Straight Female / 38
This happened 3 weeks ago - but its on my mind every minute of every day it seems, so I will write it out just for my own personal therapy I guess.
I have been married for 14 years - no kids. My husband and I are more like roommates though, and even though we do love each other, he is not good at wanting to share that love sexually at all. We have sex maybe once a month, and its always me who initiates it. I have used toys for the past couple years, but that gets old after awhile. I jog or ride my bike just about every day, and I play sports, so its not like I have let myself go.
My husband refuses to go to counseling, and although I have been tempted over these past few years, I remained faithful.
Until earlier this month.
We took a trip to Arizona - basically just to get away from Chicago where we live. It was so beautiful out there!
I decided to take a hike along one of the nearby mountains one morning, but my husband did not want to come with. So I went out on my own.
Since it was early March, we were ahead of most the spring breakers, and the trails I was on were not that crowded at all. I made my way up part of a mountain, just hiking along one of the "easy" trails, and when I started to get a little tired I stopped to rest and have a drink of water.
That's when he showed up.
A black guy was walking by, and asked if it would be o.k if he rested there with me. He ended up sitting on a rock across from me and we just started talking. About the weather, where he was from, where I was from....we must have talked for at least 20 minutes. I told him I was surprised how there was not that many people around, and then he said that I should be careful and not go too far off on my own. I made a joke about running into "stranger danger", and then I added how that might not be such a bad thing. This guys eyes got real wide - he asked if that meant if he made a move on me, I would not protest? There was no way I could tell him about the lack of sex in my marriage, and even though the conversation was going places I never expected, I just said that there was too much of a chance of people walking by...so, no.
I still did not know my mystery man's name, but he got up and pointed to two huge boulders about 100 feet off the trail. He said he was going to walk over there where it was more secluded, and it was up to me if I wanted to join him.
At first I thought to myself "no way". And I got up to walk back down to my car. But then I kept thinking...I have a guy who wants me - he made a pass at me - it would be so spontaneous, I need sex, I deserve sex...I WANT sex!
I cant tell you how torn I was between walking away, or walking to my stranger behind the boulders.
But my sexual needs outweighed my morals, and I went to meet the guy.
As soon as he saw me and we were hidden from sight, he did not waste a second. He knew what I was there for. He did not say anything, but he reached up and in one move pulled my halter top and sports bra down off of my breasts. He started to squeeze and pull my nipples, which always drive me wild since they are very sensitive. I have never been with a black guy before, but to see his dark hands next to my pale white breasts was very erotic. He finally asked "Are you sure you want this?" and I said yes. He told me that he did not have any condoms with him, so I told him to just make sure he pulls out.
He had me turn around and move up a little against the boulder, so I was raised up about 6 inches from where he was standing. I felt him pull my shorts and panties down, and soon after I felt a bumping against my butt. I reached around to guide him into my pussy, and just the shaft of his cock felt enormous. He started to push inside me and made a comment about me being tight - and asked if my husband was small. I hated myself for saying it, but I said "yes". So, not only was I about the cheat, I just let my lover know my husband had a small cock.
I was amazed at how my body responded to his size, though. It just naturally produced the juices needed to lubricate his cock until it was able to fit entirely inside me. My mystery man started slow at first, then he picked up the tempo until eventually he was slamming into me hard and fast. I did not even realize that I was moaning and saying all sorts of things as my body was being lit up like it had not been in years. The guy whispered in my ear that he was not going to pull out after all, and I ended up almost begging him not to. Moments later I felt a man ejaculated inside me - and for the first time in 12 years, it was not my husband.
I felt so alive.
After we caught our breath, my lover turned me around and we made out for about 5 minutes. To have his strong , dark arms around me as my bare butt was pressed against the rock was very exciting.
We ended up pulling our clothes back on, and began walking together holding hands. Every now and then I would lean into my man, and he would put his arm around me. I felt so proud to be "his".
