Is there anything sexier than fucking another man’s wife? I’ve yet to find a bigger thrill.

I probably caught this particularly hot bug my sophomore year in college when I screwed my roommate’s girlfriend. It was so much fun to hear her screaming my name as I fucked her on his futon. In the five or six years since then, I’ve had the pleasure of hooking up with nearly a dozen married or other-wise partnered women. Sometimes it’s a spontaneous fuck that lasts 20 minutes; sometimes it’s a full-blown affair that lasts for months. My latest conquest is an excellent example of the high I experience when I’m banging married poot.

I met Danielle playing golf, of all things. A buddy and I had decided at the last minute to try to catch an afternoon round. The starter squeezed us in with another double: Danielle and her husband.

Of course I noticed Danielle right off. She was in her early thirties, about five five with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and one of those great former-cheerleader bodies. She had probably added five pounds since her college days, but I think most of it had gone to her tits. She wore a pair of tight white shorts that showed off her firm ass and tanned, toned legs. Whenever she took a swing, her polo shirt flew up to reveal a fluted waist and tight abs. Needless to say, watching her bend over a putt gave me a major boner.

I was cool at first, but after about the fifth hole, I just couldn’t help myself, and started to flirt big-time. Her husband seemed oblivious, which only made her flirt back. The fact that he was shaving strokes was a bit of an incentive too.

After we putted out the 18th, we all shook hands. I took the risk of holding Danielle’s hand for an inappropriately long time as I gave her my best “I really want to fuck you” eyes. She flashed a hell of a smile, and those big blue eyes held mine the entire time.

As my buddy and I walked to the car, I said, “I’m going to lay that babe within the week.” He told me I was full of shit.

During the round, she’d mentioned where she worked. In the middle of the week, I dropped by just before noon. I faked surprise at seeing her, made up some reason for being there, and asked her out to lunch. If she said yes, I knew there’d be more than salad. If she said no, I knew I was never going to get any.

&ldquot;Sure, Tyler, that would be great,” she said excitedly. A couple of hours later, I had those toned legs wrapped around my head and I was eating her blonde pussy. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself —

The key in these situations is to act boldly and decisively, but not push too fast. It’s sort of a surge-and-gauge, surge-and-gauge pattern. We did indeed have lunch. I chose a restaurant in a cool little boutique hotel I’ve used before. At this point you have to make it absolutely clear you want her, but not actually say or do anything to make it seem like you just expect her to lie back for you. You have to give her the lust-filled eye lock, but don’t talk too much. Ask her a lot of questions and listen intently to her responses. If you’ve picked a winner, things will pretty quickly gravitate to some combination of the following subjects: “My [husband/fiance/boyfriend] takes me for granted,” which really means, “I’m lonely and you seem to think I’m hot.” Then there’s “I’ve been working out a lot lately,” which is code for “You should see me naked.” Finally — and this is the one you really want to hear — “I did this really wild thing once,” which is code for “Yeah, I like to fuck.”

This is a tricky point, because if you wait too long, she’ll think you sincerely want to “just be friends,” and she’ll feel embarrassed for thinking anything else, and back-pedal her way right back to bogus marital bliss. So as soon as you think she’s put enough clues out there, you’ve got to jump in with — and this is the hardest part — honesty (mostly).

I listened to Danielle complete the code, and then gave her a shy smile. “Danielle, I need to confess something to you, and I sure hope you don’t think I’m a complete jerk. But I was really hoping I would run into you today. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since I met you. I know this sounds despicable, but I think you’re the hottest woman I’ve met in a long time, and I really, really want to take you to bed.” Then I reached across the table and touched her hand.

I’ve had this blow up on me only once (I got called a pig in a loud voice in a public place). But this time, as usual, my techniques worked like a charm. She squeezed my hand hard and said, “Let’s get out of here.” Of course, thanks to careful planning, “out of here” meant simply an elevator ride five flights up.

Things can go several ways at this point. Sometimes a woman’s juices are already running at full tilt, and as soon as you get someplace private, she just explodes with lust. Before you can say “brassiere clasp” she’s got her mouth wrapped around your dick or she’s bent over the nearest solid object with you close behind. As I suspected, Danielle needed a little more cultivating.

