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Authors name: Lara Writer (lara_writer@hotmail.com)
Story title : Richard's

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Richard's (MF, rom, oral, mast, cheat)
By Lara Writer (lara_writer@hotmail.com)

***

A story about how a wife betrays her husband and is 
renewed and empowered by the act. Lara begins as an 
ordinary woman but becomes a sexy slave to the physical 
and intellectual thrill of cheating on her husband.

***

My story begins when I was still married to my first 
husband. He and I had been having a hard time living with 
each other. I suspected that he'd been having affairs and 
although he didn't know it, I'd been having thoughts 
about what life would be like as a single girl. Although 
I was thirty years old, I'd never been with a man other 
than my husband. We'd met as teenagers and married in our 
early twenties. 

I am a small-built woman (small breasts and a neat and 
taut bottom) with a slim figure that I work at keeping in 
trim. I have shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. 
People say I'm attractive and I like to think that I know 
how to use clothes and makeup to show off my best 
features. I get the odd compliment but its not like 
everyone turns to look at me when I walk into a room or 
anything. I don't think of myself as anything special, 
but rather as a pleasant, intelligent and well-groomed 
woman. My husband liked me to dress well and so I usually 
had nice clothes to wear even to work. I preferred short 
skirts and light blouses. 

I usually follow the guys and girls from work to a pub on 
Friday after work. Back then; Friday was pub night, my 
husband and I would go out separately with our friends 
from work. One guy from work, Richard, was especially fun 
and always trying to get me to be a bit naughty. I 
enjoyed being flirty with him. Nothing serious, just a 
kiss or two and maybe let him "accidentally" touch my 
breast through my clothes.

One Friday night, only Richard and I wanted to go to the 
pub. Richard suggested that I follow with him to 
Southtown. That's a long way from where we work in Coast 
City and an even longer distance from my home. I don't 
really know why, but I agreed to go with him anyway. In 
the car on the way to the pub, I started to talk about 
how things weren't working out at home. Nothing personal, 
just a little about how we never did anything together 
and that I didn't like my husbands friends. Richard 
didn't say much, but I felt like he sympathised. 

When we got to the pub Richard introduced me to some of 
his friends and we got to talking, dancing, drinking (of 
course) and generally having fun. During the course of 
the night I realised that Richard's friends didn't know 
that I was married and I didn't say anything either. As 
usual, after a couple of hours, Richard started his 
flirting with me. I don't know why, but on this night, I 
responded more than usual. Before too long we started to 
kiss a lot. There was real passion in those kisses. 
Richard's friends wanted to go home, but I sure didn't. 

"Can't we stay here a little longer?" I asked him. 

 "OK," he said, "we'll stay out for a while but I want to 
go somewhere a bit quieter. I know a coffee shop not far 
from here." 

Once at the coffee shop I realised why Richard had chosen 
it. It was a series of small rooms with booths where a 
couple could be together relatively privately. We chose a 
booth and I sat down beside Richard instead of opposite 
him as I usually would. When we got our coffee, I decided 
to order cake as well. I still wasn't ready for this 
night to end and a little piece of cake can last a long 
time if you eat slowly.

"Having a good time tonight?" He asked me with a warm 
smile and put his arm around my waist.

"You know I am." I said and moved in closer to him. 

I looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed me 
gently. His tongue flicked out and I opened my mouth and 
let him kiss me deeper. Because I wanted to keep on 
kissing him, I stretched out my tongue and explored his 
mouth with it. God, I was feeling so excited! 

"Mmm, you're a pretty good kisser, I bet you've had lots 
of practice." I said while letting my eyes slide down his 
chest to his crotch. 
I pushed my chest against his side and let my hand touch 
him low on his stomach. His hips rose slightly off the 
bench seat and I knew that he wanted me to move my hand 
even lower. Feeling brave, I did so. My hand was now just 
inches above the bulge in his pants. 

"So how come you don't have a girlfriend?" I asked 
teasingly.

"Oh but I do," he replied. 

