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Archive name: curious.txt (MF, wife-cheat, oral)
Authors name: Carlyie M. (attergirl@aol.com)
Story title : Curiosity

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Curiosity (MF, wife-cheat, oral, sleeping)
by Carlyie M. (attergirl@aol.com)

***

It was a humid, windless evening, and my husband and I 
have been entertaining his old college friend, Mike, 
with rambling stories heavily laced with many bottles 
of wine since early the afternoon.

Around 7:00 p.m. I could no longer keep my eyes open, 
and weaved a zigzag line of kisses goodnight around the 
table, and made my way to bed as the guys loudly droned 
on about old times.

Although the air was stifling, I fell fast asleep after 
stripping down to my T-shirt. 

Some time later I awoke in a fine sheen of sweat. 
Looking at the clock I noticed that it was 2:00 AM. The 
house was dark and quiet; except for the soft snoring 
of my husband, sound asleep next to me. My shirt stuck 
to me as I swung my legs off the bed. I needed a glass 
of water so badly, so I decided to tiptoe downstairs 
and added a couple of aspirin for good measure.

In the kitchen, I noticed through the doors of the back 
patio that my husband's friend Mike had chosen to crash 
outside on our big hammock. Now, that's as mart idea, I 
thought to myself as I moved closer to the door, 
finishing my glass of water.

I nearly choked on the last gulp when I realized that 
he was completely naked, laying on his back in the 
light of a half-moon, an empty wine bottle on the grass 
beneath him.

Even from twenty or so feet away, I could clearly see 
his body evenly tanned and muscular, but not overly so, 
a hairless chest, a lean flat stomach and, uh, a thick, 
limber cock gracefully curving over his large balls... 
and it was uncut.

Suddenly I felt a short quick twinge in my pussy. It 
was beautiful in ugly sort of way. I'd never seen an 
uncut cock before in the flesh, and I couldn't take my 
eyes off of it.

After standing there for I don't know how long and as 
if in a trance, I saw myself in the glass of the door 
and I quietly slid it open. I felt the cool grass on 
the soles of my feet, the cool night air caressing my 
slippery thighs -- until I was suddenly kneeling at his 
side...my eyes glued to his magnificent strange looking 
organ. 

Silently I glanced at his face. Asleep soundly. His 
strong smooth chest rose and fell in a perfect sleeping 
rhythm. My breathing was shallow. I felt my breasts 
growing a little heavier, my nipples beginning to 
sprout beneath my damp shirt.

I returned my stare to his cock, and the petals of my 
pussy wetly blossomed. My mouth grew dry as if I needed 
to drink in his raw cock...so primitive looking, so 
animal-like, unleashing something in the depths of my 
mind...something as raw...as primitive...as an animal.

Slowly I leaned closer, inhaling the delicious musk of 
Mike's cock and balls, and my head spun...intoxicated. 
The aroma made my mouth water, and suddenly I was 
swallowing hard. My nipples were almost painful. My 
heart threatened to burst through my chest.

Lightly panting...oh god... I blew a long, cool breath 
through pursed lips over his strange bestial manhood, 
and delighted in watching his balls slowly move in 
their fleshy bags...causing his thick, veiny cock and 
all to roll towards me...the fleshy hood surrounding 
the head.

How cute I thought...it wants to play...it's flirting 
with me. I adjusted my lips to blow the next stream 
directly at the tip of his strange looking and handsome 
organ. His meaty cock responded again, this time 
sleepily raising just enough to lift the fleshy knob 
off of his thigh, fattening just a little...the hood 
pulling back just a bit to reveal a hint of purple 
cockhead. My greedy pussy received another delicious 
twinge at the sight of his slight arousal.

I couldn't help myself; I knew that I was crossing over 
a barrier that might kill my marriage. My hand reached 
out, and one long-nailed finger touched the skin of his 
shaft lightly...just the nail, and teasingly, ever-so-
slowly, traces the thick ridge of muscle...all the way 
up towards the partially covered purple knob.

I watched with little-girl delight and curiosity as his 
prickmeat twitched again and thickened as if it was 
giggling from my tickling nail...until just below meaty 
his hood.

Mike suddenly grunted in his sleep and rolled over onto 
his stomach, hunching his hips into the netting. My 
heart skipped a beat as I toyed with the idea to run 
away, to go back to my bed and husband and forget what 
lay here in our big hammock.

Part of me said "my fun is over, go back to bed." But 
another part of me had been taken over...and that part 
said, "I must see this lovely organ in full bloom."

