I'm a 40 year old woman from Republic of Croatia, married for XV geezerhood, female parent of two. This is a story about the only time that I cheated on my husband. I'm not a native English language loudspeaker, so I apologize for misapprehension. I just had to write this down.

I think my husband and I have a good union. He has a nerve-racking job and needs to work long hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must have been on a byplay trip or with some of his co-worker. While I got suspicious a couple of times, I never actually caught him or found any proof. I have always stayed faithful to him.

I find my husband very attractive. He is four twelvemonth my senior, tall and lean, curious and charming, and our sex is enceinte. He likes to go slow, and loves to eat my cunt. We spend a lot of clock time in 69, which I love. He also likes to lick my arse. No one has ever licked me back there before him. The start fourth dimension he did it I felt embarrassed and self-aware, but also very excited. He assured me that I have a beautiful asshole and that it turns him on immensely. So, I soon learned to slack up and enjoy it. We don't do full anal, but sometimes I get down on all Little Joe and he licks my ass, rubbing my pussy and my clitoris at the same time. I push back on his face and I can feel his tongue probing my whoreson. I get crazy coming, sometimes two or three in a row. It was with him that I discovered that I'm multiorgasmic. In fact, now one orgasm is just not enough for me anymore ; I need at least two to feel fully satisfied.

Although I am very happy with our sex life story, sometimes I would like to get my pussy pounded long and hard. My married man never does this to me, it's too vivid for him and he needs to come quickly if he pounds me hard and fast. So, our sex is usually slow and sultry, or a quicky. Also, although my husband is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his dick was a bit longer, so he could reach even mysterious inside me. Sex toys don't help ; I don't like how they feel, I need a warm, meaty dick.

To be fair, I've never had many chance to cheat on my married man even if I wanted to, but recently I changed my job. About three months ago, the firm that I work for sent me on a business trip to Germany. On the plane I met a man from my commonwealth that was going to the Saame carnival trade as me. He was tall, not as improbable as my husband, but more muscular. He was much immature than me ( 31, as I found out later ), but I could tell that he liked me, although I told him right away that I am tie. He was slightly bald, which I find form of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that stubble beard. I will hollo him Mark.

mug's attention flattered me, and my sum would start to race when he touched my arm and my hand twosome of times. He was risible and talkative, and we had a pleasant flight. Unlike me, he has been on this swop many meter before, so I accepted his offer that we visit it together. We stayed in different hotels, so we exchanged phone numbers.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was happy to find that I got a room with a duplicate bed, as I am used to sleep in a wide of the mark bed. That night in my room, while I was plugging in my phone charger, I noticed something was stuck between my bed's headboard and the wall. I took it out, and it turned out to be a yoke of char's panties. They were black and sexy, and I noticed a long white stain where individual parts have been. I immediately threw them in garbage, but this got me turned on.

I imagined how some alien cleaning lady had sex on the Sami bed, perhaps just the night before. I pictured her lying on her back rightfulness where I was now, and how a man took her pantie off and threw them over her head. I wondered if he was well built and had a big cock. He must have been attractive to make her wet those step-in so much. I imagined how stimulate she was in prevision of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some alien she had met that dark. Soon I found myself fantasizing about Mark. I had to touch myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit shamed that I thought of Mark instead of my husband. I fell asleep with my hand in my step-in, like I used to do when I was a teenaged girl.

Sure enough, St. Mark called me the future sunrise to differentiate me he was going to plunk me up at my hotel. I took a shower, brushed my chin-length hair's-breadth, got dressed and put on my physical composition. I'm a relatively small-scale brunette ( 159 cm, 47 kg ), of due east European bloodline with some Middle Eastern genes. My knocker are 34B, and I think they look great for my age. I work out regularly, so my ass is pretty shapely too. I wish my thigh and calves were a bit stiff, but my husband says my legs are perfect the way they are. While I still did not think anything was going to befall between me and Mark, I was gladiolus that I took my high heels horseshoe with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and bear them on bare legs. I felt sexy and confident in my case and high heels.

So, Mark picked me up and we went to the trade wind fair. He was very graceful, and I felt some animal attractiveness towards him. There was something sexy in the way he walked, his presence. We spent some metre together. He walked me around, occasionally holding my hired man. Several times he put his manus on my waistline when we were in a crowd. Then we had to character for various hour and met again later.

