Picks up where the last one left off. I can’t get the encounter with you of of my mind.
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“Insatiable Wife part 4” A 12 minute 37 sec recording.
I found myself obsessing about Jack Ryan, my husbands superior at work. Day after day, I kept remembering what he’d done to me. I kept fantasizing about it.
It made me feel a kind of sick lusty excitement, a thrillingly nervous tension right in my core.
I kept thinking about somehow re-initiating contact. I felt powerless to resist, hoping that we might somehow repeat the experience if I followed the same method the had triggered our first encounter. I didn’t know what else to do. I only knew I was desperate for him.
So I waited until I knew he’d be on lunch, I rang my husband to leave another voice message.
“Hello Mr. Ryan, I need you again, I need you to come by my house and do what you did to me before. Take me Jack, your employees slutty wife, force yourself on me you dirty bastard. Get here as soon as you can.”
As soon as I hung up, I couldn’t believe I’d actually done it, after what had happened before. I was shaking, giddy with excitement when I hung up the phone.
I knew my husband would think I was up to my old tricks again, wanting to play our dirty little role-play game again. But I wanted Jack to intercept the message and…act upon it.
I knew Jack wouldn’t get here for ages, maybe he wouldn’t get the message at all. But I ran upstairs to my bedroom right away to get changed into something a little more alluring.
I undressed and put on some tan colored stockings, held in place with a suspender belt. I put on a Burgundy lingerie set and matching color nightie. The cool silky satin felt amazing as it draped over my body, so sensual against my tingly skin…it was long, tightly fitted on my breasts, with a slit up along the front of my left leg, all the way up to the hip.
I was overcome with a deep horniness. I needed to masturbate, images of Jack Ryan taking me. I kept picturing him throwing me down and overpowering me. I’d try to fight him off but it’s useless. I’m throwing my head from side to side, helpless and panting as my fingers mimic the sensation of him forcing his way deeper and deeper inside me. I don’t really know why, but in my fantasy he’s raping me. In a way it excuses me, absolves me of any wrongdoing. I’m not cheating on my husband if his boss takes free will out of the equation….right?
It’s just a fantasy I told myself. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. Deep down I wanted to bring it to life.
I was sitting at the table, sipping a coffee when I finally heard a key turning in the door. He’d gotten here much quicker than I’d expected. My heart almost burst with anxiety. I was suddenly petrified, excited, shaking and exhilarated all at once.
“Hi honey, you’re home early” I called out. My voice sounded as shaky as I felt. I was praying that it was’t actually my husband.
There was no response. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
“Honey???” I called out anxiously, “Is that you?” Still no response.
“It’s me.” The voice was deep, unfamiliar but yet recognizable.
I opened the kitchen door and looked out to the hallway, unable to suppress a shock gasp despite having invited this situation.
I walked slowly out to the hallway, my stocking rustling loudly as my thighs brushed against each other.
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came. Mr. Ryan stood there, so tall, broad shouldered.
He took a step towards me. I could’t move, I was frozen with fear.
“Huh…huh..how did you get in? I stuttered as he reached his arm around me.
He swept his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, his other hand moving straight to the slit of my nightie and down inside the front of my panties.
He quickly pressed his finger against my slit and then pushed it up inside me.
“You’re very wet”
He pushed me back against the banister, his finger still embedded in my wetness, his palm clamped tightly to my mound.
“Get your filthy hands off me” I urged. He responded with a contemptful laugh.
“What kind of woman do you think I am?” I pleaded hoarsely, my voice laden with emotion. It must have turned him on. He immediately withdrew his hand from my waist, unzipped and quickly positioned himself between my legs.
He slid his finger out of my pussy and drew his hand upwards, at the same time turning his arm so that his knuckles brushed my mound softly before his fingers grabbed the waistband of my panties.
“I know what kind of woman you are” he sneered.
I screamed in shock as he yanked my panties. I felt the waistband suddenly cut into my hips…and then abrupt relief as the waistband tore. I was aware of the way they stayed dangling around my left thigh, only partly ripped. It made me feel cheap and dirty. I don’t think I’d ever been as turned on.
“Please don’t do this Mr. Ryan” I gasped. I could hardly speak I was panting so hard.
“Spread your legs slut,” he barked harshly. My knees parted slightly, without me even thinking. He used his knees to open my legs wider, straining the seams of my satin nightie as he moved his hot stiffness underneath it.
As I stared into the dark wells of his eyes he grabbed a fistful of my hair. At the same time I felt the big bulbous head of his penis probing, penetrating just a little. Then suddenly he forced his purple headed ecstasy up inside me, driving hard into my wetness with a ruthless thrust.
“Ughhhaaa” I whimpered, feeling the blissful electricity of his cock as he forced it deeper and deeper inside me. If I wasn’t already so wet, he would’ve hurt me. The sensation was so intense.
“Ughhha.” My knees became jelly.
He took hold of my wrists and pinned them together above my head as he drove his sizzling erection in and out of me, fucking me hard against the banister.
It was so far beyond what I’d been dreaming about, each radiant thrust pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
As he sensed my rising orgasm, he gradually slowed down his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more and more deliberate, magnifying the intensity of the divine pleasures deep inside my pussy.
My whole body spasmed as his cock rasped along my tunnel, slow, unstoppable like a train pulling into a station.
He didn’t miss a beat as I began spontaneously orgasming, twitching and bucking wildly as he impaled me on his magnificent length.
He didn’t stop, orgasm followed orgasm, completely overwhelming me, my blood fizzing over-excitedly as it flowed through my veins. It was relentless, like nothing I’ve ever known.
And still it went on, his persistent violation keeping me in feverish rapture, his movements inside me causing my orgasm to concentrate unbearably.
I was drowning in oblivion, lost somewhere in the mind of god, as he held me against the balustrade and used me like a whore.
When he was done using against the banister he brought me through to the kitchen and took me over the dinner table.
Then he brought me to bed, where he used me for several more heavenly hours, owning me completely, like no man ever has. I was exhausted, almost passed out in bed when left me lying there, his semen slowly seeping from my overwrought pussy.
I’d barely caught my breath when my husband arrived home.
He’d obviously gotten my message, because he slid into bed behind me and, without a word, lifted my satin nightie and entered me without a modicum of foreplay. He reached over me, placing his hand on my belly, his other hand grabbed my hair and pulled it hard, making me scream just as he thrust into me. His sudden stabbing thrusts felt almost hateful, as if he wanted to hurt me, to punish me. I cried out.
“You’re a filthy little slut. I’m gonna stick it in you the way you want it, the way your husband won’t give it to you” he hissed viciously through clenched teeth, really getting in to his character.
I just lay there, utterly spent, shivering uncontrollably, still thinking dreamily about Jack Ryan as my husband fucked me lovelessly, his cock squelching in my spunk-drenched pussy.
“How could you Mr. Ryan? How could you, you dirty bastard?” I cried out breathlessly, between his vindictive thrusts. I began drifting into exhausted dreamy echoes of our earlier encounter.
“I won’t be denied my prize slut” he growled spitefully, sounding exactly like Jack Ryan.
Unbelievably, I felt another powerful rumbling climax welling up inside me, the fantasy became all too real once again.
johnnytee is my favorite author I have done recordings for. He contacted me years ago on Literotica and we have had many stories recorded since he wrote. He is very talented and I always love his works. Here are links to his pages on Climax Connection and Literotica.
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