Young Wife Becomes a Backroom Slut Pt. 1
Emily cuts a dirty deal with a pervy mechanic to get the family minivan fixed…
Kirsten McCurran
ACHE (Authors of Cuckold and Hotwife Erotica)
Kirsten McCurran
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3 days ago
photo illustration by the Author/images licensed from depotsitphotos
(Author’s Note: I want to warn everyone up front that this is a very dirty, hardcore story where the wife shamelessly and enthusiastically gives herself to another man over her husband’s objections. This one falls squarely into cuckold territory, so if that bothers you, this might not be the story for you. But if you’re looking for something filthy and hot, you’ve found it. Don’t complain afterward. You’ve been warned.)
I watch my tow guy unhook the minivan with the out-of-state plates from his truck and I brace myself for the pleading. It’s late on a Friday afternoon and I’m one of only two garages in our little town right off the interstate. Neither of us works on the weekend. In fact, I just let my other mechanic go home early because we’re done for the day. These people are fucked until at least Monday.
It happens 2 or 3 times a summer. People passing through on the interstate breakdown, and have to get towed here because we’re the only option for about 50 miles. They come from big cities where chain repair shops are open late, 7 days a week, and think I’m going to drop everything to get them back on the road in an hour. They think money will sway me, but most of them won’t go high enough to keep me from fishing in the creek at the back of my property. I work to live, not live to work. Of course, I can be persuaded by things other than money.
The beat-up old Caravan that serves as our local taxi — yes, we have one of those — pulls in a few minutes behind the tow truck and an army climbs out. There’s grandmom, 3 young tow-headed kids, dad, and then mommy. Mommy gets me thinking we could come to some kind of arrangement to get these folks right back on the road. I’m a man who knows an opportunity when he sees one.
Dad explains that they lost power on the interstate, stalled completely, and were lucky to drift safely to the shoulder. He says something about having one bar on his phone. I’m not paying too much attention because his blonde wife has all my focus.
She’s a tall, slender blonde in her early 30s who’s all legs in a short, pink dress that looks like it’ll blow up past her waist if a strong breeze catches it. Unfortunately for me, it’s a still, hot July day. The blonde doesn’t have much up top — that’s okay, I’m an ass man anyway — but damn is she pretty. Haven’t seen a girl that pretty in ages.
The guy finishes his speech and goes all red in the face when I explain to him that I’m not open again until Monday. He’s so worked up that he doesn’t notice I’m staring at his wife across the parking lot.
“But the sign says you’re open until 5,” he complains.
“Even if I weren’t finished for the day, there’s no way I could get your car checked out and fixed in the next hour and a half. It’s just me here now. I sent my other guy home.”
“We have nowhere to go. You can’t just leave us stranded here.”
He looks around, his face betraying just how he feels about here. This douchebag is on a roll.
“Listen, mister. I know you’re used to things being a certain way, but we do things differently here. I work myself and that means I decide when I work. Getting pissy isn’t going to help you.”
The guy’s about to launch into it again when his wife comes over. She’s even prettier up close, and I see the outline of her body through that dress with the sun behind her. How did this asshole land a chick like this? He must make a lot of money.
“Is there a problem, Brad?” She touches his arm. Jealousy makes me like him even less.
“Yeah, this guy…” He pauses, realizing he never even asked my name. It is on my oil-stained blue work shirt and he finally reads it. “Chuck says he can’t do anything for us until Monday.”
“I’ve tried to explain to your husband that I don’t work weekends.”
The blonde turns a 1000-watt smile on me that probably always gets her what she wants. Hell, I want to give her anything she wants, but I’m a practical man and I won’t be giving anything without getting something in return.
“Hi, Chuck. I’m Emily, and we’re in a terrible bind. We’ve got my mother with us and we’re on our way to a family reunion in Ohio that starts tomorrow afternoon. It’s the whole reason for our trip. If we can’t leave here the 3 hours we’ve already had on the road will be wasted.”
“I’d dearly love to help you, Emily, but like I said…”
Emily touches my arm and I feel a current from her touch. I do pretty well with the ladies in general, but there just aren’t girls like her around here. Her smile widens, flashing perfect white teeth. There’s something about that smile that tells me there’s more to Emily than meets the eye. She looks like a church-going, proper, dotting mother. An all-American girl type, but there’s an edge to her. Emily slips off her big sunglasses and I see it in her clear blue eyes too.
“Chuck, there must be something you can do for us. My mother doesn’t get to see the rest of the family much, and she’s older. It would mean the world to me if you could help us out. I’d be so grateful.”
It’s funny she appeals to me that way. I don’t think her mother is even 10 years older than me. She’s still a fine-looking woman and I briefly wonder if some mother-daughter action might be on the table. Hell, I’ll rebuild their damn minivan for that.
“How grateful?”
Emily and I lock eyes, and something passes between us. A barely perceptible gasp escapes her lips when she realizes what I’m implying.
“Money doesn’t matter. I’ll pay anything to get us out of here,” Brad says, but he’s not a part of this anymore.
“Money won’t get it done.”
“What else is there?” Brad says.
