Straight Female / 33
It was one of those things.
My husband and I get along great when we're in the same place at the same time. Unfortunately this isn't the case when one of us goes away for work.
I have this habit of falling into long affairs with men when I am on a stint away from home. One lasted three years.
I really enjoy a good hard fuck. And that's not something my husband can give me. He's a sweet, kindhearted soul... I've asked him to but he just can't. It's not in him.
I had a great affair with this guy from Europe. It was the one person for whom I'd have left my husband, though things didn't work out in the end.
He and I would meet up in different cities from time to time. And we'd fuck the living Christ out of eachother. I was Pavlov's Dog to his 'hello'... the minute I'd see him I was wet between the legs. If we want anywhere in public, he couldn't keep his hands off me.
It had started as an online affair where we explored our feelings and fantasies for eachother. Neither of us ever intended it in the first place, it just happened because we got flirty with eachother fast. But then we decided to meet. I was so hot for him that I remember the first time like it was yesterday.
He came in on a flight and I picked him up at the airport... both of us were nervous as fuck. We got to the hotel where we'd decided to stay, and it was so awkward. So I kissed him. My god it was the best kiss I'd ever had. we both immediately got wrapped up in each other's arms, so grateful were we to finally experience this joy in person.
We went slow and gently, both of us were so nervous about performing. But honestly... he just gave me his all. Every caress over my tits, every paw at my thigh as we got deeper into foreplay was electric. I wanted to feel all of him. He took off my shirt and worshiped my breasts. Linkin and sacking at the nipples. I begged him to suck hard and he did.
His ardor was evident as he sucked and kissed and bit hard on my neck. I wasn't allowed to move, for he made a buffet of my body. Hand on my shoulder, holding it down as other hand entered my sopping c**t, and his mouth Sucked hard on my breast. I felt his hands dig into my flesh, fingertips bruising me, as he bent my legs back and took a long loving taste of my unshaven pussy.
He stopped a moment, taking me up by my hands to standing, then undressing me entirely, ridding me of the remnants of clinging clothes, as I undressed him also. We appraised one another for a moment before falling back into our passionate embrace.
He wasn't a particularly well-endowed man but he knew how to get me going then keep me excited. He had me on my back at first, taking my long legs apart and drilling into me with my ankles in his hands. I gripped his neck as he bent over me. Staring in his eyes. Loving every second, craving every thrust. He then kneeled upwards and put my calves on his shoulders, kissing my legs as he buried himself into me.
Flipping me onto my stomach, he rubbed my clit while fucking me, an arm around my shoulders pulling me up and into him as I felt his shorter cock prod me right exactly in my g-spot from behind. I came hard and shuddering, my legs losing control.
But he wasn't yet satisfied. He held me down and fucked my hard doggy style until he came, and I came again, and he yanked it out and shot his load all over my ass and lower back. Then, holding me down still, he licked every drop of cum from my dripping pussy as I shuddered.
He and I have had a lot of great times in bed, but I remember that like it was yesterday, because I remember being fucked So good that I wanted him again, I wanted his cum, inside me, I wanted to beg him to fuck me again.
But I didn't, because I'm married.
I'd never before him, and not since him, wanted a man's cum inside me so damn much. I wanted it. Craved nothing else.
The other thing I remember that was so hot were the hard holds. I loved being pinned, grabbed. I loved being hammered into oblivion by a hard cock and solid tongue. I loved that he made me cum again and again and literally took me and didn't really allow my participation, just consumed me like an animal. I wanted to be his submissive, dirty little whore.
We fucked eachother like that for three years. Finally we had to stop, the affair was tearing us both apart and as much as we loved one another it wouldn't have worked and besides which, I do still love my husband. He fell in love with another woman but we remain friends at a distance. Him in Europe, and me in the States.
Every time were in each other's company.... it's very, very, very dangerous. I'm not sorry in the least for letting myself go with him. Best sex of my life, hands down.
