I'm a 40 yr old woman from Croatia, married for fifteen year, mother of two. This is a story about the but time that I cheated on my husband. I'm not a native English Speaker, so I apologize for mistake. I just had to write this down.

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

I find my married man very attractive. He is four years my senior, marvellous and lean, peculiar and charming, and our sex is bully. He likes to go slow, and loves to eat my pussy. We spend a lot of time in 69, which I love. He also likes to lick my asshole. No one has ever licked me back there before him. The first clock time he did it I felt humiliated and self-conscious, but also very excited. He assured me that I have a beautiful son of a bitch and that it turns him on immensely. So, I soon learned to relax and enjoy it. We don't do full-of-the-moon anal, but sometimes I get down on all four-spot and he licks my ass, rubbing my pussy and my clit at the Saame clock time. I push back on his face and I can feel his tongue probing my asshole. 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 climax is just not enough for me anymore ; I need at least two to palpate fully satisfied.

Although I am very happy with our sex lifetime, sometimes I would like to get my kitty-cat pounded long and hard. My husband never does this to me, it's too intense for him and he needs to do quickly if he pounds me arduous and fast. 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 reach even cryptic inside me. Sex toys don't help ; I don't like how they feel, I need a quick, meaty dick.

To be fair, I've never had many opportunity to wander on my husband 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 concern trip-up to Germany. On the airplane I met a man from my country that was going to the Lapplander fair trade as me. He was tall, not as tall as my hubby, 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 espouse. He was slightly bald, which I find variety of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that stubble beard. I will name him Mark.

bell ringer's attention flattered me, and my middle would begin to backwash when he touched my arm and my hired hand couple of times. He was funny and talkative, and we had a pleasant trajectory. Unlike me, he has been on this trade many fourth dimension before, so I accepted his pass 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 obtain that I got a room with a double bed, as I am used to sleep in a across-the-board bed. That night in my way, 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 duet of char's panties. They were black and aphrodisiacal, and I noticed a prospicient T. H. White grime where private role have been. I immediately threw them in garbage, but this got me turned on.

I imagined how some unidentified woman had sex on the same bed, perhaps just the Nox before. I pictured her lying on her back right hand where I was now, and how a man took her panties off and threw them over her head. I wondered if he was well built and had a big hammer. He must have been attractive to hit her wet those pantie so a good deal. I imagined how aroused she was in anticipation of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some stranger she had met that night. Soon I found myself fantasizing about scratch. I had to adjoin myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit guilty that I thought of Mark instead of my hubby. I fell asleep with my hired hand in my panties, like I used to do when I was a teenage girl.

Sure enough, print called me the succeeding morning to tell me he was going to peck me up at my hotel. I took a rain shower, brushed my chin-length hair, got dressed and put on my make-up. I'm a relatively small brunette ( 159 cm, 47 kg ), of East European stock with some Middle Eastern cistron. My bosom 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 thighs and calfskin were a bit stronger, but my married man says my legs are complete the way they are. While I still did not think anything was going to bump between me and fall guy, I was glad that I took my high heels shoes with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and fall apart them on bare stage. I felt sexy and confident in my suit and high heels.

So, Mark picked me up and we went to the trade bazaar. He was very refined, and I felt some fauna attractive force 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 hand. Several metre he put his hand on my waist when we were in a crowd. Then we had to region for several hours and met again later.

We continued the evening in a bar conclusion to my hotel. After a few deglutition 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 second joint, getting under my skirt. The feeling of his hand on my bare stage was sending tingles through my puss. A couple of times he leaned so close up to me that I thought he was going to snog me, but he didn't. I was super horny and he must have been aware 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 raw matter in the humankind. While we were walking down the hall to my room, his handwriting was on my ass. I was so wake up that my legs were trembling. I still could not trust this was happening.

As soon as we entered and I turned on the lights, he pressed me to the bulwark and kissed me passionately. I did not resist. His hands 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 gasp. I could already tell he had a big package. I took off my bra, and he started to fondle my breasts. He kissed and gently sucked my teat, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my wench, and it slipped off my hip joint to the level. Now I was standing before him just in my panties and gamy heels.

I was touching his wide dresser and hard shoulder, and when he kissed my sassing again and snap up my ass, I reached for his zip fastener. I needed to see and touch his manhood right away. I reached inside his boxers and took out his beautiful uncircumcised putz. It was semi-erect, but it was already a fist longer than my husband's in full erection. My legs involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to cause it in me.

When I crouched to admire it and ingest it in my mouth, a most stymy thing happened to me. Since my death vaginal birth my bladder control was not double-dyed, and all the foreplay and drink made me lose control for a sec ! I quickly pressed my crotch with my script and squeezed my branch, 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 panty, and sat down to unbosom myself. Gospel According to Mark didn't wait for me to come out, and entered the toilet while I was peeing. His dick was still swinging from his knickers. I covered my face with my hired man, thinking I would die of embarrassment.
"You must think I'm an incontinent old granny !"I said. He kneeled in battlefront of me and gently took down my hands.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a woman piss herself from excitement in nominal head of my cock ! Seriously, it's the best compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a bit. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a great kisser. My embarrassment started to pass off and crave took over again. He was kneeling between my ramification, caressing my stifle. Slowly and lightly, over my inside 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 heart was pounding. When he finally touched my swollen puss, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a digit between my lips, and slowly slid it upwards and over my clit.
He took out his helping hand, wet with my succus and pee, and licked his finger, saying"Mmm, I love your sweet ambrosia !"

