it with great tact, though. She didn't act offended or anything. There wasn't any scene. "Let's just sit this one out," she told Bill.

All during high school, it was like Mary's "on" switch just wasn't "on." That's how it seemed to everyone who knew her. Some of Mary's girlfriends fucked like crazy in high school, and of course, they told her all about it. Mary took it all in, listened to every juicy description, and she never expressed any moral or other objections. Sometimes, she even asked questions, but for whatever reason, Mary just didn't seem tempted to start having sex herself. This is what Mary told her girlfriends when they tried to hook her up: "I'm no prude, you know. Maybe I'm just prudent." Mary really had that line down pat. She even used it on boys a few times.

In college, Mary was in a sorority, but she very rarely went to any of the fraternity-sorority parties. They sometimes got pretty wild. Mary knew how those parties went, of course, and that's what kept her away. Some of her sorority sisters pulled trains in the fraternity bedrooms where they had drunken sex with all comers. "I have to study," Mary always said. Mary did study, too. She got Phi Beta Kappa, and Honors in English. She was also quite an athlete, which burned off energy big time. In her junior year, Mary came in third in the Northern Division cross-country finals, and she was fifth at state. Both the women's tennis team and the women's swimming team relied on her. She was actually a swim team star!

During college, Mary did become a bit more social, and she wasn't a complete prude. When boys asked her out, Mary would usually suggest a movie, and she made out with the boys she liked. She let them feel her up in the car, too, after the show. But only through her clothes! No one got to slip a finger into Mary's moist little pussy. And.... (although she never told anyone) it really did get moist. Saturated, to be honest!

Mary, you would have to say, had a real "mind over matter" type of control, and for whatever reason, she decided to hold off on sex. Somehow, she was able to have lots of friends and to be well-liked, but without any significant sexual involvement at all. Not until her senior year in college, that is.

When Mary was a senior, she was in a special honors program for Literature majors, and she fell hard for her professor. Actually, he wasn't really a "professor;" he was the graduate student who was teaching the honors seminar, but he definitely had a bright academic future ahead. Steve was really handsome, and he knew everything about 19th-century poetry. He also wrote for poetry magazines himself. Steve also happened to be married to a mousy woman who worked in the Bursar's office, and whose income was helping to put Steve through graduate school. Mary was definitely "not" mousy. As an athlete, she was in terrific shape, 5'8" with that tight ass of hers. She had a slim build and very firm, 36-C tits. Her blonde hair, always pulled into a ponytail for sports, cascaded over her shoulders when she wore it loose. She didn't exactly dress provocatively, but whatever Mary wore, her clothing always let you know what she had to share; if she ever wanted to share it, that is!

Mary really felt bad for Steve's wife, after the first time she and Steve fucked on the couch in Steve's faculty office. She felt guilty. She really did! But the next day, Mary texted Steve at 9:30 in the morning, and by 10:00 o'clock they were fucking in Steve's bed, right where he and his wife had been sleeping three hours earlier. Mary's "on" switch had definitely turned "on!"

Mary's affair with Steve carried right up to the end of her senior year, and she was shameless. She was ravenous. She was totally consumed by her desire for Steve, and she just couldn't get enough of Steve's cock. For someone with not much earlier experience, Mary learned fast. In class, she would lick her lips, and leave her tongue poking out, just that little bit, or she would gnaw on her lip. She did it every time she saw Steve looking her way. She knew it drove him crazy. Mary would show up in her car, parked down the block from Steve's condo, and then she would text him during the evening when he and his wife were watching a movie. "I need it now," she would say. It would be up to Steve to figure out some excuse. Usually, he told his wife he was "bored" with the movie, and just needed to get some exercise. He slipped into some sweats (no underwear, of course) to go out for a run, and then he and Mary fucked in the back seat of her car. She bit him in his groin, to mark him. She stuck her finger up his ass when he was on top of her, reaming her pussy. That always made Steve come so hard that he almost lost consciousness, and Mary was like totally multi-orgasmic. One massive orgasm after another would shake her body, and she was screaming out his name as his hot white flood of supercharged cum coursed into her cunt.

As you might suspect, Mary's "prudence" shriveled to near nothingness as she pursued her affair with Steve. Within about three months, virtually everyone in the college (except Steve's wife) knew that the promising young professor was boning his star student on an almost daily basis. One time, the after-hours security patrol caught them fucking on the grass-covered quadrangle that was a favorite trysting spot for students. But nobody told. They got away with it, and the guard didn't even check ID. "The quad is not the right place for this sort of thing in the future, understand?" That is what the security guard told them, as they zipped up their clothes and left. Steve turned white, thinking about what might have happened. Mary just laughed. As they walked out of the quad, Mary pulled him into a doorway, unbuttoned his jeans, and started jerking Steve off with one hand, while she cradled his balls with the other. She was whispering how much she wanted him, how big his cock was, how his cock belonged to her. Steve's hot load went all over her hands, and then she rubbed it on the front of his pants. "Can you explain that to the wifey," she asked?

