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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Monday, June 10, 2013 – Anastasia Milburn – South Hill, WA

It was six AM when I slipped out of the house alone for my morning jog. The morning was beautiful, already warming up as the sun crested the shoulder of Mount Rainier. I popped in my headphones, turned on my iPod strapped to my right arm, and jogged down the cul-de-sac.

My husband was still asleep, snoring like a lumberjack sawing wood. I wish Stan would join me. I would bug him to go jogging, to stay in shape, and he would for a few days. And then his excuses would crop up. “I didn’t get a good night sleep,” Stan would moan, or he’d say, “Sorry, Ana, my knee’s hurting.” And for a few weeks I would drop the subject, and then I’d nag him, starting the cycle all over again.

It wasn’t fair. Stan expect me to keep in good shape, the least he could do was return the favor.

Age was starting to catch up to Stan. He just turned thirty-one, and his metabolism was losing the war against the junk food he constantly eats at work. While only all natural, organic food was allowed in our house, I knew he cheated on my wholesome cooking with junk food behind my back. He denied it, but Stan was such a bad liar I could see right through him.

Particularly when his lips tasted of Cheetos.

Well, it was better that he cheated on me with food than with one of those hussies at his work.

Which is why I was out jogging in my pink, Lycra sports bra and my black leggings. My Babushka always told me, “My little kotyonok, men are dogs, always sniffing at asses. So make sure your ass is better than any woman around your husband. Then he will never stray.”

My mom would always frown at my Babushka, but me and my cousins would just giggle at her earthy wisdom.

Thanks to her advice, I was proud to say my ass looked amazing in my tight leggings. Stan had no reason to sniff after another woman’s ass when he had mine.

My iPod was loaded with Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Sharon Crow, Beyonce and Rihanna, the catchy tunes blocking out the world I jogged down Mountain View Court out onto Shaw Road, taking a left. From here I would jog up to 39th Avenue, cross Shaw Road and jog down to Rogers College. I would circle the campus before heading for home.

I let myself get lost to the rhythm of running, the music washing through me, my heart thudding. I felt so alive. The sun warmed my skin. I could almost be in my own world. I passed the students arriving for early classes, a few of the boys glancing at me.

I fought my smile, enjoying their attention, validating that I was still had a hot body.

The sun shone in my eyes as I rounded Rogers College and began my return jog up 39th Avenue. I approached Shaw Road again, my legs burning, the calories vanishing. I reached the intersection, hitting the crosswalk button and waited for the light to change as I took a quick rest.

Cars honked loud as they drove by on Shaw Road, cutting through the soulful dulcet of Rihanna’s Unfaithful. What were they honking at? I cast a quick look up the street, but the stream of cars was thick. The light turned green and I could cross. I jogged out into the road, still searching for what got all the cars agitated. I was halfway across when I spotted it.

I froze in the middle of Shaw Road in absolute disbelief. I couldn’t be seeing that?

There, jogging down Shaw Road, was a naked man.

He was about my age, late twenties, a little overweight, his fat jiggling as he jogged. And there, flopping between his legs, was a half-hard cock and a pair of balls. Bouncing up and down, side to side, like the trunk of an elephant.

“What the fuck?” I muttered in astonishment. “Is the guy on drugs or something?”

I blinked, wondering if the man would vanish when I opened my eyes, hoping that it was all some strange hallucination. I didn’t need to see a naked cock flopping about.

My eyes opened. I sighed in disappointment. He was still there, quite real, and very naked.

What was going on? Was it one of those naked events?

Then I caught the hungry look in his blue eyes as he neared the other side of the crosswalk. He stared at me, his eyes running up and down my body. Fear shivered through me, ice water filled my veins.

His cock grew harder.

What do I do? Panic gripped my mind. What do you do when a man is jogging naked at you? I reached for my phone, patting the non-existent pockets of my leggings. Panic shivered across my skin, my hairs standing up. I didn’t have my phone. My jogging outfit was too tight for a phone. And it was such a nice neighborhood, I never felt in danger while jogging.

Until now.

Idiot!