We stood in the alcove of the hotel room and started with soft kisses. I could sense that dragging this out would bring the best results, so I focused completely on her mouth and neck, holding her against me while fighting the urge to grope her tits, yank her skirt off, or throw her onto the bed. We kissed and kissed and kissed until she was drunk with endorphins. Then I slowly disrobed. I kept my eyes locked on hers until I was naked. I find this can be very effective. To begin with, it sets the woman at ease because I’m the one taking the risk of exposing myself. Then, as the shirt comes off to reveal my hard body and the shorts get dropped to show off a thick and eager prick, a switch trips in her head and she’s ready to jump in and play hard.

This was certainly the case with our Danielle. When my cock swung free from my pants and pointed at the ceiling, she said, “Oh my God,” reached for it, and bent toward it. But I was really enjoying stretching this out, and I had a strong feeling that if this afternoon went especially well, I’d have her pussy for months to come.

I took her hand and pulled her up to me, pressing my hard cock against her silk blouse, and returned to the deep, slow kisses. When I was sure she was ready to scream, I stripped her slowly and delicately until she was naked before me. Then I switched gears a little. It was time for a surge.

I backed her against the wall, stretched her arms up over her head, and kissed her more thoroughly. Still holding her arms above her, I bent down and took her gorgeous breasts into my mouth. I lingered there nuzzling, kissing, licking, and sucking until I could sense her breath shortening and feel her heart thundering. I released her arms and dropped to my knees, licking down her firm belly and along her hip bones, then down the inside of her thighs. At last I moved to her pussy, parting her lips with my nose and tongue.

Of course she was already swollen and soaked. She could tell I was having a hard time bending my long frame low enough to get a good angle, so she grabbed my head and went up on tiptoe to try to make it easier for me. I cupped her ass cheeks to steady her and stepped up the pace and the pressure from my tongue, sometimes tearing away to gently bite her mound or shove my tongue as far up her hole as I could.

In less than a minute she was starting to come. I pulled away and spun her around so she was supporting herself with her hands against the wall. What an excellent view she provided! Her long blonde hair cascaded down the arch of her lower back and the muscles of her ass flexed and spread as she once again raised herself up, waiting for my mouth to return to her open pussy lips.

I dove back in, licking the length of her slit and then up between her ass cheeks, swirling around her other hole before driving back down to her clit. I grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against my face, fighting to keep my tongue on her clit. I was soon rewarded with the trembling waves of her orgasm and a mouthful of her honey. She alternately pressed against me and struggled to wriggle away as the contractions rolled through her. To my pleasant surprise, the nasty girl inside of the little suburban wife finally started to come out. “Oh, yes, fuck, yes. Eat me, baby, eat me. Lick my cunt and ass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I took that literally — while she was still coming, I stood and thrust into her in one smooth movement. She shouted out, “Oh yeah, Tyler, fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock!” She bent over to take me in as deep as she could. I took a breast in one hand and an ass cheek in the other and moved with long, steady strokes, making sure my balls hit firmly but not too roughly against her clit.

Then I started in with my own dirty talk: “Your husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? He has no idea how much you love cock, does he? You’re such a hot, gorgeous slut! I’m going to do things to you your husband has never even heard of.”

“Fuck, yes, Tyler. Do anything you want. I need your cock,” she answered back before emitting a long, tortured orgasmic scream. “Yes!” She had passed the point of no return. As was so often the case, you get a married woman to a certain point, and suddenly all the barriers are gone. She’ll do stuff with you she’d never think of doing with her husband. Probably something to do with crossing the cheating line to begin with; once they cross that line, what’s one more?

I banged Danielle to her finish, all the while eyeing her pink puckered sphincter opening and closing with the rhythms of her orgasm. I took a risk and pushed my thumb into her asshole. She gasped and looked back at me, then bit her shoulder and purred. It was mine if I wanted it, and of course I wanted it.

For the past few months I’ve gotten all that and more from Danielle. Like so many others, this sweet wife has proved to be quite the porn star when she wants to be. Of course, all too soon her husband will get suspicious or she’ll start to get too romantic with me and I’ll have to break it off. But if I time things right, there will be some other married woman waiting in the wings.