Steve was playing with fire, but Mary's cunt and voracious desire were like a black hole. He just couldn't escape the lure. Every day, Steve's head started getting hot, and his face started to flush, as he thought about fucking Mary. It was all he could think about, and he took incredible risks to get his prick into her. He knew what he was doing was dangerous, against the rules, and totally "imprudent," to use that word, but as he told one of his fellow graduate students, a friend who tried to warn him off, "I don't fucking care what the dangers are. I'll do anything."

So, they did get caught. Or, rather, Steve did. Like some noble knight in shining armor, Steve protected Mary. Her name didn't come out to the school authorities, or even to Steve's wife. Mary graduated with honors, as mentioned earlier, her "nice" reputation intact, while Steve had to get a divorce and then find a job teaching high school English.

Mary did two years of graduate work, getting her Masters, and just before she got the degree she married Steve. They had cooled it for a while during Steve's divorce, and during the immediate aftermath, with Mary relying on her "nice" reputation and the "prudence" that had always been her watchword. Mary's parents had no idea about what kind of relationship Mary and Steve had had while she was in college. They thought Steve and Mary had met after Mary graduated from college, and that Steve was a "nice" man and a great match for their "nice" daughter. The bride dressed in white and Mary's parents thought she was a virgin.

Everything was amazingly good for Steve and Mary for the next several years. Mary got a job at a women's prep school, and Steve was teaching English at the high school located in an adjacent town. They had a very nice unit in an upscale condo project, which had tennis courts, a half Olympic swimming pool, and a weight room. There was a community room, too, for parties and events. On the sex side, Mary and Steve fucked like crazy. They were both voracious, just like before, but now it was legal. They fucked anytime and anywhere, and Mary couldn't have been happier.

When Mary got pregnant, that's when the sex stopped. Not a dead stop, but it seemed like that, at least compared. Now, Mary got fucked once a week if she was lucky. It was like taking away a narcotic. After her son was born, Mary had quit her job to be a stay-at-home mom, and "stir crazy" doesn't even begin to describe her feelings. By the time her little boy was three years old, Mary couldn't take it anymore.

Steve didn't pick up on the extent of Mary's dissatisfaction. He was totally oblivious to the restlessness she was trying to convey, and he even turned down Mary's direct come-ons. Mary would slip her hand inside his pajama bottoms, as he sat around reading before going to bed; she would grab his cock, but she would find that his cock stayed limp and uninterested. "Hey, hon, I'm sorry," he'd say. "Maybe tomorrow, right?" That's the kind of response that Mary got. If she crawled over to him, while he was on the couch, to give him a blow job, he'd push her head away. What is it, Mary thought? Is he cheating on me? Don't I turn him on? I know I am fucking hot. I am the most sexual person ever, and every man I meet wants to fuck me.

Mary's "on" switch was definitely still turned "on," and she had needs. What she was getting in response was just not either sufficient or acceptable. Mary continued to care for Steve, and of course, they had their son to think about, but Mary needed to be fucked! Mary started talking with some of her friends from high school and college, to get some ideas, and she started going online every night, to read erotic stories, watch online porn, scan through various "match" sites, and masturbate. If Steve wouldn't take care of her, she'd do it herself. She got a super-big dildo, and when her kid was at daycare, and Steve was at work, she'd watch porn, stroke her pussy, and make her clit twitch until, finally, she'd bottom out on the artificial fuck stick that penetrated her to the core, and then finally fall into a series of those rolling orgasms she simply had to have, one after another, while her uncared-for cunt squirted out what seemed like pints of pussy juice and her whole body spasmed and then collapsed into the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Mary didn't spend her entire day inside the condo, pummeling her pretty little pussy. She did 100 laps every day, minimum, and maintained a very focused weight training regimen. She laid out at the pool, too. Candidly speaking, while this kind of exercise program was intended to distract her, and to take her mind off her neglected pussy, the exercise, and the heat, and the sound of the water sloshing in the pool, often made Mary so horny that she felt like masturbating right there. Plus, there was another factor.

The other factor was Dirk. He was a new arrival in the condo complex. Most of the residents in the development were on the elderly side, with maybe twenty-five percent of them being working age persons like Steve and Mary. Most of the residents Mary's age weren't around during the week. Naturally not; they were working. Dirk was different. He didn't fit that pattern. It seemed like he was some sort of an entitled being. He had a striking, chiseled physique. He was lean, with dark black hair he kept short. And, he seemed to command all the money he needed without having to work for it. It wasn't exactly clear how he could afford to live in the project without working, but he didn't leave the facilities on any regular schedule, like you would for a job, and yet here he was, his monthly payments obviously taken care of.

