I was disappointed when all decided to retire early, leaving me alone at the bar. What a lame bunch! I thought. Soaking my sorrow, I had one more drink. As it warmed my throat, a similarly warm feeling came back between my legs and I wondered what it would be like to sleep with another man than Phil, my husband and father of my children.
I had never cheated on him, but the mere idea of it was making me feel deliciously guilty. I got a few looks from some of the men but didn’t have the nerve to flirt back. After I finished my drink I went back to my room. I took off my black, chalk-striped business suit and let my silky pink camisole fall off my shoulders. I have large breasts that are very firm even when I’m braless. My flat belly and shapely hips get their fair share of attention from lots of appreciative men.
I climbed into bed but it was difficult for me to sleep. The hot stares from the guys at the lounge had aroused me too much. I found myself imagining being penetrated by a series of men with different-sized and -shaped cocks. I stroked my aching mound thinking about their hard tools going in and out of my pussy. I ended up having a very strong and wet orgasm before I was finally able to sleep.
The following evening my roommate Carol proceeded to the lounge while I found something businesslike but sexy to wear. Soon, Carol returned from the bar a little flushed and excited. She gave me a very detailed description of the few people who were there. Carol had met someone who had bought her a B-52 and she wanted me to try one.
I finished dressing and followed Carol to the bar where I met her friend, Jason. He bought me a drink and the fiery liquid warmed my insides and once again added to my sense of arousal.
Jason was a well-built, handsome guy in his thirties. I was hoping to be introduced to one of his friends. I was pleased when he invited Carol and me across the street where there was a gathering for his company.
When we got there, the music was booming and couples swarmed the dance floor. Jason stopped and introduced us to several associates with whom he worked. At one point, a pair of gorgeous blue eyes met mine as Jason introduced me to yet another of his colleagues. I failed to catch his name because of the loud band, but I knew I would never forget those sexy eyes.
After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at the lounge and each of us ordered a drink. After a few apricot sours, I was feeling very good but declined several offers to dance. Each man passed in front of me but none of them left a lasting impression.
It surprised me when the man with brilliant blue eyes stepped forward to help when Carol said she needed to find the ladies’ room. “Blue eyes,” who I later found out was a banking executive, offered to escort us there.
I thought he was very gallant. He weaved in and out of the small groups of people with certainty and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his muscular back and shoulders. Carol and I emerged from the ladies’ room to find him patiently waiting for us.
He said his name was Mark and asked if I’d like to sit down. Carol left to find Jason, and my escort found us a secluded area where we sat. When he turned to walk to the bar, I noticed the cocky swagger in his step. He seemed very sure of himself and conscious of the fact that I was watching his moves.
He was dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged his nice hard butt and muscular thighs. He also wore a white oxford shirt and deck shoes without socks. He looked a perfect yuppie.
While we talked, I surmised that he was very intelligent. Although he stared into my eyes, he was also glancing down at my breasts. My nipples began to stiffen each time he looked there. Thoughts of him fondling my breasts made it difficult for me to concentrate on our conversation.
Jason returned with Carol and suggested we go back to our hotel, where the lounge was quieter. As we walked back, Mark laced his fingers through mine. I was surprised by this unexpected show of affection. My heart began to beat a little faster from the excitement I felt. I was a virgin when I married my husband and hadn’t felt the touch of another man in years.
As we left the hotel, the crisp air helped cool me off. Carol and Jason walked ahead to Jason’s car while Mark led me toward a silver BMW and opened the door for me when we reached it. He opened the sunroof and we drove out of the parking lot. Just when my heart began to slow its rapidly thumping pace, Mark asked me if I’d mind letting Jason and Carol go their way while we went to the lounge at his hotel. I said that suited me perfectly and we were on our way. I knew it meant that Mark and I would end up doing a lot more than just holding hands.
In a few minutes we arrived at the hotel. The bar was nearly empty, with candles glowing romantically on the tables. When the bar closed, Mark politely asked if I would accompany him to his room. I didn’t know how to respond but I nodded yes. At least my body knew what I was hesitant to admit—I wanted him very badly.
