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If Only He Knew (Men Can Be so Thick)

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Solo-Touch-Bot Posted on: 23 Dec 2018 1 comments
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Category: Female-Male (FM)
Submitted by: Karen Age: 24 then Gender: Female

I used to work in a hotel. It was part of a large chain and there was a musician there who I fancied like crazy. I was married at the time, but my husband's idea of sex was to roll on top of me, push his miserably small cock in me and give a couple of thrusts when he would usually come.

I wouldn't have minded that he was small, or that he took seconds to cum, it was that he really couldnt be bothered to even try to give me a good time. He was sent to one of the other hotels and I was alone for about two months.

That's when I had the idea. I had formed a freindship with, lets call him "Steve". We had shared coffee and sometimes lunch. He was very intelligent and good company. I started to tell him about how my husband thought he was an amazing lover and that I knew he played around.

Steve thought for a moment and then said "Karen, I can't imagine any man in his right mind walking away from a chance to get his hands in your knickers. I would imagine that a kiss and a cuddle with you would be something really special."

I almost melted! That night, at home I decided that I would see if I could get him to make a pass at me. I invited him to dinner the following evening. I had the lights down low, and had cooked a really good meal with a nice bottle of wine. We ate, and I steered the conversation back to sex.

"All my husband does is want to cum. Once thats happened he isn't interested any more."

Steve said, "Tell me, Karen, if you could write your own cheque with regard to sex what would you like?"

I was trembling inside as I began to talk about being romanced into bed and made to cum many times when he stopped me.

"No, I want to know what you REALLY want sexually. Things that you used to like but he wont give you, things that you have ached to do but havent."

This time I thought and said that I would like several things. My first was to be fucked in the ass. I also wanted to experiment with role play. In particular, I have a fantasy about dressing up as a 6th form student and being raped. I also think about peeing sometimes. Now, here, I had better say, I was wearing a white evening dress, but was stark naked underneath. I was becoming very aroused, and I could feel that I was very wet.

Steve suddenly changed the subject. He wanted to dance, so I put on a slow record and melted into his arms. He stroked my hair and kissed me gently as we moved. "Karen, I would love to see you masturbate."

I stepped back from him until I reached the couch. Then I sat on in and raised my dress. In seconds, I had my hands between my legs and had brought myself off twice. Steve looked at me and helped me to my feet. Then he carried me to the bedroom and took over an hour to remove my dress with tiny little kisses everywhere his hands touched me. I swear, every inch of me got kissed. When, finally his lips reached my pussy I came again. Then he lay me on my tummy and I felt him pressing against my ass. All the time he kissed and nibbled my neck. He took ages to enter me and in the end I had to press back against him.

The following week, my husband came home. His beaten up old Ford had finally developed brake failure and, of all people, he had asked Steve to help him fix it. They wre in the garage and Steve was working on a sliding board under the back of the car while my husband was trapped at the front in our very small garage. (He had to climb over the car to get to the front of it.)

I brought some tea in and Steve's head popped out from under the car right between my legs! He winked at me and mouthed "squat down." As it was mid summer and I was in a short skirt I did. My panty covered pussy found his lips and he was tounguing me. I carried on what I hoped sounded like a carefree conversataion while, with one hand steadying me on the car I pulled the material to one side with the other.

Steve scooted forward a bit so I could see his face. In total silence he mouthed "Put your panties back, and pee in them for me." Then he went back to licking me. I waited until I was about to cum and then let myself pee. It was so fucking horny, getting licked out only a couple of feet from my husband AND living out a fantasy of peeing my panties at the same time. Steve sucked me dry. I could barely walk when I tried to stand up.

Well, my husband took the car out for a test drive and in no time Steve was all over me, oil, grubby overalls and everything. He tore my shirt off me and ripped my panties off. I knew by his ferocity that he wanted to give me my other fantasy so I started to run away saying "No.. ohh ohhh no.. please.. dont rape me."

I let him catch me and he tore the rest of my clothes from me. "Now, bitch, I'm gonna take your cherry."

The moment he forced himself in me, I pretended my hymen had torn and let out a little schoolgirl-type yelp. We had both cum in seconds just as we heard my husband's car in the drive. I rushed upstairs and into the shower. There, I looked at myself. I was covered in oily handprints and had spunk running down my legs.

I stood and masturbated in the shower.

If only my husband knew....or cared.

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