Straight Female / 36
Steve and I have been married since I was nineteen (We'd been together since I was sixteen). His cock was the only one to have pentrated me. I have masturbated another guys cock in high school, but apart from that, I've had very little experience other than with my husband.
We'd settled down to bringing up our two children and I'd become physically lazy. I'd put on weight and looking at myself in the mirror this time last year, I hated the way I looked. With a new resolve I decided to get myself in shape and get fit at the same time.
Joining the gym wasn't easy as I was very self aware, but I went all the same. After a few months I really started to notice the difference, as did Steve. I don't know if it was him being scared of his wife looking fitter and healthier, but Steve started to throw derogatory remarks at me, telling me I'd never look slim and teenage beautiful again. It hurt me, it hurt me real bad, but it only made me more resolved to exercise and get fit.
I'd been to the gym taking one of my daughters with me (A bit of mother and daughter fun, plus we had a sneeky ice cream) I'd gotten myself down to a size eight (UK) and if I say so myself I was looking good.
On the way home Steve text me and asked if I could pick him up from the pub. He was drunk when we entered and he immediately started to put me down in front of his so called friends. Our daughter got involved and told her father he was being stupid and unkind, but Steve being Steve he carried on.
As we were leaving a really good looking young guy, around twenty or so years of age walked up to me, bent over slightly and whispered into my ear as Steve and my daughter were climbing into the car. He said " Hey honey, if your man dosen't know a good thing when he's got it, then a beautiful woman like you should be having fun with someone like me". As he said it he passed me a small piece of paper. Taking it, I smiled at him and then put it in my handbag, driving us all home in silence.
Two weeks later and in the early evening, I was almost in the same position. This time Steve wanted a lift before I went to the gym. As my body lost its weight through hard work in the gym and I began to look fit, I started to ware more revealing clothing. That's what I was wearing when I went inside to get Steve. He didn't abuse me this time, but he was still blind drunk. I found it hard to get him into the car as he kept on falling all over the place. Hearing a guy call my name, I turned to see the same young guy who'd passed me the note. He came over and helped me get Steve into the car. Steve in his own mind (I don't really know) must have thought we were taking the piss out of him, as we stared laughing, not at him, but at ourselves for the way we'd gotten him into the car. Steve lashed out and hit me flush in the face. Stunned and very angry, I looked at the young guy and told him if he wanted some fun to get in.
Relatively close to our house is a well known place for couples to make out. I drove there with Steve slouched across the back seat asleep and Josh, my new male friend was sat next to me in the passenger seat. The small skirt I was wearing had ridden up and it showed nearly all my thighs. I knew Josh was looking at my legs on the drive there, so I moved and made it ride higher showing him the small pair of pink knickers I had on. As he looked more and more I became horny for him, pressing my firm large breasts against the seat belt across my chest. Josh was obviously turned on himself as I could see a growing bulge in his jeans.
When I pulled up, the small car park was empty and it had started raining, a fine misty type of rain. I asked Josh to help me move Steve into the front passenger seat. It took us a few minutes, but Steve was fast asleep again in seconds.
There was no doubt or guilt in my mind at what I was about to do, and I knew I finally wanted to know what it was like to have some form of sex with another man. Holding onto Josh's hand I pulled him into car and onto the back seat.
Kissing him felt strange at first. He was only the third person to have kissed me passionately and it took a few seconds for me to fully let go. When I did, it was like opening the taps on my emotional and sexual frustrations.
Josh'd hands were roaming all over my body. Playing with my breats through the top I had on (I don't wear a bra when I'm going to the gym. My breasts might be large, but they're extremely firm) His other hand had reached under my skirt and I could feel his fingers slinding inside my knickers. The kissing was becomng more passionate, as I started to undo his jeans and reach into his underwear, and when I felt his fingers slide along my pussy slit my whole body shivered with anticipation.
Being penetrated, albeit only by his fingers at that time was amazing. I was only going to fool around with him at the outset, maybe give him a blow job. When his fingers entered me I knew I wanted the large thick cock my right hand beginning to masturbate, inside my soaking wet pussy.
Steve moved and murmured something, we froze, or I did. Josh didn't and he drove two fingers inside my pussy hole. The moan I gave made Steve answer as if he was awake "Ok babe".
The sound of his voice and Josh's attentions had a strange affect on me. I should have stopped, I should have realised what I was doing was wrong. It had the opposite effect.
