My husband is occasionally called away for a few weeks, and this last time I was determined to get through it by means of daily morning and evening self-satisfaction. But by the end of the first week I’d reached my limit. Be-fore I left work Friday afternoon, I called Kermit, a guy I’ve been seeing off and on for about nine years.

It’s nothing romantic, and I don’t enjoy the secrecy he insists on. (He says he’d die of shame if his adult married children — he’s 15 years older than me — living in the area find out he’s involved with a married woman.) But one thing I can say is that he has never left me unsatisfied, which is no small thing, size pun intended.

When I called, Kermit told me to go have a drink and he’d call me to tell me what room he’d checked into at our usual motel. I was finishing my second drink when he called to say his daughter had shown up unexpectedly to spend the night with him and he wasn’t going to be able to get away.

Shit! I ordered another drink, not looking forward to going home alone. As I finished my fourth drink, telling myself I’d better get going before I had to call a taxi, a man came up to me and said, “Do you remember me, Anita?” It took a moment, but finally I recognized a neighbor from when I was growing up. Henry is about ten years older than me, but he’d really had the hots for me — he was always checking me out as I “blossomed.” I was flattered by the attention, and sometimes even fantasized about Henry fucking me.

“Why, Henry,” I said, offering my hand, “what a nice surprise! Ohmygod, it must be ten years — no, more. Let me buy you a drink.”

“No chance,” he said. “I’m buying.” And we spent the next two hours catching up.

When other couples began dancing to the mellow piped-in music, Henry asked if I’d honor him with a dance. I was a little unsteady on my feet, so he held me close and I let myself melt against him. By the second song he was cupping my ass cheeks, pulling me against a bulging erection. During the next song he pressed his lips to my ear, swirled his tongue in it and whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long. I used to masturbate fantasizing about you, and countless times when I had to fuck Jennifer, I pretended it was you.”

I asked him please to get me out of there, saying I had never cheated on my husband and wanted to get to a taxi. So he paid the check and walked me out.

The fresh air perked me up, and I told Henry I was going to walk around the parking lot for a few minutes and I might be able to drive home. He said, “I’ll walk with you,” and we walked around the parking lot for 20 minutes, until I said I had to go back in the motel bar to use the ladies’ room. He said, “My room is just two doors down. You’re welcome to use the facilities.”

“Thanks,” I said, “that will save me time. I really want to get home now that I’m sober enough to drive.”

We went to his room, and in the bathroom I realized how horny I was. I couldn’t resist giving my clit a quick tease. I figured I could be home in ten minutes, then get out the big black dildo I only use when Wilson is away, so he won’t feel intimidated. I walked out of the bathroom to find Henry waiting for me in the nude, with a thick eight-inch erection standing up to salute!

One glance was all it took to make me lose every bit of restraint. I stood helpless as Henry took off my suit jacket, then ever so slowly unbuttoned my blouse, exposing the lacy white bra straining to contain my abundant breasts. After caressing my lacy mounds, he brushed the blouse off and reached around to unclasp the three hooks of my bra.

He took a step back as he drew the bra down my arms, baring my breasts for him to fondle and suck. He worshiped my tits until my knees buckled. He quickly caught me, and I felt his hand on my ass. I knew he was unzipping my skirt, and soon it was pooled at my feet as I was picked up and carried to the bed.

While I lay on it, Henry removed my pantyhose and panties, leaving me naked. Saying, “I can’t wait to taste your nectar,” he dropped to his knees, and I forgot everything except the incredible pleasure I began receiving the instant his tongue made contact with my vagina. He was masterful, not rushing me to orgasm, but bringing me to it so slowly, it was like torture. When he tripped my trigger, I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

When my eyes refocused, Henry was about to mount me. He moved into the valley of my thighs he formed by hooking his elbows behind my knees. His cockhead parted the lips of my sanctum. A long low moan escaped his lips as he fed the length of his thick cock all the way to his nut sac. Then he said, “Don’t move or I’ll blow. Give me a moment to control myself. Remember, I’m accomplishing what I’ve dreamed of for so many years.”

I said nothing, remaining dead still. He withdrew slowly, then thrust in to the hilt and blew his wad in me.

One stroke and done? I don’t think so! If a man lights my fire, he best be prepared to put it out.

Within seconds Henry’s erection subsided and slipped out of me, left dangling in the crack of my ass. But that left the full weight of his body bearing down on me, until I managed to roll him off. I realized just how much his orgasm had taken out of him.

Once I get to the point of arousal, I can be a patient girl. I snuggled under Henry’s arm while strumming my clit to maintain my arousal without allowing myself to come. It took awhile, but eventually my wait was rewarded. He rolled me over, hoisted me up on my knees and slipped his cock in me in doggie position, then fucked me vigorously for over half an hour before making his last deposit of the night.

It was daylight when I woke up next to Henry, who was sleeping on his back with a super boner sticking up. I could have slipped out quietly and gone home, but he had sort of redeemed himself with that belated half-hour fuck, and I thought there might be more where that came from.

I went to the bathroom, and when I returned to the bed carefully straddled Henry and lowered my still-wet cunt on his hard-on, without waking him. I just sat there with him inside me for close to five minutes before his eyes opened — and he was one surprised fucker! We enjoyed a long pleasurable session, with each of us getting our rocks off twice.

No way was I prepared for the bombshell that was dropped while we lay resting. Henry suddenly turned sheepish, and I was thinking, this time he has nothing to apologize for! But no, he tells me that he’s been having an affair with my mother since I was a teenager — and continuing to this day!

What the fuck? So all this talk about lusting after me all these years, and it’s really my mom he’s hot for? He insisted no, he really did lust after and fantasize about me all those years, it’s just that that’s in addition to fucking my mom.

This was getting all too crazy, and all I could think of was how much I just wanted to get myself the hell out of there. But he kept on yapping. “Your father only wants sex every five or six weeks,” he said. “I see your mom about three times a week.”

Too much information! Did I want to know my old man’s low fuck score?

Nevertheless, while I got dressed, I thought about it and decided there isn’t anything wrong with a mother and daughter sharing the same cock as long as it doesn’t involve incest. Still, it was still all pretty disgusting, and when Henry asked if he could see me again while he was in town, that was too much. I just got the hell out of there.

I was happily celibate the rest of the time till my husband returned home. There was no way that Henry could understand why it felt so good for me to be having “normal” sex with my husband — and I sure wasn’t going to explain! Still, I had to tell somebody. But please, don’t say anything to him!

— Name and address withheld