“Huh, what’s that sound?” I murmured to myself as I lay on my couch that served as a pull-out bed.
“Shhhhh!” came from across the studio apartment. Then I remembered that a couple of friends had told me that they might stop by. I had left the bar at a decent time, expecting their visit to be a few minutes later; not after they closed down the bar. The lights were off and I could not see who had dropped by, but I did recognize my friend Paul’s voice. But there were others. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head as they turned on the bathroom light, creating a soft glow in the kitchen/livingroom/bedroom of the studio. I could hear them talking quietly as I drifted off to sleep.
The pre-dawn light was just beginning to illuminate the room when I felt the presence of someone leaning over the bed. I squinted my eyes and saw a beautiful naked woman in the dim light trying to see if anyone was in the bed. Her large breasts hung down over my face and I could see that she was conflicted. My visitors had left, leaving this woman by herself in a strange apartment, not knowing me and unable to see where her clothes were.
I grabbed her wrist. Though startled, she did not pull back and as I pulled her down, she slid between me and the back of the couch bed. Both on our sides, we faced each other. As we laid next to each other, it was just a few seconds before we began to explore each other’s bodies.
When my friends had come in that night, I knew they were plastered and this beautiful lady was as well, so her morning beer breath was horrendous. But I did not want her to get up. My hand slid down her back pulling her into me and then on to her wide hips and up to cup her large breast with its prominent nipple and large dark areola. She kissed me and her morning beer breath almost knocked me out, but her tits and her body snuggled into mine overcame any resistance I might have had. Our tongues were locked in a sensuous battle while I mauled her beautiful breasts.
My hand slowly dropped across her belly and onto her leg, which I pulled up over my leg. I then slid my hand into her crotch. I noticed that her public hair was matted with dried cum as I massaged her pubis. My fingers danced across her labia, opening them up and my middle finger entered her pussy. Not surprisingly, it was very moist from the lubrication of my ministrations and her lover’s cum. I strummed her clit with my thumb while my fingers were sliding in and out of her cunt.
As I felt her up and finger fucked her, she was kissing with intensity, moaning and pushing her tongue as deep into my mouth as she could. I ended the kiss and moved my body down to worship her beautiful and generous tits, sucking on one-half-inch nipples which caused her to moan and arch her back. Her hand reached down and began to slide up and down my cock, bringing it to full mast with just a few strokes. I rolled over as I pulled her away from the back of the couch bed. She spread her legs and I easily entered her, her pussy highly lubricated with her evening lover’s cum and my finger fucking.
I would like to say that I made love to her and was totally aware of her needs and desire to cum. But that was not the case. We rutted. I fucked her hard and fast. She was moaning, wailing, and pulling me into her. I came suddenly with a groan and filled her womb with my seed. Collapsing on top of her, she wrapped her arms around me, her hips still bucking against my groin. After a few minutes of cuddling, she asked if she could take a shower and that she needed to find her husband. Whoa, what was that?
She got cleaned up and left. No name, no “I will see you later”, no “can we get together again”… she just left. I had a bunch of errands to run so I started my morning and left the apartment. I ran into Paul later that day asked how they got to my apartment that night. He said that he did not know her, but she was playing pool with him and his buddy when the bar closed, and she asked if there was a place to go to continue the party. Paul and his friend brought her up to my place where they both fucked her and then left, leaving her nude and drunk on my floor. No mention of a man with her. Pretty unethical, but it seemed to be what she wanted.
I didn’t think about that unusual incident until a week or so later. I decided to go to the bar. The Cat was a dive bar that catered mostly to college students and outa luck blue-collar workers. A fun place, and since it was less than a block from my walkup apartment it certainly suited my lifestyle. I had taken a bong hit and when I got to the Cat, I ordered my usual – three shots of tequila. This was my favorite high, enough tequila to get going but tempered by the pot and it lasted for about three hours. Mellow.
Facing the bar, I gulped two of the shots, but lingered and sipped the last shot. I turned and faced the bar crowd. As I sipped the tequila, I saw my mystery woman sitting at a table for two with a man. I assumed he was her husband. She saw me also; but did not act as if she recognized me. Given her condition that eventful morning, I would be surprised if she could recognize me.
I watched her and her husband off and on for a while. They seemed like an average couple out on the town. When he got up to go to the bathroom, she sauntered over to me. I finally got to see her in her wholeness. She was about 5’8”, a bit heavy, with magnificent tits that could not be hidden by the large sweatshirt she was wearing. Her tits moved like they were not bound by a bra. She had tight jeans and tennis shoes. Her black hair was curled and hung long on her shoulders and back. No makeup was apparent. Her smile was radiant as she slid into me reminding me of how our bodies had intertwined a few days earlier. Even her dark eyes smiled at me.
