Reasons for cheating are varied I suppose, but up until this time last year I'd never cheated on my husband. In fact only two men had entered my pussy and asshole before this time last year, and one of them was my husband.
Violence was my trigger. That and his increasing drink problem. The drink disabled his cock and I grew sexually frustrated. Speaking to him about his over drinking only caused him to lash out. His slaps became punches and then punches and kicks. So I soon learned to shut up, to not say anything about him being drunk all the time. But my libido was still high and increasingly having me masturbating.
Then as I was shopping for our evening meal, an older man bumped into me (I later found out on purpose) He apologized, then asked me why a beautiful looking young woman like myself, should look so sad. The question went right to my heart. I was sad and I wasn't coping well. Looking at him I burst out crying. Long story short time.
He escorted me to my car after him paying for our shopping then asked me if he could drive me someplace. There isn't an explanation to why I said what I said, but I did say it all the same. I told him "Drive me to your place so you can fuck me". That's exactly how I said it to him and fifteen minutes later I was walking into his very smart looking home.
Because of the way I'd said it, there was no pretense to why I was in his house. So letting my dress fall to the floor and removing my bra, I stood up to him and kissed the man I didn't even know the name of. We kissed passionately as his hands roamed all over my body. My breasts, my torso, my ass and then to my pussy mound. At the same time I put both my hands to his cock bulge and knew before I even saw his dick it was large.
Parting, he lead me into his very expensive looking lounge and we both flopped onto his super large leather couch. Tearing off my panties he immediately went down on me. His tongue worked wonders on my pusy and clit and before long I was climaxing all over his face. It had been so intense the way we'd met and the way we'd begun to have sex, i'd not thought about protection. When he stood up to undress I asked him if he had condoms. Smiling at me, he said yes and then said "By the way my name's Alex". Smiling back up at him as I watched him remove his boxers, my smile turned into a wide open jaw dropping look. His cock was and very much and still is, massive. For a forty eight year man, I'm surprised even now a year on, no one had snapped him up. But for those two hours I spent in his home he was all mine and so was his magnificent cock.
Sucking in as much as I could, I went cock mad. It had been almost nine months since I'd last had sex, and my husband just wasn't going to fuck me anytime soon. Once I'd been drooling all over Alex's cock for about ten minutes, he literally flipped me onto the couch again and pulled me up into a kneeling position. slipping on a condom, I anxiously waited for him to enter me. When he did, it felt like my first time again and I was giddy with sexual energy. Turning my head round to him, I told Alex to fuck me hard. It had been so long I just wanted fucking.
Every thrust of his huge cock entering me had tiny shivers of pleasure shooting through my body. I was so horny for him I found myself driving myself back onto his cock and had Alex telling me to slow down a little. but I wanted too much and asked him, pleaded with him to fuck me harder. It was then he withdrew his cock and in one long hard thrust, his cock entered my asshole. Orgasm isn't a big enough word for what I had then. Neither is cumming or climaxing. I did all three and lots lots more. His dick was so deep inside my body, when I did orgasm, I felt his cock pulsing inside my upper bowels. That was it for me sexually, there was absolutely no going back from my decision to fuck lots of other men. Alex and I spent the next couple of hours sucking, licking, kissing, sucking some more and lots and lots of fucking. oral, vaginal and anal. Alex came twice, both times filling a condom deep deep inside of me and I loved every minute of his knowledgeable ways. We finished in his walk in shower. I wanted to go home clean, not because I feared my husband would smell sex on me. Or that he might want to have sex himself. I wanted to be clean in my head to start anew.
Alex fucked me anally in the shower and had me cumming in a series of little orgasms. A new way of climaxing for me as he deep fucked my asshole very very slowly, whilst holding my breasts and kissing my neck.
Arranging to meet up again I drove Alex back to the store to pick up his car, and then drove home. I got in two hours later than I usually do, only to find my husband crashed out on our sofa pissed up.
Alex hasn't been the only one this past year, although we have sex at least once a week at his home. Sometimes when my husband works away or he's out on his fishing trips I'll stay over at Alex's. As I've said Alex's cock hasn't been my only sexual escape from my husband. I did have a brief two month affair with a young guy I met at the gym I attend. He's a sweet guy and very passionate, but he wanted more than I wanted to give, so I stopped seeing him (Pity).
Another guy who I still see every now and then is a delivery driver. He was delivering next door, but they were out. I signed for the goods and also drained his balls over my face after he'd fucked me in our kitchen.
And the last person I had regular sex for about four months, was with a man who is the oldest of my sexual liaisons. He was an ex military guy. A widower looking to enjoy himself for a final fling. I met him on the internet on a sexual hook up site. He instantly attracted me with his charms (And his cock size) Plus I knew from his sad request/personal story, it was only going to be short term. We met at a motel every Friday afternoon for four months. Four months in which I adored giving him everything he wanted sexually. Unfortunately he was too ill to visit that motel anymore, and the last five weeks of his life I didn't get to see him. I know whilst we did have sex he was a happy man and it makes me smile right now to think of him fucking me at his age (Sixty three).
Alex and I are still lovers and we've begun to see each other more frequently. Mainly from his perspective, as I'm his only sexual partner. He knows all about my other sexual times and I've not kept him in the dark about anything or anyone. He's even had me recite what I've done with the other guys, as we've fucked. Last week he asked me to leave my drunken husband and move in with him and I'm so tempted to do so. It's not my worthless piss head of a husband that stops me leaving, It's just that I'm scared moving in with Alex, might destroy what we have now.