It didn't seem that Dirk was getting any kind of a degree, though he appeared to be the right age to be in graduate school. Mary figured it was family money, or maybe he was one of those investment types who make big bucks trading stocks on the computer. Dirk was a definite stud, and he was at the pool pretty much every day. Often, he was there with some eighteen or twenty-year-old piece of ass who clearly worshipped his body and his mind. They clung to him, ran to get him a beer, or his sunscreen, or they would even disappear for a while into the small kitchen off the community room, to cook him up some sort of exotic stir-fry, or something like that, and then bring it out for him to eat. Dirk would lounge around, sunning himself, observing the environment at large, and then give whatever girl he was with that day a nod, and they'd go up the stairs to his condo, which was at the very top of the building. It had an outside balcony and a stellar view. He was going to fuck them, of course. Mary knew that, and she hated it.

Mary didn't know exactly why she hated the whole idea of Dirk, and his whole scene; it could have been pure envy. Here she was, dying for cock, and he was putting his entitled prick into the unworthy pussies of all those airhead bimbos with giant breasts. Mary tried not to think about him, but she found she couldn't help it. Somehow, she just could not ignore him. Mary became preoccupied with Dirk, and week after week she distilled her observations into what she thought of as a powerful critique, a documentation of everything she disliked about him, all his faults. She must have telegraphed her feelings, too, because, within a short time after their paths first crossed at the pool, Dirk seemed to pick up on her disapproval, and glory in it. In response, he paid special attention to her and started giving her a hard time. He always did it with a kind of sarcastic smirk on his face, too. His expression seemed to say, "I have your number, lady; I know!"

First, of course, Dirk ogled her. He had no shame doing it, either. His eyes moved up and down Mary's body in the rudest way possible; you could tell he was not only "undressing her" with his eyes. He was fucking her with his eyes. That was unacceptable! Outrageous behavior, thought Mary, though she never said a word to object. Mary was sure she hated it, but Dirk did make her pussy wet, and she took those wet fantasies home with her when she left the pool.

One day, he spoke to her directly. "My name's Dirk," he said. "Hubby's a high school teacher, I hear? Is that right?" What the fuck business is it of his, Mary thought. Dirk followed right up. "I bet he is pretty tired when he gets home from dealing with all those hormone-drenched teenagers. Am I right? He's probably kind of tuckered out. That's what I'm betting, anyway. With that kind of a job, your husband must be drained. I mean, like totally wiped out. I never see him out here, even on the weekends. He never seems to get any exercise. How's his stamina holding up?"

Did Dirk seriously think Mary was going to answer that line of questions? "Anyway, it's nice to see that you've got energy to burn," Dirk told her. That remark came with a smirk, and he was fucking her with his eyes, again.

One day, when no bimbos were in attendance, Dirk did laps at the same time Mary did, matching her lap for lap, staying right with her until he started pulling away on the 99th lap, and finished one whole length ahead. He was waiting at the end of the pool when she got there, sitting on the edge of the pool in the lane next to hers. Mary noticed his cock, clearly outlined in his speedo. Fuck. It was really big. Mary's mind started wandering to Dirk's big dick. How big was it? Even while she was still in the pool, she felt her pussy juices start flowing. She was lost, for a second, and then she snapped to attention when she heard Dirk say something.

"Hey," he said, with the smirk again, "you're pretty speedy; you have to be fast to keep up with me, you know. Since I'm not so busy today, would you like to come up and see the top floor view?" He meant his apartment. Actually, Mary would have liked to see it. He clearly had the best unit in the entire development. Dirk knew it, too. His look told her that. And he knew she would decline the invite. And she did.

"Well," Dirk said, "I am disappointed. But I figure there's a chance you'll change your mind. I mean, sooner or later. You never know what you're missing until you give it a try." Big smirk! He wasn't talking about looking at the view; Mary knew that. Mary knew what Dirk was tempting her to try, and her clit just twitched.

About a week later, when she had done her 100 laps, Dirk offered her a beer, and while she almost declined, in the end she didn't. She took it. Then, after she had started in on it, Dirk asked her what time she had to pick up her son from daycare. "Just in case you want to accept my invitation someday," he said. "I'd like to know much time we'd have together if you came on up to the apartment. It's surprising," Dirk continued, "but time really does fly fast when you're having fun." Right then, and Mary knew it, she should have handed back the beer and walked away. But she didn't. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but Mary drank the whole beer.

"Thanks for that," she said, as she downed the last swallow.

"The pleasure is mine," Dirk told her. "Want to see that view now?" Very slight smirk. Only a minor smirk, really. It could have been that the beer had made her mellow, but Mary thought it was actually a nice kind of smirk, like sharing an inside joke. They were sharing a joke on someone else, or a joke that nobody but they could understand. Mary felt a kind of shift inside, deep down in her belly. Her icy cold feelings about Dirk had warmed up just a bit. Mary could feel how Dirk had made her pussy wet, too. Instead of scornfully ignoring Dirk's come on, she thought she should try to be pleasant.

"Well, Dirk," Mary said, "if you want to get me up there to that top floor, to see that view, it's going to take you a lot more than one beer." Mary gave Dirk a cute little smile, a kind of sarcastic smile, actually. "In fact," Mary said, "I think it would probably take you at least three beers." She was laughing at her joke as she handed him back the empty bottle.

