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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Meeting Natalie's Need (MF, cheating) by Venturer (venturer@wowmail.com) *** Natalie is in her thirties and happily married, but her husband recognises a subtle but significant change in her sex-drive. The increase might be coped with better, he suggests, if she visited a 'Singles Night' at a club he's discovered. At length, she agrees, with more enthusiasm than she's thought possible. Inevitably, as she's making herself available, a particular guy makes a big impression. The sexual action follows quickly and enthusiastically, prolonged through the use of a conveniently located hotel. *** It wasn't as if it was boring, they both admitted that. Life had been fairly good since they'd been living together and was getting better. But there was no doubt about it. Gradually, subtly, something had changed, or rather developed, and Les knew he'd have to be the one to do something about it because Natalie couldn't, or maybe wouldn't. He was 35 and, he considered, well in his prime. His partner, at 33, had been with him for eight years, though they'd been married for just three. Their sex- life had always been good and certainly was now. In their early years, they'd watched a few porno movies at parties with friends from university. The habit had stuck and they still did so from time to time. It was this that had given Les the clue that something needed freeing up. There was no doubt that Natalie, despite feeling guilty about it, enjoyed them more than ever. Even if she couldn't appreciate it, Les knew her sex-drive had risen sharply in the past few years. She got turned on far more easily than she used to be. She could be persuaded to admit to coming home with thoroughly wet knickers on occasions if she'd seen someone particularly sexy. To Les, it was quite clear. Although they fucked two or three times a week at least, it wasn't enough. Or rather, Natalie would greatly welcome some addition, not to mention variation. Often, when she watched a porno movie, she'd say things like 'I bet he'd feel good!' Les had started to challenge her about it, but she denied it. Natalie was certainly aware that things had changed in that department. The last thing she wanted to do was split up from Les, but she now realized there were a hell of a lot of attractive men in the world. They turned her on, there was no doubt, and strongly at times. She felt highly stimulated at times, she knew it. Hopefully, her continued great fucking with Les would help her through what she thought might be a temporary patch. Les, of course, knew better. Quietly, persistently, he pushed the idea to her of how great it would be if she were to fuck another man. 'Just for the experience', he kept telling her. At first, as he'd expected, Natalie had rejected the idea out of hand. However, even a few weeks down the line, it didn't seem quite so crazy to her. Daydreams, fancies of the imagination they might be, but were great - and they had some very hot sex while they shared them. For Natalie, although reality was somewhere else, in another country, that land looked increasingly like next door. It felt like reality might not be so far away after all. Gradually, Natalie got more enthusiastic, and Les knew it. Laughing, she'd tell him she might do it if the other man was a stranger and it was where nobody knew her. On holiday, say? Then she might do it. The daydream kept gnawing away at them. How close was 'might', Les asked her? They both knew the answer to that was 'almost touching'. And then, by chance, on his way back from somewhere, Les called in at a town about an hour's drive from home, desperate for something to eat. He found a pub that met his needs, but noticed that it also had a private club attached to it. There was a programme of events shown above the bar, including, it told him, a 'Singles Night'. He asked the girl behind the bar about what kind of a gig that might be. She grinned, almost slyly, and told him that was the place to go if you wanted to get picked up. It hadn't started out that way, she told him, but word had got around, so as long as you were reasonably discreet. 'You understand?' she said, clearly thinking he had himself in mind. Les did understand, very well. He sauntered into the club and emerged five minutes later with two memberships. Once home, he quietly dropped his discovery into the conversation in bed that night, just after they'd been talking about Topic A again. Natalie was hooked, he could tell, so he played it cool when she mentioned, idly, that the club seemed worth a visit. Les agreed, but wanted her to suggest what was on both their minds. Eventually, Natalie asked him what he thought the Singles Night might be like. He told her there was only one way to find out. So one night, in a moment of high sexual excitement, Natalie said she wanted to go. Les smiled and told her of course she did. For the next few days, she was excited and terrified. But terror can subside to almost nothing when you get used to a situation, and so it was with Natalie. 