By then her husband had returned to their table. She looked over towards him and then leaned into me and whispered, “Let’s go up to your place.”
“What about your husband?”
“Oh, he will be okay, and it is not like we are going to be here all night?’
My response was to say, “Okay, give me some time to finish my drink and talk to a couple of people and then we can go up,” hoping that her husband would intervene. I swallowed my drink and spoke to some other friends and returned to the bar. She grabbed her jacket and walked right up to me. I was watching her husband, expecting some sort of showdown, but none came and as we walked out of the bar she wrapped her arm around my waist, her free breasts ricocheting off of my arm as we walked down the street.
“Holy Shit” was my only thought as we left the bar. We walked the block to the apartment in silence, my mind tumbling in many directions as we walked up the stairs. I had been in his situation before, watching my wife, Ann, walk off with another man, and knowing that she would be fucking him within a few minutes.
As I thought of her husband abandoned in the bar, I felt a bit guilty. But I also knew what his head was going through, I felt he knew what he was getting into. I did when it was my time. The pain, jealousy, fear, and most of all, the excitement had been apparent on his face when we left the bar as it had been in mine when Ann walked out with her lover.
My cock was hard before we reached the top of the stairs. I opened the door and my mystery woman walked in. I closed the door and walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her midsection. I started to nibble and bite her neck and ear and she responded by turning her head for a long, searing kiss. I moved my hands up to her breasts and began to massage her mammaries, twisting and pulling her nipples. I slid my hands back down to her waist and brought them back up under her loose sweatshirt. Her nipples were hard and long as I pulled and twisted them while palpitating her tits.
I raised the hem of her sweatshirt up and as she raised her arms, removed it and threw it on the table. I returned to kissing her and pawing her tits. My hands slid down to the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoned the top button and pushed the zipper down. I was rewarded with a strong scent of pheromones and lubrication. Her pussy was sopping wet. “How did she get this wet so soon?” I thought.
I kissed down her back and began to pull her jeans and panties down exposing an ass every bit as wonderful as her breasts. I continued kissing her ass cheeks as I struggles to get the jeans over her calves and feet. Luckily, she was wearing tennies. Once she stepped out of the puddle of jeans and panties, I went back to kissing her neck and earlobe. My left hand was working her breasts and my right hand explored that wonderful ass, pinching, groping and rubbing. She was moaning and pushing back against my hand on her butt.
My right hand slipped down, past her rosebud, and into her very wet pussy and I rubbed her labia furiously, spreading her juices all over her crotch. My fingers searched out the hole they had explored only a few days earlier, diving and digging deep into her cunt. By now she was moaning and demanding that I fuck her. By then I had stepped out of my pants and had my cock out, precum dripping and my shaft bouncing in the air ready for penetration.
Like our previous adventure, lust took over, and rather than an evening of slow lovemaking, we rutted again. I bent her over the table and my cock slid into her pussy in one long fast stroke. Suddenly I became a wild man, pumping her at a rate and with power I was not expecting nor could control.
“Yesss, fuck me, fuck me hard, … harder,” she screamed. Our rutting went on and on, it seemed like neither of us could slow down.
“Give it to me, give that cock, deeper, deeper,” she wailed. There was a Spirit of Lust that had taken over both our psyches and was totally controlling us. Fuck juices were flying everywhere, dripping down my legs, dripping down her legs, puddling on the floor, splashing on her clothes.
Her tits were crushed against the table as my weight and her pushback trapped those lovely globes and engorged nipples. My hands gave up trying to grab a nipple and my right hand slid down to the front of her crotch and started rubbing her clit. This brought our lust to a crescendo.
“Oh my Godddd,” she screamed and fell on the table seemingly lifeless.
That pushed me over and I began to unload a week’s worth of cum up into her depths. When I was done, my cock fell out of her pussy, followed by a flood of cum and juices. I was totally wiped out. Staggering to the couch bed, I sat down, a puddle of fucked out manhood. She just remained bent over the table with her juices and my cum dripping down her legs.
After about five minutes, she stood up, looked around, a shot me that magnificent smile. She stretched, grabbed her clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later, dressed and not looking worse for the wear. I was still a worn-out puddle.
As she walked out the door, she turned, flashing that smile and with twinkling eyes said, “Gotta go. Hubby has an early morning tomorrow.”
Wow, was that weird. Satisfying but weird. But crazy as it was, I still did not get her name.
Two weeks later I was back at the Cat, my mellow high working quite well when my mystery woman and her cuckold husband came walking in. As they passed by me at the bar, she reached out grabbing my hand, “Come join us.”
I thought, “Oh shit, where is this going to go? Well, might as well face the music.” I picked up the shot I was nursing and walked over and sat down at their small intimate table. No introductions, just some idle chit chat. Found out they came to the Cat from out of town. Well, that explains a bit of this. I bought them a round of drinks. About halfway through their drink, she looks up at me and says, “Let’s go”.
