When I was sixteen I was on my way back from a friends house. Two older guys walked over to me and asked for a light for their cigarettes. I didn't smoke so I told them I didn't have one. Turning a little I was hit first by one of the guys, then the other started. I was beaten so badly, being punched, kicked and stamped on mainly by the first guy who hit me, I was put in hospital for nine days.

The police never caught the guys, because I gave them a completely different discription of the men. The reason I did that, is where I lived then, you didn't "grass up" anyone. Not if you and your family wanted to live a reasonably peaceful life.

At the start of August last year, I met a beautiful young woman in a pub local to where I now live. It was her who came onto me as I was playing pool with friends. We began chatting and I soon learned she was married, but she said she was seperated. Even though we'd talked for over an hour, I still really didn't know to much about her. So when she asked me if I lived local, I was surprised when she asked me to invite her back to my small flat.

I'm no virgin and my cock is fairly large at just under nine inches, but I'd never had the long lasting kind of dirty sex I had with her. We did anything and everything you can think of. Long periods of Oral sex both ways. Her asking me to finger fuck her pussy and arse, to which I used four fingers. Fucking her mouth and throat until she gagged. Then swapping between fucking her pussy and arsehole for seemed like hours. When I'd cum up her arsehole for the second time, she had me lick her out and then asked me to kiss her so she could taste my cum and her own scent.

Lay next to each other, as she played softly with my cock and balls, she told me she'd sort of lied to me. She told me she was married, they hadn't seperated, but her husband only has a small penis. Her friend who she'd entered the pub with, had told her about me having a large cock. I didn't see her friend that night, but I know who she is, she was my first real girlfriend when I was eighteen. I tried to find out who she was married to as she dressed, but the only thing she said before she got into a taxi to go home was "He's a knobhead and a bully, and you wont know him".

About four of five days later I bumped into my old girlfriend at a party (I knew she was going to be there). I asked her who her friend was and told her I'd like to see her again. When I'd asked for the tenth time, she finally said "You know the men who battered you when you lived in .........., well she's married to the one who did most of battering".

I felt sick. Actually sick. Walking outside I was going to go home, until she came out to tell me her friend had told her all about our night. And that she too would love to see me again. When I asked my ex if she knew who I was, she said "No". My ex gave me a kiss and told me to be careful as she passed me her friends mobile number saying "She said if I saw you to tell you to text her".

I did so two days later after lots of thinking. We've been having an affair since then and at first all I thought about was revenge, but as the affair and relationship carried on that feeling changed completely. The sex has gotten better and better and I think, I know I'm falling for her. She told me only last week she's in love with me and asked if I loved her. She also asked if she left her husband would I let her move in. The answer I gave her was, yes and yes.

Now I have to decide if I'm going to let her know who I am in relation to her husband. It's not as if I'm scared of him or anything. I'm a lot bigger in every way compared to him now, and I know if it came down to it, I'd kick the crap out of the little shit. My only worry is because I've not told her sooner, she might think me to be not serious about us, when I am.