My husband and I get along great when we're in the same place at the same time. Unfortunately this isn't the case when one of us goes away for work.
I have this habit of falling into long affairs with men when I am on a stint away from home. One lasted three years.
I really enjoy a good hard fuck. And that's not something my husband can give me. He's a sweet, kindhearted soul... I've asked him to but he just can't. It's not in him.
I had a great affair with this guy from Europe. It was the one person for whom I'd have left my husband, though things didn't work out in the end.
He and I would meet up in different cities from time to time. And we'd fuck the living Christ out of eachother. I was Pavlov's Dog to his 'hello'... the minute I'd see him I was wet between the legs. If we want anywhere in public, he couldn't keep his hands off me.
It had started as an online affair where we explored our feelings and fantasies for eachother. Neither of us ever intended it in the first place, it just happened because we got flirty with eachother fast. But then we decided to meet. I was so hot for him that I remember the first time like it was yesterday.
He came in on a flight and I picked him up at the airport... both of us were nervous as fuck. We got to the hotel where we'd decided to stay, and it was so awkward. So I kissed him. My god it was the best kiss I'd ever had. we both immediately got wrapped up in each other's arms, so grateful were we to finally experience this joy in person.
We went slow and gently, both of us were so nervous about performing. But honestly... he just gave me his all. Every caress over my tits, every paw at my thigh as we got deeper into foreplay was electric. I wanted to feel all of him. He took off my shirt and worshiped my breasts. Linkin and sacking at the nipples. I begged him to suck hard and he did.
His ardor was evident as he sucked and kissed and bit hard on my neck. I wasn't allowed to move, for he made a buffet of my body. Hand on my shoulder, holding it down as other hand entered my sopping c**t, and his mouth Sucked hard on my breast. I felt his hands dig into my flesh, fingertips bruising me, as he bent my legs back and took a long loving taste of my unshaven pussy.
He stopped a moment, taking me up by my hands to standing, then undressing me entirely, ridding me of the remnants of clinging clothes, as I undressed him also. We appraised one another for a moment before falling back into our passionate embrace.
He wasn't a particularly well-endowed man but he knew how to get me going then keep me excited. He had me on my back at first, taking my long legs apart and drilling into me with my ankles in his hands. I gripped his neck as he bent over me. Staring in his eyes. Loving every second, craving every thrust. He then kneeled upwards and put my calves on his shoulders, kissing my legs as he buried himself into me.
Flipping me onto my stomach, he rubbed my clit while fucking me, an arm around my shoulders pulling me up and into him as I felt his shorter cock prod me right exactly in my g-spot from behind. I came hard and shuddering, my legs losing control.
But he wasn't yet satisfied. He held me down and fucked my hard doggy style until he came, and I came again, and he yanked it out and shot his load all over my ass and lower back. Then, holding me down still, he licked every drop of cum from my dripping pussy as I shuddered.
He and I have had a lot of great times in bed, but I remember that like it was yesterday, because I remember being fucked So good that I wanted him again, I wanted his cum, inside me, I wanted to beg him to fuck me again.
But I didn't, because I'm married.
I'd never before him, and not since him, wanted a man's cum inside me so damn much. I wanted it. Craved nothing else.
The other thing I remember that was so hot were the hard holds. I loved being pinned, grabbed. I loved being hammered into oblivion by a hard cock and solid tongue. I loved that he made me cum again and again and literally took me and didn't really allow my participation, just consumed me like an animal. I wanted to be his submissive, dirty little whore.
We fucked eachother like that for three years. Finally we had to stop, the affair was tearing us both apart and as much as we loved one another it wouldn't have worked and besides which, I do still love my husband. He fell in love with another woman but we remain friends at a distance. Him in Europe, and me in the States.
Every time were in each other's company.... it's very, very, very dangerous. I'm not sorry in the least for letting myself go with him. Best sex of my life, hands down.