Back in her own apartment, Mary threw herself on her bed and started stroking her pussy. God, could it be true? Was she really thinking about fucking Dirk? Oh, yeah! She was! Her fucking husband Steve wasn't doing it. Maybe she should just fuck Dirk. The tension inside her cunt grew and grew. Mary had two fingers deep in her pussy and she was moaning his name. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Dirk. Put your big cock right into my married pussy and make me come. Come on, come on. Make me cum, Dirk. Make me cummmmm!! Mary was panting as she pushed herself to orgasm after orgasm. She practically passed out it was so good. Fuck. It was SO good. When she looked at the clock, Mary gasped. She had completely forgotten to pick up her son. She couldn't believe it. She had to pay them $25 for the late charge.

That evening, Mary went right for Steve when he walked in. "Come here," she said, dragging him into their bedroom. "I want your cock. Fuck your wife, Steve. Put it in me. Tonight, I need it." Steve did it. It was fast. Frankly, it was not that good.

Steve went in to play with their son, and Mary headed down the hall towards the kitchen to make dinner. Halfway down the hall, her phone flashed a message notification. "Can I expect to see you tomorrow? I'm bringing those three beers down to the pool. You'll drink beer in the morning, won't you? That would give us lots of time." Mary heard Steve coming down the hall with their son. She had to be quick.

"Yes," she texted back.

God, that night was so long. Mary could hardly sleep. She tossed and turned and had her hand between her legs every moment she was awake, squeezing her thighs together hard, moving her hips, fucking her hand like it was Dirk's big cock.

Mary was at the pool bright and early. She started on her laps, but as she made a turn, she saw that Dirk had shown up, with a beer cooler in his hand. Putting on her maximum speed, Mary raced to the end of the pool where Dirk was standing, and pulled herself out in one motion, dripping water. Dirk smiled. He smirked, actually, and he let his eyes move from Mary's expectant face down her body, till he was staring at her cute little pussy, the shape of which was totally evident through the soaked swimsuit. Let's admit it, Dirk smirked because he knew he'd won. And Mary knew it, too. They shared the joke. It was a joke on someone else, and they both knew who. It was a joke on Steve, and Mary liked the smirk.

Dirk extended the cooler. "Here are the beers," he said. "You ready to start drinking?" "Let's see the view first," Mary said. "Let's do the beers after."

Dirk and Mary walk up the stairs. Anyone who looked could see what was happening. Mary has on a short beach robe, covering her body down to her thighs. She is wearing a pretty skimpy two-piece swimsuit, and she is dripping wet. When they get to his door, before he even opens it, Dirk opens up the robe and pulls it off her shoulders, leaving it on the doorstep, so everyone will be able to see it. He opens the door; holds it open for Mary, and after she goes into the apartment, he leaves the door open and pulls her back against him. He holds her there, right up against him, and she can feel his rock-hard erection pushing into her ass. Dirk undoes the clasp holding up her swimsuit top. He pulls it off her shoulders, just like he pulled the robe off. He throws that on the doormat, too. "Turn around," he tells her. When she does, her firm breasts are aching for his mouth; her nipples are bullet-hard. Dirk drops to his knees and strips off her swimsuit bottom. That goes behind him on the doormat, in the pile with her other clothes, and that is when Dirk kicks the door shut and pulls Mary down to the very soft rug covering the entry.

Mary turns, and she puts her soaking wet, inflamed pussy in his face, and Dirk rubs his face all over her dripping cunt. She lets out a moan, practically a scream, as his tongue finds her clit, flicking it mercilessly, time after time. Mary starts sucking Dirk's mammoth dick. Her hands caress its length, already slick with his gushing precum. As Dirk starts sucking her bare-shaved pussy, drenched with so much of her pussy cream that his mouth slides without friction over her distended pussy lips, his tongue keeps searching out that hard little pearl of her ultimate pleasure. Dirk's got his thumb buried deep into Mary's pussy, and one lubricated finger is plunging in and out of her asshole, syncopated to his thrusting tongue. Mary is caressing Dirk's balls. She puts her finger up his ass and takes his whole length down her throat. They are moaning and screaming out their pleasure as they both finish and curl up together on the rug.

"I needed that, Dirk. I needed that so bad," Mary says. She says it like a prayer. Dirk brings her to the large living room, with a spectacular mountain view, but Mary hardly notices. Dirk's cock is still hard. "Oh, give it to me; just give it to me," Mary moans. Dirk fucks her better than she has ever been fucked. "Oh, god," she whispers to him; "please keep fucking me, Dirk. I need it so bad. I need it every day, Dirk. Really. It's so good. Fuck my cheating married cunt! Cum inside me, fucker, cum inside me! You want it, too, don't you, Dirk? Tell me you want it, too!"

