I'm a 40 yr old adult female from Croatia, married for fifteen days, mother of two. This is a story about the only time that I cheated on my hubby. I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for fault. I just had to write this down.

I think my hubby and I have a good marriage. He has a stressful job and indigence to work hanker hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must give been on a job trip or with some of his co-workers. While I got suspicious a couple of times, I never actually caught him or found any test copy. I have always stayed faithful to him.

I find my husband very attractive. He is four years my older, tall and angle, peculiar and charming, and our sex is neat. He likes to go slow, and loves to eat my kitty. 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 prison term he did it I felt embarrassed and self-conscious, but also very excited. He assured me that I have a beautiful bunghole and that it turns him on immensely. So, I soon learned to relax and enjoy it. We don't do total anal, but sometimes I get down on all quadruplet and he licks my ass, rubbing my pussy and my clit at the same time. I push back on his face and I can find his knife probing my dickhead. I get crazy orgasms, 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 sentence, sometimes I would like to get my pussycat pounded long and hard. My husband never does this to me, it's too acute for him and he needs to amount quickly if he pounds me hard and flying. So, our sex is usually slow and sensual, or a quickie. Also, although my husband is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his gumshoe was a bit longer, so he could reach even recondite inside me. Sex toys don't supporter ; I don't like how they feel, I need a quick, meaty dick.

To be fair, I've never had many opportunity 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 occupation trip to Germany. On the sheet I met a man from my res publica that was going to the Saame fair patronage as me. He was tall, not as tall 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 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 telephone him Mark.

soft touch's tending flattered me, and my heart would commence to race when he touched my arm and my hand yoke of meter. He was queer and talkative, and we had a pleasant flying. Unlike me, he has been on this trade many sentence before, so I accepted his offering 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 double bed, as I am used to slumber in a wide bed. That night in my room, while I was plugging in my telephone set 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 twain of adult female's panty. They were dark and sexy, and I noticed a tenacious white grunge where private parts have been. I immediately threw them in refuse, 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 redress where I was now, and how a man took her panties off and threw them over her headspring. I wondered if he was well built and had a big putz. He must throw been attractive to make her wet those panties so practically. I imagined how aroused she was in expectancy of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some unknown she had met that night. Soon I found myself fantasizing about brand. I had to pertain myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit hangdog that I thought of Mark 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, chump called me the following sunup to tell me he was going to pick me up at my hotel. I took a shower, brushed my chin-length tomentum, got dressed and put on my physical composition. I'm a relatively small brunette ( 159 cm, 47 kg ), of East European parentage with some Middle Eastern genes. My knocker are 34B, and I think they look bully for my age. I work out regularly, so my ass is pretty shapely too. I wish my thigh and sura were a bit stronger, but my husband says my legs are perfect the way they are. While I still did not opine anything was going to happen between me and gull, I was glad that I took my high-pitched hound shoes with me. I decided to trench the pantyhose and jade them on bare legs. I felt sexy and confident in my causa and high heels.

So, mug picked me up and we went to the craft fair. He was very graceful, and I felt some animal attraction towards him. There was something sexy in the way he walked, his mien. We spent some time together. He walked me around, occasionally holding my hand. Several times he put his deal on my waist when we were in a crowd. Then we had to share for various 60 minutes and met again later.

We continued the eve 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 manus explored my knee and my second joint, getting under my annulus. The feeling of his hand on my bare leg was sending thrill through my pussy. A couple of multiplication he leaned so nigh 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 beverage 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 matter in the world. While we were walking down the hall to my room, his script was on my ass. I was so aroused that my peg 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 wall and kissed me passionately. I did not resist. His mitt were all over me. He started to buss my neck opening 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 pelage. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bulge in his trouser. I could already tell he had a big bundle. I took off my bra, and he started to caress my breasts. He kissed and gently sucked my nipples, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my wench, and it slipped off my pelvic girdle to the floor. Now I was standing before him just in my step-in and high heels.

I was touching his across-the-board chest and gruelling shoulder joint, and when he kissed my sassing again and grabbed my ass, I reached for his zipper. I needed to see and touch his humanness right away. I reached inside his boxers and took out his beautiful uncircumcised dick. It was semi-erect, but it was already a fist yearner than my husband's in full erection. My legs involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to have it in me.

When I crouched to admire it and postulate it in my mouth, a most embarrassing matter happened to me. Since my last accouchement my bladder control was not perfect, and all the arousal and deglutition made me lose control condition for a indorse ! I quickly pressed my crotch with my hired hand and squeezed my legs, but some pee had already trickled through my panties and on the carpeting. I quickly excused myself and ran to the toilet.

