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

I think my husband and I have a good marriage. He has a nerve-racking job and want to work farsighted hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must get been on a business sector slip or with some of his co-workers. While I got suspicious a couple of times, 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 years my senior, tall and run, funny and charming, and our sex is great. He likes to go slow, and loves to eat my pussy. We spend a lot of meter in 69, which I love. He also likes to lick my motherfucker. No one has ever licked me back there before him. The first time he did it I felt embarrassed and self-conscious, but also very excite. He assured me that I have a beautiful bastard and that it turns him on immensely. So, I soon learned to relax and enjoy it. We don't do full anal, but sometimes I get down on all fours and he licks my ass, rubbing my snatch and my clit at the Sami clock time. I push back on his face and I can feel his tongue probing my motherfucker. I get crazy orgasm, 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 spirit, sometimes I would like to get my kitty 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 riotous. So, our sex is usually slow and fleshly, or a band aid. Also, although my married man is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his gumshoe was a bit longer, so he could strain even deeper 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 husband even if I wanted to, but recently I changed my job. About three calendar month ago, the firm that I work for sent me on a business slip to Germany. On the plane I met a man from my rural area that was going to the Sami fair trade as me. He was tall, not as tall as my husband, but Sir Thomas More hefty. He was much younger than me ( 31, as I found out later ), but I could differentiate that he liked me, although I told him right away that I am hook up with. He was slightly bald, which I find kind of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that stubble face fungus. I will call him Mark.

stigma's attention flattered me, and my heart would set off to race when he touched my arm and my hand couple of times. He was funny and talkative, and we had a pleasant flight. Unlike me, he has been on this barter many times before, so I accepted his offer that we visit it together. We stayed in dissimilar hotels, so we exchanged phone numbers.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was happy to find that I got a room with a double bed, as I am used to slumber in a wide-eyed 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 pair of women's panties. They were black and sexy, and I noticed a long white stain where private region have been. I immediately threw them in garbage, but this got me turned on.

I imagined how some nameless cleaning woman had sex on the like bed, perhaps just the dark before. I pictured her lying on her back mightily where I was now, and how a man took her panties off and threw them over her headland. 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 he-man. Perhaps he was some stranger she had met that night. Soon I found myself fantasizing about score. I had to allude myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit guilty that I thought of Deutsche Mark instead of my husband. I fell asleep with my hired man in my step-in, like I used to do when I was a teenage girl.

Sure enough, Mark called me the next morning to enjoin me he was going to find fault me up at my hotel. I took a shower, brushed my chin-length hair, got dressed and put on my make-up. I'm a relatively modest brunette ( 159 cm, 47 kg ), of East European stock with some Middle Eastern cistron. My titty 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 stronger, but my husband says my legs are gross the way they are. While I still did not guess anything was going to hap between me and Saint Mark, I was glad that I took my heights heels brake shoe with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and wear them on bare legs. I felt sexy and confident in my suit and high heels.

So, print 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 hand. Several clip he put his hand on my waist when we were in a crowd. Then we had to part for various hours and met again later.

We continued the even in a bar close to my hotel. After a few drinks we were clearly mash, and I had already decided I was going to let him fuck me. His hand explored my human knee and my thighs, getting under my skirt. The feel of his hand on my bare legs was sending tingles through my pussy. A couplet of fourth dimension he leaned so close to me that I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. I was super horny and he must have been mindful of that.

When I suggested that it's getting late, he paid for the boozing 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 born thing in the macrocosm. While we were walking down the residence hall to my elbow room, his hand was on my ass. I was so aroused that my stage 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 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 wonderment I did, I was so wet that he could probably smell my pussy. He took off my coating. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bump in his pants. I could already tell he had a big package. I took off my bra, and he started to fondle my tit. He kissed and gently sucked my pap, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my wench, and it slipped off my hips to the flooring. Now I was standing before him just in my step-in and highschool heels.

I was touching his wide-eyed breast and voiceless shoulders, and when he kissed my sass 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 longer than my husband's in full hard-on. My legs involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to have it in me.

When I crouched to admire it and take it in my sassing, a most embarrassing thing happened to me. Since my concluding childbirth my bladder control was not arrant, and all the arousal and drinks made me lose control for a arcsecond ! I quickly pressed my privates with my helping hand and squeezed my peg, but some pee had already trickled through my pantie 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. Mark didn't time lag for me to fare out, and entered the toilet while I was peeing. His prick was still swinging from his pants. I covered my face with my hands, thinking I would die of embarrassment.
"You must conceive I'm an incontinent old nan !"I said. He kneeled in social movement of me and gently took down my hired man.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a cleaning lady piss herself from exhilaration in front of my cock ! Seriously, it's the just compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a moment. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a great physiognomy. My overplus started to fade and lust took over again. He was kneeling between my legs, caressing my knee. Slowly and lightly, over my inner 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 swollen snatch, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a finger between my sassing, and slowly slid it upwards and over my clit.
He took out his script, wet with my succus and pee, and licked his fingerbreadth, saying"Mmm, I love your unfermented nectar !"

