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Not That Sort of Girl (fm:oral sex, 2487 words)

Author: Naughty Miranda Picture in profile
Added: May 17 2018Views / Reads: 1225 / 973 [79%]Story vote: 9.74 (35 votes)
She wasn't that sort of girl, and she never had been. No way. Until the night she met the sort of guy who changed her mind. Could also be filed under Adultery...

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She lay in the dark and she felt like crap.

Correction. She should have felt like crap. Instead... well, maybe she felt like crap because she didn't feel like crap. But no, that's stupid, and it doesn't even make sense. She felt guilty. But she also felt indignant at the thought of that. Guilty for having a bit of fun? Because that's all it was. A bit of fun that maybe went further than it should have, but which also ended a lot sooner than it would have before...


Finish the sentence, Wendy. The words tumbled across her mind as quickly as she could phrase them. Before-she-got-married.

And how long had she been married?

Eighteen years.

Which was long enough for her to get used to the idea, and long enough for her to know that what she'd done this evening was not the kind of behavior that a respectable woman should indulge in.

But was she respectable any more? Because she'd acted like a dirty slut.

And she felt her heart rate quicken just enough to wonder, is that such a bad thing to be? Yes. Of course it is. She'd never been called a slut in her life, and at forty years of age... okay, forty-two... she had no intention of starting now.

A dirty, filthy slut.

Beside her, Trey slept peacefully and she wondered what he would say if he knew. Not that he was a saint. He'd admitted that, if he wasn't married, there was a woman who worked at the medical center who he'd have gladly pursued for as long as it took. But that was the difference, wasn't it. "If he wasn't married." Which may or may not have translated into "if I thought I could get away with it," but that wasn't really the point. The fact was, marriage was the ring fence that kept his dreams and desires in check, and the only argument Wendy had to that was...

Well, I've never dreamed about it, so you shouldn't either." In fact, until it happened, she'd never desired it either. It just happened.

It's not as if she even liked blowjobs. At high school, she'd told herself she wasn't that kind of girl. At college she'd convinced herself she wasn't that kind of girl. And, by the time she got married, even her husband knew, she wasn't that kind of girl. Never had been, never would be. No sirree, and thank you very much.

Yeah, she'd given one or two when she was at college, but only because her boyfriend... alright, a couple of boyfriends... had made it pretty clear that their continued togetherness was somehow index-linked to her willingness to occasionally put a cock in her mouth. And she'd given her husband one as well, but only because she was too tired to fuck, and she wasn't getting any place with a handjob. So she closed her eyes, held her breath, and thankfully it was over about two minutes later.

She licked her lips tentatively. Even after washing her face and cleaning her teeth, she thought she could still taste his meat in her mouth. "His" meaning Glenn's. Glenn being the guy she had met on the bus. Whose conversation whiled away the hour they'd spent stuck in traffic by the First Avenue Bridge, and who she met again on the street a few minutes after she got off the bus, and about thirty seconds after she realized that she'd left her shopping in the overhead rack. He'd seen it, grabbed it, then leaped off at the next stop, then raced back to return it just before she started to panic.

So she offered to buy him a drink.

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Jo Jo writes Mon 21 May 2018 13:24:


JO xx


Fergusonblue writes Fri 18 May 2018 23:30:

Thanks for another story; makes me hope to be "that kind of man" for someone!


"Bill -BFT-S" writes Fri 18 May 2018 03:40:

I really love the phrase; "impaling two rock hard acorns". Well paced journey of discovery.


Close Encounters writes Thu 17 May 2018 23:56:

Your a very good story teller. I love the way you describe how your character is feeling during the intimate parts.


Alacrity writes Thu 17 May 2018 14:36:

Good to see you back!


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