When I entered the bedroom that night, I simply could not see a thing. It was pitch black and I'd one too many drinks. My husband had entered the room before me, having only minutes before had me suck on his cock in the kitchen. He was horny, hard and wanting my mouth, pussy and ass. It didn't matter we were at my uncles house, as we'd sneakily had sex there before. I felt him reach for me from behind, then as quickly as possibel he removed nearly all my clothing. As he did this, his hands searched for my breasts and my pussy through my legs. Kissing my neck I heard him remove his trousers and lower his boxers. Then wham, as he bent me over the end of the bed, he thrust his cock into me from behind. We fucked for no more than a few minutes, but in that time, I came twice as his cock felt so big and so thick inside of me. Usually he'd switch to my asshole, as I know he loves fucking me there. Yet he carried on fucking my pussy and squeezing my breasts. All of sudden his thrusts got more intense, as did his breathing and I heard him speak for the first time, saying "Fuck yeh". He'd cum inside me, which in turn had me shivering from yet another orgasm. The only problem if it was one, it wasn't my husbands voice, it was my uncles and he'd just shot his hot sticky cum inside of me.
My reaction was different to what it might have been. I should have took him to task, but I didn't. Instead as he pulled out of me, I turned around and kissed him. I knew how good it had felt to have him fuck me and I also knew from past flirtations between us, it was one day possibly going to happen. It was then I heard movement in the corner of the room and saw the bedroom door open. Light flooded in and I saw my husband exit the room.
He'd been in there the whole time, watching and listening through the gloom as his wife was fucked by her uncle. I wasn't in shock as such, as I knew of his sexual tendencies. Even so I was a little hurt, as he'd not said I was to be my uncles birthday present. Nor had I agreed that I would be. It didn't matter though, I'd been fucked and the man who I'd for so long wanted to have sex with, had taken me with his super thick cock.
This was a year ago this week and every week since then I've visited my uncles home for sex. My husband believes it was a drunken one time thing. Something he'd mentioned in the past as we'd made love. His fantasy was to see me being fucked by another man, a man with a bigger, much thicker cock than his. But I'd innocently believed it to be just a fantasy. It's no longer a fantasy as my uncle and I have sex, awesome sex in his home as my husband works. The fact my husband works for my uncle helps as he arranges on the days we have sex, that he's working on jobs the furthest from our home area.
Are we cheating on my husband, yes we are. Are we having the sex of our lives, yes we are. And do I feel guilty for having a forty six year old man show me just how wonderful a whole afternoon of sex can be. No I don't, and I'll probably continue to have sex with others from now on. My husband opened Pandora's box, now he's got to accept what cums out of it.