One Crazy Bitch
I'm married and I've used a dating site to fuck a few babes on the side. It's great. I don't think there's an easier way to get laid. The best part is that there are more women looking for one-night stands than anything else. I get my rocks off and I never have to see any of them again. I cheated a few times with one of my wife's friends, but I won't go down that road again. The stress from worry that she will confess is almost unbearable. I still cringe every time I see the two of them together, and it's been two years since that affair ended. I've had no trouble at all with the chicks I've banged through the Net.
I've made a promise to myself that I would only have one-night stands, but this babe named Rachel is an exception. She's a gym instructor, and I think that says volumes about what her body is like. When we met face to face she wore a tight dress that left little to the imagination and walked right up to me, almost pushing her tits in my face and asked me if I was Jake Steed (my online alias). It was a very cool first impression. I bought her a few drinks and looking at her gave me a hard on in the bar. She made a wish come true when she put her hand on my tent and suggested we go somewhere private.
When we got to her place there was a truck in the driveway. She told me to wait in my car because it was odd that it wasn't in the garage where it should be. Her husband commuted to work and it wasn't his turn to drive. I waited, and she came out and waved that it was OK. As I walked up and mentioned something about a close call she put her finger to her lips and shushed me. I was really confused now, but she pulled me close and whispered in my ear that her husband was passed out on the couch but she was so horny she wanted me right now. She said he was so drunk he would never wake up and that all we had to do was sneak past him and get upstairs into her bedroom.
I said no, and I called her nuts, but she pulled me really close and started stroking my cock through my pants. "I know you want me. Let's do it."
This was one crazy bitch. I would never even have thought about doing something so dangerous and I was trying to leave, but having her whisper like that in my ear was damn sexy. At that moment, I was definitely not thinking with my brain.
Her husband was passed out on their couch as she had said. There were a dozen beer cans on the coffee table and the T.V. was blaring. He was a lot bigger than me, but I'm in much better shape so I thought I might have a chance in a fight if he woke up. Rachel boldly ran in front of me. I wasn't sure what she was up to but she turned around, pulled down her dress a bit to flash me a tit and then pranced up the stairs. I followed, but very carefully doing my best to step as lightly as I could.
She must have had fifty dildos and vibrators in her room. She also had some very cool flavored lubricants- blueberry cheesecake was awesome. We almost went though a whole bottle of that stuff. We tried to do everything quietly, and it gave an extra element to everything that we did. We whispered whenever we spoke or moaned, and it was incredibly sensual. Rachel told me that she wanted to swallow all my come, to make sure we didn't get any on the sheets. I had my first orgasm right down the back of her throat and I couldn't wait to do it again.
I fucked her missionary style very slow, and then she gave me a special treat by pulling one leg over her head and allowing me to stick it in her sideways. I rolled her nipples in my fingers and she arched her back and whispered for me to go fast.
The fucking phone rang. She jumped off my cock and I have never felt so robbed in my life. We didn't answer it and sat there on the bed looking at each other while I held my aching cock and listened intently to see if her husband had woken up. We heard him walk across the house and answer it on the third ring. I could even hear his muffled voice as Rachel looked at me and whispered, "What do we do?"
The only response I had was, "I don't know."
She then insisted that I get into he closet and started gathering my clothes. I was trying to protest until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I hurriedly helped her bunch them up and got in the closet without taking the time to put anything on.
I couldn't see a thing as he came into the bedroom and asked her what she was doing. She was still naked and she said she was having a good time without him. He offered to help her out and she snapped that she was finished and she didn't need any help from his drunken ass. They started yelling at each other pretty heavy and for a moment I thought he might hit her, but he called her a bitch and said he was going out. My chest heaved a sigh of relief when I heard his footsteps thump down the stairs and the front door slam shut behind him.
I got the hell out of there after that because we couldn't be sure when he was going to come back. She apologized to me again and again and promised she would make it up to me sometime when it was safe.
So you see my problem. Normally I wouldn't go though with a second date but I never got the chance to fuck that tight little ass. I have a date tonight to do exactly that. This time we're meeting in a hotel so I'm going to make sure she gets it all. I know I should probably stay away from this one because she's a crazy bitch- but hell, how can I resist?
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