These are the stories of Kelly MacGuire.

She was in her mid-thirties when Dan met her, had been married four years, and had one child, Evelyn, two years into the marriage. She used to work as a consultant to the computer industry for the Chicago office of a major consultancy, where she met her husband, Mike. However, after Evelyn was born, she never went back to work full-time. She did, however, remain working on a contract basis for the company, helping it recruit at various colleges and business schools around the country.

In what remained of her time, Kelly chose instead to take care of Evelyn, as she and Mike didn't need the additional income. He made plenty of money to maintain their three-story, Lincoln Park walk-up and a pair of European imports. They traveled often, and he kept her in stylish clothes and beautiful jewelry, not the least of which were her engagement and wedding rings. The engagement ring was a 3-karat emerald cut diamond in a platinum setting with baguettes completely covering the band. Her wedding ring matched the engagement ring in both beauty and extravagance.

The young woman was a bit shorter than average but kept herself trim and fit through an almost daily regimen of exercise and a proper diet. Her breasts were significant and hadn’t started to droop at all, though given their size and six months of breastfeeding Evelyn, they aren't exactly pushing up her chin, either. But they are beautiful, sitting proudly on her chest, capped with wide, light pink areolas and thick nipples that tended to grow thicker and almost obscenely elongated when she was sexually stimulated.

But to look at her, one would never associate Kelly with the word "obscene." She had the face of an angel, and looked strikingly similar to Josie Bissett, if you can reach back in your memory to Fox's "Melrose Place." Her eyes were usually baby blue but sometimes appeared brighter than that. Her hair, a shade or two lighter than dirty blonde, hung just past her shoulders, but she occasionally wore it in a ponytail. She usually didn’t wear too much makeup, insofar as her natural beauty didn’t require it, but her lips were often smeared with a muted pink or subtle red lipgloss. Put her in her typical “Lincoln Park mommy” outfits – stylish capri pants, a sexy but still reserved blouse, a pair of Tod's moccasins – and you would never suspect what lurks beneath Kelly's conservative façade.

These stories are about what lurks beneath. In her heart of hearts, Kelly understood and reveled in the fact that she was an adulterer. She was highly sexualized and thought nothing of cheating on Mike whenever the mood struck her – which was often – and had thoroughly discarded any semblance of adherence to her marriage vows, and to any norms of morality, as well. Both before and after she met Mike, many men had pawed her breasts and nipped their teeth at her engorged nipples. Her pussy – which she religiously waxed (Mike thinks it's for his benefit) – has been eaten and stretched by men from all walks of life, young and old, and all manner of cultures – and colors. Nor was her anus off limits, having been invaded by cocks long and short, fat and skinny, white, black, brown and yellow, young and old, not to mention more than a few inanimate objects.

What might be even more surprising than her continuous acts of infidelity was the relish with which she attacks each act. Too many beautiful women are lifeless in bed; they have bodies to stir the interests of any straight man and many curious women, but the imagination, enthusiasm, and aggressiveness are missing.

Not so with Kelly MacGuire. She begged for it. Her appetite for sex was nothing short of ferocious. Some of the things that came from her mouth would stupefy the average listener. And it went beyond that. Kelly certainly understood her own mind, her unquenchable thirst for sex, but she also demanded, in her own underhanded way, that her partners did, too. Only when they have grasped this – only when they reminded her of what she is, of what she was doing, of how immoral and indecent her behavior was – did Kelly really reach her pinnacle. Yes, Kelly begged for the physical release, but also for the psychological release brought on by degradation and humiliation.

When engaging in these acts of infidelity, Kelly was prone to flaunt her marital status, and her left ring finger was always adorned with her engagement ring and wedding band. It didn’t matter one whit to her that that hand may have been wrapped around a thick, black cock in the back room of her parents' country club, or guiding a long cock up and into her hairless pussy as her seven-month-pregnant body straddled a freshman college student in his dorm room, or inserting a finger in her anus while being pounded from behind by an immigrant Cuban in a run-down flat off Calle Ocho in Miami.

Though Kelly often sought out strange men while dressed in upscale-mother attire with just a smear of color across her lips, she would occasionally be found with blood-red fingernails and heavy lipstick to match, tight tank tops with her huge breasts bulging out the sides, skin-tight leather pants or mini-skirts, and stilettos that bordered on slutty and screamed: “Fuck me.”

Many strange men have taken Kelly MacGuire up on this offer. Too many to count, and too many to fully recount here. The stories here, however, are some of the highlights, embodying some of Kelly MacGuire's sluttiest, filthiest, and most obscene sexual deeds as a married, but not even remotely faithful, mother of one.

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Being one of the last big summer events before Labor Day, the Chicago Air and Water Show always provided for a fun weekend. Marc, one of Dan's best friends, owned a condo in Bucktown just north of Division Street, and every Saturday of the Air and Water Show, he threw an all-day party. He lived on the top floor of a newly constructed three-flat, and a stairway from his living room led up to a private deck that spanned the entirety of the roof. The party would usually start in the late morning and continue throughout the afternoon and evening. The great thing about Marc's Air and Water Show parties was his proximity to one of the flight paths: his condo sat just below one of them, and throughout the afternoon, all manner of planes – from streaking F/A-18 fighter jets to World War II-era prop planes – passed directly overhead.

True to form, Marc's party for last year’s Air and Water Show was another great one. Dan went over early on Saturday to help him at the grocery and liquor stores, and then to set up. Several trunk-sized coolers on the roof deck supplemented a beer refrigerator inside. A large gas grill smoked most of the day, laden with burgers, brats, chicken, and steaks. From beginning to end, about seventy-five people would attend this party.

Midway through the afternoon, Dan sat at one of the tables on the roof deck, talking with a group of friends. Some of these had gone to college with him and Marc, and others they knew from their respective jobs. Marc's older sister, Belinda, was also at the table talking with some of her friends. As a lumbering Air Force C-130 passed overhead, Dan turned west and watched its image recede.

