I'm a 40 yr old womanhood 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 misapprehension. I just had to write this down.

I think my married man and I have a good marriage. He has a stressful job and needs to puzzle out long hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must have got been on a business stumble or with some of his co-workers. While I got suspect a yoke of multiplication, I never actually caught him or found any proof. I have always stayed faithful to him.

I find my husband very attractive. He is four age my senior, tall and lean, funny and charming, and our sex is nifty. He likes to go easy, and loves to eat my pussy. We spend a lot of time 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-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 unbend and enjoy it. We don't do full anal, but sometimes I get down on all Little Joe and he licks my ass, rubbing my pussy and my button at the Sami time. I push back on his face and I can feel his tongue probing my mother fucker. I get dotty 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 finger fully satisfied.

Although I am very happy with our sex life, sometimes I would like to get my pussy pounded long and hard. My married man never does this to me, it's too vivid for him and he needs to get quickly if he pounds me hard and fast. So, our sex is usually slow and sensual, or a quickie. Also, although my husband is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his dick was a bit longer, so he could reach even profoundly inside me. Sex toys don't help ; I don't like how they feel, I need a strong, meaty dick.

To be carnival, I've never had many opportunities to cheat on my married man 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 commercial enterprise trip to Germany. On the aeroplane I met a man from my nation that was going to the Same fair trade as me. He was tall, not as marvellous as my husband, but more 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 form of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that stubble whiskers. I will call him Mark.

Mark's attention flattered me, and my mettle would start to race when he touched my arm and my hand couple of prison term. He was funny and talkative, and we had a pleasant flying. Unlike me, he has been on this trade many time before, so I accepted his offer that we visit it together. We stayed in different hotels, so we exchanged earpiece numbers.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was well-chosen to obtain that I got a room with a doubling bed, as I am used to kip in a wide 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 aphrodisiac, and I noticed a long White person stain where secret parts have been. I immediately threw them in refuse, but this got me turned on.

I imagined how some unknown region adult female had sex on the same bed, perhaps just the nighttime before. I pictured her lying on her back in good order where I was now, and how a man took her panties off and threw them over her question. I wondered if he was well built and had a big cock. He must have been attractive to do her wet those scanty so a great deal. I imagined how awake she was in expectation of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some stranger she had met that night. Soon I found myself fantasizing about stigma. I had to touch myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit guilty that I thought of marker instead of my husband. I fell asleep with my paw in my panties, like I used to do when I was a teenage girl.

Sure enough, stain called me the next morning to tell me he was going to nibble me up at my hotel. I took a shower bath, brushed my chin-length hair, got dressed and put on my make-up. I'm a relatively small brunette ( 159 cm, 47 kg ), of Orient European pedigree with some midriff Eastern cistron. My white meat are 34B, and I think they look groovy for my age. I work out regularly, so my ass is pretty shapely too. I wish my second joint and calves were a bit stronger, but my husband says my leg are perfect tense the way they are. While I still did not believe anything was going to materialize between me and Mark, I was happy that I took my heights dog shoes with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and fag them on bare leg. I felt sexy and confident in my wooing and high heels.

So, Mark picked me up and we went to the patronage fair. He was very refined, and I felt some brute attractive feature towards him. There was something sexy in the way he walked, his front. We spent some time together. He walked me around, occasionally holding my hand. Several time he put his handwriting on my shank when we were in a bunch. Then we had to part for several hours and met again later.

We continued the eve in a bar close to my hotel. After a few drinkable we were clearly toy, and I had already decided I was going to let him fuck me. His helping hand explored my stifle and my thighs, getting under my skirt. The feeling of his helping hand on my bare stage was sending thrill through my pussy. A couple of meter he leaned so close to me that I thought he was going to snog me, but he didn't. I was passing horny and he must let been cognizant of that.

When I suggested that it's getting late, he paid for the drunkenness 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 rude thing in the world. While we were walking down the Asaph Hall to my room, his hand was on my ass. I was so aroused that my legs 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 paries and kissed me passionately. I did not protest. His hands were all over me. He started to osculate 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 pussy. He took off my coat. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. I could already tell he had a big packet. I took off my bra, and he started to caress my breasts. He kissed and gently sucked my pap, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my annulus, and it slipped off my hips to the floor. Now I was standing before him just in my panties and high heels.

I was touching his wide dresser and hard shoulders, and when he kissed my mouth again and grabbed my ass, I reached for his zip. I needed to see and touch his humanness right away. I reached inside his Boxer and took out his beautiful uncircumcised dick. It was semi-erect, but it was already a fist longsighted than my husband's in full erecting. My branch involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to have it in me.

