My indiscretion

I love my husband. He's a good father to my children, he's attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and enjoy being among us. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I'd cheat on him, but sometimes things just happen.

Keith has to travel often in his work. During such a trip, the children were out of school and since they had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, several of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was not familiar with the area, so I offered to take a walk. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything about Freudian about it.

Lance was twenty years old and was just out of college. He was about six feet tall and he had an athletic construction, which I must admit, he'd been admiring at the office. At the bar, we joked about work and had fun. After several rounds of drinks, everyone had to go home.

I drove Lance to his apartment and on the way, kept laughing. I loved being in my car. His colony mixed well with his chemistry and smelled so well. When we got to his apartment, we sat in the car with the engine running. We keep talking and looking at each other. I started getting nervous, like a first date. I got into my seat trying to get comfortable. Every time our eyes met directly, we knew what was going on. There was no denial of the feeling of lust hitting my lower abdomen. I haven't felt that way since Keith and I were dating! If only he was home so he could go home and fuck his brains, fantasize that he was Lance.

I could say that Lance was not going to make the first move since I was married and the buzz that had made me brave, so innocently I said, "I have to urinate. Can I use your bathroom?"

As we walked down the stairs, he made excuses for the mess his apartment was. After using the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. I wondered if I really wanted to do this. I hit my breasts carved in grapefruit and adjusted my bra. I threw my hair here and there, trying to decide what I was going to do. I was completely warm, my husband was out of town for 2 days, and there was a young stud across the door.

When I returned to the living room in the small apartment, Lance was putting things in a last minute cleaning frenzy. I was determined to keep some VCR tapes. His beautiful ass looked great in his pants. When he heard me in the room, he went to the bar and sat on one of the stools. He fumbles nervously with his keys at the counter. I walked towards him and when I was going up to the stool next to him, I fell back, landing against him. My hand stood firmly on his solid dick.

Apparently, that was pretty obvious to a signal. Lance and I got into an aggressive kiss. His big hands slipped on my sides and on my full breasts. I'd been lusting long enough and went straight for his dick. In seconds, he had this guy on his back on the floor and his pants around his ankles. He had the most beautiful penis. It was about 8 inches long and quite thick. His head had exploded in a full fungus. As he kissed around the base of his statue, the fragrance of his dick was intoxicating. His pubic hair was light and soft. This broad dick filled my mouth entirely as I rolled my tongue down the back of his glands. I could say he didn't get a blow job often, because he started groaning instantly. I wrapped my hands around his post and started masturbating while I gave him the dick sucking his life. I bet none of the girls in the brotherhood did it like me! His penis felt as good in my mouth as I fucked up and down. It was exciting, having a different dick in my mouth. He felt different. It tastes different. It smelled different. Lance had become almost paralyzed. He stayed on the ground without moving, but he was like a steel rod. His breathing came faster and shorter. His eyes were rolling back on his head and the tendons and veins on his neck were lurking. He could feel his glands starting his spasms and knew he was about to explode. His head turned back, his whole body convulsed and sperm flew into my mouth.

While Lance got in recovery, I peeled my panty hose from under my dress. I got in my mouth and took his penis soft on my hands. While he massaged his fellow, he felt like a handful of toy mass. It was soaked wet. His mouth and tongue explored this foreign pussy. He was pretty clumsy in this area. Then again, the worst lame I had wasn't bad. The more he licked around, the tension grew in my lower belly. While playing with his dick, he began to swell again and fill my fist.

I got up and let the dress fall. I got close, broke my bra and my tits tied. His eyes swooped at his escape and his puncture was brought to the attention. I took her dick and put my lips soaked on her. I fell into it and I could feel that my interior was spinning circles. I was eating forbidden fruit and it was exciting. I leaned slightly forward so my nipples were on their lips. Taking the lead, he sucked one of the studs in his mouth as he fucked his hips up and down, back and forth on his hard rock dick. The more I kissed and sucked my nipples, the more wet I stayed. He rubbed his hands on my ass, legs, stomach and tits. Every time I got into it, my clitoris was between the dick and the stomach. He started to lease again. He was about to come when he ejaculated a second time. Feeling your semen pouring into me pushes me right over the edge in an orgasm. I plunged into his solid chest while my pussy grabbed like his hard dick.

My pussy juices kept flowing when the guilt started flooding. We cleaned quickly, made a very brief little chat, and then hit a quick retreat. Getting home, tears hit a few times and tricked me in the face. The salt of my tears mixed with sperm in my face, leaving a bitter taste on my lips. I couldn't believe what I had done.

