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by EroticWriter

Readers, I took part of a story I wrote previously, Spreading Her Legs For A Black
Man, and modified to use in this story along with new characters. EW


Patrick Barnes was out for his afternoon walk when he first noticed them.
First he distinctly heard a female voice. In distress perhaps? Then, as he came
around a tree by the picnic pavilion, he saw where the sound had came from.

Two heads, a man and woman it looked like, and they might be kissing.
He paid particular notice because the vehicle they were in was an old
Pontiac Star Chief, from the 1950s. It looked to be in relatively good condition.

Broke down perhaps?

Then the two heads disappeared from view as they laid down in the seat.
'They're having sex," he thought, right here in the park! I couldn't make
her out, but it looked like he was a black man, some old man with silver

Quietly now, using stealth, Patrick crept closer. Nothing to worry about, he
thought. They won't see me as long as they stay down like that.

Louise and her husband had decided to put her old Pontiac Star Chief up for
sale. He had to be at work every day and had instructed her not to do any
test drives with the car, and if any buyers insisted on a test drive they were
to return when he was home.

Louise had agreed, but when this potential buyer came to her apartment and
asked to test drive the car 'just for a few miles,' she had agreed because though
he was black, he was older with silver hair, and seemed more like someone's
grandfather. In other words, safe.

During the drive, she had worn a short skirt and noticed him staring at her legs.
That didn't bother her because she was used to that. Then, as they were in city
traffic with lots of signals, he asked her if she knew a country road they could
go to so he could stretch the legs of the Pontiac for a short distance.

She had suggested a city park, large, with picnic areas. Perfect, for what he now
had in mind. He brought the car to a stop and within seconds was over on her
side of the seat.

She resisted, but only mildly. Her experience with men was limited to one man, her
husband, and she was curious.

The stories she had heard were true. His cock was enormous compared to her
husband. He had his fingers in her and at first she had offered to blow him
while he uses his fingers because she was not on the pill.

But he had a rubber, and that was all it took.

She watched him roll it on, and it was a struggle to get on because of his size.
His entry into her was also a struggle, but less so than getting that rubber on.

They were totally involved with one another and did not notice the middle-aged
white man standing near the car. The windows were down, and he had heard
them, mainly Louise, before he could even see the car.

Patrick had come around the picnic pavilion and discovered them in the act, and
just in time to hear the black man commenting on her titties. When they came, the
man was intending to cum with them, because his dick was out and in his hand.

From several feet away and looking through the passenger window, Patrick could
see her two legs in the air, the back of the man's head and Louise's arms around
the man.

White arms and legs! It's a white woman under him! This I definitely have to see.
In order to see more, he daringly moved closer, so that he could look right into the
window. He got an eyeful. The man had his head on his right side of Louise, so her
eyes were being blocked from seeing the man looking down at her.

But Patrick could see a lot. Their audience could see not only her lovely left
tit, but their genitals as well. He actually stuck his head inside the car
and looked down under the man's ass. He could see the man's shiny black
balls swinging back and forth and up and down as the man pumped into Louise.

The balls were blocking his view whenever the man went deep into Louise, but
each time he pulled back and up the man outside could see her pussy. Her
lips were all stretched wide by that fucking cock that apparently was
feeling so good based upon the noises she was making.

Fuck me...look at that! She is taking a big black one, no wonder she is being
so noisy. A white woman taking a black dick! His hand began stroking faster.

Louise's body stiffened. Not even realizing she was saying it, the words
came out; "Fuck me, Oh yes, fuck me honey. Feed that big peter to me."
Silver hair smiled down at her, realizing that he had turned this little
housewife into a slut.

He kept pumping, varying his moves and twisting his hips in order to probe
every corner of her stretched vagina. Louise was moaning in a way that made
it sound almost like she was crying. And in fact she was. She was crying out
for joy.

Louis hugged him tight and wriggled her hips. This was the one. This would
be the orgasm to end all orgasms. Close, close. Whimpering now, Louise dug
her fingers into his ass, and he responded with still longer strokes. Louise
groaned loudly. At last, at last!

Tears of joy in her eyes, Louise came powerfully, her pussy flooding his balls and
the seat of her car with juices that flowed, and flowed some more as her orgasm
seemed to go on and on.

It was the first time she had ever sprayed during orgasm. The spot on the seat,
or maybe near 'that' spot, was wet again, only this time it was not from blood.
Three years previous, Louise had given her virginity to her fiance, now husband,
on this very seat.

