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Cheating for One Night Only

Posted by: Age: 37 Posted on: 7 comments
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The thrill of fucking someone new after all these years

I love my husband and he loves me. Let me be clear about that at the start. And we have a good sex life and he knows what I like and he does it and he'll pretty much do anything else that I want him to sexually. Ok, let's put that on one side. What about when he takes the kids away for a long weekend and I am home alone? If I am out with my girlfriends and I don't have anyone to go home to and it is like my single student days? And what if I have the chance, just once, to fuck another guy, something I have not had the thrill of in years. It all started quite innocently, him and his friends chatting to me and mine in a London bar. They were a laugh, maybe five years younger than us, chatting quite innocently. Then people started to drift away. Some of his friends left, some of mine did too. It ended with three of us getting one more bottle of wine, when I knew we shouldn't. ANd as the bar started to empty out, we talked about getting home. He was going my way, we could share a taxi. My friend looked at me in that way friends do, are you ok with this, are you drunk, do you want me to come with you? All of these things can be said in a look between friends. I smiled back. I was fine. Nothing for her to worry about. So this man, Liam. Irish. Tall, dark, green eyes cheeky smile. Divorced, he said, with a young son. He got in the taxi with me and we headed for home. He made me laugh, uproariously,. He told me he missed his son. He told me I was beautiful. He asked if I fancied a night cap. I knew, then, what was going to happen. But I had that throb in my groin, that aching, that feeling I hadn't had in years. And who would ever know? We got to his apartment. Classy, like I knew it would be. He kissed me almost as soon as we got in the door. He kissed me like I hadn't been kissed in years, his tongue exploring my mouth, his lips pressed passionately against me, his hands roving over my tits. I could feel my nipples stiffen at his touch. We were still kissing in his living room as he pulled my top over my head and expertly undid my bra, his hot mouth moving on to my tits. The feel of his warm mouth on my nipples, sucking, his tongue teasing, the feeling of his erection pressing into my tummy. He took me to his room and striped me naked. I pulled off his t-shirt and undid his jeans. I haven't touched another cock in ten years. I am reaching into his boxers now for his as he kisses and sucks my tits. His hand is in my panties, tugging them down, his fingers finding my pussy as he sucks my tits. His throbbing dick is in my hands, big, fatter than my husband's but maybe not quite as long. I shut out the comparison but it is hard, part of me wants my husband to watch this, part of me wonders if he would like it, like he says when we share our fantasies. The smooth feel of another man's cock in my hand, another man's mouth on my tits, he is rougher, more urgent than I have been used to. His cock is silky to the touch, his broad chest has that manly smell. I am losing it to his fingers and my nipples are on fire as he sucks and bites at them. He is spreading my legs apart now, his urgency increasing. I moan as he removes my hand from his cock, pins my hands behind my head. He has no condom on, and I don't care, the feeling as his fat cock slides into my pussy is electric. I am pushing up against him, I am panting, I am swearing, 'Oh, fuck me , fuck me' and he is, solidly, hard, with no let up, no pauses to try not to cum, a hard, steady rhythm that makes my clit throb. "Does your husband fuck you like this? Does he? Does he?" Not any more, I want to cry, but I am just panting, moaning, the pleasure and the urgency too much. "Tell me!" he demands. "No!" I gasp. "No he doesn't" He grunts, satisfied and suddenly he stops. I almost whimper in frustration. He takes his cock from inside me and moves up the bed. "Suck me off," he commands. "You know you want to. Suck me off while you masturbate, you filthy slut." I take his cock in my mouth, it tastes of slat and sweat, it is wide and that turns me on. He puts my hand between my legs and I dumbly start to circle my clit, speeding up as it starts to feel so good. He is thrusting in my mouth, grunting like an animal. I am exposed, masturbating in front of him as I suck his cock and I can feel myself start to cum. "Go on, make yourself cum you dirty cow," he says. "You've wanted to fuck another man for years. Now you are. Rub your fucking cunt." I rub faster and my fingers wrap around his cock, wanking it as I suck him. I can taste precum, I know it won't be long before he cums. Now his fingers are grabbing at my arse, now they are penetrating my arsehole as I frig myself frantically. I am going to cum with this stranger. I scream out as I make myself cum, his fingers in my arse, his cock now spurting in my mouth it is the best orgasm I have had in years.. Maybe ever. Then I climb on top and I fuck him hard, he is not tired like my husband, he is ready to go again, we heave and hump together in a sweaty mess, panting, fucking, cumming. We lie together, spent, sweating, aching. I think about whether I will confess, even to my friends. I don't think my husband would like the reality like the fantasy. (Then I pull my knickers up, stop masturbating and wonder whether I would either.)  

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