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 Ponderings

   The hot water from the shower seems to revitalize me after one of the
craziest nights of my life.  Fred is already up preparing breakfast; we'll
do some grocery shopping this morning then maybe catch a movie in the
afternoon.  Toweling off, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror; what
was I thinking last night?  Submitting to that obnoxious man, I really
thought I had more self control.  I will never admit this to Fred, but the
greatest excitement I get from dating other men; is the anticipation of
coming home and telling him all the sorted details.  Then it hits me, it
wasn't as much Justin who brought me to knees, but the thought of how Fred
would react to his dominant wife submitting to his office rival, a man he
basically hates.  True, Justin's sexual prowess brought me to several
orgasms, but letting him know his place above Fred in the sexual food chain
thus humiliating my husband even more is what really did it for me.

   The rest of the day goes by quickly, with my sister stopping by for
dinner and Fred and I finally cuddling on the couch and watching a movie
before bed, a very nice way to end the weekend.

   Monday morning I get up and go for my daily run around the neighborhood.
Since I'm no longer playing any sports, I need to do something to maintain
my figure and a morning run is a great way to wake up.  Getting back to the
house, I make my way upstairs and start removing my runners as Fred gets
out of the shower drying his hair.

   Good morning Rachel, the shower's all yours.  I'll get started on
breakfast, what should we eat this morning?

   Feeling devilish, I sit back down on the side of the bed and point down
to the floor in front of me.  Fred hastens to kneel there, looking up at me
curiously.  Lifting my right leg, I run my sweaty sock covered foot over
his face, telling him he can start with my right foot.  Lovingly, he
removes the little sports sock and starts to gently suck on my little toe,
slowly working his way through all five.  I suppress a shiver, as he runs
his tongue down the arch; kissing and licking my heel then working his way
back up again.  He repeats his tender loving care again with my left foot.
Removing my foot from his face, I get up and walk to opposite side of the
room.  I lean against the wall and take off my shorts, dragging down my
panties as well.  Pointing to the floor in front of me, I tell him to
hurry; we don't want to be late for work.  He crawls over in front of me on
his knees and buries his face in my pussy, concentrating on my clit. 
Holding his head with both hands, I grind myself against him.  It doesn't
take very long before the orgasm hits me.  Walking towards the bathroom I
call out: "I'll just have some cereal dear", before getting in the shower.

   Fred always leaves before me in the morning.  I don't have to start
until a little later, so being able to avoid traffic is always a plus. 
Dressed in his navy blue business suit, he'll be presenting a new
initiative he's been working on in front of the board later this morning. I
walk him to the door, and then surprise him by pinning him to the wall and
kissing him, my left arm draped around his neck.  He's startled at first,
but quickly returns the kiss, both his hands around my waist.  Taking his
left hand off my waist, I guide it to my breast, which he soon begins
groping.  Then I snake my right hand between us and eventually find his
cock straining against his pants.  I rub him gently at first, running my
hand up and down it.  His sharp intake of breath tells me he's close, so I
speed up my hand motion.

   Rachel, I'm very close to cumming...  please?

   I tell him that he may cum, and then continue kissing him.  Seconds
later, he's panting against my mouth and I feel his little cock pulsing and
then some wetness soaking through the crotch of his pants.  Taking my hand
away, I tell him to have a nice day at work with a peck on the cheek. 
Twenty minutes later I'm dressed and driving to work, what a nice way to
start the week.

   Mondays are always a busy time at the office.  All the departmental
requests that were received late on Friday and all the "emergency"
technical problems coming up on Monday make for a hectic day.  After a
quick lunch with my friend Susan, I meet with Charles in his office.  He's
booked me for a conference in Vegas in three weeks; I'll have to ask Fred
if he can get a few days off to come with me.  We make a date to go for
"drinks" on Wednesday after work while Fred's at basketball.  Then it's
back to fixing problems for the rest of the day.

   Fred's already home when I get in.  He's picked up some take out and we
eat in front of the tv, going over how each other's day went.  His
presentation was a success, even with Justin berating several of his
observations and initiatives.  He did feel quite uncomfortable spending the
day and presenting after cumming inside his pants, but the most difficult
part of his day was facing Justin.  He told me that I was not mentioned
during the day, but the tension of him knowing made it difficult to focus
on work.  I let him know that I'm sure he'll overcome it and everything
would be alright.  Getting to bed early, which is our usual routine on a
Monday night, I watch the news and sports highlights with Fred's face
between my legs.  There's no rush before bed, so he takes his time teasing
me a little before making me cum.  We fall asleep in each other's arms.