Their audience could see it all as he stared with wide eyes. He could see
how her lips had changed in color, going from pink to red as the blood
flowed in during her orgasm.

Because his balls were blocking the spray, she was soaking his balls, and
the overflow was trickling off his swinging balls and down onto her ass.
She was squirming under the man and using her pussy to fuck back at him.
He had stopped moving, possibly to hold off his orgasm, and it was obvious
that she wanted more.

Silver hair gave her a minute to catch her breath, and started again. This
time he pulled her legs higher, and she felt him slip a wet finger into her
rear. It was just the tip of a finger, and it felt so good. Strangely, she
had never really cared for that when Tom tried it, but it felt good now.

She had just been given the orgasm to end all, and she wanted more. If he
wanted to finger her ass, so be it.

The man outside was watching the finger in her ass. He could not help but
look up at the asshole on the black man. It looked pretty inviting, and the
spectator wished that he were a welcome visitor. For if he was, he would
have welcomed the chance to fuck that ass that looked so good as it moved up
and down, with muscles that flexed so visibly. The spectator was not gay,
but he was hard, and he could see a hole going to waste.

Silver-hair waited for her. He pumped slowly and deeply. He talked to Louise
and told her what a good fuck she was. Louise responded with a similar
comment to him, and shyly admitted that she had just had her best orgasm
ever. He laughed and said that cheating seemed to agree with her. Then he
added that maybe they could do even better on her second time around.

Strangely, the word cheating had registered on her consciousness for a brief
second, and then the guilt had faded into obscurity with his next stroke.


Patrick had also heard the word 'cheating.' Wow, this made what he was
seeing all the more exciting. While she is fucking this black man with the
big cock and spraying all over the place, is she cheating on a husband, or
merely a boyfriend? Apparently she was fucking a strange man, someone
whom she was not supposed to be with.

Who is she cheating on, a boy-friend or a husband? He didn't have to wait
long for his answer. An answer that perhaps he hoped to hear. About the
same time that he heard it, Patrick saw it as he finally noticed her rings.

"Talk to me baby. Cheating is growing on you, isn't it? Tell me how much you
like this cock, the cock that is so much bigger than your white husband's
and stretches you out so good. You're getting fucked and worked over by a
strange black cock. You like it don't you? Go on, say it."

To their visitor, it seemed almost like the black man on the white woman
knew he was there and was putting on a show for him. Silver hair didn't know
they had a viewer of course, but the effect was the same. The man outside was
excited beyond words.

"Come on gal. Tell me how much you like cheating on your husband with a
stranger's big black cock. It's music to my ears baby."

Tears in her eyes, Louise came out with what he wanted to hear. As she
started talking, the words began flowing freely. She began talking in a
manner such as a porn writer might be placing words into her mouth.
Surprisingly, it wasn't that difficult for her to say.

"Oh yes, I love fucking you and I love your big black cock. I can't believe that
I'm cheating and loving it. Your dick is much bigger than what I'm used to. I
don't know why I've waited this long to try someone new."

Unbelievably, after admitting it, that he was bigger than her husband and
then being forced to admit that it felt better, it actually was better for
Louise this time.

"How long were you waiting? I mean, how long have you been married, since
you say you have been waiting so long?"

Louise giggled. It's not really all that long, I guess. We've been married
almost two years, but we dated for a couple of years before that."

Silver hair laughed confidently. "Well, now you'll have to be making
decisions about your future. Do you stick with your husband, or do you go
out looking for more big peter? But I think you'll discover that if you
stick to white guys that finding another big cock is not all that easy. You
might have to try out several white guys before you find one."

Louise was very firm with her answer. "This is a one-time thing only. You
caught me unprepared. I won't be doing this again, ever. Not as long as I'm

He laughed. "Time will tell. But you're not sorry about today, are you?" His
tone at the end of the sentence was more of a statement than a question. He
knew. She was enjoying herself big time.

"Yes. I have to admit it. This is, this is really feeling good."

He wriggled his finger in her ass, and she giggled and gripped him tighter.
"Will you be thinking about me the next time your husband fucks you? Do you
think you'll be able to keep your secret and act like he still feels big enough
to you?"

"I'll have no choice in the matter, I guess. But maybe, when I think of you
while he's in me, it will help get me off."