Mark took me by the hand again and led me towards the elevator. During the ride up, he kissed me for the first time. His tongue lightly traced my lips and along the smooth edges of my teeth. The kiss left me breathless and more intoxicated than any drinking could have. With a sparkle in his blue eyes he said, “A thousand more kisses like that one and I might not let you go.”
It seemed as if an electric current ran directly through him to me. Mark opened the door to his room and I stepped inside. An affair was now inevitable.
Mark slipped up from behind me and brushed my hair aside, leaving a trail of kisses along my neck. I closed my eyes and hardly noticed as he loosened the buttons of my blouse.
The warmth of his lips on my skin felt incredible. As he slowly lifted the lacy camisole I wore, his thumb lightly grazed the softness of my breast. He unsnapped my bra and my breasts tumbled free. He immediately took both of them in his hands and kneaded them.
I turned to face him and released the button of his jeans. I pulled his briefs down to expose his cock. I had never touched another man’s penis before and my hand trembled slightly. I ran my fingers over its hard length. It was so very large! I had never wanted sex so much before. Mark led me to the bed in the center of the room and took a good long look at me. It was hard for him to hide the smile of triumph on his face.
He lay back on the pillows and I moved over him so my breasts hung above his face. He drew slow circles around each areola, then kissed the sensitive tips. His moist lips on my breasts took my breath away. He sucked each nipple very thoroughly until my pussy was very hot and wet. A few times I felt that I was about to come just from the persistent sucking sensation on my breasts. Then he licked his way down my body.
His hands gently spread my thighs and then he lowered his head. He pressed a firm kiss on my labia and began to lick me in my most intimate part. I couldn’t believe a total stranger was doing this to me, but it felt so right. A groan of pleasure escaped Mark’s lips as he inhaled my sweet love aroma. His tongue ravished my sensitive clit. He tenderly sucked it, allowing his tongue to dart over my opening.
My husband was never able to please me like that. Mark moved his hot mouth expertly over my throbbing pussy. He held my buttocks in his hands, gently pulling my hips toward his face.
Just as the sensations were about to overwhelm me, I looked down between my legs and my eyes caught his. That was it, the sexy look in his eyes made me lose it fast. My vaginal muscles contracted forcefully as I grabbed onto the sheets very tightly. Then I slid into the most intense orgasm of my life as I flooded Mark’s mouth with my honey. Several minutes had gone by before my head cleared and I realized what had just happened.
With the inside of my cunt still quivering, I couldn’t wait to please Mark as he had pleased me. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, his head up against the pillows. I began by caressing him along the angular features of his classic profile. I quickly moved down his body, using my mouth and hands.
As much as I wanted to wrap my mouth around his tool, I carefully avoided it in order to prolong the seduction. Instead, I trailed my wet tongue all over his amazing, muscular body.
Knowing I had a husband at home made the experience all the more
erotic. I massaged my new lover’s thighs and calves. I moved my mouth down to his feet and circled each of his toes. Mark responded to my advances with low groans. I massaged him and when I stopped using my hands it was to replace them with my tongue. One by one I took each toe into my mouth.
I then began carefully rubbing the sensitive area between his upper thighs. I asked Mark to turn over so that I could massage his butt. His back and buttocks looked magnificent and I felt lucky to be giving this man pleasure. I let my hands roam up his sturdy legs and massaged each with diligence until I reached his tight behind. Reaching between his legs, I carefully brushed my fingers over the glorious globes that were his testicles.
Then I moved up and reached the cleft which ran between two perfect ass-cheeks. I slightly parted them and ran my warm tongue along its crease. When I reached his asshole, I stopped and flicked my tongue over the small aperture. Mark shuddered as a light chill spread across his body. I continued licking around his anus while kneading his cheeks with both hands.
