Sometimes You Just Can't Help It

It had been some time since I had been with anyone other than my husband. And I surely was not thinking of satisfying any urges I was feeling (frankly I wasn't really feeling any) or engaging in any adventures to satisfy my husband's craving my being slutty. Visiting a college with your kid isn't the time or the place for thoughts of sex with a stranger. Yet there was my husband's text:

"Baby. Here's the stuff I'm going to take care of today: grocery shopping, repairing the deck, cleaning the office, laundry, and encouraging you to find a cute Dad on the college tour to fuck later tonight."

"Sweetie! Thank you for all that EXCEPT the last one. You're so bad! Besides, if you saw the Dads on this tour you wouldn't be thinking of me getting frisky. Make sure you get lots of fruits and veggies when you go shopping," I replied, trying to change the subject.

"Of course I will. All the healthy things. Ok, if not a Dad on this campus, maybe the next one. Or a professor? You should just keep your eye out," was his reply. So tenacious. And so predictable. But it wasn't surprising. He would always get super frisky whenever I was away. I knew he didn't really mean I should find someone, this was just an expression of his lust for me while I was gone.

"Love you, baby. I'll take care of you when I get home, Mr. Frisky."

He replied with one of his "frisky" questions: "What is the percent chance you'll do something with someone? Or at least think of doing something with someone?"

"Zero and zero percent, baby! Now leave me alone!" I replied with mock (and a touch of genuine) annoyance. He replied with a heart emoji. I gazed out the window of the bus touring us through this little campus. I did feel a slight stirring as I thought of Jason and I having some proper time together when I got home. He owed me some orgasms and I was going to make sure I collected them. I smiled at his lust for me and then shoved those thoughts out of my mind to focus on our college adventure.

The bus stopped and we disembarked to visit the next stop on the tour. My gregarious daughter had already made a friend and had partnered up with them. They skipped along in front of us with the other kids as us parents stayed out of their way, watching them flap their little wings as they dreamed of exiting the nest. One of the dads put his hand on my shoulder and spoke.

"Amazing how fast they grow up," he said. "I am having the biggest deja vu of dropping my kiddo off at kindergarten and how it felt just like this.

He was right. It was all going so fast. I smiled at him and acknowledged the sentiment. For a brief moment my husband's frisky thoughts invaded mine as I, for less than a split second, considered this dad as a candidate for a slutty adventure (he was cute in his own way). I easily pushed the thoughts away. We continued with the tour as my mind wandered through years of sweet memories of our family.

Later that day, my daughter and her new friend informed me they wanted to have dinner together. I reminded her we were moving on to the next town right after the tour. Coincidentally they were going to the same college next. I conferred with their parents and we agreed to let them go discover the town together once we arrived. The parents had friends in that town they were having dinner with so I was excited to be on my own and not have to make small talk with strangers. I decided to find some good seafood and enjoy my book. I smiled, wishing my Jason were here with me.

In this new little town it wasn't hard to find great seafood and quaint little shops. I took full advantage of my time alone and enjoyed the opportunity to explore and reflect on what may be my daughter's new home, at least for a few years. I wandered through the streets after dinner and found a bookstore. Having just finished my latest mystery novel I popped in to see if I could find the next in the series.

The moment I walked in a fluffy kitty brushed against my leg which is, of course, the single, most definite sign this was a great bookstore. I imagined my life as that of a bookstore cat; well fed, well loved, and well rested from countless naps among the nooks and shelves, surrounded by the luxurious dusty smell of bookstore. I bent over at the waist and rubbed this ball of fur and was rewarded with deep purrs of pleasure.

"That's Olive," I heard a voice say. "He was born in this very shop."

"Olive!" I exclaimed. What a delightful, incongruous name for a cat. "How did he get the name?"

"Well his name was supposed to be Olivier but my daughter couldn't pronounce the last syllable when she was little. So her pronunciation stuck since it was just so darn cute to hear her say it, gender be damned."

"I had a cat named Oliver back in college," I almost shrieked. "He was a big boy just like this. And that story is very cute. Where is your daughter now?"

"That little kitten has left with the rest of the litter," he said. "She's off in college in California. It's just me and the books now."

