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 This story is a work of fiction.  The characters depicted within have no
resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.  The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within
this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only.  It is strongly
advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all
players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

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----------------------------------------------------- The Guest

   I reached for my cigarettes.  I desperately needed a smoke.  The
enormity of what I had just done was beginning to sink into me.  I had
never cheated on my wife before this, although I had been attracted to many
a woman before, this was the first time I had committed an act of sex with
another woman.  My mind reeled with the sheer enormity of the act.  I felt
sick.

   Shweta got up, gathered her clothes and left the room, without saying a
word.  I guess it was hard on her too.

   I spent the night in fitful bursts of sleep and the remaining puffing
away as I tried to find a justification for what I had done.  In some
perverse kind of way my mind searched for a justification, which meant I
had to find my wife guilty of something to justify me having had sex with
Shweta.  Now that I think of it, it sounds crazy, but on that night that
was exactly what I tried to do.

   The morning crept up silently.  Shweta and me when out of our ways to
avoid each other.

   We finally met in the living room just as we were leaving for our
respective workplaces.

   I m sorry about last night , she said.

   Me too , I concurred.

   It was a mistake and we just have to make sure that it never happens
again , she offered.

   Yes, yes , I agreed absent mindedly.

   My eyes were pulled to her breasts.  I felt my organ stir and I was
disgusted at myself.  We rode in silence as I dropped her at her workplace.
The day passed in a daze and I found myself standing outside the door of my
own house and wondering whether I should go in or not.

   Then plucking up my courage I put the key into the keyhole and opened
the door.

   Shweta was on the couch.  She was wearing a full length jogging pants
and a loose t-shirt.  Inside I heaved a sigh of relief.  I had been worried
that she would be dressed provocatively.

   I freshened up and joined her in the living room to watch the news.  We
didn t have much to say to each other.  After dinner we retired to our
rooms.  I put on my computer to watch the Nadia Nyce movie.  I masturbated
as I watched Nadia suck on a huge cock and introduce her friend to the joys
of sucking cock.  It didn t take me long to picture Shweta instead of Nadia
and I blew my load moaning Shweta s name.

   I went to bed, but sleep eluded me.  Shweta s sexy, naked body was all I
saw every time I closed my eyes.  After rolling and tossing in bed, I got
out and decided to have a drink.  I gently opened my door, so that I wouldn
t wake her up.  I went to the living room and poured myself a drink.  I
took the drink and went out into the balcony.  The night was cold and the
moon was full, a really wonderful night.  My thoughts wandered back to the
events of the previous night, I began to stroke my penis absently.  I began
to wonder what would happen if I went into her room.  Into my third peg I
decided to check if her door was locked.  Tiptoeing to her door, I tried
the handle, the door opened without a sound.

   The room was lit by the light of the street lamp outside the window.  I
went in.  She was lying on her back, her hands were above her head, and her
legs spread wide.  Her nightgown had ridden up and lay crumpled around her
waist.  The dark bush was the only thing between me and her cunt.

   Beside her, on the bed lay a dildo.  I picked it up and smelt her juices
on it.  Kneeling beside her, I began to rub the dildo on her cunt lips.

   Soon the tip of the dildo was glistening with her juices, and a moan
escaped her lips.  I had been so intent on her cunt that I never realized
when she had awoken.

   Use your tongue, like yesterday , she moaned.

   I didn t need a second invitation.  Leaning forward, I began to lap at
her wet cunt.  I reached into my shorts and began to pump myself.

   No don t , she told me, I ll do it for you.

   I left my penis and began to concentrate on her cunt.  I flicked my
tongue over her clit.  It responded by engorging itself.  When it was as
big as a nipple, I began to suck on it.  Her juices were flowing free now
and each swallow brought me more juices.

   This time her screams were more strident.  After I had brought her to
her orgasm, I continued to lick her.  She really tasted wonderful.

   Hmmmm, my turn now , she said as she sat up.

   I ve been practicing by watching Nadia, tell me how good I am , she said
as she got off the bed and pushed me on to it.  She pulled out my penis and
began to lick its length.

   I moaned as her tongue traced a path along the length of my penis and
once at the tip, she began to circle the tip of her tongue around the tip
of my head.

   I clenched my teeth as my body shuddered and shivered under her
attentions.  Then, slowly, she eased the length of my penis into her mouth.
The warm inside of her mouth was a pleasant change from the chill.  She
began to such, slowly at first.  She increased her tempo slowly.  Soon she
was violently sucking my penis and simultaneously urging it on with her
palm.  I threw my head back and moaned as my sperm began to gush out.  She
pumped my penis and let it all fall all over her face and breasts.

   It was the most amazing sight I had ever seen.

   She kept pumping till there was no more and then slipped it back into
her mouth and resumed sucking.

   Before long I was hard and ready for more.

   Fuck me , she whispered.

   Are you sure?  I asked her.

   Tomorrow we may feel so shitty about this that we may never ever do it
again.  I don t want to lose this chance, fuck me tonight , she pleaded.

   I am not one to debate twice about such things.

   Alright, but let me get a condom , I told her and went to my bed room.

   I opened the cupboard and looked among my wife s underclothes, that was
wear she normal left the condoms.  My fingers closed over one and I pulled
it out.

   When I turned around, Shweta was lying on my bed.  Her knees bent and
legs spread, there was no doubt about what she wanted.  I tore open the
condom and slid it on.  Getting between her legs, my penis slipped in
easily.

   Easy, easy , she said, it s my first time.

   I was beyond reason by then, but somehow, I got a hold of myself and
measured my strokes carefully.  I went slow until her cunt was well
lubricated and then I began to ram harder into her.  Each stroke was met
with a grunt from her.  She began to move up to meet each stroke of mine.
It was a most amazing fuck.  For over 20 minutes I rammed myself into her.
In that time, she screamed two orgasms.  As my orgasm built I rammed her
harder and she yelped, but I couldn t give a damn.  It was a most amazing
orgasm.  My best, if I were to rate all of them.

   We lay there, me above her, neither speaking nor moving.

   Then I rolled off.

   Did you like it?  she asked.

   I d have to be nuts to not have.  It was amazing , I panted my reply.

   Can we do it again?  she asked.

   What?  I asked incredulously.

   Not now.  I meant, can we do it again, tomorrow?

   I was torn between loyalty to my wife and the need for the fresh cunt
that lay beside me.  The devil won, I nodded.

   She leaned over and kissed me.  In that position we slept.

   (To be continued)
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