Owning Up

Three mornings per week he drives over to our house, let's himself in and tells me how he'd like to fuck me that particular morning.
He's not the best looking guy in the world, and he's in his fifties. Yet he has a massive cock, and certainly knows how to fuck me with it.
My husband is in finance, which keeps us extremely financially comfortable. But our sex life isn't exactly wonderful anymore.
Greg and I first had sex when he was gardening for us. He slipped and got covered in mud, so I washed his clothing as he took a quick shower. Only he got out as I was walking past to get him some of my husband's shorts and t shirt from our bedroom. I saw Greg naked and was shocked to see just how big his flaccid cock was.
He might be a bit rough looking, but he's not behind the door, and saw me staring at his dick.
Gripping it, he told me I wanted it, and he was right.
Within a minute I was bent over the bath with Greg sliding his cock up my pussy from behind. We had to be quick because my husband wasn't going to be too much longer getting home
It's easily the biggest cock I've ever been fucked by, and Greg fucked me to two amazingly powerful orgasms.
When he came, he told me he didn't care if he got me pregnant and flooded my pussy with his sperm.
Greg didn't know it then, but I can't have children. So every time he's been here fucking me, he's always cum inside me.
When my husband got home that day, I was drying Greg's clothing in our drier. I told him what happened, obviously missing out the fact only half an hour before Greg had fucked me in our bathroom.
I also didn't tell him, just minutes before he arrived, I was lay on our kitchen table as Greg tongued my pussy and arsehole making me climax yet again.
Now Greg visits three days a week and fucks me like I'm his common slut. And I love it.
There's no love involved, and hardly any affection. It's raw sex, sordid fucking you might say, and it's utterly fantastic.
I never fail to get off multiple times and our extensive gardens have never looked so good.