A few months back I was in a car accident where the car behind shunted into mine. The guy in the car was so apologetic and straight away admitted to it being his fault. There was a reasonable amount damage to both cars and I was shook up. After phoning my husband Martin to get him to convey my insurance details over the phone, telling him first what had happened, I phoned the insurance company.
During that call Martin turned up in his car and went balistic with the guy who'd hit me. I swear he went totally mental. Ending my call I interviened and calmed my husband, telling him the guy had been really good, making sure I was ok and clearing both cars off the road. Eventually Martin stopped being a pratt and cooled off.
Two days after the crash I was at home when the door bell rang. It was the guy from our collision, a man I'll call Simon. He had a bunch of flowers in his hand, some chocolates and a cheque to cover the damage to my car. When I looked at the cheque it was way over the amount it would have taken to fix my car, and probably more than I would have gotten in some of those bogus whiplash claims.
Inviting him in we chatted for over an hour, funnily enough, mostly about my marriage to Martin. Before he left I apologised for my husbands behaviour and thanked him for the gifts and the money.
Later when my husband got home from work he went mental again. This time he was threatening to go to Simons house and beat him up. I couldn't understand what was wrong with him and started to defend Simon. Martins response was to say "Oh it's fucking Simon now is it. What, did he comfort you by sticking his cock up your arse". I couldn't believe this was my husband speaking. When I went to speak again I got one word out "Simon" before I felt an almighty slap across my face, before I fell to the floor.
The whole thing was now way out of hand and I didn't have a clue why. I tried talking to Martin but he just clammed up, so I was left hurt and totally confused. The following morning after I'd slept in the guest room, I took the flowers out of the bin, Martin had thrown them in there and was about to start putting them in a vase. I noticed a card and saw it had a hand written mobile number on it. Picking up my mobile I rang the number and within an hour Simon was back at our house.
He saw the bruising on my face and asked what had happened, so I went over everything that had happened from the crash onwards. Simon sat patiently and listened to what I had to say, not saying a word himself until I'd finished. He paused before he said "Look the crash wasn't an accident, I drove into you deliberately, maybe a little too hard, but all the same I did it on purpose". He must have seen my puzzled look before he added "Your husband Martin is the reason, that's why he's being so stupid with you. Twelve months ago he and my wife had a brief affair". Pause "She admitted it and I confronted your husband at his workplace, the same workplace my ex wife worked at".
There was a long silence as I took in what he'd just told me. As I thought about what Simon had just said, everything seemed to pop right into place. The moods Martin got into a year back, the constant late nights at work and not wanting sex with me. Then the accident and his totally unreal behaviour.
Before I could say anything Simon spoke, he said "Your husband must be the most stupid man on earth, you're very attractive, young and from what I can see for myself, you have a very, if you don't mind me saying, stunning figure".
My head was spinning and then one thing popped into my head, one thing I knew Martin wanted from me and something he'd said to me before he hit me, had I wanted Simon to fuck me up the arse. Something I didn't want Martin to do because of the size of his cock. Not because it was too big, on the contrary it wasn't big enough to please me there and I always ended up getting sexually frustrated.
It turns out Simons ex wife really had a thing for being taken anally and didn't mind a smallish cock fucking her there. Hey presto it all fitted (no pun intended) and I was alone in my house with the man who my husband had ended the marriage of.
Once again Simon was the perfect gentleman. Getting up he asked me if I ever got the desire to feel sexually excited or even just wanted to talk, to get in touch. He was gone a thirty seconds later and I was left with my own thoughts and a husband who'd cheated on me.
Four weeks passed before I finally got my head around what I was going to do. I didn't confront Martin, that would have been too easy for him. I kept my own council and decided to contact Simon after the four weeks. Driving to his flat I already knew what I was going to do.
As Simons door opened and he looked at me, I opened my coat to reveal I was totally naked underneath. The open invitation was obvious and we didn't waist too much time making the obvious happen.
Simon showered as I waited for him on his bed naked. To make him know I was completely his I knelt up on the bed with my arsehole to the doorway and began to massage my pussy and arse. I had two finger sinside my pussy and one up my rear hole when he entered. The look on Simons face was awsome, as was the next three hours of the most electrifying sex we had together.
I cannot even now understand why Simons wife would want to stray from there marriage. He has a great body, a large fat uncircumsized cock, which I just love to reveal the purple head of, after rolling back the foreskin with my mouth. He also loves to fuck me anally, something his ex wife adored, but it's me who he fucks now.
We have sex as often as we can, mostly at Simons flat, but it's in my and Martins marrital bed I love to fuck with Simon most. I always get extra horny, knowing Martin will be lying on the same place his wife had her pussy and arsehole licked, sucked the large cock of another man and had her mouth, pussy and arsehole fucked hard until she came. I've even wiped some of Simons cum onto Martins pillow, letting it dry, then watching him sleep on it.
I'll wait a while yet before I finally let Martin know. When I do, we'll be long gone with most of the money I've been squirreling away. I might even leave him with a bed full of mine and Simons cum juices, just to piss him off even more.