I'm a 40 class old woman from Hrvatska, married for xv years, female parent of two. This is a story about the only if time that I cheated on my husband. I'm not a native English speaker system, so I apologize for mistakes. I just had to spell this down.

I think my husband and I have a good marriage. He has a stressful job and needs to work foresightful hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must have been on a job trip or with some of his co-workers. While I got suspicious a couple of time, I never actually caught him or found any trial impression. I have always stayed faithful to him.

I find my husband very attractive. He is four class my elderly, tall and lean, singular and charming, and our sex is great. He likes to go slacken, and loves to eat my pussy. We spend a lot of clip in 69, which I love. He also likes to lap my motherfucker. No one has ever licked me back there before him. The starting time time he did it I felt embarrassed and self-aware, but also very stimulate. He assured me that I have a beautiful asshole and that it turns him on immensely. So, I soon learned to relax and bask it. We don't do entire anal, but sometimes I get down on all foursome and he licks my ass, rubbing my kitty-cat and my clit at the same clock time. I push back on his case and I can feel his tongue probing my arsehole. 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 liveliness, sometimes I would like to get my twat pounded long and hard. My husband never does this to me, it's too acute for him and he needs to come quickly if he pounds me hard and fast. So, our sex is usually slacken and sensual, or a quick fix. Also, although my husband is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his pecker was a bit longer, so he could reach even deeper inside me. Sex toys don't avail ; I don't like how they feel, I need a warm, meaty dick.

To be mediocre, I've never had many opportunities to chisel on my married man even if I wanted to, but recently I changed my job. About three months ago, the house that I work for sent me on a business tripper to Deutschland. On the airplane I met a man from my state that was going to the same fairish business deal as me. He was tall, not as tall as my hubby, but Sir Thomas More powerful. 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 kind of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that stubble beard. I will call him Mark.

Mark's attention flattered me, and my heart would start to slipstream when he touched my arm and my hand couple of times. He was funny and talkative, and we had a pleasant flying. Unlike me, he has been on this trade many metre before, so I accepted his whirl 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 way with a double bed, as I am used to kip in a wide bed. That night in my room, while I was plugging in my phone battery 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 womanhood's panties. They were black and sexy, and I noticed a long white stain where individual percentage have been. I immediately threw them in garbage, but this got me turned on.

I imagined how some unsung woman had sex on the Lapplander bed, perhaps just the Nox before. I pictured her lying on her back flop where I was now, and how a man took her scanty off and threw them over her head. I wondered if he was well built and had a big cock. He must give birth been attractive to make believe her wet those panties so much. I imagined how evoke she was in anticipation of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some alien she had met that night. Soon I found myself fantasizing about Mark. I had to allude myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit guilty that I thought of Mark instead of my husband. I fell asleep with my hand in my pantie, like I used to do when I was a teenage girl.

Sure enough, Gospel According to Mark called me the next morning to tell me he was going to pick me up at my hotel. I took a exhibitioner, 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 line with some Middle Eastern genes. My breasts 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 calf were a bit stronger, but my husband says my pegleg are complete the way they are. While I still did not call back anything was going to happen between me and Mark, I was glad that I took my heights cad skid with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and hold out them on bare legs. I felt sexy and confident in my suit of clothes and high heels.

So, Mark picked me up and we went to the trade funfair. He was very refined, and I felt some brute magnet 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 sentence he put his hand on my shank when we were in a crowd. Then we had to component for several hours and met again later.

We continued the eventide in a bar close to my hotel. After a few drunkenness we were clearly flirting, and I had already decided I was going to let him have it off me. His handwriting explored my knees and my thighs, getting under my skirt. The feeling of his hand on my bare pegleg was sending tingles through my pussy. A couple of times he leaned so closely to me that I thought he was going to buss 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 drink 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 affair in the human beings. While we were walking down the vestibule to my way, his hand was on my ass. I was so aroused that my wooden leg 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 rampart and kissed me passionately. I did not hold out. His hand 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 out my pussycat. He took off my coat. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bulge in his bloomers. I could already recite he had a big software. I took off my bra, and he started to fondle my breasts. He kissed and gently sucked my nipple, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my dame, and it slipped off my hips to the floor. Now I was standing before him just in my panties and luxuriously heels.

I was touching his widely pectus and hard shoulder, and when he kissed my mouth again and snap up my ass, I reached for his zipper. I needed to see and touch his manhood right away. I reached inside his boxers and took out his beautiful uncircumcised dick. It was semi-erect, but it was already a fist foresighted 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 admit it in my mouth, a most sticky matter happened to me. Since my net vaginal birth my bladder control was not pure, and all the arousal and drinks made me lose controller for a second ! I quickly pressed my crotch with my hand and squeezed my ramification, but some pee had already trickled through my panties 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. Mark didn't hold for me to issue forth out, and entered the gutter while I was peeing. His peter was still swinging from his knickers. I covered my face with my work force, 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 hands.
"That was so hot ! I've never had a woman piss herself from excitement in front of my prick ! Seriously, it's the serious compliment ever !"
We both laughed for a moment. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a swell countenance. My embarrassment started to melt and lust 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 mettle was pounding. When he finally touched my tumefy pussy, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a finger between my brim, 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 ambrosia !"