"Yeah baby. That's what I want. I want you to be thinking of me while you're
pumping away under him and trying to cum. Now kiss me."

Louise responded passionately, kissing silver hair with all the feelings she could
muster and at the same time wrapping her arms tightly around him. Her hips
were moving under him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

Patrick was masturbating furiously but not yet trying to cum. This was
the hottest thing he had ever seen or heard, because it was the only sex
act he had ever seen outside his own marriage.

Silver hair spent a lot of time working on her. He teased her, letting her
get close, and then changing his technique. He did this several times until
finally, Louise begged him to fuck her hard and fast. He responded with
powerful strokes, taking her breath away as he slammed his cock into her.

"Oooh fuck. Fast, slow or sideways, it all feels gooooood!"

Louise could feel his big hairy balls slapping against her buttocks. His
finger continued to probe her ass, not going deep, just teasing her with the

This time, he groaned loudly as he came with her. Their cries of pleasure
seemed to intermingle, and they became one.

Outside, Patrick could see it all. He could see Louise's pussy and her
contractions around the thrusting cock. But even better, he could see silver
hair's anus, and the way it was opening and closing as he came.

Patrick was fascinated. If this guy was cumming as hard down there, in her as hard
as it looked from up here around his asshole, he must really be shooting a load.

They were both soaking wet when they finally came down from the second
orgasm to end all orgasms. She found herself thanking him, unashamedly
saying it out loud. Chuckling softly, silver-hair kissed her lightly and slowly
pulled his penis out. It was semi-hard. Despite that, it still tugged at her
lips as the knob on the end of his shaft came out.

He climbed off of Louise, and she sat up. In the meantime Patrick hurriedly
moved away, still within earshot, but out of sight now. He had waited,
dangerously, for a look at that married pussy as the dick pulled out. It had
been an amazing sight.

She had remained open for the briefest of times, but it had been long enough
that Patrick had been provided with a nice look inside. There had been so much
pinkness, and so much cum to see. But then he had to move really quick to
get out of sight before silver hair had sat up and turned around.

That was when the fear started. Louise happened to glance down for a look at
the black man's penis that had been responsible for all that pleasure. No

What? Why? Had it fallen off immediately when he pulled out? She looked down
and saw the unrolled rubber lying on the edge of the seat. There was no cum
inside it, none at all. He had somehow removed it before slipping his dick into her.
His huge loads, both of them, had been injected directly into her pussy.

She might now be pregnant from a stranger, a black stranger that had in
effect, raped her. The rapport that had been established, so strongly established
between them, disappeared in a flash.

When Louise tearfully accused him, asking how would she ever be able to live
with the knowledge that she might be carrying a black child that everyone
would know did not come from her husband, he laughed, and said that fucking
with a rubber was like not actually fucking.

Skin to skin or not at all, he smirked. When they had started kissing, he had
removed the rubber when he had been fiddling around down below.

He treated it like some kind of joke, telling her that now she would always
remember how he had filled her pussy with two hot loads and put them in so
deep that it would take hours to drain out.

Yes, thought the man standing outside, who had heard the entire conversation.
She would never forget that fuck, especially if she ended up pregnant with a
black baby. Be interesting to see how she could explain that development to
her husband.

And as for himself, Patrick would never forget how he had shot his load all over the
side of the car as he watched and heard the couple cumming. And not just once
had he shot his load, but twice. He stole quietly away, leaving several long strings
of cum running down the passenger door of the Pontiac.

Patrick had enjoyed his show and had shot powerful loads, but later, after
thinking about it, it would depress him a little to think about how the woman
he had been watching had said how much better that big black cock had
felt to her.

She had been a married woman, someone's white wife!

She had also made a comment about wondering why she had waited so long
to try a strange man. Patrick began to wonder about his own wife. How does
Beth feel about that?

Is her married to him pussy still his and only his? Does Beth ever think about
big cocks? Does she ever think about cheating? Does she ever think about
trying a black man? Has Beth ever cheated, period? He wondered.

That night Patrick made love to Beth, paying special attention and making
sure he warmed her up good before penetrating her with his lower on the side
of average penis.

He even sucked on her tits, something he rarely did now after almost ten years
of marriage and two children. They were still a nice handful of C cup but slightly
saggy now when she was not standing up straight. She seemed to enjoy that,
his sucking them, especially when he nibbled on her erect nipples.

