Pat's Story #2

This story continues where Pat's Story left off

The next night after I got off work, I was excited as hell. I told Donnie's parents that I was going to a movie with a friend. I made up my mind that I was going to get him to fuck me that night. I wore no bra and put on a tank top that showed at least the top half of my tits. I wore no underwear and wore a pair of boxer type shorts. I put on makeup as sexy as I could. I took a few beers that I had in the refrigerator and then I sneaked out of the apartment and went to where I was to meet Tom. I had to wait a bit. I got worried that he wasn't going to be there, but then I realized I was early. After a bit, Tom showed up. I got in his car. I told him I had brought some cold beer. We each opened a beer and talked while we drank it. I kept my arms together to deepen my cleavage, my décolleté, as it is. I could see Tom looking at my tits. I didn't say anything until we were on the second beer. Then I moved over closer to him and told him I missed him. I reached down and took his hand and put in on one of my tits. While I was holding his hand there, I leaned over and kissed him softly. I then moved his hand inside my top to my tits, my nice ripe full tits. I know my nipples were hard. I kissed him again, more forcefully this time. I thought it was going to work. I then moved his hand down to my leg, hoping he would move it up to my crotch and find out I was not wearing any underwear. He would be able to slip his hand right up the leg to my bare cunt. But he just left his hand rest on my leg. I then moved my hand down to his crotch and rubbed his cock. Yes, it was hard, it's good old hard self. Did I want that cock! I rubbed it a bit more and then started to unbutton his pants. Then he stopped me. "We shouldn't do this", he said. "You're married.."
"Yeah, I am", I said. "To somebody who is far away, who's off fucking whores overseas. I want you" He had set his beer down and had one hand blocking the path to his pants. He started to take his other hand off my leg, when I reached down and got hold of it and put it up under my shorts to my bare cunt. I spread my legs and pressed his finger to my wet cunt and said, "I want you, baby. Fuck me. Like you used to." I started kissing him again, and he put his finger in my cunt. I know it was wet as hell. He started to finger me. I put my hand up his shirt and played with his chest. It was slightly hairy and it always drove me crazy. I did that for a bit and then I moved back down to free his cock. He didn't stop me this time. Soon I had his cock free and gently rubbed it. All this time he was fingering me. Then when I bent down to suck on his cock, he stopped and pushed me away. "We can't do this. You're a married woman and I don't fuck married women." I tried to come back to him, but he wouldn't let me. He told me that this hadn't been a good idea and that I better leave. While he buttoned his pants again, I smiled at him, keeping my arms together to show my cleavage and told him I was sorry. I was just too glad to see him. I told him I would like to see him again just to talk, that I would remember that we couldn't do anything anymore. He told me no, he wasn't going to see me anymore. He told me I better leave. He never raised his voice. Actually his voice was rather sad. I said okay. I leaned over to kiss him gently, but he wouldn't let me. I just said goodbye and got out and went back to my car. He left.
I felt like shit. I was horny, but most of all I realized I had really fucked up by marrying Donnie. I still loved Tom, loved him a lot. I was telling the truth when I said I wanted to see him just to talk to. I missed him terribly. But it was too late. How could I ever have thought I loved Donnie or that I wanted to marry him? I drove around and finally drove out of town to a bar south of town. I knew this place wasn't too particular about who they served and I figure they would let me in, even though I wasn't 21. I went in and nobody said anything. There weren't many people there since it was a week night. I didn't want beer. I ordered a double vodka sour and went to a table. Soon I noticed that a few of the men were really giving me the eye. I suppose they should, the way I was dressed. I drank down most of my drink and one of the guys came over toward me. I didn't want him. I saw a man at a nearby table who was wearing a wedding ring. I got up and walked to his table and asked him if I could sit down with him. He looked at me surprised, but said sure. I asked him why he was all alone. He said he was a construction worker just passing through. He would be perfect. I told him that I was all alone too and that this was his lucky night. I told him that if he got a rubber, he could take me outside and fuck me. His eyes got really wide when I said this. He stammered that he would be right back. He got up and walked to the men's room. I watched him go. He was no prize. A little on the heavy side, but okay. I finished my drink and he came back. I said "let's go." and we went outside. I asked what he drove. He pointed to a pickup truck. I told him to get in and move it to the dark end of the parking lot, away from the door. As he got in I moved my car down there too. Then I got in his truck and told him to get his pants off. He barely got them off he was so flustered. As soon as they were off, I started rubbing his dick. It was okay in size. Not as long and hard as Tom's and probably not even as thick as Donnie's, but it would do. He tried to kiss me but I wouldn't let him.
