Anny, part 3, by anny-t, Illustrated, animated gif

When I saw my husband again, I didn't know what to do, I felt terrible. I haven't slept for days, I couldn't believe I did this to him. Day by day I was trying to forget what happened, but at the same time, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I couldn’t explain what my reasoning was for doing what I did. If I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat. But I couldn’t and I had to move forward. I had to learn to live with the guilt and the shame. It wasn’t easy, but as they say, time is the best medicine.

Naturally, I became scared of myself, I felt I was not in control of who I am. I began to notice things about men that I never had before. How they looked at me, how they stared at me, how they talked to me. Strangers on the streets, people I knew, co-workers or even friends, seemed to be flirting with me. I would notice people staring at me, ogling me in a way that made me feel so uncomfortable that sometimes I would go home and sob in my pillow.

You would think I was being paranoid but I wasn't. For example, I was having a conversation with Mark, my closest co-worker, and while we talked I would see him glance casually at my breasts and then look away quickly when he sensed that I had caught him. Whenever I was wearing a skirt or a revealing top my boss, old Mr. Glover, kept calling me into his office for the dumbest reasons. Even the nerdy delivery boy whenever I wore a skirt, pretend to drop his pen and I realized that he was trying to look up my skirt.

In an effort to protect myself I became prude, for fear of sending the wrong signals. I began to dress conservatively at work, trying my best to minimize my figure and not give any of these guys something to look at. Even with that, I still had people staring at my breasts instead of my eyes when they talked to me. I then came to the conclusion that men have sex on their minds 24 hours per day.

But I guess I wasn’t much better. Sex was on my mind frequently, more often than it used to be. Sex with my husband was as good as usual but still, something was missing. I had so much sexual energy pent up inside me, that love making with my husband wasn’t enough for me. I had to do something about this constant state of arousal and protect myself from doing something stupid. A new problem requires an efficient solution. To release my sexual tension I turned to masturbation. Almost every morning after my husband left for work, I was masturbating in the shower.
                

I thought it was a good idea to release my sexual tension before going out to the world of sexually starving men. A new solution sometimes creates a new problem. During my masturbation, I was thinking of my husband and every erotic moment I could recall. However this started to fade quickly, so I used my imagination and began to fantasize doing all kind of things with him. I was picturing kinky stuff, such as sex at his office or in the toilets of a fancy restaurant. My imagination grew wild and I was constantly building new scenarios into my head. I even found myself daydreaming at work, creating new fantasies. I made up all kind of naughty situations, sex in our car, at the park, fingering me to orgasm in a movie theater, then in an adult movie theater. 

It’s funny how the mind works and how one thought leads to another. When my ideas dried up, the inevitable happened. I was having the “fingering in an adult movie theater” fantasy and I guess it went like this: he is fingering me in a public place, what if he will eat my pussy in this adult theater, yes he is eating my pussy in a public place, he is eating my pussy while I am watching a porn movie. At that point, my husband's face disappeared and suddenly was replaced by Mr. Alex’s face. The scenery changed and I was back at Mr. Alex’s house lying on the sofa, watching porn while he was eating my pussy. “Noooo,” I moaned but he wasn’t stopping, my mind wasn’t stopping, my hand wasn’t stopping. In a split second it wasn’t a fantasy anymore it was a memory. I began reliving vividly everything that happened. I tried hard to think of my husband instead but in vain. The dirty thought, although unwanted and shocking, was intoxicating and was pushing me over the edge. I rubbed my clit harder and faster. Thinking of this dirty old man taking me on the table, I had the most intense orgasm since that incident happened.
               

“Oh no you don’t” I thought when I calmed down.

“You will not play with my head, you ruined my life enough already,” I spoke out loud as if Mr. Alex was standing in front of me.

I was back to ground zero; a new problem requires an efficient solution. I decided to stop masturbating and try to spice up my sex life with my husband. Of course, I didn’t dare to ask him going out and have sex in a public place, as we did in my fantasies. I knew I would chicken out before he did. Instead, I tried to be more teasing and provocative. I wore sexier lingerie, I was getting more slutty in bed, nothing really extreme. But it was an improvement and we both liked it. Once I even danced for him as seductively as I could.
           

I turned him on so much, he couldn’t control himself and he took me on the table. That was the best sex I ever had with Nick. I was happy that my plan was working. I managed to turn our love making into sex, pure lust, and fucking. I was feeling fulfilled and proud of myself for what I had accomplished.

