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                                     J. Boswell
                                  Guilty Pleasures
                    I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really
                   believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either.
                  In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother
            and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware Valley's top
             firms.  I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that
               my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small two-piece
             swimsuit.  In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my
                                  young-stud lover wants me to do.
                 Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd jobs,
             delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc.  By all definitions of the
            word, he is a "hunk."  He works out and his body is rock-hard.  Brown eyes,
                 beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man.
                      I am very much the professional in the office, but at office
              luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I just
              can't help it.  At first, Scott was the perfect target for my flirting:
              good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and position in
              the office.  He was always fun to tease, always a good sport -- until a
                               Christmas party at a partner's house.
                    In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Phil, at my
             side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening.  Later in the
             evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my
                          arm and pulled me into a bedroom.  It was Scott.
                 "Come here, you cockteaser."  He hissed, as he closed the bedroom door
                                            behind us. 
                 I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in return,
                        or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.
                  His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the green
            velvet of my dress.  His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened
                                           to his touch.
                       "No, Scott!  What do you think you're doing?  My husband is
                                            downstairs!"
                   "I'm breaking a cockteaser.  In my neighborhood we know how to deal
             with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met.  When I'm through
                               with you, you won't tease me anymore."
                   His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond
            anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress
            a nervous giggle.  But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me
              on.  I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was
            Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me.  Still, the roughness was causing
               me to respond.  Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never
             talked to me or felt me the way Scott was.  This was new and exciting.  I
                fellalmost willingly when Scott pushed meon to the bed.
                  "Scott!  Stop it!  Are you crazy?"  I was protesting, but I was also
                                       keeping my voice low.
                  Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. 
            He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose and, instead of
             removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far enough to the
               side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt and I
                      started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke.
                 When he came, he pulled out and stood up.  I sat up and smiled at him,
              "Wow!  I really can't believe that happened, Scott.  It was great, but I
                            can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"
                    Scott grabbed theof my head and pulled me to his still-hard
                              cock, "Shut up, bitch.  Lick me clean."
                    I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then
                               licking our juices from its length.  
                 As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why cockteasers
            tease?  Because they are really sluts and that's the only way they know how
                       to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."  
                    I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much
             attention to what he was saying.  Finally, when he was clean, he returned
                his meat into his pants and zipped up.  He walked out of the bedroom
            without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned
                                    to the party, he was gone. 
                 That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex.  I didn't
               know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no longer live
             without.  Until Scott took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement
               like that existed.  I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more.
                                        ....................
                 At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car and demanded
             a blow job.  There was never any question of doing what he said to do.  I
               vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and
                                            wanted more.
                   I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual. Every
             afternoon, in my $400 business suits, I'd be sucking on my stud's hot cock
             as his hands roamed over and in my body.  He'd fill my mouth with cum, and
              watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive home and be the
                                      perfect wife and mother.
                 On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me to be there
             by noon on Saturday.  It was easy enough to tell Phil that I was preparing
                   for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at the office.
                 When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to
             undress.  For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state
                    of sexual awareness in my life!  Scott tired this girl out!
                  His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body.  I became a
             slave to his touch.  He would tease and play with me until my release was
             about to explode, and thenoff - he drove me crazy and into ecstasy. 
             He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole.  He sucked my
              nipples and toes and fingers and clit.  He massaged my legs andand
                                      breasts and my pussy.  
                   Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he couldn't
             compare to Scott.  I didn't want the afternoon to end.  I wanted Scott to
                                         fuck me for days.
                 I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Scott around
               the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday,
                                               slut."
                                             "I'll be here."
                       "See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."
                                        "I'll be waiting, Scott."
                   It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday
                 was even better than the first!  Scott was so young and strong and
                aggressive.  The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and
              enjoyed.  But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another
            long week between Scott's fucks.  Every night, during our garage blow jobs,
             I begged Scott to let me visit him.  Finally, on Thursday he said yes.  I
            stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed.  Driving
              home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in
            control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and sexually addicted
                                             to Scott.
                                      ........................
                        On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.
                                "This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.
                     I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while. I
                couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with the
                           fucking!  I get hot just being close to Scott.
                   Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Sean
                            you'd give him a blow job, before he left."
                  "No, Scott, I can't do that."  I couldn't understand why Scott would
                      say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.
                   "Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck
                             out of here.  No more fun times with me."
                 I knew Scott was serious.  I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it
            for only a few seconds.  I was not prepared to give up Scott's pleasures so
                                              easily.
                                   "Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."
                  With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of
                the bed.  I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down to his
              shoe-tops.  I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips
                  around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth.
                  Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom.  He was naked and seemed
               to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth.  His dick was hard and I
                     reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded in my mouth.
                    I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next several
            hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same time.  It
              became obvious that Scott's favorite position was pounding his cock into
                           me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's cock.
                  My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's apartment.

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  I
            couldn't believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever
               made love to me, and that day I had been used and abused by two young
                    studs.  I wondered why I didn't have regrets or more guilt.