Moving apart from Josh I quietly asked him, looking down and getting my first sight of his huge cock, if he'd fuck me. When Josh said he didn't have a condom, I turned on the seat and knelt up. I put my head between the front seats and offered Josh my pussy and arsehole. He didn't need a second invitation.
With my head only inches away from Steve's snoring face, I gasped as Josh rammed home his pulsating cock up my pussy hole. It was crampt in the car, but I couldn't have cared less, Steve had never fucked me like Josh was doing, and I was loving every single thrust of his young fat cock as it sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body.
Because of the way he was positioned (Feet in the rear foot wells either side of me and leant back, thrusting upwards) I soon began to start orgasming. Josh was hitting my G spot every time his cock pounded into me. Plus the whole scenario was making me super horny. I was being fucked in our car with my husband only inches away, oblivious to his wife getting well and truely fucked, by a guy who he only two weeks before he had tried to ridicule me in front of.
Turning my head I begged Josh to fuck me harder, I wanted his cock as deep as I could take it. The whole car was moving when my orgasm ripped through me and the gutteral sound I made as my body shook made Steve move. With Josh's cock still pounding away at my dripping pussy, I put a hand, the same hand which had only minutes before been masturbating Josh's cock, onto Steve's face and mouth and shooshed him to sleep.
I felt the weight of Josh's body on me as he moved. He whispered near to my ear if he could cum inside me. Still holding Steve face, I told him "Fuck yeah".
The flood of cum Josh's cock spurted up my c**t was awsome in it's feel and in it's amount. It felt like a firemans hose was going off inside me and with one final thrust, he emptied his balls up his new found lover, me.
The drive over to Josh's flat was horny in itself, as we discussed in a very sordid way what we'd like to do with one another when we met next. I'd already decided I was going to see him again, this time without the drunken excuse of a husband close by.
Finding the scrap of paper the next morning as Steve recovered from a very bad hangover, I text Josh and arranged to visit him the following day. It's something I've been doing ever since, whenver we both get time to have sex. I've also continued to exercise and keep fit. I now realise I've outgrown Steve and his drunken boring ways. As soon as I get myself and enough money together. Myself and our daughters will be leaving him to his beer, mates ?? and the poor excuse of a pub, he practically lives in.
We'd settled down to bringing up our two children and I'd become physically lazy. I'd put on weight and looking at myself in the mirror this time last year, I hated the way I looked. With a new resolve I decided to get myself in shape and get fit at the same time.
Joining the gym wasn't easy as I was very self aware, but I went all the same. After a few months I really started to notice the difference, as did Steve. I don't know if it was him being scared of his wife looking fitter and healthier, but Steve started to throw derogatory remarks at me, telling me I'd never look slim and teenage beautiful again. It hurt me, it hurt me real bad, but it only made me more resolved to exercise and get fit.
I'd been to the gym taking one of my daughters with me (A bit of mother and daughter fun, plus we had a sneeky ice cream) I'd gotten myself down to a size eight (UK) and if I say so myself I was looking good.
On the way home Steve text me and asked if I could pick him up from the pub. He was drunk when we entered and he immediately started to put me down in front of his so called friends. Our daughter got involved and told her father he was being stupid and unkind, but Steve being Steve he carried on.
As we were leaving a really good looking young guy, around twenty or so years of age walked up to me, bent over slightly and whispered into my ear as Steve and my daughter were climbing into the car. He said " Hey honey, if your man dosen't know a good thing when he's got it, then a beautiful woman like you should be having fun with someone like me". As he said it he passed me a small piece of paper. Taking it, I smiled at him and then put it in my handbag, driving us all home in silence.
Two weeks later and in the early evening, I was almost in the same position. This time Steve wanted a lift before I went to the gym. As my body lost its weight through hard work in the gym and I began to look fit, I started to ware more revealing clothing. That's what I was wearing when I went inside to get Steve. He didn't abuse me this time, but he was still blind drunk. I found it hard to get him into the car as he kept on falling all over the place. Hearing a guy call my name, I turned to see the same young guy who'd passed me the note. He came over and helped me get Steve into the car. Steve in his own mind (I don't really know) must have thought we were taking the piss out of him, as we stared laughing, not at him, but at ourselves for the way we'd gotten him into the car. Steve lashed out and hit me flush in the face. Stunned and very angry, I looked at the young guy and told him if he wanted some fun to get in.