A couple of months later on a Friday afternoon, we decided to go to the local bar to have a drink and relax. On the way there, we stopped at a fast-food restaurant to get a bite to eat. We were chit chatting when I noticed a guy sitting alone and staring intensely towards me. In fact, he was looking below our table. He was Asian, maybe forty or fifty years old and quite well dressed. I was wearing a knee-length skirt, but as I was sitting casually, I became aware that my legs were slightly apart, giving him the opportunity to look up my skirt.

            

In an instant, I felt uncomfortable as I wondered how much he could see, so I crossed my legs to prevent him from having visual access to my privates. Then he looked up, directly into my eyes and smiled a disturbing smile. I was surprised and a bit angry that he made no effort to hide what he did. A moment later, he turned his gaze to my legs again, like nothing really happened.

“Why men stare at women? Are you all voyeurs?” I asked my husband trying to hide my annoyance.

“Because women are exhibitionists!” Nick replied and we both laughed out loud.

“Seriously now, why?” I insisted, “what is the motive? What is the gain?”

“It’s written in our DNA, you know...”

“Fair enough reason... I suppose... What about the gain? ”

“Oh, you can not imagine!”

“You see a cleavage, so what?”

“If it is a cleavage like yours, then the gain is priceless!”

We both laughed at last comment and I got the opportunity to look over at my voyeur. He was still plainly looking at my legs. Having this discussion with Nick, somehow made me feel less uncomfortable with my voyeur. Feeling naughty and, I have to admit, getting a little turned on by the conversation, I turned my body towards my voyeur. I still had my legs crossed so he couldn’t see much, but it felt strangely nice to tease this pervert.
              

“So, you like to look and stare at what you can’t have, aren't you?” It seemed as my question was addressed to both of them

“Oh boy, do we like!” Nick replied and at the same time, the voyeur nodded in agreement.

“Will it be a great turn on for you, if a woman flash you deliberately?” I asked and sneakily looked at the voyeur’s way to see if he kept reading my lips; yes he was.

“Are you kidding me? It will give me a tremendous hard on instantly,” Nick replied as the stranger nodded again in agreement, having the most lustful look I have ever seen in a man’s face.

An unforeseen sexual excitement began to build up inside me. I pressed my thighs tightly together and rubbed them, catching myself applying pressure to the tingle that had awakened unexpectedly. At the same time the voyeur, looking straight into my eyes, lifted up his handkerchief and - as deliberately as it could be - let it fall to the ground.
               

“Will you be bold enough to provoke her to show you more?” I asked as my clit was being caressed by my very own swollen outer lips.

“I don’t know... maybe...” Nick replied while the voyeur began to slowly bent over to pick up his handkerchief, looking lustfully right at my legs.

As an unexpected shiver washed over me, I felt more turned on than I would ever have thought possible by the situation. Shivering a little I uncrossed my legs. Then, I slowly spread them apart, and breathing heavily I allowed this total stranger to take a good look up my skirt to my panties.
               

I felt my juices leak out of my pussy and soak the front of my panties, as his eyes zoomed in on my private areas. Μy knees felt weak and trembling from the intense feeling of arousal I'd gotten. He slowly raised himself up while I crossed my legs again and applied pressure to my throbbing pussy. I desperately needed to cum, I needed a release, I needed to be eaten in the worst way, I needed to do unspeakable things. Then the voyeur shocked me to the core. He got up and motioned me to follow as he headed for the bathroom. It was a repugnant invitation that at the same time I was finding hard to decline.

“Would you want to do more than watching her?” I asked Nick

“Absolutely yes, no question at all...” he replied and I prepared to stand up and head for the bathroom.

“... if I wasn't married to you,” Nick continued and I remained motionless in my seat, as his reply brought me back to my senses.

The voyeur looked back at me, just before opening the bathroom doors.

“I guess you ‘ll have to masturbate, cause this will never happen,” I said in an irritated tone of voice, and I’m sure the voyeur read my lips because I saw a mix of disappointment and anger in his face.

“I love it when you are jealous!” Nick said and laughed.

I pretended to laugh too, I was instantly lost in my thoughts, feeling embarrassed about what I let happen and concerned about what I almost did. Since we had finished eating, I suggested we should go. We got up and decided to walk to the bar considering that it was located just two blocks away. As we were leaving I turned my head towards the bathroom and I saw the voyeur coming out. I could clearly read his lips as he murmured “fucking cock-teaser”. I turned my head straight forward, but I could feel his eyes following me as I walked out. I hated him, and I hated myself for losing control.

