After hearing (Wrongly) that my husband had screwed a bar maid when he and some friends went on a trip abroad, I thought I'd get even. The very same night I was told he'd cheated on me, I went out with a girlfriend and eventually got drunk. We ended up in a back street bikers bar, infamous for all the wrong guys being in there. Within half an hour I was sucking on the cock of a really nasty (Reputation wise) individual, but one who's cock was massive. Unfortunately to me at the time, I made him cum all too quickly, so I flirted with his cute son. He too as I found out outside, had a whopper of a cock, but unlike his father, he stayed hard, available and ready to fuck me. Which he did for nearly quarter an hour up against and over his motor cycle. It was I have to say, in my merry state as I was at that time, some of the best sex I've ever had and he made me climax three times by fucking me so wonderfully well.
Back inside the bar, my friend and I continued to drink and I got steadily drunker and drunker. This is something I was told by my friend the following day. I apparently in the bar itself, sucked off yet another biker, and then went back outside for seconds with the young man.
With the mother of all hangovers, my friend text me midday and told me all about what I'd gotten up to, and to contact a mate of my husband's. I did and found out it was he who'd fucked the bar maid. My husband being as he said he was, in a casino gambling.
Now I don't know what to do. Tell my husband everything, or keep quiet and hope the son of the biker I had sex with doesn't say anything. I say this because he just so happens to sometimes work with my husband.
My other concern is the memory of just how amazing the sex was with him. And since the night at the bar, all I've thought about is his huge beautiful cock and imagined him fucking over and over again.