Out shopping with my husband over a month ago, I came face to face with an old boyfriend called Andy. My husband was looking at some gardening things in another aisle, so I got chatting to Andy. He asked me how things were going and I remember instantly telling him "I sometimes miss what we had and you know, your erm". Andy without saying a word took hold of my hand and lead me along the large DIY store to the toilets. Pulling me inside and then into a cubicle, he pushed me down and opened his zip. His cock was already semi hard when I reached in and took it out of his underwear. Opening my mouth I sucked in his massive cock and began to give my old boyfriend a blow job. He became hard within a minute of me savouring his beautifully large cock, and I knew my pussy had become wet with sexual need when I put my left hand down to feel myself through my knickers.
Knowing we didn't have much time, I stood up, lifted my skirt, turned around holding onto the toilet seat as I pulled my knickers to one side and told Andy I wanted him. Seconds later I had Andy's wonderful cock sliding up my pussy and it brought back all the memories of when we used to fuck anywhere and everywhere as teenagers. Andy's cock is the biggest cock I've ever had fuck me and fuck me is precisely what Andy did. He pounded into me hard and fast, even when we heard someone else enter the male toilets and I couldn't help but have a noisy orgasm moments later, knowing someone could hear us fucking. It had been so long since I'd orgasmed that hard, so I told him not to stop. The guy who'd entered made some comment about we shouldn't be having sex in public, but I didn't care and we carried on. Hearing Andy's breathing change, and his thrusts became much longer and deeper, so I knew he was close to cumming. I backed onto his amazing cock and brought myself to another orgasm, just seconds before he filled my love tube with his hot sticky cum. His loud grunts brought another comment from the same guy outside the cubicle, but we ignored him as I quickly turned around and sank to me knees again. Gripping his wet sticky cock, I once again opened my mouth and sucked in his softening dick. Draining out the remaining cum from his cock.
Dressed, Andy asked for my mobile number, which I quickly gave him as we exited the toilets. The guy or who we thought it was who'd made the comments in the toilets, was talking to a store security person, so we both went our own ways. He'd not seen us, so when I eventually found my husband still looking at some mowing machines, I said I wasn't feeling too well and could we go home. Sat in the car during the twenty minute journey home I felt Andy's cum begin to leak into my knickers. so I squoze my legs together until we reached home. Rushing upstairs I went into the bathroom pulled down my knickers and saw Andy's cum all over my knickers. Taking them off I scooped up his still warm cum and licked it from the material. I also put two fingers inside myself and scooped out any remaining cum and sucked greedily on my fingers.
My husband asked if I was ok when I got back downstairs. I told him I was feeling much better. Ten minutes later as I was putting in some washing which included my knickers, I got text message. It said "Enjoyed our DIY shopping fuck. If you want to meet again let me know Andy x". Moments later I got another, it said "You still are one horny dirty bitch x"
I replied "You'll see next time".
There hasn't been a next time (So far) as I began to feel extremely guilty. But I got another text earlier this week from Andy which is the real reason I'm confessing. It reads (I've kept it) "Not looking for a relationship and I know you're married now. I would like have some more fun with you though. You really are the only girl who has ever gotten me so hard. As I used to say to you, you are one dirty little bitch. Hope you're ok and doing fine, and I hope to see all of you :) soon Andy 8======,,, X".
It wouldn't have been a problem if my husband and I were getting on, but since Andy and I had sex in the DIY store, I've realised life is too short to not have the sexual fun I need. And my husband and his smaller cock just doesn't do it for me the same as Andy's does. I still love my husband in my own way and enjoy our life together, but our sex life has never matched what I had with Andy when we were young, or even what we did in the toilets over a month ago.
I suppose in a way I'm confessing this to convince myself to have an affair with Andy. And reading back through what I've just typed, I'm going to text him right now.