He hadn't told me he'd gotten himself a girlfriend. I was 
jealous. My eyes must have given away the disappointment 
I felt, because he continued "you."

I let my fingertips trace a line along the beltline of 
his trousers and smiled at him. 

"Richard," I flirted with him, feeling openly pleased, "I 
can't be your girlfriend. I'm a married woman."

I hadn't taken my hand away from his lower abdomen and I 
noticed that the bulge in Richard's pants was becoming 
larger with each passing second. 

"Yeah, but when we're out like this tonight, it doesn't 
feel like it would be wrong to describe you that way. And 
I think that you like to pretend that you're a single 
girl when you're out with me."

"Oh no," I answered, "I like to pretend that I'm with 
you." When I said that, I realised that it was true. I 
kissed him again, holding nothing back this time.

We broke off the kiss when the waiter came with our cake 
and I mumbled something about cold coffee. I took up my 
cup and began to sip at it. Richard did likewise but I 
saw that he was a bit disappointed. 

"Don't sulk." I said. 

"I'm not," he replied, "but I am a bit frustrated." 

Saying this, he raised his hips off the seat again and 
tried to pull at his trousers so that his erection wasn't 
quite so strained. I couldn't help myself and giggled. 

"What's so funny?" He asked. 

"You" I said and reached over and gave him a firm squeeze 
through his pants. I heard the way his breathing stopped. 

I looked up at him, smiled and said, "Kiss me again, I 
liked that." 

Richard didn't have to be asked twice and swiveled in the 
seat so that he could half face me. He placed his hands 
on either side of my waist and kissed me with an open 
mouth. I felt how my crotch had warmed up and that my 
nipples had started to harden. 

Richard let his hands start to glide up towards the 
undersides of my breasts. I didn't try to stop him, as I 
would normally have done. Instead, I broke off the kiss 
and looked down at his pants. His erection was now 
clearly visible. 

"Sweetie," I said with what I hoped was a flirty twinkle 
in my eye, "you really need to do something about that, 
what if someone sees?" So saying, I traced the down the 
length of the bulge with the nail of my index finger.

Richard reddened and tried to adjust his pants, to no 
avail. He let his left hand rest in his lap, trying to 
hide the bulge. 

I looked at him and felt an enormous attraction to this 
man. He was so sweet. Even now, he hadn't tried to press 
the issue and get me to sleep with him. 

"Come here silly." I chided softly. I kissed him again 
softly and this time, I kept my eyes open. I took his 
right hand in my left and placed it on my rib cage so 
that his thumb and forefinger caressed the underside of 
my breast. I noticed the way his left hand had begun 
moving in his lap. His hand moved upwards to caress my 
breast and my already swollen nipple. I felt as if it 
would burst. Desire ran through me like a lava flow, 
pooling somewhere deep in my pussy. My labia filled with 
overheated blood and ached to be spread open. I squeezed 
my thighs together and felt how the warm wetness began to 
spread out to my panties.

Finally, he said it. "Come home to my place." 

I nodded and we left quickly after paying the bill 
walking hand in hand to the car. It was still only about 
10:30 pm and the warm summer night air did nothing to 
cool me off.

Once back at Richard's place, things became a bit 
awkward. I'd never been to his house before and the ride 
home had given me time to think a little about what I was 
doing. Richard sensed this and instead of continuing 
where we'd left off, he asked me if I wanted a drink. 
Sitting in his living room on the sofa, it seemed that 
the coffee shop was a dream. On the other hand, I 
couldn't forget how much I wanted to make the dream come 
true. I snuck a look at Richards pants. I could see a 
small, dark spot of wetness from pre-cum. It made me 
horny again. 

Without a word, I moved closer to him and put my arms 
around his neck. I kissed him. I knew that this time 
there would not be any chance to break off. Richard moved 
his right hand quickly to my breast. My nipple responded 
and I felt how his hand cupped the entire breast. He 
squeezed firmly and let it slide out of his hand slowly. 
My hard nipple was the last to leave his fingers. I was 
vaguely aware that my breathing was a kind of panting, 
sighing intake of air that was making me feel light-
headed. Richard moved his hand inside my blouse and tried 
to feel his way inside the bra cup. Brazenly, I leaned 
back and undid a couple of buttons. 