He was about to turn back to the conversation at the table when a striking blonde walked through the door and out onto the roof deck. She glanced around, as though looking for someone, and a bright smile formed on her lips as she waved in Dan's general direction. Looking behind him, Dan heard Belinda shriek, and saw her wave back, and get up. Dan leaned toward Jeff, who was sitting next to him.

"Who's that?"

Jeff turned to look toward the blonde newcomer, and said, "Not sure. I've seen her before. I think she's friends with Belinda."

Dan turned his attention back to the athletic body bearing an angelic, almost regal, face. As she walked toward the table, he took in the tanned and toned legs that protruded from beneath a white, pleated tennis skirt; footy socks with pink cotton balls at the back and Nike tennis shoes covered her feet. She wore a pale blue polo shirt that hung loosely but still gave away the fact of her large breasts. Flaxen locks were pulled back in a ponytail, revealing flushed cheeks.

When she and Belinda met on the other side of the table from where Dan was sitting, they embraced in a big hug. "Hey, Kel, what took you so long?"

"I had a long session with my tennis pro. I thought I'd get here earlier, but he kept me longer than I thought," Dan overheard the girl reply in a soft, sweet voice.

"Well, let me introduce you to everyone. Everyone, this is Kelly, a good friend of mine from college. Kelly, this is Nancy, Marie, Jeff, Dan, Christian, and Matt. I think you may have met Nancy and Marie before; the guys are friends with my little brother." Kelly gave a shy wave to everyone at the table; Dan could not help but notice how strikingly blue her expressive eyes were.

After everyone said their 'hellos' and 'nice to meet yous,' Belinda said, "Hey, let me get you a drink. What do you want? We have wine, a bunch of different kinds of beer, some White Claws. There's also vodka and whiskey, mixers, too."

"White Claw sounds good."

Kelly moved to a vacant chair at the table and sat down while Belinda went to get her drink. Crossing one trim leg over another, the tennis shoe bouncing to the rhythm of the music coming from the stereo, she struck up a conversation with Nancy and Marie, whom she had in fact met before. Dan stole a few surreptitious glances her way but, not wanting to be obvious, returned to his conversation with his friends. When Belinda returned a few minutes later, Dan saw, from the corner of his eye, Kelly reach for the bottle. He turned his head her way and watched as her long, tanned fingers gripped the dripping bottle. The light pink polish on her nails appeared almost transparent, but what Dan noticed more immediately was the huge diamond gleaming on her ring finger.

A Blue Angels F/A-18 streaked above the roof deck, casting a fleeting shadow as it did. When the plane had cleared the area and people could talk again, Dan again joined his conversation, but still heard Kelly say in response to an unheard question, "Yeah, he's pretty wonderful," as she took a pull from the can.

"Where is he now?" Nancy asked.

Swallowing, Kelly said, "He's down in the Carolinas with some friends playing golf. Some sort of guys' weekend. I can't wait for him to get back, though. He's been gone since last Saturday."

"When’s he getting back?" This from Marie.

"Tomorrow night, late. Thankfully, my parents have Evelyn for the weekend, so I've had some peace and quiet." From there, the conversation among the women at the table devolved into babies and work, and Dan stayed attuned to his own conversation.

Over the next several hours, Dan mingled with various groups of people, sometimes sitting at the table, but moving around the roof deck and into the condo. He would occasionally see Kelly talking with this group or that, and often stared too long at her classically beautiful features – or her generous breasts, or shapely legs, or tight little butt.

By the time nine o'clock rolled around, Dan was pretty beat. He'd gotten up early to help Jeff with the party, and started drinking around eleven that morning. The alcohol, combined with the hot, August sun, left him ready for bed. He found Jeff and said his goodbyes, and talked to a few other people before bounding down the stairs and into the condo. Approaching the door, Dan ran into Kelly, almost literally. She had a tennis bag slung over her shoulder, the strap crossing between her breasts, accenting their prominence.

"Takin' off?" he asked, as he held the door open for her.

"Yes. I've had a long day and just want to get home and relax," she responded, as she descended the stairs, Dan following her down. "Too much alcohol and sun whipped me," she said over her shoulder.

"I know what you mean. That's why I'm outta here with you."

On the sidewalk, Kelly looked both ways, as did Dan, waiting for his Uber to arrive. “You, uh, ordered a car, right?” he asked. “I mean, it’s not a bad neighborhood at all, but you know how it can get over here.”

The woman chewed her lip pensively. “I tried…twenty-minute wait. I guess I figured I could find a cab.”

Dan was shaking his head before she’d even finished. “No…we’re not gonna let that happen. Where do you live? Kelly, right? I’m Dan, by the way.”

“Yes…I remember…I live in Lincoln Park. Not too far from here, really. Armitage and Sheffield.”

He nodded as a black SUV pulled onto the street and glided to a stop at the curb. "I'm just north of there. Come on. We’ll drop you near your place. I don’t want you walking around this time of night."

Kelly hesitated. “Are you sure?” she responded, stepping off the curb behind him. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

Dan opened the door and held it for her. “Don’t be ridiculous. Get in.”

Kelly thanked him and eased past him and began to climb into the big SUV. Dan marveled at the way her tennis skirt swooshed back and forth over her firm bottom as she leaned in to put her tennis bag and racquet on the back seat, then climbed in after her.

On the way over toward Lincoln Park, Kelly and Dan made small talk about their lives, comparing notes on their neighborhoods and rising real estate prices. As the Uber neared Clybourn and Sheffield, it got snarled in traffic. Dan peered through the front window and sighed. "We could be here all night." After a pause, "Tell you what. You're not far from here, let's just get out and walk. It'll probably be faster."