That afternoon, Mary had to pay another late charge at the child care center. She didn't care a bit. Furthermore, Dirk paid it. "I'll pay it every day," he said. "How long do you think I've been wanting you, Mary? Right from day one. Right from the first time I saw you. You are so fucking hot, and with that fucking attitude of yours, too!"

There was going to be a lot more to this story. Mary kissed him passionately as he opened up the door, to send her back downstairs, on to the childcare center and then to some big decisions. Mary was wearing some of Dirk's clothes. She picked up the swimwear that had been left on the doorstep, and she threw it in the first garbage can she came to. She loved fucking Dirk so much. She had experienced some difficult times after her son was born. Three fucking years of difficult times, in fact, as her needs were just ignored. Now, at last, that was going to change!

oooOOOooo

After their "three beers" encounter, Mary and Dirk have been fucking every day. Every weekday, anyway. Monday through Friday was one thing, but the situation was different on Saturdays and Sundays. On the weekends, Mary's husband doesn't go to work. He is inconveniently present, hanging around their apartment. That means that on the weekends, at least so far, Mary hasn't been able to indulge her craving for Dirk's big cock. It would definitely precipitate something if she tried it. While Mary's husband, Steve, is pretty oblivious, even he might notice something if she started disappearing on the weekends. Still, Mary may not be able to hold herself back. The only thing that Mary can even think about now is just how soon she can get Dirk's big, thick prick back inside her married pussy.

Mary has maintained her loyalty to her weight training routine, and she still puts in her hundred laps in the pool, but when Dirk comes down to the poolside, he doesn't have to say a word. Dirk will just give her a nod when he's ready, and she picks up her things and follows him up the stairs to his top-floor apartment. Everyone in the condo complex can tell what's going on. By the time they get to Dirk's apartment, Mary's pussy is so wet that you can see the stain of her juices, pooling at the bottom of her hot, wet cunt. When Mary first started thinking about fucking Dirk, and that was weeks before she ended up doing it, she shaved off all her pussy hair, and the totality of her little love box is now so visible it's embarrassing. You can see the full trace of Mary's pussy lips through the sheer fabric of her swimsuit. You can see her pebble-hard nipples, too, poking through the fabric just barely covering her breasts. Some women might be embarrassed, but Mary doesn't seem to care one bit. Who gives a fuck what the other residents might be thinking? All Mary cares about is how good it feels when Dirk puts it in her, and how hard he makes her cum.

Just how oblivious is Mary's husband? Well, even before she had actually fucked Dirk, when she was just fanaticizing about it, Mary had shaved her pussy, thinking of Dirk, thinking that Dirk would like it that way. It took Steve two weeks to notice, and when he asked her why she did it, he never once questioned her response. "Why not?" she said. "It makes me feel sexy."

The fact is, Mary was always sexy. She was always crazed for it, too, but she just suppressed her desires until her fourth year in college. When Mary first met Steve, in that honors seminar, he was the older, handsome, experienced, and very much married professor who made her pussy tingle. They fucked like crazy, and Mary loved to make Steve find some fake excuse to get free from his wife, so Steve could come fuck her. She loved it when they'd fuck in Mary's car, just a block from Steve's house, while his wife was left inside, washing the dishes, or reading a book, or watching some television movie.

"Come on, Steve," she'd text him. "Ditch her! I want your prick in my cunt." Mary's orgasms drenched Steve's cock with her aromatic pussy juice. She squirted all over him, and she loved that. She loved the rush that cheating gave her. She liked to send him back home with her smell all over him. Steve loved it, too. Steve was on the road to a promising academic career, but he lost that option. Steve lost his first marriage, and his academic position, just because he couldn't control his lust for Mary's tight, wet pussy. Mary would lick her lips in class when he glanced her way, and Steve just had to have his dick inside his star student. He reveled in it. Steve loved to pound his cock into Mary while she slipped her slim little index finger up his lubricated asshole. Oh, fuck yes! He was just as crazed as she was.

Too bad for Steve. He somehow lost contact with that feeling of overwhelming lust. Mary Mead did not! After lots of repeated tries, when Mary just couldn't find a way to coax Steve's flaccid dick back into action, she turned into a sitting duck for someone who could give her what she needed.

That someone would be Dirk.

Dirk's sexuality was like some dark star, pulling Mary into his gravity. At first, she did make some slight effort to resist him, but it was halfhearted. Even when she was making a mental list of what she hated about him and was trying her best to ignore his smirking come-ons, Mary knew how wet they made her. And then they finally fucked! That really sealed the deal!

Dirk fucked her better than she had ever been fucked. Mary is older than Dirk, and she keeps begging him not to drop her. She's feeling unhinged. She is on the brink of losing her family, but what she's really afraid of losing is Dirk's big cock. That's what she's thinking about now. That is basically all she's thinking about. When Mary takes Dirk's big dick up her ass, she blacks out from the pleasure. She rides his rigid fuck stick, while's she's on top, and then she looks down at the smirk on Dirk's face. Her pussy just floods when she sees that smirk, and every nerve in her body is quivering and pulsating with the pleasure Dirk gives her.