I ducked down on all fours to look under the hammock, 
and was greeted with the sight of a half-hard cock, 
neatly framed through one hole of net, his balls 
straining through two others. I shuddered as a mini-
orgasm passed through me, untouched, making me pant a 
little harder, my mouth open and wet.

And then I was on my back underneath him, his raw, 
animal cock only inches from my lips. I felt dizzy. My 
tongue slid out of my mouth as my neck strained 
upwards, and I whimpered as I made teasing contact with 
his delicious piece of meat...the tip of my tongue 
lightly flicking at the fleshy opening of his 
foreskin...teasing...burrowing...painting the bit of 
purple cockhead that was beginning to emerge further 
from the fleshy hood.

Mike was still silent above me, but my mind was 
shutting down, closing out the world around me as I 
concentrated only on the treat in front of me. My 
tongue coaxed more of his glistening cockhead out, a 
thin line of saliva connecting us, and his stalk 
continued to slowly thicken and lengthen...until I no 
longer had to raise my neck from the cool grass.

His raw purplish knob was now swimming in a pool of my 
saliva between my teeth and cupped lips. I bathed it 
lovingly, letting my teeth wetly slide back and forth 
across it.

To my satisfaction on he reached his full length... a 
thick, gorgeous hunk of cockmeat...firm and demanding 
and my mouth was forced open to accept a few inches of 
him. I clasped my lips so very lightly around his stiff 
shaft, caressing rather than sucking, as my eager 
tongue wrestled his juicy cockhead out of its hood, his 
knob was a salty velvet balloon.

We were one now, connected cock to mouth. I watched his 
balls move and rose slightly as my lips closed behind 
his cock-knob. My mouth began to milk it...so 
gently...almost chewing...nibbling. My head moved 
gently side to side, like a lazy fish, hooked. I 
burrowed my tongue into his cockhole, tasting his salty 
precome, and my hands slid down my hips and meet at my 
pussy...fingers of one splayed to hold me open...two 
fingers of the other splayed on either side of my 
tortured clit.

Finally he was so hard, no longer a playful organ...now 
a demanding thing. I whimpered softly as I worked 
myself slowly to orgasm, nursing on my mouthful of 
salty cockmeat, drawing us both ecstasy, he in slumber 
and me in a fiery blaze.

I could feel his pounding heartbeat against my tight 
lips... transmitted from the throbbing cock in my 
mouth. I could hear his breathing becoming more 
erratic. The mixed fear and excitement that he would 
wake and catch me doing this nasty perverted act made 
me almost crazy with excitement, causing me to work my 
fingers and mouth harder and faster.

My pussy made wet juicy noises as it opened and closed 
around two fingers, my clit being raped by the palm of 
my hand as I fucked myself almost violently. The still 
night air is awash in my scent.

I was coming...building...my delicious orgasm... it's 
going to blind me. My eyes were clamped shut as my hips 
humped my fingers, and by reflex and instinct my mouth 
sucked hard on the bloated cockhead of the lovely man 
suspended above me, my tongue pressing against it... 
drawing... sucking...

Then that beautiful tremble...that primal, slight pause 
from a cock that was ready... The thought of what was 
about to happen pushed me over the edge...and I came so 
hard...hips writhing...mouth slackened as long, thick 
streams of hot salty come filled my mouth.

Finally I turned my head, releasing his meat... 
helpless inside of my own orgasm... and felt his strong 
cock pressed against my cheek, pumping and retreating 
as his seed gushed out and down my neck, and out of my 
gasping mouth.

I tried to calm myself as my orgasm gradually subsided, 
opening my eyes to see Mike's glorious manhood slowly 
shrinking...his cockhead slipping back into the 
slippery foreskin, shining almost silver in the dim 
white light from the moon above us. It was still 
dripping come onto my soaked T-shirt as it reseeded.

All was soon quiet again. Mike seemed to have slept 
through it all.

I slipped out from under him and took my T-shirt off, 
wiping up his spilled seed from my neck, face, and 
shoulders.

Quietly I slipped back into the house, threw my shirt 
into the laundry, and slipped back into bed, hotter 
than before...but oh so satisfied.

***

In the morning during breakfast Mike was telling my 
husband how well he'd slept. He said, "Boy, I'll have 
to visit you guys more often, I can't remember when I 
have slept so well. That hammock of yours in really 
great.

I just smiled as I was cooking the bacon when I darling 
husband responded, "Mike you're welcome to stay over 
any time you're in town, I'm sure Sheila won't feel put 
out.

He was so right about that...

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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