Those nipples had been a bright pink in the early days, but those almost ten
years of marriage and two children who nursed had turned them light brown.

The images of what he had witnessed that day still fresh on his mind, Patrick
wanted to talk to her, to ask Beth if she ever thought of other men, or maybe,
their cocks. But he didn't dare.

Once inside his wife, Patrick was able to last longer than usual because of
his having climaxed twice that day. Beth was surprised and pleased. 'He's
lasting longer. I might get to cum this time.'

Groaning, Beth wrapped herself tight around Patrick and climaxed, but
that wasn't all, he kept going, and she made it again. Wonderful, most
of the time she doesn't get to cum. His penis is on the small side, and he
doesn't last.

Beth had climaxed twice, double her normal number when she cums, and
went to sleep happy. Patrick however, laid awake afterwards. Still, he wondered,
has his wife of 12 years ever cheated?

Having born two children, her delicious pussy was no longer as tight as it had
been. The fit between them was still fairly good, but not with the amount of friction
they had enjoyed in the beginning. A larger cock, for her, might restore that feeling
of increased pleasure from the friction.

His wife was pretty decent looking, and had great legs. Because his job did not
pay all that well, his wife also worked, 30 hours a week while the kids were at
child care. She made good money and it was a company that sometimes
required Beth to go out of town two or three times a year, maybe more.

Even at 30 Beth was attractive, with her long blonde hair and slim body. There
were times when she had been alone with other men, at work, and on trips.
Has another man been inside her at one time or another? It was depressing to
think about.

Depressing maybe, but no so much that it killed his desires as Patrick masturbated
himself to another orgasm as his wife laid blissfully sleeping beside him.
Remembering the fuck scene he had watched today and fantasizing on it being
his wife groaning and begging for more while under the black man still had him

Patrick slipped out of bed, headed to the bath, and cleaned the dribble of cum
that had landed on his belly. He studied his cock, looking very small when soft
and thought again about his wife getting something strange, something larger,
and black.

Just the other day he had read a story on some site called Slutwives, and there
was a story called A Family Affair (We all get fucked) and it was a really sick story.
First the daddy fucks his virgin daughter, and then the virgin son fucks his
mommy, and then black guys break in and fuck both males doggy style while
they all are at the feet of the mother and daughter and watching while the mother
and daughter also are being fucked by black men.

Who would write such sick stuff? Patrick had jacked off twice just to get it out of
his mind. But that story had put thoughts in his head, and then today, seeing and
hearing that white woman, someone's wife loving being fucked by a black man.

My wife. Big cocks, maybe black cocks. Patrick couldn't get those thoughts out of
his head.

'If only there were some way I could talk to her, bring it up, see if she might even
consider trying someone else, and preferably bigger and maybe...black. But I don't
dare even mention it.'

Flipping off the light, Patrick quietly went back to bed. Beth was sleeping soundly
beside him. He listened to her breathing and subconciously his hand again went
to his cock, so little in his hand. He wriggled it around, and stroked it a little, but
it was dead for the night.

He needed to sleep now. It was Saturday and he needed to prepare his sermon
for the Sunday service.


Patrick's worries might not have been so misplaced. Beth indeed had her own fantasies
and she had recently acted on them. Almost a month ago she had gone out of town and
a younger man, a new employee named William had been assigned to go with her and
learn the ropes. Beth had gone over several papers with William and told him to watch
how she made her presentations over two days.

The first day had gone pretty well and after hitting their individual rooms first they had
shared a dinner. Over dinner, William mentioned that he had checked the TV guide on
screen while in his room and there was a movie they could maybe, watch together
before going to sleep. Beth had innocently invited William to her room.

She had seen the movie previously but figured 'what the heck, why not?'

Having had gone to her husband as a virgin, and had been faithful for ten years of
marriage. Beth was not thinking along the lines of having an affair, especially with a
fellow employee, and a young one at that, so she had not thought much of having
him come to her room.

It all seemed harmless enough and Beth had agreed. But he had managed to seat himself
close to her on the couch. The sofa was soft, causing her to sink into it with her ass when
he plopped down and in effect causing her skirt to ride higher up her legs so that over
half of her thighs were showing.

Since he acted so unaware and casual about it Beth had allowed him to remain, and
interestingly enough, she allowed her legs to remain where they had been at first, with
her knees almost a foot apart at the knees.

