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young man, my vision became blurred in
the extreme. I had no choice, I desperately needed sperm! I had to
commit adultery.
    "What's your
name?" I asked, pushing him back on the grass and fumbling to pull
his zip down.
    "Er... Geoff,"
he replied, resting on his elbows and gazing in disbelief at my
hand tugging at his trousers.
    "It's your
lucky day, Geoff. Would you like me to make you come?" I asked
stupidly, my face flushing with embarrassment as I slipped my hand
into his trousers and clutched his warm flaccid penis.
    Reclining on
the grass, he didn't answer. He must have thought me a
nymphomaniac, a tart, but I'd reached such a state of panic I'd
have done anything in return for a fix. His penis grew in my hand
as I pulled it out of his trousers. Stiff, hard in youth, it wasn't
as big as Tony's - but it was a penis with a supply of sperm.
    Shame and
guilt suddenly engulfing me, I had a change of mind and released
his penis. I couldn't do it, I couldn't commit adultery, destroy my
marriage. He looked up at me, puzzlement reflected in his dark eyes
as I licked my dry lips. I was so near and yet so far. Quivering,
my breathing shallow, I knew that I had to push myself over the
threshold, through the barrier of my guilt and embarrassment.
    My hand trembling as I reached out and grabbed his penis
again, my heart palpitating, I could barely breathe. Just this once , I pledged,
massaging his shaft, moving his foreskin back and forth over his
bulbous plum. Just this once and then... and then what? What would
I do the next time I craved sperm? In a couple of days when the
effect had worn off and I was climbing the walls in my desperate
craving, what would I do? Live for the moment, I decided. Bridges
to be crossed would be crossed when I reached them.
    Pulling his
foreskin back and leaning over, I sucked his glans into my thirsty
mouth. Gasping, he clutched my head, thrusting his penis in and out
of my mouth as if it was the first time he'd ever experienced oral
sex. Perhaps it was? I mused as he began to groan.
    I could
arrange to see him again, I thought, desperate for him to come. See
him every day and... Tony, poor Tony. What was I doing? I wondered
as the young man gasped and came, his beautiful sperm bathing my
tongue, filling my cheeks. Drinking from his jetting glans,
swallowing hard, I imagined that the calming effect was immediate.
Already, I felt better, although it couldn't have worked that
quickly. Psychological, I mused, swallowing the last of his sperm
as it pumped over my tongue.
    Slipping his
penis out of my mouth and licking the droplets of opaque liquid
from his swollen plum, I sat upright, my face burning with
embarrassment. Tugging his zip up, he frowned at me, probably
wondering what sort of woman I was as he leaped to his feet.
    "I must be
going," he said, barely looking at me as he wandered off. He seemed
frightened.
    "Come again!"
I called, suddenly realizing the ridiculous pun.
    It had been
quick, clean, effective. Already, I was beginning to experience
calm, peace, as I reclined on the grass and licked my salty lips. I
thanked God for my fix as my heart slowed and my hands stilled - I
also asked for forgiveness!
    The stark
reality of what I'd done suddenly hit me. I'd broken my marriage
vows, been unfaithful, behaved as a common whore. Once was bad
enough, but to suck sperm from the young man's penis every two
days... He'd be back, I knew. But would I? Would I be strong enough
to fight the craving and keep away? Temptation, addiction -
adultery. Sweet was my fix but sour the sacrifice.
    But it wasn't
adultery, I reflected stupidly. Adultery. I'd not given my vagina,
opened my vagina to another man's penis. I'd not allowed another
man to fuck me. Fuck, a strange word. I pondered on the word,
wondering where it came from. Fuck. I'd not allowed another man to
fuck me. I'd given my mouth, yes, but not... I was kidding myself,
it was the same! He'd fucked my mouth, come in my mouth. There was
no difference!