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Subject: {ASSM} The Affairs, Part 1 (MF,Cons,Oral)
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 11:10:10 -0500
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The Affairs (Part 1)


Sarah woke up alone in her bed again. Her 37-year-old body was naked
under the bed sheets and it stretched as she got rid of the usual
morning kinks that come from sleeping not too sound. She turned on her
side and looked at the empty space where her husband Michael was
supposed to be and cursed silently, she wanted him to be there. She
wanted him to be there so she can fuck his beautiful thick cock and
scream from the multiple orgasms he never failed to give her.
She got up, grabbed her green silk robe and put it on as she walked
towards the kitchen where she helped herself to a cup of coffee and
walked out to the porch. It was a typical Miami summer morning, hot but
still bearable from the lack of the humidity at this early hour. She sat
on a patio chair and looked at the sun raising over the very still lake,
which was part of her backyard. Her mind wandered at the memories of the
many times she and Michael made love in and out of it, late at night,
with the added excitement if any of the neighbors was watching them. She
felt a familiar stirring in her groin that painfully reminded her that
he has been gone for over a month in another overseas business trip.
God, she missed him. She missed his hands that could be soft one moment
and rough the next. He missed the weight of his body on top of her and
her legs wrapped around his waist and she missed his mouth kissing her,
sucking her nipples and licking her clit. "I am a horny little bitch,"
Sarah thought as her pussy felt the familiar waves of wetness that come
from arousal.
She got up and walked inside. The newly bought house felt like a
cathedral in its immensity and loneness. She walked into the library and
sat in front of the computer. Logging in the Internet, she checked for
any e-mail from Michael and to her delight, she found one waiting. His
e-mail told her of his day in Bangkok, where he was hired to help setup
computer aided cranes for a major car manufacturer.
He told her how he missed her and how he wanted her so badly. At the end
there was this sentence: "Undernet, 7:00 am your time. Be there."
With a flick of her wrist, she made the mouse locate the Icon for the
ICR client and double click it into life. She selected the Random
Undernet server and logged into it. As the IRC client went through the
usual MOTD crap, she glanced at the clock on the far wall and saw that
it was 7:16 am and prayed he was still online. The notify window popped
up and there he was under his nickname: MichaelTR. A query window
appeared almost immediately.

<MichaelTR> Hello there sexy! I was afraid I was not gonna talk to you.

Sarah felt her whole body jump as those words appeared on her screen.
She attacked the keyboard...

<SarahTR> Hello yourself stranger. Do you know how much you are being
missed by all of us?

<MichaelTR> All of you?

<SarahTR> Me, my pussy, my breasts, my clit...

<MichaelTR> LOL!!! Oh My! Aren't we horny this morning?

<SarahTR> Yes I am! What do you expect? It has been a month Michael.

<MichaelTR> I know sweetie, How do you think does it feel to walk with a
perpetual hard on and trying to install a 150000 ton crane at the same
time?

<SarahTR>  Oh Poor Baby! <snicker>

<MichaelTR> Hahahaha! You get mean when you are unfucked my dear.

<MichaelTR> Damn right I do! I need you!

<MichaelTR> And so do I, specially after what happened last nite.

<SarahTR> And what was that?

<MichaelTR> My gracious hosts took me out to dinner and sightseeing.
Class A dinner and then some interesting shows. 

<SarahTR> Ohhhhh! I know what kind of "shows"... you bastard! LOL! Did
you behave?

<MichaelTR> Like a saint my dearest, Who knows the AIDS rate in this
country anyway? I wanna fuck but I don't wanna die either. 

<SarahTR> So, if it wasn't for the fear of catching it, you would have
gotten laid, is that it?

<MichaelTR> LOL!! You know me better than that! I did seek relief with
my hand when I got back to the hotel.

Sarah's mind flashed to the memory of one her husband's favorite
"tortures" for her. He would tie her in bed, straddle her and he would
stroke his cock inches away from her face without letting her touch it
and then cum all over her face. The he would rub it all over and let her
lick his fingers till she cleaned them out.  Usually afterwards, he
would shove his dick in her mouth so she could get it all hard again and
proceed to fuck her. This memory triggered a flood in Sarah's pussy and
she felt it running between her thighs. She needed a cock so bad.....

Her eyes focused again on the monitor and saw....

<MichaelTR> So, what have you been up to?

<MichaelTR> Hello?

<MichaelTR> Baby, you there?

<MichaelTR> SarahTR Ping

<SarahTR> Sorry, I got lost in a fantasy. Damn it Michael, I am so horny
I can barely stand it.