A car honked. The light had turned red while I stood frozen in the crosswalk, holding up traffic. And he was getting closer and closer, reaching the crosswalk, his blue eyes fixed on me. Oh, God, what do I do? He started crossing the road, coming to within ten feet of me when my mind finally acted.

My feet moved on their own as his mouth opened. He yelled something at me as I turned around and broke into a fearful sprint. I couldn’t hear what he said over the pulsing beat of Rihanna. My arms pumped as I ignored the burning in my legs.

I had to get away, my black hair whipping behind me as I ran.

I glanced back, and he chased after me, crossing Shaw Road, his cock bouncing about. Oh, God, it was harder, poking straight at me. Straight at my pussy. He was excited. I could see his mouth opening, still yelling something at me, but I still couldn’t hear him over Rihanna.

Thank god for that. I didn’t want to hear what nasty things he shouted at me.

My heart pounded, adrenaline was coursing through my body as I stretched out my legs and really began to run.

The song ended.

“Stop!” A single word barely heard in the brief silence between songs.

And I stopped.

My legs obeyed him. I wanted to obey him despite my fear. I nearly fell over from my sudden halt, the rubber soles of my shoes squeaking as they slid on the sidewalk. What the hell?

Don’t stop, stupid legs! Move! Get Moving!

But my body refused to act. The man gave his orders. I had to obey him.

I glanced behind me. He was closer, jogging as fast as he could, breathing heavily, his fleshy body flushed with exertion. His cock thick and hard, the head red and angry, rising out out of a forest of brown hair. More hair covered his flabby chest and stomach. Lust shined in his blue eyes.

I recognized him from the news.

Mark Glassner.

The terrorist behind the Buy Best Incident. And he was coming for me. Did he gas me? Was that I why my legs weren’t working?

A new panic seized me. Run, I ordered my legs. Oh, please, run. My heart hammered in my chest. Mark would hurt me. Rape me! Oh, God, he was going to rape me!

I screamed as loud as I could, “Help! Rape!”

Mark was so close now, slowing to a walk for the last few yards. He moved with a confident swagger, a boyish grin spreading across his lips. He reached out and pulled out my earbuds before yanking my iPod off the strap holding it to my arm, tossing it into the bushes.

“Damn iPods,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “What’s your…name?” Then he bent over and grabbed his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Sweat gleamed on his naked body, and I could smell the salty musk of his exertion.

“Anastasia Milburn,” I answered. God, his voice was so intense. It seemed to reach into me, touching my soul. How could I resist such a voice? I couldn’t. Mark’s voice just had to be obeyed.

“Well, Anastasia, I’m Mark, and I’m the founder of the Naked Jogging Club.” His blue eyes roamed my body, a leer on his face. He stretched his back, arms on his side and drew in a deep breath, his cock thrusting obscenely out at me, hard and angry.

“Please don’t rape me,” I whispered, trembling in fear.

“Relax, relax,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I’m not a criminal. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to rape you.”

Relief flooded through me. He didn’t want to rape me.

“As I was saying, I’m founding the Naked Jogging Club, and you are the perfect candidate to be the first recruit.” His eyes flicked down my body again. “So, from now on, you’re part of my club.”

“Sure,” I said. How could I say no to the man? I felt so foolish for even thinking Mark wanted to rape me. He just wanted me to join his club. Then I realized what I agreed to and flushed. “Does that mean I have to…?” I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud.

His grin broadened, becoming almost like a boys. “It is the Naked Jogging Club. So start stripping.”

Before I even realized it, I was peeling my Lycra sports bra off to his hungry eyes. I shivered as cars drove by us, honking their horns and yelling obscene things. My sports bra rose up and my breasts bounced free.

“Someone’s excited to join,” Mark grinned, reaching out to tweak my nipples.

They were hard. I was exposed to all these strangers, to Mark, and my nipples were hard, and a warm, liquid itch formed between my thighs. I gasped, moving my hands to cover up my small breasts,

Mark grabbed my arm. “Hmm, those are some nice tits,” he murmured, reaching out to squeeze my left breast.