Relatively close to our house is a well known place for couples to make out. I drove there with Steve slouched across the back seat asleep and Josh, my new male friend was sat next to me in the passenger seat. The small skirt I was wearing had ridden up and it showed nearly all my thighs. I knew Josh was looking at my legs on the drive there, so I moved and made it ride higher showing him the small pair of pink knickers I had on. As he looked more and more I became horny for him, pressing my firm large breasts against the seat belt across my chest. Josh was obviously turned on himself as I could see a growing bulge in his jeans.
When I pulled up, the small car park was empty and it had started raining, a fine misty type of rain. I asked Josh to help me move Steve into the front passenger seat. It took us a few minutes, but Steve was fast asleep again in seconds.
There was no doubt or guilt in my mind at what I was about to do, and I knew I finally wanted to know what it was like to have some form of sex with another man. Holding onto Josh's hand I pulled him into car and onto the back seat.
Kissing him felt strange at first. He was only the third person to have kissed me passionately and it took a few seconds for me to fully let go. When I did, it was like opening the taps on my emotional and sexual frustrations.
Josh'd hands were roaming all over my body. Playing with my breats through the top I had on (I don't wear a bra when I'm going to the gym. My breasts might be large, but they're extremely firm) His other hand had reached under my skirt and I could feel his fingers slinding inside my knickers. The kissing was becomng more passionate, as I started to undo his jeans and reach into his underwear, and when I felt his fingers slide along my pussy slit my whole body shivered with anticipation.
Being penetrated, albeit only by his fingers at that time was amazing. I was only going to fool around with him at the outset, maybe give him a blow job. When his fingers entered me I knew I wanted the large thick cock my right hand beginning to masturbate, inside my soaking wet pussy.
Steve moved and murmured something, we froze, or I did. Josh didn't and he drove two fingers inside my pussy hole. The moan I gave made Steve answer as if he was awake "Ok babe".
The sound of his voice and Josh's attentions had a strange affect on me. I should have stopped, I should have realised what I was doing was wrong. It had the opposite effect.
Moving apart from Josh I quietly asked him, looking down and getting my first sight of his huge cock, if he'd fuck me. When Josh said he didn't have a condom, I turned on the seat and knelt up. I put my head between the front seats and offered Josh my pussy and arsehole. He didn't need a second invitation.
With my head only inches away from Steve's snoring face, I gasped as Josh rammed home his pulsating cock up my pussy hole. It was crampt in the car, but I couldn't have cared less, Steve had never fucked me like Josh was doing, and I was loving every single thrust of his young fat cock as it sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body.
Because of the way he was positioned (Feet in the rear foot wells either side of me and leant back, thrusting upwards) I soon began to start orgasming. Josh was hitting my G spot every time his cock pounded into me. Plus the whole scenario was making me super horny. I was being fucked in our car with my husband only inches away, oblivious to his wife getting well and truely fucked, by a guy who he only two weeks before he had tried to ridicule me in front of.
Turning my head I begged Josh to fuck me harder, I wanted his cock as deep as I could take it. The whole car was moving when my orgasm ripped through me and the gutteral sound I made as my body shook made Steve move. With Josh's cock still pounding away at my dripping pussy, I put a hand, the same hand which had only minutes before been masturbating Josh's cock, onto Steve's face and mouth and shooshed him to sleep.
I felt the weight of Josh's body on me as he moved. He whispered near to my ear if he could cum inside me. Still holding Steve face, I told him "Fuck yeah".
The flood of cum Josh's cock spurted up my c**t was awsome in it's feel and in it's amount. It felt like a firemans hose was going off inside me and with one final thrust, he emptied his balls up his new found lover, me.
The drive over to Josh's flat was horny in itself, as we discussed in a very sordid way what we'd like to do with one another when we met next. I'd already decided I was going to see him again, this time without the drunken excuse of a husband close by.
Finding the scrap of paper the next morning as Steve recovered from a very bad hangover, I text Josh and arranged to visit him the following day. It's something I've been doing ever since, whenver we both get time to have sex. I've also continued to exercise and keep fit. I now realise I've outgrown Steve and his drunken boring ways. As soon as I get myself and enough money together. Myself and our daughters will be leaving him to his beer, mates ?? and the poor excuse of a pub, he practically lives in.