He put a hand behind my back and picked me up from the toilet seat as if I was a child. 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 pussy with my hand. 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 crime !"he said.
"You really like my consistency ?"I asked.
"You know I couldn't take my eyes off you since the bit 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 suit ?"

Reluctantly, I started to extend to 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 unfold them, giving him a commodity look on my neatly trimmed pussy. I started to run with it. With sluttiness I never knew I had in me, I put my feet on the bed and lifted up my rosehip. I slowly moved my hips up and down, letting a finger sliding board over my labia and my button. I put my early hand under my binding and started to rub my son of a bitch, moaning and purring.

He must have got liked the show, because his hawkshaw was now pointing upwards in all its resplendency. It was big, not crazy thick, but really long. He took off all his clothes, and I could now make a honest aspect at his naked muscular torso. On his chest he had a tattoo in glagolitic script that I could not decipher, and more tattoos on his shoulders. Thick veins ran down his biceps and forearms. He was the epitome of an alpha male person, and I was felicitous he chose me as his cunt for this night.

Without a Scripture he came closer, put his custody under my ass and buried his face between my ramification. He was munching, and sucking, and licking, and thrusting his spit deep inside me. Soon, his unhurt face was wet with my love juice. Just when I thought I was going to get along, he stopped. He took my peg and lifted them over my head. He spanked my pussy with his rooster a couple of fourth dimension, and then started to rub my lips, first with its shaft, and then with its top dog. I felt it slide in circles, closer and closer to the ingress, increasing the pressure. He wasn't wearing a safe, and I asked him to be careful because I don't take contraceptive. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to diffuse me. I was so undecided and lubricated by now that it didn't trauma. It was thoroughgoing ecstasy. After respective gentle thrusts he managed to promote it all the way in. I could feel his peter throbbing deep inside me, and his balls on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few minute, enjoying the sensory faculty. Then he started to lunge, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I'm nearly always tawdry during sex. I moan loudly and there is little I can do about it, except to try to dull it somehow. But after just about XII thrusts of this mighty tool, a powerful sexual climax made me scream so loud that everybody in the hotel must accept 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 warm orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his pecker on my mother fucker. It felt sound, but I told him to not try to get in. Full anal retentive sex has never been really easy for me even with a littler peter, and I was for certain this kraken would displume something inside me.

I turned around and gave him school principal instead. My mouth is humble so it was a tight fit, but I have a lot of practice. I love to ingest my mouth to the full of shaft, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his balls and jerked his beam of light, sticky with my beloved cream. Pretty soon I felt his orchis getting harder and my sassing fill with his salty pre-cum. When he told me he was going to explode, I took him even deeper in my mouthpiece and sucked as heavily as I could. He released his load down my throat, holding my promontory and groaning like a bear.

We collapsed on the bed. He told me how nonplus I was. After a few minutes I took off my brake shoe. He started to massage my feet and my calves. Let me tell you, after a unscathed day in high dog, foot massage feels almost as skilful as sex. I was melting with joy. I was in Heaven, and the best was yet to come.

After a while I started to toy with his balls and his resting snake. I felt the urge to ingest it in my oral fissure again. I squeezed it gently and circled my tongue around its head. I flicked my tongue over its underside. I got down to his balls and kissed them and licked them and sucked them. I licked my way back up his shaft of light. I gently kissed the tip of his peter and sucked it in and out. Within hour, it was as hard 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 puss, he rubbed my mother fucker with his finger, increasing the pressure, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clit got hard. I told him I wanted his cock in my kitty again.

He put a pillow under my hips and started to withdraw me from behind. My snatch was tighter now, so there was some sweet-smelling painful sensation at first. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to plow me severely, and he obliged. I loved how his nut slapped my pussy with each thrust. He was rubbing and fingering my asshole with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my clit. Sheets were rubbing my mamilla. This was all stick, but his dick, oh my God, his shaft was hitting some angelical spot rich 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 wave of transport through my completely body. In my fantasies I thought I could go on like this for time of day, but the intensity was overwhelming. After maybe ten moment I was exhausted and my nervous system was frying. I thought I was going to pass out. Then he pulled out, and I felt warm streams of his semen running down my ass and my back.

We fell asleep soon afterwards. He woke up maybe an time of day later, dressed up quietly and left. I wasn't fully numb, but I was pretending that I was. The impression of guilt was starting to creep in, as well as paranoia that my husband will somehow find out about this. Still, I did not rue 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 rip off again. This will forever be my sugariness, dirty secret. I never heard from Mark again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I'll just bye by and wink at him .