When the cat's away...

[xTerrax]

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Name: Ellie McGuire
Age: 29
Height: 5'10

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I hated the fact that my husband wasn't home half the time. We had met in college and really hit it off. We were both studying under business. Years past by and we ended up getting married once we both graduated. I did hardly anything with my degree but he put it in good use, becoming a manager in one of the best car companies around. You would have thought that the money would have been great, but it wasn't everything.

Many people believed that I was a hot, sexy woman who would end up having sex practically everyday. Those with that mentality couldn't have been more wrong, as if my memory serves me correctly, the last time that my husband and I made love was shortly after we got married...

Four years ago.

The marriage has been really rocky for the past few weeks. I've caught dirty chat logs in his computer and scheduled meetings falling in so called 'business' days that he would tell me about. I've confronted my husband, Harold, about this but he flat out denied the accusations and claimed to be innocent. Hell, he even went as far as to say that I needed to build trust, despite finding these things regularly. And now I found myself alone in our large house, with the anger eating me up inside.

That's when I began going to that forum regularly, chatting up with one man. He claimed that I should be happy and if he'd have the chance, he would show me just what he meant. I didn't know about all of this though, and just the fact that I was even -thinking- about this really disgusted me. It was against social norms and it was against my very religion. I was a Baptist and this type of activity was strictly not allowed...

But a moment of weakness caused me ask him where he lived and to give out my own address. It turned out that he didn't live all that far away, about an hour drive.

Now, my girlfriends used to tell me that I had the sexiest figure in campus, and I worked hard to keep it so. From my young teenaged years, I found that my chest was filled to the point that brought most girls to shame. My breasts were huge, being a 32HH cup, which was more than a simple handful. I was rather tall too, blessing me with long legs and a perfect round bubble butt. I jogged every morning as one of the steps to keep me in check, though I loved flaunting my body. After all, I ran with this sports bra that despite their support, would still make my perky bust bounce and I wore this together with tight black booty shorts, which hugged my plump backside gorgeously. I knew that men loved my backside almost as they loved my front, whether it be my massive breasts or my very fit stomach, as many hands tried to grab or slap my cheeks.

Why did I do this then, if I knew it got me so much attention? I was married, but I always hoped that I would meet the right guy someday. One that wouldn't be afraid to ravish me completely.

But that's besides the point. I found myself in a Sunday morning at church with the least revealing pieces of clothing I had. That is a white blouse and khaki pants, which while they didn't exactly hide my curves in any shape or form, they weren't revealing as my exercise attire.

But this day was going to be far from normal. I knew this the moment I felt someone pat my shoulder from behind, causing me to turn and say:

"Thomas?!"

 

[a_libertine]

I sat in the church, listening to the pastor rail on about promiscuity and what not. I could see Ellie down two pews and off to the right a bit sitting next to some man. They sat close together, but it was easy to tell there was something strained about it.

I had thought she had been lying about her appearance all along. No one outside of porn movies has a body like that. Or so I thought. I idly wondered how many guys in this congregation were sprouting hard ons thinking about her bent over the pew in front of them. I knew I was.

The family next to me, the Smiths as it turns out, were flat out nice and welcoming. They chatted between songs, and during the 'Meet your neighbor' phase of the sermon. They introduced me to a couple other family's and all was nice and well.

I saw Mrs Smith talk to Ellie not long after the sermon, and when Ellie separated from her husband I tapped her on the shoulder. She wheeled around almost shouting, "Thomas?!"

I grinned at her and said softly, "Yes, Ellie." I offered her my hand with a scrap of paper hidden within it. "I expect you to call me at 2:00 on the number provided."

I turned and walked out of the church before she could get her composure, or lose it altogether and went to lunch. I had a rough idea where she lived by the descriptions she had given before, and I went to the mall closest to that area and ate. I was browsing through some stores when my cell rang and I answered it, "Meet me at the ticket booth of the mega-plex at Gateway Shopping Center in one hour."

I hung up and returned to my browsing until the appointed time and headed over to the ticket booth.

 

[xTerrax]

I was having a nice time taking to Amanda Smith. After all, any time away from my husband was more than welcomed. He was going away later today and I had no problem with that, other than the abundant loneliness that would soon follow. So, Mrs. Smith was welcoming me into her home whenever I liked, as to play cards or whatnot. After she left, that's when I met Thomas.

Thomas was an outrageously handsome fellow. Unlike my husband, Thomas was actually fit and strong, which led me to believe that he actually worked out instead of Harold. I stood there, absolutely dumbfounded as he handed in my hands a scrap.

