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My name is Jill and I am married. My husband Tom and I have two daughters and I have a son from a previous marriage. Tom and I have a good marriage and he is a good lover. Tom travels a couple of times a month and something burns inside me like the devil anytime he is away for any length of time. I work at an office with mostly women and all of our friends are couples so I am rarely in a situation where
I can flirt or be tempted by other men. I was faithful to Tom for the first 6 years of our marriage.
My first marriage was to Patrick. He got me pregnant during the end of my senior year of high school. Neither of us was mature enough to be married and I cheated on him constantly. I secretly fucked his friends and half a dozen guys at the factory where I worked in payroll. Being with those men gave me confidence that just fueled my appetite for more attention. I actually got fired from that job for having
sex with a coworker in a storage room. We got caught by the bitchy fat office manager. She couldn't wait to take me before the big boss and have me fired. She didn't know I had fucked him too. He had an apologetic look on his face when he had to let me go.
I went home and told Patrick the truth about why I got fired because I knew it was only a matter of time before the story got all over town. Pat had his suspicions about me, he caught me kissing one of his friends at a party a few weeks before. He had heard several rumors about me and they were probably all true. He had confronted me a few days before because he noticed a fresh stain in my panties that
were on the bathroom floor and he and I hadn't had sex in over a week. He just packed up his shit and left. We couldn't afford to get the divorce for a couple of years after that. Pat moved out of state and stopped paying support and eventually gave up parental rights for our son. He told everyone that I was a slut and he didn't think he was the father. I knew I could have taken him to court and proved the paternity and forced the support payments on him but I figured it was best to just cut the ties and move
on. He was so angry he would have just poisoned our son.
I moved back home with my mom and younger brother. That was total hell and I was totally miserable for the 18 months I was there. Mom didn't want to watch my son so the only time I ever had to go out was when Pat's parents watched him on the occasional weekend. My options for sex were almost non-existent. I was hooking up with a couple of different older married guys who I had met at a neighborhood bar.
I had no false expectations that these guys wanted anything meaningful or long term with me. It was just mutual buddy fucking.
My friend Cindy at work told me about her brother in law who was coming to stay with them after getting out of the Marines. She asked me if I was interested in going on a double date with them that weekend. She even showed me a picture of Tom in his dress blue Marine uniform. Tom was handsome and fit and as it turned out Pat's parents were keeping little Pat that weekend so I jumped at the chance to go
out on a real date. That is how I met Tom. He was everything you would expect in a 23 year old Marine Corporal. Sexy, strong and fun. After that first date we were almost inseparable. Six moths later, I had moved into Tom's apartment and we got married on my birthday a few months later.
A few years later and a couple of kids later we are living in a beautiful new home and I am a soccer mom. Tom has a great job is security consulting and life is pretty good. I am a realist and I never expected the passion and lust that Tom and I enjoyed early in our relationship to last. Tom travels for work regularly and I noticed in the internet history of the computer that he had been looking up escort
services for the cities he was traveling to. I was tempted to confront him with the evidence, but after talking with one of my girlfriends, I decided that if Tom was getting a little extra on the side with a call girl that it was better than some of the alternatives. I tried to do some things to spice up our sex. I bought some slutty lingerie online and took Tom into an adult bookstore nearby one night. There was a rack of swinger magazines in one area and I took one out of the rack and showed it to him. Later
I asked Tom if he ever thought about swinging and he said that those people were all weirdoes.
Tom stated playing poker with some guys in the subdivision on Friday nights. After the kids were in bed, I would get online on the computer in our bedroom. I downloaded a chat program and started exploring some adult chat rooms. I created a profile and listed some basic information and put my location as a town about 20 miles away. I wasn't sure what I was looking for but it was fun and I looked forward
to Tom's poker nights and encouraged him to stay out late.
I made a few interesting friends online. I actually created a couple of different profiles based on the mood I was in. Sometimes I just wanted normal intelligent chat, other times I wanted something steamy and erotic, sometimes I was in the mood for something totally kinky. I bought a web cam and turned it on for some regular friends and some kinky couples. I stated getting online during the week while
Tom was in the family room playing video games. It became an obsession. I found myself signing on with my kinky profile more and more. Some of my regular chat buddies were begging me to meet them for a real hookup. Some of them lived close enough to make it a real possibility.
I had a lot of really interesting offers from interesting men, women and couples, but I began to focus on one interesting guy who lived about an hour away named Greg. Greg wasn't especially handsome, he was slightly pudgy with a goatee. Greg is a little older than me. He has a way with words and seems to know exactly what turns me on.
He is intelligent and can be charming at times and dominating at other times. He knows how to be dirty without being vulgar and he is patient. Patience is a rare commodity among most guys online. Part of the fun and fantasy of this experience for me is to take it slowly. Like eating a gourmet meal slowly and savoring every mouthful. Some guys want to turn on their web cam and show me their cock like it is some kind of rare treat.
