First fuck

I drove off in my new sweet ride. I decided to tool around the neighborhood. As I drove down a nice boulevard, I saw a woman putting a "For Sale" sign in a yard. I recognized the woman as Mindy Fourcade. She had billboards up around town. She was a hot, dye-blonde. I noticed she was a bit petite, no more than 5'3. She wore a gray pin-striped skirt and jacket combo and was trying not to get her shoes dirty in the grass as she put the sign in the yard.

I had had a crush on her since I saw her first billboard. Her shining green eyes, thick blonde hair, and brilliant smile had stirred my crotch at a few intersections.
I pulled into the driveway as she walked from the sign to her Lexus coupe.

I got out and walked over to her, "Hi, show me the house," I said.

"Um, OK," she said, "aren't you a bit young to be buying a house, though?"

"Nah, I just came into a lot of money. Oh, and thanks for calling me 'sexy.'"

"What?"

"You just called me 'sexy,'" I said.

She blushed. It lit up her high cheek bones. "Oh, gee, I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You meant it. You think I'm sexy. Let's go inside."

Mindy smiled and kept blushing. We went into the house.

"I'm sorry, here and now?" I asked.

"Excuse me?" she said quizically.

"You just asked me to fuck you long and hard."

Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened. She was shocked. She looked down then around the vacant house. "Um. I'm sooo sorry, I didn't mean it. I don't know why I said that!"

"Yes you do. You want me to fuck you long and hard right now. You're getting wet and horny just looking at me and fantasizing about my cock sliding in and out of you. You just said so."

Believing everything I said, Mindy's chest started heaving. She had nice C cups hidden behind her blazer and conservative white blouse. She swallowed hard and shifted on her feet nervously. "But I'm married," she said meekly fingering her wedding ring.

"Oh, he'll never know. Now take off your blazer and fold it and put it on the third step over there," I said motioning towards the staircase. Then hike up your skirt and take off those panty hose and kneel on your blazer and put you hands on the stairs.

Soon I was taking her doggy style. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with the other. "You love getting fucked like this!" I said as I pumped away. "Tell me to fuck you harder! Beg for it!"

"Fuck me harder!" she said between pants "Please...fuck me...harder! Harder!"
I yanked her head back and pumped away. She kept begging me to fuck her harder.

Finally I came in her. I pumped 'til I was flacid and pulled off of her. Panting, she slumped forward onto the stairs.

I wiped myself on the panty part of her panty hose and handed them to her, so she could clean herself up.

After we regained our breath, I had her tell me about her husband. She said he was a very nice guy: a dentist. They had two kids aged 8 and 5.

I asked about sex, and she said she had had a hysterectomy after her second child, and her sex drive had fallen off a bit, and they had sex about three times a month. No oral sex as she didn't like to swallow.

"You feel really guilty about cheating on your husband with a total stranger," I said.

I could see the fear and guilt arise in her face.

"You won't tell him about this, but you will make it up to him. You will be his sex ****. You will tell him you heard a radio show about how most wives don't put out as much as their husbands would like, and you don't want to be that way. You love it for him to fuck you as I did, doggie style while he pulls your hair. You will also suck his cock at least twice a week and swallow every drop as you love the taste of his cum. If he's in the mood, and you're not, your guilt about cheating on him will cause you to do whatever he wants. You will also want him to tie you up and spank your ass red for foreplay. You know you owe this to him. I didn't even have to tell you this."

She nodded vigorously. "Please don't tell anyone," she said.

"Give me all of your cash, and I won't," I said.

I left the house sixty three dollars richer. I felt a bit guilty myself about fucking another man's wife, especially one I had nothing against. But I also felt drunk with power and high as a kite!

I wanted more! But where to go now?