Reality or Fantasy

'Remember me, big boy?' she purred.

She was wearing a blond wig, so long and curly it cascaded down to her horny arse. She flashed her dark black eyelashes at me, red lips pouting as her hot breath fanned my neck.

'Yeah, Sarah, right?'

'Wrong! Never call me that again. I'm not your wife,' she said, slapping my arm. 'It's Mary and you know it.'

Oh, okay, I thought. I'd play along with her.

'So, Mary, how did you find out where I live?' I asked, my hands roaming over her body, which was clad in a slinky teddy, stockings and stilettos.

'Wasn't hard to find, just like your cock,' she said.

'Hey, not so hard.' I slapped her hand away but she tugged at my belt, undoing my zipper and dropped to the floor. She yanked my trousers down and my cock sprung out-- straight into her mouth. She sucked greedily, slathering saliva over it before rising.

'I have a surprise for you,' she said, grabbing me by the knob and leading me into the kitchen.

The kitchen table was clear of food. She leaned over it, wiggling her arse at me. I'd always wanted to fuck in the kitchen, but she was always busy, or worrying about the neighbors seeing or the children catching us. I like this Mary, I thought as I dropped my pants and pulled her teddy away from her, exposing her pussy.

Leaning down I tongued her, lapping up at her juices; she was horny and ready.

'Come on big boy,' she purred, 'don't want your wife coming home and catching us; do you?'

It really was so much fun.

'Not at all,' I said, sinking my cock into her hot cunt.

Man, it felt so good. Looking down at her spread out on the table, it was easy to believe she was another woman. The blond hair, the sexy teddy, her arse, plump and inviting, beckoning me to spank it, something else she wasn't into-- but maybe Mary was.

So I thought, why not? We were role playing. If she liked it we could do it again. Spanking would add an extra feature, and right now I was hoping that Mary would be happy to oblige me.

I slapped at one cheek. She stiffened, then relaxed, realizing this was what I wanted to do. And as Mary she was very happy to participate. Another few smacks and her arse was red, raised welts livid on her white bottom. She squirmed beneath me and I pulled out, pulling her up to stand.

I must admit I was surprised but also quite thrilled once he began. Spanking was not something I thought I'd enjoy.

'So, you little slut,' I said, 'what else do you have planned for me?'

'Why don't you take off those clothes and I'll show you?'

Stripping off naked in the kitchen was liberating. Usually we were conservative but now, with Mary acting so aggressive, I was eager to see her naked. I didn't have long to wait.