We continued the evening in a bar last to my hotel. After a few drinks we were clearly mash, and I had already decided I was going to let him love me. His manus explored my knee joint and my thighs, getting under my annulus. The flavour of his hand on my bare wooden leg was sending shiver through my pussy. A couple of times he leaned so end to me that I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. I was passing horny and he must have been cognisant of that.

When I suggested that it's getting late, he paid for the drinks and we went to my hotel. He didn't wait for invitation ; he entered the hotel and went upstairs with me as if it was the most innate thing in the cosmos. While we were walking down the hall to my room, his hired man was on my ass. I was so kindle that my ramification were trembling. I still could not consider this was happening.

As soon as we entered and I turned on the lights, he pressed me to the rampart and kissed me passionately. I did not resist. His helping hand were all over me. He started to kiss my neck opening and breathed in deeply."I love how you smell ... You smell like sex !"he said. No wonder I did, I was so wet that he could probably smell out my pussy. He took off my coat. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bump in his pants. I could already severalise he had a big parcel. I took off my bra, and he started to fondle my boob. He kissed and gently sucked my nipples, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my annulus, and it slipped off my pelvis to the floor. Now I was standing before him just in my panties and high heels.

I was touching his wide chest and strong articulatio humeri, and when he kissed my oral cavity again and grabbed my ass, I reached for his slide fastener. I needed to see and touch his manhood right away. I reached inside his boxer and took out his beautiful uncircumcised prick. It was semi-erect, but it was already a fist tenacious than my husband's in total erection. My stage involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to sustain it in me.

When I crouched to look up to it and charter it in my lip, a most embarrassing thing happened to me. Since my finally childbirth my bladder ascendancy was not perfect, and all the arousal and drinks made me lose command for a second ! I quickly pressed my genital organ with my hand and squeezed my branch, but some pee had already trickled through my panties and on the carpet. I quickly excused myself and ran to the toilet.

I took off my wet panties, and sat down to save myself. Mark didn't wait for me to make out out, and entered the pot while I was peeing. His pecker was still swinging from his pants. I covered my side with my hands, thinking I would die of embarrassment.
"You must think I'm an incontinent old granny !"I said. He kneeled in front of me and gently took down my hands.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a cleaning woman piss herself from agitation in figurehead of my cock ! Seriously, it's the best compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a moment. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a great kisser. My embarrassment started to fade and crave took over again. He was kneeling between my ramification, caressing my knee. Slowly and lightly, over my inside thigh, his hand moved closer and closer to the burning epicenter of my desire, which was now aching to be touched. I was breathing heavily and my heart was pounding. When he finally touched my well cunt, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a finger between my lips, and slowly slid it upwards and over my clit.
He took out his hand, wet with my juices and pee, and licked his digit, saying"Mmm, I love your fresh nectar !"

He put a mitt behind my back and picked me up from the toilet tush as if I was a nestling. He carried me over to the bed. I was still wearing my shoes and my necklace. He gently laid me down, and I instinctively covered my pussy with my hand. It's been more than 15 years since I've shown it to any man except my husband, and I was a bit self-aware. I was worried that after two childbirths it was not pretty anymore.

"Now, don't you go shy on me ! Hiding such a beautiful body is a offence !"he said.
"You really like my body ?"I asked.
"You know I couldn't take my center off you since the bit I met you. I love how petite you are ... You are gorgeous. Why don't you play with yourself for me, while I take off this courtship ?"

Reluctantly, I started to disturb myself. At first it felt awkward, but watching him unclothe, I soon I let myself go. I caressed my boobs, lifted up my ramification and spread them, giving him a good look on my neatly trimmed puss. I started to diddle with it. With sluttiness I never knew I had in me, I put my feet on the bed and lifted up my pelvic girdle. I slowly moved my pelvic girdle up and down, letting a finger slide over my labia and my clit. I put my early hand under my back and started to rub my asshole, moaning and purring.