'What if I did?' she'd ask him, 'you know, what we talked about?' Les assured her it would be no problem, she must do what came to her on the spur of the moment. She was nervous, she said, and asked him several times if he really minded if she did it. But Les told her it was okay with him. In fact, by now, if anything he was more excited about it than she was. He knew that, after all the talk, Natalie was, at last, desperately hot for this new sexual experience, despite her nerves. Les found out that the next Singles Night was on the coming Friday. It was Natalie who suggested she might go 'just to see what it was like', having become far more confident about the whole thing. At Les' suggestion, she wore a skirt rather than her usual chinos, and one that was flared as well as riding up above her knees. Her top wasn't see-through, not quite thin enough to see her nipples. Underneath, she had the lightest of her bras - despite Les's suggestion, she knew she couldn't get away without one - and some brief thong knickers. Natalie hoped she was dressed up sufficiently to kill but not look like a tart. At Les' suggestion, Natalie went on her own, driving her own car. 'I'd get in the way' he told her, knowing he was sending his wife out with the intention of her committing adultery. Natalie, meanwhile, was feeling as horny as she'd ever felt in her life, knowing her pussy really could be possessed soon by the prick of a perfect stranger. However, she was still anything but sure she could actually fuck someone like that. Would any other man want her, for a start? She was very conscious of how her pussy was already open and juicy. She parked the car at the edge of the car park, next to some open grassland. Mercifully, it was already dusk, so she would not be readily recognized. When she got out, the slight breeze ruffled her skirt and she felt it on her thinly-covered pussy and her bare butt. She felt very naked in the skirt and thong, but that's how she'd wanted it and she was in no mood to turn back. Other men, she told herself, might appreciate the sight of what was, by now, a very hungry pussy. Natalie showed her membership card and moved on into a dimly-lit large room. The music was loud, but not too upbeat - this was a Singles Night, so they were mostly slower dance tunes. At first, she was trembling with nerves, but that feeling rapidly diminished as, through the dimness, she could make out she was anything but the only attractively-dressed single woman in the place. She told herself she was here with her husband's approval. She was here to have sex if she wanted it, and that she could have it if it was offered. Natalie got herself a drink and then moved to sit by herself at a table by the wall. She was quite confident enough to cross her legs to show the few men actually looking at her what she had. She was getting more excited by the moment, though, and she could feel her pussy was even juicier than it had been before. However, making your mind up to pick up a man for sex was one thing, but could she really go all the way with it? Soon, a man came across and asked her to dance. She agreed, and after a short time she felt him holding her against him. Natalie felt his prick rising, giving her a sexy, wanton feeling to rub against this stranger's erection. He asked her if she'd like the next dance, too, but she was less than impressed, despite the ready way his prick had hardened against her. She'd wait for someone else. The wait was a brief one. Another stranger approached her, altogether more attractive. Taller and bigger- built, he was much more what she had in mind. Natalie got bolder, now reminding herself that Les wouldn't mind in the least if she really did fuck another man. Suddenly, she knew it was for real. She could let herself go as completely as she liked. If she wanted this man to fuck her, and he wanted to do so, she could encourage him until he did so. And she could fuck any other man she chose, too. In other words, she had the freedom, in this place at least, to behave as they'd imagined in their fantasies. She looked at the man she was dancing with. Yes, Natalie decided, she wanted him to fuck her. She put her hands on the stranger's butt and pulled him tighter to her, pressing her breasts to his chest, and rubbing gently against him. Opening her legs, she held him against her until she had his hardening prick rubbing close to her clit. Natalie had never imagined she would do such a thing with a stranger, but yes she could! By the time the dance was finished, she could feel her nipples were very sensitive, while her pussy was very wet. It needed a cock, she knew it did, and soon - she was just aching to fuck! She could feel her new friend had generated a very full erection. When the dance finished, she didn't let go of him, waiting the few seconds for the next dance. Readily, he stayed with her for another few minutes of horny arousal for both of them. Afterwards, they sat down together. Fortunately, the seat was in a dimmer part of the room, allowing them more freedom than other places might have done. The man turned towards her, and Natalie soon found herself in the midst of a lengthy