Backdoor Man

I wrote for literotica under the previous name of waynejeffries.

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Backdoor Man: Although one interpretation of backdoor man is most certainly referring to anal sex, that is not the intent of this series. A backdoor man is also known as "a man having an affair with a married woman, using the backdoor as an exit before the husband comes home." Although not all the stories in the series involves a married woman, the concept of someone else's girlfriend, lover, fiancee, etc. being with the protagonist is central to the action.

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This is a series that chronicles the various encounters one man has throughout his lifetime. The unique aspect of many of these encounters is the main character, Mark, is usually the other man. Because he is not a braggart, does not gossip, and silently watches, listens, and then reacts, he has the good fortune of encountering a myriad of women. All names, dates, places, company names, etc. are not intended to resemble anyone in real life. If any story in this series resembles any specific person, then that resemblance is purely coincidental and not a person that the author may know.

I also used flashback and changing the time sequence to try to add some variety to this story. Any feedback or comments are appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story and entire series.

Also, if the first couple of stories seem familiar, then you are correct. I published them under another pen name, but then took down all of my works. After serious thought, I have endeavored to write more and extend this series as well as create new ones. Thank you for your consideration and time.

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Backdoor Man: Employer's wife pt. 1

"UUUUHHHH, UHHHHHH, UUUUUHHHH, YES, YES, FUCK YES, KEEP FUCKING ME, KEEP FUCKING ME WITH THAT FAT COCK, YES, YES, YEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!"

Monica was cumming hard on my cock as I pounded her doggy style early Sunday morning. My hand fisted her hair as I drove my thick cock deep inside the beautiful brunette's clutching pussy. On all fours, moaning loudly, experiencing a continuous orgasm, her tight ass pushed back to meet my thrusts. Her arched back, curving more and more, willing my cock to drive deeper and harder into her. This was certainly a luxury I was going to miss when I left for college

Morning sex with my summer love was frequent and extremely fulfilling. Although not entirely exclusive, we spent most mornings with each other, fucking all over her house: in her hot tub, in the pool, and now, more often than not, in her marital bed.

Releasing my grip on her silky auburn hair allowed her to fall forward into the obscene amount of pillows on her bed. Looking at me over her shoulder with dreamy, schoolgirl eyes, she asked, "How are you such a good lover at your age? You are the best fuck I have had since college."

Smiling sheepishly, I settled down on my side, propped up on an elbow, gently petting her body, admiring the tautness, the firmness of this 42 year old woman. "I guess you just inspire me. And, you have no problem telling me what you want. Otherwise, I would not have been holding your hair like it was the reins on a horse. Girls my age are too uptight about that stuff and most don't communicate their deeper needs."

"MMMMM, yes, I guess I have taught you a few things," she retorted with a semi-innocent giggle.

Monica scooted into my body, as if fitting a puzzle piece into its designated place. Snuggling her head into my chest, she nestled herself into my body as I continued to gently caress her. As we shared a content satisfaction, we drifted off to sleep for a few hours.

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For the past four years, I served as a groundskeeper and all around handyman for the Jensens. It was great pay and guaranteed work. Plus, Steven Jensen, my dad's boss, and Monica Jensen, his hot as hell wife, treated me like the son they never had. So, it was my great fortune when they offered that scrawny fifteen year old, all 5'5" 130 pounds of him full time summer employment six days a week. I took to the job quickly, learning many skills along the way with each passing year.

The job had many perks. There was access to the pool and hot tub, daily lunch provided, and a generous salary. But my favorite part of the job was admiring Mrs. Jensen lounging around the pool, usually in a bikini, sipping a cold beverage, looking absolutely stunning. She was a brunette beauty with well defined legs, a toned body with B cup breasts that highlighted her lithe figure. Her full lips, dark brown eyes, and high cheekbones were the perfect canvas for the classy and elegant woman. But most enticing was her ass. It was perfect. Her rounded cheeks were firm and shaped, displaying the many years of dedicated yoga, weight training, and running. She was absolutely stunning and put any girl close to my age to shame.