Emily’s eyes go wider, and her husband stiffens when he finally catches on. He goes from red to purple and I truly hope he has the sense to keep from swinging at me. Emily might smack me for this, but hey, I might like that.
“You motherfucker.”
“Brad,” Emily says, holding his arm tight. She’s afraid he might do something stupid too. I step closer and tower over the soft man.
“Listen, dickhead. I don’t have to do shit for you, except tell you to get that mommy mobile you drive off my goddam property. But I’m a reasonable man. I don’t want to make anyone do anything, but if you folks are open to negotiation, I think I can get you on your way by morning.”
“We are not doing that,” he sputters between gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice down so the kids don’t hear.
“There’s no we, Brad. I don’t want anything from you.”
“My wife is not…”
“Brad, honey. You need to calm down. You know what the doctor said. This is a tough situation, but I think we can work it out.”
“We can, if you’re willing.” I stare at her when I say it. “No one’s getting forced to do anything here. Anything that happens is freely given and accepted.”
Emily takes a deep breath and tries to look tough when she stares at me. It’s all between us now. Brad is going to have to get with the program.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Emily! No!”
“Stop, Brad. I’m negotiating.”
I take a long, leisurely look up and down her body. “Why don’t you take the family over to the local motel and get settled in. It’s about a 15-minute walk from here. I’ll get that thing up on my lift and check it out. Come back and see me in about an hour and we’ll work this out.”
“What am I going to have to do to make this right, Chuck?”
I laugh. “I bet you won’t have to do much to make me happy. We’ll do whatever feels right. I know this is a bad circumstance, but I’m an honest man. You can trust me. I won’t push you past your limits.”
My cock stretches my jeans and Emily notices it. She stares and I see her wheels turning. She’s wondering if she can really do this. I’ll be honest. I’m shocked she’s considering it at all. This was a long shot from the get-go. I thought it would be a fun tease — something to jerk off to later — and they’d be stuck until Monday. I’d charge her asshole husband through the nose, and they’d be on their way.
Brad roughly grabs her arm and drags Emily to the side. I can’t hear their words, but body language tells it all. He’s freaked out, she’s trying to calm him down, but losing her patience. I’m thinking, there’s no way he’s going to let her do this, even if she’s willing. My woman never would. But I don’t think old Brad is the one wearing the pants — or the dad shorts in his case. Emily turns away from him and walks over to me. The fine sheen of sweat on her face only makes her look prettier. She’s one of those women who glow.
“I’ll be back in about an hour. Please see what you can do, Chuck.”
I openly ogle her again. “Don’t worry, Emily. I’m properly motivated now. But keep in mind, darlin’, once that minivan is on my lift it’s not coming down until I get what I want.”
“Don’t worry. I understand.”
“Em, you are not going to fuck that guy to get our car fixed. Are you insane?”
“No one said anything about fucking him. You saw the way he looked at me. I bet if I flash him my boobs he’ll come on the spot and that’ll be it. He can’t really think I’d consider screwing him.”
“These small-town yokels can be dangerous.”
“You’ve seen too many movies, Brad. It’s going to be fine, and we’ll be back on the highway in the morning.”
“We should call the sheriff. Demanding sex for car repairs must be illegal. Even here.”
“Who do you think the sheriff would side with? Even if he did do something to Chuck, we’d still be stuck here.”
“There must be another way, Em.”
“There’s not. And you know there’s not.”
I hug and kiss Brad to reassure him. We’re outside by the loudly wheezing ice machine so the family doesn’t hear us. My mom is with the kids in one of the rooms we rented. Brad hugs me back and I feel the strangest thing. Is he hard?
“Em, I hate this.”
I wiggle against him and yep, that’s definitely his hard dick in his cargo shorts. It’s not as big as that lump I saw in Chuck’s jeans, but I feel it.
“Are you sure about that?”
“What do you mean?”
I rub him and it twitches.
“Feels like you like something about this.”
“Em, no…that’s not it…no…listen… You just look so hot in that dress. You always look hot.”
“I wore it for you, baby, even though we were going to be in the car all day. I knew you’d look over and see my legs. I know you like it when I look good.” He twitches again in my hand. “I’m not complaining, baby.”
“It’s not about him.”
“Chuck.”
“Chuck. Whatever. Fuck him. I don’t want you to do this.”
“I understand that, Brad. I believe you don’t want this to happen. But maybe a tiny part of you likes the idea that I’m going to have to do something.”
“Em, no…”
“You like the idea of your good little wife being bad…”
“Em, no. That’s…”
“Admit it, Brad. It is kind of hot. In a dirty, fantasy kind of way.”
“Really?” He is stunned.
“It’s like one of those stories in the old Penthouse magazines my dad kept in the garage. I’m only doing this because I have to, but I don’t mind if a teeny, tiny part of you likes it.” I lower to a sexy whisper. “I can tell you all about it when I get back.”
“Jesus, Em.”
He jerks my hand away from his crotch. I think he was about to make a mess in his cargo shorts. Brad is super sweaty, even for such a warm evening. I don’t want him to feel bad about this. I kiss him again and rub his chest.