That was her mistake, if she had wanted to remain faithful. A pastor's wife especially,
needed to remain faithful. But she had so far, not mentioned her husband's employment
to Billy, as he liked to be called away from work.

It had started so casual. After starting the movie and letting it run for ten minutes, Billy
had gone to the small hotel refrigerator for a drink, brought one back to her, and when
he sat back down it was even closer and he allowed his hand to drop onto the sofa between
he and she, but closer to she. He left it there, palm upward. She had allowed him to sit close,
and her legs had been showing.

Billy didn't dare make the first move, but placing his hand almost against her thigh had his
heart pounding and when she didn't seem to notice or maybe mind, he was thinking on how
to actually touch her thigh and not get rebuffed.

Neither was paying any attention to the movie at that point. Beth finally made the actual
first move, placing her hand over and then into his as he squeezed it. The kiss that came
next was automatic, and unexpectedly, Beth felt her pussy becoming very wet. One
kiss, one kiss and...and I want him!

Her allowing it to get this far, a kiss, had become a committment. Now they are going to fuck.

Being more experienced, slight as it was, Beth took the lead after making Billy swear to keep this a
secret and that this might be the one and only time it happens. Billy, of course, readily agreed.

He was ready to go right now as he fondled one of her breasts, but Beth calmed him and said
"let's get undressed first." He was reluctant at first, to reveal himself with the lights on, and
Beth saw why as soon as his penis came into view.

Small. Smaller than Patrick's it looks like. Of course, he's only partially up. Maybe...no, it's small.
But Patrick surprised her. He entered her, after she had made him do a lot of kissing and touchy
feely first on the bed, and as she expected, he felt light to the touch inside. But she made the
sounds, and the moves, and of course he came first. And stopped moving.

A big load, it felt like. She felt soaked, but it just didn't seem like the thing to do right now, to
jump up and head into the bathroom. With her husband, of course she would have. But with
this young man who seemed so shy, it seemed she needed to remain in bed. In bed beside him.
So she waited to see what happens next.

Beth laid quietly beside him. Billy seemed to be asleep and she studied his penis, looking small.
Circumcised too. Patrick was uncut, and she kind of liked that feature about her husband. She also
saw, in her studies, that Billy had what looked like a small birthmark on his shaft. She bent down
for a closer look, seeing that it sort of looked like the image of a bird with one wing opened.

Almost bendind further down and taking his limp dick into her mouth, she licked her lips and
rose again. 'He didn't get me off, so he doesn't deserve a reward, not yet. Let's see what kind of
man he is, a taker or a giver. What to do now? I fucked this boy, I didn't get to cum, and he's
going to want to do it again before he leaves.'

Beth was about to wake Billy when he opened his eyes, smiled, reached over and cupped her B cup
breast. 'That was round one,' he said with a grin.

'Time to find out if he can be a giver,' she thought. Beth was about to ask him to eat her, if he
knew how, when he said, "Wait here, I want to get something from my room.'

In a minute he was dressed and gone, and a minute later he knocked on her door. Beth answered
the door still naked and Billy walked in and held it up with a grin. A dildo!

It was looking exactly like a real penis, but noticeably larger then Billy's cock and a bit larger
even then her husband's cock. Beth wanted to act indignant, but something inside told her,
'you've gone this far Beth, outside your marriage, so why not experiment with it?

"Is that for me Billy? What makes you think I might want something like that?"

"Beth," his face turned slightly red, "I know that I'm not all that big, and I don't know what size
your husband is, but this might be fun to play with." He held it up to allow her a better look.

It was almost human skin colored, but not quite, with a pink tone to it. The head was larger than
the shaft, but only by a little. The shaft, Beth could see, was thicker in width than her husband,
and noticeably thicker than Billy. The length, a good inch and a half, maybe two, longer than Patrick.

At the bottom end it spread out wide, about three inches or so, which would allow it to be stood
upright without toppling over, or keep it from penetrating too deeply and maybe disappearing

"Let me feel it," Beth said, taking it from Billy. She gave it a squeeze around the shaft. Then decided
to go with the flow, as this seemed...daring, and exciting. "It's big enough to feel different," she
said, looking Billy in the eye with a smile.

"How about your husband? I was afraid he might be larger and you'd be disappointed in me."
Billy hung his head. "You're my first."

"What? I'm the first girl, I mean, woman, you've ever made love to?" Beth, in her innocence, thought
of having sex as making love, even with a stranger.