After that, things weren't the same between me and Keith. When we made love, I couldn't enjoy it. It just made me feel guilty. My conscience made me want to get away from him. This burden weighed on me tomorrow, noon and night for almost a month. I had to tell him, but what would he do? I'd die if I left. How would I take it? I probably could already know, I had to know something was wrong.

One night after I laid the kids, I told Keith what he'd done. I don't even remember what I said. She was totally numb, anesthetized. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, with his back on me. I prepared for your answer. He didn't say anything. Hot tears dripped from my eyes, blurred my vision. I tried to explain that I still loved him and that's why I told him.

"I can't talk about this right now," he said, standing up but still refusing to look at me, "I don't want to discuss it."

He left the room and slept in the living room. I slept, paralyzed. The clock marked the minutes that lasted hours. I don't remember sleeping, but when I woke up the next morning, Keith had already gone to work. The house already seemed so empty with him and I thought, "And if he doesn't come back and that's how it's going to be."

I went to work but I wasn't there. I headed through the movements, so it seemed like I was working, but my mind was just one thing. I couldn't stand being at work, but I was afraid to go home because maybe I wasn't there. Finally, Keith called that afternoon. I was glad to hear his voice; however, my stomach was tied in anxiety knots. He told me to find him in the house after work, before he picked up the kids and we'd discuss it then.

When I got home, Keith was already there. I felt relieved when I entered the house and I saw that I didn't have everything I had to get out. I started crying again as soon as I saw it. I couldn't control it. He sat next to me on the couch, which was good not to face.

"I thought of this all night before and today at work," Keith began, "My first inclination was to just go out. I can't do that. I love you."

"I love you too, actually, everything was stupid. I don't know what I was thinking...

Keith interrupted, "But, I can't let him go.

"I'm so sorry, Keith. You have to believe me. If I could undo it, I would. I will do anything to compensate you."

"Well, yes, you will," he said. The way he said he let me know he'd been thinking about this. "There's a girl, Shannon..."

"Oh, good. I guess if you want to take another woman to do things even, I could understand. "

"No, it's not that easy, Hon. I want you to be there and in fact, you're going to help. "

I didn't really have much advantage in this matter so I agreed to follow your demands. From what I understood, I was going to "serve" this woman and my husband. This would take place next Friday night and he would take care of the other arrangements.

Keith stayed at work on Friday and when I came back, he had already taken the kids to spend the night at friends' house. The dining table was prepared and could smell some kind of oriental food. I thought this might not be so bad after all.

When Keith came out of the kitchen and saw me, he led me, "Your suit is in bed. Go change it. Shannon will be here soon. "

The suit was a black leather teddy with a G-string back, a black leather miniskirt, a pair of black thighs, and high heels. The stuffed could barely hold on my round breasts and the miniskirt came to the bottom of my ass. He looked like an absolute whore!

She was so embarrassed when Shannon arrived, but it seemed very easy. He had long auburn hair, green eyes and a complete figure. His dress was casual, not too sexy, but he emphasized his tits and hips. They sat at the table and Keith asked me to bring them wine. He had put a bottle of zinfandel in a small refrigerator on the floor. I started moving the most convenient refrigerator, like the kitchen counter, but he told me to leave it where he was. So I went to get her wine and realized why she did this. The skirt got up on my ass, giving them a full view. I even thought my face had gotten a little red, I felt excited in a way of bad taste. During dinner, I acted as a waitress for my husband and his redhead lover. Of course, they both had several glasses of wine, making me expose my background. After dinner, I left the dishes and cleaned the table.

"Well, now to start the fun," said Keith, getting out of his chair. "Do you want a bath, Shannon?"

"That would be wonderful."

"Give a bath for Shannon," my husband instructed.

They both looked at me while bending over the bathtub. Shannon pulled his dress on his head and dropped it to the ground. Below, he was wearing a silky white teddy. His skin was just, like most redheads. The spaghetti straps of his shoulders were slipped and the lingerie slipped his body. He smiled at me as he helped the bathroom. Keith was enjoying this. His dick was dying to get out of his pants. I stayed there, wondering what I was gonna do next. I was gonna join her and fuck her in the bathroom?

"Don't stand there," was my husband's order, "bathe her."

I took the loofah and hung it with a fragrant bath gel. I got hurt and started washing her soft skin. I rubbed his arms, then his shoulders and his back first. Then I washed his chest, driving through his neck and then under his boobs. They were a little more full than mine and I could feel their weight as I lifted them up. I was beginning to find this very exciting. I started washing her legs and spread them to accommodate me, revealing her hot pubs. I was wondering if I'd be eating that pussy tonight. Although I had sometimes wondered how it would be to have sex with a girl, I never had. Now I found myself excited by my husband's lover. His skin was so fair and soft. I dry her water bills when she got out of the bathroom.