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I woke up first, quietly extricating myself from Monica's warm embrace to use the bathroom. Once done, I quietly approached the bed, slowly peeled the sheet off her beautiful body and knelt down between her legs. Her pussy was still glistening with our combined juices as I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. The musky scent of her pussy set my cock rock hard. The deep scent was sweet, but also carried with it a depth of flavor that had me always wanting more. Even if her sweet essence was mixed with my own, Monica had taught me that it was okay to eat her. Who was I? I was taught to listen to my elders. Plus, Monica Jensen had the best tasting pussy I had ever encountered.

I moved in closer, kissing the insides of her thighs, sucking as I kissed, long enough for her skin to tingle, but not leaving a mark. Alternating between each leg, I worked closer to her beautiful lips as she slowly arose from her slumber, signaling her approval with her right hand resting behind my head.

With my extended tongue, I lightly grazed the edge of her right labial lip, running up its length and down the length of the left lip, barely making contact.

"MMMMMMMMM, UHH, MMMMMMMMMMM, niiiiiccccceee," was all that escaped her lips.

My older lover's hips undulated slightly as she tried to force them forward while pulling on my head to create more contact with her glistening pussy. I held my ground, lightly running my tongue's tip up and down her lips while also intermittently blowing lightly on her swelling pussy.

With each teased touch and breath, she pushed her gorgeous ass cheeks up, desperately trying to make flush contact with my mouth.

Pulling away from her sweet slit and sitting up to create eye contact, I said, "Patience, my love, we have all morning, well, unless, of course, if you need to leave for church."

With a frustrated eye roll, she threw her hands behind her head, signaling her submission to my pace, an enchanted smirk on her face.

"Good girl, now let Mark take care of your sweet pussy. I promise to do a very thorough and satisfying job."

Moving back between her legs, using my shoulders to push against her hamstrings, I pushed forward, forcing her heels to land upon my shoulder blades. Flattening my tongue, I placed the fullness of it on her now exposed pink star. Monica's body involuntarily shuddered as I lapped from her tight asshole to just before her clit, purposely avoiding making contact with her sensitive and needy nub.

Over and over, I teased my beautiful employer, sucking her juices as I licked, but purposely avoiding contact with her hardened throbbing clit.

We had been together long enough. She knew not to beg. She relented, letting me work her body, to tease her, enjoy her taste, and most of all, work her up to a powerful orgasm.

Then, during one lap of my tongue up, I stopped again before her clit, but did not move back down. Millimeters from her clit, so close, exasperatingly close to her orgasm, just waiting, I blew on her hardened clit, almost mocking it, but truly wanting her to beg.

"UUUUUHHHHHH, COOOMMMEEE OONNNNN!!!!!" Monica whined.

My own need to have this beautiful woman cum on my face was intense, but I continued the same pattern for a good five minutes.

Her hips were out of control, frantically bucking at my face. Her clit pulsed, crying to feel my tongue. But, just a gentle blowing touched her engorged nub.

More bucking and now genuine begging ensued, "PLEASE MARK, PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE HONEY. I NEED YOUR TONGUE ON MY CLIT, SUCK MY CLIT, GET ME OFF, FUCK FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, SUCK MY CLIT!!!!!!!"

I loved that I could move this sensual and sexy woman to such a frenzied state. The rush of manipulating an older, beautiful Goddess never escapes me. Finally, my pointed tongue touches her button.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, YEEEEESSSSSS, MMMMMMMM!!!!"

Once I contacted her clit, I did not stop. Licking, sucking, nibbling, I worked her clit. For roughly a month and a half, not a day goes by where I don't get to taste her sweet pussy. But, it never gets old as I learn to further push her excitement level and extract more pleasure from her body.

Shoving two fingers inside her juicy pussy, curling them, and rubbing her g-spot, her thighs squeeze tightly around my head as she begins to buck up and down on my eager tongue. My motivation increased, the intensity of her crotch smacking against my face spurred my need for her delicious cum.

I kept pace with her movements, riding her pussy with my face, my left arm wrapped around her right leg, holding on to her like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Monica's breathing is deep and heavy, incoherent blabbering escapes her mouth sporadically, until it finally hits her.

"OOOOOHHHHH, OOOHHHHHHH, OOOHHHHHH, UUUUUUHHHHH, MY FUCKING GOD! UHHHHHHH, YES, YES, OH, FUCK YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" she cries out as her pussy squirts out copious amounts of juice all over my face, drenching me.

