This happened a long time ago when I was in my mid-twenties and married to my first husband. I worked about an hour from home and worked late not getting out until 2am in the morning each night I worked. The job sucked and I was usually frustrated on my ride home most of which was along dark sparse roads.

One night I got a flat on one of those roads. I was still about 45 minutes from home, pulled over all alone on the side of a pitch black road at 2:30 in the morning with hardly any traffic and no homes in sight. I was nervous that I was going to get raped or killed. This was before I had a cell phone so I was on my own. I had no idea how to change a tire. I was super girly then, more worried about my clothes and make-up than anything practical like how to change a flat.

An older guy in his late thirties pulled up to help. He was really nice, and really attractive. I relaxed when he told me he was a off-duty cop headed home from work. I figured he was telling the truth because he was wearing his uniform pants and a white t-shirt.

He let me use his cell phone. I called my husband who was asleep. He shocked me when he said I was too far away and that he was too tired to come help me. I tried talking him into coming up to help me but he said to call a tow truck and hung up just as I was trying to say I love you to him. I felt like a complete piece of shit.

After I told the cop my husband wasn't coming, he said the right things. He made me laugh and told jokes and complimented me making me feel good about myself. Stuff like "oh shit he's in trouble now" and "Don't feel bad. Most guys would come running to help out a woman who looks like you do." I know it was the situation I was in but I started feeling an attraction to the guy.

The cop tried to change my tire for me but he needed a special tool to get the tire off which wasn't in my car. We had bought it used and it just wasn't there. I called my husband again who got mad at me for bothering him. I finally had to wait for a tow truck that was an hour from getting there.

I thought the cop would leave when he heard how long it was going to be and was nervous about being alone and sad because I liked being with him. To my surprise, he said he would stay with me and invited me to wait in his pick-up truck with him. I was honestly hot for the guy then. I had never cheated in my life but I was feeling it in the pit of my stomach sitting there in the dark all alone with this guy.

It wasn't long before I was right next to him touching him while we talked. I was flirting like crazy and looking back it's obvious that I pretty much threw myself at him. When we kissed that was it. I was all over the guy. He made me so hot and feel so good I would have done anything to please him. We made out, he got my bra off and shirt up and massaged my boobs and sucked them so well I was sopping wet. I grabbed and rubbed his dick while we kissed and he played with my boobs. He was really into me which considering the situation was great for me. He ended up eating me out better than my husband ever did making me cum right in his truck. I was resting and softly stroking his dick afterward before I said screw it and sucked on it for him for about ten minutes. I enjoyed it a lot, making him moan while he tenderly stroked my hair. I was wishing we were in a bed and had all night together.

We ended up fucking. I was thinking to myself all along that I wasn't going to go that far but when he positioned my body and slid in I just groaned it felt so good. He had such a nice hard dick I was fucking him back while he screwed me. He didn't last for more than a few minutes he was so worked up but he fucked me really fast when he came which made me cum for the second time while he was cumming. It was pretty damn good sex for the front seat of a pick-up truck. I wasn't on the pill at the time and was nervous for a few weeks afterward and kicking myself for letting him cum in me but I didn't get pregnant.

I never saw that guy again but that night changed how I viewed my marriage. I realized how selfish my husband was and how I had always subjugated myself to his needs. I became angry and acted out, cheating on him at every opportunity. I fucked guys on the side. I gave head to co-workers and friends. I had affairs with his friends, guys from our building and one of his relatives. We finally divorced long after we should have broken up. I later met the right man for me and we've been married ten years, have three kids and I've never felt the urge to cheat on him. I'm much happier now than I was in my first marriage that I don't ever feel bad about that night in that truck. In fact that flat tire was one of the best things that ever happened to me.