clinch. As he kissed her with increasing passion, his hands moved across her body, sending shockwaves to her pussy. Repeatedly, he fondled her nipples, now hard enough to push through her bra and her top. She ran her hands up and down his back, savouring the feel of his muscles. The man's hand moved down to her thigh. Natalie opened her legs much wider, encouraging him to move upwards. The man did, sliding his fingers slowly up to her pussy. Natalie did her best to convince him she wasn't just a prick-tease. Her nerves had long since been swept away in a tidal-wave of arousal, and all she could think of was fucking him. She felt his fingers easily push aside the thin crotch of her thong. God, how she loved it when his fingers started exploring her slippery opening! And she knew what was likely to happen next. Unable to resist, despite the brief time she'd known the man and their partial visibility to other people, Natalie move her hand to his crotch. She started caressing his big erection, moving her hand up and down the hardness in his trousers. It felt deliciously warm, even through the material. Her pussy, which he continued to stroke, was absolutely throbbing for his prick. Natalie knew she was giving herself to a total stranger, as much as he wanted to take, which could be everything if he wanted it. Deftly, she undid his trousers not caring if they were observed, and slid her hand inside his boxers. God, his prick felt so good! It was so hot, too, and she felt the dribble of his pre-cum seeping down the shaft. He was moving inexorably towards a climax, while she herself desperately wanted to cum. 'Not yet,' she thought, 'please not yet!' They had to leave, and now, or they'd end up fucking on the floor. "Let's go somewhere more private," she whispered. By now, Natalie wanted him to fuck her so much she might have done it there and then if he'd wanted them to. By now, she'd fuck him wherever he wanted to fuck her. Surely he was going to fuck her, wasn't he? Rapidly, he did his zip back up while Natalie smoothed her skirt down. Unsteadily, they rose to leave. He had intended taking her to his car, but before they'd gone a few steps, they started kissing passionately again. While they did so, the man undid Natalie's blouse. Then he freed her breasts over the top of her bra, allowing him to stroke and fondle her nipples far more freely. Natalie felt lifted on a rising tide of absolute pleasure. This was what she'd needed for so long - direct, sexual attention, to relieve that ache that she felt so often deep inside her pussy. She felt a hand lift her skirt hem up past her hips and then slide across to the honeyed sweetness between her thighs. Natalie moved her legs wider, giving him easier access, not caring that she could be making a thorough exhibition of herself. Where anyone could be watching, she had her breasts were exposed, her dress lifted up, and a stranger's fingers pleasuring her open pussy. But the very wantonness of her actions only excited her more. Even if it was dark, the thought of other people, casual strangers, being able to see her casually fucking made her even more excited. They never made it to the privacy of the car. He laid her down on the grass at the rear of the club, but still in full view of passers-by. Natalie was, indeed, going to get a very public fucking, but by now she didn't care as long as it really was a fucking. As he knelt before her, her hands went to his trousers to undo them. She pulled them down, followed by his underpants. Quickly, he pushed them from his ankles. His stiff prick sprang free, very erect and splendid in size. His hands slid under her arse, which she lifted for him. In a move she realised he must have done often before, his fingers slid inside the waistband of her thong and slipped it down to the top of her thighs. In seconds, the flimsy garment lay on the grass by her feet. Free at last, Natalie opened her legs wide to make it easy for him. She ached to be fucked, but moved her hand to his prick while he caressed her clit and pussy with his fingers. It wasn't huge, but right then it was all she could have wished for. Her pussy pulsated as she thought of taking it all inside her. Then he moved closer. There were people passing close by, she could hear them, but by now she didn't care if they saw or not. She lifted her legs high and wide so the stranger could fuck her easily. Then, she helped him position his phallus just right. Slowly, he moved forwards. At last, she felt her pussy-lips being parted as he started to ease his prick inside her. At long last, Natalie was, indeed, being fucked by another man. Her hands went to his butt and started to pull, so eager was she to have him fuck her at last. His thickness stretched her wide, then wider, as he pushed into her. Deeper and deeper she felt his prick penetrate her. Natalie had never felt so stretched and filled, it was fantastic. At last his pubic bone rubbed against her clit. She gasped out her intense pleasure, telling him how good his prick felt. In seconds, the man's warm fullness was moving slowly, smoothly, in and out of her pussy. A couple of minutes after