Seizing the moment, I work my other hand to her clit and frantically rub it over and over, eliciting more spurts of pussy juice. Then, a "UUUUUHHHHHHGGGGG" followed by silence. My sated lover collapses back in her sea of pillows, buzzing with the afterglow of an extremely powerful orgasm.

I look in amazement, surprising myself that I was able to elicit such a response. With Mrs. Jensen's chest heaving still, I bent back down, greedily licking her inner thighs, labia lips and slit, drinking down the excess fluids. I am careful not to touch her sensitive clit, but remain between her legs, lapping at her beautiful petals, high on the taste and smell of this beautiful woman. I cannot get enough of her taste, her juices, the soft purring she emits as I lap at her sweet petals.

I continue gently lapping at her soft folds, the juices flowing from a beautiful pussy that I have become obsessed with and am continuing to learn more about.

"Oh, my fucking God, you are simply amazing! You are the most unselfish lover I have ever had. Steve never goes down on me, but, well, except for a two minute push inside and then a spurt, he doesn't do much with me anymore."

As her orgasmic high begins to fade, I pull Monica back into the safety of my arms, refusing her efforts to reciprocate my efforts with a blowjob. I know, even for my young age, that she needs to be desired, pampered, and loved. So, I prop up against the pillows, letting her sink back down into my chest, hiding from the reality of her world.

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Forty-two year old Monica Harlow had married Steven Jensen when she was just twenty-two. Steven was her college sweetheart, warm and witty, charming, industrious, and quite intelligent. He built his management consulting firm from the ground up and now it was a multimillion dollar operation that demanded a great deal of his time and effort. They lived in a large home in rural Northwestern NJ, complete with a pool, mancave, six bedrooms, five bathrooms, and twenty-five acres of grounds, with additional wooded acreage. It was idyllic. Monica and Steve had orchestrated the perfect life: they were socially respected, financially well off, and very much in love, or so she thought.

Her reality changed one faithful day in Baltimore. Steve was "on business" and she wanted to surprise him for the weekend. She decided to shoot down on a Friday, leaving early, but taking some time for herself to enjoy the inner harbor and Fells point area. When she called Steve at work, he was happy for her call, stating he was headed back to his hotel, finally wrapping up a hectic day, not looking forward to another long weekend of meetings and negotiations. Even though she knew he was busy, Monica knew that her husband needed a break and even if they only spent time together at night, he needed a break from the grind of his business and the arduous schedule he placed upon himself. But that is part of the reason Monica loved Steve. He was dedicated. He was diligent and worked extremely hard to provide for the two of them.

Monica was super excited to surprise her husband. She excitedly sat on a bench across from the entrance in front of the waterfront Marriot hotel. An initial trickle of excitement ran through her when she spotted him walking out, but then looking more closely, he was with his PA. Monica hesitated for a moment. She admired his quiet confidence, how he commanded a room, and the superior presence he carried as he walked. But her admiration quickly dissolved when she saw him grasp his PA by the arm, pull her to him and kiss her deeply in an all too familiar and practiced embrace, indicating that this was not an uncommon occurrence. The 25 year old large breasted blond was a vast departure from Monica. Monica's excitement was instantly bludgeoned by the blunt force of infidelity, her stomach hollowed out, carved of any feeling except emptiness. Overwhelmed and blindsided, she demurely turned away immediately and drove home in a fog of devastation. Arriving home at midnight after the 5 hour drive, she flopped on her bed, softly sobbing herself to sleep, lost, empty, and alone.

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Monica roused herself, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the ensuite. The master bath was enormous, with three shower heads in the enclosed shower, with an additional whirlpool tub that could fit four, the his and hers sinks, the commode with a door to it, all the bells and whistles.

As all three shower heads streamed with water, a still frisky Monica began kissing and massaging my body. I took the initiative, grabbing the loofah and soap. Spinning the obsessed deviant away from me, I began soaping her shoulders and back, slowly working massaging strokes down to her beautiful ass.

As stated before, her ass is magnificent, so from my knees, I instinctively moved forward and placed a multitude of sucking kisses on her backside. But, before becoming too carried away, I applied the soap and loofa to her ass cheeks and continued working down her legs.

Once I spun her around, she threw her arms around me, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

"Mark, thank you," is all she said, but her gleaming eyes spoke to the appreciation she felt with having me as her lover.