Slowly but surely, Mary's life turns into all Dirk, all the time. When Mary's parents go on a trip to the East Coast and ask Mary if she can stay in their house for two weeks, she jumps at the chance. Steve will be staying in the condo, since it's close to his high school, and he won't even notice that during the time she's away, Dirk isn't around the complex, either. Thanks to her parents, Mary and Dirk can fuck almost 24/7.

Dirk was right, of course. Steve doesn't get any exercise. And that's the least of it. In fact, he pretty much doesn't do anything. He just teaches those high school classes and reads, and he writes poetry that Mary doesn't even bother to look at anymore. He never socializes with anyone in the complex, and he virtually never uses any of the amenities found in the common areas. In all the time that Steve and Mary have lived in the complex, Steve has run across Dirk only two or three times. Mary remembers one of them really, really well.

It was on a weekend, and Steve actually did come down to the pool to find her. She had been sunning herself on the deck, while Dirk was laid out right next to her. There were a few other people around, but no one was paying attention, and Mary could see how tight Dirk's big cock looked in his swimsuit. Turning on her side, facing in Dirk's direction, Mary pretended to read. When she caught Dirk's eye, she mouthed him a message: "Want your cock."

Dirk gave her a little smirking smile, and then readjusted himself slightly, rearranged his towel, and started masturbating the head of his big, thick, nine-inch cock, which was now just peeking out of the top of his trunks. Mary saw it get slick. Dirk did it so slow. He was totally teasing her. Mary knew what he was suggesting. Why don't they both just walk upstairs, just like they would on a weekday? Mary almost fainted; she wanted it so bad. First her face, then her total body suffered a heat wave. She lost track of where she was. Her whole body was tuned to Dirk. Looking at Dirk getting himself off, Mary slipped her right hand down and got a finger into her pussy. She was so fucking wet!!! Mary was starting up a rhythm on her clit. That was when Steve showed up.

"Hey, Hon," he said.

"Oh, hi," said Mary, totally caught off guard, pulling her towel around as a diversion as she got her fingers out of her cunt. It wasn't that Steve had been trying to sneak up on her or anything; it was just that all she could think about was Dirk's slow-moving hand and that slick precum, so visible as she watched him stroke himself towards a full-on orgasm. She had just not been aware that her husband had shown up out there, where he so seldom appeared.

Dirk suddenly entered the conversation, with no invitation. He had bounded to his feet and said, "hey, you must be the high-school teacher." Dirk extended his hand, the same hand that had just been stroking himself to make Steve's wife go crazy. "I'm Dirk. Sorry we never see you at the pool."

It was all so friendly, and Steve looked a little stunned. It never would have occurred to him that his wife, Mary, was now a total fuck slut for Dirk.

"Yeah," Steve said. "You're right. I really should be out here with Mary a lot more, getting some exercise, but I have way too much to do with four classes of thirty-five kids each." Steve tried to turn back to Mary, to reinitiate the conversation with her that had been deflected by Dirk.

Dirk, however, didn't intend to lose the chance to confront Mary's husband. "Well, do you swim at all?" Dirk questioned. "Mary.... your wife I mean, she is so fucking fast! You know, I've tried to pace her, and she just won't quit; she just keeps coming back for more. It's like... she just can't quit. She always wants more; one more turn; one more lap; she always wants more! It almost makes me feel inadequate that I have to work so hard to keep it up with her."

Mary was loving it. She saw Dirk's trademark, smiling smirk. "That's not true, Dirk," she said, "and you know it's not true. You know I'm the one who always has to put out to the max to keep up with you."

Steve, still baffled, wasn't processing the subtext of these messages being flashed back and forth between his wife and this other guy, whoever he was, whose name Steve had immediately forgotten. Steve had a mission, so now he delivered the message he had come to deliver. Their son was asleep in the condo, and Steve had forgotten a whole file full of papers he had to grade, so could Mary come back to the apartment while he took a trip out to school to pick them up? "It will only take about an hour," he said. "Will that be ok?"

"Sure," Mary replied. She started to pick up her things, her towel and her book, while Steve was already making tracks back to their apartment. Steve didn't see that she had a big sarcastic smile on her face. It was a smile that would have rivaled any of Dirk's.

"Bye, Dirk," she said, really loud, loud enough for her husband to hear. Then she said something else. "Watch for him. Come when he drives off." That's what Mary said to Dirk, but not loud enough for Steve to hear anything at all.

That was their first weekend fuck, and she got to fuck Dirk right there in her own home, right in her sacred marriage bed. Mary couldn't believe it! It felt so good when Dirk pinned her arms behind her head and then drove his slick, nine-inch nail deep into her married pussy, taking her right in the bed where her can't do it husband never even tried to fuck her anymore. Mary screamed out Dirk's name as her orgasm hit. "Do it, Dirk. Fuck me. Fuck me. Never stop fucking me."

