Sanitary Pad Confession

I’m having an affair with my much older boss. It’s just good hard sex and friendship; the only problem is I’m engaged to marry another man. I’ve nearly been caught a couple of times but yesterday was the nearest ever!

My boss Phil has a terminally ill wife, and as a result, we only get to be together once or twice a month. It’s fair to say when Phil has finished fucking me, my poor pussy has been well used; he also cums like a fountain inside me. I guess even in your 50s, only having an orgasm twice a month will result in very full balls. I now have to use sanitary pads whenever I’ve been with him, as his stuff is usually dripping out of me for a couple of hours afterwards.

Last night I had a quickie with Phil just before leaving work. I called into his office to say good night, and he just grabbed me, bent me over his desk and fucked me hard for five minutes before cumming hard. He must have been pulsating in my pussy for over a minute as he filled me up. I grabbed some tissues from his desk and went to the ladies to clean myself up and put a sanitary pad on.

When I got home, my fiancé was waiting for me and, due to the sunny weather, was as horny as fuck. Before I could resist, he had me on the couch, pulling my knickers off. He stopped when he saw I was wearing a pad and asked why as he knew I had been on my period the previous week, and he had fucked me the night before. I had to think quickly; I said that I still had his junk dripping out of me in the morning, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him at work, which also made me very wet thus, I had to wear sanitary protection for the day.

He called me a very naughty girl and went down on me; I knew he was licking my boss’s spunk out of me; I don’t know why but this really turned me on, and I came from him just licking me out. I also enjoyed having another cock in me so soon after being used by Phil. He even commented that I was very wet; I again said it was due to thinking about him and the weather. His following comment nearly caused my heart to stop. He said it felt almost liked I’d been fucked by another man, and he was getting “sloppy seconds”. Strangely, though, this turned him on; however, I was having problems breathing as my panicking heart was beating so quickly.

We sometimes talk dirty to each other, he loves it, and I sometimes get off on it too. My lovely fiancé was calling me a dirty whore for being fucked by another man. He asked me to tell him what the other man had done to me. I said I’d met a sales rep at work, and he had taken me to his car to show me some samples and had pushed me into the back seat. I said he had ripped my knickers off and, without asking, just fucked me bareback like a whore on his back seat and filled me with his sperm. My fiancé was getting off on this and eventually came out of his brains.

Afterwards, I asked him what had brought all this on? He said he’d long had a dirty fantasy about watching me being fucked by another man; he apologised if he’d offended me. He said he imagined he was licking his own spunk from the night before, and the thought just popped into his head that it was another man’s, and then his dark fantasy just took over.

My fiancé rang at work today and asked me if I was wearing a sanitary pad today and, if so, to leave it on when I arrived home as he would like to do another roleplay if I was up for it? He asked if the sales rep was due back today, I coyly said yes. He then said he wanted to hear all about it when I get home. I do hope Phil is working late tonight :)