I flinched away. “Please, I’m married,” I protested.

“But you want me to touch you.”

His words vibrated in my soul, and my eyes widened. He was so right. I lowered my hands, smiling as he fondled me, the itch growing between my thighs.

“You want me to fuck you, Anastasia. You’re getting wet just thinking about it. So you will let me do what I want to you and you’ll enjoy every second of it. Because you want to be my jogging slut, right, Anastasia?”

“I do,” I moaned, my panties becoming damp with my desire for this man. I wanted to be his slut so bed. This man would give me such pleasure.

I glanced down at his hard cock, imagining how he would feel sliding into my pussy and filling me up. I moaned, squeezing my thighs together. What was wrong with me? I was married. I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking this man.

I shouldn’t be hoping to fuck this man.

But, God help me, I bet his cock would feel amazing. He looked a little bigger than Stan. I knelt down, telling myself it was just to untie my shoes so I could get my leggings off. It was just a coincidence that I was getting a good eyeful of his cock and balls.

Up close, his cock was big and powerful, twitching with his heartbeat. I don’t know why I had been so scared of it. His cock would ignite a fire in my pussy when he thrust it inside me. There was a drop of clear liquid beading at the tiny slit at the crown of his dick. I licked my lips, part of me wanting to stick out my tongue and taste Mark’s precum, to suck his dick into my mouth and bob my head.

I had to get a grip. I’m on a busy street.

I finished untying my shoes and stood up.

I peeled off my tight leggings and my powder blue panties in one motion, exposing my naked body to the entire world. I bent down, making sure Mark could see my ass and pussy. My bush became matted with my excitement. I wanted Mark’s cock, God help me. I wanted it so bad. I wouldn’t object if he took me right here.

“Your pussy hair’s blonde,” Mark blinked. “You dye your hair black?”

I nodded. “I don’t like being blonde. Everyone thinks you’re a bimbo.”

Mark laughed. “So many women would kill to be blonde, and you go and dye your hair black.”

“I guess,” I shrugged, pulling on my shoes again.

“Alright,” Mark said, staring lustfully at me as I retied my jogging shoes. “Head home, and I’ll follow. I want to stare at the ass. It’s so nice and tight.”

“I want you to stare,” I purred. Because I was his slut now.

He laughed, smacking my ass. His handprint burned as I started jogging.

I could feel his hungry eyes the entire jog back to my house. I put a roll to my ass, as sexy a sway as I could manage while jogging. My small breasts bounced uncomfortably and I missed wearing the sports bra I clutched in my right hand. But Mark wanted me naked, and there was a certain freedom in showing my assets, especially my tight ass, off to the world.

My Babushka was right, men loved sniffing at another woman’s ass. “Men will come sniffing at your ass, my little kotyonok, and that can be so much fun.” There had been such a wicked smile on her wrinkled, old face when she told my cousin’s and me that. We all had tittered at her naughty intimation.

Well, Stan, you didn’t want to come jogging, and now another man’s come sniffing at my ass. And I was going to have some fun. A wicked smile grew on my lips.

Soon I reveled in every car honk and lewd shout. All these people were just jealous that they didn’t have the courage to be as free as us. My pussy flooded my thighs, my juices dripping down. I thrust my breasts forward, looking at at the cars and winking at them.

“I am hot,” I laughed.

“Yes, you are,” Mark growled behind me.

My elation faded when the flashing lights of a cop car pulled up in front of us. Fear beat again in my breast as a stern-looking man climbed out of his patrol car.

“Oh, no,” I gasped. What would Stan think when he found out his wife was jogging naked? With a strange man. I couldn’t go to jail.

“Hi, I’m Mark Glassner,” Mark shouted at the cop, not concerned one bit that we were about to be arrested. And why should he when he had that wonderful, commanding voice. “Whatever I do is legal. If anyone says, ‘I’m Mary Sullivan.’ or ‘I serve Mark Glassner’ do what they say.”

“Yes, sir,” the cop saluted, his eyes flicking back to me, a smile forming. I straightened my body, letting him see my naked form, my pussy dripping with excitement. Being naked was so freeing.