Soon, Mark couldn’t take it anymore and he quickly turned over. He was breathing very heavily and his cock was throbbing. I moved over him so that my pelvis was directly above his large penis. I took the dark ruby knob of his head and guided it between the soft full lips of my pussy. I slowly stroked his large cockhead between my fleshy lips. The silky feeling was arousing both of us and we were breathing very heavily. I stopped when I could feel he was just about to come. Then I lowered my head to his cock and took the knob into my mouth. I extended my tongue as far as possible down his long shaft and sucked it. Mark was in frenzy, bucking his hips. I tasted his pre-come and moaned to let him know it pleased me.
I heard Mark begin breathing rapidly and knew he could wait no longer. I was consumed by the need to be ultimately taken by him. Mark pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply on the mouth. At the same time, I felt his throbbing penis poking between my wet inner thighs. He eased his body over mine in one fluid motion and his heavy cock settled just outside of my seam. I used his thick cock like a tool to open my labia. Mark drew a sharp breath as his velvety length invaded my slit. A quiet sobbing sound of relief escaped my lips. I had never wanted someone with such intensity. Softly begging for more, I raised my hips to meet his as we melded together.
Mark eased himself in and out of my pussy. He plunged his long smooth penis deep inside me, and each time his cockhead invaded the sensitive spot, my pussy muscles grew tighter and tighter around his exquisite instrument. All I could think was that he was filling me with that big thick cock of his. I opened my legs wider, then wrapped them around his back. I pulled him into me and begged for deeper thrusts. After one long stroke, Mark held his manhood against my tender spot. Suddenly, I had the most forceful orgasm of my life. I grabbed onto Mark and begged him to come in me as I cried out in ecstasy.
He had given me the ultimate gift, but Mark could wait no longer. He began to shudder and I knew that I was going to be filled with another man’s come. He was murmuring my name over and over as his thick organ throbbed and jerked with a tremendous motion. I felt his hot liquid forcefully spurt inside me.
Mark collapsed on me and our hearts began to beat slower. We lay talking for some time, totally content with our lovemaking. That evening our relationship was comfortable and carefree. Sometimes we were urgent and playful, other times we enjoyed slow and deliberate lovemaking.
Mark and I were secret lovers for the duration of my business trip, but when it ended we parted for good. Such brevity made the sex all the more intense.
I still love to make love to my husband, but it’s nice to know I can be sexy for another man too. I’m transformed.
—C.M., Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
HER FONDEST WISH GRANTED
I thought the readers of Forum would enjoy reading my true story about the first time I cheated on my husband. (But not the last!)
I should tell you, to begin with, that I have a curvy figure with round, very pretty breasts and a nicely shaped ass.
One summer afternoon I drove to the liquor store with my husband. While he was inside, I sat in the truck thinking of nothing in particular. Then I saw the store owner, Grant, spot me from the doorway and assume a look of eager surprise. He came out to talk to me.
Grant is a good-looking guy with deep brown eyes and a handsome face. I had always believed he was attracted to me by the way he was always extra helpful whenever I went into the store for liquor or wine. Eventually I realized I’d only underestimated the situation.
Grant was friendly as usual. We were having a short conversation about the weather, or whatever could keep us talking. It was then I guess I felt this barely conscious need to get something, I don’t know what, started. “You know what?” I said. “What I really need is a night out, partying my ass off!”
He was frozen for a moment, then he smiled a little. We were stuck for something further to say. Then my husband came out of the store with some wine and I simply said good-bye to Grant.
During the week that followed I found myself fantasizing about Grant, imagining him touching me with his large hands. To my surprise, exactly one week later Grant called me up and said, “Hello there, this is Grant. You said you felt like partying?”
I could tell he was a little nervous, and to avoid getting nervous myself, I quickly said yes. Then Grant suggested I stop by the store the following day. That just happened to be a Sunday and I knew the store would be closed. But I guess Grant would know who was knocking at the door.
That night I could hardly sleep. My husband sensed how horny I was and gave me a good long fucking. He said that I was a maniac in bed and wondered what had made me so hot. I just smiled and gave him head, which diverted his curiosity.
