I love my husband. He’s a good father to my kids, he’s attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we like to be together. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I’d deceive him, but sometimes things “come.”
Keith has to travel often, in his work. During such a trip, the children were no longer in school and since I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, several of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for an hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was not familiar with the area, so I offered to take him. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian about it.
Lance was twenty-one and she was out of college. It was about six feet tall and had a sports building, which I have to admit, I admired at the office. At the bar, we joked about work and had fun. After several drinks tours, everyone had to go home.
I drove Lance to his apartment and on the way, he made me laugh. I loved him in my car. His Cologne mixed well with his chemistry and smelled so good. When we got to his apartment, we sat in the car with the engine running. We were talking and looking at each other. I started to be nervous, like on a first date. I tried to make myself comfortable. Every time our eyes met directly, we knew what was going on. There was no denying the sense of lust in my lower abdomen. I haven’t felt like this since Keith and I were dating! If only he was home so I could go home and fuck his brains, fantasizing he was Lance.
I could say that Lance wasn’t going to make the first move since my wedding and the buzz I had made brave, so I innocently said, “I have to piss. Can I use your toilet?”
As he went up the stairs, he apologized for the mess that was his apartment. After using the toilet, I looked in the mirror. I wondered if I really wanted to do this. I cut my grapefruit breasts and adjusted my bra. I teased my hair here and there, trying to decide what I was going to do. I was totally excited, my husband left town for two days, and there was a young stallion across the door.
When I got into the living room of the little apartment, Lance always put things in a last-minute cleaning frenzy. He looked at the removal of videotapes. Her beautiful ass got stuck in her dress. When he heard me enter the room, he went to the bar and sat on one of the stools. He slipped nervously with his keys on the counter. I walked towards him and when I was on the stool next to him, I deliberately fell back, landing against him. My hand planted firmly on his strong dick.
Apparently, it was pretty obvious for a signal. Lance and I plunged into an aggressive kiss. His big hands slipped on my sides and on my breasts. I slept long enough and went straight for his dick. Within seconds, I had that boy on his back on the floor and his pants around his ankles. He had the most beautiful penis. It was about 8 inches long and fairly thick. His head exploded in a full mushroom. As I kissed around the base of his statue, the scent of his tail was intoxicating. His pubic hair was light and soft. That big cock filled my entire mouth while I rolled my tongue on the bottom of his glands. I could say that he didn’t get beaten often, because he started moaning instantly. I wrapped my hands around his pole and started jerking him off while I gave him the dick sucking from his life. I bet none of the sororities ever sucked like me! Her penis felt so good in my mouth that I drank from top to bottom. It was exciting, having another dick in my mouth. It was different. He had a different taste. It smelled different. Lance was almost paralyzed. He was lying on the floor without moving, but stretched like a steel rod. His breathing was faster and shorter. His eyes rolled in his head and the tendons and veins in his neck fell. I felt his glands start their spasms and I knew it was going to explode. His head turned around, his whole body convulsed and the sperm flew into my mouth.
While Lance regenerated, I peeled my hose under my dress. I squatted on his mouth and took his sweet penis in my hands. While I massaged his lame limb, it was like a handful of down. I was soaked. Her mouth and tongue explored this foreign pussy. He was rather clumsy in this area. Again, the worst lick I’ve ever had was not bad. The more he licked, the more tension in my stomach. As I played with her tail, she started to inflate and fill my fist.
I got up and dropped my dress. I touched my bra and breasts. His eyes were buzzing at their escape and his asshole was keeping an eye out. I grabbed her dick and dropped my lips on her. He slipped into me and I could feel my inner circle. I ate forbidden fruit and it was exciting. I was leaning slightly forward so my nipples were on her lips. Taking the clue, he sucked one of the studs in his mouth while I was shaking my hips up and down, going back and forth on his hard rock dick. The more he kissed and sucked my nipples, the more I wet. He rubbed his hands on my ass, legs, stomach and breasts. Every time I hit him, my clitoris was stuck between his dick and his stomach. He started shooting again. I was about to come when he ejaculated a second time. Feeling that her sperm invades me pushing me to the edge in an orgasm. I collapsed on her chest like my pussy grabbed her like her dick still hard.
My pussy juice floated when guilt began to invade. We quickly cleaned up, made a very brief conversation, and then I beat a fast retreat. I was going home, tears bent me many times and deceived my face. The salt of my tears mixed with the sperm on my face, leaving a bitter taste on my lips. I couldn’t believe what I had done.
After that, things were different between me and Keith. When we had sex, I couldn’t enjoy it. It made me feel guilty. My conscience made me want to stay away from him. This burden weighed on me morning, noon, and night for almost a month. I had to tell him, but what would he do? I’d die if he left me. How would he take it? Maybe he already knew something was wrong.
