Straight Female / 32
Before I start I'd like to say, If it wasn't for the car crash, I doubt very much I'd be cheating on my husband.
There was a car crash and I spent two weeks in hospital because of it. My husband got off nearly scot free, yet I wasn't so lucky. After the bones had mended and bruising gone, it was my mental state that concerned the doctors. I'd taken a very large blow to my head and I just could seem to shake it. Then like someone had flicked a switch, my head/thoughts/fears appeared to go back to normal. But normality wasn't what I'd reached. Everything about me was back to my old self, everything that was except my libido. It was off the charts.
No sooner than I could get my husbands cock in me, I did. And not just boring vanilla sex either. I had my husband fuck me in all my holes each time we fucked, and it was fucking. Not the love making we used to have. I wanted it hard and I wanted deep down my throat, in my pussy and up arsehole. Every chance I got to seduce him I had his cock in me, but even though we were fucking every day, I still wanted more. I bought two dildo's online and used those for a few weeks. Yet it still didn't placate my need to be fucked by a man. So asking my husband one night if he'd fuck me for the third time that day, he told me outright, he just couldn't keep up with sexual demands anymore.
The very next day out shopping on my own as my husband was at work, I met a young lad I'd known from his time at the college I work at part time. He said hello and gave me THAT type of smile. Moving us to one side i asked him if he'd like to have some fun. When he asked what fun. I told him I like him to fuck me.
In the supermarket toilets, I pulled him into a cubicle in the ladies and had him lick my pussy before he poked his unfortunately small cock up my front fuck hole. Even if he was small I still got off on his cock, cumming hard, as he lasted for an age before he shot his goo inside my pussy. Cleaning ourselves up, we just about walked out before a security person walked around the corner and entered the ladies. He aasked me if he could see me again, so I gave him my old mobile number, thinking I'd better not chance it again.
However three days later I did chance it again. Not with the young guy from college, but a man who was fixing some telephone cables outside of our home. He like me is married, but when I asked him he'd like a cup of tea, he said yes. Inviting him in out of the light rain, I asked him if he'd like to follow me into the kitchen. Seeing his wedding band I almost didn't ask him, yet looking at his bulge in his work trousers I found myself saying "The tea will cost you a fuck". He looked puzzled at first until I let my dress fall from my shoulders. I don't wear a bra and my knickers soon followed my dress. Stood naked in front of him I said "You want the brew or not". That forty nine year old telephone technician was in my pussy five minutes later, after I'd sucked his seven inch cock hard. Leant over the breakfast bar, I had him fuck me from behind. He started to fuck me softly at first, but I told him to see me as a slut and to fuck me that way. For a man who was then nearly fifty (He is fifty now) he could and can surely fuck. I became just a fuck hole for him and he used me as I'd wanted to be used since the accident and loved every second of his pounding my pussy. With him slamming away at my pussy I orgasmed twice. And then he did something I wasn't expecting but was thrilled about it all the same. Pulling his cock out of my pussy, he immediately slid it into my arsehole. I hadn't asked him to do it, but when he began to fuck me there, I was so glad he did. I a series of mini climaxes I was so into him fucking me, I forgot to tell him to cum in my mouth. He came up my arse filling it with his hot cum. Once he'd drained his balls he withdrew and we both sat on a breakfast bar stool. Telling me he was working in the area for six weeks, I told him my real mobile number and to text me if and when he was free. Over the following six weeks he called by every day my husband wasn't around and we fucked all over the house. He's still to this day a visitor to our home, and I often have him fuck me when we meet up outdoors.
Since my accident in two thousand and fourteen, I've had sex with eighteen different men. Some have been one offs and quickies, but most are now guys I have regular sex with. Two I now see together at the end of each month. That's when my husband works down in London for a couple of days.
Getting back to my husband. He definitely knows I'm fucking other guys, as he said only last month "Make sure you look after yourself with YOUR men". He smiled when he said it and accepted a blow job in the garden. If my husband could have kept up with my sexual needs, I'm sure I'd still be faithful. But we both know he can't, so he turns a blind eye and still fucks me when he wants, which for me can't be, and just isn't enough.
