Straight Female / 32
If there is one thing I've learned over the last five weeks is, never ever just presume someone is telling you the truth, because they sound insistant, hug you and cry alongside yourself as you try to bare the agony of betrayal. That's precisely what happened when someone who I thought was a friend and trusted collegue, told me my husband was cheating on me with his young office cleaner.
The young girl who my husband was supposed to be fucking has only just turned nineteen. She's very pretty and has a fabulous body. I know all this because she's my cleaner too. The company I work for just happens to employ the same office cleaning firm, my husbands does. Apparently my friend supposidly over heard the young girl describing how she'd been having an affair with a married man, whos wife worked at our company. And he worked for a IT company she'd let drop int the conversation she was having. The defining part of the description was my friend telling me the girl had described our home in detail, especially our bedroom.
Within two hours I had the young girl sacked for some stupid reason. A reason my friend thought up to have her employment terminated, as I wracked my mind as what was best to do. My husband had left that morning for three day trip to Europe and I knew he wouldn't be contactable for at least another twelve hours. My head was spinning with anger, betrayal, jealousy and an overwhelming sense of loss. I left the office early and drove home to cry my heart out.
Waking in the semi gloom of evening, I slowly remebered why I was alone and cold, lay on our tear stained sofa. I cried again for what seemed like hours, but eventually the hurt turned to anger and I decided to get myself ready and go out. I knew where I was going and why.
Reaching the bar I was immediately greeted by some old faces I'd not seen in years. Two in particular were men I'd flirted with heavily not long before I'd met my husband. They both looked at me and how I was dressed and probably guessed I wasn't there to discuss the weather. I had on my very short black dress. One I usually only wore in our house, when dressing up for a sexual evening at home with my husband. It did nothing to hide my female curves, long slender legs and ample sized breasts. Nor did it cover my pussy and ass when I bent over, something I did within minutes of being in the bar. I'd pretended to be pulling up the tops of my long leather black boots which nearly reached my knees, but I knew a lot of the guys in the bar were actually getting a great view on my freshly shaven pussy and tight ass.
It took only a minute for the two men I'd flirted with years before, to come over and for one of them, a guy called Tony, to ask me if I was there to make his night. Looking at his friend Jerry and then back at him, I answered by telling them both "Depends if you can last all night". As we neared Tony's flat bed truck, I'd already made my mind up, both of the men who were kissing and feeling my body all over, would be allowed to do anything sexual they wanted with me.
The drive over to jerry's small apartment only took five minutes, but in that time I'd sucked Jerry's cock hard until he shot his load all over my face. His cock wasn't as big as my husbands, but by that stage I didn't give a shit. Tony looked on telling me he knew all those years before I was a slut. With cum all over my face, all I could think to say was "I'm going to be anything you want".
And that is just exactly what I was for the pair of them, a slut. A hurt married woman desperate to feel wanted sexually, a woman desperate for two strangers to fuck her remoresly into sexual oblivion. It's something Tony especially didn't dissapoint me on. We fucked pretty much the whole night as Jerry's stamina waned after an hour. He'd cum again, but that time I'd had him fill my asshole with his hot sticky seed, as Tony's much larger cock drove hard and fast into me, filling and stretching my pussy until I came violently.
Not yet satisfied or feeling avenged, I asked Tony if he wanted me to do anything sexually, something he'd always wanted from a woman. Tonging his asshole as I masturbated him was something new for me. As was feeling his tongue sliding over my clit as he eventually slid his hand into my cum lubed asshole. The orgasm I had as Tony fisted me, was by far the most intense and erotic of my life. I was still shuddering a little ten minutes after we'd both cum. Tonys cum having slid down my throat as he skull fucked me.
