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 ****This is an erotic tale........if you are underage or it is illegal for
you to read erotica, go back now.

   MF Rom Cheat















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   1975

   Hilda was going to meet me at the Ramada Inn in Richmond VA.  We set it
up in a couple of surreptitious phone calls.

   I begged a day off, told the Sergeant Major I wanted to go to Camp A.P
Hill to hunt quail, but it was another kind of bird that I would have that
day.

   I walked up to the desk with a queasy feeling in my stomach, and paid
for a room.  The kind of sleazy looking room clerk winked and asked me how
long I was going to stay.  I told her that I would stay for the night, and
paid the fifteen dollar fee plus the five dollar key deposit.  I gave my
mother's address in Florida and not my Fort Lee address.

   I sat in the lobby waiting, in my jeans, flannel shirt and Army boots. I
was just a little scared and a little nervous, and secretly wishing that
she would get cold feet.  I was trying to be a good husband and father,
but............ "Lord, your will be done, please God let this cup pass from
my lips," I prayed in my mind.

   A new Lincoln stopped under the canopy in front, and she got out.  She
was holding the keys up and looking around for the doorman.  Her skin was
olive, her teeth were almost too white, and she was pleasingly plump, Not
fat, not skinny, but rather "pneumatic" as Huxley described the willing
playmates in "Brave New World." She was wearing a paisley dress,
sleeveless, cinched at the waist with a brown belt, stopping at her knees.
A black sweater was tied around her waist, and a pair of Ray-Bans nested in
her hair.  She was a no sailor's dream, just a housewife, but I knew that I
had passed the point of no return.

   I thought of Bernard Marx, and John the Savage, Hilda was never
troubled, why was I?

   *****************************

   We undressed each other in silence, folding each piece of clothing
carefully and laying it aside.  She folded the covers back on the bed, then
at last we held each other and kissed deeply.

   "You know Mikey, we don't actually have to do this...........if it makes
you uncomfortable I mean..........."

   "Right..........................."

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   We had tried being married once, and we still were, just not to each
other.

   I suppose that furtiveness and the guilt of illicitness had always been
a part of our lovemaking, we needed that part.  We had first coupled when
she was a month shy of twelve and I was a mature fifteen.  Now I was thirty
and happily married, and Hilda's husband was an ocean away.  We were naked
in bed once again.

   We kissed deeply while sitting on the bed, then I pushed her down on the
bed.  I got on all fours and climbed between her thighs and straddled her
face.  I sniffed at her vagina, as I felt her put her hand on my dick and
pull it into her mouth.  The smell and taste of her was intoxicating, and
her lips on my dick made me feel really alive.  But the sixty nine was
always just the prelude to the main event.

   I was on top, she held me and we kissed, she reached down and guided me
into her with her hand, I felt my dick stiffen as it slid into her, I felt
the ring of her cervix as our pubic bones met.

   "Are we safe, I mean you aren't going to get pregnant are you"

   "I hope so............... why worry I am married, and besides we done it
about a thousand times with no protection and I was trying to get pregnant
and never did."

   She wrapped her legs tightly around my ass as I humped her, a little
moan escaped her lips with every stroke, "(moan) oh yes, fuck me Mikey,
fuck me forever."

   I could feel her juices on my thighs, I knew that we were making a wet
spot on the bed.  The maid would know that I had fucked Hilda in this bed,
I wondered if I could get away with carving that sentiment into the
headboard.  Somehow feeling Hilda's warm flesh around my dick always
invigorated me, made me free of the guilt of betraying my wife and kids. 
And the thought that I was putting horns on her husband, well we had done
this a few times before and I always liked that thought...

   At last I could hold it back no longer, I pushed against her cervix and
came directly into her uterus.  My hot cum mixed with her ample juices and
soaked both our pubic patches, and soaked the bedding.

   ************

   We napped in each other's arms, I awoke to the feel of her tongue on my
molars, "I just wanted you to know what it felt like to have a somebody's
else's meat shoved deep in you."

   I felt her hand on my dick, I was almost hard.  She stroked me a few
times and I rolled over on top and entered her deeply, "You mean like
this?"

   "Yea, just like that."

   *************

   It was five o'clock getting dark as I held the door of the Lincoln for
her.

   "It was nice, maybe we can do it again some time?"

   "Oh, you can bet your bippy on that Mikey.  We kissed, and she pressed
the button to close the window against the cold fall wind, and I waved as
she drove off.