There was a car crash and I spent two weeks in hospital because of it. My husband got off nearly scot free, yet I wasn't so lucky. After the bones had mended and bruising gone, it was my mental state that concerned the doctors. I'd taken a very large blow to my head and I just could seem to shake it. Then like someone had flicked a switch, my head/thoughts/fears appeared to go back to normal. But normality wasn't what I'd reached. Everything about me was back to my old self, everything that was except my libido. It was off the charts.
No sooner than I could get my husbands cock in me, I did. And not just boring vanilla sex either. I had my husband fuck me in all my holes each time we fucked, and it was fucking. Not the love making we used to have. I wanted it hard and I wanted deep down my throat, in my pussy and up arsehole. Every chance I got to seduce him I had his cock in me, but even though we were fucking every day, I still wanted more. I bought two dildo's online and used those for a few weeks. Yet it still didn't placate my need to be fucked by a man. So asking my husband one night if he'd fuck me for the third time that day, he told me outright, he just couldn't keep up with sexual demands anymore.
The very next day out shopping on my own as my husband was at work, I met a young lad I'd known from his time at the college I work at part time. He said hello and gave me THAT type of smile. Moving us to one side i asked him if he'd like to have some fun. When he asked what fun. I told him I like him to fuck me.
In the supermarket toilets, I pulled him into a cubicle in the ladies and had him lick my pussy before he poked his unfortunately small cock up my front fuck hole. Even if he was small I still got off on his cock, cumming hard, as he lasted for an age before he shot his goo inside my pussy. Cleaning ourselves up, we just about walked out before a security person walked around the corner and entered the ladies. He aasked me if he could see me again, so I gave him my old mobile number, thinking I'd better not chance it again.
However three days later I did chance it again. Not with the young guy from college, but a man who was fixing some telephone cables outside of our home. He like me is married, but when I asked him he'd like a cup of tea, he said yes. Inviting him in out of the light rain, I asked him if he'd like to follow me into the kitchen. Seeing his wedding band I almost didn't ask him, yet looking at his bulge in his work trousers I found myself saying "The tea will cost you a fuck". He looked puzzled at first until I let my dress fall from my shoulders. I don't wear a bra and my knickers soon followed my dress. Stood naked in front of him I said "You want the brew or not". That forty nine year old telephone technician was in my pussy five minutes later, after I'd sucked his seven inch cock hard. Leant over the breakfast bar, I had him fuck me from behind. He started to fuck me softly at first, but I told him to see me as a slut and to fuck me that way. For a man who was then nearly fifty (He is fifty now) he could and can surely fuck. I became just a fuck hole for him and he used me as I'd wanted to be used since the accident and loved every second of his pounding my pussy. With him slamming away at my pussy I orgasmed twice. And then he did something I wasn't expecting but was thrilled about it all the same. Pulling his cock out of my pussy, he immediately slid it into my arsehole. I hadn't asked him to do it, but when he began to fuck me there, I was so glad he did. I a series of mini climaxes I was so into him fucking me, I forgot to tell him to cum in my mouth. He came up my arse filling it with his hot cum. Once he'd drained his balls he withdrew and we both sat on a breakfast bar stool. Telling me he was working in the area for six weeks, I told him my real mobile number and to text me if and when he was free. Over the following six weeks he called by every day my husband wasn't around and we fucked all over the house. He's still to this day a visitor to our home, and I often have him fuck me when we meet up outdoors.
Since my accident in two thousand and fourteen, I've had sex with eighteen different men. Some have been one offs and quickies, but most are now guys I have regular sex with. Two I now see together at the end of each month. That's when my husband works down in London for a couple of days.
Getting back to my husband. He definitely knows I'm fucking other guys, as he said only last month "Make sure you look after yourself with YOUR men". He smiled when he said it and accepted a blow job in the garden. If my husband could have kept up with my sexual needs, I'm sure I'd still be faithful. But we both know he can't, so he turns a blind eye and still fucks me when he wants, which for me can't be, and just isn't enough.
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