Can I do it? Will Blake show up? I can, if he does show up. How long have I wanted to do this? I wonder what Curtis would do if he knew I’m about to cheat. Blake, please show up.
That’s when I saw him coming down the cliff to the beach. God, he’s so different than Curtis. He’s bigger, stronger, and more assertive, and he’s just what I need to introduce me to the joys of cheating. Amanda was right—this is going to be incredible. I greeted him with a kiss, but he greeted me by touching my breasts. It was the first time I let him touch my breasts. It was the first time I’d let anyone since, since I’d gotten married.
It was electric; I could see the sparks fly. Well, I certainly felt them. We’d both known what would happen here when we made our plans to meet here. I was going to let him fuck me. No, we were going to fuck. There was no let involved. We both wanted to fuck.
Amanda, thank you for telling me about the excitement and power I’d get from finding a lover. You’ve been cheating on Brian for years, and he doesn’t know anything about it.
Blake’s leading me to a secluded part of the beach, his cabin, where he’s going to put his dick in me. He’s going to fuck me, and I’m about to become a cheating wife. God, Blake, I can't wait.
I closed my eyes as he led me to his cabin, where we planned to fuck and consummate my seduction. I was focusing on my response when he gradually unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, carrying it over his arm. When he unfastened my bra, exposing my breasts to his touch, I had to turn and give him a passionate kiss, full of promises about the future. “My breasts, no, my tits, love this. I love feeling them pressed against your body,” I murmured, “Blake, how far is it? I need…Blake, I need to feel you taking me; I need to feel your cock. This will be the first time I’ve cheated on him. The first time will be the hardest, and maybe the best time.”
He kissed me, handling my tits as he did it. “My cabin is just beyond those rocks, Angela. Right there.”
******** When Curtis and I arrived on the Oregon coast, ********
I was nervous when we arrived at the White Beach Inn. I’d already decided that I was going to emulate Amanda and cheat on Curtis. No. Meager, he’s meager, puny, less? Yes, he’s Less, and I want More.
Anyway, I decided to cheat on Les. The tipping point was when Amanda spent five days alone with Tom, and she shared the feeling she’d gotten when Brian called her to check in. Twice she’d been in bed with Tom, actually fucking Tom with Tom’s cock in her when Brian called. It was amazing the power she’d felt talking to her husband with her lover's cock in her. She described the climax she felt when he hung up and she could release all the smothered emotions she’d had to hide from him as stupendous, awesome, and overwhelming. Those were just some of the adjectives she used to describe it.
Anyway, I’d decided, even though I really expected to change my mind when I got right to it. We’d decided on White Beach Inn because there were lots of art galleries in the area for me and deep sea fishing for, um, Les.
I was having lunch the first day when I met Blake. He was a local with an interesting hobby that he eventually shared with me. There were lots of wives that came with deep-sea fishing husbands, and his hobby was entertaining the wives while their husbands were on the fishing boats. He had a beach cabin that was out of the way that he often offered to use for entertaining them. From the beginning, he called me Angel; he was the first person to call me Angel. I loved it.
It must have been obvious to Blake that I was on the cusp of letting someone entertain me. He wasn’t handsy, but he wasn’t subtle when talking about the women. How much they’d enjoyed the special entertainment he provided. Some of them made yearly visits by appointment, and one of them let her husband participate in the evening.
Our second day, I surrendered to him and made a date the next day to meet at the beach and let him entertain me. We both knew we were meeting to fuck. When I got back to our room, all I could think about was Les and More, and I still wanted More.
This is what I came for. I want more. Lots of more. God, if he puts his hands on my tits, will he pull on my nipples? Twist them? Bite them? How big is his cock? Will it be more or just different? Do I care? Amanda doesn’t seem to She enjoys them all.
When Les came back from fishing, I greeted him, “How did it go, L…um, fishing, dear?"
After dinner, Curtis, um Less, and I made love. It was a very nice, enjoyable time. Not at all what I was anticipating at Blake's beach cabin the next day, but nice.
******** Back on the beach with Blake ********
He kept his hands on my tits as we passed the rocks.
It’s going to happen. I’m going to do it. I can’t believe I’m actually going to do it. Blake’s cock is going to be inside me. I can practically feel it already.
On the path up to the cabin, I stopped and looked at him. “Blake, please, I want you to undress me here.” I was whispering, “I want you to undress me here, so I can be naked for you, before we go in. Make me submit to you, Blake. I need to belong to you before we go in.”
As I heard myself say that, God,
I feel a sense of relief and a lessening of tension, as I say it. I told him I was submitting to him; I'll fuck him. I committed myself to the fate I wanted. This is going to change me, I know, and I can’t wait.
He kissed me, unbuttoned the top button on my pants, and slipped them off. He stood back, admiring what he was going to own soon, and said, “You want to belong to me? You’ll let me do anything?”
“I want to be taken hard the first time Blake. I want to be pounded and fucked senseless the first time.” I sighed, then added, “Afterward, anything you want.”
He pulled my panties down and off and led me to the cabin, completely naked. When he looked at me naked, it was exhilarating. I could almost feel his cock in me. already
He put me on the bed, lit a few candles, and undressed in front of me. God, yes, he was More—lots more. He got on the bed with his hands playing with my tits, and his mouth was exploring my vagina. He called it my pussy when he was exploring my, um, pussy with his tongue. Les had never done that for me, but I loved it.
When his tongue touched my clitoris, I could feel it start. When he had his tongue on my clit and two fingers in my pussy, I exploded. When I calmed down, he started fucking me; there wasn’t any teasing as he entered me. One second he had his fingers in me; the next second, it was his cock. It was intense—just what I’d asked for.
I tensed my vaginal muscles around his cock, and I felt it twitch inside me, and we both came. It was wonderful; Amanda hadn’t exaggerated a bit. I think I screamed when I came, though I’m not sure.
We both collapsed on the bed, unable to move for a bit. I actually laughed there. "I can't believe it. It was as wonderful as my friend said it would be. Fabulous Blake."
God, I wonder what he’s going to want for an encore. I said anything, and I meant anything. I love you, Amanda. Thanks for introducing me to this.
When I could talk, I looked at him and whispered, “God, that was awesome.” I pressed up against him with my tits squeezed up to his chest. “I want it again before I leave the cabin.”