One night, after sleeping the kids, I told Keith what I had done. I don’t even remember what I said. I was numb, anesthetic. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, his back towards me. I tried his answer. He didn’t say anything. Hot tears sprang out of my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to explain that I still loved him and that’s why I told him.
“I can’t talk about it now,” he said, standing, but still refusing to look at me, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He left the room and slept in the living room. I slept in bed, paralyzed. The clock checked the minutes that lasted hours. I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, Keith had already gone to work. The house seemed so empty with him and I thought, “What if he doesn’t come back and that’s what it’s gonna be…”
I went to work but I really wasn’t there. I drifted through the movements, so it seemed like I was working but my mind was on one thing. I couldn’t stand to be at work, but I feared to go home because he might not be there. Finally Keith called this afternoon. I was happy to hear his voice; However, my stomach was tied in knots of anxiety. He told me to meet him at home after work, before I took the kids and we discussed them.
When I got home, Keith was already here. I was relieved when I entered the house and because he didn’t have everything he had packed to leave. I started crying again as soon as I saw him. I couldn’t control it. He sat next to me on the couch, which was good for not having to face each other.
“I thought about it all last night and today at work,” Keith started, “My first tendency was to leave. I can’t do that. I love you.”
“I love you too, really, everything was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking…”
Keith interrupted: “But I can’t let go. It hurts. It always hurts. I just feel like a fool. "
“I’m sorry, Keith. You have to believe me. If I could undo it, I would. I’ll do anything to make up for it.”
“Well, yes, you will,” he said. The way he said it told me he thought about it. “There’s this girl, Shannon…”
“Oh, okay. I guess if you want to fuck another woman to do equal things, I could understand that.”
“No, it’s not that easy, Hon. I want you to be there and you’re actually going to help.”
I really didn’t have much influence in this case so I agreed to follow its requirements. From what I understood, I had to “serve” this woman and my husband. This would take place on the following Friday night and he would take care of the other arrangements.
Keith stayed home Friday, and when I came back, he had already taken the kids to spend the night with friends. The dining room table was ready and I could feel some sort of oriental food. I thought it wasn’t that bad after all.
When Keith came out of the kitchen and saw me, he asked me, “Your outfit is on the bed. Go change. Shannon will be here soon.”
The outfit was a black leather plush with a G-string back, a black leather mini skirt, a pair of black thigh tops and high heels. The Teddy was barely able to hold in my round tits and the mini-skirt came just to the bottom of my ass. I looked like an absolute bitch!
I was so embarrassed when Shannon came in, but she seemed pretty comfortable. She had long Auburn hair, green eyes and a full silhouette. Her dress was casual, not too sexy, but she focused on her breasts and hips. They sat at the table and Keith asked me to get them some wine. He put a bottle of zinfandel in a small cooler on the floor. I started moving the cooler somewhere more convenient, like the kitchen counter, but he told me to leave it where it was. So I leaned down to take their wine and realized why he did it. The skirt rose on my ass, giving them a complete view. Even if I thought my face was rolling a bit, I felt a little bit excited. Throughout dinner, I served as a waitress for my husband and her red mistress. Of course, they both had several glasses of wine, making me expose my bottom. After dinner, I tidy the dishes and cleaned the table.
“Okay, now for the pleasure of starting,” Keith said, rising from his chair. “You want a bath, Shannon?”
“That would be wonderful. "
“Take a bath for Shannon,” my husband ordered.
They both watched that I bend on the bathtub. Shannon pulled her dress on her head and dropped her. Underneath, she wore a silky and white teddy. His skin was right, like most redheads. She slipped the spaghetti bracelets on her shoulders and the lingerie slipped over her body. She smiled at me with a bad smile when I helped her in the bath. Keith liked it. His tail was dying to get out of his tears. I was wondering what to do next. He was gonna meet her and fuck her in the bath?
“Don’t stay there,” was my husband’s order, “to drown her.”
I took the lofah and put it with a perfumed bath gel. I bent and started washing her soft skin. I rubbed his arms, then his shoulders, and back first. Then I washed her chest, fell into her neckline, then under her breasts. They were just a little fuller than mine and I could feel their weight lifting them. I was starting to find it very exciting. Then I started washing my legs and she stretched them out to accommodate me, revealing her burning pubs. I was wondering if I’d eat that pussy tonight. Although I sometimes wondered what it would be like to have sex with a girl, I never had. Now I’m excited by my husband’s future mistress. His skin was so beautiful and soft. I dried the water beads when she came out of the bath.