“It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Even if I have to jerk this guy off, it’s fine. I was in a sorority. He won’t be the first guy I jerked off to go away.”
“You weren’t my wife then, Em. The kids…”
“The kids will never know their mommy jerked off the mechanic. They just see this all as an adventure.”
After a silence, he says, “You’re really going to do this?”
“You want this to be over, don’t you?”
Brad nods, defeated. I tell him, “I love you, baby. This won’t change that. It’s a transaction. Nothing more.”
“Okay,” he grumbles.
I stay outside when Brad fills the plastic ice tub and carries it back to the room. I need a minute. He can’t see how excited I really am. I think I hid it well. I let slip that the fantasy of this could be exciting, but Brad can’t know how I really feel. My husband can never know the twisted thoughts my dad’s old dirty magazines put in my head when I was a teenager. A lot of those thoughts are still there. I just suppress them. I guess that happens when you read those stories at an impressionable age.
I’ve always had dark fantasies about being ravaged by a rough stranger. Thinking about being forced to do things is such a turn-on. I’ve woken up so soaked from dirty dreams that I’ve made Brad fuck me in the middle of the night. I can’t believe that it might really happen. I told my husband I’d jerk off Chuck, but I don’t really believe it will stop there.
Chuck is just the kind of rough stranger I’ve fantasized about. He’s over six feet and big. He’s older and not all muscle, but he looks strong. I know he could make me do things. His buzzed gray hair and bushy beard make him look like a guy you don’t mess with. He might be old enough to be my dad — or close to it — and that’s hot too. Don’t ask me to explain it. And then there’s that lump I saw in his jeans…
I’m with Brad. I can’t believe I’m going to do this, but it’s happening. I do take Chuck at his word, and I know we’re not getting the family minivan back until I give him everything he wants. I need to take a deep breath and calm down before I go back into the room and freshen up. I feel like my need is written all over my face.
I’ll admit it. I’m surprised when I see Emily walking down the road toward the garage. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a cute bouncing ponytail. Perfect. She looks like a dream in the hot early evening shimmer — like something out of a movie. It still might not happen. I’m sure she thinks she’s going to wrap me around her finger, flirt a little, flash some legs, and I’ll let her off the hook. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t force her to do anything, but I’m going to need a little more than that to complete this transaction. Their minivan can stay on my lift all weekend. I lean against the bay door and watch her come all the way in. Damn, those legs really are killer.
“You look surprised to see me.”
“I bet you’re surprised to be here.”
Emily looks shy, caught. It’s sexy. “I didn’t think my day would end like this, that’s for sure.” She looks past me into the dirty garage at her minivan up on the lift. “Never thought I’d be in a place like this.”
“Don’t work in a garage back home?”
“I’m a stay-at-home mom.”
“Guess old Brad pulls it in then.”
“Something like that.”
“All you have to do is raise the kids, keep the house, and keep in shape. You’re doing a good job, Emily. Damn, you’re pretty.” I eye her up and down when I say the last bit.
Emily looks at me over her sunglasses and smirks. “Is that what you think of me? I’m just some boring, sheltered housewife?”
I touch her cheek and my thumb smudges grease on it. Looks good on her. I bet everything does.
“I think a lot of things about you, Emily. I’m gonna find out which ones are true. Let’s go back inside.”
I walk her into the bay, past the sign that says “No Customers in Garage” to my office in the back. Her ass looks great when she moves in front of me. The small office is stuffed with a beat-up old desk overloaded with paperwork and parts boxes, a shelf full of out-of-date manuals, and a dirty old couch held together by duct tape. Emily vibrates with nervous energy when I brush past her.
I take two cans from a minifridge in the back corner, crack one, and hand it to her. “Have a beer. It’s hot as blazes and maybe it’ll help you chill out.”
Emily stands in the gap between the desk and the couch, looking around like she doesn’t know what to do. I’m impressed when she knocks back the cheap beer. Those proper lips probably never touched anything so hillbilly. I’m sure Brad is all about the craft beers. I perch on the edge of the desk, forcing her back. She’s afraid to be too close. She’s forced to sit on the couch. Emily gives it a doubtful look before sweeping the dress under her ass and dropping onto the couch.
“What’s going to happen?”
“What do you want to happen, darlin’?”
“This is about what you want, Chuck.” There’s that hint of naughty in her smile again.
I want so many things that my brain short-circuits. Emily is sunk deep into the worn, old couch, pushing the dress up into her lap. If those legs move, I’ll see panty. I follow those legs all the way down to her pristine white sneakers. They’re cute and innocent, which makes me want to foul her even more. I’m rock-hard just looking at her. I can’t believe this perfect creature is in my filthy office.
“What did you tell Brad you’d do here?”
“I told him I might have to jerk you off.” She tosses it out like it’s nothing.
“And if things go further?”
“I’ll do what I need to do, Chuck.”
I sip my beer to keep from groaning at that perfect answer. “I want to see your panties.”
Emily stares at me while she drains the rest of her beer and sets the empty can aside. She sweeps the dress higher and opens her legs to flash white cotton at me. Her fingers casually caress her thigh. Is that a wet spot? Is she really into this? I adjust myself in my jeans.
