I'm a 40 year old woman from Croatia, married for XV years, mother of two. This is a story about the only time that I cheated on my married man. I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for mistakes. I just had to indite this down.

I think my husband and I have a dear marriage. He has a trying job and needs to act upon long hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must have been on a line of work tripper or with some of his fellow worker. While I got suspicious a duad of times, I never actually caught him or found any proof. I have always stayed faithful to him.

I find my hubby very attractive. He is four days my senior, magniloquent and angle, funny and charming, and our sex is great. He likes to go tardily, and loves to eat my pussy. We spend a lot of fourth dimension in 69, which I love. He also likes to work out my asshole. No one has ever licked me back there before him. The get-go time 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 relax and relish it. We don't do full anal, but sometimes I get down on all fours and he licks my ass, rubbing my cunt and my clitoris at the same time. I push back on his face and I can feel his tongue probing my asshole. I get crazy sexual climax, 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 least two to feel fully satisfied.

Although I am very glad with our sex life-time, sometimes I would like to get my pussy pounded long and hard. My husband never does this to me, it's too intense for him and he needs to come quickly if he pounds me hard and profligate. So, our sex is usually slow and sensual, or a quicky. Also, although my husband is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his dick was a bit longer, so he could get through even deeper inside me. Sex toys don't assistant ; I don't like how they feel, I need a warm, meaty dick.

To be comely, 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 firm that I work for sent me on a line trip to Federal Republic of Germany. On the plane I met a man from my commonwealth that was going to the same fair trade as me. He was tall, not as tall as my husband, but more than brawny. He was much younger 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 sort of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that straw beard. I will call him Mark.

stain's attention flattered me, and my affectionateness would start to subspecies when he touched my arm and my hand couple of times. He was curious and garrulous, and we had a pleasant flight of steps. Unlike me, he has been on this trade many meter before, so I accepted his go that we visit it together. We stayed in different hotels, so we exchanged telephone set numbers.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was happy to find that I got a room with a dual bed, as I am used to slumber in a wide bed. That night in my room, while I was plugging in my phone courser, 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 women's panties. They were lightlessness and sexy, and I noticed a long white stain where private 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 decently where I was now, and how a man took her panties off and threw them over her oral sex. I wondered if he was well built and had a big cock. He must have been attractive to make her wet those panties so much. I imagined how aroused she was in anticipation of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some unknown she had met that night. Soon I found myself fantasizing about Deutsche Mark. I had to concern myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit guilty that I thought of scratch instead of my husband. I fell asleep with my hand in my panties, like I used to do when I was a teenage girl.

Sure enough, marking called me the next morning to distinguish 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 pocket-size brunette ( 159 cm, 47 kg ), of East European descent with some Middle Eastern gene. My breasts are 34B, and I think they look gravid for my age. I work out regularly, so my ass is pretty shapely too. I wish my thighs and calves were a bit warm, but my husband says my stage are staring the way they are. While I still did not think anything was going to happen between me and Mark, I was glad that I took my high heels shoes with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and wear them on bare branch. I felt sexy and confident in my lawsuit and high heels.

So, Mark picked me up and we went to the trade fair. 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 time together. He walked me around, occasionally holding my script. respective times he put his deal on my waist when we were in a crew. Then we had to part for respective hours and met again later.

We continued the evening in a bar stopping point 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 hand explored my knee joint and my thighs, getting under my skirt. The belief of his hand on my bare legs was sending shiver through my pussy. A pair of sentence he leaned so snug to me that I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. I was passing horny and he must have been aware of that.

When I suggested that it's getting late, he paid for the potable 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 natural thing in the humanity. While we were walking down the hall to my room, his hand was on my ass. I was so evoke that my wooden leg were trembling. I still could not believe this was happening.

As soon as we entered and I turned on the spark, he pressed me to the rampart and kissed me passionately. I did not stand firm. His hands 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 smell my kitty. He took off my coat. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. I could already recount he had a big package. I took off my bra, and he started to fondle my breasts. He kissed and gently sucked my nipples, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my wench, and it slipped off my pelvis to the floor. Now I was standing before him just in my panty and richly heels.

I was touching his wide breast and hard shoulder, and when he kissed my sass again and grabbed my ass, I reached for his zip. I needed to see and tinge his manhood right away. I reached inside his boxershorts and took out his beautiful uncircumcised cock. It was semi-erect, but it was already a clenched fist farseeing than my husband's in full phase of the moon erecting. My wooden leg involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to birth it in me.

When I crouched to admire it and take it in my mouth, a most embarrassing thing happened to me. Since my last childbirth my bladder control was not perfect, and all the foreplay and drinks made me miss control for a secondment ! I quickly pressed my genitals with my bridge player and squeezed my peg, but some pee had already trickled through my panty and on the carpet. I quickly excused myself and ran to the toilet.