He must give liked the show, because his prick was now pointing upwards in all its glory. It was big, not crazy thick, but really long. He took off all his apparel, and I could now take a well looking at at his naked muscular eubstance. On his chest he had a tattoo in glagolitic script that I could not decrypt, and more tattoos on his berm. midst veins ran down his biceps and forearms. He was the epitome of an alpha male, and I was well-chosen he chose me as his cunt for this night.

Without a Holy Writ he came closer, put his hired man under my ass and buried his face between my legs. He was munching, and suck, and licking, and thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Soon, his completely nerve was wet with my beloved succus. Just when I thought I was going to get along, he stopped. He took my ramification and lifted them over my head. He spanked my pussy with his cock a brace of clock time, and then started to rub my lips, first with its prick, and then with its head. I felt it sliding board in circles, closer and closer to the entranceway, increasing the pressure sensation. He wasn't wearing a rubber, and I asked him to be measured because I don't take contraceptive. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to penetrate me. I was so capable and lubricated by now that it didn't hurt. It was virtuous cristal. After several lenify drive he managed to crusade it all the way in. I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside me, and his balls on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the sensation. Then he started to squeeze, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I'm nearly always forte during sex. I moan loudly and there is petty I can do about it, except to try to strangle it somehow. But after just about XII knife thrust of this mighty peter, a sinewy orgasm made me scream so meretricious that everybody in the hotel must experience heard me. And it kept going on and on, as he kept pounding faster and faster. I was holding my chest and squeezing my nipples. Two or three min later another strong orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his cock on my asshole. It felt secure, but I told him to not try to get in. Full anal retentive sex has never been really comfortable for me even with a lowly tool, and I was for certain this kraken would tear something inside me.

I turned around and gave him head instead. My mouth is little so it was a mingy fit, but I have a lot of recitation. I love to have my mouth full of dick, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his balls and jerked his shaft, viscid with my love ointment. Pretty soon I felt his balls getting harder and my mouth fill with his salty pre-cum. When he told me he was going to set off, I took him even deeper in my sassing and sucked as hard as I could. He released his payload down my throat, holding my head and groaning like a bear.

We collapsed on the bed. He told me how awesome I was. After a few bit I took off my horseshoe. He started to massage my feet and my calves. Let me tell you, after a entirely day in high heel, foot massage feels almost as unspoiled as sex. I was melting with pleasure. I was in heaven, and the best was yet to come.

After a piece I started to encounter with his globe and his resting snake. I felt the urge to hold it in my mouthpiece again. I squeezed it gently and circled my tongue around its heading. I flicked my lingua over its underside. I got down to his ballock and kissed them and licked them and sucked them. I licked my way back up his shaft. I gently kissed the tip of his putz and sucked it in and out. Within minutes, it was as unvoiced as a table leg. With his tool still in my backtalk, I turned around and straddled Mark, pushing my honey pot into his face. He knew what he had to do. While he was lapping my pussy, he rubbed my asshole with his fingerbreadth, increasing the atmospheric pressure, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clitoris got voiceless. I told him I wanted his stopcock in my pussy again.

He put a pillow under my coxa and started to take me from behind. My pussy was tighter now, so there was some unfermented nuisance at first. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to handle me heavy, and he obliged. I loved how his balls slapped my pussy with each push. He was rubbing and fingering my SOB with his ovolo, and the pillow was pressing on my clit. flat solid were rubbing my nipples. This was all awesome, but his dick, oh my God, his prick was hitting some sweetest speckle deeply inside me, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

coming came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My uterus was contracting, sending Wave after Wave of hug drug through my unanimous trunk. In my fancy I thought I could go on like this for hours, but the intensity was overwhelming. After maybe ten minutes I was exhausted and my flighty system was frying. I thought I was going to pass out. Then he pulled out, and I felt warm current of his ejaculate running down my ass and my back.

We fell asleep soon afterwards. He woke up maybe an hour later, dressed up quietly and left. I wasn't fully asleep, but I was pretending that I was. The flavour of guilt was starting to sneak in, as well as paranoia that my husband will somehow see out about this. Still, I did not repent what I did. Every woman deserves to be fucked this thoroughly at to the lowest degree once in her spirit. But I don't think I will ever try to cheat again. This will forever be my sweet, dirty secret. I never heard from scrape again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just pass by and nictate at him .