When Jon and I first got married and moved into our new home, we fucked in every room in the house.

We were so hot for each other that for the first few days we didn’t even think about the fact that there were no curtains on the windows. Fortunately, the house was fairly isolated, and no one saw us. As far as I know, anyway.

We had been married for two months when Jon’s old friend Alec came to visit us for three days. I had let him seduce me once, shortly before Jon and I were married, when Jon had passed out one night. The sex was really good — he fucked me three times in less than an hour. But afterwards I felt so guilty that I swore I would never fuck another man again.

But I kept thinking of Alec and his magical cock, and I would be smoking hot when I went to bed with Jon at night. I felt bad about doing it, but sometimes I would close my eyes and pretend it was Alec fucking me, and then I would come like gangbusters. Jon never asked me why I was so hot, but I think he suspected I might be fucking Alec.

So now, when he came to visit, Alec came on to me again, feeling me up whenever he could get me alone. Twice he took his hard-on out of his pants, saying, “Look, baby, this is just for you.” But I didn’t give it up to him, even though I really wanted to.

One evening, after Alec left, I was in a quiet little bar not far from our home, where Jon and I had arranged to meet for drinks when he got off work. While I was waiting, a good-looking older man named Karl took a stool next to me. I had seen him around the place before, and had heard he was divorced and had a reputation for hitting on young married women, although he’d never come on to me before. Now, seeing him up close, I couldn’t believe what a really handsome man he was — nothing short of a hunk.

By the time Jon got there Karl had made it quite clear that he would like to get into my pants. I was horny as hell, even though the man hadn’t touched me. Jon was treated to some really hot sex that night. I talked to Karl several times after that, each time with the same result. I was really hot for him, and I wondered how long I could hold out.

Jon and I took a vacation and went back to our old home town, where Alec was still living. One night we saw him at a dance, and while Jon was talking with some old friends, I ended up going outside with Alec. He got me into his truck, and before I knew it we had started smooching, and he was feeling me up. But I refused to let him fuck me, saying there were too many people around and we’d get caught for sure.

“But you can’t leave me like this!” he protested. “Look at me.” And he unzipped his fly and let out his very stiff dick. God, how I wanted to fell that thing up my pussy! Instinctively I took it in my hand and stroked it a few times, causing him to come all over himself. I couldn’t believe how much cream he shot; some of it even got on my face and my clothes. I turned to get some tissues from my purse, and as I did so I almost screamed. There stood Jon, looking through the window right at me!

He didn’t say a word. He just turned and went back into the dance hall. I quickly cleaned up and went in alone as Alec left, not wanting to face Jon.

Jon and I left right after that. He still didn’t say a word, until we were back in our motel room and had gone to bed. He then reached between my legs to feel my pussy, which was hot and slick. He rolled over onto me then, and I raised and spread my legs for him as he positioned himself between them.

“Did you fuck him too?” he demanded. 

I was in tears as I choked out a no. Jon rammed his cock into me then. “But you have fucked him, right?” he growled. “I know you let him fuck you that night I passed out, didn’t you?”

I tried to deny it, but he just kept ramming his cock into me, saying, “Didn’t you?” over and over until I screamed out a yes.

Once I did that he slowed down and began making tender love to me, asking me to tell him everything Alec and I had done, and not to leave anything out. By this time I was sure I was headed to divorce court anyway, so I told him every dirty detail, and Jon got so turned on he fucked me all night long.

He made love to me the next night too, and as he slid his cock inside me he asked me who else I’d had sex with. I figured I didn’t have anything to lose, so I told him about the guy who had really popped my cherry. I had always told him he was the first, so now he knew the truth. He just groaned in my ear and fucked me hard and fast for about 10 minutes before creaming my pussy.

As he lay resting, with his semi-erect dick still inside me, I told him there had also been a couple of others. He was fully erect in an instant, insisting I tell him all about them, and fucking me royally as I did so.

