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 we enjoy each other. Our sex life is amazing. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things just happen.

Keith travels a lot in his work. On such a trip, the kids were at school, and because I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, a number of colleagues decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered him a lift. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian.

Lance was 21 and just out of college. He was about two meters tall and had an athletic construction, I must admit, I had admired at the office. At the bar we joked about work and we all had a good time. After a couple drinks, everyone had to go home.

I drove Lance to his apartment and on the way he kept me laughing. I loved him being in my car. His perfume was good for his chemistry and he smelled so good. When we got to his apartment, we were in the car with the engine on. We kept talking and looking at each other. I was getting nervous on a first date. I squirmed in my chair to make it comfortable. Every time our eyes met instantly, we knew what was going on. The feeling of lust in my lower abdomen was undeniable. I hadn’t felt like this since… Keith and I are dating! I wish he was home so I could fuck him and fantasize that he was Lance.

I could see that Lance wouldn’t make the first move since I was married and the buzz I had made me brave, so I innocently said, “I have to pee. Can I use your toilet?”

When we walked up the stairs, he apologized for the mess his apartment was. After I used the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wondering if I really wanted to do this. I knocked on grapefruit breasts and changed my bra. I teased my hair here and there, tried to decide what to do. I was all horny, my husband was out of town for two days, and there was a young stallion on the other side of the door.

When I walked back into the living room of the little apartment, Lance was still things away in a last minute cleaning rage. He was handcuffed to store videotapes. His beautiful ass was in his pants. When he heard me go into the room, he went to the bar and sat on one of the crutches. He was nervous with his keys on the counter. I walked up to him and when I came on the stool next to him, I deliberately fell back and landed on him. My hand planted firmly on his firm dick.

Apparently that was clear enough for a signal. Lance and I got an aggressive kiss. His big hands slipped over my sides and on my full breasts. I had long enough desire and went straight to his dick. In seconds, I had a boy 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 pretty thick. His head exploded in a full mushroom. While I was kissing around the base of his statue, the smell of his dick was intoxicating. His pubic hair was light and soft. This wide dick filled my mouth completely as I rolled my tongue over the bottom of his glands. I could see that he didn’t get a lot of blowjobs because he immediately started moaning. I wrapped my hands around his pole and started jerking him off while I gave him the dick sucking his life. I bet none of the college girls ever sucked him off like I did! His penis felt so good in my mouth when I bobbed up and down. It was exciting, with another dick in my mouth. It felt different. It tasted different. It smelled different. Lance was almost paralyzed. He was lying on the floor not moving, but tense like a steel rod. His breathing was faster and shorter. His eyes rolled back into his head and the tendons and veins bulge on his neck. I felt his glands start their spasms and I knew it would explode. His head swinged back, his whole body convulsion and sperm flew into my mouth.

While Lance was panting in recovery, I took off my pantyhose under my dress. I cracked his mouth and took his soft penis in my hands. When I massaged his limp, it felt like a handful playing. I was soaked. His mouth and tongue examined this strange pussy. He was kind of clumsy in this area. But the worst thing I ever got wasn’t bad. The more he licked around, the tension grew in my lower abdomen. When I was playing with his dick, it started swelling again and filling my fist.

I got up and dropped my dress. I reached around, broke my bra and my tits. His eyes roared to their escape, and his dick was in attention. I grabbed his dick and dropped my soaked lips on it. It slipped inside me and I felt my guts spinning. I ate forbidden fruit and it was exciting. I leaned a little forward so my nipples sat on his lips. He took the hint, he sucked one of the studs in his mouth as I lifted my hips up and down, back and forth on his rock hard dick. The more he kissed and my nipples sucked, the wetter I got. He rubbed his hands on my ass, legs, stomach and tits. Every time I ran into him, my clit was between his dick and his stomach. He got tense again. I was just coming when he ejaculated a second time. Pour his seed into me… And push me over the edge in an orgasm. I collapsed on his firm chest when my pussy grabbed like his still hard dick.

My pussy juices were still flowing when the debt started pouring in. We cleaned up quickly, had very short conversations, and then I beat a quick retreat. Drive home, tears hit a few times and dripping over my face. The salt of my tears mixed with the seed on my face, leaving a bitter taste on my lips. I couldn’t believe what I’d done.

After that, it wasn’t the same between Keith and me. When we made love, I couldn’t enjoy it. It just made me feel guilty. Because of my conscience I wanted to stay away from him. This burden weighed me morning, afternoon and night for almost a month. I had to tell him, but what would he do? I’d die if he left me. How would he take it? He probably already knew something was wrong.

