“We had some great sex yesterday” said Antoinette.
Antoinette, or Toni as she preferred to be known was my work colleague. We worked in the bakery department of a supermarket. I was always in first, about half an hour before she was as it was my job to start up the ovens and other equipment.
She was my ideal woman, slightly shorter than me, long (dyed) blond hair, green eyes, a very pretty face and a stunning body. She even managed to make the jackets and aprons that we had to wear at work look good. There was just one problem - she was married, to a guy named Mark and it was him she had the great sex with.
Of course she knew I fancied her and she would flirt outrageously with me at work, for my part I kept saying that she had been married long enough to get bored and that it was time for her to have an affair with me. One of her favourite sayings was “off to have a wank?” whenever I needed to go to the toilet.
Truth was that I did, not at work obviously, but at home. In bed alone I would always fantasise about Toni and what we would get up to together. Her husband would drop her off at work in the morning and usually pick her up afterwards. Sometimes however he would have to work late and she would ask me to hang on for half an hour and give her a lift home. I would often imagine what would happen if one day I followed her into her house, or maybe if I locked the doors on the car and just kept driving until we ran out of petrol in some secluded lay-by.
Quite when fantasy turned to obsession, I’m not sure. Toni began to dominate my thoughts to such an extent that all other women got compared unfavourably to her. Often when I was out with my mates and we hooked up with a bunch of girls I would back away from anyone that showed an interest in me as I didn’t want to be unfaithful to Toni, unfaithful to a woman I wasn’t having a relationship with!
One Friday in early March Toni was very excited at work. It was her wedding anniversary and Mark had planned a big surprise for her.
“Four years”, I said, “the rot starts to set in now, so before it all goes stale lets run off together”
Toni laughed “No, things are still great between us, but if it ever does go wrong I know where to find you” It was a typical Toni comment, denial followed by a little chink of light.
I didn’t go straight home after work that day, I drove to the seafront for a stroll along the promenade. Partly to see what the swell was like, maybe I would do a bit of surfing the following day, but my mind as it so often did soon turned to Toni. Mark had never come into the shop, so I had no idea what kind of a guy he was (If I ever did meet him would I congratulate him on being the luckiest man in the world or would I punch him?), but I hoped he would mess up. Maybe the great surprise would be an ironing board and they would have a great big row. If not, I mused something could happed to him. I knew he ran a car pimping firm so maybe a bit of industrial sabotage would drop a car on him and crush him. Then at the funeral I could comfort the grieving widow…..
I stopped horrified at what had just crossed my mind. Fantasy was one thing but I had just given serious consideration to killing Mark. Enough was enough. I resolved that I would stop obsessing over Toni and get her out of my life. That weekend the guys were going clubbing, I would go with them and get a laid by some slut. Then on Monday I would start looking for a new job.
Firstly though the cold March wind had done what it normally does and I needed a piss. Luckily there were some public toilets at the end of the seafront. I always went into a cubicle as I enjoyed reading the gay cruising stuff scrawled on the walls. It amazed me how many people would be looking for someone aged 18-25 for cock fun - did anyone ever reply?
As I was pissing a note caught my eye “Wife wants fucking by a bunch of strangers - today only” followed by today’s date and a phone number. It must have been fate! I resolved to get laid and within a couple of minutes the perfect opportunity came my way. I entered the number into my mobile, found a quite corner out of the wind and rang.
“Hello” said a mans voice.
I was unsure how to reply “err, yeah, hi, um, I’ve err seen the note and err….”
“Ok this is the deal. It’s the wife’s birthday and she wants me to arrange this for her - will you be free at about half five and do you know The Crown pub”
“Yes to both” I replied.
“Ok, I’ll meet you in the pub at half five, be at the table next to the jukebox. By the way my name’s Dave and the wife is Vicky - see you there” and Dave rang off. David and Victoria, yeah right!
Having had a wash and brush up I entered The Crown just before half five. At the table sat a portly man, going bald maybe early forties. “Hi” he said as I approached “are you Dave?”
“No, but I’m waiting for him too”
The man introduced himself as Alan. Then he began to tell me his story. He was gay he said but had recently began to get curious about having sex with a woman. He was in the toilets earlier looking to see if there was anyone new in the area and saw the note. He was worried about his reaction, what if he can’t do it with a woman.
“Go with what you know” I said “do you like blow jobs?” Alan nodded “then start there” I continued “it’ll still feel good whether it’s a man or woman giving it. Maybe she’s into anal as well”
At that point a man approached the table, mid twenties quite tall, well built. “Are you Dave?” I asked.
“I am, but I don’t want to know anything about you. No names, no pack drill. Is it just the two of you?” we nodded “there should be a third, we’ll give him 10 minutes”
Conversation was stilted, what do you say to a man who doesn’t want to know anything about you, and from his point of view what do you say to someone who is about to penetrate your wife?
