"Everyone thinks I'm so innocent, but they don't know how kinky I really am."

That's where it all started. I had posted that on an anonymous confession site and was quick to get replies. One of them went something like this:

"Kinky, huh? You sound like a fun girl. I'll get straight to the point; I'm married and here because my wife is boring and my sex life is lacking. I'm looking for someone to have some fun with, someone who is willing to be discreet of course. I notice we're close. Would you be interested?"

I didn't know how to respond to that message. On one hand, the idea excited me. For some reason, the idea of sex with a married man intrigued me. It was definitely on my bucket list. On the other hand, I didn't want to interfere with his and his wife's personal lives. I didn't want to be a homewrecker.

Long story short, I replied back and we got to know each other. His name was Nate. He was twenty-four and married (I was eighteen at the time) and he lived only a few minutes away; we were literally within walking distance of each other. His wife was in school and lately had been "too tired" for sex and turned him down almost every time he suggested it. The few times she did put out, the sex was adequate at best. I couldn't help sympathize with him.

We chatted for a while and shared pics between each other, and eventually planned a time to meet. This was happening.

****

As I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, I heard a knock at my door.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself. I wasn't ready.

I quickly dressed and spritzed some perfume on my neck before descending the stairs and meeting my new friend for the first time.

He stepped into the kitchen, looking very nervous. Nate was shorter than I expected, but still an inch or two taller than me. He had a dark scruffy beard and innocent hazel eyes that widened at the sight of me.

"Hi," he stammered.

"Hi," I said back. "It's, uh, nice to meet you."

"You too." His gaze was moving from my face, to my chest, down to my legs and back up again.

"Wow. You're even hotter in person."

"Thanks." I smiled brightly and took his hand. "Let's get comfortable."

I led him into my living room and he sat down on the sofa. I was very horny and wet with anticipation. I couldn't help glancing down at his crotch, wanting to see if he felt the same way.

"Let's see what's underneath," he said as he slipped his hands under my camisole, tugging it up over my head. I then shimmied out of my tiny shorts. I stood before him in my new matching bra and panties: a lacy black push-up bra with turquoise trim and a thong with garters. The small band of fabric on the thong barely covered my ass.

His eyes and cock bulged. I did a little twirl in front of him, letting him squeeze my butt as he ogled me.

"My wife would never wear anything like this. She says lingerie is for sluts."

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Well, I am a slut."

"Yes, you're my little slut."

My insides fluttered; no man had ever called me his slut.

I quickly and eagerly knelt between his knees. I rested my hand on his leg for a moment, my eyes asking for permission. When he gave the go-ahead, I moved my hand closer and closer to his package. I nimbly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. His cock sprang to life; I'd only seen it in pictures, but it was more impressive in the flesh. It was average in length but thick, and curved slightly upward. I couldn't help thinking how I'd heard that curved cocks more easily stimulated the g-spot.

I wanted to tempt and tease him, slowly lick the head of his cock and then trail my tongue down to the base, and back up, but he had something else in mind. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my mouth onto his member. He shoved it deep into my mouth, bringing tears to my eyes.

Nate had told me how his wife almost never put out, let alone gave head. I'd bragged about my blowjob skills and had to prove myself, I was going to give him the best blowjob he'd ever had.

He thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I sucked hard on his cock and made sure to use lots of tongue. He held me down, not letting me take a breath. All I could do was continue to suck his cock and make him happy. He pushed and pulled me onto him. By now the tears were streaking down my face. I'm sure it was an erotic view.

My lips slipped and slid over his cock. All the while he was grunting and panting like he'd never experienced this much pleasure before. He fucked my mouth with ferocity. I felt him pulsing and throbbing, and knew he was about to explode. Soon the hot ropes of cum were shooting down my throat. They seemed never-ending. His fingers were still knotted in my hair, holding my head in place.

The last drops of his cum leaked into mouth and I swallowed it all. His wife never swallowed.

He removed his organ from my mouth and sunk back on the couch in a daze. He had a dreamy, satisfied look on his face. I knew I'd done well, better than his wife ever could or would. I smiled at the thought.

"So?" I nudged him. "Did you like it?"

"That... was... awesome," he panted between each word.

I let him revel in his post-orgasm delight as I reveled in the satisfaction of a job well done. But the job was not finished.

When he came back to earth, he was ready to pleasure me. He turned towards me.

I slyly spread my legs for him, giving him a full view of my plump pussy lips that were sprinkled with wetness. He parted them with his fingers, nudging my clitoris. His thumb moved in small circles on my clit as his finger pushed into me and found my g-spot.

He tickled it, making me moan softly. I gyrated my hips to the rhythm of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.