Richard moved over so that he was lying half beside me 
and half on top of me. I could feel his hard-on pressing 
against my hip and I spread my knees apart a little, so 
that he could move his leg between mine. He began kissing 
my neck and throat. I started to move my hips back and 
forth, letting my cunt rub against his leg. He opened my 
blouse completely and I reached around behind my back and 
opened my bra. I didn't take it off. He pushed my bra 
upwards so that my tits were showing and I reached down 
and began fumbling with his belt. This was not a 
particularly successful effort and I could feel my 
frustration rising. I reached down further and pressed my 
hand firmly against his cock. It was longer than my 
husbands but not as thick. I rubbed his length with my 
hand, feeling a growing sense of delight in my boldness. 
Richard sat up and undid his pants without taking them 
off. 

"Wait a moment." I half gasped. 

I stood up and took off my clothes. Richard started to do 
likewise, removing his shirt and tie. He tried to grab 
for me but I didn't let him. 

When I was down to my panties, with my bra hanging 
loosely around my shoulders, I asked hoarsely "Where is 
the bedroom?"

Richard led me there. I slid out of the rest of my 
clothing and pushed him back on to the bed and started to 
kiss him again. My cunt was really hot now. I could feel 
how swollen my pussy lips were. My clit hardened was 
almost unbearably hot. The juices flowing from my hole 
made me all slippery between the lips. Now that my 
panties no longer confined me, my pussy sort of ached for 
something to put pressure on it. Though I desperately 
wanted to play with myself, I couldn't quite work up the 
courage to do it. I'd never masturbated for my husband 
and even if I'd never been this hot before, I couldn't 
quite break out of my old shell.

"Lie there, just like that." I commanded. 

I kissed his throat then moved my kisses down to 
Richard's chest and pushed at his pants so that he could 
kick them off. Through his boxer shorts, his cock looked 
even longer than I imagined. 

I could smell the manly scent rising from him. "God you 
smell so good!" I nearly screamed the words.

I pulled the shorts down and off his legs. 

"Let me be the leader here." It was more of an 
instruction than a request.

Getting on to my hands and knees at the foot of the bed, 
I looked up at him, straight into his beautiful eyes. His 
cock was as rigid as a steel pole. Still looking up at 
him I leaned forward and licked along the shaft. 

Richard reached down to my hips and pulled me around so 
that we were head to foot, me kneeling over him. I licked 
his cock and sucked the tip with pursed lips. 

I felt how his hands moved between my thighs and his 
fingertips caressed my cuntlips. With the tips of his 
fingers he began pulling the lips apart and as he did so, 
he dipped the forefinger of either hand into the opening.

"Yes, keep doing that, just like that" I begged. I was so 
excited that this was happening. I was brazen, wanton. I 
was taking control of my life and beginning a sexual 
liaison with an attractive and sensitive man in the full 
knowledge of the hurt this would cause my marriage. The 
thrill of being so careless with my emotional life took 
hold of me and swept me up in an overheated wind of 
carnal lust.

I felt how Richard smeared my cunt juices around all over 
my cuntlips. I moaned uncontrollably and put my own hand 
between my legs to begin touching my clit. 

"Fuck me." The words were whispered from the mouth of 
someone else, someone new. Richard's fingers began moving 
rhythmically between my cuntlips pressing my clit and 
touching the edges of my cunt hole. I drew a hand that 
had been tickling my clit to my mouth and smeared cunt 
juice on my lips. 

Richards cock, just a few inches from my face, was 
glistening with pre-cum. I reached over to it and began 
licking around the head. He tried to move his hips so 
that I would have his cock in my mouth, but I wouldn't 
let him. 

"No," said with the other woman's voice, "not yet. I want 
this to go slowly."

