This really is a confession. I feel some guilt because we are both married and not unhappily so.
He and I share a duplex home and share a garage. When he and his wife moved in I took little notice but as time went by I would run into him in the garage. He is more the Clark Kent type than the Superman but for some reason his package was always prominent in his pants and I could not help but stare. He noticed and one day said, "Shit, you might as well see it," and took it out. Not that he was crazy big but above average and thick with a large head on it.

I had to handle it and so began our sex ritual. We meet in the garage and my knees grow weak. I bend over for a doggy and he fucks my vagina then when lubed well, slips it into my anus and in time that became delicious. He would push deep into me and come in a good eight strong pulses.

We now do it two or three times a week and soon enough we'll get caught but neither of us care if we do any longer.