He put a hand behind my back and picked me up from the potty seat as if I was a child. He carried me over to the bed. I was still wearing my skid and my necklace. He gently laid me down, and I instinctively covered my twat with my script. It's been more than xv years since I've shown it to any man except my husband, 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 offense !"he said.
"You really like my trunk ?"I asked.
"You know I couldn't take my eyes off you since the moment 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 case ?"

Reluctantly, I started to touch myself. At first it felt awkward, but watching him undress, I soon I let myself go. I caressed my dummy, lifted up my stage and propagate them, giving him a good look on my neatly trimmed slit. I started to play with it. With sluttiness I never knew I had in me, I put my base on the bed and lifted up my rosehip. I slowly moved my hips up and down, letting a digit microscope slide over my labia and my clitoris. I put my other helping hand under my back and started to rub my asshole, moaning and purring.

He must have got liked the appearance, because his dick was now pointing upwards in all its resplendence. It was big, not half-baked thick, but really long. He took off all his wearing apparel, and I could now hire a good look at his raw brawny body. On his thorax he had a tattoo in glagolitic script that I could not decipher, and more tattoos on his shoulders. midst veins ran down his biceps and forearms. He was the epitome of an alpha male, and I was glad he chose me as his kick for this night.

Without a Christian Bible he came closer, put his hands under my ass and buried his face between my wooden leg. He was munching, and suction, and licking, and thrusting his glossa trench inside me. Soon, his completely face was wet with my dear juices. Just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. He took my branch and lifted them over my head. He spanked my twat with his cock a couple of clip, and then started to rub my mouth, first with its beam of light, and then with its head. I felt it slide in circles, close and closer to the entree, increasing the pressure. He wasn't wearing a prophylactic, and I asked him to be deliberate because I don't take preventative. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to penetrate me. I was so open and lubricated by now that it didn't hurt. It was pure ecstasy. After several entitle jab he managed to push it all the way in. I could palpate his cock throbbing recondite inside me, and his balls on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few second, enjoying the ace. Then he started to thrust, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I'm nearly always loud during sex. I moan loudly and there is little I can do about it, except to try to mute it somehow. But after just about dozen thrusts of this mighty dick, a potent coming made me scream so meretricious that everybody in the hotel must induce heard me. And it kept going on and on, as he kept pounding faster and faster. I was holding my breasts and squeezing my pap. Two or three minutes later another strong orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his tool on my shit. It felt serious, but I told him to not try to get in. Full anal sex has never been really comfortable for me even with a lowly pecker, and I was surely this kraken would buck something inside me.

I turned around and gave him head instead. My sassing is small so it was a tight fit, but I have a lot of exercise. I love to own my backtalk full of cock, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his musket ball and jerked his irradiation, sticky with my love cream. Pretty soon I felt his formal 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 intemperately as I could. He released his warhead down my pharynx, holding my forefront and groaning like a bear.

We collapsed on the bed. He told me how awful I was. After a few minute I took off my shoes. He started to massage my feet and my calves. Let me tell you, after a unhurt day in high heels, foot massage feels almost as good as sex. I was melting with pleasure. I was in paradise, and the best was yet to come.

After a while I started to play with his lump and his resting snake. I felt the urge to take it in my oral cavity again. I squeezed it gently and circled my tongue around its head. I flicked my tongue 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 pecker and sucked it in and out. Within moment, it was as hard as a table leg. With his dick still in my rima oris, I turned around and straddled Mark, pushing my beloved pot into his face. He knew what he had to do. While he was lapping my pussy, he rubbed my arse with his digit, increasing the pressure, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clit got difficult. I told him I wanted his cock in my kitty-cat again.

He put a pillow under my hips and started to take me from behind. My cunt was tighter now, so there was some sweet infliction at first of all. I felt every column inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to deal me hard, and he obliged. I loved how his Ball slapped my pussy with each thrust. He was rubbing and fingering my asshole with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my clit. canvass were rubbing my nipples. This was all baffle, but his dick, oh my God, his tool was hitting some angelic spot deep inside me, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

climax came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My womb was contracting, sending wave after waving of ecstasy through my whole body. In my fantasies I thought I could go on like this for hours, but the intensity was overwhelming. After maybe ten minute I was exhausted and my nervous system 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 hour later, dressed up quietly and left. I wasn't fully asleep, but I was pretending that I was. The notion of guilt was starting to cringe in, as well as paranoia that my husband will somehow find out about this. Still, I did not regret what I did. Every woman deserves to be fucked this thoroughly at to the lowest degree once in her life. But I don't think I will ever try to chouse again. This will forever be my sweet, dirty arcanum. I never heard from Mark again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just crack by and wink at him .