Getting Even

Helen Landers was about to be seated at the French Crêperie when her cellphone rang. Her friend, Misty Rowe, called to say she was stuck at work and had to skip her lunch date.

Helen decided to get a drink, and in the attached bar, and she took a seat and ordered a classic martini. She needed a drink. She had just discovered undeniable proof that her husband, Barry, was cheating on her and had, in fact, been fucking other women shortly after their marriage, 5 years ago. He had had 4 affairs, doing his best to hide them, but careless enough to think she believed his excuses about late-night work, weekend golf games, and business trips.

He had just left this morning for a 7-day business trip, so he claimed, no doubt, he was taking one of his paramours with him.

She was getting royally angry, the bastard, sleeping around like a slut, when she was always ready and willing. After the first few months of their marriage, he had become a lazy lover, from once every other day to once a month, at most, the old 2-minute jump, hump, and dump. Yeah, she now knew what had happened: he was using it up on his sluts, and it made him a dud in the sack.

The bastard. I should get even with him. Her thought went to what would be the best solution. Fuck around on him. Why not? She hadn't gotten anything from Barry for 3 weeks, and she was stuck with either going home and masturbating to get some temporary relief, or getting a stiff, hard cock to give her the stuffing she needed.

Just as she thought that, the bartender put the martini before her and said, "No charge, compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar."

She took a look, and her heart skipped a beat. Helen looked him over. Oh yeah, perfect, Nordic blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Mmmm, a wonderful smile, nicely proportioned, looks like he worked out, but wasn't some over-pumped bodybuilder type. She guessed him to be about 25, 2 years younger than she was.

Her mind was running; she wanted a zipless fuck. No names, no commitments, just the coming together of her hot, wet pink hole and his hard, eager cock.

She wrote out what she wanted :

"I want a zipless fuck. No names, just a hard, satisfying fuck. If you are game, meet me outside the men's restroom in 5 minutes, take me into a toilet cubicle and rail my needy cunt. Hope to see you there."

She folded the note and asked the bartender to take the note to him. He saw her Nordic man unfold and read the note, a big smile, and he looked at her and nodded. She drank her martini quickly, steadying her nerves. She'd never had a nameless quickie with a stranger; this was going to be her first time.

Just before the time was up, he stood up and passed close by; his hand trailed lightly across her shoulder as he passed, and she felt the quiver of her cunt, heating up. She gave herself a few more moments, then got up and trailed behind him.

Just before she got to the men's room, she saw him open the door and look around inside. He turned back to her, smiling and motioned for her to come inside. Once behind the locked door of a toilet cubicle, she wiggled her panties down, glad that she had worn a short skirt.

He pushed her against a wall of the cubicle and his lips came down on hers. Hot and full of tongue swirling action had her cunt howling for it. He dropped his pants and shorts, and a 9-inch whopper was ready for her.

Helen was almost dizzy with desire. She could feel his fingers stroking at her hole, feeling the slipperiness of her gushing juices. His hands then clamped around her ass cheeks, and he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he positioned her. Helen could feel the head of his cock nudge against her. Her cunt was on fire, aching and throbbing, and she needed him to jam the last inch deep inside her fuckhole.

He did not make her wait; he let her down slowly, impaling her hot pink fuck hole. Helen howled with pleasure; his cock rubbed the underside of her clit, and that was all she needed. She clung to him, uttering wordless cries of pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her. She could feel the swollen head thumping against the back wall of her cervix, making her grunt loudly, as she was stuffed with the full 9 inches. She could feel her eager pussy stretched wide around his big shaft, wrenching and spasming wildly, her cunt juices gushing around his big prick.

Keeping her asscheeks gripped by his hands, he pulled out slightly and rammed it back in. She could hear his lustful grunts as he had her pinned against the cubicle wall, his log of pleasure ramming her like a pile driver, his mouth bent down to suck at her tits. The feel of his mouth sucking her hard nipples sent pulses of pleasure racing to her burning cunt, and she could feel another orgasm building fast. His cock drove in and out, power fucking her tight cleft; his cock was throbbing. She felt it jerk and swell to even greater hardness; fuck, it felt like his cock had become a steel-hard pipe as he reamed her fiery fuckhole.

Seeing herself as if from outside her body having a totally anonymous fuck, no connection or relationship, just the hard eager cock servicing her pink fuckhole, shoved her into another orgasm, her cunt clamping tightly around his shaft, quivering wildly, her inner muscles spasming and milking greedily at his stiff, steel-hard shaft, just as she felt his cock start pulsing.

She felt his cock head, huge and pulsating, exploding and squirting wildly, stretching her pussy wider with each throb and jet of his warm cum. His cock was pouring what felt like a fountain of cum into her very depths. The tight spasms of her burning pussy greedily milked his huge shaft, sucking out every drop he could pump into her.