In the morning when my husband left to go fishing I was still very aroused and couldn’t wait to get to the store. I put on a pair of sexy black panties with a matching brassiere.
After being married awhile, I knew my husband’s fishing habits. He’d left early and he’d be back late. Good shit, more time for me to party with Grant! At around eight o’clock I knocked at the door of the store and Grant was waiting for me with a big smile on his rugged face. We ended up standing by the beer coolers and I was so hot I didn’t even feel the cold coming off them. Unfortunately, I’d come into an awkward patch and didn’t know what to say or do next. Neither, it seemed, did Grant, until he simply took a chance and pulled me close. He smelled very good and very masculine.
Then he led me into the back room. I was going crazy with anticipation. I had never cheated on my husband before and now I was finally going to do it with a virile, handsome man. I was shivering and nervous and loving the agony of it all! I saw that he had made a cute little bed for us out of big soft paper sacks. Knowing that he’d prepared in advance turned me on even more.
“I think I’ll just take direct action, if you don’t mind,” Grant said. Oh no, I didn’t!
He lifted up my shirt, carefully pulling it over my head. That gave him a good shot of my beautiful breasts in their black lace bra. He admired them for a moment, then unsnapped the front. They came spilling out, joyously exposed. Grant put both of his hands on them and began to massage them in a way that sent shivers between my legs. My knees buckled.
“Whoa, mama!” he said, laughing, taking his hands from my breasts to catch me by my shoulders. I looked up at him, feeling adoration for what he was doing. He went back to my breasts, holding them closely together. He began to suck at both nipples, quickly moving his head from one to another.
I was in heaven. Feeling it was my duty to get a little active myself, I quickly pulled down my jeans while Grant continued doing a good job on my tits. When he saw me in my panties, Grant kept his mouth on my right breast and lowered his hands to my hips. He began feeling my ass all over. He took his mouth away from my breast long enough to tell me what a beautiful body I had. Then he resumed his mouth action, poking the tip of his tongue on the very tip of my nipple. I moaned loudly, the sound ris
ing from deep in my throat.
Shifting the action, he pulled my panties to the side and thrust his thick middle finger right into my love-hole. I had never gone this far before with anyone except my husband and now I wanted to go all the way.
We took off the rest of our clothes and Grant laid me down on the soft cool sacks. His cock was so big I had to stretch my hand into a large “C” shape to get my hand around it. It looked about eight inches long and perhaps six inches around. Big enough, anyway—I didn’t need to fuck with statistics!
I put his cock at the opening of my pussy and Grant shoved it in to the hilt. He began pumping in and out of me with such force I just had to open my legs more and more to let it all in. Grant was like a man getting his last fuck, or his first since returning from a desert island! His cock went in so far it gave me sensations I’d never felt before. It was amazing! My internal muscles clutched his penis and wouldn’t let go until I was howling with pleasure. I came very hard, which I’d rarely done before with my husband’s cock in me.
Suddenly my pussy was drenched and quivering. This really excited Grant and he let go, filling me up with his hot seed. It wasn’t until Grant exploded in me that I felt I was truly cheating.
The next time we got together Grant asked if he could show me his house. He drove me up there in his truck and gave me a tour of all the rooms. Naturally, he saved the bedroom for last. Grant playfully pushed me onto the king-size bed. In seconds we were both naked and he had his hands roaming all over me. My whole body was tingling and my wet cunt started to throb.
Grant kissed my mouth deeply as he rubbed my tits. Again, the way he manipulated them really got me hot and wet. This time he lowered his head and got down between my open legs. He started sucking and licking me from the crack of my butt to my clit, over and over, until I was shuddering ecstatically. Then Grant moved me around so I was sitting on his face. When I leaned down I was right in front of his cock. I licked all around the head and down to his soft balls, putting one and then the other in my mouth. Then I tried eagerly to get the full length of his penile shaft down my throat.
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