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She didn't learn who the stranger was until she visited her mother who had a photo of the man when he was a teenager. (MF, inc, wife, preg) *** As I raised my glass to let the guy I was flirting with know that I was married, the very sexy man I'd seen when I first entered the hotel ballroom came over and whispered in my ear, "I've been watching you all evening, and I want you," before he threaded his way out of the crowded room. I smiled at the guy I'd been flirting with, then turned to follow the sexy red-haired man. I smiled at my husband before leaving the room, but I'm not sure he saw me. The redhead was waiting for me by the elevators. As we rode the elevator, I could feel my panties getting soaked. I'd started getting wet the moment I saw this man. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I wasn't sure if we'd ever met. I kept getting moister every time I noticed him looking at me throughout the evening. When he whispered "I want you" back in the ballroom, I could feel the spigot in my pussy open. I'd been married to Bob for five years since the mid- 1970s. He was very proud of my looks and always wanted to show me off. He'd even wanted me to fuck other men, but I limited myself to giving the guys I flirted with handjobs or blowjobs. I always told Bob everything about these encounters, and he always encouraged me to go further, but I hadn't yet. In the two or three months before the conference party in the hotel ballroom, I'd even stopped going out with guys to give them handjobs or blowjobs, as I'd gone off birth control because Bob and I were trying to start a family. He seemed a bit disappointed that I'd stopped going out with other guys, but his attempts to get me to continue flirting seemed half-hearted to me. So what was I doing in this elevator with this stranger? I don't know. He was certainly sexy with immense animal magnetism, which you might expect from salespeople at a salesmen's convention, but Mr. Red seemed to have more than most. He'd gotten my pussy wet just by looking at me, but I certainly hadn't planned on doing any more than just looking. Something about the way he approached me even though I was flirting with another guy, and then whispering "I want you" after I flashed my wedding ring set, snapped something inside of me. I wanted this confident man to be the father of my child. My pussy was positively squishy as I stepped off the elevator with Mr. Red. I think he started smelling me in the enclosed elevator, but I was even wetter now, so I think he could smell me as we walked down the hall to his room. I know I thought I smelled even stronger to myself in the hall. I knew I was going to get fucked, hopefully multiple times. I hoped his technique was good enough to get me off at least once, although I suspected that my own desires would help me orgasm. I was going to get fucked! While not a virgin when I married Bob, I wasn't really a party girl either. I was too afraid of catching some disease, and most guys didn't want to fuck using a condom. While I enjoyed flirting (I still do, 30 years later), I was looking for a serious relationship with someone I could marry. Having a reputation as a slut wouldn't catch me the kind of guy I wanted to marry. Bob was (and is) my ideal husband, and until that night, I'd been faithful (except for handjobs and blowjobs--Mr. Clinton, I sympathize) to him. Now I was going to get fucked for the first time since my marriage to someone other than my husband. By the time we reached his door, I could feel my wetness dripping down to my stocking tops as my panties overflowed with my juices. Once we were inside, Mr. Red kissed me and I kissed him back. He raised my skirt and pulled my soggy panties down while kissing me. He felt my pussy and knew I was ready. I stepped out of my panties and heard a zipper, then he pushed me against the wall while still kissing me, raised one of my legs, then pushed himself into me in one long stroke. God! He was a lot thicker and a lot longer than anyone else I'd ever fucked! I was coming even before he reached the end of my pussy. Feeling him lightly tap my cervix put me into a gigantic orgasm. I don't know how long I came, but when I finally became aware of my surroundings again, I noticed my blouse and bra were gone and Mr. Red was having his final spasms inside of me. That's not quite correct, as he came inside me at least twice more before I left his room. He pulled out and said, "Take off your skirt and get on the bed on your hands and knees. I want you again." When he said that, I realized we hadn't said anything to each other since he whispered "I want you" ages ago. As I did as he said, I said, "I hope you got me pregnant!" I'm not sure why I told him, but I noticed my words stiffened his cock. He said, "I