Don’t get me wrong, I love my boyfriend. He’s a great guy – smart, funny, sweet, and very much in love with me. A large part of me wants to marry him, to spend the rest of my life with him, but there’s a small part of me that wants something else. That part, to be perfectly frank, is located somewhere near my clit. My boyfriend tries, he really does, but he’s really not very attractive, for one thing, and for another, he’s pretty sexually inept.
I haven’t slept around very much, but every other lover that I’ve had before him has been much better in bed, and I miss being with a guy who knows how to fuck. I know I’m good looking and that it would be pretty easy to find someone else – who doesn’t want a hot, horny redhead in their bed? – but for a very long time I kept my urges in check. At least, I did until he went on vacation and I started a new job.
Like I said, I love my boyfriend and cheating wasn’t anything I had planned. But when I started working a new job at an upscale department store, I immediately noticed, and was noticed by, a guy who worked in my department, whose name was Mark. He was tall, leanly muscular, with the chiseled face of a male model and a gorgeous smile. With dark hair and blue eyes, he was basically the kind of guy I’d day-dreamed about since I started to notice the male of the species.
For the first couple of days I assumed that the drooling was completely one sided. He was hot, but I was sure that he was attached. He was always friendly, but I thought that was just the way he was. I was kind of surprised when one of the other girls, with no little bit of envy, told me that he’d been asking around to see if anyone knew if I had a boyfriend. She also said that he checked me out all the time, and that while he was a nice guy, he was a lot friendlier to me than he was to anyone else.
I was thrilled, I admit, but also a little scared. I was with someone, and I’d always looked down on cheaters, but I couldn’t deny the physical attraction between us. At the same time, I was feeling very ashamed of myself. How could I even be considering this?
Over the next few days his flirting grew more overt, and my willpower weakened. His casual touches and lingering looks made my breath catch, and his compliments and teasing sexual comments made it hard to remember that I did have a boyfriend. The fact that he was out of town just made it that much harder.
Things reached their boiling point when we closed one night. I’d been there about a week, and my boyfriend was going to be gone another two. Normally I took the train home, but that night Mark offered me a ride home. I told him it was pretty far, but he said he was going that way anyway. I knew I should say no, but I found myself agreeing anyway.
It wasn’t long before he asked the question we’d be dancing around all week. “So, do you want to go out sometime?”
I sighed and looked out the window. “I’m with someone,” I said in a small voice.
He was silent for a moment, but finally he spoke. “I was kind of under the impression that you were into me.”
“That’s the problem. I am,” I admitted. “I’m… I’m very attracted to you, but I don’t want to break up with my boyfriend. I’m sorry if I led you on.”
He pulled over to the side of the road, to my surprise and fear. Was he going to make me walk or something? “What are you doing?” I asked, confused.
Mark leaned over and kissed me, and I found myself kissing him back. He had a vintage car, something from the 60s or 70s, before they had bucket seats, and he pulled me over to him, his hands roaming my body. As he began to fondle my breasts I let out a low moan. Just as I began to grow insistent, however, he pulled back, leaving me frustrated and wanting.
“I want you,” he said, “and from that reaction clearly you want me too. And while I would definitely want to date you, if you can’t do that, I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
I turned away and raked my fingers through my hair. I had never wanted anything as badly as I wanted to fuck Mark right now, but cheating was, in my book, one of the major sins. I’d always thought that if you wanted to be with someone else that badly, you should break up with the one you’re with rather than fuck around on them. But I’d never been in the situation myself before, and my boyfriend just seemed so far away.
I climbed into Mark’s lap, straddling him, and kissed him hard. His hands were all over my body, massaging my tits, squeezing and slapping my ass, running up and down my thighs. I could barely think; the only thing I wanted right then was to be fucked until I passed out.
If we’d been going the speed limit, we would have made it to my apartment in 15 minutes. We were there in 5. I was beyond reconsidering, beyond thinking at all. Literally seconds after we went through my door, he had me up against the wall, my skirt puddled at my feet and his pants around his ankles.
His cock, though not porn-star enormous, was good sized, probably 6 or 7 inches, and fairly thick. He understood quickly that I wanted it rough, and he was pounding my dripping pussy for all he was worth. Our moans filled my small apartment, and I found the sound of our flesh slapping incredibly erotic. I was so turned on that it didn’t take long before I cried out, coming hard.