that, he was thrusting his cock in and out of her very firmly indeed. Natalie wailed her delight, imploring him to fuck her as hard as he liked. In another couple of minutes, the torrent of exquisiteness reached an impossible new high. Her eyes tight shut, her head rolling from side to side, her stranger's thrusting brought on the orgasm of her life. Natalie's hips writhed and bucked wildly beneath him as she tried to making the feelings even more intense. Through it all, she felt his prick firmly pulsing in and out of her burning, yearning pussy. All she could think was 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.' After her orgasmic explosion, the man continued to fuck her energetically. Natalie lifted her thighs high up round his waist so she could take his thrusting prick fully inside her. He was fucking her more quickly and strongly now. She took hold of her knees, now up beside her chest, and pulled them wide apart so it felt like he was gloriously splitting her apart. His prick head was touching her cervix with every thrust, she could feel it, and she just hoped her birth control pills really were as strong as she thought they were. They were going to need to be! It felt he like fucked her for ever, but it can't have been for more than a few minutes. Natalie came again and again, losing count of the times. Finally, as her latest orgasm was ebbing, he thrust his prick hard into her and held it there. Natalie felt his body stiffen. New waves of orgasmic pleasure broke over her as she felt this strange man spurting squirt after squirt of his warm cream into her, spurting it strongly against her cervix. He kept his prick deep inside her until he'd finished coming. Then, his cock slipped gently out of her. Natalie was still in an orgasmic haze as he slowly disengaged from her, kneeling in front of her once more. She felt too empty too quickly. God, she thought, what a fantastic fucking! She wanted it again, and soon. He searched for his trousers to get dressed, while she pulled her skirt back down and re-buttoned her blouse. The man offered to take her home, or go to her place maybe? Natalie refused, convincing him that what had just happened was the only thing that she wanted. She'd just wanted him to fuck her, not some kind of relationship and that they should part with that memory. Looking regretful, he rose and then turned to head towards his car. Natalie knew that, despite the intensity of their fucking, she wasn't really satisfied yet. She wondered just how keen he was to fuck her again. After all, she still had that feeling of emptiness in her pussy. On impulse, she moved after him. Did he really want to fuck her again, she asked? His eyes lit up. Definitely, he said. Well, she said, they could compromise. Why didn't he take her over to the small hotel down the road? They might just let them hire a room for a couple of hours. Seconds later, she was in his car heading down the road. They almost dashed for the room. Once there, they pulled the clothes from each other in renewed eagerness. It was liberating to be totally naked with him, and God, did his prick look good! For the full two hours, he gave her the kind of fucking and all-over sexual attention she'd previously craved but only dreamed about. Sex with Les was good, very good, but this was on another planet. Three more times she had the fantastic sensation of his cum spurting up against her cervix. It was pure sexual bliss, far better than any daydream, however wild. Afterwards, when they were both exhausted, he took Natalie back to her car. She refused to give him any personal details, saying if he went to Singles Nights regularly, he'd be sure to meet her again. And yes, she'd fuck him again, willingly. Smiling, he thanked her - as she did him! - and he moved off back to the pub. Unsteady again, Natalie climbed into her car and drove home. When she got there, Les was waiting. One look at her told her all he needed to know. Natalie told him that maybe they ought to go to bed. Once there and naked, she told him everything, letting him examine a pussy that was still oozing profusely with sperm. It turned Les on far more than either of them could have imagined. His prick was soon inside her, and he fucked her firmly. Very soon, she was moaning and squirming under him. As her writhing increased, so did the vigour of Les' fucking. At last, Natalie arched her back yet again that evening, and as the orgasm surged through her, she felt more semen, this time her husband's, spurting out within her. Once Natalie's spell was broken, there was no stopping her. She went to the Singles Night regularly, as well as using the hotel when she needed to. Les noticed she became less moody and more contented. Liberation had certainly met a need. END Comments and opinions on Venturer's stories are always welcome to: venturer@wowmail.com ******************************************************** Remember Venturer's Rule: Sex In The Head is great, but leave it in the imagination. Stories are stories and should be seen as just that ******************************************************** Kristen's collection - Directory 23