like fucking a woman in all three holes before letting her go, but I'll forego one to have another shot at your tight pussy. Have you ever given a blowjob?" I nodded and he asked, "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" "No," I said softly. "Good," he said. "I like taking cherries. I'll go slow and easy and make it feel good for you. I promise." Then he pulled me to the edge of the bed and lined up his cock with my asshole. He scooped our combined juices out of my pussy and put some in my ass. He did it again, this time using two, then again with three fingers. He did it one more time, stretching my asshole. Then he put his cock in my pussy to coat it with more of our juices before pulling it out and putting it to my asshole. His fingers had widened me a bit, so he was able to get most of his cockhead in. He pulled out then back in again, each time getting a little deeper. After no more than four strokes, his cockhead was in my ass. He'd apply steady pressure to get in as far as he could, then start fucking to slowly loosen me up. He repeated this until I could feel him against my stomach. He was completely in me. Just the idea of getting fucked in the ass by an expert kept me from tightening and hurting myself. When he reached around and played with my clit while fucking my ass, he made me come. I was amazed. I was having an orgasm with a dick in my ass! The very thought made me come again. I stopped worrying about whether or not Mr. Red could me an orgasm. He didn't make me come as hard as I did when he fucked me standing against the wall, but all orgasms are good! At first, I'd said, "You're making me come!" when I came, but he fucked me so long, that I shortened my speeches to "Again!" and eventually to just "Ungh!" when I became wordless. I'm normally pretty articulate, but he was fucking me into incoherence. Eventually, he came in my ass. After he pulled out, he rolled me onto my back and turned me around so that he could put his cock in my mouth. "Clean me," he said. He'd fucked me so deep into submission that I willing took his shit-smeared cock into my mouth and cleaned him. I enjoyed it, too, but not the taste--just the idea of being his slave. I also swallowed when he pulled out. Anything to please him. He said, "You didn't have to do that, but I like it! Come on, get up! I need to wash my cock and you need to rinse out your mouth!" he said, laughing at me. I didn't mind. "Do you really want me to get you pregnant?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "Why?" "Your cock is much better than my husband's, and you're a much better lover. Also, there's something so strong and attractive about you that I want to pass on to my child," I replied. We were at the bathroom sink. "Well then, I don't want to get any bacteria in your pussy, so wash me clean and then rinse your mouth out," he said. "There's mouthwash here, if you want, or you can use water if you prefer," he said, pointing to the various items. Back in the bedroom, he said, "I've fucked you twice. Now I want to make love to you," and he did. He did it very well, too. I certainly felt a lot of love from him this time. He also gave me plenty more orgasms. I passed out for a moment, feeling him come inside me. When I awoke, he was smiling down at me. "Do you need to go back?" he asked. I looked at the clock and bolted upright. "Is that the time!? Oh my god! Bob's going to be worried! I have to go!" I got up and started dressing myself. I could see there were runs in my stockings, and they were crooked, but getting dressed and back to the ballroom was my first priority. Once dressed, I looked in the mirror and was shocked. My make-up clearly said that I'd been more than naughty. Rather than take the time to redo it, I cleaned it all off my face. Mr. Red said, "Man, you look good that way, too." I kissed him lightly and left. My already-soggy panties got soggier as Mr. Red's juices leaked out of both of my holes. The tops of my stockings were soaked by the time I reached the ballroom. There was still a small group of people there, including Bob. He smiled and came to me when he saw me. He looked at my face and knew something was wrong. He started sniffing and immediately knew what had happened, as he smelled not only my scent but also a male orgasmic scent wafting from the bottom of my skirt. He turned me around, looked back into the room and said, "I have to take care of my wife. I'll talk to you tomorrow," and led me back to the elevators. We were alone in the elevator, so I started telling him about my activities this evening, leaving nothing out, but afraid he'd be angry. Silly me! This was the sort of thing Bob had been encouraging me to do since shortly after our honeymoon! Bob got hard and was kissing me as the elevator doors opened to our floor. He had his hand up my skirt