I thought at the time my husband knew for the last eighteen months, I was having an affair, or at least suspected it. Our loving making had become stale, boring and quite frankly I wanted excitement, putting it bluntly I wanted to know what it felt like to fucked by a man with a big cock. I met a guy on line two years ago and we soon got chatting in a very sexual way. Right away I knew he had a nine inch dick and it looked form the pictures he sent me, so thick as well.
We arranged to meet up at a local country park and within an hour, I'd sucked him hard and took his full nine inches deep up my shaven pussy. Each time we both got time free to spend together after that, we would meet up someplace local and have such thrilling and dirty sex. I soon learned to take his cock up my arsehole and I also soon learned how much I enjoyed being fucked there.
A little over two months ago we were in his car. I was knelt in the back seat taking his cock up my arse, as he was massaging my tits. It was my lover who first noticed the man stood only feet away. When he told me someone was watching I looked up. The man I saw was my husband.
At first I didn't care and indeed we carried on having sex. I returned home to an empty house and a letter. It explained he'd known about us for months and had been organising his departure. Only after reading those lines, did I notice all the things missing that were his. Still I thought I would be ok, then a few days later I got a message from my lover over the internet, saying he no longer wanted to see me any more. I was devestated and so angry at myself for being used.
Two months on I've come to realise how much I actually love my husband. The thase I went through, I think was because my husbands cock was all i'd ever known from high school, and I wanted to experience different and new ways of enjoying sex. Now I know I've completely messed up with the one person in my life, I can truely and honestly say, loved me as much as I miss and love him now.