   The rest of the week goes by pretty uneventfully.  I meet up with
Charles after work on Wednesday, with his wife at the book club and Fred
playing basketball; we're free to spend a couple of hours together in the
office suit at the Hilton which we keep for out of town guests.  Even
though Charles is an older man, he is very sexually adept.  We make love
for hours and his tenderness combined with his large cock has me cumming
over and over again.  It really does feel good to have "normal" sex with a
man who I like and respect.  Getting home late, Fred's already lounging on
the sofa watching tv.  He's brought me some left over pizza from the pub he
and the boys go to after basketball and I sit down beside him to eat while
watching the Simpsons.  After I'm finished eating, I have him sit behind me
and massage my neck and shoulders, 3 hours of sex can be quite the workout.
In bed, Fred makes me cum twice with his mouth, after a date, he's always
so much more attentive to me down there.  I guess he feels jealous of the
other men who get to fuck his wife; he's so cute that way.

   Friday night I'm restless.  I don't fall asleep until way past 3am,
anticipating Justin's visit the next day.  He's coming over to our house,
which is something I have never done in the past.  The story is that he's
meeting Fred here at eleven and they'll drive to the gym together to work
out.  Waking up around nine on Saturday, I go for my run then head into the
yard to take care of the lawn and make some futile attempts weeding the
garden.  Fred's inside cleaning the bedroom and taking care of the laundry.
10:30 comes around pretty quickly so I hurry up to take a shower and get
ready.  I have Fred prepare my outfit for the afternoon, just a little silk
kimono, something easy to take off.

   While I'm drying my hair, the doorbell rings.  I tell Fred to let Justin
in and give him a tour of the house while I finish getting ready.  I hear
them talking downstairs while Fred gives him the guided tour of the main
floor.  My heart skips a beat when I hear them coming upstairs.  Tying the
little belt around my waist to keep the kimono closed, I leave the in suit
bathroom just as Justin and Fred walk in.

   Ah, so this is the bed where I'll be fucking your wife.  Hello Slut, I
see you've dressed for the occasion.

   Walking towards me, Justin opens the kimono, revealing my body.  Holding
me by the shoulder with his left hand, he openly fondles my left breast
with the other.  My breathing becomes ragged and I can't help but look over
at Fred, who's still standing at the doorway, looking embarrassed.  After
twisting my nipple roughly and making me yelp, his hand trails down my
stomach and between my legs.  Without any warning he roughly jams three
fingers into me.  I look away from my husband and stare into this bastard's
eyes, I can't help but moan.  I'm deeply embarrassed at how wet I am... 
how wet the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of me are.  I collapse
against him with my head and arms on his shoulders as he violates me with
his fingers, right in front of my husband.

   I'm on the verge of cumming when he pulls his fingers out of my pussy.
Left suddenly empty, I face him, moving my body closer to him so I can
grind myself against his leg.  Looking into my eyes, he brings his wet
fingers up my face and forces them into my mouth.  I lick and suck my
juices from his fingers as I frantically hump the front of his leg. 
Removing his fingers from my mouth, he turns me around completely, facing
my husband, with one hand gripping my hair like a vice and the other back
to fondling my breast.  Seeing my husband standing in the doorway, in his
t-shirt and light blue basketball shorts, I'm ashamed of myself.  A tear
even rolls down my cheek as I look into my husband's eyes and beg:

   Please master, this slut needs your hard cock...  please use my pussy,
my mouth or even my ass.  I'll do anything you want, but please put your
big cock inside me.

   My husband suddenly jerks, his face becoming red with embarrassment. 
Looking down, I see a small but obvious dark circle form in the crotch of
his light blue basketball shorts.  I hear Justin's voice behind me:

   It's time for you to leave Fred.  Be back in 3 hours, you'll have a lot
of cleaning up to do.

   Justin throws me face down onto the bed and I hear the front door close
as I feel his weight on top of me and his cock plunge into my pussy.
   To be continued???