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Her needIt began, like a cliché, at the company Christmas party. She’d drunk one too many drinks and as the evening wore on, she found herself dancing with the temp Karl. He was tall, broad shouldered and his smile reminded her of Boris Becker whom she’d always thought sexy. By the time of their third dance, Karl had developed a free way with his hands and with her inhibitions reduced by the cocktails she’d drunk earlier; she’d not seen any great harm in it. As the evening drew to a close, she’d even begun to enjoy it.They’d been married and happy for ten years and they’d been together for a few years before that too. Oskar was everything she had wanted in a husband. He was a kind, easy going man who took care to pay attention to her needs and desires. He was a good father to their c***dren too, always working hard to provide for them and taking time to spend time with them. They ate dinner together every day and she was proud of the happy environment in which she lived. She was satisfied. After the Christmas party, Karl had politely kept his distance. She understood that he was giving her the space he assumed she would want after the heavy flirting of their dancing and normally she would have appreciated this, but she couldn’t escape a feeling of disappointment when he avoided her. She grew provocative and although she wasn’t sure why, she began to flirt with him. It didn’t take long before Karl began to respond in a similar manner. After a few days, he invited her to a café for lunch, and afterwards she found herself locked in a toilet cubicle frantically rubbing her swollen little nub with slippery fingers. That evening, as she put the dishes into the washing machine, she watched Oskar across the kitchen counter. He carefully dried the saucepan and returned it to its place.“I’m going to take a shower” she announced as she left the kitchen. He nodded. In the cubicle, she set the nozzle to a tight jet and let the warm water play over her clitoris as she thought about Karl’s hands on her big broad-hipped bottom.The next day, when Karl suggested they go and get lunch again, she had glanced about the office then shook her head quickly. No one was close by or paying attention. She nodded at the door. Karl did exactly as she wanted him to. He left the room casually and five minutes later, she was in the back of the stock room kissing his beautiful lips as he pressed her back against the wall. It was the lunch break. No one was around. Karl only had a day left before he moved on. When she felt the size of his erection, she made up her mind. She went down on her knees and opened his pants. As he gripped her hair, she opened her mouth and let him do as he wanted. Oskar was a good, kind lover. He was always considerate, and by using his tongue, he regularly ensured she came first. She had always appreciated this and reciprocated by accommodating his desires and occasional sexual fantasies. After sucking Karl’s cock she’d felt guilty. She’d sat at the dinner table, mute, picking at her food, wondering edremit escort how she could ever look at Oskar again.“Could you pass me the salt?” he asked. She looked up at him and saw no understanding. He had no idea she realised; he couldn’t have. He didn’t even suspect. It gradually dawned on her as she thought on her terrible deed, that her panties were wet. After dinner, as Oskar was telling the c***dren a good night story, she slipped into the shower and turned on the water.She decided that Karl would be her one little secret, her moment of delicious indiscretion and guilt. Every so often, when she was alone, she would finger herself as she thought about his cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum, or the smell of his crotch pressed against her face. For a while, this satisfied her, but she eventually came to realise that it wasn’t going to work. She found herself being observed by a stranger as she sat on the train one day. She was headed to the capital for a four day training course and she was dressed in her best formal attire. She’d put on her make-up and set her hair up in a bun. With her fashionable glasses and her lap top computer, she looked every bit the professional woman she felt she was. The stranger had a kind face and with his grey hair and trimmed beard, he bore a slight resemble to a kindly uncle she’d once met, years before. Eventually he caught her eye as she darted a look back at him, and when he smiled she felt a blush on her cheeks. He wasn’t like Karl she thought. Where Karl had been young and strong, this man was old and dignified. There was strength in him too she thought. Some iron core of self-discipline that was evident in his ever more frequent glances at her. They had a four hour train journey ahead of them, so when he jerked his chin at the novel she eventually pulled out and asked what it was about, she replied with a smile and soon they were sitting beside each other pretending to discuss the merits of modern literature. She had entertained the idea of finding Karl again but she had known it wouldn’t work. Karl had been a moment of delicious madness and in her mind, she gradually she pushed him into a small corner where he could remain, out of reach and safe. She would think of Karl as she sucked Oskar and revel in the knowledge that Oskar was hers despite her wanton thoughts. Many days passed this way, and with each passing day, Karl became a cherished symbol of her hidden power. His name was Paul. He was fifty two years old, owned his own business, and he was going to the city to finalise a deal. He preferred to take the train he said, because of all the interesting people one often met on a train. She smiled, flattered and pleased by the way his eyes would flicker to and from her breasts. They both wore rings but after they’d introduced themselves to each other, they casually ignored this avenue of conversation. They talked quietly and laughed together and eventually his knee came to rest against hers and she knew she wanted him. When they disembarked escort edremit the train together, she promised to meet with him for a drink the