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Click hereJust as I thought how good he was not to come inside me, he slammed back into me and pounded me hard. He was like a jack hammer. I didn't think I could take any more but I did. I took all he could give me and loved it. It was only a few minutes before I thought I was going to pass out with pleasure when he grunted and I felt him throb inside me as he released his come. I felt every splash as he coated my insides.
My God. I've never been fucked like that. It shouldn't have happened. I'm a happily married woman who shouldn't be getting fucked in the back of a van by a bloke I've only just met in real life. At this moment I didn't care. It was total ecstasy and I loved it.
He slipped out of me and a trail of his come followed, running into the crack of my bottom. I felt empty. I wanted more. I knew he could come more than once. Could he do it today? I hope so.
As I laid there panting, sweating with come running from me, he climbed off me and knelt by my head.
His cock, still semi erect was right beside my face.
"Suck it," he said.
I've tasted come before and didn't like it. I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste of him mixed with me wasn't bad so I sucked like it was going out of fashion. My jaw was aching a bit, being open so far to get him in and I was about to give up when I felt his fingers slipping into m come filled pussy..
Bliss! My pussy wasn't empty any more. He scooped his come from me and began to rub it round my rear hole. I took my mouth off his cock.
"No. That's exit only" I said.
" Not today, it isn't." He replied as he pushed a finger into a place where nothing has been before. At the same time he pushed my head back to his now almost fully hard cock.
Wow!. That was a strange feeling having something back there. Strange but somehow good.
He kept on using his come to lubricate my small hole until he could get two fingers in comfortably.
With fingers in my pussy and bottom and a cock in my mouth I was really full. Nothing like this had ever happened to me and it was wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
All my thoughts had been on what was happening below my waist and I didn't notice that his cock was now fully hard again. Is he going t fuck me again? I hope so.
He picked me up, turned me over and put me on my knees. Kneeling behind me he slid straight into me. Oh! That was so good. I came as soon as he got into me. As he slowly fucked me he worked his fingers into my bottom. I nearly collapsed with pleasure. I didn't know that something I thought of as disgusting could feel so good.
I felt so empty again when he pulled out of me. I had to put my hand between my legs and play with myself. I soon found out why he pulled out when I felt the fat head of his cock pushing against my rear hole. With all the come he had put in there plus the lubrication from me he boldly went where no man had been before..
He sank right in. His pubic hairs were ticking my bottom. What a feeling! My pussy was feeling the lack of attention so I pushed my fingers into myself and fucked myself to match his strokes.
God! This was out of this world. The feeling of his hard cock stretching my rear hole was amazing. I wish I'd done this earlier in my life. I hoped he would be able to keep going. I wanted more.
He did keep going for quite a while, and I kept coming. I felt him pulse inside me and I knew he was coating my insides. He pulled out and I felt two big spurts up my back, one of them actually hitting the back of my head.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the filthy carpet. I turned my head and noticed my watch.
"Oh! God." I cried. "I'm going to have to go right now. I must get home and cleaned up before my husband comes home." as I frantically looked around for my clothes.
Jack grabbed me and said, "Don't go. I'll be ready for another go in a couple of minutes."
"Get off me. I have to go." as I pushed him away and picked up my top.
I put my top on, found my skirt and struggled into that while fending off Jack's hands.
I opened the door and peered out. There was nobody around so I jumped out and made it to my car in double quick time.
Thankfully the traffic was light and I made good time home. I was in a panic now and feeling really guilty about what I'd done. It was the best sex I'd ever had but it should never have happened. I don't know what the hell I was thinking about agreeing to meet Jack.
I made it home and took a quick look around to see if anybody was about before I made a dash for the house. I realised that time was going to be tight to remove all the traces of this afternoon before my husband came home so I rang him and asked him to bring a takeaway in. That bought me about another half hour to get ready.
Running up the stairs to the shower, I tried to take my top off but it was stuck to my back with dried come. In the bathroom I dropped my skirt on the floor and stepped into a hot shower. The hot water soon loosened my top and I managed to get it off.
I was covered in dry come, bits of grass cuttings and oily marks from the carpet and it took an age to get it all off. Cleaning the shower afterwards took more time than I expected it to.
Eventually I was all done and just had time to hide my skirt and top and get myself dried and dressed. I paid particular attention to my hair as I'd read somewhere that looking freshly showered when it wasn't expected could raise suspicion.
My husband's car pulled into the drive, just as I had put the kettle on and plates on the table.
Phew! I think I made it OK. All I had to do now was act normal.
Over our meal we talked about the usual things that married couples talk about and I didn't notice any signs of suspicion from my husband, which was good. After watching TV for a while my husband said that he was going to have an early night as he'd had a rough day at work.
There was a programme on later that I wanted to watch so I said I'd be up later. That was good because I don't think my sore pussy could have taken another round of sex.
My husband was snoring when I went to bed so I was safe from his attentions. I tried to sleep but couldn't. The afternoon was running through my mind and I still couldn't understand why I'd even considered meeting Jack, knowing that I would very likely get fucked.
I wasn't in love with Jack. I can't say I really liked him that much. He'd drawn me in. His cock picture, followed by the cyber sex drew me like a moth to a flame. Eventually it got to the stage where I had to find out if the real thing could be as good as the cyber sex. It was better, but that didn't take away the guilt.
After my husband left for work, I logged in to the gardening forum and spent a pleasant hour chatting. There was no sign of Jack, but that wasn't unusual. He wasn't on every day.
A week went by and Jack still hadn't turned up. I went to our room but it wasn't there any more. Jack must have closed it. All I had was the memory of that amazing afternoon of hot, sweaty, filthy, glorious sex.
Epilogue: Turns out, Jack's dibbler was very adept at putting down seed and the lying skank whore was pregnant. Hubby wasn't suspicious at first but the longer the pregnancy went on the more worried he'd become. They'd hit a dry patch where they hadn't gotten along well and had gone without sex for about six weeks. The timing wasn't right. He did a DNA test after the brat arrived. Because the court system has it's head up it's collective ass it took a year, but finally he was free of his cheating skank and not responsible for raising another man's welp. She looked frantically for Jack but never found him. She ended up just another stupid single mom trying to raise a kid on her own with very little skills or support. But, she always had the memory of an erotic afternoon in a van... right????? Dumb bitch.
He'll find out... They always do. And that day when your deception is uncovered (let's keep our fingers crossed) will go something like this:
Husband - I have had this cold for a while now and I can't seem to shake it, but I will be alright just knowing that I am taking care of my sweetheart, my love bug. Come to think of it I should make an appointment for the doctor too ...... I'm burning up, I think I have a fever 🥵
I loved it. To Anon from 8 months prior, more like a wife dipping into the life of a gutter slut for an afternoon. Very hot. Always exciting to see that everyday housewife discover her inner slut, even if only once.
This is the first of your stories I've read. I LOVE it! It's erotic and enticing from the opening lines. What a great job!