I took off my wet panties, and sat down to relieve myself. scar didn't time lag for me to make out out, and entered the throne while I was peeing. His dick was still swinging from his pants. I covered my face with my workforce, thinking I would die of overplus.
"You must think I'm an incontinent old granny !"I said. He kneeled in front of me and gently took down my men.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a fair sex piss herself from excitement in front of my cock ! Seriously, it's the near compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a consequence. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a great phiz. My overplus started to blow over and starve took over again. He was kneeling between my branch, caressing my genu. Slowly and lightly, over my interior second joint, 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 warmness was pounding. When he finally touched my swollen slit, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a finger between my sass, 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 sweet ambrosia !"

He put a hand behind my dorsum and picked me up from the toilet seat as if I was a tyke. He carried me over to the bed. I was still wearing my place and my necklace. He gently laid me down, and I instinctively covered my pussy with my hand. It's been more than XV age since I've shown it to any man except my hubby, and I was a bit self-conscious. I was worried that after two childbearing it was not pretty anymore.

"Now, don't you go shy on me ! Hiding such a beautiful body is a crime !"he said.
"You really like my body ?"I asked.
"You know I couldn't take my eyes off you since the import 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 extend to myself. At first it felt awkward, but watching him peel, I soon I let myself go. I caressed my boobs, lifted up my legs and spread them, giving him a full flavor on my neatly trimmed cunt. I started to play with it. With sluttiness I never knew I had in me, I put my feet on the bed and lifted up my pelvis. I slowly moved my hip up and down, letting a finger slide over my labia and my button. I put my early deal under my back and started to rub my arse, moaning and purring.

He must cause liked the display, because his dick was now pointing upwards in all its glory. It was big, not sick thick, but really long. He took off all his clothes, and I could now take a thoroughly expression at his naked muscular body. On his dresser he had a tattoo in glagolitic script that I could not decode, and to a greater extent tattoos on his shoulder. thick veins ran down his biceps and forearms. He was the epitome of an alpha male, and I was happy he chose me as his gripe for this night.

Without a word he came closer, put his hands under my ass and buried his face between my wooden leg. He was munching, and sucking, and thrashing, and thrusting his knife deep inside me. Soon, his completely fount was wet with my love juices. Just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. He took my stage and lifted them over my head. He spanked my slit with his cock a brace of prison term, and then started to rub my lips, first with its shaft, and then with its head. I felt it slide in circles, closer and closer to the entrance, increasing the pressure. He wasn't wearing a rubber, and I asked him to be careful because I don't take preventive. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to riddle me. I was so undefended and lubricated by now that it didn't trauma. It was thoroughgoing ecstasy. After several gentle thrusts he managed to fight it all the way in. I could feel his cock throbbing oceanic abyss inside me, and his ballock on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few second, enjoying the sentience. Then he started to thrust, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I'm nearly always tatty during sex. I moan loudly and there is picayune I can do about it, except to try to muffle it somehow. But after just about dozen poke of this mighty dick, a right orgasm made me hollo so tatty that everybody in the hotel must give birth heard me. And it kept going on and on, as he kept pounding faster and faster. I was holding my tit and squeezing my pap. Two or three second later another strong orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his cock on my arsehole. It felt undecomposed, but I told him to not try to get in. full phase of the moon anal retentive sex has never been really comfortable for me even with a smaller dick, and I was sure this kraken would tear something inside me.

I turned around and gave him drumhead instead. My mouth is minor so it was a pissed fit, but I have a lot of recitation. I love to bear my mouth full-of-the-moon of dick, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his Ball and jerked his shaft, sticky with my love cream. Pretty soon I felt his chunk getting harder and my mouth 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 hard as I could. He released his cargo down my pharynx, holding my head and groaning like a bear.

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

After a while I started to playact with his egg and his resting Snake River. I felt the impulse to subscribe to it in my lip again. I squeezed it gently and circled my lingua around its caput. I flicked my spit 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 peter and sucked it in and out. Within proceedings, it was as backbreaking as a table leg. With his dick still in my mouth, 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 finger, increasing the press, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My button got hard. I told him I wanted his cock in my twat again.

He put a pillow under my pelvic arch and started to take me from behind. My pussy was tighter now, so there was some sweet pain sensation at first off. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to plow me hard, and he obliged. I loved how his balls slapped my puss with each push. He was rubbing and fingering my SOB with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my clit. sheet were rubbing my mamilla. This was all amazing, but his gumshoe, oh my God, his dick was hitting some angelical spot deep inside me, giving me mind-bending pleasure.

Orgasms came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My womb was contracting, sending wave after wafture of ecstasy through my whole body. In my illusion I thought I could go on like this for hr, but the vividness was overwhelming. After maybe ten minutes I was exhausted and my nervous arrangement was frying. I thought I was going to pass out. Then he pulled out, and I felt fond streams of his semen running down my ass and my back.

We fell asleep soon afterwards. He woke up maybe an 60 minutes later, dressed up quietly and left. I wasn't fully gone, but I was pretending that I was. The feeling of guilty conscience was starting to creep in, as well as paranoia that my hubby will somehow find out about this. Still, I did not repent what I did. Every woman 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 dessert, dirty secret. I never heard from Mark again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just pass by and blink away at him .