Dan

Oh, my sweet lover. I've been such a naughty girl. Should I tell you what I've done? Should I describe to you in detail what I did while you were gone?  I'm so sorry, my darling.  I couldn't help myself.  I just had to...FUCK HIM.

You will be angry. In the drawer beside my bed, you'll find a vast array of disciplinary equipment. I'm sure to my bones that you know how to use it. My real-life hubby hasn't the slightest clue. But you know, don't you? You relish the thought of buckling the studded leather collar around my supple, fragile neck. You like clipping the leather leash to the solid, steel ring and leading me on all fours to your personal torture chamber.

I know you will rip off my clothes, baby. You will tear them to shreds and leave them lying on the floor for my spouse to discover, as if there was anything he could do about it. You will spank my ass with your hard hand. You will whip me with your belt. You will slap my milky titties until the cream is spattered on the walls.

I welcome the wounds, my darling. I bask in the beatings and bruises. I want your marks all over me, your cock down my throat, your cum in my cunt, your piss in my face, your name scribbled across my insolent mound. Make the lips of my pussy burn with remorse. Make them swell in their violet regret. Lash the skin of my buttocks till it bleeds for forgiveness. Choke me as you fuck me into ultimate submission.

These things I tell you
because I love you...

that on many previous nights I have texted a man I am sworn to have forgotten; a man who was there for my wedding; a man who I talked to for hours in my kitchen on the eve of my first delivery; a man who has fucked me hard and repeatedly, who has had his way with me, who has videoed our sex and made me piss myself for his personal amusement. I have texted him.  And he has come to me.

On Thursday at 8 AM, he showed up at my door. My husband had just left for work. We had the house to ourselves, me and this man and my newborn. Samantha was at kindergarten. She would later be picked up by her grandparents. My husband would retrieve her after work which would give us till 5 pm, possibly later. Dan parked his truck in the barn at my request. He had to rearrange some trailers and equipment.

By 8:15 AM, we were in the guest bedroom. He had me disrobed with my baby, Seth, in my arms. His hands were all over me, feeling me, squeezing me, kneading me into his sex toy. It has been nearly eleven months since I fucked him at his house; just enough time to make him wonder if my baby is his. It isn't. I couldn't be. Well, maybe it could be. Perhaps.  You didn't know.  I'm sorry.  You're not my husband.

He put his finger inside me. His long, middle finger. I was so incredibly wet, baby. I couldn't help it. He pushed it so deep, grinding and probing. He knows all my spots, all my weaknesses. He knows the hot button that rests in my sheath. He knows how to touch it and press it. He knows how to dig in my core. He shoved in a second finger and spread me like scissors.

I was dripping, my darling. I was oozing in his hand. He wouldn't let me sit. I had to stand by the bed, leaning against the mattress. I had to open my legs and give him what he wanted. He made me taste myself, sweetie... slid his fingers in my mouth. I sucked off the juices and the thick, hot secretions. I tasted like I needed a good fucking.  That's what I told him. You could have fucked me had you been here. But Dan was here with his nine-inch cock, drooling his semen down the length of his shaft. He came to the back door and stripped me in the kitchen. We had hours to play and every room in the house at our leisure.

Dan finger fucked me to climax till I was weaving unsteadily, till I sprayed my sweet essence on the throw rug below us. The room smelled like my sex. He laid me down on the mattress, put a pillow beneath the small of my back, elevated my pussy for the taking, split me like a wishbone.

Seth latched to my breast as I watched him, this man whom I should have forgotten, this man who fucked me around the time I got pregnant. This man was my first affair eight months after Samantha was born. In the cool of October, he tied my ankles to the game hanging gambrel and hoisted me nude, upside down in the barn, where he spanked my bare pussy with his palm. I came. I pissed myself. He recorded it for posterity, the golden streams of urine cascading down my body, dripping from my neck into the drain on the floor. I could have been a deer he was gutting.

I watched this man slide his hard shaft up my slit. I watched my vaginal lips surround it and tighten. I watched the delicate skin of his girth sparkle and glisten, the insertion to the hilt, the withdrawal to the tip, the repetitive stroke of mating. I felt the fullness of his size, the pressure of his thrusts, the silky-smooth velvet of my cream that was coating him. He drove it in deep, my darling... twenty days before my doctor permitted me to fuck. He fucked me. I watched him.

I watched with my thighs cradled in his arms, my baby cradled in mine. I was spread like a delivering mother with her feet in the stirrups. I was open and easy and sloppy with secretions. The sound was a moist copulation, soft with a sticky succulence, quiet and peacefully fulfilling, building up slowly, patient and pronounced, decadent and deliberate.

"You can go a little faster," I told him. Seth was sucking my nipple in earnest. The milk was pouring into his eager mouth. I was feeding from above, getting fed from below, circling in a cloud of ecstasy. This man was not my husband. He was fucking me better. I was creaming on his pipe until he pumped me with premium.

"Don't hit me hard, Dan. Seth can't handle the shaking. Just let me feel your balls slapping against my asshole."

The soft smacking sound was delicious. Just enough to set me off along with that feather-light punch to my anal sphincter. I held on as the waves passed through my body, the spasms and contractions of pinnacle pleasure, the grip and release of my cunt on his prick. He kept plunging and plunging.

"It's okay to cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me."

And he did. A fury of froth. A bubbling eruption of semen. Pent up desire with a slow, sizzling burn. He groaned so loudly that it startled Seth. I moved my baby to the other breast.

"Keep your dick inside me, Dan. Keep stroking. Keep moving. Keep pumping. Brandon can cum twice without pulling it out. Show me you can do the same."


Two hours later, I had Seth down for a nap. I'd been walking the house in the nude. My clothes were still lying in the kitchen. Dan was nude too, and he looked so incredible. We went from room to room as he leaned me over the furnishings, fucked me five minutes, then we moved to the next one. We fucked on the dining room table, the couch and the chairs in the family room, the breakfast table in the kitchen, the countertops and island. We fucked over the sinks in the downstairs bathrooms. We fucked on the washing machine while it was running. We fucked at the bottom of the stairs, then ascended to the master bedroom where he banged me into convulsions and gave me another load.

In total, Dan came in me five times. On Friday it was six. We took a mid-day shower, and he banged me with my back to the tile, legs around his waist, arms across his shoulders. I have monitor speakers all over the house plus a baby monitor app on my phone. Seth was fine. He was great. I love breast feeding when I'm getting fucked. I've never dreamed of such a thing. My husband would never consider it.

But you would do it, darling. You'd do it because I want it. You'd like it. You would love how it feels when I'm gripping your cock with my cunt. You'd love the spasms in my core when I climax. That's how I plan to milk your dick, with my baby latched to my breast.

I'm not using any protection, lover. The books say my chances of getting pregnant are nearly zero during the first 3 months after delivery as long as I'm breast feeding routinely. Then, they turn around and suggest birth control if you don't want to get pregnant. I guess some people aren't routine.

Maybe they aren't getting fucked routinely.

Are you hard, baby?  Come squeeze out the milk from my breasts...

then give me your own.