Proclaiming that I went to college in California as well, I smiled in surprise at the cat and geographic connection. We engaged in surprisingly enjoyable conversation about life, parenting, books, the little town we were in and the college nearby. I delighted in meeting this intellectual, bookishly handsome, humorous man. He reminded me of my husband a little.

"Uh oh," I thought. Did I just think of having sex with this man? Damn Jason! He planted this seed. I felt myself flush a little and my mind wandered. I felt a touch of wetness between my legs. I scolded myself and tried to shut down this seed of desire from sprouting.

"What?" I heard myself say. I realized my mind had drifted and I hadn't heard a word he had said for at least the last 30 seconds.

"I said we are going to close soon. Was there a particular book you had in mind?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My mind wandered there for a second. I was looking for the latest book in the Louise Penny series. I'm not sure if it even out yet. I know they are a little pulpy but they are just so fun. The characters feel like friends at this point."

"I've read a couple and really enjoyed them," he replied. "But sadly we don't have the latest. We only got about half a dozen copies and they were all reserved before they got here."

"Well what are you reading now?"

"Well, um, I'm reading The Rachel Papers by Martin Amis," he replied with a combination of blush and matter-of-fact "I'm just going to say this quickly" tone.

"I've not heard of it," I replied. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Oh yes. Very much. But it is a very different story than a mystery novel. It's really quite erotic." He handed me his copy from next to the register, now with an air of confidence. I opened it to a random page and read a passage.

"Oh my! I seemed to have turned just to the right page," I laughed nervously. He asked me to read the passage. I demurred. He asked again, encouraging me to share. Feeling bold to match his confidence, I decided to do it. Slowly, I began to speak.

"Move my hand over her bronze tights, tracing her hip-bone, circling beneath the overhang of her buttock, shimmer flat-palmed down the back of her legs, U-turning over the knee, meander up her thighs, now dipping between them for a breathless moment, now skirting cheekily round the side. It hovers for a full quarter of a minute, then lands, soft but firm, on her cunt."

I found myself almost breathing out the last word. I couldn't believe I had read that, out loud, to a total stranger. I looked up at him. His gaze pierced mine. I took a deep breath in as I closed the book and held it to my chest. I could feel my heart pounding. The hint of wetness was now undeniable. We said nothing as he put his hands together, holding them as if he would reach out and reenact that exact passage were he not to keep them occupied. "Did you say the store was closing soon?" I asked.

"We are closed now," he replied.

"Good," I said.

He walked towards me. The cat meowed. I closed my eyes. I heard him lock the door behind me. Oh my God. I was about to be fucked. How did I go from "zero and zero percent, baby" to this? At this point it didn't matter. I was about to be taken and I was going to make this man cum. For a brief second, I thought "please let him be a good lover". It didn't matter at this point; it was going to happen. But I wanted it to be good, dammit.

I felt his hands on my shoulders behind me. They moved down my arms and then his arms wrapped around me. He kissed the back of my neck. I felt a shudder through my body. He kissed my ear. Oh, this was nice. I turned around to kiss him, the book still clutched to my chest. Oh my. My lips met his and opened to let our tongues explore each other. He held me closer. I felt his erection against my leg. My desire was growing by the second. I needed this man inside me.

"We are going to go behind the bookcases to the reading area," he stated. "But first you're taking your shirt and pants off here."

We were standing right in front of the store windows, filled with their books on display. This surprise of dominance from him felt exactly right. I smiled and began moving my hands over my body to indicate that I will do as I am told. I slowly removed my shirt, exposing my lightly padded (and very unsexy) bra. I kicked off my shoes (happy I brought some extra, semi-sexy shoes after all) and removed my pants, my stretchy cotton panties partially coming down with them. I pulled them back up as I turned around and pushed my full, round ass towards him and swayed my hips as I walked towards the back of the store. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra. Slipping it off my shoulders and dropping it to the ground, I gave my nipples a squeeze and a pull before I turned around and looked directly at him, teasing him by covering my breasts. I removed my hands, revealing my a-cup breasts to him, exposing my now growing and erect (very large) gumdrop shaped nipples to this stranger. I looked down at my body and back up at him, now seeing a man consumed by lust and passion. I could tell he liked what he saw. And that he loved my little show. I turned on a heel and walked behind the shelves to the reading area.

