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.
Ch. 2
So I'm sat here at the airport, already 40 minutes late, to pick up my husband and I'm watching him from across the street waiting for me to turn up. Steve didn't want me to be early waiting for my husband so I killed time by giving him my most most enthusiastic blowjob before I headed to the airport. I thought I'd do one better and watched John waiting for me in the cold for the last half an hour. My pussy was tingling and soaking wet at the idea of messing around my husband at my lovers instruction. Eventually I pull up outside the airport and wind down the window.
"Hi babe, chuck your bags in the boot so we can get out of here." I say, not even bothering to apologize for being late.
I chuckle as it starts to rain and I hear him try to open the boot knowing I haven't unlocked it. After several failed attempts he is fully soaked through so I unlock the boot.
"No idea what happened there babe!" I tell him.
"No problem, I'm just glad to see you!" beams John as he leans in for a kiss.
'Here it begins.' I think as I give him a full kiss on the lips letting our tongues explore each other. I smile, wondering if he can taste our landlords spunk. He doesn't say anything and just smiles, probably for the best it doesn't bother him as I have a feeling he'll have plenty of chances to taste it again. I begin to laugh.
"What's funny, babe?" John asks with a puzzled look.
"Oh nothing, just something from earlier." I give him a wink, rub his leg and start to drive off.
On the drive home John is droning on about his trip, boring the socks off me. It's all I can do to not crash into a tree, but the thought of things about to unfold keep me going.
As we park in the drive I head to the house and let John struggle with bags on his own. As I get to the door I see Steve is waiting. He grins and puts his hand up my skirt grabbing my ass before John can notice. "Need a hand with that buddy?" Steve asks, lifting the large suitcase with ease even before john can reply and carrying it into the apartment.
"Where do you want this? The bedroom?" shouts Steve from ahead of them.
"Yes please, mate." answers John. As the three of us enter the room Steve smiles as he sees the packet of extra safe condoms on the bed.
"Well I'll get out of your way guys, looks like Sarah has got plans for you!" laughs Steve, punching John on the arm and nodding towards the packet. The punch was just hard enough to make John wince and get all embarrassed.
I walked Steve to the door and he leans in and whispers "Remember what we agreed. Keep on as much clothes as possible, lights off and missionary only. Oh, and try to put two of those extra safe condoms on him." Steve winks and walks off.
Back in the bedroom I head straight to the cupboard and grab my thickest baggiest onesie pajamas and get dressed. John asked, "So babe, wanna fool around?"
"Yeah, but I have to tell your something first." I lean in and kiss him. "I take it you've seen the condoms?"
"Yeah, what's that all about?" he asks, with a fearful look in his eyes.
"It's nothing bad babe, it's just the birth control was making me sick so I stopped taking them, and I'm not ready for a baby so this is the only way," I say putting on my sweetest face to soften the blow.
John shrugs "I guess I can understand that, but why did you have to get the extra safe ones? I'm not gonna feel a thing."
"What are you trying to say?" I scold him in what I hope is my angry voice. "You know, we don't have to do anything if that's what you think!"
Instantly John is groveling, saying that's not what he meant. A smile creeps into the corners of my mouth. Perfect, I have him right where I want him. I probably won't even have to suck his tiny dick.
"Ok then, get undressed and let's put on this condom before you turn the lights out."
In an instant he's naked and I just sit at the end of the bed looking at him until starts to go red with embarrassment. I forgot how weedy he was and his dick standing to attention is barely 4 inches. I grab hold of it with only my thumb and forefinger and start to inspect it, making no attempt to suck it. "I've never used condoms before, do you think we need to put on two, to make sure it doesn't split?" I ask in a naïve way.
"No, one is plenty." John replies, in a rush to bed me.
"No, I think I'd be happier with two the first time, and if it works we can always drop it down to one. Put on the first one so I can watch."
With that John fits the condom on his dick. "See? That's thick enough."
"Let's just try it." I purr in his ear. With the second condom on I reach in to the drawer, grab some lube and and cover his dick.
"Lights out!" I tell him in my most commanding voice. As he tries to find his way back to the bed I hear him his stub his toe and allow myself a smile. "Lets get to it."
"But you're still dressed." says John, feeling my fluffy onesie.
"It's got that butt flap and these are baggy enough to bring it to the front," I tell him as I lie on my back.
He groans in disappointment as he climbs on top of me and penetrates me in one go. I lie there trying my best to not moan or pant and act as bored as possible until he finishes and rolls off. Even before he can catch his breath I berate him. "Come on, get up, we need to check the condom. It doesn't look split, take them off and make sure you don't get any on me!" I snap angrily.
"Ok ok, I won't! Why are you so angry?" John whines.
"Why? Coz I wasn't even close to coming! That's why! Next time do better!" I scream at him. Then my phone starts to ring. "Oh great, it's the landlord."
I picked it up. "Hi Steve... yeah sorry about the yelling. No, everything's fine, no need to come down. I'm just frustrated with John. I haven't seen him in months and he just gave me the worst fuck of my life!" With that I hang up.
"Why did you tell him that?!" whined John.