By now, Keith was already naked and was strangling his lumpy dick while he looked. He took us to our bedroom, where he and Shannon stripped me. Keith handcuffed me and tied me up so that my arms were thrown directly into the head. Shannon had expertly tied my legs open. My pussy was soaked wet and I just wanted to be so fucked up right now.

Keith and Shannon started dating my legs. Both occasionally brushed against the inside of my thighs, making me even warmer. He was tied tight, but tense forward, I could see his mouth wrapped around his dick. His lips slipped up and down the axis effortlessly as Keith played with his clitoris with my vibrator. God, I wanted something inside me! I closed my eyes and heard her sucking my husband's dick. Keith vowed his approval in a series of groaning. The family moans I hear when I give her my head. I opened my eyes again and saw that he now had his head between his legs. Both heads were moving frantically as they kissed, licked and sucked each other's genitals. Maybe I should have been jealous, but I just wanted someone to do me. I started catching Shannon's juices while heated. Keith had always told me that the smell of my pussy was a pheromone and instantly excited it. Now I knew what I meant. Shannon's aroma made me want to bury my face in his crotch. I couldn't stand it anymore! I was tired of being ignored. Keith hardened and knew he was coming. I could hear her trying to breathe while she ruined her semen. Shannon crawled over him and over me in the four.

"Your husband's dick was delicious," he whispered in my ear, "Here, taste."

He started kissing me. I could still taste his semen while his tongue was sticking in my mouth. His soft lips felt so good against me and I started kissing again. I begged him to play with my pussy but he told me he had to wait. He reminded me that he had been bad and had to have an orgasm before me. Seeing his wife kissing another woman was all that Keith needed to get his dick ready to go back. Shannon crawled a little so his nipples were hanging on my face. They were faint in color and about half the size of my own dollar nipples. I put one of the soft boobs in my mouth. Shannon let out a groan while Keith was riding it from behind. His breasts shook at him beating her from behind. When he bended far enough, he kissed the soft butt of his breasts. I looked down and saw his muscles in his extended legs. With every push, your balls hit your red bush. I could say that Keith had "small dick" because he had fucked her for at least fifteen minutes and hadn't left yet. Shannon continued to emit a series of low-key groaning, almost like a puring cat. I just wanted him to leave so he could finally fuck me.

As far as I could say, Shannon had not had an orgasm yet, but Keith shook and shook the way he knew it so well. He came for the second time. She leaned her tight hips against him and grinded a little to make sure he shot his whole load inside her. When he got out, his dick was semi-hard. Shannon turned around, spread his legs over my face and told me to eat his cum-filled pussy. She assured me that if I didn't make her run eventually, then I wouldn't have the chance either. His lips and claws swollen and glued under his beautiful red bush. Keith was kissing inside my extended eagle legs, but he refused to kiss my pussy. While she lowered her swollen pussy on my face, a drop of cum fell on my chin. She knew as well as she had smelled and started licking her as a professional. I've never kissed another girl's vagina all my life but it was natural. I figured out what I'd do to see if it was mine. I thought it was Keith when I sat in my face. Lamering my husband's semen from another woman's cleft completely led me to the edge. Keith must have read my mind because I felt his hard penis slipping into my hole completely soaked. Oh, my God! It felt so good! Shannon continued to rub his wet pussy against my mouth while sucking his angry clitoris. His legs began to tighten my head and the juices flowed into my mouth. I was trying to breathe but it sounded like a asthmatic. He put his hips in his face while he threw himself in an orgasm. He doubled over me and relaxed. Keith's dick never felt so good. Then he took my vibrator and put it right in my clitoris while he was fucking me. I knew where to put it. From time to time, I returned the pubis with my fingers and sucked my clitoris, while he kept fucking my hole. It only took me a few minutes before I had the orgasm of my life. I tried to arch my back and whip but I was still fully tied, so I just screamed loud enough that the neighbors probably heard me! Keith came for the third time. He went out and tried to shoot his sperm on me, but after Shannon had already drained his balls, only a few drops fell into my stomach. Still kneeling over my face, Shannon put his hands behind his head and made him bend to lick it.

So, Shannon was kind enough to release the wives and Keith unleashed my ankles. I was finally free. The two were on each side of me and kissed their sperm gently from my face. Shannon gave me an open-mouthed kiss and told me that I had been great while massaged my breasts. Keith told me everything was forgiven.

Now, when Keith travels out of town and makes me hot, I still cheated. Just now, instead of Lance or some other guy, I call Shannon and I have the best sex of my life!