At the bar, I drank the first drink fast. I'm not much of a drinker, quite the contrary, but I needed alcohol to calm my nerves. Indeed it helped me to convince myself that this incident was just a parenthesis. After all, things didn’t get out of hand. It was just a game, a silly tease, some harmless fun. Even if I had followed the voyeur in the bathroom, I’m sure the reality would have hit me, stopping me from doing something more stupid. The second drink made me loose and erased my feelings of guilt. However, what remained unaffected was the fact that I was still very horny. I teased my husband about what I was planning to do to him later and he was turned on big time.

Nick confessed that he was enjoying the fact that our sex life moved to a better level recently. He made me smile when he said that it had never been better. Another drink later we left the bar and walked to our car. We were both tipsy and horny as hell. Nick must have been more drunk than I thought because he reached his hand down and rubbed my ass as we walked.

“Let’s check out this place,” he said suddenly as he almost dragged me across the street.

“Where... What?” I asked puzzled and then I was stunned to see that he was guiding me to an adult theater. “No way,” I said and laughed nervously “are you crazy?”

“Maybe I am... tonight,” he replied

“I guess this your favorite movie, you pervert...” I joked

“Hm, let me see, Italian porn, yes... yes it’s my favorite, and we are going to watch it!” he said

“OK, I’ll do you the favor,” I said thinking that he will chicken out.

We walked to the entrance and I was expecting him to stop and turn around. But he was determined to go all the way. As we entered the theater, I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Are you crazy?" I asked him.

"Why? You told me that you will do me the favor," he replied.

“I thought you would chicken out,” I said

“I guess I’m bolder than you know,” he laughed

We sat at the back of the theater, a few rows lower than the last one. The place was almost empty, I saw about ten or twelve people inside. As we took our seats, I noticed a few heads turned to check us out. I felt uncomfortable yet so incredibly turned on. After all, I was drunk, horny, and living out my fantasy of being in an adult theater with my husband. I decided to make the most of it and put my hand on his crotch, feeling his hard cock through his pants. He looked at my puzzled and I smiled.

“I guess I’m bold too,” I said

I surprised him further when I undid his zip and fished out his cock. My fingers wrapped around him, and I began to stroke his cock in long pulls.
                

I thought that maybe he wasn’t ready for this but then I felt his hand on my knee. That was all the encouragement I needed. I continued to stroke his cock while his hand started to stroke up and down my leg. His cock grew hard in an instant, and I felt his hand moving up and down my thigh. My pussy was on fire and I badly needed to be touched. But his hand went as high as the hem of my dress and then moved down to my knee. “Not too bold after all,” I thought as he repeated the same routine.

We were both focused on the movie looking straight ahead, as I kept stroking him slowly and teasingly. Suddenly, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head slightly and I saw a man sitting in our row just a few seats away from us. In the semi-darkness, I could only tell that he was in his mid-forties. I quickly looked away, but he had definitely noticed me looking. His stare made me feel uneasy, I could tell his eyes were looking over my body, and he didn't seem to care that I noticed. I was bothered and fairly embarrassed to have a stranger sitting so close to us while we were making out but I opted to ignore him completely. I kept stroking Nick’s cock, I was afraid if I stopped I would ruin his fantasy.

Not long after I heard a moan, and I instinctively glanced over to my left, where the stranger was sitting. I was shocked to see that his pants were open and he was jerking himself off, his eyes on me and Nick instead of the screen. I couldn't help but look, his cock seemed to be fully erect as he pumped his hand slowly. Though I stared at his cock longer than I should, something told me that his eyes never left my face. I lifted my head up slowly, and when our eyes met he smiled at me. Incredulous at his effrontery, I turned my head straight forward and focused my eyes on the movie screen.
              

Nick was oblivious to the intruder of our privacy. He had his eyes closed now, and arched his back as I continued to stroke his cock. I noticed him breathing heavier so I tightening my grip and increased my pace. He was moaning silently and his hips were thrusting against my hand. At the same time, I heard the stranger moaning silently too. Curiosity or reflex, I tried to glance to the left without moving my head from facing the screen. From my peripheral vision, I could tell he was still staring at me.

I firstly stared at his lap and watched him unashamedly jacking off hard and fast, and I thought he must be getting close. I pulled my eyes upwards to his face and in the process, I must have turned my head slightly to his side. From the grin on his face, I knew he knew that I was looking at him. He insolently nodded his head at me and made a motion pointing at his crotch. I felt stupid that he caught me and quickly as well as nervously I looked back at the screen.

