I probably should feel worse, but I don’t. I can’t explain why. It all started when my husband introduced me to his friend, J_____. I was instantly attracted, but I did what married women are supposed to do, and ignored that attraction.
That was until last week. My husband and I had not had sex in over six months. I was crawling the walls desperate for sex, but he was always too busy, too tired.
I’d had enough. I was feeling angry and frustrated, and my callers only served to make me HORNIER this week, instead of giving me that release I’ve come to count on!
I was so horny I was masturbating 3-5 times a day, and still feeling…unsatisfied.
So I hatched a plan. There were some tools in our garage J_____ had asked my hubby to borrow. He was on a work trip, so I quickly volunteered to let J_____ in during the week to grab them while he was away.
Only, when J_______ came over, I was wearing a skimpy little nightgown. I led him into the dark garage, and showed him the tools. But then I said:
“Before you take those, I’ve got something you could really help me with here”
And of course he said “sure, anything”
To which I said: “I really, REALLY need a good screw!”
At first he laughed, but then he realized I was not joking when I reached over and put my hand gently on the nice bulge in his pants.
So he said: “I can’t do that to _____(insert my husband’s name)”
Which I pretty much KNEW he would say, cuz he’s a pretty nice guy, besides being incredibly fit and hot. I had my response loaded:
“Look, I totally respect you not wanting to hurt _______. But the truth is, we don’t fuck anymore. At all. I haven’t had a cock in me in over six months. So it’s like this: I really, really need to get fucked. I promise I will NEVER tell on you, because I appreciate your friendship with my husband. But the man doesn’t fuck me. And I think you want to. I think you always have. And so have I.”
I was done talking. I moved in and pressed my body against him, grabbing his ass and pulling his hips into mine.
“Just FUCK ME, please!”
That did it. He was tearing off my nightgown, ripping at my thong with his teeth. He plunged his tongue into my pussy right there on the cold concrete garage floor as I let my legs fall to the side.
The man clearly loved to eat pussy, because he moaned as he licked me, sliding his fingers into me too, in and out.
Over and over. But he knew when to take out the cock.
He undid his belt and his pants. I squirmed when I saw the fat pink head. It was throbbing. (Come to find out later: HIS WIFE also hadn’t given HIM sex in 2 months!) It NEEDED pussy. But first.
I opened my mouth and took that beautiful meat in, all the way.
“Ohhhh yesssssss” he moaned, letting his head fall back.
I moved his cock down my throat, cupping his balls as I reached the base with my lips. I gave the balls a tug and he moaned. I sucked him like that for maybe 5 minutes and then HE said to me: “I gotta feel that pussy”.
“Lay down” I told him.
Then I sat right down on that juicy cock on his, feeling it reach up into my belly.
“Oh my god yes” he said as I clinched my pussy around his cock purposefully.
Then I used my legs to push me up and down, bouncing on his cock like a pogo stick.
I rocked back and forth, feeling his meat rub my G spot. It felt soooooooo good!
And the best part was we had no time limit! Hubby was gone, his wife was at work—we just fucked and sucked for a few HOURS in that garage.
After I rode him front-ways, I turned around and reverse-cowgirled his cock, so he could see my amazing ass. Then he wanted that next too. (Turns out his wife is a prude with a no-anal policy! Her loss!)
So he spit right on my tight little asshole and inched his tongue in. At this point, I’m up on the hood of my car! And he’s eating out my ass as well as he’d eaten my pussy. He really got up in there and worked that ass, spreading the cheeks as far as they would go. When he finally pushed me flat against the hood, I was so ready. He aimed that fat cock at my tight asshole and just PUSHED.
OMG. My whole body quivered as he made slow, deep strokes into my ass, both of us moaning loudly.
“Shit—I’m going to cum” he finally said.
“Me too” I told him, pressing my clit into the cold metal of my car, rubbing myself on it, “cum in my ass”.
He did—he gripped me hard and I felt him spurting deep inside me as we both cried out in pure ecstasy “YESSSSSSSSSS!”
And so long story short, we’re secretly fucking now twice a week, until my HUBBY finally decides to do right by me!