"I expect you to call me at 2:00 on the number provided."

"I-" I was about to say, until he turned around and walked right out of the church. I didn't know what to say and thankfully my husband didn't stick around either; abandoning me right within the confines of the church. He made me so angry. So angry that I made my mind, I was going to meet Thomas. And so, I called him from home while my husband sat down and watched television and Thomas wasted no time to tell me to meet him at the ticket booth.

And so, I decided to switch out of my church clothes and put on a black blouse this time, alongside with a white skirt. The skirt wasn't skimpy, but wasn't overly conservative either, as the others in my wardrobe. I thought that they showed off my curves rather nicely and for once, I may actually receive some attention.

"I'm going out honey." I said, my words almost iced with hate "I'll be back later."

I closed the door before he give me some snarly remark.

And so, this all brings me the current events. I walked over to our agreed spot and sure enough, there Thomas was. Standing at about six feet tall, his rugged handsome looks practically reeled me on. Oh god help me.

"Thomas, what brings you here?" I asked naively.

 

[a_libertine]

I watched as she sauntered her way to me. Her steps faltered as she saw me. Her eyes roamed over my body and I could tell by the way her breath was catching in her throat that what she saw was not unappealing to her.

"Thomas, what brings you here?"

I snorted, "A movie." I took her elbow in hand and directed her toward the box office. Scanning the board, I picked the next movie showing and asked for two tickets.

We grabbed a medium popcorn and two diets on the way to the theater, neither of us daring to say anything to the other. As the crowds thinned out I glanced at her and said, "You are amazingly beautiful."

We stepped into the theater which was pretty much empty, whatever I chose must be on its last legs at the theater. We sat in middle of the last row and I raised the arm between the two seats so we could be closer together.

As we settled in, I turned to her and pulled her face toward mine, then kissed her deeply, possessively, crushing any doubt in her mind, at least for that moment, about whether or not she should be here with me.

"What time do you turn into a pumkin Cinderella?"

 

[xTerrax]

I chuckled as he said "A movie." and took my elbow in his hand, holding me that way as he brought me towards the box office and picked a movie, along with two tickets for both of us. At this point I wondered the moral aspects of this situation and what I was getting myself into. "You're cheating on your husband!" a part of my mind argued, while another side of me was pulling me towards him; if my husband wasn't going to pay attention to me, why decline him?

"This is just a movie. There's nothing wrong with that." I thought to reassure myself as we walked to the theater with a medium popcorn and two diet cokes. As we entered a nearly empty theater, he directed us to the last row, where we sat in the middle. Right when I thought that he wasn't going to pull any moves, he raised the arm between the two seats and brought us close together. Finally, he spoke:

"You are amazingly beautiful."

And so, he brought to me the most passionate kiss I've had in years. He pulled my face up close and kissed me deeply, tasting my lips and tongue as I closed my eyes. I melting right into that, but that reluctant part of me wanted to escape. Part of me wanting to just run out of the theater and see my husband, telling him that I'm sorry.

And so, Thomas broke out of the kiss to tell me;

"What time do you turn into a pumkin Cinderella?"

He looked right into my eyes expectantly, but I moved out of my seat and said "I'm sorry Thomas, this is a mistake, I have to go" and proceeded to walk away...at least I tried, before I felt his hands go to my hips and pulling me down, sitting right on his lap. I turned to face him, as he held me firmly there, and his lips found and possessed mine, just as passionately as before.

His hands became much more daring this time around. They snaked up my blouse and began groping and squeezing my breasts, despite the bra that was in his way. His thumbs found my nipples poking for freedom from the garment and pinched them, despite the strong fabric between my large mounds and his expert fingers. My hand...against all I believed in, found the bulge growing in his pants and began to rub on it.

I broke out of the kiss to ask him;

"Oh Thomas, what are you doing to me?" as my hand kept rubbing that bulge of his.

 

[a_libertine]

I could not believe the feel of her enormous tit in my hand. It was incredible, heavy, soft, it felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I could feel her nipple harden as I pinched it through the denim thick bra. I could only imagine how fast her hefty boobs would rip through a thinner material.

While our tongues dueled in her mouth, Ellie began running her hand up and down the length of my cock, coaxing the blood into it. Slowly at first, then faster, I began to harden under her tentative caress.

She broke the kiss, her voice was full of hunger and fear as she asked, "Oh Thomas, what are you doing to me?"

My voice was husky with need as I crooned, "Not a thing you don't want me to do to you."