I began moving my hand up and down, stretching the skin 
of his cock in time with the movements of his fingers in 
my cunt. His cock, already so hard, began to throb. I let 
my mouth glide down as far as I could, but try as I 
might, I could not get the whole length in without 
feeling a gagging sensation. 

"Damn it," the voice had a sobbing quality to it now, 
"please, I want to let you fuck my throat," it said. I 
plunged my mouth down on to his cock again and felt how 
it slid in, deeper and deeper. I didn't stop when I felt 
the gag reflex this time, instead I concentrated on 
relaxing. Richard pushed at the back of my head and 
raised his hips. My mouth was being violated, but it felt 
wonderful. 
Richard's fingers were now at the opening of my cunt hole 
but instead of penetrating me, he began stretching my 
cunt apart so that even the hole was stretched. I was 
surprised at how good that felt. I knew that he was able 
to see my entire cunt, even the hole. I imagined that he 
could even see inside of my cunthole a little way. I was 
grinding my hips back and forward. He was letting his 
fingers dip into me a little way with every back thrust 
while at the same time keeping the pressure on to stretch 
the hole. I needed release. 

I lifted my head and groaned with pleasure. His cock was 
now an angry red colour and I began pumping it with my 
fist while sucking up and down the length from the base 
of the shaft to the tip. I was sure that if I came now I 
wouldn't be able to stop myself from screaming aloud. 

"Stop," he grunted "I won't be able to hold back if you 
don't."

Richard thrust a finger into my cunt while his other hand 
played with my clit. My stretched out cunthole did 
nothing to resist when he pushed a second finger into me. 
I wanted him to stretch me even more. To my delighted 
gasping, Richard began using his thumbs to stimulate my 
clit while he pushed two fingers of his left hand deep 
into my dripping snatch. 

"Use me." I gasped loudly. 

He introduced a third and fourth finger into my cunt and 
I pushed against them so that they disappeared into me up 
to the bottom set of knuckles. 

"Stretch my cunt. Fuck me with your whole hand." I 
pleaded. 

I began to cum. The contractions of my pussy were so hard 
that they were pushing Richard's hand out. I nearly cried 
with the strength of the feelings that were washing 
through my entire body. 

Quickly turning around, I slid my hot wet cunt down on to 
Richards pole. When my husband and I made love, I never 
vocalised. I could orgasm without a whimper, just 
breathing hard. I don't know what came over me this 
night, but I began to say things. Words that I've never 
used. 

I half-yelled deliriously, "Fuck my cunt. I'm yours. I'm 
your fucking, whoring slave. Treat me like a slut. Make 
me do perverse things. My cunt is ready for everything 
you can give it. Cum in me and on me. Shove your 
beautiful cock in my pussy and bite my tits." 

Richard slammed his hips against mine and began fucking 
me harder than I would ever have believed it was possible 
to do. Still it wasn't enough. Why couldn't his cock be 
thicker and even longer? 

I ground down on him, wanted him to stab his cock up into 
my heart and kill the pathetic, stunted girl that until 
now had lived inside me. I would become this other person 
that had taken hold of my body. 

I leaned forward so that his mouth could reach my tits. I 
felt the sharp edges of his teeth biting my nipple and 
the pain was intensely pleasurable. I started coming and 
Richard blew his wad, filling me with his seed. Each 
pulse of his throbbing pole shot through me like fiery 
electricity, making me cum harder and longer than I'd 
ever been able to before.

Richard pushed me from the side to get me to lie down. 

"Oh shit, I don't think I'm going to be able to move 
again." He panted.

I lay on my back with my knees wide apart. 

"You don't think we're finished yet do you?" I asked. 
"Here, let me wake you up a bit." 

I swiveled around so that we were once again head to toe.

I could feel his eyes on my cunt as though he could touch 
me physically just by looking at me. I was so aroused and 
I kept trying to think of sluttier things to do. Richard 
thought I wanted him to lick my cunt but I pushed him 
back. 

I raised myself on one elbow. Staring him in the yes, I 
reached down and began rubbing myself. I pushed one, two, 
then three fingers into my cunt and then I started 
licking them. There was no turning back now. I would do 
every slutty thing I'd ever thought of and things that I 
hadn't ever thought of before.