and under my dripping panties while walking down the hall to our room. In our room, Bob kissed me, pulled down my panties, unzipped himself, lifted one of my legs, and fucked me standing against the wall just as Mr. Red had. He took off my blouse and bra while we fucked, but I wasn't having orgasms so strong that I lost track of things this time. Bob did everything to me that Mr. Red did, so Bob was the second guy in my ass, but I made him wash his cock before letting him put it in my mouth or in my pussy again. Finally Bob was fucked-out. He smiled at me and asked, "So what was this guy's name?" "I don't know. He didn't say much, and I said even less. We never asked for each others' names," I replied. "Wow! Your first zipless fuck!" was Bob's reaction. "I hope you do it again!" If I did or not, I'm not telling. Epilogue Nine months later, I gave birth to a beautiful auburn- haired girl. About a month later, we took her to visit first Bob's parents and then my parents. It was while visiting Mom that I learned of Mr. Red's identity. I'd nursed the baby and gotten her to sleep, and Dad and Bob went out to do manly things (whatever they are). I was looking in Mom's Bible when I found an old photo of a teenager who looked an awful lot like a younger version of Mr. Red. When I went out to asked Mom about it, she turned bright red and then deathly pale. "Put that back!" she shouted. "Put it back now, young lady!" I put it back in her Bible. I asked, "Who was it?" "You don't need to know!" she replied sternly. "But, Mom..." "NO! I'm not going to tell you! You don't need to know!" Mom obviously didn't want me to know who this teenager was. I needed to know who the father of my daughter was. I said, "I think he's my baby's father! Who is he?" Mom was in shock. She said, "What?! NO! It can't be! This can't be happening!" "It IS happening. We barely exchanged ten sentences with the man, and we never exchanged names. Now who is he?" I demanded. "Oh God! I'll tell you. Does Bob know?" Mom asked, maybe to delay her day of reckoning. "Yes. I told Bob right after I left Mr. Red, which is what I've been calling him," I responded. "Bob didn't mind?!" Mom asked. "No, in fact Bob was thrilled I'd finally realized one of his fantasies and fucked another man. We did the same things Mr. Red and I did once we got back to our room. Now stop delaying, Mom! Who is Mr. Red!?" I demanded. In a small voice, as small as she could make it and still be audible, Mom said, "He's your father, your real father." Now I was in shock. Mom continued, "Have you never wondered why you have chestnut hair while both your dad and I have black hair? Have you never wondered why most of the kids your age in this neighborhood have reddish hair?" "I thought it was normal," I said meekly. "No, it's not. It's all because of..." and she said his name, his real name. Because I've read other stories here about this fellow by pskao, I'm going to use the name in them and call Mr. Red "Dan" as in the other stories. Mom then proceeded to tell me what she knew of Dan in our town, and how he'd impregnated many of the women in the neighborhood, including some, like the preacher's wife and the Sunday School teacher and his own mother (!) several times. The rumor was that Dan's mother convinced him to stick with married women so as not to get any unmarried women into trouble. As far as Mom knew, Dan kept to married women. Most of the women in town knew who the father of the redheaded babies was, and Mom thought some of the men did too. Still, some of the redheads my age had married other redheads, even though they were probably at least half-brother and sister. Mom said that all their babies seemed to be smart and healthy though, although all of us redheads seemed to be hornier than the blonds and brunettes. Mom said there's a new crop of redheaded babies being born, and Dan isn't their father. She thought his kids are getting married women and each other pregnant. Dan hadn't been around enough for him to have done it. Mom told me to teach my daughter what Dan had taught many of the women he'd gotten pregnant: Teach her teach her own son (if any) that "no" means no, and boys should stick to married women to avoid causing problems of a unwanted pregnancy to a unmarried girl. As I've had a taste of incest, I sometimes frequent relevant websites. I read pskao's stories about Dan, wrote my own, and sent it to pskao to post for me. It's been around 30 years, but that evening is still the best sexual experience I've ever had. I still masturbate to those memories. I wish I could've met Dan again. At any time over the past 30 years, I'd have let Dan, my father, Mr. Red, impregnate me again. The End Other stories with Dan can be found in Kristen's Collection - Directories 33 and 34. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 57