One night after we put the kids to bed, I told Keith what I had done. I don’t even remember what I really said. I was completely numb, numb. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed with his back towards me. I supported his response. He didn’t say anything. Hot tears were dripping out of my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to explain that I still loved him and that’s why I told him about it.

“I can’t talk about this right now,” he said, standing but still refusing to look at me, “I don’t even want to talk about it.”

He left the room and slept in the living room. I was in bed, paralyzed. The clock ticked off the minutes that lasted for hours. I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, Keith had already gone to work. The house seemed so empty already with him gone and I thought to myself, “What if he doesn’t come back and this is how it will be…”

I went to work, but I wasn’t there. I drove through the movements, so it seemed like I was working, but my mind was on only one thing. I couldn’t stand being at work, but I was afraid to go home. Because he might not be here. Keith called that afternoon. I was glad to hear his voice, but my stomach was tied up in knots of fear. He said I should meet him at home after work before I picked up the kids and then we’d discuss it.

When I got home, Keith was already there. I was relieved when I came in and saw that he hadn’t packed everything to leave. I started crying again as soon as I saw him. I couldn’t control it. He sat next to me on the couch, which was good, so we didn’t have to see each other.

“I thought about this last night and today at work,” began Keith, “my first tendency was to just leave. I can’t do that. I love you.”

“I love you too, really, the whole thing was just stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking…”

Keith interrupted: “But I can’t let it go. It hurt. It still hurts. I just feel like a fool.”

I’m so sorry, Keith. You got to believe me. If I could undo it, I would. I’ll do anything to make it right."

“Well, yes, you will,” he said. The way he said it, he let me know he’d thought about it. “There’s a girl, Shannon…”

“Oh, okay. I think if you want to fuck another woman to make things right, I can understand that.”

“No, it’s not that easy, honey. I want you to be there and in fact you’re going to help.”

I didn’t have much influence in this case, so I agreed to his demands. From what I understood, I was to “serve” this woman and my husband. This would take place on the next Friday evening and he would take care of the other arrangements.

Keith stayed home from work Friday and when I came back, he already took the kids home. The dining table was occupied and I could smell eastern food. I thought this wouldn’t be so bad.

When Keith came out of the kitchen and saw me, he said: Go change. Shannon will be here any minute."

The outfit was a black leather teddy with a G-string back, a black leather miniskirt, a pair of black thighs and high heels. The teddy could barely hold my round breasts and the miniskirt came to the bottom of my ass. I looked like a slut.

I was so embarrassed when Shannon arrived, but she seemed comfortable. She had long auburn hair, green eyes and a full figure. Her dress was casual, not too sexy, but it highlighted her tits and hips. They were sitting at the table and Keith asked me to get some wine. He had put a bottle of zinfandel in a small cooler on the floor. I started moving the cooler to a more convenient place, like the sink, but he told me to leave it. So I went to their wine and realized why he was doing this. The skirt got up over my ass and gave them both a full view. I even thought my face got a little red, I felt excited in a kinky way. At dinner, I was a waitress to my husband and his redhead mistress. They both drank a few glasses of wine, exposing my ass. After dinner, I put away the dishes and cleaned the table.

“Okay, now for fun to start,” Keith said, get up from his chair. You want a bath, Shannon?

“That would be great.”

“Take a bath for Shannon,” said my husband.

They both watched me bow over the bath. Shannon pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the ground. Underneath she wore a silk white teddy. Her skin was beautiful, like most redheads. She slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and the lingerie slipped into her body. She smiled at me when I was helping her take a bath. Keith enjoyed this. His dick wanted to get out of his pants. I wondered what to do next. Was he gonna fuck her in the tub?

“Don’t just stand there,” was my husband’s order, “Bad her.”

I took the loofah and added fragrant badge. I bent over and started washing her soft skin. I rubbed her arms, then shoulders, and back first. Then I washed her chest, drove through her cleavage and then under her tits. They were slightly fuller than mine and I felt their weight when I lifted them. I was beginning to find this exciting. Then I started washing her legs and she spread them out to meet me, and revealed her fiery pubic hair. I was wondering if I was gonna eat that kitty tonight. Although I sometimes wondered what it would be like to have sex with a girl, I never had. Now I got excited by my husband’s future mistress. Her skin was so beautiful and soft. I dried her water beads when she came out of the bath.

