Three years ago, a man I worked with occasionally started hitting on me and propositioning me and I got interested. Thinking about the guy's cock and wondering got me so wet I started to obsess over it. i just really wanted to see it, play with it and suck on it then become fixated on making it cum just to see if I could. This went on for a few weeks. Then he was scheduled to leave and I couldn't get the idea of his cock out of my mind, I was on sexual edge all the time. I kept saying to myself, well he said (my husband) that I could, he said that I could, he said that I could. Then one day, I did.
The guy was flirting and I flirted back, hard. We were alone and I made mention that I was planning to stay late (it was a night my husband wouldn't be home until late too. The guy hung around until it was just us. I tried to play it cool but I lost control and attacked the poor guy. We kissed, he stripped off my top and sucked by boobs, I yanked down his pant and dropped to my knees and watched his cock grow hard before my eyes. It was beautiful. Thick and just a bit longer than my husband;s, it head a nice round shiny head, I kissed it, licked it, started sucking it, I gave him the blow job of my life to that point and it wasn't long until I felt that throbbing a cock does just before a guy cums then tasted warm liquid in my mouth. I kept sucking and kissing and swallowed it down and kept on sucking and kissing for a long time. I wanted more.
The next day I sucked him off again in my car then again the next day. Then I squatted down behind a wall in our parking garage and sucked him off one more time. I finally let him fuck me just before he was to leave. I went to his hotel and we spent an hour in bed and were both late for work. The feeling when his cock first pushed into my pussy was like a drug to me. I felt euphoric and came twice and was on cloud 9 all day to the point where my husband later asked me why I was in such a good mood. That night I gave him a killer blow job better than any I'd given him before. The one thing I didn't do was tell him I'd fucked around. Even though he said I could, I just didn't want his to know so I kept it a secret.
The problem was I wanted that feeling again. I started finding way to be alone with men. I took the plunge with a stranger I flirted with waiting to board a plane and ended up in his hotel room groaning when his cock entered my, god it makes my cum so hard.
I try to fuck only strangers but sometimes I loose control. I've fucked a few men my husband knows including one neighbor, a guy he works with and a guy who is a manager at my work but not my boss exactly.
I've also fucked 18 other guys who were all strangers since the first time and I still can't get enough. To my count I've blown 28 men who I didn't fuck, just blew although that number is very hazy I think that number is more like 35 I just have trouble remembering everyone clearly. I keep thinking I'll get bored and go back to my old husband based sex life but so far I think more about cocks and cum than ever. I've fucked or sucked so many different men, from 18 years old to the early 60s. White guys, black guys, Hispanic guys, guys with huge dicks and little dicks. It's like once I'm interested, nothing dissuades me. I don't car how the guy looks once I'm in the mood and alone with a guy, I just suck him or fuck him mostly both.
Afterwards I only feel guilty if the guy was married although it never stops me. I always tell myself, this is the last time, then I treat my husband like gold fucking and sucking him silly for awhile then the urge for new dick comes back and grows until there's a cock in my mouth again. I was given permission so technically it's not cheating but I feel like there's something wrong with me being so obsessed with sex with other men so much.
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