“Fuck it” said Dave after a few minutes “He’s obviously not coming - lets go” The three of us got into Dave’s car. As we pulled away Dave started talking to us “Right, this is the situation, Vicky and I aren’t locals, we are staying at a friend’s house. We will be off after you’ve finished and the phone is going in the bin, so don’t try to contact us again. Vicky is blindfolded and tied to the bed, you can use her mouth and cunt, she doesn’t do anal. Don’t tell her who you are or anything about you, in fact if you can stay silent while you take her that would be great. Oh yeah one more thing I will be filming this, even though she asked me not to, but fuck it she’s blindfolded, she won’t see it - any questions?”
We had none, and I began to recognise where we were going. We drove onto Toni’s estate, down her road and stopped outside her house, no it couldn’t be could it Dave wasn’t really Mark and Vicky wouldn‘t be Toni?
Dave opened the door for us. “Up the stairs lads, through the first door on the right, enjoy yourselves”
As I entered the room I saw something I had longed to see for months, Toni naked on the bed. She was tied to the headboard, but the ropes were long enough so that she could reach her hands down to her breasts. I began to get undressed, but as I did I had a moment’s doubt. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, we were meant to be romantic, slow, discovering each other’s bodies before making passionate love, not like this. I heard Alan grunt and Toni moan as he put his cock into her mouth. That made up my mind for me, Toni was going to get fucked and it might as well be by me. I decided to start by giving her oral.
I kissed Toni’s cunt, and slowly began to run my tongue up and down her slit, before pushing it between her lips. She was already very wet and her juices began to almost flow onto my tongue. I then began to lick her clit and pushed a finger into her hole.
“I’m sorry, no I can’t I prefer men I thought it would work….sorry” I paused, looked up and saw Alan stand up, pull up his trousers and run out of the room.
“Don’t you stop” said Toni, it was the only words either of us would say. So I didn’t, but I did move round so that my cock took the place of Alan’s in her mouth before I continued licking her. I began to move my hips back and forward fucking her mouth as I probed my tongue and fingers deep into Toni’s cunt. Our 69 continued for a few minutes until Toni’s mouth and hand had worked it’s magic and I came spraying my spunk on her tongue.
Immediately I pulled out of her mouth, shuffled to the end of the bed, turned Toni over and thrust my still hard cock into her gorgeous open sopping wet cunt. I held tightly onto her hips, slapped her arse cheek and started to fuck her doggy style I knew that I would be able to cum again.
I fucked her gently at first. Long slow strokes, pulling my cock back to her lips before easing it fully inside her, as I did she began to make moaning and mewling noises and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I made her cum. As she got closer to her orgasm I got faster and harder, so that as I felt her cunt tighten around my cock I was pounding her really hard, making the bed shudder and the headboard bang on the wall. Toni came with a massive orgasm, in a mess of incoherent noise, she was beyond words and was just moaning, groaning and growling. After she came I slowed down again. I was in heaven! Here I was, fucking the woman I has lusted and obsessed over for months. Each thrust of my cock made her squeal with pure enjoyment. I wished the moment could last forever. Unfortunately they don’t and I soon began to feel my own orgasm build up. Toni felt it too and began thrusting backwards. I wanted to shout out, tell her that I loved her and wanted to fuck her forever, but I remembered what Mark had asked and bit my lip until I emptied my load deep into her cunt.
After I finished Toni slid forward off my cock and collapsed onto the bed.
“That’s enough now” Mark said lowering his camera.
I got dressed, and on my way out of the room looked for the last time at Toni’s naked body and saw the happy, contented smile on her face. As I went down the stairs Mark asked if I needed a lift back into town “no, it’s OK, I’ll walk I said, but could you email me a copy of the film?”
“No can do, personal use only. As I said she didn‘t want me to so she won’t even get to see it”.
“Alright then” I replied “but say thanks to Vicky for me” keeping up the pretence to the end.
That weekend I went out with the lads, and although I didn’t get laid by a slut I did meet a girl and swapped numbers. We texted and arranged to meet midweek.
“How was the Anniversary” I asked Toni on Monday .
“Wonderful” she replied “Absolutely stunningly brilliant sex on Friday, followed by a trip to the airport hotel, a flight to Paris early Saturday, dinner in a top restaurant, 5 star hotel and a flight back Sunday lunchtime.”
It was very carefully said I noticed. No mention of the fact that the stunningly brilliant sex wasn’t actually with her husband.
“How about you?” she asked.
“Met a lovely girl out clubbing with boys Saturday, I’m taking her out Wednesday and we’ll see how things go from there”
“That’s wonderful”, Toni said “it’s about time you met someone - let me know if the two of you get it together on Wednesday won’t you”
“If I have sex, you’ll be the first to know” I replied.
I have decided not to look for a new job, I have put an end to my obsession with Toni by fucking her, and although I would be hers in a instant if she ever asked, she is no longer the be all and end all of my life. Our relationship in the job is much the same as ever, she still flirts, and I still ask her to have an affair. The main difference is when she asks me if I’m off for a wank I no longer have to imagine, I have the memories of the taste of her juices and of my cock coming in her mouth, her cunt. Memories that she is totally unaware that I have!