All Chapters of Satisfying Her Lust {steamy short stories}: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 1I’m Claire, my husband is Roger. We were about ten years into our marriage when we were on vacation in Quebec, Canada. We drove up through the Finger Lakes Region of New York, visited Montreal and Ottawa and then spent a couple of days in Quebec City. Roger is an avid fisherman and had scheduled a day to try his luck in one of the northern lakes. I have gone with him once or twice, but I find fishing incredibly boring. I can catch the nicest salmon in about five minutes in the supermarket. But it’s good for him to get away and relax. He has a stressful job. It gives me some time alone too so I can do some of the things that only I like to do.Roger had booked the fishing trip up into the sparsely inhabited forest to the north. He left before dawn and would be back late that night. I planned to sightsee around the city and look at some shops, have a nice lunch and relax.I was in the downtown area of Quebec City and visited a number of shops. I was just browsing, looking at a

Chapter 3 We took a shower together. We soaped each other’s bodies and we made sure the other’s genitals were completely clean. We dried, but didn’t dress. My clothes had been finished in the dryer hours ago.We went back to the bedroom. As we laid side-by-side under the covers, I asked him, “Do you do this often? Pick-up married women and screw them.”He said, “I prefer the term ‘make love’ rather than vulgar terms like screw or fuck.”I laughed and said, “Well, I’m sorry about the language, you fucked me. There was love-making, but you fucked me.”He laughed and answered my question. “Actually, it’s my favorite thing in the world. To get a married woman in my bed is a particularly rewarding challenge. There’s nothing like it.”He went on, “It’s thrilling for me from two perspectives.”“What are they?”“I enjoy the love-making. For me, it is really a tremendous accomplishment to make a woman come, to get her to let loose of all her inhibitions, to overcome all the things she’s been

Chapter 5While I was concentrating on fucking him, he was half-way watching the movie.“You like watching, don’t you?”He said, “I do. Men like to watch and women like to be watched.”“Do you wanna watch me?”“What would you do?”“Whatever you want me to do? What makes you hot?”I knew what type of stories he liked but it was very erotic to hear him say things he imagined me doing.“Maybe I’d like to watch you suck someone’s cock. Would you do that?”“Sure, for you. Do you have anyone in mind?”He said, “Maybe a stranger.”“Someone I’d never met before? Maybe I wouldn’t even know his name. I suck his dick and you could watch. Would he come in my mouth?”“Yes. I’d like to see that.”I continued, “Would you like to see some strangers fuck me?”I could tell what his answer was by the way he pushed his dick up into my vagina.“Yeah, that would be hot.”“Want him to come inside me?”“Would you want him to?”I said, “Only if you wanted it. Would you like to see some other man’s cum drippin

Chapter 2 slipped the envelope under Jake and Derek’s door, hoping no one saw me do it. During the entire six-mile drive to work, which took a solid forty-three minutes in Los Angeles traffic, emotions tumbled around in my head.I couldn’t believe I actually wrote down three fantasies. I couldn’t believe I shared them with Jake and Derek. God, what were they going to think when they saw them? What were they going to do? What would my landlord think when a bunch of random people started visiting my apartment, and the oh-so-obvious sounds of wild sex could be heard through the walls?I almost rear-ended the car in front of me twice.And yet I was so, so very wet.After work, I all but tip-toed back to my apartment. I just couldn’t face Jake and Derek after what I was beginning to think of as The Envelope Incident.Relieved to go undetected, I locked the apartment’s deadbolt and headed to the kitchen for a glanus of water. My cell phone chimed its three-tone notice of a new text message

Chapter 4 “God, that feels good,” I said, and shifted so his mouth could latch on the left one. I caught myself grinding my crotch against his chest, and knew it was time for more. I crawled up his body, grasped the headboard with my hands, and lowered my pussy to his lips. “Eat me,” I commanded, and his tongue slipped into the open crotch of my teddy. I held myself still, barely breathing, as his tongue stroked my clit, my lips, then delved into my wet hole. He licked and sucked until my thighs started to shake and I convulsed around his face. Gasping for air, I turned myself around. “I want to suck your cock,” I told him, and he moaned. “But you can’t stop eating me out,” I said, positioning my pussy over his face. “If you stop, I stop.” I swirled my tongue over his head, spreading his salty pre-gladly over the velvet tip and around the ridge. Man Number Three bucked his hips and pressed his tongue into my pussy. “Good man,” I murmured, as I licked up and down the f