“Get back to your job, officer,” Mark ordered.

“Right away, sir,” the cop nodded, climbed back into his car, and drove off.

Mark had a grin on his face. This man could do whatever he wanted. He was so powerful. Another shiver shuddered through my body.

“Keep jogging, slut,” he barked at me. “I want to fuck that cunt.”

His words shivered through my body, I was his slut. I was Stan’s wife, but I was Mark’s slut.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me,” I heard myself husk back. I was such a slut.

The thrill, the excitement, pushed me to jog faster. Mark struggled to keep up, my hot ass inspiring him to push past his limits, to really get some exercise. I was his motivation. He needed my ass, the promise of my cunt, to keep him going. He looked fairly new to jogging, he was definitely out of shape. I was honored to be his motivation, and I flashed him inviting smiles as I ran, shaking my pretty ass, urging him to keep up, to claim his reward.

“You can make it,” I called. “We’re almost there. And then you get to fuck my married cunt.”

“What a slut you are,” he laughed.

“Uh-huh,” I purred, turning onto Mountain View Court.

I held my head up high as I jogged past all my neighbors. I hoped they would see how hot my body was, and learn how much fun the Naked Jogging Club was. I had a feeling other women would join, jogging beside me, our hot asses inspiring Mark to get into better shape.

We reached my house a few minutes later.

“I live just across the street,” Mark said when we reached my front door, pointing at it.

“Oh, isn’t that the Fitzsimmons house?”

“I took Brandon’s house from him, but kept his wife,” he said. “She’s a great fuck.”

“Is Desiree one of your sluts?” I asked. “Like me?”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “One of my many sluts.” He groped my ass. “Now let’s get inside your house so I can get inside your cunt.”

I opened the door, and he grabbed me, pulling my body against his and kissing me on the lips. His mouth forcefully captured mine, sticking his tongue past my lips. His hard cock pressed into my stomach, my hard nipples pressed against his hairy chest, tickled by his curly hair. His hands squeezed my ass, kneading my cheeks.

My husband was upstairs, asleep, and I was making out with another man while naked. A naughty shiver ran up my spine.

Mark broke the kiss and I squirmed out of his grasp, backing out of the doorway, dropping my clothes on the floor. “You have to catch me,” I purred. “If you want to fuck my pussy.”

“I’m going to make you howl, slut,” Mark promised.

He stalked after me, and it was so thrilling. He chased me all over again, just like when he pursued me down the road. I fled into the kitchen, giggling in enjoyment, but I wasn’t fast enough. He caught me, pushing me against the island counter in the center of the kitchen, bending me over it, his hand stroking my rear.

“Such a great ass,” he groaned, the tip of his dick rubbing against my cheeks. He drew his hand back and smacked me again. “I’m going to fuck your cunt until you explode, slut.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “My pussy’s on fire. I need to cum so bad.”

The ceiling creaked above. I froze, fear spiking through me in a cold wave. My husband was awake and walking around upstairs. “No, my husband woke up early,” I gasped. “You have to go.”

The pipes gurgled as Stan started the shower.

“Fuck that,” Mark growled. “I don’t care if your husband catches us. Then he can learn that you’re my slut.”

“Okay,” I moaned. “I’m your slut, Mark.”

My pussy throbbed as I said it. I was such a whore for this man. I couldn’t help myself. His voice was so sexy, so compelling. I would do anything for him. I would let him fuck me while my poor husband watched.

“Fuck me,” I moaned, still afraid that Stan would catch us and discover who made my pussy really wet. “Please. I need it.”

Mark laughed and thrust inside me.

I moaned as the pleasure filled my body, his dick stretching my pussy open. His cock felt amazing, better than I could imagine.

Fear and lust battled within me. Oh, God, it was so amazing. Stan was upstairs, showering and probably whistling some stupid show tune while I was down here getting fucked hard by Mark. He had no idea his loving wife was a slut for another man. My pussy squeezed down on Mark’s cock, his balls slapping into me as I giggled my hips.

“So good,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, Mark!”