                                     .........................
                    The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and
             kinkier.  I continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday for the
              next couple of months.  Most days Scott was alone, but Sean did show up
                         occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.
                   In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and when I
               did, he handed me an outrageous outfit.  It was a skirt, too short for
              anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very high
                                               heels.
                      "Put these on, Patti.  I'm having some friends over to watch
                         basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."
                  I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my experience with
              Sean.  "Scott, please don't make me do this.  I don't want to entertain
                     your friends -- just you.  I'll wear this outfit for you."
                 Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand.  "No problem, Patti.  You know
            the rule -- you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore.  It's that simple. 
               You wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever come."
                  An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up than I
             have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three
            friends.  My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed
             and fingered at every opportunity.  I was pulled down on to laps for feels
             and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me
                                           to sit on it.
                 Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on
            and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling
            my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock.  He
             pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and
                                               hands.
                 That started the party in ernest.  After that first fuck, I moved from
             lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot
                                   their load and get hard again.
                 I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive,
            willing woman available to take care of their animal urges, these guys were
             crude and rude and gross.  One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as
             he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up.  Another guy pulled
             his cock out of my mouth as he started to come, and shot his warm, sticky
             jism on my tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch
                                  me lick his cum off my nipples.
                 Sean laid on hison the floor and had me mount his cock.  Another
             guy, Dave, stood over Sean and I sucked his prick into my mouth.  Within a
            few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching.  I reached for his
             erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face.  The
            sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave, because they both
                                 came within seconds of each other.
                     For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, I
                serviced their cocks.  They were no longer men to me, only jerking,
                     pumping, shooting cocks.  And I loved every minute of it.
                  Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had been for
             me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get dressed and to
             go home.  I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans and groans because I
                                            was leaving.
                  When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and Phil was
                napping.  Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the
                      shower.  I smelled like a whore house next to a brewery.
                  I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Phil stepped
             in wearing a smile and a hard-on.  My guess was that he woke from his nap
            with an erection and wanted me to do something about it.  Without a word, I
            leanedagainst the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside me. 
             When he came, I thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10 or
             12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm
                                      of my action-packed day.
                                   .............................
                   After the party, things gotto "normal" for a while.  Everyday
                after work, I give Scott a blow job.  He lets me visit him about one
            weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday.  Sean is usually there
             on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also shows up.  It doesn't matter to me
             whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service them all -- letting them do whatever
                                          they want to me.
                  Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott.  After work, he handed me
            a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that night, wearing a
                 lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was
            impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night.  Scott told me to
                       be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked away.
                    Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual.  I know I abuse that
             trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some
              women from the office for a bachelorette party.  I didn't know then how
                                     close to the truth I was.
                 I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag.  All that was in it
              was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high heels.  It wasn't
             easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra
                        make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat.
                  Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to knock
             several times.  Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a finger for me
                  to wait.  He turnedinto the apartment and announced, "The
                           entertainment's here.  Get the groom ready!" 
                  More yells from inside followed.  Scott curled his finger for me to
              step inside.  His livingroom was full of men.  Beer cans were everywhere
               and an X-rated video was on the VCR.  In the center of the room was a
                goodlooking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him.
                  Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen.  This is the
             Sex Machine.  Some of you have already met her and know what I mean.  The
                            rest of you -- well, hold on to your balls!
                   "Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not get a
              stripper for the party.  It seems he didn't want to risk any hanky-panky
                      the night before his wedding.  He wants to remain pure!
                   "I didn't think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here's
              what happens.  Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could
             have had, because....."   Scott opened my raincoat and threw it out of the
                                room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"
                  For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys there. 
             Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time it was no more
              than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs.  It wasn't long after I started,
             that Gary began to beg to be released.  I tempted him with my tits and ass
                           and snatch, but Scott refused to release him.
                  Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary should
              be allowed to change his mind.  Most of his friends booed the idea, but
                Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it.  We tried thinking of a
              challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my
              overused and overflowing pussy.  I suggested that before Gary could fuck
                         me, he had to eat me clean.  Gary didn't hesitate.
                  I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their
               cum over and in my pussy.  Scott untied Gary and he fell on top of me,
                diving into my cunt.  The room burst into cheers as I came and came.
                    At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my
              sloppy cunt.  He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me.
                 I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs.  Scott wrapped my raincoat
              around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a
                                   present for me in my pockets.
                  I sat in the car for a few minutes.  My thighs and hips and cunt felt
             like I had just given birth.  My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours
             in a dentist's chair.  My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed
                     teeth marks.  I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?"
                  When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom. 
                                           All was quiet.
                   Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets.  In
             each was a video tape.  I couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape,
                              so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY."
                   I couldn't believe it!  It was a tape of this evening's festivities
            and I never noticed anyone filming!  I wondered what Phil would think if he
                    saw them?  I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet.
                  As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell
             Scott no more parties.  One-on-one with him, only.  I just don't know what
                             I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."
                                               THE END (for now)
                                                  

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