We met in a chat room exactly one month ago, and after a week of exchanging emails, Mike gave me the number to his cellphone and asked me to call or text him if I wanted to meet up.

I was a little hesitant at first, since we were both married and I’d never cheated on my husband before, but I couldn’t help myself. Mike had sent me a picture of himself in his firefighter uniform, and he was definitely calendar worthy — in phenomenal shape from running and hitting the gym. I took the leap and called him.

It didn’t take long for our initial conversation to morph into blatant flirting. Mike’s voice was deep and sexy, and when we started talking about our respective spouses and their lack of adventure when it comes to sex, we found that we had even more things in common. When Mike mentioned that he had a convention coming up near my town, we arranged to meet for dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant.

As soon as I saw Mike, I knew I was going to screw him. He looked even more fuckable in person. He greeted me with a warm hug, a deep kiss, and a long-stemmed rose. Knowing what I was going to do had me so edgy that I barely touched my food. I knew I’d never win any medals for my behavior, but the sexual energy between us was a thrill ride I wasn’t about to pass up.

After dinner, Mike wanted to take me back to his motel, but I convinced him to drive to a nearby park. Mike had a blanket in the backseat and we spread it out under the trees. We pulled off each other’s clothes till we were skin to skin. Hands accustomed to hard work pinched and rolled my nipples, while lips that tasted like whiskey covered mine in a heated kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth as his rigid cock pressed against my belly. He let me push him back and I went down on him. I stroked his shaft, tracing circles over the tip with my tongue, lapping up the pre-come. When I finally took his entire length into my mouth, I didn’t stop until I felt him at the back of my throat. I held him in place for several seconds before sliding back up till just the head was in my mouth. I repeated this maneuver twice more before he rolled me under him and slammed his cock into my pussy.

Mike proved what great shape he was in by fucking me endlessly with deep, hard strokes. My husband is good, but sometimes a little too quick for me. Mike re-positioned me several times, fucking me relentlessly and thoroughly until I came, screaming at the top of my lungs. I’d never fucked outside with my husband, and the fact that I was doing it with this firefighter I’d just met made the whole experience even more exciting and totally primal.

I didn’t bother putting my panties back on for the ride to Mike’s motel room. My husband and I had stayed at that motel once, back when I was trying to spice things up between us, so Mike let me drive. We shared a kiss and, naturally, my hand dropped to his lap. One quick feel in the dark told me he was hard again. I unzipped his pants and pulled out that thick hose of his. He unbuttoned my dress from the top, pulled it down to my waist, and unhooked my bra. His fingers found their way into my cunt and his thumb teased my clit. I gunned the engine and headed toward the motel as we felt each other up.

I didn’t think that coming while driving would be an acceptable excuse if Mike’s car got totaled in the process, but that didn’t stop us from giving each other handjobs. With one hand on the wheel, I jacked him off as he finger-fucked me and sucked my tit. Fortunately, the motel wasn’t that far, and as soon as I stopped the car, I had his cock in my mouth — just in time to swallow his come as I creamed his fingers and the seat of his car.

I spent the next few hours with him in his room, burning up the sheets until I went home. My husband thought I had a late dinner meeting, and barely acknowledged me when I crawled into bed next to him.

Mike and I made the most of his time in town. Right now, we don’t have any set plans to hook up again, but we still stay in touch. You never know.