After the driver pulled the SUV to the curb, Dan and Kelly got out and started walking up Sheffield. A few blocks on, she pointed toward an alley and veered that way. "Let's cut through here. I'm on the next block over." Dan followed her into the alley.

"It's not safe to walk through alleys at night, you know," he said in a playful tone as they walked through the garage-lined alley.

"I know that. But I've got you as my protector, right?" she giggled, lightly bumping her shoulder into his arm. Her soft voice was almost rousing. "Thank you for letting me ride with you, by the way. That was very nice of you. When we get to my house, I'll dig my wallet out of this bag."

"Seriously…stop, it was my pleasure."

Kelly again bumped her shoulder into him, but this time with a bit more force. Dan wobbled a little, away from her, and Kelly followed him, using a little hand to gently shove him up against a garage door. When Dan's back hit the door, her other hand joined the first, and Kelly, up on her toes now, leaned in close to him; he could feel the softness of her full breasts press against his ribs.

"Your pleasure is right," she whispered, letting a hand drop down Dan's chest, over his stomach and waist.

Through his shorts, Dan felt her dainty hand search for and discover his cock, which she gently kneaded through the fabric, her full, pink lips landing soft kisses along his neck.

"Jesus," Dan murmured.

Feeling his cock thicken under her manipulation, Kelly's manicured thumb and forefinger found the zipper of Dan's shorts and eased it down. Her long fingers wormed their way through the opening and into his boxers before pulling his cock out into the muggy night air. Gripping the lengthening shaft in her small hand, she began lightly jerking it as it swelled in her palm. "Mind if I suck on it?" she whispered into his ear, blowing hot breath as she did, sending chills up Dan's spine.

Without waiting for an answer, Kelly dropped into a squat, her tennis skirt ruffling in a breeze that blew down the alley. Her left hand still stroking at the base of Dan's cock, Kelly's pink lips parted and her soft wet tongue darted out, taking a quick swipe at the cockhead. "Mmmm," she moaned before her pretty mouth opened wider and engulfed his now-bloated head. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, leaving his shaft slick in her saliva.

Dan looked down to see the end of his burgeoning cock disappear between the woman’s lips. Kelly placed her free hand on his ass, pulled the rest of his cock into her mouth, and began a slow in-and-out rhythm, twisting her soft lips around the now-swollen shaft. He placed a hand on top of her head and she increased the pace at which she was sucking him. Kelly's hand dropped from Dan's ass and disappeared underneath her tennis skirt; when he heard her take a sharp breath through her nose, Dan knew her dainty fingers had found her clit.

Three garage doors down, a light flickered on, and the grinding sound from an aging garage door opener pulled Kelly's mouth from Dan's shaft and her fingers from her clit. A strand of spit hanging from her lower lip, she quickly stuffed Dan's cock back through his zipper opening, and moved away from him, picking up her tennis bag as she wiped her mouth.

"Come on. Let's go back to my house," she said over her shoulder, leading the way down the alley, her tight little butt swaying beneath her tennis skirt. Where the alley met the street, she took a right and walked a few doors down, then bounced up the entry steps to a three-story walkup of 1930s vintage.

She keyed the door and Dan followed her in. The structure may have been built decades ago, but the interior had been rehabilitated more recently. Spread out before him was a living area straight from a contemporary interior design showcase. But Dan barely had time to study the front portion of the home. As soon as Kelly had shut the front door, she dropped the tennis bag at her feet and without saying a word, led Dan by the hand past the front room and halfway down a hallway, pulling him into a home office.

In one corner of the office sat an antique partners' desk with a Tiffany lamp casting a soft glow throughout the room. Across from the desk were a leather club chair and a matching couch. The walls above the chair rails were painted the hue of felt on a billiards table, with deep oak paneling below. Built-in bookshelves held volumes from Brad Thor, David Baldacci, and other such notable authors, various trinkets, and pictures of Kelly and a man about her age, and of the two of them and a toddler. Golf prints – one from the 2021 British Open at Royal St. George caught Dan's eye – adorned the walls.

Kelly pulled Dan onto the couch, and sat on his left, facing him, tucking a leg beneath her. When he settled and his mouth opened to say something, her bright blue eyes smiled into his, and her left hand reached out and cupped the side of his face, pulling it toward her. Their lips met, and Dan felt her sensuous tongue slip into his mouth; he moaned into her, blood rushing to his cock as he settled deeper into the leather couch.

Kelly brushed her hand down his cheek and neck – Dan shuddered as her nails scraped softly against his skin – to his chest, rubbing his pectorals. The two continued their passionate kissing, and Dan moved a hand to Kelly's hips, leaving it there for a moment or two before tracing up the supple lines of her torso. He hesitated a moment, and cupped one of her jutting breasts in his hand, gently kneading the flesh. Receiving no rebuke, he increased his massaging and, through the fabric of her polo shirt, felt a nipple grow and thicken.

Having spurred Dan into action, Kelly slowly dropped her small hand toward his waist, her manicured nails tracing circles across his stomach as she did. While her tongue shoved into Dan's mouth, she gripped the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it up, exposing his belt buckle. Gently pulling the belt loose, she deftly released the button of his shorts and pulled the zipper down, spreading the material of his shorts as she went. When Kelly broke their kiss and gave a slight tug at his shorts, Dan lifted his hips from the leather cushion, and she pulled his shorts and boxers to his ankles, where they caught on his shoes. He settled his naked butt back on the cool leather of the cushion.

Her prize now exposed, Kelly lightly ran her nails up and down the shaft of his cock, teasing the swollen glans and sending shivers up Dan's spine as he rested his head on the back of the couch. Closing his eyes, he snaked a hand behind her and slowly but firmly rubbed the small of her back. As his cock continued to expand, Kelly wrapped her fingers firmly around it, stroking it, burying her head at the base of his neck, her full, wet lips kissing him there, causing him to moan deep in his throat. Dan opened his eyes to see Kelly's elegant hand wrapped around his cock, her manicured nails almost but not quite meeting. The diamond from her engagement ring glittered in the warm light cast from the desk. He shuddered at the sight, and his breathing increased almost to a pant.