“Do you ever touch yourself, Emily?”
She nods and softly replies, “Sometimes.”
“Does your husband know?”
Emily shakes her head. I grin. I bet that poor bastard has no idea what a dirty girl he’s married to. She’s good at being perfect and sweet on the outside.
“Show me.”
“What do you want to see?”
“Show me how you touch yourself, darlin’.”
Emily closes her eyes, deeply inhales, and rubs the front of those clean white panties. Slender fingers move up and down until the fabric darkens with moisture and forms to her slit. Her nails are perfect and pink. Emily’s breath catches and she bites her lip. No question those panties are damp now.
“Look at me.”
Her blue eyes lock onto me, hazy and hooded with desire. This girl needs it. Her lips part and the softest moan escapes.
“Is this what you wanted, Chuck? You want to watch me touch myself?”
I chuckle. “It’s a start. You like me watching, don’t you?”
“Maybe…”
“Don’t play games with me, or I’ll put you over my knee, Emily.”
“I like it,” she admits, whimpering.
“Brad ever spank you?”
“No,” she moans.
“But you’ve been spanked? And I don’t mean by your daddy.”
“Yea…yes…”
“Show me that puss, darlin’.”
Emily pulls her panties aside to flash shiny pink. The girl is soaked. I’m surprised to see she’s smooth down there. I thought a good girl like her would think going bald was dirty. She spreads herself without prompting, showing it all to me. She’s got a pretty little cunt. Nice and tight. I need to open that up. I know old Brad can’t.
“Take off your panties. Give them to me.”
Her hips lift off the couch and Emily shimmies her panties down. She pulls them past her sneakers, balls them up, and tosses them to me. The damn cotton makes my balls ache. I barely resist the urge to sniff them, which might be pushing the boundaries of weirdness for her. I can do it later. She’s not getting them back.
Emily watches me with her knees up and together. Her ankles block my view of that juicy peach. She’s waiting for another order, but I wasn’t done with watching the first thing. Watching that young mom touch herself is the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.
“Keep going, darlin’. We were both enjoying the show.”
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who likes to watch, Chuck. I thought you were more of a doer,” she says, watching me while she slowly opens her legs.
“Heh, there’ll be plenty of doing, Emily. But I like watching you play with that sweet cunt. It just feels wrong.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies with a musical giggle. Her guard is dropping and she’s having fun with this.
Emily keeps her eyes open this time while she spreads open and rubs her pink. My blood boils watching her growing excitement. Seeing this pretty, pristine, blonde mom rub her cunt for my entertainment is an impossible dream come true. Her soft moans are music to my ears. I’ve done this deal before and gotten a couple handjobs and blowjobs over the years, but I’ve never had a woman so perfect and so willing.
“Do you want to come for me?”
Her response is a submissive nod while she moans louder. Those fingers stop stroking up and down and focus on her clit. Her body jerks and she cries out when she touches it. Emily is close.
“Don’t come too fast, darlin’. We’ve got plenty of time.”
to be continued…

Young Wife Becomes a Backroom Slut Pt. 2
Emily fully submits to the dirty old mechanic, giving him every last bit of her…

The dirty bastard leers down at me from his desk like a starving man drooling over a steak. I bet he’s never seen anyone as sexy as me. I’m shocked all he’s doing is watching. It will be a gift if I get out of this without him touching me. And I’ll be disappointed. I’m ashamed, but I want him to use me.
Chuck tells me not to come yet and I want to curse at him. I need to come. He may be a dirty bastard, and this whole thing may be degrading, but jeez it’s got me hotter than I’ve ever been. My kitty is soaked and throbbing. I love following his sick orders. I rub my button in tight circles and I don’t know if I can stop myself from peaking.
He comes off the desk and pulls open the snaps on his shirt. Chuck is unexpectedly fit, lean with just a little gut that’s probably come with age. The tattoos on his arms are too faded to read. Besides, my brain is too scrambled with lust to focus. All I can think about is coming.
Chuck drops his jeans and I think he’s finally ready to stop teasing and use me. Thank god! His dick slaps up again his stomach and seeing that thing almost pushes me over the edge. Oh. My. God. Chuck is a huge dirty bastard. It’s as thick around as my wrist and crazy long. He can’t be hurting for women with that thing hanging between his legs. He holds it out and stands right in front of me. God, I want it. I know it’s written all over my face.
“You like that, don’t you Emily.”
I nod, too busy moaning to speak. I don’t look at him, I stare at it.
“Tell me.”
“I…I…want it…” My moans make it sound like I’m begging. Maybe I am. He likes that.
Chuck steps closer. I could just grab it. He slowly rubs it and I think he might not give it to me. The bastard might just spray his jizz all over me. Maybe he just wants to humiliate me. That would be so damn hot! I imagine Chuck pumping it all over my face and in my hair and making me walk back to the motel like that. My cries peak when I think about it. I’m going to come whether he likes it or not.