An hour before dawn, I took a shower and was surprisingly joined by Jerry. His cock was smaller than Tonys, but it didn't stop me from taking it up my asshole once more, as he soaped my stomach and breasts from behind. Washed and cum filled again I stepped out of the shower and was about to get dressed when Tony walked into the bathroom. There was no hiding his morning glory, but he needed to pee. Getting back into the shower cubicle I sat on the floor and let his golden shower flow all over me. If there was any doubt I was a slut before, there wasn't as the last of his piss dribbled over me. Soaked with urine, I pulled Tony into the shower, turned it on and took Tony's cock into my mouth as the water washed me clean. I sucked hard on his growing dick until he gripped my head, forcing me to take his cock deeper down my throat. He came as his cock thrust into my mouth one last time, his cum like a watery cascade flowing over my tongue.
I arrived home feeling sexually charged, but also feeling like a total bitch. Even though I knew my husband had cheated on me I still felt guilty and it felt instinctively wrong. I'd phoned in work and took the day off. My friend phoned later to ask how I was. Probably sounding tired, I related what had happened the night before and thinking back now, I realised just how incredibally interested in the details she was. Finishing the call I'd only stepped away from the phone when it rang. There was a young sounding female voice on the phone, one I recognised.
We met at a park not too far from where I live. At first all I wanted to do was hit her as hard as I could. It wasn't until she handed me a piece of paper that I calmed down enough to surpress my anger. It was clear what the paper had on it. It was obvious it was somebodies diary entry. I skimmed down to the bottom to read her name. Andrea, my friend.
The reading took me forever as I went over and over what it said. The main part (certainly not al of it) and it's etched in my head was "She's so lucky to have (my husbands name), but she won't fuckin have him for long. Not when I get the stupid bitch to believe he's been fucking that little prissy cleaning whore". "Once they've split HE'S ALL MINE".
I couldn't believe what I'd just read. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. And to top it all I'd gone and told Andrea every god damn detail of what I'd done with Tony and Jerry. Thinking on my feet I phoned the young girls company and got her reinstated. I also made sure the clear breech of our companies IT use, was blocked in future. I still don't know how the girl got the extract from our computers, but am I glad she did. Andrea hasn't seen much of me of late, as I've had her moved to another site. Promotional prospects you'll understand. My husband is none the wiser at the moment and without any evidence other than my admission to Andrea, I sincerely hope he'll never know.
As for my actions, I cannot excuse them, or try to deminish what I did. All I can do is try to make our marriage work and love my husband with the trust he deserves.
The young girl who my husband was supposed to be fucking has only just turned nineteen. She's very pretty and has a fabulous body. I know all this because she's my cleaner too. The company I work for just happens to employ the same office cleaning firm, my husbands does. Apparently my friend supposidly over heard the young girl describing how she'd been having an affair with a married man, whos wife worked at our company. And he worked for a IT company she'd let drop int the conversation she was having. The defining part of the description was my friend telling me the girl had described our home in detail, especially our bedroom.
Within two hours I had the young girl sacked for some stupid reason. A reason my friend thought up to have her employment terminated, as I wracked my mind as what was best to do. My husband had left that morning for three day trip to Europe and I knew he wouldn't be contactable for at least another twelve hours. My head was spinning with anger, betrayal, jealousy and an overwhelming sense of loss. I left the office early and drove home to cry my heart out.
Waking in the semi gloom of evening, I slowly remebered why I was alone and cold, lay on our tear stained sofa. I cried again for what seemed like hours, but eventually the hurt turned to anger and I decided to get myself ready and go out. I knew where I was going and why.
Reaching the bar I was immediately greeted by some old faces I'd not seen in years. Two in particular were men I'd flirted with heavily not long before I'd met my husband. They both looked at me and how I was dressed and probably guessed I wasn't there to discuss the weather. I had on my very short black dress. One I usually only wore in our house, when dressing up for a sexual evening at home with my husband. It did nothing to hide my female curves, long slender legs and ample sized breasts. Nor did it cover my pussy and ass when I bent over, something I did within minutes of being in the bar. I'd pretended to be pulling up the tops of my long leather black boots which nearly reached my knees, but I knew a lot of the guys in the bar were actually getting a great view on my freshly shaven pussy and tight ass.