"Yes, and I've read a lot, and I've...I've watched movies, and I know that I don't know that much and
that I'm not that big..." He let his voice trail off.

"Well, look Billy, you're right. I can tell you're inexperienced, and to be honest I've only been with my
husband, until now, so I don't have all that much experience either, but I had fun, we had fun, you
and I."

"But you didn't cum, did you?"

Beth decided to be honest. "No, but I didn't expect to. I usually don't cum with my husband either,
just once in a while."

They were walking toward the bed. "Want to try this, asked Billy, holding it up again?

"Yes, but we'll need some lubricant. And that thing isn't warm so it probably won't feel as good
as the real thing."

Billy glanced down at her. "I've got K-Y, but my cum is running down your legs. We might not
need the K-Y."

Beth giggled. "I left your cum in me. It felt good, and it's the first strange cum I've ever had in me,
so I thought you might enjoy seeing that dildo squeezing it out."

"OK, but I'll add some just in case. Want me to get a towel and wipe your legs?"

"Yes, just my legs, I want to leave the rest inside." Billy ran to get a towel, come back and
wiped the insides of her thighs as she laid spread wide on the bed. It had not been necessary
for her to spread wide to be wiped, but now she was feeling ornery.

He studied her light blonde hair covered pussy as he took his time wiping. "Wow Beth, I'm
seeing your most intimate part and I can't believe that I've been in there. A few days ago we
had never met, and you're married, and yet I got to make love to you."

"Yes Billy. I guess that makes you special." Billy was studying her vagina from just a couple
of feet away and Beth had the urge to teach him how to give her head, but then, she still
had that cum inside. Maybe the next time.

After adding some K-Y that Billy had stuffed into his pocket, they went to work. "Spread me
with your fingers...that's it, now put it in slow," Beth said while lying on her back and smiling
up at the ceiling. "Ooh, it feels big. Go slow." Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open
as she stared up at the ceiling.

"Ooooh fuck, the end, that head feels so big..."

He hesistated, but kept holding the dildo at the point where the widest part of the head
was spreading her inner lips the most. "Want me to stop?"

"No, just go slow." She giggled. "I want to enjoy the feel of it going in."

Billy worked it in slowly, still holding her opened on the outer lips with one hand and
delighting in seeing her inner lips spread to accept the head and then wrapping themselves
around the shaft as the head penetrated past and went deep. Beth giggled.

"Does that feel good," asked an excited Billy as he watched some of his cum cumming out?

"Yes, keep going." Her voice sounded different, excited maybe, or nervous. "Ooh fuck Billy,
it feels bigger than I'm used to."

"It's already most of the way in." As he was speaking Billy gave it a couple of three inch
strokes back and forth.

"I feel it." She took a deep breath while Billy waited for instructions. "Now go all the way.
Yes, that's it." She closed her eyes and sighed.

Billy had succeeded in penetrating Beth fully with it until the base came up against her vagina.
"I measured it when I bought it. It's a little over seven and a half inches long in front of the base."

"So I've got over seven inches in me. It feels good, but I'm more aware of the thickness, more than
you or my husband."

"Do you like that, the extra thickness?"

"Yes. I've had two babies and I need that more now than when I was first married. Now move
it in and out, slowly."

Billy did, enjoying the view, and Beth moaned softly. "It does fill good. Pump me for a while."
Billy did, going slow at first and as Beth seemed to be enjoying it more he sped up.

"No, keep going slower, the speed you were using before. Like when you were fucking me
before. I liked it like that."

Billy did as told, but after a couple of minutes he decided to try something more and started
shoving it in deeper, hitting her vagina with the base of the shaft and coming into contact
with her clitoris in the process.

She had an idea. "That feels good. Deeper inside I've never felt that before. But having it all
the way in gave me an idea. Let's try something. Keep it inside and climb on me."

"Like...this" Billy said excitedly as he climbed over her and Beth felt his rigid penis lightly touch
her anus.

"Move that away. You can't go there, no one has."

"Where? Oh, you mean where my cock is touching you?"

"Yes, in my rear. I've never let my husband go there, but then, he's never tried."

With nowhere else to go with his cock, Billy reached under and pressing downward,
aimed his rigid cock down to where it was pressing up on the underside of her rear.

"Is that comfortable. Can you keep it there," she asked with a smile?

"Yes. But you can feel how hard I am."

"I can feel it. We'll see what we can do with that in a little bit."