“Ahhh…ahhh…oh god…ahhhh…”
The room spins and I pulse with pleasure and burst. The orgasm floods through me and I want to scream, but I’ve trained myself to be quiet when I do this. Rubbing my pussy has always been my dirty secret — until now. I just moan and moan while I shake with bliss. Chuck laughs and I hate him for it, but he can make me do whatever he wants, if he gives me what I need. If he sends me back to Brad like this, I’m going to fuck my husband to death.
I’m still dizzy from my orgasm when Chuck grabs the back of my head and shoves it in my mouth. Guess he’s not just about watching. He’s not gentle and pushes that monster right to the back of my throat. I cough and sputter, but he keeps it back there and forces me to adjust. I breathe through my nose and start sucking.
Brad has not prepared me for this. I give my husband head sometimes — not as often as when we were dating — but it’s nothing like this. He is not gifted like Chuck. I have to unhinge my jaw to take the mechanic. Chuck only eases back when I begin sucking, but my mouth is still full of his musky meat. I look up at him with watering eyes and he’s grinning. He likes seeing me struggle.
“That’s a good girl. You’re hungry for that dick. Wonder if a girl like you has sucked a lot of dick. Show me what you can do with that pretty mouth, darlin’.”
The taunting makes me suck harder. This dirty man’s dirty words ignite me. He twists my long ponytail in his fist and steadily fucks my mouth. I feel the drool run from my lips when he pulls back. I’m a dirty mess. Blowing my husband doesn’t make me drool. God, what would Brad think if he saw me like this? I bet he’d run and never look back. This isn’t the sweet sorority girl he married. I had my naughty fun in college, but never did anything like this.
My jaw aches and I don’t even recognize the weird, animal grunting sounds I make while he uses my mouth. Chuck likes to bury it in my throat and hold it there until I feel like I’m going to pass out before he lets me breathe. And even then, it’s not all in my mouth. He speeds up and I try to grab his root, but Chuck smacks my hand away. He just wants my mouth.
“Aw fuck, you suck like a Hoover, Emily. Fuck that’s good. You’re a natural-born cocksucker. Gonna make me dump my load right down your pretty fuckin’ throat.”
I want it. I crave his cum. I’ve never wanted a guy to nut for me so bad. Back when I was giving those handjobs in college, the ending was always a nuisance I had to clean up. I want Chuck to feed me his dirty cum. I’ve earned it.
Chuck pulls it out of my mouth, and I slump forward panting like I’m chasing it. I look desperate when I stare at his spit-slick dick, but I don’t care. I want it. I’m here to be a slut.
“I’ve never seen such a cock hungry slut, darlin’. Brad must not be taking care of you at home. It would be a crime if I didn’t give you what you really need.”
“Let me finish you. I know you want to come in my mouth,” I whine.
“Oh, I do. But it will be more fun to come in that pussy. You want to be fucked, don’t you Emily?”
“Oh god, yes.” The words spill out of me.
“Strip off that dress and tell me what you want.”
Chuck moves back to the edge of the desk to give me room and I stumble to my feet. My whole body is thrumming with need it’s hard to stand. I pull the loose pink dress over my head and drop it back onto the couch. That dress is such a suburban mom staple, and now it’s tossed onto a filthy garage couch. I feel silly in my plain white bra and sneakers and toss the bra away too. I go to kick my sneakers off, but Chuck tells me to leave them on. Okay.
“Fuck, you’re tight, darlin’. Do you spend the day at the gym while Brad’s at work? Goddam, I can’t believe you pumped out three fuckin’ kids.”
I glow with pride. I’ve always been naturally thin, but I’ve had to work hard to keep my body through 3 pregnancies. I don’t do it for Brad, but because I like to look good. It’s shameful to admit, but I like to be noticed by men. I love the way Chuck looks at me now. He touches me while he talks.
“These fuckin’ titties are nice.” He molds them with his hands, and I hiss when he pulls my nipples. Brad is never this rough. It feels good.
“They’re not too small?” I’ve always been self-conscious about my little B’s — I used to call them bee stings — even if I’ve never had a guy complain.
“Naw, they’re perfect for your body. You could be a fuckin’ model, Emily.”
I moan and push them into his big, strong hands. His calloused fingers make my soft skin sizzle. This is what it’s like to be with a real man. His hands are dirty and leave marks on my lily-white skin. What will my husband say when he sees them? I grab Chuck’s cock and stroke it while he touches me. I want to encourage him to stop teasing.
“Got your eye on the prize, don’t you darlin’?”
“I told you I want it. Do I have to beg?”
Thick, rough fingers fill me with a squish, and I wail. Oh god! Oh god! He pumps me with his fingers and my needy kitty drools.
“That would be nice.”
“Ahh…fuck me…fuck me Chuck…”
“You want it bad?” The bastard smiles ear to ear.
“So bad, baby. Please fuck me. Give me your big dick, baby. Please…”
“Fuck, you’re a horny slut.”
“You made me want it…oh god…”
Chuck yanks me past him and slams me over his desk. All the trash covering it scatters onto the floor. Yes! Be rough! Use me, dammit! I’m soaked and literally begging for it, but it still hurts when he slams his thick meat inside me. I grab the far side of the desk and shriek, unprepared for just how that thing feels inside me. He’s going to rip me in half!
