After that night I never thought I would cheat again. My husband didn’t suspect a thing about my infidelity. Our sex life continued on as it had always gone without me going down on him and the mediocre orgasms I would get from oral and occasionally during intercourse.
At night I’d lay in bed unable to sl**p because my pussy ached for a much deeper more filling satisfaction that I wasn’t receiving at home. I was also curious about other things that I had never given much thought to. What would it be like to touch another woman? Are black guys really better in bed? What about toys? What would it be like to go into an adult theater? It surprised me all the stuff that was seemingly suppressed in my mind for so long. And it made me feel guilty that I wasn’t attempting to experience this with my husband.
The next day I called into work while my husband was in the shower. We then shared breakfast before he headed to work and he thought I was going to. I needed time to figure out what the hell was happening to me, and if there was anything I could do to quench my thirst.
I went online and found some chat rooms where I discussed in vivid detail what I wanted to try and talked at length with men and women about this. As I talked with them I found my hand down my pants and I was masturbating with them as we discussed things. I had not masturbated since I was in college, giving it up because it made me feel dirty, but now not only did it help with my release, but it made me want more.
That is when I found myself in a all too stereotypical situation; there was a knock on the door. I didn’t think about anything, but just ran to the door hoping that maybe the person on the other side wouldn’t be too undesirable. There was a Hispanic man standing outside of my door with some papers in his hand. I quickly put my pants back on and answered it. "Hello."
The man looked me up and down, "Hi, Mam, I’m with the Baptist church just down the street and I was wondering if I could speak to you about some of the things we’re doing for the community."
"Sure." I answered and invited him in. He sat down on the couch not to far from where I had just been masturbating. The room smelled like my vagina, and I was still soaking from the online chats. I really didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying, but I causally put my hand on his knee and started rubbing further and further up his leg.
I could tell I was turning him on by the tightening in his pants and the fact that he was trying to scoot away from me and he kept his eyes on my B cups. Eventually I had enough and kissed him. I shoved my tongue down his throat and he attempted to push me off him, but I put his hands on my breast and straddled him. He gave in all too quick his hands exploring my body grabbing my ass and finding my soaking wet pussy.
I broke our kiss and slapped him hard across the face. Then I proceeded to undo his belt and zipper pulling his pants down freeing his cock. All in all it was about seven inches and it stood at attention ready for me to do what I wanted. I plunged my mouth onto it bobbing my mouth up and down getting an audible moan from the man. I pulled my mouth off with a pop and licked up and down the shaft massaging his balls as I licked. He put his hand on the back of my head and I took him inside my mouth again and sucked him hard up and down I went until I felt his cock begin to explode his cum inside my mouth. I kept it all inside my mouth and looked up at him as I pulled my mouth off of him and swallowed audibly making him shudder.
I then sucked him back to attention and pulled my pants and panties off. He then looked at me as I began to straddle him and said, "Mam, I’m married, we shouldn’t do this."
I looked at him and plunged his cock inside my wet tight hole and said, "I’m married too and I need you to make me call out for god right now." And I rode his cock while playing with my clit. I used my free hand to pull his hand to my breast and he began to knead my breast.
It wasn’t long before I screamed in orgasm and came all over his cock, but he couldn’t last much longer after that. I got one more orgasm in, "Oooooohhhh goooddddd!" and he came inside me. I rode him until his cock went flaccid and then got off him.
"Mam, are you on the pill at least?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he put his pants back on.
"No." I answered crushing what hope there was. He left then. And there I sat on my cloth couch with my pussy dripping with our mixed juices. I turned toward my computer, and wrote on the message board, "Anyone live near me want to clean my cunt?