"I want you to watch me." I said, and rolled over on to 
my shoulder and knees with my arse in the air. 

I took my index finger, which was wet with cunt juice and 
began playing with my arsehole. At the same time, I began 
rubbing my clitoris with the fingers of my other hand. 

"Do you like it when I play with myself Richard?" I 
asked.

I had never even wanted to have my arsehole touched 
before, but now, on this magical erotic night, I could 
think of nothing else so pleasing than pushing my finger 
into my arse. This wasn't enough though. I wanted Richard 
to violate my arsehole and I told him so. 

"Push your finger into my arsehole and finger fuck me." I 
demanded. 

Richard, my lovely gentle Richard, looked doubtful. I 
took his hand and guided it to where I wanted it. His 
cock must have been sore it was so hard. I let go of my 
clit and raising myself on one elbow again, I sucked his 
cock into my mouth. I could feel the palm of Richard's 
hand on my arse cheek and his probing finger in my 
arsehole. In seconds, I began to shake uncontrollably, 
quivering with orgasm after orgasm. It took only a couple 
of strokes of my mouth up and down on Richards cock 
before I could feel that he too was going to come. 

I'd always hated fellatio and never let my husband come 
in my mouth. Tonight though, I wanted to taste Richards 
cum. I didn't even stop my sucking when I felt the first 
spurt into my mouth. I let my lover spend himself 
completely in my mouth. Richard's hands had left me and 
so turned a little more towards him and kissed him. There 
on my tongue and lips was the cum that he had just 
spurted in my mouth. I pushed him backwards and let his 
cum dribble out of my mouth. I spread it over my face and 
then, moving my hands down I pushed my fingers back in 
between my legs. I was a slut and loving it!

Richard had moved back up the bed and was reaching out 
for me to do the same. However, I was still not ready to 
do that. His cock had softened and was lying half hard on 
his thigh. I looked around the room and saw a bottle of 
deodorant on the night table. Without even thinking, I 
reached for it. It was shaped like a cock. I pressed it 
into my cunt and began using the bottle like a dildo. It 
was cold and hard. I had never experienced anything like 
the arousal I was feeling tonight. 

At home, I have a vibrator but this deo bottle was 
entirely different. I wanted Richard to see how raw and 
debased I had become and so I remained on my knees in 
front of him. The damn thing wasn't thick enough. I 
needed to be stretched wide and penetrated deeply. There 
was a wine bottle out in the living room. 

"Wait here." I panted.

I ran out and got it and came back in the bedroom to see 
that Richard had propped himself up in bed with a couple 
of pillows. I took the wine bottle and pushed the neck 
all the way into my cunt so that it was really deeply 
inside me. Then I started humping it, the way that women 
hump dildos and things in a porno movie. Richard began to 
play with himself as well. I wanted to push the bottle 
further in but I was worried about doing internal damage. 
I shuddered to another tumultuous orgasm. I pulled the 
bottle out again with a sigh. 

Now I began rubbing my cunt up and down. I took my 
fingers and spread the cunt hole and now I could feel my 
climax coming. I began to cum hard. I came and came. I 
didn't care about my husband. I would let Richard do 
anything with me for as long as he wanted to. Richard's 
cock was at full attention again and I pushed myself over 
him. The juice from my cunt was making slushy, squishy, 
gooey sounds as we fucked. 

I pressed my lips to his ear, "Come inside me." 

"No." whispered Richard hoarsely with the same voice of 
desire that I heard from my own throat. 

"Do it." I pleaded. "Come in my cunt." He began to cum 
again. My clit burned and my cunt was a raging fire.

"No, I've got a better idea." He grunted.

Instead of letting himself come, he grabbed the base of 
his cock firmly. 

"Good," I said, "you're good for more." 

Richard pushed me off the bed and stood with me at the 
side of the bed. 

"Get on the floor." he instructed. 

"Lie on your back on the floor." 