"Because its true." I stare him out and turn the lights out.
Once it was nice and dark, I texted Steve 'Phase one done.'
Steve replied, 'Lol I want you round mine before he's even left the drive 2moz!'
And with that I fall soundly asleep.
"Hi babe, chuck your bags in the boot so we can get out of here." I say, not even bothering to apologize for being late.
I chuckle as it starts to rain and I hear him try to open the boot knowing I haven't unlocked it. After several failed attempts he is fully soaked through so I unlock the boot.
"No idea what happened there babe!" I tell him.
"No problem, I'm just glad to see you!" beams John as he leans in for a kiss.
'Here it begins.' I think as I give him a full kiss on the lips letting our tongues explore each other. I smile, wondering if he can taste our landlords spunk. He doesn't say anything and just smiles, probably for the best it doesn't bother him as I have a feeling he'll have plenty of chances to taste it again. I begin to laugh.
"What's funny, babe?" John asks with a puzzled look.
"Oh nothing, just something from earlier." I give him a wink, rub his leg and start to drive off.
On the drive home John is droning on about his trip, boring the socks off me. It's all I can do to not crash into a tree, but the thought of things about to unfold keep me going.
As we park in the drive I head to the house and let John struggle with bags on his own. As I get to the door I see Steve is waiting. He grins and puts his hand up my skirt grabbing my ass before John can notice. "Need a hand with that buddy?" Steve asks, lifting the large suitcase with ease even before john can reply and carrying it into the apartment.
"Where do you want this? The bedroom?" shouts Steve from ahead of them.
"Yes please, mate." answers John. As the three of us enter the room Steve smiles as he sees the packet of extra safe condoms on the bed.
"Well I'll get out of your way guys, looks like Sarah has got plans for you!" laughs Steve, punching John on the arm and nodding towards the packet. The punch was just hard enough to make John wince and get all embarrassed.
I walked Steve to the door and he leans in and whispers "Remember what we agreed. Keep on as much clothes as possible, lights off and missionary only. Oh, and try to put two of those extra safe condoms on him." Steve winks and walks off.
Back in the bedroom I head straight to the cupboard and grab my thickest baggiest onesie pajamas and get dressed. John asked, "So babe, wanna fool around?"
"Yeah, but I have to tell your something first." I lean in and kiss him. "I take it you've seen the condoms?"
"Yeah, what's that all about?" he asks, with a fearful look in his eyes.
"It's nothing bad babe, it's just the birth control was making me sick so I stopped taking them, and I'm not ready for a baby so this is the only way," I say putting on my sweetest face to soften the blow.
John shrugs "I guess I can understand that, but why did you have to get the extra safe ones? I'm not gonna feel a thing."
"What are you trying to say?" I scold him in what I hope is my angry voice. "You know, we don't have to do anything if that's what you think!"
Instantly John is groveling, saying that's not what he meant. A smile creeps into the corners of my mouth. Perfect, I have him right where I want him. I probably won't even have to suck his tiny dick.
"Ok then, get undressed and let's put on this condom before you turn the lights out."
In an instant he's naked and I just sit at the end of the bed looking at him until starts to go red with embarrassment. I forgot how weedy he was and his dick standing to attention is barely 4 inches. I grab hold of it with only my thumb and forefinger and start to inspect it, making no attempt to suck it. "I've never used condoms before, do you think we need to put on two, to make sure it doesn't split?" I ask in a naïve way.
"No, one is plenty." John replies, in a rush to bed me.
"No, I think I'd be happier with two the first time, and if it works we can always drop it down to one. Put on the first one so I can watch."
With that John fits the condom on his dick. "See? That's thick enough."
"Let's just try it." I purr in his ear. With the second condom on I reach in to the drawer, grab some lube and and cover his dick.
"Lights out!" I tell him in my most commanding voice. As he tries to find his way back to the bed I hear him his stub his toe and allow myself a smile. "Lets get to it."
"But you're still dressed." says John, feeling my fluffy onesie.
"It's got that butt flap and these are baggy enough to bring it to the front," I tell him as I lie on my back.
He groans in disappointment as he climbs on top of me and penetrates me in one go. I lie there trying my best to not moan or pant and act as bored as possible until he finishes and rolls off. Even before he can catch his breath I berate him. "Come on, get up, we need to check the condom. It doesn't look split, take them off and make sure you don't get any on me!" I snap angrily.
"Ok ok, I won't! Why are you so angry?" John whines.
"Why? Coz I wasn't even close to coming! That's why! Next time do better!" I scream at him. Then my phone starts to ring. "Oh great, it's the landlord."
I picked it up. "Hi Steve... yeah sorry about the yelling. No, everything's fine, no need to come down. I'm just frustrated with John. I haven't seen him in months and he just gave me the worst fuck of my life!" With that I hang up.
"Why did you tell him that?!" whined John.
"Because its true." I stare him out and turn the lights out.
Once it was nice and dark, I texted Steve 'Phase one done.'
Steve replied, 'Lol I want you round mine before he's even left the drive 2moz!'
And with that I fall soundly asleep.