“Fuck me, darlin’. This is the tightest little cunt I’ve felt in ages. You ain’t never been opened up. Your husband must be a needle dick.”
I want to defend Brad, but I’m too busy catching my breath and trying to accept what’s happening to me. A stranger is plundering my pussy in some filthy garage in the middle of nowhere. How did I get here? I’m a nice Lutheran girl from the suburbs who went to a good university and married the right man. I am not supposed to be bent over a desk getting railed by a dirty mechanic — and loving it.
“Your goddam ass is perfect too. Look at that thing bounce! Girls ain’t supposed to be this perfect and this dirty, darlin’,” he grunted, fingers digging into my narrow hips.
The small office fills with sounds of fucking, our flesh slapping together, my drenched kitty squishing with every powerful thrust, his grunts, and my submissive moans. Sweat drips off his forehead onto my back. I’m all sweaty too. Brad and I make love in our bedroom with the central air on. I can’t remember the last sweaty fuck I had.
I’ve been drugged by his giant cock, and I can’t think straight. He pulls back and I think he’s going to turn me inside out, but then he rams it back in, and I’ve been launched on a rocket again. Chuck touches every part of me. I didn’t know I could be filled like this.
Chuck grabs my ponytail and yanks my head back. Oh god! He’s really riding me like a pony. I’ve never been used so roughly. I’m getting when I never knew I needed. I only realize now that I’ve never been with a real man who knows how to take a woman.
My entire body throbs when he stops with his cock shanked deep inside me. His hot, heavy balls rest on the backs of my thighs. I hear him huffing behind me while I squirm and try to get him to start fucking again.
“You’re an eager slut, Emily.”
“Don’t stop! Please! I’m almost there!” I beg. My pride is gone. I just want him to fuck me.
Panic rises in me when Chuck spreads my cheeks. What is he doing? He spits and I feel it on my puckered hole. No! He can’t think I’ll do that!
“Chuck…wait…please…I don’t…”
“You don’t what? Take it in the ass, darlin’? You don’t know what you’re missin’.”
“I can’t…Chuck, I can’t…please…anything else…you’re too big…”
His amazing dick is still buried in my pussy, but I feel pressure on my tight knot. It resists, but he wants it and goes harder. My rosebud quivers and relents and his thumb pops into my asshole. Oh god, it stings! It stings and it throbs. I can’t take it. It hurts too much. I’ve been a good girl for him. Why is he doing this?
“Relax, darlin’. Relax and I promise you’ll like this. I know an ass this tight isn’t ready for my dick, but a little asshole tease is fun. Just breathe, Emily.”
Chuck isn’t going to stop so I take deep, measured breaths, just like I learned in Lamaze class. My rosebud still throbs. I don’t know how I’m going to take it until he starts moving his dick again. Oh god yes! That is exactly what I need. The waves of pleasure pushing out from my kitty swamp the pain in my ass and transform it. Suddenly, it’s all part of a whole. Having both holes filled is intense and overwhelming.
I’ve always been so good at being quiet to make sure no one overhears, but I lose control with Chuck plugging both of my holes. My whining moans turn to cries, then shrieks, then it feels like I’m screaming. I come so hard I can’t breathe. I pulse with the pace of Chuck fucking me and fingering my ass. I’m a limp, screaming, shaking mess, and he just keeps fucking me. He goes even harder, and I swear I’ll never stop coming.
“Yeah, feels good to let it all out, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah…yeah…oh god yeah…oh god…”
“This is what it feels like to have a real dick. You ain’t never had one before, have you?”
“Ahhh…uhnn…no…no…oh god no…so big…so good…”
Chuck laughs at me and stops fucking. I feel an immediate sense of loss when he pulls out of me. I’m confused because it doesn’t feel like he came. I guess I’m lucky if he didn’t. My kitty feels like she’s gaping open, and she’ll never snap back. I want him back inside me, even though it feels like another orgasm will kill me. His thumb pops out of my ass and it gapes open too. Oh god, did he ruin me?
“Let’s move it over to the couch so I can treat you right, darlin’.”
Chuck scoops me up like it’s nothing and lays me on that ancient couch. I didn’t expect him to treat me so tenderly after everything else. The worn fabric feels greasy beneath me. He is not finished. I willingly open my arms and legs when he moves on top of me. I even grab his pipe and pull it to my kitty. He smiles warmly.
“You want more, don’t you Emily?”
I nod. “Please.”
“I got plenty more for a pretty girl like you.”
Chuck slides it in and I feel complete again. My greedy pussy hugs him. Oh god, it’s so good. I act without thinking and pull him into a kiss.
I love that look on her face when I sink it in again. That’s the look of love. I’m not foolish enough to think it’s love for me. This pretty young mom loves my dick, but I can pretend a little of it is for me. I really don’t think she’s had a proper fucking in her life. I hope I’ve ruined her for that dickhead Brad. And then she kisses me.