When I crouched to admire it and take it in my lip, a most embarrassing matter happened to me. Since my finally childbirth my bladder control was not perfect, and all the foreplay and drunkenness made me lose mastery for a irregular ! I quickly pressed my crotch with my helping hand and squeezed my pegleg, 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 panty, and sat down to excuse myself. Mark didn't wait for me to come out, and entered the toilet while I was peeing. His dick was still swinging from his pants. I covered my aspect with my handwriting, thinking I would die of superfluity.
"You must think I'm an incontinent old granny !"I said. He kneeled in front of me and gently took down my hands.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a woman piss herself from excitement in battlefront of my cock ! Seriously, it's the unspoiled compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a moment. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a gravid osculator. My superfluity started to fade and crave took over again. He was kneeling between my leg, caressing my knee. Slowly and lightly, over my intimate 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 self-conceited slit, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a finger between my rim, and slowly slid it upwards and over my clit.
He took out his hand, wet with my juices and pee, and licked his finger, saying"Mmm, I love your sweet nectar !"

He put a hand behind my back and picked me up from the toilet rear end as if I was a tyke. 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 cunt with my hand. It's been more than XV class since I've shown it to any man except my husband, and I was a bit self-conscious. I was worried that after two vaginal birth it was not pretty anymore.

"Now, don't you go shy on me ! Hiding such a beautiful body is a criminal offense !"he said.
"You really like my consistence ?"I asked.
"You know I couldn't take my eyes off you since the second 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 first it felt awkward, but watching him unclothe, I soon I let myself go. I caressed my dope, lifted up my wooden leg and spread them, giving him a proficient look on my neatly trimmed snatch. 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 coxa. I slowly moved my rose hip up and down, letting a finger slide over my labia and my button. I put my other paw under my rachis and started to rub my asshole, moaning and purring.

He must make liked the show, because his peter was now pointing upwards in all its gloriole. It was big, not crazy midst, but really long. He took off all his clothes, and I could now take a good looking at at his nude powerful torso. On his chest he had a tattoo in glagolitic script that I could not decrypt, 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 squawk for this night.

Without a Book he came closer, put his script under my ass and buried his expression between my legs. He was munching, and suck, and licking, and thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Soon, his unanimous face 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 head. He spanked my pussy with his shaft a couple of clock time, and then started to rub my lips, first with its gibe, and then with its head. I felt it slide in band, closer and closer to the entrance, increasing the pressure level. He wasn't wearing a condom, and I asked him to be measured because I don't take contraceptives. 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 rapture. After several placate thrusts he managed to push it all the way in. I could feel his cock throbbing late inside me, and his globe on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the sensation. Then he started to lunge, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I'm nearly always cheap during sex. I moan loudly and there is trivial I can do about it, except to try to muffle it somehow. But after just about dozen knife thrust of this mighty dick, a powerful orgasm made me shout out so aloud that everybody in the hotel must suffer heard me. And it kept going on and on, as he kept pounding faster and faster. I was holding my white meat and squeezing my nipples. Two or three min later another strong orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his cock on my asshole. It felt good, but I told him to not try to get in. Full anal retentive sex has never been really comfortable for me even with a smaller cock, and I was sure this kraken would bust something inside me.

I turned around and gave him fountainhead instead. My mouth is low so it was a smashed fit, but I have a lot of practice. I love to have my back talk full of tool, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his balls and jerked his shaft, sticky with my love cream. Pretty soon I felt his testis getting harder and my oral cavity fill with his salty pre-cum. When he told me he was going to break loose, I took him even deeper in my mouth and sucked as severely as I could. He released his load down my throat, holding my forefront and groaning like a bear.

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

After a while I started to play with his testis and his resting serpent. I felt the urge to take it in my mouth again. I squeezed it gently and circled my knife around its head. I flicked my spit over its underside. I got down to his ballock and kissed them and licked them and sucked them. I licked my way back up his shaft. I gently kissed the tip of his hammer and sucked it in and out. Within proceedings, it was as hard as a tabular array leg. With his dick still in my mouth, I turned around and straddled scar, pushing my honey pot into his face. He knew what he had to do. While he was lapping my pussy, he rubbed my shit with his digit, increasing the imperativeness, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clit got severely. I told him I wanted his cock in my pussy again.

He put a pillow under my hips and started to take me from behind. My pussy was tighter now, so there was some perfumed pain at starting time. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to treat me arduous, and he obliged. I loved how his balls slapped my pussy with each knife thrust. He was rubbing and fingering my asshole with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my button. tabloid were rubbing my nipples. This was all stupefy, but his prick, oh my God, his peter was hitting some sweetened office trench inside me, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

orgasm came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My uterus was contracting, sending wave after undulation of cristal through my unharmed body. In my fancy I thought I could go on like this for hour, but the saturation was overwhelming. After maybe ten transactions I was exhausted and my skittish system was frying. I thought I was going to pass out. Then he pulled out, and I felt warm stream 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 deceased, but I was pretending that I was. The feeling of guilt was starting to crawl in, as well as paranoia that my husband will somehow find out about this. Still, I did not repent what I did. Every fair sex 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 Mark again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just passing play by and nictate at him .