"My, my," she whispered in his ear. "What's got you so excited?"

"You do," Dan breathed.

"Mmmm…you like my large breasts pressed against you?" she taunted, still in a whisper.

"Mmm-hmm." Kelly suddenly leaned up and buried her hot tongue deep in his mouth, then just as quickly pulled back, her hand stroking his cock all the while. A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, threatening to break free and run down the shaft.

"My little pink tongue in your mouth?" she continued at his ear.

"Yes," he panted, as her thumb swiped pre-cum from the tip of his cock, lubricating the shaft.

"Doesn't bother you that I'm married? That you're in my husband's house, on his couch?"

"Oh, god, no," Dan nearly grunted out, his thick cock pulsing in Kelly's dainty, little hand.

"Ooh, that excites you, huh?" she said a little louder, feeling the shaft tremble in her fist. "What excites you about it, Dan?"

"That you…shouldn't…be doing…this," he exhaled, his eyes screwed shut again.

"Doing what, Dan?" Her voice was back to a whisper now, and she blew hot breath into Dan's ear, nibbling at the earlobe. "Stroking a stranger's cock? Acting like a slut with my husband gone?"

"Mmmmm," he barely let out. Kelly increased the pace of her stroking; Dan could feel the back of her wedding ring catch on the ridges of his cock, and groaned deep in his throat.

"So you like fucking around with married women, huh?" Dan could only nod as Kelly collected more pre-cum and further lubricated his shaft. "Like having their little hands wrapped around this fat cock, rings staring you in the face?" Dan exhaled deeply, moaning, his hips jerking under Kelly's ministrations as pre-cum flowed liberally now from the shiny tip of his cock. His eyes closed in bliss, Dan couldn't see it, but a smirk of satisfaction formed on Kelly's soft lips. She leaned even closer into Dan's ear, her oversized breasts squishing against his shoulder. Whispering even lower, she said, "We're made for each other, Dan."

Kelly pulled away from him and shifted her trim legs so that both were tucked beneath her. She grabbed the bottom hem of her polo shirt and pulled it up over her chest, revealing the pink sports bra that held her breasts. She tossed the shirt to the floor and reached behind her with both arms. Her breasts jutted forward and up as she undid the hooks behind her, pulling the bra off in one easy motion. Dan's eyes hooded as her firm breasts, capped with thick, light pink nipples, came into view. A soft tan line surrounded them, revealing that Kelly had sunbathed in a bikini often that summer.

Having discarded the bra, Kelly again leaned toward Dan, dragging her breasts against his chest. She lowered her chest toward his waist and pulled the now-hanging globes across his cock. Dan replaced his left hand on the small of her back, venturing lower toward her firm, skirt-covered ass. He felt a thickening nipple scrape across the flesh above the root of his cock before dragging over his twitching shaft. Kelly turned her head, shaking her dirty blond tresses from in front of her face, and looked up at him, her bright eyes sparkling in amusement. "Feel good, Dan?" she asked, somewhat needlessly.

"Oh, god, yes," he almost hissed. "You have amazing breasts." She moved her chest up his, dragging her nipples along the shirt that still covered him. She placed her wet, pink lips at his earlobe, sucking it between her teeth and nibbling lightly. She moved slightly and blew hot breath into his ear.

"They're not breasts, Dan," she whispered, her left hand again finding his thick cock, stroking, pulling, tugging. "They're tits," she said louder, biting hard on the last word. Softer again: "My husband calls them breasts. Everyone else who gets to play with them calls them tits. So call them tits, okay?" she finished, again taking his earlobe between her teeth, the pace of her hand on his shaft increasing. Again, Dan could only nod, but he increased the pressure of the massage he was giving her ass cheeks, slowly pulling her tennis skirt up as he did so.

Kelly's mouth left his ear, and she wasted little time lowering her face to Dan's cock, drawing the head between her full lips. She allowed some saliva to escape from her pretty mouth and dribble down the side of his shaft. She dropped her face further, and a few inches of Dan's cock slipped easily into her hot sucking mouth, Kelly bobbing and twisting her head, her lips locked tightly around the now-slippery shaft.

Dan had by now managed to pull her tennis skirt up and over her hips, exposing her tanned ass, his hand rubbing her sacrum just above her asshole. Kelly slid her legs back, lying flat on her stomach now, as her mouth continued to glide up and down Dan's cock; he could feel her tits compress against his thigh. Her saliva dripped down the shaft, glistening over his neatly trimmed pubis. She felt her wetness lubricating her pussy and rubbed her legs together, hoping to intensify the feeling of bliss she felt between her thighs.

Not obtaining the satisfaction she sought, Kelly rolled her hips slightly toward the back of the couch, exposing her thong-covered pussy to the room's faint light. Dan’s hand remained motionless and stayed where it was, thus traveling along Kelly's ass cheeks and around to the front of her hips as she turned. When his fingers felt the lace of her thong, he ran two of them along the incredibly smooth skin that resides in that crease where a woman's inner thigh meets her pelvis. Lying now on her right side, her lips still clutching at Dan's shaft, Kelly raised her left leg onto the back of the couch, giving him better access to her pussy.

Though his brain was fogged with lust, Dan didn't need to be force-fed instructions. He slipped a finger beneath the edge of Kelly's thong, and then another, the thin fabric stretched over his hand. The two fingers smoothed their way downward along the woman’s outer labia, picking up trace amounts of her wetness as they went. On his way back up, the outer labia eased open, saturating Dan's fingers with her growing mess. At the apex, his fingers slipped over a hard, little bump, and Kelly inhaled a quick breath through her nose. During their journey, those fingers did not encounter a single hair.