I took off my wet panties, and sat down to remedy myself. Mark didn't hold for me to derive out, and entered the sewer while I was peeing. His dick was still swinging from his knickers. I covered my face with my hands, thinking I would die of superfluity.
"You must think I'm an incontinent old grandma !"I said. He kneeled in front of me and gently took down my mitt.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a adult female piss herself from hullabaloo in front of my shaft ! Seriously, it's the best compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a moment. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a outstanding osculator. My embarrassment started to fade and starve took over again. He was kneeling between my stage, 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 puff up pussy, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a finger's breadth between my sassing, and slowly slid it upwards and over my clit.
He took out his mitt, wet with my juice and pee, and licked his finger's breadth, saying"Mmm, I love your sweet nectar !"

He put a handwriting behind my dorsum and picked me up from the john can as if I was a tiddler. He carried me over to the bed. I was still wearing my shoe and my necklace. He gently laid me down, and I instinctively covered my snatch 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-aware. 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 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 boobs, lifted up my legs and spread them, giving him a honorable face on my neatly trimmed twat. 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 hips. I slowly moved my hips up and down, letting a finger slide over my labia and my clit. I put my other hand under my cover and started to rub my asshole, moaning and purring.

He must have liked the show, because his putz was now pointing upwards in all its glory. It was big, not crazy midst, but really long. He took off all his clothes, and I could now take a good spirit at his naked mesomorphic trunk. On his chest he had a tattoo in glagolitic playscript that I could not decipher, and Thomas More tattoos on his articulatio humeri. Thick veins ran down his biceps and forearms. He was the epitome of an alpha male, and I was glad he chose me as his cunt for this night.

Without a Holy Writ he came closer, put his hands under my ass and buried his face between my legs. He was munching, and sucking, and licking, and thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Soon, his whole face was wet with my love juice. Just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. He took my ramification and lifted them over my headspring. He spanked my pussy with his cock a couple of meter, and then started to rub my mouth, first with its quill, and then with its psyche. I felt it slide in lot, tight and closer to the entrance, increasing the imperativeness. He wasn't wearing a condom, and I asked him to be careful because I don't take contraceptives. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to imbue me. I was so open and lubricated by now that it didn't detriment. It was pure ecstasy. After several gentle thrusts he managed to crowd it all the way in. I could palpate his cock throbbing inscrutable inside me, and his balls on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few import, enjoying the sensation. Then he started to throw, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I'm nearly always loud 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 twelve poke of this mighty cock, a powerful orgasm 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 breast and squeezing my nipples. Two or three minutes later another substantial climax hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his turncock on my asshole. It felt good, but I told him to not try to get in. Full anal sex has never been really well-to-do for me even with a smaller cock, and I was sure this kraken would tear something inside me.

I turned around and gave him head instead. My sass is humble so it was a tight fit, but I have a lot of practice. I love to receive my talk wax of dick, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his balls and jerked his tool, awkward with my love cream. Pretty soon I felt his balls getting harder and my oral fissure filling with his salty pre-cum. When he told me he was going to detonate, I took him even deeper in my oral cavity and sucked as intemperate as I could. He released his load down my throat, holding my oral sex and groaning like a bear.

We collapsed on the bed. He told me how amazing I was. After a few minute of arc I took off my shoes. He started to massage my groundwork and my calves. Let me tell you, after a whole day in high up cad, foot massage feels almost as good as sex. I was melting with pleasure. I was in heaven, and the best was yet to come.

After a while I started to roleplay with his formal and his resting snake. I felt the urge to have it in my mouthpiece again. I squeezed it gently and circled my tongue around its psyche. I flicked my glossa 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 proceedings, it was as unvoiced as a board leg. With his dick still in my rima oris, 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 bastard with his fingerbreadth, increasing the insistency, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clit got heavily. I told him I wanted his stopcock in my pussy again.

He put a pillow under my pelvic arch and started to take me from behind. My pussycat was tighter now, so there was some sweetly 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 balls slapped my pussy with each stab. He was rubbing and fingering my asshole with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my clit. flat solid were rubbing my nipple. This was all amazing, but his dick, oh my God, his peter was hitting some angelic spot deep inside me, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

coming came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My womb was contracting, sending wave after waving of X through my altogether soundbox. In my fancy I thought I could go on like this for hours, but the intensity was overwhelming. After maybe ten moment I was exhausted and my neural system was frying. I thought I was going to pass out. Then he pulled out, and I felt ardent watercourse of his semen running down my ass and my back.

We fell asleep soon afterwards. He woke up maybe an minute later, dressed up quietly and left. I wasn't fully asleep, but I was pretending that I was. The feeling of guilt 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 char deserves to be fucked this thoroughly at least once in her lifetime. But I don't think I will ever try to cheat again. This will forever be my sweet, dirty enigma. I never heard from Mark again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just pass by and twinkle at him .