After you have seen as many cocks as me, it isn't a big deal. Greg seemed to understand that and by the time he finally showed me his cock I was begging to see it. It was Greg's idea to play strip poker online. I suck at Poker, so I was completely nude before his pants were even off. After that he made me promise to owe him sexual favors if I lost another hand. He told me if I lost the next hand I would
have to suck him off in his car. I agreed to the deal and then I lost the next hand. It was easy for me to agree to that because he didn't know my real name or where I actually lived or worked. It was just a game. By the time Greg was completely nude, I had lost 4 more hands and he had won the right to cum on my face and in my mouth and also to fuck me in a motel room for two hours and take pictures of me with a blindfold on. We masturbated together online. Greg made no attempt to nail me down on collecting the
sexual favors, but as I signed off that night paying up on my gambling debts was all I could think about.
Greg had my Yahoo email address and we had emailed a few times. When I got to work Monday I couldn't wait to get online and check my email. One of the girls that works next to me is very nosey and she always tries to read my computer screen when she walks past my desk so I waited until she went to the bathroom before I opened my Yahoo
email. There it was an email from Greg with the subject line of "time to pay up". I read the email quickly. Greg said that he would waive my debts if I would agree to meet him for dinner the next time Tom went out of town. I drafted about 5 different versions of a reply. I tried to think of something witty. I had already told Greg that Tom was going out of town for three days starting Wednesday. Finally at the end of the day I replied to Greg's email by simply stating "It's a deal".
Over the next couple of days we exchanged several more emails. Greg made all the arrangements. He told me to meet him at a restaurant that he thinks is 30 miles from my home, but is actually only 10 minutes from my work. I had arranged for a babysitter and I told Tom I was going out bowling with the girls from work.
I wasn't sure what Greg had in mind other than dinner, but got up early Thursday morning and shaved my legs and pussy. I put on some sexy black lace panties and matching bra. I put on a short dress that had a low-cut neckline and high heel pumps. Everyone at work was wondering why I was so dressed up. My friend Kelly even teased me about going on a date. I was evasive and just let them all wonder. As I
left work that day, I called Greg's cell phone. It was the first time we had ever talked on the phone. We had exchanged cell phone numbers the day before. To play it safe, I had bought one of those pay as you go cell phones.
Greg told me to look for a black Ford F150 pickup truck when I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. I was still talking to him on the phone when I pulled into the parking lot. He asked me to step out of my car and just stand next to the car so he could admire me from across the parking lot. He told me that I looked really hot and asked me if I was wearing any panties. I told him that I was. He
told me to put the phone down and to take the panties off right there on the spot and put them in my purse. I hesitated. Greg told me that it was the least I could do considering he was paying for dinner and that he had waived my other obligations to him. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and then I put the phone down and quickly slid my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them one leg at a time.
Greg approached me with an outstretched hand. I knew exactly what he expected. I handed him my panties and he smiled and slipped them into the pocket of his leather jacket. He took my arm and led me back toward his truck. I didn't even protest as he walked me toward the passenger side of his truck and opened the door for me. As Greg walked around to the other side of the pickup, I noticed a digital camera
and blindfold in the console. Greg got into the pickup, the keys were still in the ignition. He started the truck and then he looked at me and said it was my choice. We could either go into the restaurant and have dinner, or we could go down the road a couple of blocks to the Super 8 motel and he would "feed me". He placed his hand on my thigh and slid my dress up slowly. I turned toward him and spread my legs apart and pulled up the opposite side of my dress and let him get a good look and my pussy
which by now was so wet with my secretions that I was sure that I was going to leave a wet spot on the seat.
Greg demanded that I answer his question. I answered quietly, "feed me". He told me to say it louder. "I want you to feed me", I said louder. Greg was pretty confident in himself because he had already registered at the motel. He took me to the room and there waiting inside was a tray of cheese, snacks and some Coronas on ice.
I totally surrendered to Greg, allowing him to put his blindfold on me and undress me. He laid me on my back on the edge of the bed with my head hanging off the edge and fucked my mouth while pulling on my nipples. Greg told me I was his slut and he talked dirty to me like I had never experienced before. He made me lick his balls and made me beg for his cum. His cock was thick and he had on a leather cock
strap that hurt my mouth when he shoved his cock all the way in. My lips were being abused and I feared that I was going to end up with some marks around my lips that would be impossible to explain. Greg pulled my hair and I struggled to catch a breath. He pulled his cock out and slapped it across my lips and cheek. My skin was stinging and burning. Greg slid one hand under my head while holding the shaft of his cock with the other and forcefully fucked my throat. He called me his whore and made me beg for his
cum. I wasn't sure how much more of this treatment I could endure, but I never wanted to please a man more than I wanted to please Greg right then. I massaged my clit with my right hand and with my other hand I was pulling Greg from behind toward my face encouraging him to give it to me even harder.
That night while driving home, I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. My face was red and puffy. There was dried cum in my hair, and I smelled like sweat and cum. I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and I knew there was going to be a permanent stain on the back of this dress where the cum was collecting between
the cheeks of my ass.
The kids were asleep when I got home. I took a shower and put on a terry robe and sat down to my computer. When I got online I had an offline message from Greg with a link to a webpage where he had just posted about a dozen pictures he had taken of me. Even with the blindfold, I was sure Tom would recognize me in the pictures. It was a dangerous game, but that was part of the fun.
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