Damn, didn’t expect that, but I’ll make out with her. I’ve never kissed such a beautiful girl before. She rakes her fingers through my wiry gray hair and teases me with her tongue. Her moan when I sink it in and hold it there almost makes me come, but I have control — even in such a tight cunt. I push my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks it eagerly. Emily’s a passionate kisser. Maybe I need to stall fixing their minivan and keep her around for another night.
Emily tears her mouth away to moan when I go back to work. I put it to her nice and slow. Her swollen, pointed nipples brush my hairy chest while I rock it in and out of her. I threw her over my desk because I had to see that ass in action, but this is nice. A girl like this really knows how to do it this way. She can’t help responding like we’re real lovers. Her arms wrap around me, and her hips roll up to meet my steady thrusts.
“Ahhh…ahhh…mmmm…yesss…”
“Feel so fuckin’ good, Em…aww fuck that’s good…”
“Yesss…yesss…so good…” she moans in agreement.
“You love this dick, don’t you?”
“Yesss…oh god…don’t ever stop, baby…”
“Better than your husband?”
Emily only hesitates for a second. I’ve broken her, and she’s a good little slut who can’t help herself now.
“Yesss…you’re sooo big…sooo perfect inside me…I love it…”
“You want it all night…”
“Yesss…please…fuck me all night baby…”
I’m sure she never talks to Brad this way. Has she ever even told that limp dick to fuck her? I bet he just shoves it in, and she hopes he lasts long enough to get her off. This pussy is mine now. I may never see Emily again, but every time she barely feels his dick, she’s going to be thinking about how old Chuck stretched her out and made her scream.
Her legs wrap around me, and I speed up. Those cute white sneakers bounce against my ass while I ride her. I can’t hold out forever, not with a body like hers. Emily is too damned perfect. I’d feel bad for being rough with her if she hadn’t loved it so much. She’s been waiting for a real man to come along all of her life.
I groan and fight coming when her cunt ripples around me. Her breathy moans and whimpers are even hotter than the dirty talk. Emily is teaching me a lesson now. She’s showing me how to make love instead of fuck. Her body heaves up at me and her nails dig into my back. Her eyes are wide, and she cries my name and she’s coming again. Her cunt massages me and I’m done.
“Aww fuck…aww Em…”
“Ahhh god…yesss…fill me…ahhh god…give it to me…”
I can’t believe this sweet wife is begging for my cum. I’d thought about being nice and pulling out. It would have been hot to blast it all over her tits, but not now. I jam it into her and pump my spunk right at her womb. It’s like playing Russian Roulette with a girl in her prime like her. I haven’t busted a nut in a while, and I blast a huge load into her. The more I come, the more Emily loves it. Her arms and legs tighten around me to keep me in place, and she starts coming all over again. I think this proper lady wants me to breed her. I smile thinking about that sucker Brad raising my kid.
Emily locks me in place until she milks every last drop of jizz out of me and then kisses me. She’s got a screw loose, but I love it. I growl into our kiss. I want to start fucking her all over again. The kiss slowly ends, but we keep sharing little pecks until she shocks me by laughing. It’s full of joy.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I did this. What the hell just happened?”
“You got what you always needed, didn’t you darlin’?”
Emily smiles. “I guess I did. I swear, I didn’t know it could be that hot. What the hell?”
I chuckle. “You proper girls think you’re too good to get down and dirty, but a primal part of you knows you need it. Brad can bust a nut in you, and it feels okay, but your body wants to be bred by a real man.”
“Oh god, do you think we just? Am I?” She goes pale. Emily really wasn’t thinking. I fucked the sense out of her.
“They taught you the birds and the bees, didn’t they? I mean, you’re a mom darlin’.”
“Shit…”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love it, Emily. You begged me for it.”
“I know, it just felt right. My body craved it. But now…”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe Brad won’t mind raising a bastard. You’re a smart girl, Emily. You know how to take care of things. But our local pharmacy doesn’t sell Plan B. We don’t approve of that sort of thing around here.”
Emily puts on a brave face. “It’ll be fine. I know it will be. I think the timing is fine.”
“Sure, darlin’.”
I kiss her and she returns it, but not as enthusiastically as before. She’s coming down from that high. But my dick is still in her, and even soft it’s got her all plugged up. Her hungry pussy is still pulsing around me. I stay in her long enough, I’ll be ready to start all over again.
“Have I earned my minivan back?”
“You’ve earned a year of tune-ups, darlin’.”
Emily laughs. “You just want me to come back.”
“Like you don’t want an excuse for this again.”
“I plead the fifth. Let me up. I need to get back.”
My dick slips out of her and my seed drips out of her gaping cunt. It’s okay. It’s been packed in there long enough. I’m not saying I want to knock some random girl up, but it would be hot knowing this sweet, sexy wife is walking around with my baby inside her. Yeah, it’s wishful thinking, but let me have it.
A wrench clatters to the floor out in the garage when I get up. I look through the doorway and catch a figure running away. I laugh and shake my head. Cucky Brad just couldn’t help himself. He probably thought he was coming down here to protect his sweet Emily’s honor, but he ended up hanging back to watch her get her first proper fucking. I hope he enjoyed the show.
