Affairs/fanfck
                                      Diamond
                                    Fantasy Fuck
                      Breakfast is over...your husband is off to work, and the
                     kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen
                            table finishing the last cup from the coffee
                      pot...daydreaming about nothing in particular...getting
                                  ready to start another weekday.
                      The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning
                      trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it
                    might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you
                     think "what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe
                      and worn slippers...well the hell with it, whoever it is
                          they probably don't look much better than I do."
                     Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the
                     front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you
                    can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security
                    viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a
                    man in a cap and workshirt. He apppears to be in his mid to
                    late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around
                                              his cap.
                    You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you
                                             say "Yes?"
                    You can see more of him now...a strong, atheletic, tall man
                               carrying a toolbox in his right hand.
                    "You called about your refrigerator?" he says in a deep, but
                                           soft baritone.
                       You remember your call to the appliance store in town
                    yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your
                                          balky ice maker.
                                   "Yes, I did, come in, please".
                     You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him.
                      "The ice maker...it doesn't work all the time, and we're
                                  expecting company this weekend""
                     Just inside the door he places his tool box on the flooor
                       and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet
                    yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a
                      tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your
                     spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or
                     moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to
                     reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the
                                   headlights of a speeding car.
                     He doesn't move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into
                      your soul, and you desperately want to say something to
                     break the spell...but you can't find your voice. Something
                     primal in the depths of your being doesn't want to move or
                     speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning
                    for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a
                      white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.
                     You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are
                     strong, rough hands...a workingman's hands, but strangely
                    graceful in their movements.Slowly, one button at a time, he
                    unbuttons your robe. You feel on the edge of panic, but the
                       growing white fire in your belly holds you firmly, and
                                         quietly, in place.
                     He pushes the robe gently off your shoulders, and it falls
                                 silently, forgotten, to the floor.
                      Your knees are turning to water, and the trembling along
                    your spine is moving in waves. Gently he places his hands on
                     your shoulders and turns you around with your back to him.
                      His hands move softly to your hips, and with one hand on
                      your stomach backs you toward him, while the other lifts
                                     your teddy over your head.
                     His hand on your stomach seems to spread the fire upward,
                      and for a moment you can't catch your breath. Gently his
                    hands move upward to caress your erect nipples. and after a
                     moment, downward across your stomach. By now, your will to
                     resist is vanished...you are consumed by an animal need so
                    strong that it's almost more frightening than this man, this
                    stranger. As he holds you against his body, you can feel his
                    nakedness against your back. Between your buttocks you feel
                            his erect penis pulsing gently, insistently.
                      He turns you around. For the first time you see his rock
                     hard body. The muscles of his stomach lie beneath his skin
                     like a washboard. His belly is covered by fine blond hair.
                      and his biceps ripple when he moves his arms. His tiny,
                    erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples
                        touch his chest you totter on the edge of an orgasm.
                    In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks
                     and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor.
                     His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body,
                     touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your
                      soft skin belies their gentleness. slowly his right hand
                    finds your clitoris and begins a gentle stroking which sends
                     waves of sensation coursing into your trembling belly. You
                      close your eyes, giving yourself over completely to the
                            sensations, feeling your mushrooming desire.
                    Your sensations gradually grow in intensity as the rhythm of
                      his hand on your clitoris grows ever faster. Suddenly he
                    stops, and you feel him move down toward your mons. He parts
                    your thighs and with a start of disappointment you feel him
                     move between them. Before you can open your eyes, you feel
                    the insistent pressure of his hand replaced by a warm, wet,
                       raspy sensation around your vagina, which moves slowly
                      upward toward your hot clitoris. As his wet tongue rasps
                    gently across it's inflamed head you feel your belly explode
                                             in orgasm.
                    As you writhe in helpless rapture his stroking tongue guides
                    you from peak to peak, until you think there can't possibly
                     be any more. But moment after moment he caries you higher
                    until you believe you'll die. Finally, you collapse, beyond
                    sensation, floating on a soft carpet in a warm sea.

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 You lie
                                 exhausted, but yearning for more.