They pulled apart, got dressed, and exited the men's room. Totally zipless, and it cooled off the burning fever that her cunt had been churning with.

**********

Two days later, she was back at the Restaurant. She was hoping for another fuck, anonymous fucking had really pushed her kink button.

She sat in the lounge, sipping a martini. She started to look around the lounge, searching for a nice-looking gent to scratch that itch.

"Helen Bowers, is that you?"

She looked up, startled, and felt the heat. One of her classmates from grade 12, Jim Mackerson, was standing before her. She looked him over; he looked just as good as he had 6 years ago, when they had a hot make-out session after the high school football team won the city championship. Making out was far as they went; she had been a somewhat repressed 18-year-old virgin, and she had regretted not taking the opportunity to do more.

She could see him eyeing her charms, making her pussy warm. Her naturally blonde hair was cut in a short shag; her 34DD chest stood out proudly, her top accentuated it, and her skirt was just a little longer than a miniskirt, paired with thigh-high stockings that showed off her sleek legs. Yes, this was the opportunity to do more.

Jim took the stool next to her, and they swapped stories about what had happened since they last saw each other. She got a peek at his bulge; oh yes, he looked like he had what she needed. She drained her drink, working up the courage, and decided to go for the sure thing and skip the anonymous fuck.

She leaned over and whispered, "Jim, I'm a married woman who's not getting what she needs from a loutish husband who has had 4 affairs in our 5 years of marriage. I need to feel a hard cock pumping my pussy, I need to feel alive."

With no one close by, she laid a hand on the cloth-covered bulge and purred, "I'm so horny, I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. I want you now; the restrooms are unisex, take me back there and give me what I need!"

His smile showed that he was just as eager for her, and they made their way back. Once behind the locked door, they came together in a hot melding of flesh. She bared her chest, enjoying the way his eyes drank in the sight of her generous dairies. She pulled her skirt off, dropped her panties, and quickly had his pants undone, reaching into his shorts, and mmmmmm, oh yes, that swollen fuck pole was ready for her.

That made her even hotter; she was almost dizzy with desire. Helen could feel his fingers stroking at her hole, feeling the slipperiness of her gushing juices. He sat on the toilet seat as she took the cowgirl position, and he guided her hips. When she felt the head of his cock nudge against her cunt lips, her cunt was on fire, aching and throbbing, and she needed to jam early last inch deep up her fuckhole.

She pushed down hard, eager for all of it at once. Their grunts and growls of pleasure joined as Helen skewered her steaming cunt fully, taking in all of that swollen 8-inch pussy stretcher. She could feel the swollen head thumping against the back wall of her cervix, making her grunt loudly. Her eager pussy was stretched wide around his big shaft.

She rode him; it took only a few strokes before Helen could feel the burning tide overcoming her. She howled with pleasure, his cock rubbed the underside of her clit, and that was all she needed. She clung to him, uttering wordless cries of pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her, wrenching and spasming wildly, her cunt juices gushing around his big prick.

Grabbing Helen's ass cheeks, Jim lifted her, carried her over to the sink counter, and plopped her ass down on the counter between the sinks. His mouth bent down to suck at her tits. The feel of his mouth sucking her hard nipples sent pulses of pleasure racing to Helen's burning cunt, she could feel another orgasm skittering around.

She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his waist and growled, "Flood my cunt; let me have it!"

The tilted angle had her cunt positioned perfectly, and Jim started to fuck her faster, making her grunt as he rammed it back in. His cock was driving into her creaming pussy hard and fast, power fucking her tight cleft, making her gasp and whimper as she was fucked hard, his swollen cock head pressing insistently against her cervix; he was hitting spots that Barry's 5-inch weiner could never reach.

"Oh yeah, fucking so good, gonna make me cum again, Jim, let me have it!"

Jim was happy to do so; his cock drove in and out, power fucking her tight cleft. Helen could feel the building fire of her orgasm ready to swamp her. She suddenly felt it jerk and swell to even greater hardness, rock hard and ready to fire.

"Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna flood your burning horny cunt baby, OH YEAH!" Jim howled.

Hearing him call her cunt what it was, a horny cunt, shoved Helen into her second orgasm, her cunt clamping tightly around his shaft, quivering wildly, the inner muscles spasming and milking greedily at his stiff, steel-hard shaft, just as she felt his cock start pulsing. His cock exploded, jerking and pulsing, tossing off wildly, gushing thick streams of spunk as he splattered her insides.

Mmmmmm that throbbing prick pumping its hot spunk into her, the huge gush flooding her cunt, her sizzling fuch hole milking, eager for every last drop.

They stayed joined for a while, just enjoying the afterglow.

Helen whispered in his ear, "My husband is out of town and won't be back for a few days."

She did not have to look at his face to know he was smiling; the invitation was loud and clear.