I'm a 40 year old woman from 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 verbalizer, so I apologize for mistakes. I just had to publish this down.

I think my husband and I have a practiced marriage. He has a stressful job and motivation to work long hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must bear been on a business trip or with some of his co-workers. While I got suspicious a twain of sentence, I never actually caught him or found any proof. I have always stayed fold to him.

I find my husband very attractive. He is four age my aged, tall and lean, queer and charming, and our sex is outstanding. He likes to go behind, and loves to eat my pussy. We spend a lot of time in 69, which I love. He also likes to lick my shit. No one has ever licked me back there before him. The first time he did it I felt embarrassed and self-aware, but also very stir. He assured me that I have a beautiful asshole and that it turns him on immensely. So, I soon learned to slow down and enjoy it. We don't do full anal, but sometimes I get down on all fours and he licks my ass, rubbing my kitty-cat and my clit at the same metre. I push back on his face and I can feel his spit probing my arse. I get wild orgasms, sometimes two or three in a row. It was with him that I discovered that I'm multiorgasmic. In fact, now one sexual climax is just not enough for me anymore ; I need at to the lowest degree two to feel fully satisfied.

Although I am very well-chosen with our sex life story, sometimes I would like to get my cunt pounded long and hard. My married man never does this to me, it's too intense for him and he needs to derive quickly if he pounds me arduous and tight. So, our sex is usually ho-hum and sensual, or a quickie. Also, although my husband is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his pecker was a bit longer, so he could reach even abstruse 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 opportunities to cheat on my husband even if I wanted to, but recently I changed my job. About three month ago, the house that I work for sent me on a business organization stumble to Germany. On the aeroplane I met a man from my land that was going to the same fair trade as me. He was tall, not as tall as my hubby, but to a greater extent muscular. He was much new 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 married. He was slightly bald, which I find form of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that stubble beard. I will call off him Mark.

Mark's aid flattered me, and my heart would take up to race when he touched my arm and my hand couple of times. He was rum and garrulous, and we had a pleasant flight. Unlike me, he has been on this trade many times before, so I accepted his offer that we visit it together. We stayed in different hotels, so we exchanged telephone numbers.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was happy to find that I got a way with a double bed, as I am used to slumber in a wide bed. That night in my way, 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 pair of fair sex's pantie. They were black and sexy, and I noticed a recollective snowy stain where secret parts have been. I immediately threw them in garbage, but this got me turned on.

I imagined how some unknown woman had sex on the same bed, perhaps just the night before. I pictured her lying on her back right where I was now, and how a man took her panties off and threw them over her chief. I wondered if he was well built and had a big peter. He must have been attractive to make her wet those panties so much. I imagined how aroused she was in expectation of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some stranger she had met that Nox. Soon I found myself fantasizing about Mark. I had to contact myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit shamed that I thought of Mark instead of my married man. I fell asleep with my deal in my panties, like I used to do when I was a teenaged girl.

Sure enough, Mark called me the next morning to tell me he was going to pick me up at my hotel. I took a exhibitor, brushed my chin-length hair, got dressed and put on my make-up. I'm a relatively diminished brunet ( 159 cm, 47 kg ), of East European descent with some eye Eastern genes. My bosom are 34B, and I think they look capital for my age. I work out regularly, so my ass is pretty shapely too. I wish my second joint and calfskin were a bit hard, but my hubby says my legs are perfect the way they are. While I still did not think anything was going to happen between me and chump, I was gladiolus that I took my mellow heel shoes with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and tire out them on bare pegleg. I felt sexy and confident in my suit and senior high school heels.

So, Mark picked me up and we went to the barter carnival. He was very elegant, and I felt some animal attraction towards him. There was something sexy in the way he walked, his presence. We spent some meter together. He walked me around, occasionally holding my hand. Several times he put his hand on my waist when we were in a gang. Then we had to portion for several hours and met again later.

We continued the eventide in a bar close to my hotel. After a few drinks we were clearly flirting, and I had already decided I was going to let him fuck me. His hired hand explored my knees and my thigh, getting under my skirt. The feeling of his hand on my bare legs was sending chill through my slit. A span of times he leaned so ending to me that I thought he was going to osculate me, but he didn't. I was tiptop horny and he must hold been aware of that.

When I suggested that it's getting late, he paid for the swallow 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 instinctive thing in the worldly concern. While we were walking down the hall to my room, his hired hand was on my ass. I was so call forth that my pegleg were trembling. I still could not believe this was happening.

As soon as we entered and I turned on the lights, he pressed me to the wall and kissed me passionately. I did not resist. His paw were all over me. He started to kiss my neck 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 sense my puss. He took off my pelage. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. I could already enjoin he had a big software package. I took off my bra, and he started to caress my breasts. He kissed and gently sucked my nipple, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my doll, and it slipped off my pelvic girdle to the floor. Now I was standing before him just in my pantie and high heels.

I was touching his wide chest and hard shoulders, and when he kissed my mouth 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 dick. It was semi-erect, but it was already a clenched fist foresightful than my husband's in full moon erecting. My legs involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to have it in me.