I pulled my hand from under her blouse and slid the hand between her shapely legs. She clamped them together a moment and I lowered my head and nibbled on her tit that was closest. She moaned aloud and my hand continued its course to her groin.

I was unsurprised to feel her panties were cotton; I would almost bet they were white. I wasn't surprised to feel they were damp and I worked my fingers underneath so I could feel her womanhood. I spread my fore and middle fingers which spread her lips open for my touch. The forefinger rubbed across her hooded clit as my middle finger pressed slightly into her hot wet tunnel.

Ellie gasped and leaned against me, her eyes closed. I hooked my middle finger and pressed it deep into Ellie. Her moisture flooded out around my digit soaking her panties and the palm of my hand.

Using my thumb, I massaged her clit gently, holding my finger deep inside her and asked, "Tell me, do you want me to stop?"

I knew what the answer would be as her hand squeezed my cock.

 

[xTerrax]

This felt so wrong...What I was doing was not to be done by anybody and I felt just oh so hypocritical of committing such a sin, as I have scolded others who have even considered it. And yet, I was still sitting on this stranger's lap, letting him touch me in ways that no one has done in the longest time. Thomas did indeed answer my question; "Not a thing you don't want me to do to you." making me gasp as one of his hands slid from my blouse and into my skirt, between my fit legs.

Out of instinct, if you could call it that, I pressed them together as to block entry. But alas, Thomas wasn't going to have that, as he lowered his head and nibbled on the exposed cleavage my blouse gave out. This was all so much, causing me to moan and in this moment of weakness, his hand gained access to my inner thighs.

My body's excitement manifested itself as his fingers undoubtedly felt the wet surface of my panties. Throwing my head back on his strong shoulder, I closed my eyes and breathed heavily as his fingers worked their way on my wet pussy, causing me to feel all hot inside. This growing ache inside of me yearned for more of his great touch and the battle within my mind was raging. Did it matter if this was wrong?

I was bracing myself, as I knew that my much-needed released was not far off, though his pace seemed to regulate itself but still held me firmly with his finger deep inside of me; "Tell me, do you want me to stop?" he asked.

And so, while my mind contemplated what to say, my hand already knew what my answer was going to be, as it held his large dick through his pants. Finally, my words almost trembling, I answer him "No..." as his fingers continued to work on my inner muscles. I kissed him passionately as his fingers kept going, my tongue hungry for more of this sudden sexual rush.

 

[a_libertine]

I slid her off my lap as another couple came into the theater, setting her to my right.

My hard cock was bent uncomfortably and I adjusted it relieving the pressure against the shaft. At the length of a 20 ounce sports bottle and the diameter of a c cell flashlight, I had never had anyone complain about its size. Ellie apparently liked it very much as she kept running her hand up and down it.

My placed my hand between her legs again, this time pulling her panties to the side, so I could get my finger into her fully. "Roll your hips forward some," I urged. She complied giving me slightly better access, and I crept my middle finger into her up to the second joint.

I heard her sigh as I wiggled my finger inside her, coaxing more of her fluid out of her. She was tighter than I expected and I wondered how often she made love to her husband, or if she did. Or perhaps he simply had a tiny dick. "When is the last time you made love, Ellie?"

 

[xTerrax]

My breathing was definitely getting heavy at this point, as I began to enjoy these feelings, as morally questionable as I believe they were. His finger was relentless, getting inside of my pussy fully, urging more of my fluids of ecstasy to flow. I asked me to roll my hips forward and who was I to deny him of more access? My resistance was growing weaker and weaker as my dream man kept touching me.

I sighed in pleasure as his finger moved inside of me, eager to entice me further. The question of how often I had sex obviously came into his mind as he asked; "When is the last time you made love, Ellie?"

I had to gather my willpower to not moan while talking to him, calmly stating "Four years ago..." as another sigh escaped my pouty lips, feeling my own muscles clench on his fingers.

 

[a_libertine]

I stopped fingering her sweet wet hot pussy and looked at her a moment. "Really? Four fucking years?"

She nodded, a tear in her eye. I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss, I said, "It has been four years since anything has been in there? Until now?"

The theater kept filling up as we sat. My hand dropped back between her legs and I massaged her vulva as we waited for the movie to begin. A couple sat at the end of the row from us, hand in hand they appeared to be touching each other nearly as much as I was touching Ellie.

When she noticed, Ellie tried to remove my hand. I leaned against her and whispered, "Don't, my hand will stay right there, or I will give that couple a wiff of your sex as I go to the restroom."