As soon as it was as hard as I thought it was going to get. I told him to put the rubber on. He started to say he didn't want to use it, but I gently squeezed his balls and told that's the only way I would do it. He then grinned and said okay. I told him that the only other rule was that he had to agree to fuck me until I told him to stop. He said okay. I pulled my shorts off, so I was naked from the waist down. I lay down on the seat with my feet down and my knees up. I then said, "fuck me". He went inside me. I helped guide his cock into my cunt. I gave a gasp of pleasure as it went in. Even this guy's cock was better than no cock or a vibrator. He started pumping me and it felt good. He came but I made him keep fucking me until I came twice. When I was through, I pushed him off me and told him it was fun, but I had to go. He asked me if he could see me home. I told him no. I told him my husband was a cop and was due home off duty soon. That made his eyes go wide. I got my shorts on and got out of his truck. I got in my car and started to drive home.
I had mixed feelings. I felt like a slut, like a whore, because I had just fucked a stranger for the sake of fucking. But I felt so relieved. I felt so much better. My cunt tingled all the way home. I knew as I drove home that this wouldn't be the last time I did this. Even though it was Tom who I really had wanted, if Tom wouldn't fuck me, I would find someone who would. I knew I would have to be careful, though. I didn't want any of this getting back to Donnie's parents or my parents, or Donnie's friends. I thought about how I would do this. I probably couldn't do this more than once every couple of months and I probably had better go out of town to find somebody. There was too much chance of getting caught if I stayed in my town.
A couple of days after this, I got a call from my step-brother. He said that he had heard that Tom and I had coffee together. News travels! He told me that wasn't a good idea. My step-brother is kind of crude. He is a lot more like Donnie than Tom. He never liked Tom that much. But I just told him that I had run into Tom there and that was that. But this made me realize that I was right about being careful if I was going to go out and find guys to fuck. I thought I could drive over to see Tom at college and try again with him, but I decided against it. I had seen in his eyes that he felt it was over.
During the next several months, I picked up guys a couple of times. Once and only once I fucked a man who worked where I did. His name was Bill and he was married and was leaving because he was being transferred. His wife had already moved. I had always liked him and thought it would be nice to give him (and especially myself) a going away gift. On his last day, I told him I would like to say goodbye to him before he left. He gave me kind of a funny look and said okay. I asked him if he would like to go and buy me a drink somewhere where there wouldn't be any gossip. He caught on rather quick and suggested that we go to his house, which is out on the edge of town on a not well used road. He asked me over at 7:00. I told him I would be there. I didn't dress special or put extra makeup on or anything. I figured if he didn't act like he wanted to do anything, I would have a drink and a chat, and then leave. He and I had done some mild kidding at work about sex, so I knew he wasn't a prude. It was just if he was interested in fooling around. He was about 10 years older than I am. I had seen his wife. She is okay, but I knew I was much better looking and have a much sexier body. His wife was a little fat.
Before I went to his house, I drove around a lot to make sure that nobody could follow me. I drove there on a road that I would be able to see people behind me. One thing I had learned from Tom was to be careful, plan things out and to have a contingency plan. My contingency plant was that I took some stuff from work that I could say I needed to ask him about before he left town. When I got to his house, he had me come in and he fixed us both a drink. We drank our drinks and I complimented him on his house. This was the obvious ploy. He made the correct next move. He offered to show me the house. We walked around the house and he kept the bedroom til last. When we got into the bedroom, I noticed that he had a bulge in his pants. He was ready for this, then. All I had to do is see what happened. I asked him if this is where all the passion took place. He said that nothing had happened in there for a while. I stepped closer to him, and said nothing. That was all the encouragement he needed. He then said he should kiss me goodbye. So we went into each other's arms and kissed. He pushed is groin toward mine. When I didn't move away, he put is hands on my ass and pressed his crotch hard to mine. We kissed for a bit and then he put his hand on my boob. When I didn't object to this, he knew I wanted to fuck him. We started to caress each other. He rubbed my tits and then let his hand wander down to my crotch. When he touched that I reached down and started to unbutton his pants. As I started to unbutton his pants, he reached down and put his hand up my skirt to my crotch and started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I got his pants unbuttoned and reached in and touched his cock. He then moved his hand up and unbuttoned my blouse and then reached around to fumble with my bra. When he couldn't get it undone, I reached my hands back and unhooked it for him. Some guys have no skill at this at all. (Tom had always been able to unhook my bra with one hand) Then he took my blouse off and took my bra off. He reached up and started to fondle my bare tits, both gently squeezing them and gently pinching the nipples. He was better at this than Donnie had been. Donnie was always too rough with my tits. While he played with my tits, I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. We stayed like that, both naked from the waist up, for a little bit. He kissed me again. Then he moved his hand up under my skirt to my panties. I stepped back and unhooked my skirt and he took his pants off. We came at each other again, he reached down my panties in the back and squeezed my ass with his hands. I pulled his underwear down so that his cock was free. It was pretty hard, but not has hard as Tom's used to get. Donnie's never got quite as hard either. His cock, like the construction worker I fucked, would get pretty hard, but it was still a little soft. This guy's dick was harder, but still not as hard as Tom's. As I said before, I never should have left Tom and after all the guys I have fucked, I would still take him back in an instant as my only lover.