following afternoon and she entered his number on her phone. Paul turned out to be something other than she’d expected. After they’d sat at the bar for an hour or so, he’d suggested they went to a restaurant he knew, but when she’d accepted his offer and pulled on her coat, he’d not led her to a restaurant at all, but to an apartment he owned. Here, he had taken her coat and hung it carefully, then turned to her and told her to take off her underpants. With a suddenly pale face, she’d stared at his authoritative eyes for a moment, but then she’d simply done as he ordered and for the rest of the evening, she’d accepted his every command, even when he told her to phone her husband and tell him good night. The four day course passed in a haze of scribbled notes and half heard lectures. She was good at her job and she found she could keep up, but her mind was elsewhere. Of the four nights she spent in the city, she spent three of them, satisfying Paul’s considerable sexual appetite. Paul liked to fuck married women, and he liked to fuck them hard and mercilessly. She found herself completely dominated by him and used in ways she had never imagined. Where Oskar would lie back and quietly let her suck his cock, Paul roughly fucked her face, fingering her pussy and talking softly to her the whole while. He asked questions which befuddled her mind and forced her to admit that she wanted to be used. She knew she had a choice too. She knew that despite his manner, Paul would allow her to leave. That was the whole point. He enjoyed her because she stayed. On the train journey home, she sat alone by the window and stared at the passing landscape. Oskar was waiting at the station of course. He took her bag and gave her a happy kiss on her cheek and as he eased the car out of the inner city streets, he asked her how it had gone. She told him it had been boring, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes as she did. He nodded as he drove, his mind on the cars ahead. “The k**s really missed you” he said. After a few days of quietly going about her life, taking the k**s to school, commuting back and forth to work, she realised that Paul had never asked for her number and he probably had no interest in meeting with her again. After all she thought, somewhere he had a marriage too. She erased his number from her phone and put him away in a corner of her mind as had with Karl. She made love to Oskar with sweet abandon and enjoyed his careful touch and attention. She found her indulgence in her marriage was as strong as it had ever been.It took almost three months before she found herself growing restless again. The shower nozzle kept her going for a few days of fantasizing, but one morning at work she found she couldn’t sit still. She felt restless and actually caught herself biting her nails as she had done when she was a teenager. She told her manager she edremit escort bayan wasn’t feeling too good and took the rest of the day off. She caught a bus into the city centre and by midday she was sitting in a café watching people hurry by in the rain. For an hour she struggled with herself but eventually she surrendered and by the time she returned home, her hair wet and bedraggled, she’d sucked a stranger’s cock whilst hidden from view behind a dumpster in a dirty alley not two minutes’ walk from the café.Oskar took one look at her and exclaimed in surprise. He peeled off her clothing and ran the shower for her. “Dinner will be ready when you’re done” he said. She felt she wanted to cry, but she didn’t. The warm water ran down her body and she felt an inner glow of satisfaction. She wondered if she was truly evil, but discarded the idea. Whatever she was, she accepted it because she felt better than she had ever known was possible. She had her life and happiness with Oskar and the c***dren but separate from them she also had this other side of herself. She considered attempting an affair with some of the handsome men she knew, but she knew it would be a mistake. She wasn’t in love with any of them and she didn’t want to hurt Oskar. She knew society would condemn her, and Oskar would rightly be regarded as an object of pity but she didn’t want to jeopardise what she had. She knew she had made a cuckold of Oskar, but for as long as no one else knew what she did, then she didn’t see that it mattered. She loved Oskar and what he didn’t know, couldn’t hurt him she decided. She resolved to be cautious. The next day she bought a packet of condoms in a random service station then drove to work. When the day was over she stayed behind, explaining to her manager that she wanted to catch up what she’d missed the day before. She rang Oskar and told him she’d be late. After half an hour, she picked up her bag and coat, caught a bus into one of the city’s suburbs and walked along the strange streets for a while until she met the sort of man she’d been looking for. He was dressed in a track suit, had obviously been running despite the rain and had the look of an amateur boxer. When she approached him, he spoke with a foreign accent. She asked him where they could go and he took her to a parking lot. In the fading light, the shadows were already dark. She let him fondle her breasts whilst he kissed her, then removing her panties, she spread her legs and bent over the wet metal of a parked car. “What a big fucking ass!” he baited her, but she felt only a racing sensation of impatience and made no reply. She felt him pull out his cock and press it against her. She was already wet with excitement but when she felt how big his cock was, she felt a wave of anticipation that opened her mouth wide. It was only afterwards as she approached the house and she felt the slippery wetness still seeping from her that she realised she had completely forgotten about the condoms which were still in her bag. She paused, her key at the lock and her heart in her mouth, but her only thought was whether or not she dared find a man who would sodomise her. She entered her home and found Oskar asleep on the couch. She kissed his forehead and headed for the shower.

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