“What was that?” Emily covers her tits with her arms and shrinks into the couch.
“I don’t know. Something just fell to the floor out there.” I don’t need to out her husband. That’s between them. Hell, maybe this is some kind of kinky game they play all the time. I doubt it.
I help Emily up off the couch and she pulls the pink dress over her head and shakes until it’s in place. She folds her bra and clenches it in her hand but doesn’t ask for her panties. I wouldn’t give them back anyway. I walk her out to the parking lot, where she melts when I kiss her again. Emily still wants it.
“Y’know, it might take another day to fix your car, darlin’. You might need to come back tomorrow.”
Her eyes light up thinking about it, but then she shakes her head.
“You promised tomorrow morning. We have to get to my family reunion.”
“But if you didn’t?”
Emily presses close to me like she doesn’t care who sees. She pulls me down to whisper in my ear. “Then just maybe I’d give you my ass next time.”
Fuck, I love that dirty girl. She’s so sweet I almost feel bad for playing her. I fixed their busted radiator hose before she even arrived. Emily could just drive back to the motel. She kisses my cheek and walks back up the road to the motel. I swear she’s walking differently from before. Nice to know I left a mark.
My head is full of confusing thoughts on the walk back to the motel. The sun is setting and the evening’s cooled down, but I still feel sweaty and dirty. I feel his dirty jizz running down my thighs as I walk. The chirping insects sound like they’re mocking me. They all know I’m a slut. I don’t care. I’ll own it. Chuck was amazing. I should regret all of it — my shameless behavior, my craven begging for his cock, the way I came for him over and over again — but I regret none of it. I’ve never felt more alive. I still have that nagging worry, and I touch my flat belly, but I know it will be okay. It has to be.
My mother sits outside her room smoking when I walk across the parking lot. She gives me a knowing look and offers me a smoke. I haven’t had one since college, but I take it and sit in the chair beside her, thankful for the burning in my lungs.
“You look like you had a hard evening, honey.”
“I just had to go back and give Chuck our credit card.”
Mom gives me a knowing look. “Mmmhmm.”
“What?”
“Emily, sweetheart, I’ve been around the block. I know what a woman looks like when she’s been ridden hard and put up wet. I’m not judging you. A girl’s got to do what she’s got to do, and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the doing of it. I’ve had my share of rough and tumble.”
“Mom!”
“He must have known a few tricks, by the looks of you. Just tell me, was it worth it?”
I turn a thousand shades of red. I can’t talk to my mother about this, can I? Brad had to know, but I didn’t want anyone else to ever know what a slut I was for Chuck. Mom keeps staring at me and it comes bubbling up. I do want to tell someone. How can you have an experience like that and keep it all inside?
“Oh my god, Mom. He was so big.” I hold my hands out to try to show it.
“Did he know how to use it?”
I think my smile says it all, but I add, “He made me feel things I didn’t think were possible. He did things Brad would never do.”
“I’m jealous. I feel like I should wander down there. Be careful, don’t try to compare Brad to that. He’s a sweet man, but I know he can’t wreck you like this.”
“I can move on. It was one time. I’m good.” Even as I say it, I wonder. I don’t love my husband any less, but I worry I’ll always crave what Chuck just did to me.
“Where did he…”
I look away. Now, I’m ashamed. I’ve been telling myself it didn’t matter, but having my mother ask the question hammers home how reckless I was. I should have begged to swallow it or have him come all over me. Anywhere but so deep in my pussy. I really do think the timing is okay, but Chuck came a lot. It’s still running out of me. I think he dumped more cum in me than my husband has in a year. Mom pats my thigh.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. If there’s a problem, we’ll take care of it. You can’t run around with some hick mechanic’s baby in you. It’s all well and good to have your fun, but we’re back to real life now. And Brad never has to know.”
“Oh god, what am I going to tell him? He begged me not to go. I told him that maybe I would jerk Chuck off. How can I tell him the truth? I guess I don’t have to tell him the whole truth.”
“Sweetheart, he knows. I don’t know how much he saw, but he came running back here about 10 minutes ago. I don’t think he was just out for a stroll.”
“Shit.”
“Take it easy on him, sweetheart. It’s a hell of a thing for a man to see his wife do something like that.”
“What if he hates me?”
Mom smiles. “I saw the look on his face. I don’t think he hates you, Emily. I think he’s very confused. You should go talk to him.”
“Can I get a shower in your room first?”
“Just go, Emily.”
Brad is waiting for me in our room. The kids are still in Mom’s. He pounces the second the door is closed. He rips my dress off and stares at my body like I’m an alien. He can’t stop staring at my gaping, wrecked kitty. It’s still dripping Chuck’s seed. Brad shoves it in me and I’m ashamed to say I barely feel him. I don’t come, but it’s over quick. Brad finishes the second he feels how loose I am.
I tell him I’m sorry, but he just hushes me and holds me. He tells me everything will be all right. It’s what I need to hear. And like my mom said, if there’s a problem, I’ll deal with it. I let my husband hold me and try to forget what Chuck’s giant cock felt like inside me.


