I Didn’t Mean To

My husband I moved to a new city for his job. We are in apt building. I really have nothing to do right now.
Before we got married I’d been in a long term relationship with my gf had even come out to my parents and we’d planned on getting married when we could. My parents had mixed reactions. The one common note was “it’s just a phase you’ll grow out of it”. Fucking tore me a part the day her mother called me and told me she had been killed in a car crash.
My husband is good to me and a very considerate lover. I love pleasing him. I’m totally submissive to every whim he has. He’s got me on a work out regiment to keep me fit as well as an healthy diet. I do as he says and because of it I have a flat stomach and fit ass. I love the way I look and how it makes him look at me. Love catching women at the gym looking at me too it truly makes my day.
There’s a young woman down the hall living with her parents she’s always so polite and I thought I’d caught her checking me out in my gym attire a few times.
I found her crying in the hall one day after my morning work out and asked if she was ok. She was blubbering far to much to get anything coherent out of her other than she didn’t want to go back in there with her parents. I helped her up and to my couch. I made her tea to help calm her down. She finally got a hold of herself. I asked again what was wrong. She shook her head and said I’d never understand. I explained sometimes saying things out loud helps the speaker understand or think better. She finally told me that she was only into girls and her family constantly homoshamed their other neighbor and said horrible things about lgbtq+ advocates, members and so on. I nodded and listened she is so cute. Even blotchy and snotty. Dark hair, nearly flat chest due to her excessive sports, round muscular ass, puffy lips, brown eyes and dark tan skin. She thanked me for listening and said she needed to go. I told her my sob story and she listened intently and that I had an idea of what she was going through. She asked me if her parents had been right? Was it just a phase. Nope not just a phase but I admitted I also really loved dick but missed the feel of a woman. It was just different. Not better or worse just different.
She leaned in and kissed me. It shocked the fuck out of me but I now see how I’d been leading her on. She melted into me and was like she was breathing life into me again. I tried to excuse myself to shower and she asked me not to. I said but I stink and honestly I don’t want this to stop. She said then don’t go and helped me out of my sports bra and took my breast into her mouth. Back and forth till my nipples were tingling. She pulled her shirt and bra off too, she had even less than I thought and I loved seeing her sit there. She pulled my pants off and peaked my panties off me. I’d heard of men that liked the musk of a sweaty pussy but never a girl. Holy shit she inhaled my lady stench and told me how beautiful it was and then went down on me. She was not skilled but was open to guidance and her effort made up for a lot. She fingered me and sucked my clit. It was amazing. We traded spots and she told me wonderful things rubbing my ego. She came and I felt proud that I still had it. She went home and I showered.

My husband came home and I jumped his bones then made him dinner. As he sat there eating I was under the table sucking his cock. He finished eating and bent me over the tAble. I’d already prepped my ass and handed him the lube. He applied it to his dick and slid into me I begged him to fuck me and punish my ass. He did and came in me so deep. I’d gotten light headed from all of it. He told me how good of wife I was. I felt guilty but also fulfilled