His hands wrapped around me, pinching my nipples. “That’s it, slut,” he hissed. “You love my cock.”

“So much.”

Mark fucked me hard, plowing deep into my pussy and not caring that my husband might finish his shower and walk downstairs any minute and catch him. Mark didn’t care that Stan might hear the slap of flesh, our sighs, and our moans and decide to venture downstairs to investigate.

“Fuck,” I gasped, “Oh, fuck, this is so wrong!”

“That’s what makes it feel so good, slut,” Mark growled and fucked me harder and harder.

It did. His balls slapped against my clit, building my pleasure. I shuddered, reveling in the naughty thrill of our illicit affair. The water still hissed above as his cock felt so amazing inside my cunt.

“Yes, yes, fuck me!” I hissed. “Oh, fuck you’re a naughty, little slut, Mark!”

The island creaked from the force of Mark’s thrusts, the cabinet doors rattled as my knees banged into them. God, I felt so good, so naughty! I loved my Stan, but Mark made me feel so alive! I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I let Mark fuck me.

“I’m your slut!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, a part of me wanted to get caught.

My orgasm built as I fantasized about Stan walking downstairs and seeing how Mark mastered my body. The pleasure swelled inside me. Every thrust of his cock and slap of his balls brought me closer and closer to the brink.

The shower upstairs shut off. “Oh no,” I gasped as fear surged through me. Stan couldn’t actually see this, it would break his heart. “You have to hurry! Cum in me! Please!”

The floor creaked as Stan moving around upstairs. He would be getting dressed, then coming downstairs for his coffee. I had started the pot before I left for my jog. I glanced at the coffee pot, imagining my husband walking in, making it halfway to it in his half-awake daze before realizing that his wife was getting her cheating cunt pounded on by a strange man.

This was so wrong!

I slammed my hips back against Mark and let out a stifled moan as my orgasm exploded throughout my body.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped as the pleasure slammed into my mind. My pussy writhed about his cock and I thrust aback into him. “Oh, fuck, please hurry, Mark!”

The bedroom door closed. My husband was coming downstairs.

“Fuck, fuck!” grunted Mark. “Your cunt is so hot! Shit! I’m going to flood you.”

“Yes!” I hissed as the stairs creaked.

Mark slammed into me once, twice, grunting into my ear. His cock throbbed in my pussy, and then heat flooded me. Mark’s cum filled my married, slutty cunt. The stairs creaked and I moaned as another orgasm rippled through me.

We would be caught. My cum was so hard, rippling through me with rapture.

Mark yanked his cock out of me. There was a huge grin on Mark’s face, and then he turned and raced for the front door. “Tomorrow, my house, be naked!” he shouted as he reached the door.

“Yes,” I happily answered, his cum leaking down my thighs.

Mark opened the door, dashed out, and slammed it. “Honey, you back,” my husband called, hearing the door close.

I was right behind Mark, dashing to where I left my clothes. I grabbed my leggings, pulling them on over my shoes. My heart hammered in an excited thrill. I grabbed my sports bra, wiggling to pop my sweaty breasts into the Lycra.

“Honey?” Stan asked.

I turned around, smiling at him as Mark’s cum soaked into the crotch of my leggings. Thank God they were black.

My husband stumbled over to me, looking half-awake in his sweat pants, his hair damp from his shower. Stan bent down and kissed me on the lips. He had no idea that I had just fucked another man. I shivered as the last ripples of my orgasm trembled through my body.

“Did you have a nice jog, Ana?” my husband asked as he walked by.

I sighed in relief, he didn’t notice my panties on the floor or smell the cum leaking out of my cunt. Stan wasn’t alive in the morning before his second cup of coffee, thank God.

“Yeah, it was quite thrilling!” I panted with a smile, my body tingling with my illicit orgasms. “I’m going to take a shower, I’m all sweaty.”

“Okay, Ana,” he said, the coffee pot rattling as he poured his morning cup.

I grabbed my panties and raced upstairs to wash the evidence of my adultery off my body. I couldn’t wait for the naughty fun I’d have tomorrow in the Naked Jogging Club.

To be continued…

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