Keith was already naked and he caressed his bulging dick as he watched. He led us to our bedroom, where he and Shannon undressed me. Keith tied me up so my arms would be pulled straight to the headboard. Shannon tied my legs well. My pussy was soaked and I wanted to be fucked so badly right now.

Keith and Shannon started kissing between my legs. Both from the occasional brushed against the inside of my thighs, making me even screamier. I was tied up, but I saw her mouth around his dick. Her lips slipped up and down the shaft effortlessly while Keith played with her clit with my vibrator. God, I wanted something inside me. I closed my eyes and listened to her blowing my husband’s dick. Keith screamed his approval in a series of moans. The famous moans I hear when I give him the head. I opened my eyes again and saw that he had now clamped his head between her legs. Both heads moved furiously when they kissed, licked and sucked each other. Maybe I should have been jealous, but I wanted someone to catch me. I started to smell Shannon’s juices when she got hotter. Keith had always told me that the smell of my pussy was a pheromone and immediately excited him. Now I knew what he meant. Shannon’s aroma made me want to bury my face in her crotch. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired of being ignored. I wanted to get fucked and fucked. Keith got stiff and I knew he was coming. I heard her try to breathe while she swallowed his sperm. Shannon crawled from him and above me, on all fours.

“Your husband’s dick was delicious,” she whispered in my ear, “Here, taste.”

She started kissing me. I could still taste his sperm when her tongue popped into my mouth. Her soft lips felt so good to me and I started kissing back. I begged her to play with my pussy, but she told me to wait. She reminded me that I had been bad and that she had to have an orgasm before I did. Seeing his wife kiss another woman was all Keith needed to get his dick ready. Shannon crawled a little forward so her nipples hung over my face. They were weak in color and about half my own dollar size brown nipples. I sucked one of the soft teats into my mouth. Shannon let go of a moan when Keith climbed her from behind. Her breasts were swinging back and forth when he hit her from behind. If she bent far enough, I’d kiss the soft bottom of her breasts. I looked down and saw his muscular thighs between her spread legs. With every punch, his balls crashed into her red bush. I could tell Keith had a drunk dick because he’d been fucking her for at least 15 minutes and wasn’t out yet. Shannon continued to emit a series of low keys, almost like a cat spinning. I wish she could get off so he could finally fuck me.

Shannon had still not had an orgasm, but Keith trembled and moaned as I knew it so well. He came second time. She backed her hips tight against him and grind a little to make sure he shot his whole load into her. When he retired, his dick was half hard. Shannon turned around, spread her legs all over my face and told me to eat her seed-filled pussy. She assured me that if I didn’t finally let her come, I wouldn’t get a chance either. Her lips and clit were swollen and sticking out under her beautiful red bush. Keith kissed the inside of my spread eagle legs but refused to kiss my pussy. When she dropped her swollen pussy on my face, a drop of sperm fell on my chin. She tasted as good as she smelled and I started licking her like a pro. I had never kissed another girl’s vagina, but it came for me, of course. I imagined what I would do to save myself. I thought this was what Keith saw when I was sitting on his face. My husband’s seed from another woman’s crack licked me over the edge. I just needed to be screwed! Keith must have read my mind because I felt his hard dick slip into my completely soaked hole. Oh, my God! It felt so good! Shannon kept rubbing her wet pussy against my mouth while I sucked her furious clitoris. Her legs started squeezing into my head and I had juice flowing into my mouth. She tried to breathe but sounded like an asthmatic. She punched her hips in my face when she shivered in an orgasm. She folded over me and relaxed. Keith’s dick has never felt better. Then she grabbed my vibrator and put it on my clit while he was fucking me. She knew exactly where to place it. Occasionally she pulled back my pubic hair with her fingers and sucked my clit while he kept fucking my ass. It only took me a few minutes to have the orgasm of my life. I tried to bend my back and flapper but I was still completely tied up, so I screamed loud enough that the neighbors probably heard me! Keith came for the third time. He pulled back and tried to shoot his sperm on me, but after Shannon had already sucked his balls, only a few drops fell on my stomach. Still kneeling over my face, Shannon put her hands behind his head and made him bow to lick it off.

Then Shannon was kind enough to let go of the handcuffs and Keith loosened my ankles. I was finally free. They lay on every side of me and kissed their seed from my face. Shannon gave me a sweet open mouth kiss and told me I’d been great, massaging my breasts. Keith said everything was forgiven.

If Keith leaves town and I get horny, I’m still cheating on him. Only now, instead of Lance or any other man, I’m calling Shannon and having the best sex of my life!