I just smiled, as I was living every eighteen year old's dream. My "girlfriend" was a hot, in-shape, beautiful, rich and sex crazed forty-two year old brunette who not only paid me to work for her, but was also educating me in the many ways to please a woman. Plus, her husband was on the west coast, "building the business," of course, with his PA by his side.

"I just want to make you happy, Monica," I said as I began soaping her shoulders, only to be greeted by two firm breasts with rock hard nipples. After soaping and rinsing, I took some time to kiss, suck, and nibble on each one, working my lovely adulteress into a heightened state again.

I quickly moved across her stomach, soaped her crotch area, and then her legs, not lingering, but ensuring that I was thoroughly cleaning her.

After she cleaned me and a slight argument over her wanting to "have me cum in her mouth," we headed to the kitchen for a late breakfast.

Monica flitted around the kitten in a loose fitting sundress that still managed to highlight her chiseled body. Although I knew she was disappointed about not being able to become pregnant, the consolation was that the woman's body was still smoking hot. There was not a blemish on her skin, no wrinkles, no artificial enhancements of any kind, just pure, sexy woman.

After preparing bacon, eggs, and toast, we both greedily shoved the food into our faces, enjoying the recharge and quiet time together. I had a bit of a tingle in my stomach as I imagined this time with her, enjoying the unabashed sex, no real limits, kinkier ideas than my peers, and even more so the depth of the person I was with. She truly took my breath away and there were so many reasons I was happy to be there at that moment.

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When I pulled up in my beat up Chevy pick up and saw Monica's car, I knew something was wrong. Why was she back? What happened? Did she even make it to Baltimore? Is Steve with her? Little did I know, she was mourning the loss of her marriage as she knew it.

I avoided the house until lunch time, but then hunger got the better of me. The first time I hugged Mrs. Jensen sparked a connection packed with electricity far beyond anything I had ever experienced. As she sobbed into my arms, our pseudo mother-son relationship evaporated. In some way, I served more as her protector. She melted into my arms, sobbing, crumbling, and clutching me as if I were her lifeline in a sea that sought to swallow her up in an all too frequent story of betrayal, deceit, and adultery.

We did not sleep together that day; no, far from it. Essentially, I just served as her support system, an ear to listen to her without judgement or ridicule, and a person of comfort to make her feel human again.

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After we rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, Monica threw her arms around my neck, looking up at me with those pools of brown, smiling broadly. I loved her touch, the gentle fingers clasping my neck firmly, her soft skin brushing upon mine, and her delicate mouth as it opened to brush my lips with its sweetness.

As we kissed deeply, she gently guided me back to my seat, forcing me to sit.

"Mon, Mon, Monica, I, I have to go soon."

Ignoring me completely, my cargo shorts and boxers were already being pulled down my legs. The look of absolute lust in her eyes willed me to remove my fending hands from her shoulders. I had been here before and she was relentless. She was going to take what she wanted.

"MMMMMM, I just love this cock!" she stated matter of factly as she grabbed it with both hands, slipping her mouth over the head, scooping the pre cum with the tip of her tongue. Then, she began my favorite part of her blowjobs. Monica Jensen would begin her descent down to my crotch.

As she licked, sucked, and teased, she would remove one hand so that now her threshold had increased. As she patiently savored my hardened manhood, she removed her other hand, taking all of my ungripped cock into her delicate mouth, sheathing her throat over my thick shaft. It had taken some time and a lot of practice to arrive at this point. I still remember the proud look on her gorgeous face when she finally lodged my entire cock inside her mouth for the first time. She was like a little kid, so proud of herself, caught up in the sense of accomplishment, happy in pleasing me, as if my satisfaction was directly connected to her value.

"OOOOOHHHHHH, YESSS!!!" is all I could muster as half my cock was enveloped by her mouth, already stretching the sides, pushing against the back of her throat. I sat there, helpless, waiting in anticipation for her next move.

She quickly pulled off of me, possessively gripping my cock. "HMMMMMM, does my man want me to take all of his thick cock down my throat? Would that please my lover?"

All I could do was bob my head up and down in the affirmative as she smiled broadly, knowing that she was in full control. Once she placed her mouth over my cock head again, it started a slow slide of her face toward my crotch. Stopping momentarily from time to time on the way, steadying herself, composing herself, and then a few moments later her nose was nestled in my pubic hair.