I didn't know what he wanted, but I was eager to let him 
do anything. He took his cock and pointed it at my face. 
Within a couple of strokes, it started to squirt come. I 
was surprised but I didn't move. I let the come splash on 
to my face and soak my hair. I opened my mouth and he 
came on my tongue. Never in my life would I have believed 
that I would allow such a thing, let alone find it so 
erotic. 

My hands moved automatically to my cunt and I let my 
fingers stroke my clit and cuntlips. I started coming 
again. Richard's come was all over my face, but I didn't 
care because the feeling of being so slutty was driving 
me insane. 

Richard watched while I began to cum again. I let myself 
go so completely that I was afraid I would piss as well. 

"Aargh," I grunted incoherently when the last convulsion 
was over. "I can't believe I could come again, I've never 
been so turned on in my entire life!"

Richard's cock began to wake to life for the last time 
that night. I wanted him to use it on me but I was aware 
of how covered in ejaculate I was. 

"Lets shower." I said. 

He led the way to the shower. I let the hot water rain 
down on me from above. I turned my face up to the spray 
and imagined the last dregs of the old me running down 
the drain with the water that was flowing over me. 

Richard took a bottle of shampoo and began lathering my 
hair. I took the shampoo from his hand and pushed my 
bottom against him. 

"Fuck me in the from behind." I told him, while spreading 
shampoo all over my arse hole.

Richard started to push his now stiff cock into my back 
entrance. I guess that it was because all the muscles in 
the lower half of my body were so tired, that I could 
relax my sphincter so easily. The pain of his entry was 
in any case much less than I'd expected. 

To make his entrance easier, I put one foot up on the 
edge of the bathtub. His cock could reach quite a long 
way in to my arsehole. I took the shower nozzle and 
played it against my pussy. 

"Yes my love," I encouraged him, "press your cock all the 
way in."

Richard's hands squeezed my small tits and I bit my 
bottom lip feeling the sweet hot pain of his cock nearly 
splitting my ring muscle. I started coming again for the 
last time that night and that triggered Richard as well. 
His spasms were short-lived and not half as powerful as 
they had been earlier. 

Richard pulled his cock from my arse and I could feel the 
way that my ring muscle spasmed. I collapsed to a sitting 
position on the floor, the shower nozzle flailing about 
beside me. Richard turned off the water and pulled me to 
my feet. He kissed me softly.

"I don't want you to go." He whispered. "I want you to be 
mine, your body to only be for me."

"I promise that I am yours to do with what you will, 
whenever you want." I replied. "I would do anything for 
you." 

Richard and I embraced a little before he fell asleep on 
the bed. I snuck away out to the car and drove home with 
his cum still trickling from my pussy and arse. My hair 
was still wet when I got home and I was glad to see that 
my husband was asleep so that I wouldn't have to explain. 
I climbed into bed beside him, but couldn't sleep. My 
thoughts were with Richard. I reached down and tried to 
stretch open my cunt the way that he had done. 

My husband woke. It must have been my movements that 
disturbed him. The fool asked where I'd been. I said at 
the pub. He said that they'd shut ages ago. "We went for 
coffee after." I said feeling superior and contemptuous 
of him. I didn't really care if he believed me. To my 
amazement, he didn't seem to think it strange that coffee 
had taken "ages". 

Unfortunately for me, he was feeling horny and tried to 
play with my pussy. I kept my legs together but when he 
asked if I wanted to "make love", I said yes, and pulled 
him on to me. The fool didn't even realise he was fucking 
Richards sperm filled whore. His cock was already hard 
and it slipped into me easily as I was lubricated with 
the remnants of Richard's seed. I whispered, "fuck me 
fuck me fuck me" but I was thinking of Richard and felt, 
incredibly, how I started to come again. He came quickly 
as he always did. I rolled away. He didn't notice my wet 
hair and fell quickly asleep. Silently, I laughed at him 
in my newfound confidence. I would make sure that 
Richard's cum was always in my cunt when I fucked my 
husband from now on. 

END

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