Tried And Tried

For a long time I tried my best to stimulate my husbands desires. I even had a threesome with him and another man, because he said it was his fantasy.
Lingerie, sex toys, being extremely fit and if I say so myself, looking good. Yet his libido dropped and I grew increasingly frustrated.
It wasn't and isn't a medical issue. He's not gay, but his desire for sex has become almost zero.
During lockdown I was still working as part of a doctors surgery. And it was there I met a suppliers driver of medical items.

He's twenty three, extremely cheeky and as I've found out, very sexual.
We flirted for a while, as I was struggling with home life and not getting the physical part of my marriage. Even so I resisted Deans advances.
Then after a very frustrating night of non passion with my husband, Dean called by the surgery early.
I knew why as I'd messaged him. Basically I'd let him know I wanted sex. Not caring loving sensual sex, but a man to fuck me.

Using the intake room for goods, I welcomed him in by being down to my lingerie which I'd put on especially for the six foot two delivery driver.
Dean is no oil painting, but he is extremely fit, and like me a bit of a gym goer.
As soon as I let him into the intake room, he was all over me.
There was absolutely no mistaking why I'd messaged him, and the young man took control by having me kneel in front of him.
I know lots of people exaggerate mens cocks, but I have no reason to. I'm married to a man with an eight inch penis, yet Deans cock is longer and thicker. And it beautifully curves upwards.
It shocked me at first to see his large penis, but id made my mind up. Sucking it in I instantly knew I was going to do anything and everything with him.

And over the next three quarters of an hour, we did a whole lot of licking, sucking and fucking.
The sex was just that, real hard sex. Even when Dean tongued my pussy and arsehole, he did it in such a way sucking really hard on my clit, that it hurt a little.
And I loved it all. I climaxed several times before he even started to fuck me. And when he did, it was brutal to the point of me feeling like a rag doll at times.
Dean fucked me from behind, I rode his gorgeous dick as he sat on a load of boxes and he drove his cock up my arsehole as I was forced to hold onto the shelving.
Only when I'd orgasmed multiple times and he'd cum deep inside my back passage, did we slow a little.
Having him pleasure me with his mouth again, I had two more amazing orgasms and knew I'd never go back to frustrating myself with husband who can't keep me happy.

Just before lunch, the practice manager called me into his office. He asked me why Dean had made a delivery so early. I gave him some excuse about driver shortage, but I could tell he wasn't buying it. So when he said "You like your job don't you" I knew he was playing his hand.
When my colleagues were having their lunch, I was giving my forty seven year old practice manager a blow job.
His fat cock was different to Deans, but no less enjoyable.
When he came, and boy did he cum, it was like a flood pumping into my mouth. And as I didn't want any on my clothing, I swallowed his goo.

So in a matter of hours I'd cheated on my husband twice.
And it felt utterly liberating.
Dean and I now have sex at his place. It's a twenty minute drive I look forward to, as the sex is amazing. It's not love making at all. It's a young man getting his rocks off deep inside an older woman's mouth pussy and arsehole. And it fantastic.
The practice manager, as my colleagues have alluded to recently, is a much happier guy to work for. Maybe it's because he's getting his fat cock sucked two to three times a week.

My husband and I are now like brother and sister. We rarely have sex and he's happy with that. And listening to him the other day talking about me being satisfied at work, I think he knows and accepts I'm leading a double sexual life.