Straight Female / 38
My husband and I have been married four years. We're still very much in love and he's the most kind, considerate, supportive man I have ever met.
Initially, we had a little trouble in the sack because I was used to rather wild and kinky sex with my ex while my hubby is very strait-laced. He doesn't do dirty talk, he refuses to describe women whom he met who he was attracted to, etc... all of which I need to rev up my engine.
But in the last year, we have managed to strengthen our connection and our sex life has become really good.
Which is why I wonder how it came to pass that I am feeling the hots for a complete stranger all of a sudden.
I was alone for a week while my husband was away on work. I didn't have much to do, so when a guy, let's call him Alan, buzzed me on Facebook, I started chatting with him idly. He is 24 and just starting out in his career and I was happy to guide him a bit.
Soon though, the FB chat turned into a non-stop connection on Whatsapp and we started doing a little double entendre. The conversation got quite loaded and before we knew it, we were having phone sex!
I had resisted all his overtures to meet but the night after we moaned and masturbated into each other's ears, I couldn't hold myself back anymore.
The minute we met, sparks flew. I suddenly found my hand in his and I didn't care if anybody saw! We had coffee together and then decided to take a cab to the Hard Rock Cafe. The cab ride was really thrilling and I felt like a teenager all over again. I was very aware of how his thigh was touching mine, his fingers curled around my own and the delicious fragrance he was wearing. Half way through the 45-minute drive, we started kissing. It was very hot and I didn't even realise when I bit his lower lip (which drove him wild). I caressed his hard cock through his jeans and wished he would get to my boobs. He didn't, cos he was really scared too. We reached HRC in this state of arousal and had a dazed drink together... sitting apart but dying to touch each other.
By then I had to rush home as my husband's flight had landed. I don't know how I faced him when he got home. He did say that I was looking even more beautiful as I had a natural blush!
After that, I have been having clandestine chats with Alan through the day. We have had wild phone sex on several occasions and he has sent me pictures of his huge dick. Whenever he talks about doing the real thing, I say no, though my body wants to say yes.
Last week, I agreed to meet him in a cinema hall. Although I said it was the safest place to meet as it's dark and no one would see us together, I actually secretly wanted his hands all over me. After ages I found myself shaving my pussy extra carefully, rubbing in a chocolate-scented moisturiser, etc. I even wore a dress with a zipper down the front and no panties so that he could play with any part of me he wanted to.
Unfortunately, he was guilt-ridden at meeting a married woman like that and was too stressed to get into a make out session.
I wonder whether I would have gone through with it if he had made a move on me. Considering that my pussy gets all puffed up and nipples spring up hard when I think of him, maybe it's only a matter of time.
And, for now at least, my husband is happy too. He may not know why it's happening, but he is pleased as Punch that I am so wet all the time and gagging for sex so much!
Initially, we had a little trouble in the sack because I was used to rather wild and kinky sex with my ex while my hubby is very strait-laced. He doesn't do dirty talk, he refuses to describe women whom he met who he was attracted to, etc... all of which I need to rev up my engine.
But in the last year, we have managed to strengthen our connection and our sex life has become really good.
Which is why I wonder how it came to pass that I am feeling the hots for a complete stranger all of a sudden.
I was alone for a week while my husband was away on work. I didn't have much to do, so when a guy, let's call him Alan, buzzed me on Facebook, I started chatting with him idly. He is 24 and just starting out in his career and I was happy to guide him a bit.
Soon though, the FB chat turned into a non-stop connection on Whatsapp and we started doing a little double entendre. The conversation got quite loaded and before we knew it, we were having phone sex!
I had resisted all his overtures to meet but the night after we moaned and masturbated into each other's ears, I couldn't hold myself back anymore.
The minute we met, sparks flew. I suddenly found my hand in his and I didn't care if anybody saw! We had coffee together and then decided to take a cab to the Hard Rock Cafe. The cab ride was really thrilling and I felt like a teenager all over again. I was very aware of how his thigh was touching mine, his fingers curled around my own and the delicious fragrance he was wearing. Half way through the 45-minute drive, we started kissing. It was very hot and I didn't even realise when I bit his lower lip (which drove him wild). I caressed his hard cock through his jeans and wished he would get to my boobs. He didn't, cos he was really scared too. We reached HRC in this state of arousal and had a dazed drink together... sitting apart but dying to touch each other.
By then I had to rush home as my husband's flight had landed. I don't know how I faced him when he got home. He did say that I was looking even more beautiful as I had a natural blush!
After that, I have been having clandestine chats with Alan through the day. We have had wild phone sex on several occasions and he has sent me pictures of his huge dick. Whenever he talks about doing the real thing, I say no, though my body wants to say yes.
Last week, I agreed to meet him in a cinema hall. Although I said it was the safest place to meet as it's dark and no one would see us together, I actually secretly wanted his hands all over me. After ages I found myself shaving my pussy extra carefully, rubbing in a chocolate-scented moisturiser, etc. I even wore a dress with a zipper down the front and no panties so that he could play with any part of me he wanted to.
Unfortunately, he was guilt-ridden at meeting a married woman like that and was too stressed to get into a make out session.
I wonder whether I would have gone through with it if he had made a move on me. Considering that my pussy gets all puffed up and nipples spring up hard when I think of him, maybe it's only a matter of time.
And, for now at least, my husband is happy too. He may not know why it's happening, but he is pleased as Punch that I am so wet all the time and gagging for sex so much!