The next morning, after fucking me once more, Jon said he wanted me to know that his love for me was stronger than ever, knowing I’d had the strength to tell him the truth, and he wanted to know if I really loved him. I assured him fervently that I had always loved him and always would, and that what I felt for all the other guys was pure lust and nothing more. Jon said that in that case he had no problem about sharing my pussy with others, and that any time I wanted to fuck someone, all he asked was that I tell him about it.

So I told him about Karl.

One afternoon about a week later I drove to a motel where I had arranged to meet Karl, much to his delight. I was a little nervous, because this was my first older man, and I could only hope that with all his experience he wouldn’t find me disappointing.

Karl was waiting for me in the motel lounge. He greeted me with a warm hug and asked what I’d like to drink. We chatted over a couple of drinks, and when he asked if I was ready to move upstairs, I said yes.

Several men sitting at the bar turned to look at me as I walked by, and I just knew that they knew I was about to get fucked. Karl saw that I was nervous as we got into the elevator. He put a reassuring arm around me, saying, “Listen, I saw those guys looking at you and wishing they were in my shoes. Don’t let them bother you, honey, because it only shows what a beautiful woman you are.”

Once we were in the room, Karl embraced me and gave me a passionate kiss as he rubbed the cheeks of my ass. He then slowly removed my clothes, kissing each part of my body as it was bared. He graciously left my lacy bikini panties on as he lifted me up and placed me in the center of the bed, covering me with the sheet before he stripped down to his shorts and slipped in next to me.

He spent some time kissing my ears, neck and lips before moving down to my breasts. Soon I felt a hand on my right knee, and then the tips of his fingers drawing little circles on my leg as that hand moved slowly upward, until he was teasing the tender hollows on the insides of my thighs, a mere inch from the wet crotch of my panties.

At long last I felt his fingers tracing the length of my cunt lips, with only the silky material of my panties between them and my hot flesh. He kept this up until I couldn’t stand it, and finally I reached down and peeled off the damn panties myself, saying, “Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me now!”

Karl smiled at me then, and rolled between my legs as I spread them and drew my knees back, providing him with easy access to my entrance. His cock slid in with one well-oiled stroke, and he then proceeded to fuck me gently for a good 20 minutes before unloading as deep inside me as he could. It was very nice and enjoyable, but I was so anxious to please him, and so worried about what this experience older man might think of my performance, that I hadn’t been able to relax enough to climax.

Karl carefully withdrew and rolled off to lie beside me. As we cuddled, he ran one hand up and down my tummy from my bush my tits, then cupped it over a breast to squeeze it gently. “I enjoyed that more than I can say,” he told me, then added, “I only wish you had enjoyed it as much.”

I was nearly in tears when he said that, and for a moment or two I was unable to reply. Finally I said, “Oh, I wanted more than anything to be good for you — as good as all the other women you’ve been with.”

Karl smiled and drew me to him, saying, “Don’t worry about that, girl. I can’t remember having a better time, and I mean that sincerely. In fact, it was so good that I’m ready to do it again, if you feel up to it.”

I rolled up on top of him then, guiding his once more erect cock into my creamy crevice, then sinking down to engulf it entirely. This time I was determined to please not only him but myself also, and to do it in a way he would not forget.

I looked down into his eyes as I began to ride his beautiful dick. His hands came up to cup my breasts and lightly squeeze my swollen nipples, and he closed his eyes, basking in the pleasure I was giving him as I moved up and down. In this position I was able to continually stimulate my sensitive clitoris as I worked my way slowly to the peak of pleasure. When I burst into orgasm, my juices cascaded down to drench his loins, and the spasms of my vaginal muscles set off his own release, an animal-like groan issuing from his quivering lips.

Karl and I fucked several more times that afternoon, before I had to go home and make Jon’s dinner. I told him that this was the first time I had cheated on my husband, which of course was a lie. What I didn’t tell him was that Jon was going to hear every detail of our wild afternoon while fucking me in our bed that night.

I got together with Karl many times after that, and I kept my husband stimulated with my reports of our sessions. After Karl moved on, there were other men, and ironically, I think my infidelity was what kept my marriage strong. I guess the moral is, always be honest with your husband, even when you’re cheating on him!