Cheating

About six years ago I went on a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories about people, married people and others, and found sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a California beach and was very picturesque. In the living room lived 3 sex workers. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with a woman I thought might be interested in. Our group consisted of women with different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single made me feel I had nothing to lose.

One of my best friends mothers is about 42 or 43 years old and is absolutely beautiful. She is about 5'7" with long, smooth legs, and perfect breasts that are not too big not too small. They look natural, so they look perfect. She’s the typical blonde soccer mom everyone wants to fuck around. She is a gardener and takes extra care of her bushes for her house and her gardens in the backyard.

Sit in my backyard, have a cold beer, the doorbell goes. Get up, I’ll only answer to find a shimmering blonde with surprising green eyes standing in my doorway. I feel a rise in my pants!

“Is the lady of the house inside?” she says sweetly.

“No, but what can I do for you?” I’m responding.

“My name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Literally, it was as innocent as that. I was passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Even though she knew how I felt, we’ve had lunches free of obligation for months now. A while back we went to various parks and had nice talk. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massage to release tension. I even massaged her. And several times we shared a delicious, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew there was more to our feelings than these “meetings,” and we each hungered for more in our own way. But we were at least loyal, physically loyal.

I first met him through an online chat room; It started with discussing the weather, the news, the usual chit chat and continued to discuss our sexual fantasies. Here it became interesting, we were both half thirty, both married, both horny and open-minded. When he first told me about his favorite fantasy I was interested but careful, it seemed like something other woman would do, certainly not me. When we got to know each other, I became determined to help him fulfill his imagination. The fantasy he had in mind was as follows, he walks into a hotel room to find a woman, naked, eyes closed, kneeling on the bed. Pretty simple so far, the really exciting thing was that he and the woman would never have met before and would have no idea how the other person saw, too, she wouldn’t be allowed to open her eyes until he said that. This part excited me, I had talked to him for a few months and we had spoken on the phone, but I could only believe his word about his appearance. I decided to do it and we arranged it for next week.

A message on the answering machine was the only message from his arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would only be here 48 hours. She sighed with frustration. Twice before she touched him. The first time, many years before, she was strongly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty bad. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on his shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was definitely a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become reality would be another story.

I found out my new friend Evelyn wasn’t that moody. She didn’t get upset easily. One day I was a little surprised by a small but sudden change in her mood. We were at the mall, and she asked me to go to one of those fancy women’s boutiques where she was gonna leave a dress she bought earlier. She kept me waiting at the register while she went back to the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left she was in her usual pleasant, cheerful mood, but when she returned she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She just said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but first had to measure her. She said she’d be right back and then walk back to the dressing room. It’s a little funny, but when I saw her walk away, I thought about her body.

My wife is a beautiful woman, with long, fiery red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she’s six feet tall, shapeful legs. Her figure is perfect with full, sturdy tits of 39" that require a D-cup bra. Her hips are also 39" but not a gram of fat. She’s got the smoothest, tightest, rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Although her broad hips give her a big ass, her little 24" waist ends from her hour glass figure.

She looked good in what she had. The shape of her body suggested that she was very athletic.

Her top was cut low enough to show her cleavage in her beautifully proportioned breasts. When she bent over, they almost seemed to fall out.

The pants she was wearing were tight on her ass, screaming a little at her feet. She had a nice ass.

She kept following me at the gym. After I finished with a certain machine, I went through the room to work out another arm/shoulder muscle. After a minute she stood next to me. This happened several times.

I met my current wife Jane on the Internet. Then we were married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and unnecessary to say that my sexual energies were unimaginable. An occasional jerk in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was par for the course. Jane was also married to a very conservative man who actually wanted missionary sex twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for three months, and in those three months, we’ve been exploring our wildest sexual fantasies online. I think we thought we’d never meet, so let’s go online. I write Jane e-mails that start a fantasy and ask her to finish them. Boy, did she ever kill them. One of my fantasies was to be dominant over Jane and let her do slutty things. A fantasy I started was Take Jane to a shady club and let her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking everyone in the club.