Dan dipped his fingers once again between Kelly's labia, lubricating them further, before returning to her clitoris. He delicately rubbed the nub and was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath. Still, Kelly continued to stroke Dan's cock between her full, pink lips, even as Dan began to rub her clitoris in tight circles, increasing both his speed and pressure. Her breathing increased in time with his fingers dancing across her clit; her mouth full, nostrils flaring, she sounded like a quarter horse after a hard-run race. Perspiration formed a light sheen across her flesh.

With a grunt, Kelly removed Dan's cock from her mouth and planted little kisses and long licks along the shaft, regaining her breath. "Do you like my little hairless pussy?" she asked as she went, without really expecting an answer. She couldn't see, with her pretty, angelic face buried between Dan's thighs, but he nodded.

"It's not a pussy to you," she muttered, continuing to kiss and lick his dripping shaft. "It's a cunt. A slutty…unfaithful…cunt," she finished between licks at the pre-cum capping his cock head, eyelids fluttering as the taste of him blossomed on her tongue

Dan groaned at her filthy language, and when she again pulled the thick shaft between her lips and into the hot cauldron of her mouth, he bucked his hips up against her face. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged in response. Kelly wrapped her left hand around the base of his cock and his balls to keep him steady but otherwise didn't miss a beat.

Dan's fingers continued to skip across Kelly's clit, flickering it back and forth and in little, tight circles, occasionally dipping his fingers into her cunt for added lubrication. Kelly began moaning and bucking her hips at his fingers; her moans hummed down the length of his shaft and into his cum-laden balls. With Dan still toying with her clit, the woman’s moans turned to pants, and his cock slipped from Kelly's mouth, slapping against his thigh. "Oooh, fuck," she spit out, nuzzling her face against the slick shaft.

"Are you gonna cum, Kelly? Is your little shaved cunt gonna cum on my fingers?" Dan said, catching his breath. His fingers sped over her clit, squishing it between them and her pelvis. Her trim hips jerked wildly against his assaulting hand.

Kelly's left hand released Dan's cock and balls, and tightly gripped the inside of his thigh; her manicured nails dug into his skin as he continued to roughly work on her clit. Her body went rigid for a split second, and then resumed trembling. "Uuuggghhhh!" she almost screamed out, her left hand shooting down to cover Dan's, ensuring that he maintained pressure on her throbbing clit. Kelly's lithe little body shuddered as she rode through her orgasm. Her wetness poured from between cunt, coating Dan's hand in the sloppy mess.

As she settled down, Dan heard her whisper, "Jesus Christ, that was good." Kelly remained sprawled along the couch and across Dan's lap; sweat collected between them and dripped down his inner thigh to the cushion of the couch. Her left hand resumed its stroking of Dan's shaft, and she placed light kisses around the base of his cock. "It's not shaved," she said in a barely audible voice.

"No…but…trimmed…"

"Not you…me…shaved. You said 'shaved.' I'm not shaved." Kelly angled Dan's cock toward her mouth, and took it between her pink lips, swirling her tongue around the head, teasing the tip of his bulb with the tip of her tongue. "I wax it…every week or so." Her tongue swiped over the sensitive head. "Mike thinks I do it for him…he loves it bald." A grunt escaped her throat before she took the length of Dan's shaft in her mouth; the head hit the back of her throat again, but this time Kelly didn't gag. "Couldn't be more wrong…I do it for me," she continued, pulling the saliva-drenched shaft from between her lips. A thick strand of spit drooped from her lip, connecting to the flared crown of his cock. "I love the way it feels when a big, fat cock slides along my bald cunt. Sooo smooooth."

Kelly sighed and pulled herself from her prone position, and moved to pull Dan's shirt over his head. He complied while kicking his shoes off, followed by his shorts and boxers. That accomplished, Kelly got off the couch and pushed her tennis skirt and thong down over her shapely hips, letting them fall to the floor at her feet. She leaned down and gave Dan a lighthearted shove so that he fell to his left. He adjusted so that he was lying flat on his back on the couch. Kelly kicked a leg over his body and brought her bald, wet cunt down right over his face, facing away from him.

Bracing a knee on a leather cushion, standing on the other leg, and placing her small hands on his chest, Kelly lowered her pussy towards Dan's mouth. "Eat," she ordered simply, as she felt Dan's tongue trace lightly along her slick cunt lips. It pushed her lips back and forth, opening her up, and slipped into her wet hole, licking and probing. Every few licks, Dan withdrew his tongue from her cunt, and lashed at her clit, causing her wetness to flow from her and into her mouth, slicking his chin and cheeks. His nose tickling her perineum, Kelly's breath quickened somewhere above him.

When she rotated her hips on Dan's face, grinding her pussy against his mouth, Kelly began to pant loudly. Her hips bucked a few times, almost crushing Dan's nose, and she collapsed forward, down his body. He placed his hands on her tight butt, getting a steady grip on her, keeping his tongue in constant contact with her cunt, flicking and lashing and licking.

At the same time, Kelly wrapped a dainty little hand around Dan's shaft and tugged on him hard. Her massive, sweaty tits squished against him, her distended nipples poking his stomach, sliding between their bodies. Then her wet mouth engulfed him; her cascading hair tickled his thighs as she bobbed her mouth up and down the shaft. Occasionally, her tongue broke the seal between his cock and her lips and slid down the topside of his shaft, spreading her spit and his pre-cum with it. With the added lubrication, Kelly vigorously stroked the base of his shaft, almost forming a circle with her thumb and forefinger.

With her free hand, Kelly reached behind her and placed it on one of Dan's that was squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks. She gently coaxed it toward the crevice of her ass and removed her hand from his. But Dan's left hand just continued to massage. Kelly again reached behind her; she found one of the fingers on Dan's hand, and grasped just it, pulling it towards her asshole. Dan opened his eyes. Above him, he saw Kelly's perfectly manicured fingers pulling one of his; her engagement ring, sparkling in the light from the table lamp, was just inches from his face. But he still wasn't following her lead.