He hadn’t come yet, and when he pulled out of me I dropped to my knees and started sucking him off. I’m one of those odd women who actually enjoy giving head. I like to start by licking around the shaft of the cock, then taking in the head while swirling my tongue around it. I slowly took him deeper and deeper into my mouth until I was deep-throating him, taking him in all the way to the balls. At that point he lost control. He grabbed a double fistful of my hair and began fucking my mouth. I let him go as fast as he wanted, flicking my tongue around the head and shaft. Finally, with a deep, hoarse moan, he came, pouring cum down my throat.
We staggered to the couch and he held me in his arms. For a little while we just laid there, enjoying the afterglow, but we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other long. Mark explored my body the way he hadn’t had time to earlier, gently rubbing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples, running his hands down the flat planes of my stomach, smoothing his hands up and down my long, pale legs. His body was just as interesting to me, the hard ripples of his abs, the bunching muscles of his back, the roughness of his legs against mine. And I can’t forget his cock; god, that man knew how to use it well. And, I was happy to see, he was well groomed, his pubic hair neatly trimmed.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he said, pulling me on top of him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman who was quite so into sex.”
“Well,” I said, “you’re pretty spectacular yourself. I’ve never been with a guy who made me cum from intercourse before.”
He smiled, pleased with himself. I felt his cock beginning to stir and rubbed myself against him. Soon he was hard and ready to go once more.
I thought of something then that I’d always wanted to do, but had never had the nerve to ask my boyfriends for. But Mark… Well, he seemed like he’d be up for anything, and the worst thing he could say was no, right?
“I want you to fuck my ass.” My voice came out breathy, filled with lust.
He raised his eyebrows, looking oddly amused and a little shocked. “Do you now?”
I looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, and nodded. “It’s just something I’ve always wanted to try. I don’t know why, but it just seems so hot to me.”
“So you’ve never actually done it before?” He asked slowly. I shook my head. He considered for a moment, then looked up at me with those startling blue eyes. “I… I have had anal sex, and from my perspective it was amazing, but most women don’t enjoy it. Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nodded again. “If I don’t like it, we’ll stop. Ok?”
I led him into my bedroom. He asked if I had any lube, and I got out my small bottle from my dresser drawer. “It’ll be best if you get on your hands and knees,” he said, sounding a little distant. His eyes were a little unfocused, and his breath was coming fast. I was feeling the same way myself; anal was something I’d always thought about, but had never actually tried. I hoped it lived up to my expectations.
He lubed up my ass and began to insert one of his fingers. At first it felt strange, a little uncomfortable, but as he began to move it in and out of me, I noticed a strange kind of pleasure emanating from my ass. I began to rub my clit, and soon I was incredibly wet and aroused. Another finger joined the one already in my ass, and he began to move them faster and faster. I was getting close to orgasm when he pulled his fingers out. “Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded frantically, and he positioned his cock at my asshole. As he began to work himself it, I was glad for the finger fucking beforehand; even with the loosening up, I still felt incredibly tight. He went slowly, and from his panting breath I knew how hard it was for him to keep control. Finally though, he was buried to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, letting me adjust, before slowly starting to move inside me. Not thrust, exactly, just move in a way that sent lightning bolts of pleasure down my spine.
I was rubbing my pussy furiously, and soon I was loose enough that he began to thrust. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster, he began to fuck my asshole. As I grew more accustomed to the sensation I urged him to go harder and faster. He had more control than I did, I admit – if he had gone as hard as I wanted as soon as I wanted, I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it half as much. But at last he began to pound my ass as hard as he’d pounded my pussy. My moans were growing louder and I could feel an orgasm coming, one that I knew would be huge. When it hit me, I think time stopped. My entire body seemed to be wracked by the spasms, and I felt my fingernails tear into my bedspread.
Feeling my ass spasming around him, Mark came as hard as I did. Feeling him blow his wad deep inside my ass set off another wave of orgasm until we both fell, twitching and shivering, onto the bed.
We both fell asleep, and I awoke a couple of hours later to the sound of him in the shower. I got out of bed, feeling rather sore, and joined him under the hot spray. We worked in silence, helping each other wash, and we both felt a little less exhausted when we got out.
“Look,” he said, “I know you said that you don’t want to leave your boyfriend. I wish that I could date you, but if I can’t… Well, I certainly wouldn’t object to being used for sex by someone like you.” He smiled wickedly, and I couldn’t help but grin back.