<MichaelTR> Well Baby, do something about it.

<SarahTR> Not that again!

<MichaelTR> yes, that again. You know I won't mind. Hell, You know damn
well it drives me nuts!

Michael was talking about cheating again. Fucking other people. They
have done different role-playing but the one he liked the most was he
pretending to be somebody else they knew. And he was great at it; He
would change his voice and even talk the way the particular guy she was
fantasizing about talked. He even changed the way he fucked her so it
felt different. He was specially good with the guys he knew and were
single since, as he commented "They usually don't hold back and tell you
everything with details including what they like."  She got to know
about them more that she should and it made her blush when she saw them
again, knowing that she knew their particular kinks and wondering what
reality would be like instead of a fantasy.

<SarahTR> Michael, I don't wanna talk about it now. 

<MichaelTR> Ok, we won't. But I know you are hot for the idea too. And I
bet you have masturbated thinking about it.

<SarahTR> Sometimes you can be a real sonofabitch.

<MichaelTR> LOL!!! Yes, but you love it. Baby, I have to go. I have a
damned business dinner with the chairman of the company and some high
country officials about a possible new contract and I am a bit late
already.

<SarahTR> <SIGH> Ok, You owe me big. I wanted you to cyber me and now
you are running off with the boys.

<MichaelTR> Not by choice, you know I rather stay here and make you play
with your pussy, but if I cinch this deal, the bonus will be big enough
I will be able to take 6 months off. Then I will be able to fuck you
silly...hehehehe.

<SarahTR> Then get the deal!!! And I promise you; you will need a new
cock when I am done with you!

<MichaelTR> I love you!!!!

<SarahTR> I love you more!!!!

<MichaelTR> Bye baby.

<SarahTR> Bye!

MichaelTT has logged off.

She sighed and closed the IRC Client. She was about to close the e-mail
client when the computer chimed "Mail's In!" in Morticia Adams' voice.
She maximized it and saw it was a message from Michael. She clicked on
it and read.

"What about Jerry? He is young, athletic and I bet he is very horny
being away from home.
Give it a shot and fuck him.
Love

M."