After I pulled his underwear down, he pulled my panties down. We both stepped out of our underwear. We stood in each other's arms and kissed while he fondled my tits and pussy and I rubbed his cock. He said, "Jesus, you've got a body. Such as ass!" Since he was gentle and had been good to me so far, I asked him if his wife ever sucked his cock. He said, "Gloria, suck? Hell no. She would never do that." I told him he was in for a treat then. I started kissing his nipples and nibbling on his chest. I worked my way down his front. He smelled nice and clean. I told him so. He managed to stammer that he had taken a shower after work. I knelt down when my mouth reached his cock area. I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth and started licking and sucking on it. I caressed his balls with my hand while I worked on his dick. I wanted to get his hard as I could. I wanted him to fuck me as best as he could. I sucked on him for a couple of minutes but stopped when I sensed he might be ready to come. I stood up and he took me in his arms again. I reached for his hand and guided it to my pussy. We then lay back on the bed. He put his finger in my cunt and started fingering it. He wasn't too bad. Tom could always find my clit and get me hot in short order. This guy wasn't too bad at this, either. I rubbed his dick while he did this. He said to me, "You're really wet." I answered, "I know.
Fuck me"
He got on top and put his dick to me. It still wasn't as long or as hard as Tom's had been, but it felt good. I really was in the mood. While he fucked me I brought my legs up and crossed them over his butt. He started fucking me harder. I was pretty hot and we both came together. I asked him to not stop. Donnie would have laughed and got off me and gone to sleep. This guy kept going. He wasn't as athletic as Tom had been, and he was soon panting, but he kept fucking me until I came a big one again. Then he collapsed on me and we lay like that for a bit. He told me that it had been great and that he never had sex like that with his wife. He then said that I looked like I was thinking of someone else the whole time. He asked me if I missed my husband that much. I told him my husband was probably fucking some whore overseas. He then moved off me and we lay side my side. He asked if I wanted to talk about it. This guy, although older had always been nice to me at work. I broke down. I told him that there was this guy I really loved, but who didn't want to get married yet. At this Bill interrupted and said that Tom was a fool not to want to marry me. I went on and told him how Tom would come and spend the night sometimes, how my mom had guys trying to scare me, and how Donnie had come back and we had gotten married in a hurry. I told him how shitty Donnie was in bed and how much I missed Tom. He asked me if I ever saw Tom again. I told him I saw him once but Tom had said we shouldn't see either other again since I was married. I never told Bill about fucking the guy from the bar. I just left this out. I just told him I was frustrated and lonely and now was married to someone who was fucking whores overseas. I started to cry a little. Bill started to hold me and I quit. I asked him to just hold me. We lay like that for a while, still talking. Bill told me that he thought I should have another try at Tom. "Try seducing him. With your looks and figure, unless he's made of steel, he'll melt into your arms." I told him that Tom was made of steel, as least a part of him that I liked was. Bill laughed.
Bill kept holding me and started to caress my tits and ass some more. While he kept doing this, I would feel him starting to get hard again. He asked me if I wanted him again. I nodded. He got on top and put his dick to me again and fucked me again. He didn't come so quickly this time and I had plenty of time to get off. After we finished this time, I told him I had better leave. He told me that this had been great, but that he didn't want to hurt his wife, and that he wanted to keep this quiet. I told him I didn't want anybody to know either. We both promised to keep this a secret. I noticed before he got his clothes on that he had an appendix scar. I was thinking that if I fucked married men, it would be good to know a feature about them that only someone who has seen them naked would know. This could always be threatened to be mentioned to a wife, if necessary. In Bill's case, this wouldn't be necessary, though. I got dressed and after kissing him softly, left and went home. I never saw Bill again, although I did get a card in the mail from him, saying he had a great evening and he hoped things worked out for me. It wasn't signed with his name, just an initial, but I knew who it was from.
I got letters from Donnie once in a while. He would talk about the things we would do when he got out of the service. He had a job lined up to do construction work. He said we would buy a house. He had saved his money and had money for a down payment. This made me feel a little better. Maybe things would be okay, after all. He also said in one letter that I had better be being good while he was gone. He said he would shoot me and the guy if he ever found out that I was fooling around on him. I think maybe he was half teasing and half serious, about the shooting part, I mean. I think he was totally serious about me not fucking around on him. About the same time, this girl told me again that her brother had seen Donnie in a whore house again. She was just telling me so "that I could sow some oats, too, if I wanted to". She didn't know it, but I already was. Donnie's letter did reinforce the need to be careful, though.
After Bill, I didn't fuck anybody for two months. I just stayed home and used the vibrator. Since I lived in the apartment in Donnie's parent's house, I couldn't stay out too late without them knowing about it. They even remarked how I never went anywhere. Donnie's parents are okay, I never got real close with them, but they weren't bad people. They said I should call some of my girl friends and go to a show or something. I did this once or twice, but I wanted them to urge me to go out, so I could go and find somebody to fuck, and they wouldn't be suspicious.
TO BE CONTINUED......
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