This is a story of how I've been fucking my landlord for the past 3 months whilst my husband has been away with work.
So where to begin? My name is Sarah, I'm a 24 year old female with light blond hair and a slim figure. My husband John, 25, is a shy and fairly weedy guy but has a good job and treats me like a princess. Steve, our landlord, is is a 42 year old ex-military guy but looks early 30s and is a domineering guy flowing with self confidence and a great physique.
Here's how it started and how it's progressing. We hadn't been living long in the house, with our apartment on the ground floor and Steve's upstairs, when John was told he would have to go abroad on business for nearly 4 months. Obviously I was devastated with being left alone but knew he didn't want to rock the boat so soon after his promotion. Being in a new city with no friends was harder to cope with than I imagined, so after about 3 weeks I bumped into Steve in the hallway and got chatting. He said with him living alone as well I should come up sometime for a coffee. Well, as you can imagine one thing led to another and we slept together. After the first time it happened I told him it was a mistake and wouldn't happen again but he was having none of it and we ended up with a 3 month long affair. At first I felt guilty but he was so much more experienced than my husband and his dick was about 8 inches compared to John's 4 at best. Anyway it's about 10 days before John is due home and I head up to Steve's to let him know we need to break off the affair.
Steve's apartment
"Hi Sarah, you're early. Can't wait eh?" Steve says with a smirk, picking me up over his shoulder and carrying me to the bedroom then throwing me on the bed. Before I could even say anything he had already pulled down my trousers.
"Steve, we need to talk. John's back soon so we need to stop before we get caught."
"Don't worry, I've got something special planned to remember this week. Has John ever fucked you in the arse?" Steve winked.
"Of course not, he wouldn't dare try. He only does one position, never mind something that kinky!" I laugh. "Why? What have you got planned?" I ask, turning around and offering him my ass. Over the next 8 days Steve gradually builds up my tolerance until he's fucking my ass at full force. Then he lets me recover until my husband comes back.
On the morning of John's arrival I get a text. Thinking it's from John saying his flight is delayed I pick up my phone in a grump, but it's a message from Steve.
'Come upstairs, we need a chat.'
Steve's apartment again.
"Hey Steve, what's up?"
"Hi Sarah, so I've been thinking, obviously we need to keep this a secret from John, and we aren't gonna stop."
"We aren't? What are you talking about? There's no way we can keep this up and him not find out!" I tell him in shock.
"Listen, I know you guys have a pretty vanilla sex life and if you don't want him to suspect anything you have to keep it that way."
"That makes sense I suppose, but I don't know how I'll cope with that lol." I laugh, thinking of what Steve has put me through the last couple of months, I can't imagine going back to just the missionary position every night.
"You won't have to, I'm going to fuck you every day when he goes to work and if you follow my instructions we can get him to suggest a threesome! Once you bring me into the picture we'll be able to fuck out in the open and as he'll think it was his idea he won't have any way to back out of it!" Steve laughs but in a way that sounded like he was deadly serious.
"How are we going to get him to agree to something like that?" I ask shocked and somewhat intrigued.
"So first I need to know a few things about your sex life. I know it's mainly missionary but does he ever change it up? What about doggy?" Asks Steve.
"Well, sometimes. But usually only if he's had a lot to drink. It makes him more risky." I giggle.
"Does he ever try and put a finger in your ass when he does? If yes I want you to slap him away. That ass is mine for the time being. I have a plan to work him up to that privilege but it'll take time."
"Privilege! I feel so honoured!" I say in mock shame, punching his arm.
"So how are we gonna get him to suggest a threesome?" I ask playfully.
"Well this is where it gets interesting," Steve winks, "but you'll have to do exactly what I say even if it feels mean. First we have to break him down. He's been waiting months for that pussy and I want you to deny him a few things, starting off with bareback."
"How am I going to do that? We've never used condoms, he'll know something is up if I suggest we start now."
"Tell him you have stopped taking birth control because it was making you ill and you don't want a baby yet, so condoms are the only option." Steve shrugs like it's so simple.
"So you want me to stop the birth control? That means you'll have to bag up as well."
"Don't be so naïve, Sarah. We're just telling him that so he wears a condom, you'll leave the tablets at mine. This is about him missing out, not me."
"What else then?" I ask. I sat there in disbelief as he listed off his plan.
*Leave as much clothes on as possible when having sex.
*Both of us covered in a blanket with the lights off so he sees minimal amount of skin.
*Missionary only.
*Blow jobs mostly teeth.
*No swallowing.
*Has to cum in either a condom it or into a tissue. Tell him you don't like how it feels on your skin.
*No moaning or panting.
"You've really thought this through, haven't you?"
"If we want this to work you have to follow what I've said exactly. You need to seem almost bored with his efforts and eventually he'll ask how he can spice things up. Then we'll steer him towards a threesome!" Steve grins.
I just stood there. shaking my head and laughing at his confidence. 'If this only works,' I think, 'I'll have the best of both worlds!'
"Well, I suppose I should head off to collect my soon to be unsatisfied husband!" I scoff.
"No, turn up late. I want you to start as you mean to go on." says Steve sternly.
"Well, in that case get that big dick out. I want to greet him with cum filled kisses!"
I get to my knees and start sucking his dick, looking into his eyes as he unloads wad after was of thick cum into my throat.