Nick, still unaware of the stranger, began to make the familiar sounds that I recognized as a signal of his orgasm. I knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold it any longer. In just a few more seconds his dick erupted in four, five spurts of warm, heavy white cream. I watched mesmerized as he shot out so hard that his cum landed all over his clothes. I kept slowly sliding my hand up and down his pulsing cock. I leaned over and kissed him hard and passionately.

“That was fantastic... fucking awesome,” he said as we broke the kiss.

I kissed him again so pleased with myself, happy that I made him cum so hard. His sperm was still dripping over my hand and between my fingers.

“I can’t believe we did that,” I told him softly

“You are amazing,” Nick replied, “look at this mess. I've never seen so... so much...”

“You better go to the men’s room and clean up,” I suggested.

“I guess you are right,” Nick laughed and stood up.

I watched him walking until he reached the toilets and then I turned my head to the screen. At the same moment, I heard the creaking of the seat to my left. The truth is that I had forgotten the stranger. I glanced at his direction and watched him walking away. But when he reached the aisle, he stopped and looked me in the eyes. He looked at me lustfully and, I admit, I looked at him longer than I should, but only to see what he was going to do. Then he turned and started walking towards me, in the row behind me.

I quickly looked away, but I was sure that a scared look took over my face, as I heard his footsteps approach from behind me. I was chilled to the bone with fear and my hands clutched the arms of the seat in a death grip. The next thing I knew, he was right behind me. I felt his hand tap my shoulder and I was almost paralyzed with fright. I looked over at the stranger and my eyes grew wide seeing him holding his dick just behind my head. I couldn't believe his audacity, I gasped in shock, not knowing how to react. I sat there dumbfounded by this guy's arrogance. I knew I should have got up and run away or scream or do any other reasonable thing. But I didn't do anything, I just sat there. Before I had time to oppose or think rationally, he left me astonished as I felt his cock on my cheek and my neck.
               

For some unknown reason, I physically can't bring myself to move. I was frozen in fear, paralyzed, my mind was telling me to fight, to run, to get the hell out of there but my body wasn't listening. My brain was on overload. In the instant his cock touched me, I had a million thoughts. What the hell is happening? Who the fuck does he think he is? What does he think I am? What does he expect me to do? Suck his cock? What would it feel like in my mouth? What the hell, why am I thinking that? In the same second that my brain processed these thoughts, he placed his hand on my cheek and turned my head towards his cock. Then he moved forward and rubbed his dick against my closed lips. I didn't even fight back. How did this happen, I can’t possibly explain to you.

“Oh my... he does want me to suck it,” I thought and goose bumps came across my body.

He held his dick at the entrance of my mouth. My lips quivered at the thought of allowing his cock pass through them. My pussy convulsed at the depraved thought. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter. It wasn't the man behind me that aroused me, it was the pure filthiness. He softly brushed the head of his cock over my closed lips sliding himself backward and forward. I breathed in the scent of his cock and I was surprised at how arousing it was. Immediately I felt moist between my legs as my wetness flowed and I began to tremble. As if in slow motion, I let my lips part faintly and my tongue poked out slightly. He gave a small moan as his cock pierced my lips. Reluctantly and slowly I licked the head of his cock, savoring the taste of his precum before my mouth was sealed shut again.
              

I wanted to protest but I also wanted to taste more of that cock. Nothing mattered anymore. I wanted it in my mouth. I couldn't deny it. It was simply overpowering. I was out of my mind with lust.

“Nick, come out and save me before I... before I...” I thought as my tongue licked my lips, wetting them and tasting his precum again.

Some part of me understood the inevitability of sucking his cock but another part of me still was not ready to accept it. This man was going to stuff his cock into my mouth, right there in an adult movie theater, whether I consent or not.

I gulped down and then I did it. I voluntarily brought my lips level with his cock head. It seemed almost natural to move my head forward the last inches, it seemed perfectly natural to kiss the head of the man’s cock. It was pulsating as I stuck my tongue out and flicked it back and forth across the slit. I could taste his precum once again on my tongue. My mind screamed to stop but I didn't listen. I just didn't care, I only wanted to be used. My body seemingly had taken control over my mind. And then it happened. Like a dirty slut, I did it. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and leaning my face towards his groin, I took his dick deep in my mouth.
             

As the cock entered my mouth, I wrapped my lips around it. My tongue rolled around the tip while it was inside my mouth and his salty taste soaked my tongue. I moved my head back and forth along his hard cock, sliding it between my lips deep into my mouth. He moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. He didn't force me down, he just followed my bobbing rhythm as I sucked his cock.