Kelly pulled her mouth from Dan's cock and turned her head his way. As her hand guided the tip of Dan's finger to her tight little anal ring, Dan's tongue still playing games with her cunt and clit, she grunted out, "Put your finger…in my asshole," releasing Dan's finger as it began probing around her asshole.

After Kelly's lips reattached to the engorged tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the purple head, Dan slipped his finger down and between her cunt lips, coating his finger in her slickness, and brought it back to her asshole. Rubbing the lube around the wrinkly flesh, his finger teased the ring until it relaxed a little and he pressed, softly but firmly, until his finger slipped into her asshole to the first knuckle. Two or three times, Dan coated his raiding finger in Kelly's cunt juices, until finally her inner walls were sufficiently lubricated to allow his finger to easily glide in and out.

Dan again concentrated his efforts, through his tongue, on Kelly's bald cunt, and soon his tongue beat to the same rhythm as his finger. "Mmmmm," he barely heard her moan, though his cock, pressed firmly against her tongue within the hot slurping depths of her mouth, carried the deep pulses from her throat through his balls.

The low-frequency vibrations running through his cock and balls, combined with Kelly's short but firm jerks at the base of his cock, turned the head of Dan's cock a deep purple. The head flared and his balls lurched, crashing against her messy chin. The finger penetrating her asshole lost its rhythm, and the beat of Dan's tongue against Kelly's clit became erratic. He jerked his hips a little, then more, and his tongue slipped away from Kelly's fattened nub of a clit. "Oh, fuck," he groaned.

Sensing he was about to cum, and not wanting him to just yet, Kelly loosened her grip on the base of Dan's cock, and stilled her vocal cords. She let his shaft slip from between her lips, leaving only a thin string of saliva connecting it to her mouth.

"Not yet, you don't. I want this fucking thing inside me…punishing my cunt."

Using her hands, she pushed herself up off Dan's body, and swung her leg back off the couch, dismounting him with a graceful elegance that seemed somewhat incongruent given the setting. Her chest glowed with perspiration, and droplets of sweat fell from an engorged nipple, falling on Dan's chest.

Grabbing his wrist in her lovely hand, Kelly took a step and fell back into the corner of the couch at his feet, pulling him on top of her. Her legs splayed wide, her massive tits wobbling on her chest, slicked with the sheen of perspiration, Kelly reached between them and took Dan's thick cock in her left hand, lightly shucking it back and forth. "Mmmm," she moaned, staring intently into Dan's eyes above her. "Long and thick, just like my cheating cunt likes 'em," she hissed.

Satisfied that his cock was stiff and engorged enough to stretch her cunt walls, Kelly positioned the bloated purple head against the hairless lips of her pussy, and then dragged it up and down her splayed cunt lips, covering it with her gushing wetness. A slight tug and Dan pushed forward, relishing the feeling of his shaft sinking into Kelly's hot cunt. "Fuckkk," Dan barely managed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He pulled back once, and pushed forward, then did it again, and he was securely buried to his root in the married woman’s snug cunt. Kelly wrapped her lithe legs behind him as he began a slow fucking motion.

Their bodies, glowing now with their sweat, settled into a comfortable rhythm, and Dan increased the speed of his hips. "A little faster," Kelly demanded. "C’mon…harder!" Complying, Dan at the same time removed a bracing hand from the arm of the couch, and placed it under one of Kelly's bulging tits, lifting the firm globe. He leaned down and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Kelly's hands wrapped around Dan's head, her manicured fingers coursing through his hair, and pulled his face tight against her tits. "Suck it…suck my nipple! Take it between your teeth!" Kelly moaned and twisted her body against him as Dan sucked the fat, distended nipple through his teeth, roughly scraping the sensitive flesh.

They were abruptly pulled from their reverie by a ringing phone; it was so loud that Dan nearly jumped, biting Kelly's nipple in the process. Her eyes went wide as she released Dan's face from her fat tits. Realizing now that her phone was ringing, she reached behind her with one hand, and placed a finger of the other before her lips, shushing Dan. She found her phone, hitting "Answer" as she brought it to her ear.

"Hello?" Dan had stopped fucking her, his cock stewing in the hot mess, but a kick in his ass from one of her soft feet pushed his cock back into her squishy cunt. "Hiii, sweetie," she said coyly, staring Dan in the eye as he slowly sliced his cock in and out of her. "I miss you, too." With her free hand, Kelly motioned for Dan to speed it up. "Are you having fun with the guys?" Dan did not want to disappoint her, and increased the tempo of his fucking; each time he entered her, he stopped just short of full penetration. "How'd you shoot?" he heard her ask her husband. Dan looked into Kelly's eyes again and found her staring right back at him. He saw her lips move but, his brain clouded with lust at the absolute depravity of this situation, he could barely make out the words. 'Fuck…my…filthy…cunt.'

"Just went to a…ugh…party that Belinda's brother had today." Kelly's eyes went wide as Dan slammed his cock into the adulterous whore below him, crashing his pelvic bone against her throbbing clit. "Nothing, honey. I was just reaching for the remote." Dan leaned down and again took a distended nipple between his lips, his cock still stroking in and out of the bald, cheating cunt, crushing her clit between their pelvic bones. Releasing the nipple, he bathed it in his saliva, lightly running his tongue around the swollen protrusion. "No…it was pretty boring, really…I left early," Kelly said to her husband, her eyes closed in bliss.

His mouth still on her nipple, his tongue soothing it, Dan looked up into Kelly's beautiful face; her eyes were closed and she brought her free hand behind Dan's head, gently massaging his scalp with her nails. She lightly pulled Dan's face further into the massive tit, and Dan sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh of the nipple as her reward.