I get up and head to the airport to put our plan into action.
So where to begin? My name is Sarah, I'm a 24 year old female with light blond hair and a slim figure. My husband John, 25, is a shy and fairly weedy guy but has a good job and treats me like a princess. Steve, our landlord, is is a 42 year old ex-military guy but looks early 30s and is a domineering guy flowing with self confidence and a great physique.
Here's how it started and how it's progressing. We hadn't been living long in the house, with our apartment on the ground floor and Steve's upstairs, when John was told he would have to go abroad on business for nearly 4 months. Obviously I was devastated with being left alone but knew he didn't want to rock the boat so soon after his promotion. Being in a new city with no friends was harder to cope with than I imagined, so after about 3 weeks I bumped into Steve in the hallway and got chatting. He said with him living alone as well I should come up sometime for a coffee. Well, as you can imagine one thing led to another and we slept together. After the first time it happened I told him it was a mistake and wouldn't happen again but he was having none of it and we ended up with a 3 month long affair. At first I felt guilty but he was so much more experienced than my husband and his dick was about 8 inches compared to John's 4 at best. Anyway it's about 10 days before John is due home and I head up to Steve's to let him know we need to break off the affair.
Steve's apartment
"Hi Sarah, you're early. Can't wait eh?" Steve says with a smirk, picking me up over his shoulder and carrying me to the bedroom then throwing me on the bed. Before I could even say anything he had already pulled down my trousers.
"Steve, we need to talk. John's back soon so we need to stop before we get caught."
"Don't worry, I've got something special planned to remember this week. Has John ever fucked you in the arse?" Steve winked.
"Of course not, he wouldn't dare try. He only does one position, never mind something that kinky!" I laugh. "Why? What have you got planned?" I ask, turning around and offering him my ass. Over the next 8 days Steve gradually builds up my tolerance until he's fucking my ass at full force. Then he lets me recover until my husband comes back.
On the morning of John's arrival I get a text. Thinking it's from John saying his flight is delayed I pick up my phone in a grump, but it's a message from Steve.
'Come upstairs, we need a chat.'
Steve's apartment again.
"Hey Steve, what's up?"
"Hi Sarah, so I've been thinking, obviously we need to keep this a secret from John, and we aren't gonna stop."
"We aren't? What are you talking about? There's no way we can keep this up and him not find out!" I tell him in shock.
"Listen, I know you guys have a pretty vanilla sex life and if you don't want him to suspect anything you have to keep it that way."
"That makes sense I suppose, but I don't know how I'll cope with that lol." I laugh, thinking of what Steve has put me through the last couple of months, I can't imagine going back to just the missionary position every night.
"You won't have to, I'm going to fuck you every day when he goes to work and if you follow my instructions we can get him to suggest a threesome! Once you bring me into the picture we'll be able to fuck out in the open and as he'll think it was his idea he won't have any way to back out of it!" Steve laughs but in a way that sounded like he was deadly serious.
"How are we going to get him to agree to something like that?" I ask shocked and somewhat intrigued.
"So first I need to know a few things about your sex life. I know it's mainly missionary but does he ever change it up? What about doggy?" Asks Steve.
"Well, sometimes. But usually only if he's had a lot to drink. It makes him more risky." I giggle.
"Does he ever try and put a finger in your ass when he does? If yes I want you to slap him away. That ass is mine for the time being. I have a plan to work him up to that privilege but it'll take time."
"Privilege! I feel so honoured!" I say in mock shame, punching his arm.
"So how are we gonna get him to suggest a threesome?" I ask playfully.
"Well this is where it gets interesting," Steve winks, "but you'll have to do exactly what I say even if it feels mean. First we have to break him down. He's been waiting months for that pussy and I want you to deny him a few things, starting off with bareback."
"How am I going to do that? We've never used condoms, he'll know something is up if I suggest we start now."
"Tell him you have stopped taking birth control because it was making you ill and you don't want a baby yet, so condoms are the only option." Steve shrugs like it's so simple.
"So you want me to stop the birth control? That means you'll have to bag up as well."
"Don't be so naïve, Sarah. We're just telling him that so he wears a condom, you'll leave the tablets at mine. This is about him missing out, not me."
"What else then?" I ask. I sat there in disbelief as he listed off his plan.
*Leave as much clothes on as possible when having sex.
*Both of us covered in a blanket with the lights off so he sees minimal amount of skin.
*Missionary only.
*Blow jobs mostly teeth.
*No swallowing.
*Has to cum in either a condom it or into a tissue. Tell him you don't like how it feels on your skin.
*No moaning or panting.
"You've really thought this through, haven't you?"
"If we want this to work you have to follow what I've said exactly. You need to seem almost bored with his efforts and eventually he'll ask how he can spice things up. Then we'll steer him towards a threesome!" Steve grins.
I just stood there. shaking my head and laughing at his confidence. 'If this only works,' I think, 'I'll have the best of both worlds!'
"Well, I suppose I should head off to collect my soon to be unsatisfied husband!" I scoff.
"No, turn up late. I want you to start as you mean to go on." says Steve sternly.
"Well, in that case get that big dick out. I want to greet him with cum filled kisses!"
I get to my knees and start sucking his dick, looking into his eyes as he unloads wad after was of thick cum into my throat.
I get up and head to the airport to put our plan into action.
- Next page: Ch. 2