“Uhh, let’s go where?”
“To your place silly,” she said as she was getting up. Hubby looked at her and then me. I looked at him and shrugged.
She grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar, taking double steps, dragging me along as I tried to keep up. Up the stairs we went, she threw the door open and pulled the couch bed out to its full size. By the time I got to the couch, she had removed her clothes. She tugged my shirt out and began to unbuckle my belt and pulled down my pants. Once my clothes were off, she laid back on the bed and pulled me into her arms with her long legs outside of mine so that I was firmly ensconced in her crotch.
She pulled my face down to hers and we kissed: hard, intense and wet kisses as our hands explored each other’s body. I could feel my cock growing and beginning to enter her wet swampy pussy, but I wasn’t ready for penetration yet. I lifted myself up and away from her delicious mouth and pulsating pussy. I slid down to her breasts.
Kissing her tits and pulling her nipples into my mouth brought moans and whimpers from her. I pulled and twisted each nipple while kneading her magnificent breasts. My mouth engulfed her areole as I palpitated her tits the best I could while holding myself above her. She was thrashing her head from side to side, moaning and bucking her hips as I worried her breasts.
I knee walked myself down her body so that my mouth was at her crotch. I had wanted this since she was first leaning over my bed. But that first time I was not going to go down on a cunt full of dried cum and the second time the Spirit of Lust had taken any subtlety out of our coupling.
But now I was looking down into her meaty pussy, taking in her thick outer lips and appreciating her thinner inner lips which were opening up like a flower to receive my seed. I licked her from her perineum to her clit, raising her off the bed as she arched her back and gasped for air. My tongue slid between her outer labia, prying her inner lips open and spreading them so they could grasp my cock when the time came. Her gasps turned to mewing when my tongue circled her clit, bringing it out of its hood and standing proud. I attacked her clit with soft caresses and sucking which brought moans while her hips began to hump against my face and her legs became vice grips on my head.
“Fuck me, fuck me now!” she cried as she began to pull my body up so my cock could penetrate her. I again licked, bit and squeezed her tits and pulled her nipples. She became wilder in her desire and more demanding that I enter here. When I had moved high enough to slide into her, I kissed her and slowly, in a teasing manner, pushed my cock slowly into her pussy. I could feel her folds slowly open as my cock began its journey deep into her womb. But that was not what she wanted. Pulling away from my lips, she grabbed my but cheeks, pulled me in hard and deep.
“Fuck me now, fuck me hard, I need it so bad!” spewed from her mouth as she used all of her strength to pull me into her. I could feel the tip of my cock tickling her cervix as I pushed my pubic bone hard against her clit, ramping up her moans and cries.
“Give it to me, fuck me hard,” she shrieked. I was glad it was early and most people in the apartment house were either out or watching TV so her cries would not bring them running. I pulled out of her pussy and slammed back in as hard as I could. We had begun rutting again and this time it went for what seemed like hours. After a while my cock was starting to get sore, but she was insatiable, crying for me to keep filling her up.
Finally, her legs locked behind my back and her fingers raked my back as she let out a long wail. Her hips seemed to be trying to push me off her, but her legs were pushing me in deeper. As she wailed and humped, she began to vocalize, not grunts and moans and wails, but “I am cumming, cumming so hard! Oh, please fill me with your cum! Yesssssss!”
I don’t l know how I lasted as long as I did. But her words and the raking of my back brought me to my tipping point. I began to push harder into her as my cum roared out of my cock and deep into her cervix.
Totally winded, I fell against her and we began to kiss those hard intense kisses that had started our rutting. I rolled off of her and we laid together in a sexual afterglow that bonded us even more than our copulation. After a bit, we began to disentangle ourselves. She cleaned her crotch with a handful of tissues as I staggered up to get dressed. We walked back to the Cat hand in hand.
We walked into the Cat, still hand in hand, with the afterglow of good sex as our aura. As we passed the bar, I stopped and ordered a beer for her and her husband. I picked up the beer and walked up to their table. By then she was sitting next to her husband watching me approach. His eyes were more on her than on me.
She was looking at me with the look that only a woman who had been taken to the depths of bliss can give. This was not missed by her husband. With sad eyes he watched her unspoken adoration, a left-over from our post-coital bonding. He looked at me warily. His eyes showed anger and fear. Anger since I had humiliated him by fucking his wife right under his nose and everybody in the Cat knew it. Fear because he did not know if I was the kind of guy who would claim his beautiful wife and take her from him.
What he did not know was that I understood what he was feeling and thinking, I had been there with Ann. The other thing that he did not yet know was that this is age-old tragic theater, the lines for this scene were written by him, her, and me, and the Spirit of Lust.
I never saw them again.