"Uuuugggghhhhh," she grunted as her eyes flew open. "No…I…I just spilled a bowl of ice cream…all over the couch," she groaned. To Dan, she mouthed, 'Asshole,' and he responded by again slamming his hips against her inflamed clit. But he didn't pull back, instead maintaining the pressure on her exposed nub and grinding his pelvic bone against it, exquisitely torturing the unfaithful slut.

But Kelly was able to remain silent; she battened her lips together and screwed her eyes shut as her husband talked in her ear from a thousand miles away. "Of course, I'm thinking of you, sweetie," she managed to get out. Talking seemed to give her a release, and she opened her eyes, staring back at Dan above her.

But Dan wasn't looking at her. His gaze was off to her left; he was looking at the phone nestled in her tanned hand, the manicured fingers wrapped around it, and the glittering diamond on her engagement ring. "I know," she said, switching the phone to her right hand. "I can't wait until you get home." Her left hand now free, Kelly extended her ring finger and sucked it into her mouth; her wedding and engagement rings bumped up against her full, shiny lips as she sucked lewdly on her finger.

Kelly MacGuire lived for these moments. For her, sex was not enough. She reveled in it, fed off it, but she needed more than just sex. She needed the debauchery. She needed the psychological thrill that was part and parcel of spreading her legs for strange men. She was a firm believer in the adage that the mind is the greatest aphrodisiac, and this spurned her onward to depraved, corrupt, and wicked acts. Like fucking strangers in the home she shared with her husband. Like wrapping her small hand around a thick cock, yanking it fiercely to orgasm, allowing the thick sperm to wash over her wedding rings. Flaunting her marital status, and luxuriating in the degradation of being debased as a filthy, cheating whore. Here and now, Kelly could barely control her sloppy cunt. The sinful indecency of having her cunt stretched by a young man she met only hours ago threatened to shut down her faculties, and caused her obscenely distended nipples to throb and ache in the cool, conditioned air of her husband's office.

Dan turned his head away from her and closed his eyes. It was almost too much for him. His thick cock was buried in this married whore's bald cunt while she was on the phone with her husband, and she was flaunting her marital status by sucking on her ring finger.

"I need you…to make love to me…sooo baaaaad," he heard her moan to her husband. Dan turned back to the filthy slut that was writhing underneath him, and she stared directly back at him, a look of amusement in her eyes. "Just one more day, honey, and you can touch my sweet…little…body all you want." Kelly bucked her hips up against Dan and his cock jerked inside her. This time it was Kelly who crushed her clit, and her eyes almost rolled back into her head. "Okay, I love you, too," she uttered, back arched as she writhed on the couch, then pulled the phone away from her innocent and angelic face.

Kelly again hit the "End" button and tossed it to the floor. With both hands, she gently cupped Dan's face. "My husband makes love to me, Dan. It's nice and it's sweet and it reminds me how much he loves his unfaithful whore of a wife," she said softly as Dan continued stroking his blood-engorged cock between her cunt lips. While she talked, Kelly rubbed the back of her left hand across Dan's lips; the 3-karat ring scraped across his now-dry lips.

With her right hand, Kelly gripped the back of his neck and pulled his face close to hers, nose to nose, her breath hot in his mouth. "My husband makes love to me, but strangers fuck me, Dan. They treat me like a whore!" she hissed into his face; he could sense small droplets of spittle landing across his lips. "You're a stranger, Dan. Are you gonna fuck me? Gonna treat me like a filthy fucking slut?" she asked rhetorically, crashing her cunt up on Dan's throbbing cock. "Abuse my cheating cunt? Cum on my pretty face? On the lips my husband kisses every night before he goes to bed? Or would you rather shoot that hot fucking cum deep in my unprotected womb?"

Dan groaned and noticeably slowed his penetration of Kelly's wet hole; she knew he was on the verge of cumming. She pushed him off her, leaving him kneeling on the couch, his thick cock bobbing before him, dripping her juices onto the leather cushion. Kelly rose from the couch and skipped over to her husband's desk, her fat tits bouncing all the way. She reached into a drawer and returned to the couch with a dark bottle.

Dan had rolled off his knees into a sitting position, and Kelly sat beside him. "Come on," she said, patting a few fingers between her sweaty tits. "Get that cock up here." Dan struggled to straddle her, and when he did, Kelly opened the top of the bottle and turned it upside down over her cleavage. Dan watched as she squeezed it, and a thick, clear fluid streamed out, coating the massive tits, turning them shiny and slick.

Dan was on his knees now, his inflated cock bobbing before Kelly's innocent-looking face. Looking up at him with delight in her bright blue eyes, Kelly squirted some of the fluid from the bottle along the length of his shaft and threw the bottle to the side. Her small hand smoothed the oil along the engorged cock, taking his heavy balls between her long, oily fingers. "I wanna feel that fat cock slamming between these tits." Staring directly into Dan's eyes, she pushed her tits together from the outside, causing them to bunch up and around Dan's hot cock.

Dan couldn’t even look at Kelly's face. His gaze focused on his cock sandwiched in the slippery cleavage of her tits. Once the shaft was firmly secured there, Kelly's hands slipped from the sides of her globes to cover them and hold them there, her pink fingertips almost interlaced. Dan watched as she slowly pulled her tits up and down his shaft. One fat, distended nipple poked between the fingers of Kelly's right hand, and Dan watched as a drop of lubrication fell from it to her stomach, where it ran down her taut belly, disappearing between them.

Dan's cock glistened in sex oil, squeezed in the warm, tight valley of her tits; his cock head glowed purple and pulsed, the milky look of pre-cum mixing with the lubrication. Kelly's tanned hands hovered just millimeters above the twitching shaft. Dan moaned at the sight of her manicured fingers so near his cock, and groaned as he felt the back of her wedding and engagement rings scrape across the top of his cock and saw the sparkle of the 3-karat diamond ring as it shifted on her finger.