He moaned harder as I tightened my lips against the skin of the lower part of his cock. That moan really triggered my sexual excitement. I found myself getting more and more turned on by sucking this stranger's cock. Something about the lewdness of the situation made my pussy cream with pleasure. This man was moaning because of what I was doing to him. He loved how my mouth felt around his cock. I tightened my lips and made a sucking motion as I bobbed my head back and forth. The stranger moaned again. A sudden pride washed over me knowing that he was moaning because of my mouth.

I continued to suck him off, wanting to make him moan more. Taking his stiff cock as much as I could in my mouth, I felt the head of his cock push deep inside my mouth towards the back of my throat. I worked my mouth all the way down to the base of his shaft and then all the way up to his cock head, circling and twirling my tongue on it.
               

My pussy was on fire, I felt the moisture saturating my panties. I squeezed my thighs together in synchronize with my bobbing head, stimulating my clit with each move. I could feel my juices leaking out of my drooling pussy as the wickedness of the situation overtook me.

Suddenly he reached down with his left hand and grabbed my head, stopping it in its place. He pushed me back as his pulsing cock slid out of my mouth. With my head held still, he began stroking his cock right in front of me. He probably was aware that he didn't have much time and wanted to grab the opportunity and cum in my mouth. Realizing what was coming, I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out in anticipation. My own arousal became too much for me to control myself. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, I wanted to feel it jerk inside my mouth. I wanted his cum, I couldn't believe it, but I wanted to swallow this man's seed. He jerked off furiously as his cock aimed at my open mouth.
          

I could feel his cum start to leak out over my tongue and I was so turned on and wet, that I had a small orgasm without touching myself. I felt him tense up and I knew that what we both needed was about to happen. I circled my tongue seductively around his cock head and as I did so he groaned, then moaned, and then the thickest rope of cum squirted out of the tip, coating my tongue. The next one, shot upwards with force, hitting the back of my throat.
               

For a few seconds, it seemed like it would never stop. Almost like a machine gun, thick streams of creamy loads continued to shoot out from his cock. It was warm and hot and I savored the flavor, rolling it under my tongue and feeling its stickiness. One or two missed my open mouth and landed on my cheek. I wriggled my tongue along the underside of his cock, tickling the thick bundle of veins just below the crown of his cock head, as huge loads of cum continued to shoot out and splattered inside in my mouth in quick succession.
                

When he finished shooting, I took his cock back in my mouth to suck out any remaining drop. I lapped my tongue across the sensitive tip of his cock, and then put my mouth around it, squeezing the last drops of cum from his softening tool. He gave his semi-hard cock a long slow stroke to eject the last bit of semen onto my tongue and I opened my mouth obediently waiting for another drop. Then I rolled my tongue over the head of his cock and licked the underside with long slow sideways movements of my tongue. I teased his cock for a few more moments like a greedy slut. I licked the head clean and gave it one last suck before it was pulled from my mouth.
                  

The stranger put his cock back in his pants and hurriedly left. As the heat of the moment died, the guilt was instant and enormous. Did I just let a man I knew nothing of, to impale my mouth with his cock? As the ecstasy faded, panic took over immediately. I felt his semen running down my cheek and I I quickly wiped it with the back of my hand and smeared it over the seat next to me. That left a lot of cum still on my hand and I pulled my skirt up and wiped it off on the inside.

Then I looked around to see if anyone noticed what I ‘ve done. Thankfully they were all focused on the movie. And even more thankfully, my husband was still in the restroom. In fact, I then realized that this incident lasted no more than three to four minutes. Everything happened really quickly, but I lived it in slow motion. I still remember like a frame by frame movie, every thrust of his cock, every bob of my head, every lapping of my tongue, every shot of cum that landed in my mouth.

I was so ashamed of myself. What the hell was I thinking? Just an hour ago I would have never thought I would be connected to this man, and just five minutes ago my lips were wrapped around his cock. I didn’t even know what he looked like. It was odd to realize that if he ever walk past me I would not recognize him. The annoying noise of the restroom door as it opened and closed broke my thoughts. I saw Nick walking towards me with a big smile of satisfaction on his face. I felt horrible for what I had just done. I betrayed my husband again. How had I done this to him? I couldn't understand how my mind and body were betraying me while my heart remained true to Nick.

End of Part 3

Part 4  at: https://reluc-wives-stories.blogspot.com/2017/12/anny-part-4-illustrated-animated-gif.html