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Subject: {ASSM} Saved (MF, cheat, true)
Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 08:10:03 -0500
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I originally posted this on www.thefirsttime.com

Feel free to rate it there - it's my first.



Saved (MF, cheat, true)


My wife and I were having problems - she was becoming her mother,
who is most definitely the ruler of her household. The hard part
for her was that I was not reacting like her father, who would
back down the minute his wife raised her voice. People feared my
mother-in-law, she had the reputation about town as a
no-nonsense, don't-mess-with-me-or-you'll-be-sorry, bitch.
Neither of them knew what to do with me, because I had no fear of
either of them, and did not follow their rules of how men should
be meek. My wife was getting harder and harder to be around - she
was becoming an accomplished nag, and would constantly try to
embarass me in front of mutual friends.

At the time I worked for a company that had regular business
meetings in various locations. They were often three days in
length, and consisted of a small team of approximately 10-12
people. It was the middle of summer and my manager set up the
meeting on a resort island. The first day was pretty normal, and
that evening it was decided that the team would go to a local bar
that had live bands in the evening. When we arrived, one of the
women on the team and I started talking. We had a connection,
having lots of things in common. She was drinking, I was not, and
as the evening wore on she decided she needed to get some air. I
went with her, with no ulterior motives, truly going only to make
sure nothing happened to her. She had had quite a bit to drink.

We walked to a nearby beach, and as she turned to say something
to me we almost walked into each other. Somehow, someway, we
suddenly kissed lightly. We sat down on a log and lightly turned
to long and sincere. I'm not sure what it was for her, but for me
it was a closeness that I had not had with anybody for months. I
did not realize how lonely I truly was. I was feeling guilty, as
she had been drinking and I was married, so I stopped before we
went any farther than kissing. She seemed quite willing to go
further, but I had no desire to take advantage of her.

The next day was hard on a lot of people. Most had hangovers, and
it was a long day. As we were coming back from lunch, she stopped
me and asked me what happened the night before. I told her I
wasn't sure why it happened, but that I was not sorry. That
evening we went for another walk along the beach, and talked
about the reasons for what happened. She told me that she was
getting married soon, and did not know what possessed her. She
then told me that she only wished she had been sober enough to
truly enjoy it. I told her "you're sober now", and we each leaned
in to kiss. We didn't like the public aspect of where we were,
and ended up in some sand dunes. We kissed, then talked, then
kissed some more. She eventually told me that she liked to be
told what to do sexually - not the same as dominated, but in the
same vein. She had been touching me, and she was clearly waiting
for me to tell her what to do next. I told her I wanted her to
kiss me. I leaned in to kiss her, but she was not there. It was
dark enough out that it was very difficult to see each other, and
I asked her where she was. I felt her hand move a little, and
start to feel for my zipper. She said "I'm going to kiss you". I
was quite confused as to what I should do. After all, I was
married, and this shouldn't be happening, but I couldn't stop
myself. She finished lowering my zipper, and started to pull me
out. I had to help here, because she was having an incredible
amount of trouble getting through my underwear. I felt her kiss
the tip, and suddenly I was deep in her mouth. I was kind of in a
state of shock - I was in the middle of the sand dunes and a
woman who was not my wife was sucking on me. She was better than
most, using her up motion to lick me, pushing against me with her
tongue. Her right hand was holding the base while her left hand
started scratching lightly under my balls. She suddenly stopped,
and said "I want you to cum". She then licked the tip and slowly
worked me into her mouth again. I have to admit that I was having
a hard time cumming - it was not due to a lack of skill on her
part, but guilt on mine.

It was quite good, she would stop every so often with me deep in
her mouth and I would feel her tongue moving up and down on me.
She would speed up and slow down, it was quite clear she enjoyed
what she was doing. Still, it seemed to me I was going to take a
while to cum. Then she stopped and asked me "what do you want me
to do with your cum?" That changed matters completely. I told her
I wanted her to swallow it, and she laughed. "I didn't really
need to ask, did I? I would have anyway, I really like the
taste." I let her tell me the lie I wanted to hear, and she went
back to work. Something was different now, knowing she was going
to swallow.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer, but I held back as
best I could. My orgasms have always been stronger if I hold them
off. I quickly got to the point where I would not be able to hold
back much longer and told her "I'm going to cum soon." She
started making little sounds, like humming, telling me she wanted
it. Somebody had told her exactly what men want to hear. There
isn't a man alive who wouldn't love a woman to pretend she liked
the taste of his cum. As I felt the warmth spread I could tell I
was going to have a good orgasm. I told her I was about to cum,
and then started to feel my cum build. The first jet was
incredible. It paled in comparison to the second. Why? Because
she didn't stop. She kept right on licking and moving as I came.
The cum kept shooting out of me into her mouth, lots of it. I
heard her making more little mewling sounds, and it just made me
cum harder. I was in heaven. I soon moved into the stage where
the spasms push forth no more cum, but she kept going, only
slowing when I touched her head. She took great care letting me
out of her mouth, which told me she had not swallowed my cum.
That did not really bother me - if she just wanted to tell me
that to make me come faster that was fine. I felt her move up
against me and put her head next to mine, and swallowed in a
loud, exaggerated manner. "I wanted you to hear me swallow it"
was all she said. It was the most erotic sex I've ever had, if
only because of what she told me.

I wanted to return the favor, but she would not let me - she was
too nervous about our coworkers, and what they'd think of us
being gone for so long. I did eventually get to please her as
much (hopefully) as she pleased me, but not for long. She was
engaged and I was married, and we both decided it would be better
to stop before we were caught. We are still friends today, but I
will always hope that we'll end up reliving some of our
experiences. 

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