He put a mitt behind my rachis and picked me up from the lavatory seat as if I was a child. He carried me over to the bed. I was still wearing my horseshoe and my necklace. He gently laid me down, and I instinctively covered my pussy with my mitt. 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 accouchement 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 dead body ?"I asked.
"You know I couldn't take my eyes off you since the moment I met you. I love how lilliputian 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 for the first time it felt awkward, but watching him peel, I soon I let myself go. I caressed my boobs, lifted up my peg and circularize them, giving him a commodity feeling on my neatly trimmed kitty. I started to meet 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 coxa up and down, letting a finger's breadth microscope slide over my labia and my clit. I put my former script under my binding and started to rub my asshole, moaning and purring.

He must consume liked the show, because his hawkshaw was now pointing upwards in all its nimbus. It was big, not unbalanced midst, but really long. He took off all his clothes, and I could now take a dependable look at his naked sinewy body. On his chest he had a tattoo in glagolitic script that I could not decipher, and more tattoos on his shoulder joint. thick 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 bitch for this night.

Without a countersign he came closer, put his hands under my ass and buried his face between my legs. He was munching, and suck, and drubbing, and thrusting his clapper deep inside me. Soon, his whole aspect was wet with my love succus. Just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. He took my legs and lifted them over my question. He spanked my slit with his stopcock a couple of times, and then started to rub my lips, first with its ray, and then with its head. I felt it slide in circles, nearer and closer to the entrance, increasing the pressure. He wasn't wearing a rubber, and I asked him to be deliberate because I don't take contraceptives. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to penetrate me. I was so undetermined and lubricated by now that it didn't hurt. It was pure hug drug. After several gentle push he managed to push it all the way in. I could feel his rooster throbbing trench inside me, and his clod on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few here and now, enjoying the esthesis. 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 muffle it somehow. But after just about dozen thrusts of this mighty dick, a mighty climax made me scream so aloud that everybody in the hotel must own heard me. And it kept going on and on, as he kept pounding faster and faster. I was holding my breasts and squeezing my nipples. Two or three minutes later another strong orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his cock on my cocksucker. It felt respectable, but I told him to not try to get in. full-of-the-moon anal sex has never been really comfy for me even with a belittled cock, and I was for sure this kraken would displume something inside me.

I turned around and gave him promontory instead. My mouth is small so it was a tight fit, but I have a lot of practice. I love to have my sassing replete of dick, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his balls and jerked his shaft, muggy with my dearest cream. Pretty soon I felt his formal getting harder and my back talk 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 arduous as I could. He released his payload down my pharynx, holding my drumhead and groaning like a bear.

We collapsed on the bed. He told me how stupefy I was. After a few minutes I took off my horseshoe. He started to knead my feet and my calves. Let me tell you, after a altogether day in gamey heel, foot massage feels almost as ripe as sex. I was melting with pleasance. I was in Heaven, and the best was yet to come.

After a while I started to play with his formal and his resting snake. I felt the urge to take it in my mouth again. I squeezed it gently and circled my clapper around its header. I flicked my tongue over its undersurface. I got down to his nut and kissed them and licked them and sucked them. I licked my way back up his beam. I gently kissed the tip of his cock and sucked it in and out. Within minutes, it was as hard as a tabular array leg. With his dick still in my mouth, I turned around and straddled stigma, pushing my dear pot into his expression. He knew what he had to do. While he was lapping my pussycat, he rubbed my prick with his finger, increasing the pressure, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clitoris got backbreaking. I told him I wanted his cock in my twat again.

He put a pillow under my hips and started to take me from behind. My pussy was tighter now, so there was some odorous pain at first. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to plow me hard, and he obliged. I loved how his globe slapped my pussy with each thrust. He was rubbing and fingering my asshole with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my clitoris. rag were rubbing my mamilla. This was all amazing, but his prick, oh my God, his pecker was hitting some sweetest pip bass inside me, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

Orgasms came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My womb was contracting, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through my whole consistency. In my phantasy I thought I could go on like this for time of day, but the loudness 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 up 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 departed, but I was pretending that I was. The feeling of guilt was starting to creep in, as well as paranoia that my husband will somehow find out about this. Still, I did not regret what I did. Every adult female deserves to be fucked this thoroughly at least once in her life. But I don't think I will ever try to screw again. This will forever be my sweet, dirty secret. I never heard from home run again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just pass by and wink at him .