Seriously I cannot fathom to myself why I stayed faithful to my husband for so long. He's older than me (41) He's put on loads of weight, he drinks far too much and the last time his cock remained hard enough to fuck anyone, was on our last vacation, and that was whilst watching two guys fucking just off the beach.
In late December I booked us into a special hotel to have some "Us time". Time basically where we could try and relive our first sexual encounter. It was at the hotel where I used to work, and where on many many occasions, I had men wanting to get into my panties.
Nothing, not a thing happened other than my husband getting himself absolutely pissed up. Watching him sat in our room totally drunk and falling asleep, with myself dressed up in sexy lingerie and a tight black dress, I decided that was it. I decided I was going to have sex that night, no matter what.
Visiting the bar my husband had earlier gotten himself drunk in, I said hello to an old female friend of mine and also said hello to the new barman. My old friend introduced us and asked me if I was still married to ***. Telling her I was but not tonight, she looked quizzically at me. Telling her he'd been in the bar earlier, my friend said "Not the fat guy pissed up in the corner".
I knew why she said what she did, because when she knew me working at the hotel, I'd only date good looking men who looked after themselves. The look we exchanged was one of embarrassment both ways. Before I could say much more, my friend said "You're still very much in shape, why ?" and left it at that. Telling me she had to go and sort out a customers problem, I was left to talk to Andrea, the barman. A young man who I instantly knew fancied me.
We chatted for some time as he served myself then other patrons, and then back to me. Nearing the end of the night, the one I should have been spending with my husband, Andrea asked me if I wanted to go his room for some fun. I was about to turn him down when my old friend appeared. Walking right up so no one could hear, she said "I would he's a great fuck".
Ten minutes after Andrea's shift finished, I was in his small night room sucking on his extremely impressive cock. It had been eight years since I'd tasted another mans cock other than my husbands. And sucking in as much as I could of his huge dick, I knew I should have been enjoying myself more often.
After lots of kissing and foreplay we eventually were both naked and both pleasuring each others sex. I'm not sure even now how long it had been since *** had fucked me, but I wanted Andrea's cock and I wanted it desperately.
My friend was right, boy was she right. Andrea was not only a great fuck, I would in my humble opinion say he's got to be one of the best lovers in that particular town. At twenty years of age, he sure knew how to please a woman and how to drive me to one massive orgasm after another.
In a continued series of sexual positions we fucked one another and I can honestly say, Andrea is by far my best lover. Not knowing just how long we had sex for, I do know it was getting light when he came up my asshole for the last time. It had been an incredible night and one which I doubt I'll forget any time soon. Kissing him goodbye after sucking on his beautiful cock once more, I walked back to our hotel room, to find my husband flat out still dressed and snoring.
Taking a shower, then climbing into bed next to him, I was going to wake him up to have him move over. But *** being as drunk as he was, he actually fell off the bed as I moved towards him. Leaving him where he lay, I slept until I heard him rousing hours later.
Downstairs later on having breakfast, my old friend turned up and smiled at us both. She made some benign comment about enjoying our nights stay, to which I answered "It was just as you said it might be, actually far better". We exchanged knowing looks and smiles and my friend asked my husband if he needed some headache pills. Grunting his need, she left us to eat, or I did anyway.
When she walked back in bringing *** his tablets, she leaned close to me and passed me a piece of paper. An hour later we checked out and twenty minutes after that we were walking into our home. My husband took himself off to be and I looked at the note. It says (I've still got it) "Thanks for a wonderful night, if you're around here anytime soon, let me know, love to have more fun, Andrea x" It also had his cell phone number.
Two days later I took a detour after work and visited the hotel. Andrea and I spent an hour in the very same hotel room my husband and I had booked. My friend covered for Andrea and the room, and I had such an awesome time taking Andrea's cock in my mouth pussy and asshole.
Only when we'd finished having sex did he tell where he lived, when he wasn't staying over at the hotel. The room he shares with another hotel employee is only five blocks from our home. Since the New Year Andrea and I have had sex at the hotel on four separate occasions, but have also begun to have sex in our home too. When *** works his overstays, I've had (If he's not working) Andrea stay over.
In the two times he's been here, we've begun to have really adventurous sex, and believe me it's some of the best and horniest sex I've had.
The sex with Andrea has proved to me, I've been stupid to have denied myself sexual enjoyment, enjoyment my husband just cannot give me anymore. Indeed from now on, I'm going to have as much fun as I can. Whether that's with Andrea, or with another person, male or female.