"Like what you see, Dan? You like having this thick cock buried between my huge tits, fucking them?" Dan could only groan and close his eyes in response. "Open your eyes," Kelly cooed. "Watch your cock, Dan. Watch it slide between my husband's tits." She squeezed her tits harder, pulling her hands closer to her, and Dan felt her rings again scrape against his cock. "Feel that, Dan? Huh? Can you feel my wedding ring against your cock?"

Dan had tunnel vision. The room around him didn't exist. Kelly didn't exist. Or at least most of her didn't. All he could see was her enormous, tan-lined tits, a thick nipple poking from between her fingers, wrapped around his thick cock, pre-cum liberally leaking from its tip. Her beautiful hands, with their manicured nails and diamond rings, trapped his shaft, squeezed it, trying to coax the cum from his swollen balls.

The vision was too much for him, and he tightly gripped the back of the couch, his knuckles white as his hips jerked his cock between this spoken-for slut's oil-slicked tits. His spasming jammed his cockhead into the soft underside of Kelly's jaw. She stopped pulling her tits up and down on his shaft; Dan was doing the fucking now, his eyes screwed shut. She let him fuck up into her tits four or five times, but his movements were erratic. She could feel an immense heat emanating from the shaft; it felt like it was searing the flesh between her tits.

Sensing he was about to cum, Kelly let her tits go free and wrapped both hands around Dan's trembling shaft, jerking him. "You gonna cum, Dan? Is your big, fat cock gonna cum in my little hands?" she taunted him, mocking his earlier taunting of her. Dan opened his eyes to Kelly's pretty face smirking up at him. She placed her right hand on his stomach, holding him steady, and brutally jerked the shaft in her left, her rings staring him directly in the face. "Come on, Dan. Cum. Cum for me! Shoot your cum all over my tits!"

Kelly dropped her face and took the head of Dan's cock in her mouth just long enough for her tongue to swirl around the shiny purple tip. She continued to violently jerk Dan's cock between her heavy tits. "All over my tits! I'm a filthy…fucking…cheating…whore, Dan. Treat me like one! My husband comes home tomorrow, Dan, but I need cum now!" she growled.

Dan's cock couldn't take any more abuse, and he emptied his balls. They lurched against her chest, then mum shot from the tip of his cock and splashed against Kelly's chin, falling to cover her stroking hand. Feeling it, Kelly pressed herself further back into the couch and directed the next gush between her tits, but it came out with such force that it splattered beneath her nose, above her lips. The third shot managed to land between Kelly's massive tits. Dan refocused his gaze in time to see that second load slide over Kelly's full, pink lips to her chin, and then drip onto her sweaty, oily tits.

When he looked into her eyes, he saw a satisfied look. Kelly's eyes sparkled with delight, and a mischievous smile played across her pretty mouth. "God, do I love that," she laughed, scooping the sticky mess from her face and tits and licking it from her fingers. "There's nothing better than having a cock shoot a ton of cum all over my face." Kelly stared hard into Dan's eyes as she brought her left hand to her mouth, licking his cum from her wedding and engagement rings.

Dan shuddered again as he climbed off her and, standing before her catching his breath, a final stream of cum leaked from the tip of his deflating cock and dropped to the hardwood floor.

"Ooh, no!" she frowned in mock consternation. "Don't let it go to waste." Kelly slid off the couch and bent down on all fours on the floor. Dan jumped back at her sudden movement and watched as Kelly's tongue darted out from between her lips and licked his cum from the floor. "Mmmmm," he heard from the back of her throat. Kelly raised herself back up and, on her knees now, took Dan's cock between her delicious lips, sucking whatever cum remained from around and just inside the head. Satisfied that she had all the cum there was to have, she let the cock pop from her mouth, sat back on her haunches, and lightly patted Dan's thigh. "Be back in a minute," she said as she rose to her feet and bounced from her husband's home office.

Kelly returned a minute or so later with a few towels. She was wiping her face and tits with a wet washcloth and threw a towel to Dan, who was by now reclined on the leather couch, looking very relaxed. "Don't get too comfortable," she intoned, dragging a dry towel over her wobbling tits. "It's about time for you to leave," she said, dropping into the club chair across from him, her thighs slightly parted.

Dan felt like he was being dismissed. When he finished wiping their combined fluids from his cock and thighs, he reached for his boxers and shorts. He stood when he was dressed and faced Kelly. She was still naked. Any appearance of modesty she had displayed throughout the afternoon and early parts of the evening was gone. She had thrown a leg over one of the arms of the chair, the other straight out in front of her. Her hairless cunt, so virginal looking an hour ago, was swollen, her cunt lips gaping slightly; the insides of her thighs were shiny with her ejaculate. Her tan-lined tits hung a little from her chest, the thick nipples still erect, glistening in cum. She gazed back at him.

"Can I, uh, see you again?" he asked, buckling his belt.

"I'm married, Dan. I'm not looking for a boyfriend," she said wearily, yawning. "But if you text me your number, maybe I'll call you sometime."

"Works for me."

Kelly rose from the club chair and walked with Dan from Mike's office to the front door. When he reached for the doorknob, Kelly placed an elegant, manicured hand on his, and leaned into him. "Sorry for being so rude," she whispered. “It’s…it’s just a guilt thing. Just ignore it.” She paused, chewed her lower lip for a moment, then gazed up into his eyes. "You know I'm going to call you. I told you…we’re made for each other. You like fucking women like me…married women, and…I just…God…I just looove to fuck." Kelly slipped her free hand around Dan's neck and pulled him toward her. When their lips met, her soft pink tongue darted into his mouth, swirling around his tongue a few times. Dan groaned into her mouth before she pulled away, leaving them both a bit breathless. "Talk to you soon, sweetie."

Dan opened the door and stepped into the muggy evening. He moved down the steps and heard the door click softly shut behind him. But not for the last time.