It took only a minute for the two men I'd flirted with years before, to come over and for one of them, a guy called Tony, to ask me if I was there to make his night. Looking at his friend Jerry and then back at him, I answered by telling them both "Depends if you can last all night". As we neared Tony's flat bed truck, I'd already made my mind up, both of the men who were kissing and feeling my body all over, would be allowed to do anything sexual they wanted with me.
The drive over to jerry's small apartment only took five minutes, but in that time I'd sucked Jerry's cock hard until he shot his load all over my face. His cock wasn't as big as my husbands, but by that stage I didn't give a shit. Tony looked on telling me he knew all those years before I was a slut. With cum all over my face, all I could think to say was "I'm going to be anything you want".
And that is just exactly what I was for the pair of them, a slut. A hurt married woman desperate to feel wanted sexually, a woman desperate for two strangers to fuck her remoresly into sexual oblivion. It's something Tony especially didn't dissapoint me on. We fucked pretty much the whole night as Jerry's stamina waned after an hour. He'd cum again, but that time I'd had him fill my asshole with his hot sticky seed, as Tony's much larger cock drove hard and fast into me, filling and stretching my pussy until I came violently.
Not yet satisfied or feeling avenged, I asked Tony if he wanted me to do anything sexually, something he'd always wanted from a woman. Tonging his asshole as I masturbated him was something new for me. As was feeling his tongue sliding over my clit as he eventually slid his hand into my cum lubed asshole. The orgasm I had as Tony fisted me, was by far the most intense and erotic of my life. I was still shuddering a little ten minutes after we'd both cum. Tonys cum having slid down my throat as he skull fucked me.
An hour before dawn, I took a shower and was surprisingly joined by Jerry. His cock was smaller than Tonys, but it didn't stop me from taking it up my asshole once more, as he soaped my stomach and breasts from behind. Washed and cum filled again I stepped out of the shower and was about to get dressed when Tony walked into the bathroom. There was no hiding his morning glory, but he needed to pee. Getting back into the shower cubicle I sat on the floor and let his golden shower flow all over me. If there was any doubt I was a slut before, there wasn't as the last of his piss dribbled over me. Soaked with urine, I pulled Tony into the shower, turned it on and took Tony's cock into my mouth as the water washed me clean. I sucked hard on his growing dick until he gripped my head, forcing me to take his cock deeper down my throat. He came as his cock thrust into my mouth one last time, his cum like a watery cascade flowing over my tongue.
I arrived home feeling sexually charged, but also feeling like a total bitch. Even though I knew my husband had cheated on me I still felt guilty and it felt instinctively wrong. I'd phoned in work and took the day off. My friend phoned later to ask how I was. Probably sounding tired, I related what had happened the night before and thinking back now, I realised just how incredibally interested in the details she was. Finishing the call I'd only stepped away from the phone when it rang. There was a young sounding female voice on the phone, one I recognised.
We met at a park not too far from where I live. At first all I wanted to do was hit her as hard as I could. It wasn't until she handed me a piece of paper that I calmed down enough to surpress my anger. It was clear what the paper had on it. It was obvious it was somebodies diary entry. I skimmed down to the bottom to read her name. Andrea, my friend.
The reading took me forever as I went over and over what it said. The main part (certainly not al of it) and it's etched in my head was "She's so lucky to have (my husbands name), but she won't fuckin have him for long. Not when I get the stupid bitch to believe he's been fucking that little prissy cleaning whore". "Once they've split HE'S ALL MINE".
I couldn't believe what I'd just read. I couldn't believe what I'd just done. And to top it all I'd gone and told Andrea every god damn detail of what I'd done with Tony and Jerry. Thinking on my feet I phoned the young girls company and got her reinstated. I also made sure the clear breech of our companies IT use, was blocked in future. I still don't know how the girl got the extract from our computers, but am I glad she did. Andrea hasn't seen much of me of late, as I've had her moved to another site. Promotional prospects you'll understand. My husband is none the wiser at the moment and without any evidence other than my admission to Andrea, I sincerely hope he'll never know.
As for my actions, I cannot excuse them, or try to deminish what I did. All I can do is try to make our marriage work and love my husband with the trust he deserves.
