Lust Call by Ray Gordon

was bringing me, my imminent orgasm. No one would ever discover my adultery, I mused as my vaginal muscles tightened around his thrusting fingers. I wouldn’t even tell Susie of my adulterous act. I could get away with it, I thought. Derek was a neighbour, so no one would think it odd if he came to my house now and then. Besides, he was an old man, so no one would ever suspect that we were having sex.
    Lost in my arousal, I didn’t realise what Derek was doing as he moved about. He slipped his fingers out of my hot pussy and, before I could open my eyes, he rammed the entire length of his huge cock deep into my sex-drenched cunt and impaled me fully on his solid organ. Staring at the outer lips of my vagina stretched tautly around the broad base of his cock, my clitoris forced out from its pink hood, I let out a gasp. I’d not wanted this, I thought apprehensively as he withdrew slowly and then rammed into me. This was adultery, full-blown adultery . . .
    â€˜All right?’ he whispered, holding my hips as he fucked me.
    â€˜Derek, no . . .’ I breathed, watching his pussy-slimed cock gliding in and out of my spasming vagina. ‘Derek, I . . .’
    â€˜Just relax,’ he said softly. ‘Relax and let yourself go.’
    I didn’t think that I’d be able to relax but, as my orgasm approached and his cock swelled, I found that I was drifting and swirling in clouds of lust. He was breathing heavily, letting out gasps with each thrust of his beautiful cock, and I knew that he was about to fill my hot vagina with spunk. There was no holding back, I had no thoughts about Dave or adultery . . . My eyes closed, my head lolling from side to side, I dug my fingernails into the sofa cushion and arched my back as my pleasure came.
    My clitoris exploding in orgasm, I could feel his creamy sperm pumping deep into my contracting vagina as he fucked me. It had been years since I’d felt this way, since I’d been fucked properly, and I knew that I’d be seeing Derek regularly as his swinging balls battered my naked buttocks and his orgasming knob pummelled my ripe cervix. Adultery, lies, deceit . . . In the grip of a beautiful orgasm, such words meant nothing to me. My thoughts centred on my clitoris, my cunt, Derek’s rock-hard cock . . . I couldn’t live without real sex. I couldn’t survive without regular orgasms. Could I survive without Dave?
    Derek finally slowed his fucking-rhythm as his sperm-flow ceased and his cock began to deflate. I could hear the squelching of our orgasmic juices, our heavy breathing and gasping in the wake of our illicit fucking. Sperm running down between the rounded cheeks of my naked buttocks, my clitoris retreating beneath its pink hood, I lay quivering on the sofa in the aftermath of my illicit pleasure. I’d done it, I thought as the last ripples of sex left my clitoris and rippled throughout my trembling body. I’d been fucked by another man. I’d committed adultery.
    The phone rang as Derek slipped his cock out of my sperm-flooded vagina and pulled his trousers up. He rose to his feet, his eyes darting between the phone and me, then he took my hand and pulled me up from the sofa. I couldn’t answer the phone with him there. With a cocktail of sperm and girl-cream running down my inner thighs, my hands trembling, my breathing unsteady, I couldn’t speak to my husband.
    â€˜Was that all right?’ Derek asked as the phone stopped ringing.
    â€˜Yes,’ I replied softly. ‘Derek, I can’t do this . . .’
    â€˜Don’t say anything,’ he interrupted me. ‘I know what you want to say, but don’t say it. Live for the moment, Sarah. Don’t start thinking and evaluating and . . . Live for the moment, OK?’
    â€˜Yes, OK.’
    â€˜I’ll go now. That was probably your husband and I’m sure that he’ll ring again, so I’ll go now.’
    â€˜Thank you,’ I said