Last week I allowed my husbands youngest brother to fuck me at his flat, because of a stupid argument I had with my husband. He'd accused me of infidelity with a guy at work, but my husband was wrong, totally wrong.
Annoyed and knowing his youngest brother Sam had always fancied me, I visited him at his flat and one thing lead to another. Sam and I fucked for over an hour, and in that hour I had the best sex of my life. There wasn't any love making, as it was pure down dirty fucking. The kind of fucking that had me having one orgasm after another.
At home later that night, my husband apologized telling the information he'd heard was untrue. I knew that to be the case anyway, but I also knew the sex I'd just had with his youngest brother was also amazing.
Sam really was a great fuck, but that's not why I'm confessing. My husband had been half right about someone at work, but it wasn't a man. Over the past nine months I've been having such wonderful time having sex with a female colleague during our lunch break. Her home is only five minutes from where we work, so each day, if and when we get an extended lunch break, we've been at her place. And it's been some of the best sex of my life. That was until Sam fucked me last week.
Now I seriously don't know what to do.