I heard him behind me. He swung me around and pulled me close. We made out passionately as I unbuttoned his shirt. I peeled it off him as his hands explored my body. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. (It never takes men long to do that; my nipples seem to have gravity of their own that pull men's mouth in as if they were little black holes.) I began to undo his belt when he stepped back.

"Bend over. Take your panties off. I want to see all of you."

I did as I was told. I found myself about to spread my ass just a little for him with one hand. "Too slutty," I thought and released it before going full stripper on him. I turned back towards him. "Now you," I said.

He didn't turn around. He simply removed his belt with one smooth motion and dropped his pants. Stepping out of them, he pulled down his boxers. Now fully nude in front of each other, we stepped forward again into each other's embrace. His cock throbbed the moment I put it in my hand. So thick. Longer than my husband. His hand, soft yet firm, found my cunt. I gasped. His fingers spread my lips. I kissed him deeply, asking for more. His fingers entered me easily, my wetness engulfing him. I moaned. I needed this cock.

"Please take me," I said. "Fuck me. I need you." I turned around and bent over the table behind me. I was both shocked by how I was giving myself to this man so quickly yet felt like I couldn't have him quickly enough. This was when I reached back with one hand and spread my ass for him. I looked back at him and said "I'm serious. Take me. Use me. I need your cock."

He spared no time and wasted no movement. His hands found my hips and his cock, as hard as any cock I've ever felt, parted my lips and plunged into me. He immediately began thrusting, pounding me. Oh my God this was good. He knew how to fuck. "Take me, take me, take me, deeper, deeper," I moaned. He abided by slowing his thrusts, pounding into me and holding his cock against my cervix. This was perfection. I began to cum and announced that I was doing just that.

"I'm cumming oh fuck I'm cumming!" He responded by fucking me even harder. If he was hard before he was petrified at this point. I loved this cock and loved every stroke. My legs shook. I began to gush and didn't care. I let it flow and gush out of me with abandon. My orgasm continued to build. My panting matched the waves of pleasure building with every thrust. Slowly it subsided. Sensing this, he changed his tempo, slowly sliding in and out with long, deep strokes. It was amazing that he was giving me time to recover and enjoy the mind erasing orgasm I just experienced.

He pulled out of me. "Suck my cock," he demanded.

I turned and dropped to my knees. I grabbed the base of his cock and immediately engulfed his thick head in my mouth. He wanted more. With his hand on the back of my head he slowly pushed his cock into my throat, gagging perfectly as I struggled to accommodate his invading my throat. I took over, trying to swallow every bit. I worked him past my gag reflex and swallowed him deep into my tight throat, massaging his cock with deep, slow swallows. He had to be about seven and a half inches and his thickness was perfection. Any more so and I probably couldn't have deep throated him. Any less and I wouldn't be worshipping it the way I am now. I felt drunk with hormones and sex. I thought of the oysters I had at dinner. Maybe they were particularly strong aphrodisiacs after all. It didn't matter. I was going to give myself fully to this man and let him use me as much as he wanted.

I worked his cock as I heard him moan. Was he about to cum? God I wanted his cum. I needed it. I doubled my efforts, moving him in and out of my throat. He seemed to enjoy the way I was struggling to swallow him. He moaned again. I felt his orgasm building. I felt some cum rise from my throat on my tongue. It was happening. I took him as deep as I could, wanting him to cum down my throat, directly into me. But he pulled back, resting the head of his swelling cock on my tongue. Another gush. Then another. Then fuck, a huge stream! I'd never felt so much cum!

"Keep your mouth on it. Take it. Take it all. Don't swallow. Just let it fill your mouth," he said breathlessly. I did as I was told. He pumped ribbon after ribbon of cum into my mouth. I was full. It spurted out around the sides, dripping down my chin and on to my little tits. He grunted and moaned as he continued to cum. He pulled out of my mouth. The last two jets of cum landed on my cheeks and lips. "Don't swallow," he said again through his labored breathing.