Mary only got bolder after that. Now, for their weekday fucks, she and Dirk would sometimes go to her apartment, too. The second time he fucked her there, when they went into the bedroom, Mary sat down on the bed, ready to strip off her clothes, but Dirk didn't join her. Dirk took a big wedding picture off the wall. She and Steve looked so happy in that picture, with the bride in white! Putting the picture in the crook of his right arm and using his left index finger to point to Steve in the wedding photo, Dirk turned to face Mary. "Which one do you pick, lover?"

"You know who I pick," Mary said, her face flushing.

"No," he said, taunting her; "I want to hear you tell me. And I want you to tell me exactly why that is. If you want my dick, you're going to have to tell me why. Why are you fucking me, instead of the happy bridegroom here?"

Mary got up off the bed and came to where Dirk was standing, staring right into his face. She took the picture away from him and casually threw it down on the carpet. She started opening up Dirk's pants. She slowly stripped him down till he was standing there naked, his huge hard-on jutting straight up. Then she started stripping herself down. Mary was looking at Dirk the whole time she was doing it, never saying a word, but she was letting Dirk know, just by the way she looked at him, that she was going to answer his question; she was going to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"You want to know why I pick you, Dirk, instead of that guy over there on the floor," Mary said, while she pushed her breasts into Dirk's chest, and pulled his ass into her crotch? "This is why. I pick you because I won't take some second-best, poor-ass imitation of a fuck from that guy ever again. Here's what I need, Dirk." Mary now had both hands around Dirk's big cock. She was stroking his mammoth, steel-hard prick, so fucking rigid and slick, covered with his precum.

"You know what's going on here, Dirk. You don't even have to ask. I need your big fucking prick inside my cheating married cunt. And I need it all the time, Dirk. All the time! That's all I care about, Dirk. That's why I pick you."

Dirk smiled with his trademark smirk, grabbing her hair and pulling Mary's head back, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, cupping and caressing her breasts, playing it a little bit rough as she continued to stroke his cock.

"You knew it from the start, Dirk. I know you did. You could tell I what I wanted, and that's where your infuriating little smile came from. You fuck me better than I have ever been fucked, Dirk, and you know how bad I need it. You get me off so hard, Dirk. Every time. You get me off so fucking hard. Yes, you do, Dirk, every time we do it! And when you fuck me like that, it's like I have finally found my purpose in life. It's all I can think about now, Dirk, fucking you. And that guy over there on the floor? He doesn't fuck worth shit. He doesn't even try to fuck me anymore, and if he did, you know what I'd do? I'd tell him my pussy is already taken. That's what I'd tell him. Nobody but you can fuck me now, Dirk. Only you!"

Mary was so crazed. She was stroking Dirk's cock, and then she would kneel down and take his prick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the turgid head, bobbing her mouth back and forth on his aching member, taking him way down her throat, while she flashed his balls. Then, she'd stand up next to him and push her breasts up against his chest as they frenched each other, as she continued to stroke him, almost to the point of orgasm.

"Do me in my ass, Dirk. Do it right here, right here in my sacred marital bed. That guy on the floor has never fucked my ass in this bed, Dirk. He couldn't even do it; you know that? I want your big, hard prick up my ass, Dirk. I want it so far up my ass that I can feel it in my belly. Come on, Dirk; fuck my ass. Come on, Dirk; you know how much I love it; fuck me! You know who I pick!"

Mary pulled the bedspread and the blankets back, and then she crawled over the sheets to the bedside table on her side of the bed. Opening the cabinet at the bottom, she pulled out a bottle of lube she kept there, that she used with her big dildo. "Go ahead, Dirk, use it on my ass," she said. Mary handed the bottle backward to Dirk as she lay down on the clean, white sheets. Dirk squirted the lube into Mary's ass crack and started opening up her shit chute, getting her ready. He took his time, too, slowly rubbing the slick lube around her little backdoor aperture; then putting his index finger in just a little way; then more lube; more finger; more lube; two fingers. Mary was practically chanting her refrain, desperate for Dirk's dick. "Fuck my ass, Dirk. Fuck it. Please do me. I need it so bad!"

When the tip of Dirk's nine-inch cock popped inside her sphincter, Mary sighed. "Oh, fuck me, Dirk; do it to me; do it to me." Mary was moaning with desire. Dirk made some small movements with his rock-hard prick: in and out; in and out. Dirk penetrated Mary's tight ass a little bit further each time. Then, as she was begging for it, when his prick was slick with lube, so hard and ready, Dirk just pushed it in, all the way in, just like Mary wanted. With his balls right up against her butt, Dirk was totally inside her. Dirk grabbed her hips, pulling her up and towards him, to meet his thrusts. Mary started fingering her cunt, screaming out how much she loved Dirk's cock in her ass.

"Yes, Dirk; yes; fuck me, Dirk; oh, I love it, fucker; I love it up my butt. Please, Dirk, do it! Do my ass. Make me cummmmmmm; please, fucker; please!"