                     The stroking of his tongue subsides to a warm caress which
                      adds a gentle pink haze to your dream like state. Then,
                      gradually you feel his tongue become more insistent, and
                      once again, and yet again, you explode in ecstasy. Time
                         after countless time you follow this stranger into
                     sensations you never imagined possible, and after each he
                       gives you an eternity of quiet caressing to savor the
                                              journey.
                      Finally, his tongue abandons your clitoris, and begins a
                      march across your belly. Nibbling, stroking, sucking, he
                    moves up to your full breasts. You feel his warm, wet tongue
                    gently circling your erect and sensitive nipples, first one,
                     and then the other, as sensation shoots from their tips to
                       the pit of your stomach. As he moves along your body,
                    hovering just above it, you feel his penis, erect, inflamed,
                     pressing into your thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing
                      gently up and down. You feel his breath panting on your
                    neck, and the extinguished flame of your desire rises again
                                          from the ashes.
                     You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently at
                    the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on the skin
                    of your shoulders. Your hands move along his back, stroking
                     the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his skin. You feel his
                       body begin to thrust at your vaginal entrance, and you
                    sense his need through the insistence of his movements. Your
                    hands run down his back and grip his iron hard buttocks, and
                      you pull gently, encouraging his joining with you. As he
                     feels your hands pulling him firmly toward you, he thrusts
                        forward, and your well lubricated vagina engulfs his
                         engorged penis. You both gasp with pleasure at the
                                            penetration.
                       His penis begins to stroke rhythmically, and with each
                    pistoning movement he seems to fill you completely. His body
                     is very strong, and his desire for you is intense, but his
                     movement is surprisingly gentle. This strong, hard man is
                    making love to you, and the sudden realization of it brings
                       on an orgasmic release which is as unexpected as it is
                    pleasureable. You rock together in a rhythm as old as time,
                     as waves of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the
                                spiritual plane wash over you both.
                      As your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting
                           grows more gentle, virtually stoping at times.
                     Still he moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle
                     thrust of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The
                    simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of the
                      other sensations you have created together. You have no
                      sense of time, or place, only the joining, the oneness.
                      You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles a
                    growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part of his
                       primal being as the white hot fire in your belly is of
                    yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to finish the
                    act, to leave part of himself inside you. You feel this need
                    building with every pistoning of his massively erect penis,
                      with every thrust of his hips. You can feel his buttocks
                       clenching with increasing desperation as he nears his
                      completion. As you feel this need, you want to join him
                     fully. His increasingly powerful thrusts are greated with
                    your own ever more powerful upthrusts as you strive together
                      to join in this most human of acts. You pound together,
                        stripped of intellect, reduced to primitive animals,
                    grunting, panting, sweat intermingling, senseless, inflamed
                     , and desperately reaching for each other. In a moment his
                      thrusting becomes beyond his control. You open yourself
                     totally pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until
                         he moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the
                     approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at the
                    moment you feel his completion, and you hold him desperately
                     with every muscle in your body. His back arches violently,
                    and between your sweaty thighs, deep in the recesses of your
                      clutching vagina, you feel him begin to throb.With each
                     throb in your vagina, you hear him gasp, and you feel his
                     hot semen pour out of you, running down the crack between
                        your buttocks. With each thrust it flows around his
                    pistoning penis and gushes out. A half dozen times he fills
                    your overflowing vagina, and each time his huge cock forces
                     it out onto your buttocks. Its scalding wash inflames your
                      final explosion, and you shudder together in your final
                     release. In a last moment of conscious thought before you
                       collapse together you feel a completeness you've never
                                     imagined possible before.
                      After some time, you couldn't say how long, you feel his
                    lips brush your cheek. Without a word he stands up, pulls on
                        his clothes, picks up his tools, and quietly leaves.
                     For a long time afterward you lie alone on your livingroom
                    floor, wondering at your lack of remorse, and pleasuring in
                    the warm afterglo. "We never said a word" you think. And as
                        you think about it you realize that the silence, the
                    anonimity, made it alright. "I'm still married, I still have
                    the kids, I still love my husband...I'm ok." And you realize
                     that you've gained something precious...a secret memory to
                     place in that absolutely private place inside, never to be
                                      forgotton, or repeated.
                                              Diamond
                                             July, 1992
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