"So now I'm on you, and my dick is out of the way, so what do you want me to do?"

"Lie heavier on me and push against the dildo."

"Like this,"Billy asked as he laid his lower abdomen onto where the dildo was still showing
and pushed?

"Yes. You're shoving it deeper into me, now move up and down."

Billy did, and Beth groaned. "Oh yes, I can feel all that going deeper." She hesitated. "Keep going.
Yes, keep going, you're making it rub my clitoris, and I think I might...cum...Oooooh fuckkkk!"

"Are you alright," Billy asked as he looked down at a shaking Beth, who was holding her arms
tightly around him and trembling?

"Yes. I can't believe it Billy. It went way deep and you started hitting it against my clitoris and I
came, right away. I've never done that before, came like that or so fast."

Their eyes were looking into each others and Beth said, "Kiss me." They did, a long and romantic
kiss while Billy kept pressing his weight onto the dildo and ramming it deeper into her. But in the
process his penis came loose from where it had been jammed below and again came into contact
with her anus and Beth gasped.

"Wait a minute. I have an idea. Put some of that K-Y onto your penis."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it."

Billy rose off her and reaching for the small jar of K-Y, opened it and rubbed some onto the
head of his penis while Beth watched. "Now what," Billy asked, his voice sounding excited?

"I think you already know. You're about to go where no man had gone before."

He didn't need to be told. Billy had almost been there, once. He mounted Beth, went forward,
and as his body flattened the dildo against her vagina and clit, his penis again came into contact
with her anus.

She giggled. "Your aim is perfect. Now go slow, please."

It worked almost perfectly. Billy was just the right width to fit her virgin hole, and his length
was long enough to allow him to penetrate more than head deep. That was all she needed as Beth
encouraged Billy with her arms and legs. "Fuck me. Harder. That's it, keep lying heavy against me
as you move and stroke me with your nice cock."

It worked, better than Beth had hoped. She had found the solution. Having decided to cheat
just once and being disappointed, she had made suggestions and corrections and was now
getting what to her was the perfect fuck.

"Why me?"


"Why do I get to go 'where no man has gone before?' You said your husband has never tried."

"That's right. He's never asked. I've thought of it but he's so square I figured it might shock him
if I said I wanted to try something like this, so you get me first and that makes you kind of
special Billy." She hugged him tighter.

"How much of you is in me?"

"I...I guess about half."

"Can you get it any deeper? I know that base of the dildo is between you and me."

"If I change my angle just a little... there! I think most of it's in now. How's that?"

"Wonderful Billy. I want as much of you as I can get while you're getting this."

She pulled his head down and said, "When you kiss me, use more of your tongue.
Let our kisses be a little wet. I think I'd like that."

They kissed, he stroked, and she hugged and moaned. In another minute Billy was not only
kissing her using tongues, but he was also almost slobbering on her around her lips, and
even her cheeks. She liked it.

She was very tight back there, and he tried but was unable to hold back. But he lasted just long
enough to make it the perfect fuck. As she felt him cumming into her ass, her orgasm rolled
over her body, at her anus, at her clitoris, and into her throat as she moaned, groaned and
hungrily wet kissed her newfound lover.

They both went limp, and already Beth could tell he had gone down because his cock
slipped out of her ass. She felt wet there too.

"Oh Billy, you little fucker, I hope the next time the company sends me out of town that you
get to come along!"

She giggled and felt around below with one hand. "I think this time the towel will not be enough.
I need to take a shower and you need to get back to your own room."

They kissed goodbye. "I'll see you at 8 in the morning Billy. We can have a quick bite and then
we have presentations to do from nine to around eleven. That gives us time to check out before
noon and then we head home."

"OK, Beth." And they kissed one last time.

With her phone alarm set to 7 Beth laid in bed and went over in her head what had
just happened. 'That was nice, but Billy will only be available if and when the company
decides to send him along with me on a business trip. He's new, and they might assign
him somewhere else.

If only I could interest my husband in...maybe allowing me to buy a dildo. I'd have to give
him assurances that he satisfies me just fine, but that I'd like a little adventure in my life.
If he'd go for it, I could pick one out that's 'just a little bigger to be different.' Maybe he
wouldn't be jealous. But then, he's so square and conservative, he'd never go for it.'

Her fingers went to her vagina and for a little while they played. But she had been
satisfied for awhile and dozed off.
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