Again, I did as I was told. He held his cock in front of me. I held his cum in my mouth as best I could, feeling it leaking out the sides, joining the rivulets of cum now dripping down my cheeks. He sighed as his orgasm fully subsided.

He stood me up, giving me a quick kiss on my cum covered lips. "I need more of you. I want you again." He moved to my breasts, sucking my nipples gently as he slid his fingers back inside me. His cum continued to swirl in my mouth. "Do you want me to take you again?"

Unable to speak with my mouth full of his sweet and salty seed I nodded, suddenly feeling exposed in front of this handsome man for the first time.

"Good girl," he said. "Now swallow my cum and kiss me."

Some of his cum spilled out of my mouth and on to my breasts before I swallowed most of his huge mouthful of cum and moved towards him. Our bodies pressed together and his semi hard, wet cock pressed against my upper thigh. I thought briefly of Jason and how he was going to love this story. And how telling him about how I kissed this man and shared his cum with him would make him flip. And how much he would love pictures and videos of this encounter.

(On background, I liked that the men I would have these trysts with would know I was married but I didn't always like exposing Jason's love of my being slutty with them. It was fun letting them think that this was going to be our little secret that my husband would never know about. That's when an idea struck me.)

"I'm may not ever come back to this town," I said between kisses. "Would you like to take some photos to remember this? Maybe a video or two?"

"I'd love that," he replied. He reached down and picked his pants up off the floor to get his phone. I interrupted his movements.

"Let's use my phone," I said. That way I can send them to you and we can both have them. "It's in my pants in the front of the store," I said with a wink, guessing that if he enjoyed me getting half naked there earlier he would love seeing me nude and covered in cum going back up to get them. Cutely he said "be quick! I need you" as if the 40-foot round trip would take too long.

I quickly darted to the front of the store, realizing it was getting darker outside. I would have to go soon but needed to give myself to this man again. And needed to make this personal porn for my husband. Most of all, I needed another orgasm from this amazing man. I returned to the back, phone in hand. I passed it to him.

"How would you like me to pose?" I grinned.

"Oh, a photoshoot! This is going to be fun. Um, give me a second," he said. He walked past me and grabbed a book from the shelf. It was a photobook of Helmut Newton's work. "Let's see... Ah, let's start with this."

He placed the book on the table. There was a pose of a woman legs shoulder width apart, hands clasped in front of her pussy.

Click click click went he finger against the glass of the phone. I could tell he was taking multiple photos. He turned the page and then instructed me to put my hands on my hips, fingers touching at my belly button. Click click click. I could feel the cum on my face and chest. He asked me to throw a hip to the left. Then to the right. Then he began to ignore the book.

"Bend over. Beautiful. Now look back at me. Oh you're gorgeous. Arch your back. Now pinch one of your nipples. God, that's perfect." HIs instructions continued. I turned towards him.

"I need some with you, please," I said.

We embraced and took a selfie. I dropped to my knees and took his semi hard (but still large, he was for sure a shower) cock in my mouth. I licked the tip with just the tip of my tongue. He took photo after photo and was quickly getting hard again. His passion was undeniable. I engulfed the head of his cock with my full lips.

"That's enough photos," he said. "I need you." We kissed as I took the phone from him.

"How do you want me," I asked seductively. Looking down at the phone, I turned the camera on and began capturing a video. I placed it on the shelf just next to the table. It was in the perfect position to capture anything that was about to happen for my husband.

"I want to see you and look in your eyes when I take you. Lay on the table." He threw some throw pillows and blankets that had been lying on some beanbags in the corner on to the table. I hopped on to the table and laid back. As I pushed myself back, the blanket under me gliding over the smooth wood, I spread my legs and placed my hand on my now red, swollen lips. I spread them for him as I grabbed and squeezed my breast with my other hand.

He looked directly at me, his cock at full attention. Pulling my hips to the edge with a swift motion, he moved my ass to the very edge of the table. My cunt lay open and wet for him as he positioned his cock at my entrance. I braced myself for what was to come as he ran his hands down my shoulders to my breasts then hips and lifted my legs up against his chest, placing my ankles on his shoulders. I knew I was in for another amazing pounding. And then it began.