Adultery Nights at the Gas Station by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Troy."


"Hmmm?"

"Can we go near the gas station for a while first?"

"Why do you wanna go to the gas station? Jill sees you in my t-shirt and me shirtless, she's gonna put two and two together and..."

"Not to the gas station. Near the gas station. Where you and Jill... you know..." I said, and blushed like a bride on her wedding night.

"Hmmm." Troy said.

Ten minutes later, we were standing in the clearing, facing each other. It was dark. There was no moon. And yet, it seemed like there was a magical glow all around us. Troy took off his jeans and underwear and got fully naked. I took off his t-shirt that I was wearing, and got naked. And it started.

It was as different from the experience with Floyd, as their appearances were. With Troy it was unhurried, but intense and passionate. He started off by making me lay down on the grass and went down on me, making me cum in a matter of minutes. Then I sucked his huge dick, which I could barely fit in my mouth. I gagged and I occasionally choked, but I enjoyed giving that blowjob better than any I ever had.

And finally, the actual act. Me on my knees, my hands holding on to the tree for support, his big hands grabbing my waist as Troy entered me slowly but firmly, the width of his dick stretching my cunt walls to the fullest. He was gentle at first, then got more and more rough. And hit all the right spots in me. He varied his pace as if he could read what my body wanted next. That fucking was intensely perfect, not just for what was morally wrong about it, but also for what was physically and technically right about it. To put it simply, Troy could fucking fuck!

Ten minutes passed by when I felt something I had never felt before. Arising from a place nothing had arisen before. And it took me a while to realize what it was. It was that white rabbit, that pink unicorn that I thought was a myth. That was an orgasm, coming at me like an unknown armada attacking a coast. It shook me, it convulsed me, and it made me believe in a creator. When it swept over me, I was about ready to go limp, but Troy was still going strong, still fucking me. And I moaned, in exhaustion and pleasure, as spread my legs wider and he hammered my cunt harder. And he went on and on.

We could have gone at it all night. But there wasn't time. I did not swallow Troy's cum. I took it inside me. All of it. And I lay there on the grass and twigs in the darkness, catching my breath as his cum oozed out of my cunt. Troy put on his pants, and stood next to me, smoking, and staring at my naked and breathless body. He took a few puffs and then finally bent down, got on his knees and kissed me. Like even he had never kissed me before. With the carefree abandon and the raw intensity that goes beyond just a workplace fuck or a one night stand.

And it wasn't Pareshbhai stripping me naked and mauling my body, or my accidentally killing him, or my letting a scrawny teenager be the first apart from my husband to fuck me, or even the fuck of the century that Troy just gave me that did it. It was the kiss that did it. That well and truly drove home the point that something inside me had changed. Changed forever. And life would never be the same again.

As Troy drove me back home, we both were silent. Not a word. I was ,.ng the changes that this night would bring. And before we knew it, he pulled up in front of where I lived.

"I'll come with you to take my shirt back." he said.

"I can't have you in the house." I said, and before he could say anything, added, "I am just scared that if I walk into the house with you, I will end up having sex with you. On the bed where my husband and I make love. On the couch where we watch TV. On the kitchen table where we eat dinner. I don't know if I can let that happen yet."

"Okay." Troy slowly said. "But I need my t-shirt. Can't go back to the gas station shirtless. Jill is bound to..."

He stopped midsentence as he saw me pull the t-short off and hand it to him. Fully naked in his car, I leaned, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you, Troy. Thank you for everything." I said.

He watched dumbfounded, as I picked up my purse, opened the car door, and stepped out, completely naked, except for my footwear. I could feel his eyes boring into my ass as I walked, without any concern of whether any neighbor was watching, up to my house, and let myself in.

Still naked, I walked into the bathroom. Turned on the shower to almost scalding hot. And sat under it, legs folded, as the water washed over me. Washing away something. Or maybe everything.

THE END

P.S. Hope you liked the slightly more risque and gory nature of this story. If enough people like it, and I get good feedback, I will write a sequel series to it. With Savitri sliding further into self-discovery and debauchery.