Dirk shot gobs of his hot white jism deep inside his lover's married ass. She yelled when he did it, and then she blacked out, as her body was convulsed by a huge orgasmic wave, sweeping her away into what seemed like nirvana.

oooOOOooo

Mary couldn't get enough of Dirk's hard cock. And you know what else? Mary wasn't all that "nice" anymore. Her parents hadn't really picked up on it, and her little boy still loved her the same as ever, but Mary had undergone an alteration. Even though her cuckold husband had trouble putting his finger on what the change was, he knew that there was something different, and Mary knew he knew. But Mary's husband never even raised the subject. He was afraid to ask. Steve did sense that something had shifted. He felt like he was confronting some kind of impending threat, but he couldn't quite figure out where it was coming from. Mary could tell how Steve was feeling, but she didn't care one bit. She didn't give one little shit that her husband was suffering, as she knew he was. Mary knew that Steve had somehow sensed her withdrawal of affection, but if Mary ever thought about that, she just laughed at Steve, inside, for not having the balls to demand some answers. When she replaced the wedding picture in their bedroom with a modern print, Steve never said a thing.

Mary was a fuck slut for Dirk. That's the bottom line. Dirk was rich, too. She had guessed that right. And Dirk wasn't only good at fucking, which he really, really was. Dirk actually knew things, too. And he knew people. Mary started making up stories about meeting old girlfriends for dinner and having a "girls' night out," but she made up those stories, so she could accompany Dirk. She loved the dinners he hosted with young tech guys, and she loved going clubbing with Dirk and his business associates. They were very high-class. Dirk was no high school English teacher. He was a powerful, dominant man, and Mary knew she needed that. Plus, the sex was fantastic. After one of those business dinners, a dinner during which Dirk had his fingers inside Mary's cunt during most of the meal, Dirk had the valet bring his car around; then he told the valet to drive it across the street to a nearly deserted parking lot, while he and Mary started making out in the back seat. When the valet stopped the car, Dirk gave him a hundred-dollar bill, and said, "thanks, brother." Then, Dirk flipped up Mary's dress, ripped off her panties, and put his nine-inch tool deep into her. The valet got a good look before he headed across the street, back to the hotel where the dinner had been held.

One year after her "three beers" capitulation, Mary was still totally crazed for Dirk's cock. Dirk fucked Mary better than she had ever been fucked. He sucked her needy cunt, too. That was SO good. When Dirk put his dick up her ass, he brought her to the promised land. And he got her there when he fucked her tight, wet pussy, too.

Mary had some needs! Specifically, Mary needed to be fucked, and she loved to be fucked! When Mary thought about it, she figured that cheating on her husband made the fucking even better. Mary knew, from her affair with Steve, during her fourth year in college, that Steve had loved fucking around on his mousy little wife. For Steve, the cheating made it hotter. Now, it was Mary's turn to cheat on him. Fuck, yes! Fuck yes; it made her hot. From the moment she left Dirk's penthouse apartment that first time, when she threw the clothes Steve had bought her into the garbage, Mary knew she wasn't going back.

After Dirk fucks Mary, he bites her right under her pussy. He leaves a great big bruise. It is just like a sign. Will her lackluster husband ever see the marks? He never has. Mary knows he never will, either. Before Dirk fucks Mary's ass, he licks her tight little asshole and sticks his tongue inside. Then he makes her take his tongue in her mouth and suck on it while he fingers her juicy cunt. She does it! She loves it! She rims Dirk out, too. Dirk fucks Mary better than she has ever been fucked, and Mary just can't get enough of every dirty thing they do. And when Dirk brings Mary off with his mouth, she squirts all over his face. Mary fucking loves that. Mary likes everything about Dirk.

In fact, the more Dirk fucks Mary, the more she wants it, and the more Dirk does her, the more contempt Mary feels for her husband. She loves to call her husband on the phone, getting him out of his study hall, while she's in bed with Dirk, and when Dirk's big dick is buried right up to the hilt in her slippery little slit.

"Hi, Steve," she will say, "sorry to interrupt your day. I just wanted to let you know that I'm having the babysitter come in later this afternoon, and I forgot to mention it this morning. Remember that I'm going out with Marie and Janie? So, don't be late coming home, ok?"

Mary times the call so she's talking to Steve about not coming home late at the exact moment that Dirk is coming home right on time, just like she loves it, deep in her wanton pussy. She has gotten really good with the mute button, so Steve doesn't hear her moan as Dirk's hot cum blasts into her. He has no clue as she just about screams out her pleasure, as her orgasm sweeps through her body.

"Thanks, Stevie," Mary says. "Got to go now."

And then Mary curls her legs back and opens up her legs so Dirk can keep pounding her, more, and more, and more. I have some needs, thinks Mary, and he's going to be sure they're filled. When Dirk and Mary have both finished off hard and are lying all tangled up and sweaty in her adulterous bed, Dirk gives her that smirk. She smiles right back. Cheating. Adultery. Getting fucked! Mary Mead is finally getting what she needs. She is finally getting what she wants. She is a really, really happy girl.