This was kind of funny, but there was a park ranger at the very foot of the trails, and she saw me going out by myself. She got such a funny look on her face when she saw me return in the arms of a black guy.
He and I kissed for another 5 or 10 minutes at my car. That's when he pointed down the street to a little motel, and said he would be there tomorrow morning at 9am if I was interested. I told him I was not sure about that, but as I drove off, I knew I would be there.
When I got back to my husband at the condo we rented, he did not suspect anything when I went right in and took a shower. If only he knew I was washing another mans cum off of my pussy.
Just my luck, he was actually in the mood later that day, so he and I had sex as well. I will admit, it was kind of flattering to have sex with two men within just a few hours time of each other. I was feeling pretty good about myself.
I did not sleep at all that night, I kept looking at the clock, waiting for it to be close to 9am.
At 845am, I told my husband I was going on a bit longer trail, and I would be gone for a couple hours.
My heart was just racing when I drove to the motel, but there I saw my black lover in the parking lot, standing next to his car. He smiled when he saw me, and kissed me softly before we went to get our room. This was kind of neat, but he asked the guy for a room for "me and my wife" since we have been driving all night. I got so excited - I was going to have a "new" husband for a couple hours!
I did finally get his name when he put his credit card down - his name was James.
When he and I got to the room, we did not waste any time, Just like on the trail yesterday, he pulled my top down and took my bra off.
For the next 2 hours I let James work over my body like I was desperate for it.
There was no talk about condoms, he came 3 times inside me, and it got t the point where I no longer cared if this man DID get me pregnant. We were making love, and we were amazing together.
By the time I left the room, my legs were shaking, my pussy was throbbing....and even my nipples were sore from being sucked on for so long and so hard. But I was beyond happy.
I gave James my personal email address.....he says he flies to Chicago for business a few times a year.
I find myself checking my emails every day waiting to find out when I will be able to see him again.
I always still think about him taking me against the boulder - and what pure, raw, "animal" sex it was.
I was a few days late with my period this month, which worried me to death, but was kind of exciting as well. I have no idea what I would have done, though.
I have been married for 14 years - no kids. My husband and I are more like roommates though, and even though we do love each other, he is not good at wanting to share that love sexually at all. We have sex maybe once a month, and its always me who initiates it. I have used toys for the past couple years, but that gets old after awhile. I jog or ride my bike just about every day, and I play sports, so its not like I have let myself go.
My husband refuses to go to counseling, and although I have been tempted over these past few years, I remained faithful.
Until earlier this month.
We took a trip to Arizona - basically just to get away from Chicago where we live. It was so beautiful out there!
I decided to take a hike along one of the nearby mountains one morning, but my husband did not want to come with. So I went out on my own.
Since it was early March, we were ahead of most the spring breakers, and the trails I was on were not that crowded at all. I made my way up part of a mountain, just hiking along one of the "easy" trails, and when I started to get a little tired I stopped to rest and have a drink of water.
That's when he showed up.
A black guy was walking by, and asked if it would be o.k if he rested there with me. He ended up sitting on a rock across from me and we just started talking. About the weather, where he was from, where I was from....we must have talked for at least 20 minutes. I told him I was surprised how there was not that many people around, and then he said that I should be careful and not go too far off on my own. I made a joke about running into "stranger danger", and then I added how that might not be such a bad thing. This guys eyes got real wide - he asked if that meant if he made a move on me, I would not protest? There was no way I could tell him about the lack of sex in my marriage, and even though the conversation was going places I never expected, I just said that there was too much of a chance of people walking by...so, no.
I still did not know my mystery man's name, but he got up and pointed to two huge boulders about 100 feet off the trail. He said he was going to walk over there where it was more secluded, and it was up to me if I wanted to join him.
At first I thought to myself "no way". And I got up to walk back down to my car. But then I kept thinking...I have a guy who wants me - he made a pass at me - it would be so spontaneous, I need sex, I deserve sex...I WANT sex!