She closed the e-mail without replying it and closed the connection. "He
is crazy" she thought, "Jerry is just a kid. What is he? 25 tops? She
got up and went back to her bedroom, took off her robe and stepped into
the shower.  She kept thinking about the young computer tech sent by IBM
to work on the network for the company she worked as Executive Assistant
as she felt the hot water strike her body.  She did not consider herself
a striking woman at 5 feet tall and B cup breasts, but Michael never
seem to have enough of her. She moved her hands up and down her body and
they slide by what she considered a bit too overgrown hips. Not a gram
of fat anywhere but just the faith of genes she thought  and smiled
wickedly when she remembered how well her husband love to hold her hips
and spank her ass when they were doing it doggie style. As she  worked
the washcloth her thoughts flashed again to Jerry.  He was blonde, about
6' 2", beautiful deep blue eyes with a lost puppy look and a gorgeous
tanned body she happened to see once when he was setting up the wiring
inside the ceiling of her office and took of his shirt. She was walking
into her office one Saturday to pick up some files she had forgotten and
saw him coming down a ladder, his pecs glistening with sweat and every
muscle in his belly defined. He saw her and apologized profusely and, to
her dismay, put his shirt back on. She said it was ok, grabbed the files
and left but the thought of that beautiful kid was already burned in her
memory.  Michael met him a week later during a company party and she
introduced them. They talked about computers and sports and Michael
insisted he sat with them at the table to keep talking some more about
new systems he could use in his line of work. Later that night, when
they were in bed naked, Michael asked her if she liked Jerry while he
had his fingers rubbing her clit. Her body answered for her when he felt
a rush of juices all over his hand. He smiled and whispered to her ear
"You wanna fuck Jerry, don't you?" as his fingers increased the pace,
rubbing her clit and darting in and out of her pussy. "Yessss!" she
heard herself moaning. Michael started to mimic Jerry's Southern
California accent and went on. "Ohh Mrs. Turner, I wanted you so bad for
a while now. You have no idea how many nights I have jacked off thinking
about fucking you."  Sarah, eyes closed, moaned and barely mumbled her
desire to be fucked. Michael had leaned over her ear and whispered to
her "Louder honey, I don't think he heard you." Sarah moaned louder and
almost yelled for Jerry and begged "Fuck my cunt Jerry!!!! Fuck me!!!!!"
Michael, once again pretending to be Jerry asked innocently "How would
you rather be fucked Mrs. Turner?" Sarah didn't answer, she freed
herself from the now 3 fingers pumping her and rolled Michael over on
his back, his cock, almost purple, was hard and inviting. She stood with
a foot on each side of his hips and squatted till her pussy touched his
cock. As she tried to take it in, it slided off and her hand shot out
and grabbed it. It felt like a hot living and dangerous animal and she
wanted it desperately to have it inside of her.  She grabbed the cock
harder still and, almost without care, she guided it inside her pussy
and let herself be impaled in it.
Waves of pleasure assaulted her as she felt her flesh stretch to
accommodate Michael's cock. She never failed to feel invaded, almost
raped my his massive cock, so thick she needed her two hands to surround
it and his seven inches in length were more than enough for her petite
frame.  She heard herself scream with satisfaction as her head tilted
backwards and her eyes closed. She didn't move for a couple of seconds
as she savored the welcomed intruder between her legs and the image of a
bare-chested Jerry came back to her mind.  Then, slowly, she started to
move her hips back and forth, feeling the tip of the cock touching the
entrance of her uterus. Her eyes still closed, she saw herself ridding
Jerry on the floor of her office, his face in pleasant shock and moaning
softly to her deft movements. She felt a couple of hands clumsily
playing with her breasts, squeezing them softly but with a feel of
little experience and saw Jerry in her mind doing it to her. She grabbed
the hands with hers and guided them on exactly what she wanted, long
hard even squeezes topped by quick pinches to their nipples. The hands
responded as she instructed and, in her head, she could see Jerry's
callous hands playing with her breasts the right way. She leaned over,
eyes still closed, and let her hands rest on Michael's chest and dug her
nails into his flesh as she felt she was starting to grow an orgasm. She
moved faster now, tightening her pussy every up stroke and loosening it
as she landed back on the fullness of the cock. Michael was still doing
his Jerry impersonation, cajoling her, calling her name (Mrs. Turner no
less, she found it very erotic to be called by her formal name as she
was being fucked) and grunting his own pleasure. She felt her thighs and
lower belly starting to tense up and knew herself close to orgasming and
let herself go with the inevitable wall that she knew it was coming.
When it hit her, she froze for one second. A guttural scream left her
throat and then, she was hit with convulsion-like shakes. Her legs
tightened on the sides of his body and she slammed herself deeper into
his cock as she hollered at top of her lungs "YESSSSS!!!! FUCK ME JERRY
I AM COMING!!!!!" Immediately she felt his hips shooting upwards making
the cock penetrate deeper than she thought possible and she felt a warm
liquid run out of her pussy and drip down the inside of her thighs. Her
pussy finally stopped her involuntary contractions and she collapsed on
top of Michael's chest almost fainting of pleasure and exertion.

She was halfway out no more than 20 seconds and then she regained grasp
on reality. First thing she felt was Michael's cock still wedged inside
her and still very hard.  She propped herself up with her arms and
looked at him, smirking with the satisfaction that comes from knowing he
had done a good job. "Bastard!" She said half jokingly; "You are still
hard". "Well my dear, some of us know how to please our mate." Said
Michael with a serious face she knew was all bull, as he tweaked one of
her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.  Sarah almost painfully
dug her nails in his chest and said "Now let me show you what I can do
and you decide if I know how to please my mate."

She sat erect and, collecting the last strength she had in her legs,
started to grind her soaked pussy on Michael's cock. She knew her
husband well enough to know that he wouldn't last long and she reached
behind her and felt for his testicles; she was right, the sack was
already tight and she increased the gyrations on her hips.  As tired as
she was, she couldn't help herself but feel that she was growing into
another orgasm. "Oh God, Oh God....yesssss..." she felt herself mumbling
and she begged her body so they could come together. She felt Michael
starting to tense up and knew she will miss this ride but, all of the
sudden, she felt Michael's thumb starting to rub her clit furiously. 
Then, it was his turn to scream in pleasure as she felt load after load
of cum filling her. That and his thumb were enough to send her into a
second orgasm, less strong than the first one, but equally satisfying. 
Michael kept coming and coming to the point of sitting up and embracing
her. Then, taking her with him, they both collapsed in bed.  She heard
his labored breathing and felt his cock, slowly softening and leaving
her pussy and his cum dripping out of her. She closed her eyes and
rested.

When Sarah opened her eyes again, she found herself in the now very
steamy shower. She was sitting on the floor with 2 fingers inside her
pussy. Shakingly she got up and shut the water off. Opening the shower
door, she stepped out and started to dry herself. She looked at the
image on the mirror and smiled. It had been a nice shower.

End of part one.

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