Over the last three weeks I've been wracked with guilt, but also with an increasing feeling of needy lust.
The guilt has risen from something I did, which has been brought about by my husband Eric's lack of sexual libido. He says he's loosing if not lost his sexual drive. We've been to the doctors and to a consultant, but they've both said it's nothing physical, it's just his age and his general lack of interest in sex.
After about a year of no sex, I bought myself a couple of dildo's and a vibrator to give myself the sexual pleasure I need and want. And it was whilst I was using one of my dildo's three weeks ago I cheated on my husband for the very first time.
Not telling me, or forgetting to tell me, Eric had arranged for some rubble to removed from our back garden three weeks ago. I was literally just inserting the dildo up my pussy, whilst watching a porn film on my lap top, when I saw two men stood watching me at our patio doors.
One of the men was a lot younger than the other. The oldest of the two who was also taller, was clearly rubbing his cock through his jeans and looked like he was getting hard. If it had been in the past when everything was ok between Eric and I, I would have gone mental and told them to fuckoff. The fact is I didn't.
I got up, opened the doors, and asked why they were in our garden. Then getting the response I invited them in. In less than a minute they were both stripped, with the oldest guy licking my pussy and the young teenager sliding his cock over my tongue. Unfortunately, because he had the larger cock, the young guy came within a minute of having his cock sucked. But the older guy more than made up for it over the next twenty or so minutes they were in our home.
Being fucked by a man, and a real cock, was and is so much better than a dildo. The guy fucked me like a common prostitute and I just couldn't stop myself from cumming all over his cock. He fucked me facing him lay down. He fucked me from behind as I knelt down. He fucked me stood up as I leaned against the door frame and finally he rammed his cock up my pussy and came inside me as I sprawled across the dining room table. It was sheer and utter joy for me and I was screaming from sexual relief and pleasure, when his cock made me cum for the last time before he himself unloaded inside me and pulled out.
I was hoping the young man might be able to get hard again, but unfortunately he couldn't, even though I sucked on his dick for ages. A telephone call from Eric asking if the men had arrived halted everything. And after speaking to the older of the two, they got on with removing the rubble. I wasn't in when they finished the job, but I was in the following day when the older man called by to pick up his money. Once again unfortunately for me Eric was home.
The following day I relived what had happened to me as I fucked myself stupid with my largest dildo. But it just wasn't the same. And over the last three weeks it hasn't been the same either.
I do feel guilty about what I did and have thought about confessing to Eric about what I've done. But countering that, I've also thought about finding another guy, one who could maybe be a regular sexual partner. Someone who would be a fuck buddy.