I cant tell you how torn I was between walking away, or walking to my stranger behind the boulders.
But my sexual needs outweighed my morals, and I went to meet the guy.
As soon as he saw me and we were hidden from sight, he did not waste a second. He knew what I was there for. He did not say anything, but he reached up and in one move pulled my halter top and sports bra down off of my breasts. He started to squeeze and pull my nipples, which always drive me wild since they are very sensitive. I have never been with a black guy before, but to see his dark hands next to my pale white breasts was very erotic. He finally asked "Are you sure you want this?" and I said yes. He told me that he did not have any condoms with him, so I told him to just make sure he pulls out.
He had me turn around and move up a little against the boulder, so I was raised up about 6 inches from where he was standing. I felt him pull my shorts and panties down, and soon after I felt a bumping against my butt. I reached around to guide him into my pussy, and just the shaft of his cock felt enormous. He started to push inside me and made a comment about me being tight - and asked if my husband was small. I hated myself for saying it, but I said "yes". So, not only was I about the cheat, I just let my lover know my husband had a small cock.
I was amazed at how my body responded to his size, though. It just naturally produced the juices needed to lubricate his cock until it was able to fit entirely inside me. My mystery man started slow at first, then he picked up the tempo until eventually he was slamming into me hard and fast. I did not even realize that I was moaning and saying all sorts of things as my body was being lit up like it had not been in years. The guy whispered in my ear that he was not going to pull out after all, and I ended up almost begging him not to. Moments later I felt a man ejaculated inside me - and for the first time in 12 years, it was not my husband.
I felt so alive.
After we caught our breath, my lover turned me around and we made out for about 5 minutes. To have his strong , dark arms around me as my bare butt was pressed against the rock was very exciting.
We ended up pulling our clothes back on, and began walking together holding hands. Every now and then I would lean into my man, and he would put his arm around me. I felt so proud to be "his".
This was kind of funny, but there was a park ranger at the very foot of the trails, and she saw me going out by myself. She got such a funny look on her face when she saw me return in the arms of a black guy.
He and I kissed for another 5 or 10 minutes at my car. That's when he pointed down the street to a little motel, and said he would be there tomorrow morning at 9am if I was interested. I told him I was not sure about that, but as I drove off, I knew I would be there.
When I got back to my husband at the condo we rented, he did not suspect anything when I went right in and took a shower. If only he knew I was washing another mans cum off of my pussy.
Just my luck, he was actually in the mood later that day, so he and I had sex as well. I will admit, it was kind of flattering to have sex with two men within just a few hours time of each other. I was feeling pretty good about myself.
I did not sleep at all that night, I kept looking at the clock, waiting for it to be close to 9am.
At 845am, I told my husband I was going on a bit longer trail, and I would be gone for a couple hours.
My heart was just racing when I drove to the motel, but there I saw my black lover in the parking lot, standing next to his car. He smiled when he saw me, and kissed me softly before we went to get our room. This was kind of neat, but he asked the guy for a room for "me and my wife" since we have been driving all night. I got so excited - I was going to have a "new" husband for a couple hours!
I did finally get his name when he put his credit card down - his name was James.
When he and I got to the room, we did not waste any time, Just like on the trail yesterday, he pulled my top down and took my bra off.
For the next 2 hours I let James work over my body like I was desperate for it.
There was no talk about condoms, he came 3 times inside me, and it got t the point where I no longer cared if this man DID get me pregnant. We were making love, and we were amazing together.
By the time I left the room, my legs were shaking, my pussy was throbbing....and even my nipples were sore from being sucked on for so long and so hard. But I was beyond happy.
I gave James my personal email address.....he says he flies to Chicago for business a few times a year.
I find myself checking my emails every day waiting to find out when I will be able to see him again.
I always still think about him taking me against the boulder - and what pure, raw, "animal" sex it was.
I was a few days late with my period this month, which worried me to death, but was kind of exciting as well. I have no idea what I would have done, though.
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