"I love how you move," he noted. I couldn't help but wiggle and squirm as he played with my pussy.

His touch was electrifying, my whole body felt tingly as he found all the spots that made me tick. A man had never spent so much time using his hands on me.

Suddenly, his fingers retreated, killing my buzz.

"I'm sorry... I can't... I just can't do it."

My heart sank. "What do you mean?" I knew what he meant.

"I can't have sex with you. I'm married. It's so wrong."

I admit, I was extremely disappointed. I was horny, really, really horny, and I was not going to let him leave without feeling his cock deep inside me. He got his blowjob, now it was my turn.

Thinking quickly on my feet, I said, "It's just two friends helping each other out... Like giving a massage. It's really no big deal."

He just shook his head, looking conflicted. I had to up the ante.

"If you don't fuck me today, when is the next time you're gonna get laid?" Harsh, but true.

He wouldn't look me in the eye."I don't know."

I sighed, knowing I wasn't getting through to him.

"Please, Nate... I just want to please you like a good little slut."

He seemed to perk up at that, I saw a small smile cracking the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't you love how I eagerly sucked your cock and drank your cum? Would your wife ever do that?"

"No...She wouldn't." He looked me up and down.

"And wouldn't you like to know how tight my pussy feels on your cock? You can fuck me whichever way you want, for as long as you want, and I'll love every minute of it."

"I just don't know..."

I was getting sick of playing this game. One way or another, I would get what I wanted.

I took his hands and pressed them against my chest, so he could feel my big, warm tits and my hard nipples protruding from them. He squeezed them roughly, pushing them up and together. I let him enjoy my body for a few moments.

He abruptly jerked his hands away and stood up, leaving the room. I quickly put my bra and panties back on and followed him into my kitchen.

I was confident and straight to the point. "You're not leaving here without fucking me."

"I can't..."

I cut him off, "Yes, you can. I'm your slut, fuck me like you mean it!"

I bent over in front of him as I said it, pushing my butt into him, tempting him.

"C'mon, I know you want to."

His hands roamed over my bare ass cheeks feverishly. He squeezed, pinched, rubbed, slapped, and cupped them. Finally, he yanked my thong down past my knees and whipped out his cock.

"Oh, I'll fuck you good, my little slut," he growled.

Before I knew it, he shoved his curved cock deep into my pussy. I braced myself up against the wall. He grabbed me by the hips and furiously fucked me, taking revenge after my taunts and teasing.

After all the waiting, I was finally getting what I wanted, what I needed. I was bent over in front of a married man, who had his cock buried inside me. If slut-hood had an initiation, this must have been it.

He did not disappoint, this man was a master of pleasuring women, he knew exactly how to turn me on and get me off, as if we had been intimate for years. And to think, this prowess was being wasted on an unwanting, undeserving prude of a woman that he said "I do" to.

He pounded my pussy hard, putting me in my place. I was his slut to be used and abused. I would please him, that was my only goal right then.

His cock slipped and slid in and out of my cunt, his balls slapping against my pussy lips. The swift taps made my clit throb. Each thrust intensified, each harder and quicker than the last.

His nails dug into the flesh of my hips, he pushed and pulled me onto his cock. I bounced back onto him, ensuring the deepest, hardest fuck possible. Every inch of my body quivered at the sensations.

He hammered my pussy, making up for all the times he couldn't come because his wife wouldn't allow it. Our bodies smashed against each other. I felt his body heat radiating onto me and his breath on my neck.

I can't exactly describe how I felt at the moment. The way he fucked me was different than how I'd ever been fucked before. It was hard and rough and satisfying.

He slid his hands under my bra and squeezed my boobs hard as he fucked me. He pinched and twisted my nipples. The pain combined with the pleasure quite nicely.

My pussy clenched and released around his cock before he pulled out. I turned and watched him stroke his cock furiously. The ropes of cum streamed out of his cock and onto my ass. They dripped down onto me. His hand slowed as he came down from his orgasm. I'd made him come twice today, probably more than his wife had in a week.

When he finished, he simply put his cock away and zipped up his pants.

"I can't believe I just did that."

I laughed. "I can. And I'm glad you did."

He looked pained but satisfied at the same time, like he was the happiest yet saddest man alive. He shook his head and went for the door.

"We should do this again sometime," I said.

"I don't know." He walked out of my house, leaving me naked in my kitchen.

He stopped on my porch and turned towards me.

"If I get a divorce... can I call you?"

I smiled and nodded.

"You're not making this easy you know!"

I laughed. "Come again," I winked at him and gave a little wave.

I got what I wanted, but he never contacted me again.