Keith was already naked and he jerked his dick while looking. He took us to our room, where he and Shannon stripped me naked. Keith handcuffed me and tied me so my arms would be pulled straight to the head of bed. Shannon tied my legs. My pussy was soaked and I just wanted to get fucked so badly now.
Keith and Shannon started kissing between my legs. The two occasionally brushed against the inside of my thighs, making me even more excited. I was tight, but when I walked, I saw his mouth wrapped around his dick. His lips slipped into the well effortlessly while Keith played with his clitoris with my vibrator. God, I wanted something inside me! I closed my eyes and listened to him sucking my husband’s dick. Keith vocalizes his approval in a series of moans. The familiar moaning I hear when I give him my head. I opened my eyes again and saw that he now had his head stuck between his legs. Their two heads moved frantically as they kissed, licked and sucked each other. Maybe I should have been jealous, but I just wanted someone to do this to me! I started taking Shannon’s juice puffs when she was hotter. Keith always told me that the smell of my pussy was a pheromone and immediately excited her. I knew what he meant. Shannon’s aroma made me want to bury my face in his crotch. I couldn’t take it anymore! I was tired of being ignored. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard! Keith stiffened and I knew he was coming. I heard her trying to breathe while she was swelling her sperm. Shannon crawled from him and over me, on all fours.
“Your husband’s tail was delicious,” she whispered to me in the ear, “Here, taste.”
She started kissing me. I could still taste her sperm like her tongue in my mouth. Her soft lips felt so good against me and I started kissing. I begged her to play with my pussy but she told me I had to wait. She reminded me that I had been bad and that she had to have an orgasm before me. Seeing his wife kissing another woman was all Keith needed to get his dick ready to go again. Shannon crawled a little forward so that his nipples were hung over my face. They were small in color and about half the size of my dollar-sized brown nipples. I sucked one of the nipples in my mouth. Shannon let a moan out while Keith climbed it from behind. His breasts slammed at him by hitting her from behind. When she folds far enough, I’d kiss the soft under her breasts. I looked down and saw his muscular thighs between his legs apart. At each push, his balls clashed with his red bush. I could say Keith had “shut” because he’d kissed her for at least fifteen minutes and had not left yet. Shannon continued to emit a series of low-key moaning, almost like a cat purring. I wish she’d gone so he could finally fuck me.
From what I could say, Shannon still had no orgasm, but Keith shuddered and groaned as I knew so well. He came for the second time. She held her hips tight against hers and crushed a little to make sure he pulled all his load in her. When he came out, his dick was semi-hard. Shannon turned around, stretched his legs over my face and told me to eat his pussy filled with sperm. She assured me that if I didn’t finally screw her up, I wouldn’t have a chance either. His lips and clitoris were swollen and came out of his beautiful red bush. Keith kissed the inside of my eagle legs, but refused to kiss me. As she lowered her swollen pussy on my face, a drop of sperm fell on my chin. She had a taste as good as she had felt and I licked her like a pro. I’ve never kissed another girl’s vagina in my life, but it’s become natural for me. I imagined what I’d do to make it if it was mine. I thought it was Keith when I sat on his face. By dropping my husband’s sperm from another woman’s slit, I completely crossed the edge. I just had to get fucked! Keith must have read in my mind because I felt his hard dick slipping into my hole completely soaked. Oh, my God! Relief! It was so good! Shannon kept rubbing her wet pussy against my mouth while I was sucking on her rabid clitoris. His legs began to tighten my head and juices sank into my mouth. She was trying to breathe but seemed asthmatic. She put her hips in my face while she was shaking in an orgasm. She fell back on me and relaxed. Keith’s dick has never felt better. Then she took my vibrator and put it on my clito while he was fucking me. She knew where to place her. From time to time, she pulled my pubis with her fingers and sucked my clitoris, while he kissed my hole. It took me a few minutes to get the orgasm of my life. I tried to strangle my back and flop around, but I was still completely attached, so I just yelled loud enough that the neighbors probably heard me! Keith came for a third time. He withdrew and tried to shoot his sperm all over me, but after Shannon already drained his balls, only a few drops fell on my stomach. Always kneeling on my face, Shannon put his hands behind his head and made him fold to lick him.
Then Shannon was nice enough to release the handcuffs and Keith loosened my ankles. I was finally free. They were lying on either side of me and kissing me gently. Shannon gave me a particularly sweet open mouth kiss and told me I had been great, while she massaged my tits. Keith told me everything was forgiven.
When Keith leaves town and I’m excited, I always cheat on him. Only now, instead of Lance or another guy, I call Shannon and I have the best sex in my life!