When I crouched to admire it and take it in my mouth, a most embarrassing thing happened to me. Since my stopping point childbirth my vesica command was not staring, and all the arousal and drink made me suffer control for a second ! I quickly pressed my private parts with my hand and squeezed my wooden leg, 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 ease myself. scar didn't wait for me to come out, and entered the toilet while I was peeing. His cock was still swinging from his trouser. I covered my face with my hands, thinking I would die of embarrassment.
"You must opine I'm an incontinent old granny !"I said. He kneeled in front of me and gently took down my bridge player.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a woman piss herself from excitement in presence of my cock ! Seriously, it's the comfortably compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a present moment. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a great kisser. My embarrassment started to fade and starve took over again. He was kneeling between my branch, caressing my articulatio genus. Slowly and lightly, over my interior second joint, his paw 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 swollen snatch, 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 deal, wet with my juice and pee, and licked his finger's breadth, saying"Mmm, I love your sweet nectar !"

He put a hand behind my back and picked me up from the bathroom seat as if I was a child. 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 pussycat with my bridge player. It's been Thomas More than fifteen years since I've shown it to any man except my hubby, and I was a bit self-conscious. 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 physical structure ?"I asked.
"You know I couldn't take my eyes off you since the moment I met you. I love how bantam you are ... You are gorgeous. Why don't you play with yourself for me, while I take off this suit ?"

Reluctantly, I started to touch myself. At outset it felt awkward, but watching him undress, I soon I let myself go. I caressed my boobs, lifted up my legs and pass around them, giving him a good look on my neatly trimmed snatch. I started to play with it. With sluttiness I never knew I had in me, I put my foot on the bed and lifted up my hips. I slowly moved my coxa 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 have liked the appearance, because his dick was now pointing upwards in all its glory. It was big, not crazy midst, but really long. He took off all his dress, and I could now require a in effect flavor at his defenseless mesomorphic body. 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 prototype of an alpha male, and I was glad he chose me as his cunt for this night.

Without a word he came closer, put his hired hand under my ass and buried his face between my leg. He was munching, and sucking, and licking, and thrusting his lingua deep inside me. Soon, his totally aspect was wet with my dearest succus. Just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. He took my wooden leg and lifted them over my head word. He spanked my pussy with his shaft a mates of times, and then started to rub my lips, first with its shaft, and then with its head. I felt it slide in circles, near and closer to the entrance, increasing the pressure. He wasn't wearing a prophylactic, and I asked him to be measured because I don't take contraceptives. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to interpenetrate me. I was so open and lubricated by now that it didn't detriment. It was perfect XTC. After various placate thrusting he managed to push it all the way in. I could feel his dick 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 consequence, enjoying the sensation. Then he started to thrust, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I'm nearly always forte during sex. I moan loudly and there is niggling I can do about it, except to try to muffle it somehow. But after just about dozen thrusting of this mighty putz, a powerful coming made me scream so loud that everybody in the hotel must have heard me. And it kept going on and on, as he kept pounding faster and faster. I was holding my tit and squeezing my nipples. Two or three moment later another strong orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his prick on my bastard. It felt good, but I told him to not try to get in. Full anal sex has never been really comfortable for me even with a smaller dick, and I was indisputable this kraken would pluck something inside me.

I turned around and gave him head instead. My oral fissure is small so it was a tight fit, but I have a lot of recitation. I love to possess my verbalise wide-cut of hawkshaw, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My kitty-cat was still throbbing as I played with his balls and jerked his tool, glutinous with my erotic love cream. Pretty soon I felt his egg getting harder and my oral cavity fill with his salty pre-cum. When he told me he was going to explode, I took him even deeper in my mouth and sucked as concentrated as I could. He released his encumbrance down my throat, holding my head word and groaning like a bear.

We collapsed on the bed. He told me how amazing I was. After a few minutes I took off my shoes. He started to knead my feet and my calves. Let me differentiate you, after a whole day in high gear heels, foot massage feels almost as good as sex. I was melting with pleasure. I was in heaven, and the substantially was yet to come.

After a while I started to make for with his clod and his resting snake. I felt the urge to take it in my mouth again. I squeezed it gently and circled my tongue around its head. I flicked my clapper over its undersurface. I got down to his balls and kissed them and licked them and sucked them. I licked my way back up his shaft. I gently kissed the tip of his cock and sucked it in and out. Within minutes, it was as laborious as a table leg. With his dick still in my mouth, I turned around and straddled marker, pushing my honey pot into his look. He knew what he had to do. While he was lapping my pussy, he rubbed my arse with his digit, increasing the pressure sensation, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clit got hard. I told him I wanted his tool in my puss again.

He put a pillow under my pelvic arch and started to take me from behind. My slit was tighter now, so there was some odoriferous pain at inaugural. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to plow me severely, and he obliged. I loved how his balls slapped my pussy with each thrust. He was rubbing and fingering my asshole with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my clit. Sheets were rubbing my mamilla. This was all amazing, but his dick, oh my God, his pecker was hitting some sweetest spot deep inside me, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

climax came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My uterus was contracting, sending moving ridge after waving of ecstasy through my unanimous consistency. In my fantasies I thought I could go on like this for hours, but the saturation was overwhelming. After maybe ten minutes I was exhausted and my unquiet system of rules was frying. I thought I was going to conk out. Then he pulled out, and I felt quick streams of his seminal fluid 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 benumbed, but I was pretending that I was. The feeling of guilt was starting to creep in, as well as paranoia that my married man will somehow receive out about this. Still, I did not regret what I did. Every cleaning lady deserves to be fucked this thoroughly at least once in her life. But I don't think I will ever try to cheat again. This will forever be my sweet, dirty secret. I never heard from fall guy again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just pass by and wink at him .