Straight Female / 33
I Had A Brief Affair
My husband and I got married during the summer of second year of college. We couldn’t get enough of each other so we got married. We graduated and got our careers started. We lived in a nice apartment. I worked at a 24 hour business job and worked evening shift. My husbands worked days. I realized this slowed our sex life down and that I really enjoyed having a lot of sex. We started trying to get pregnant after a year. I hadn’t gotten pregnant after several months.
This is when I made a poor decision. We had a neighbor in our same apartment that I got to know. He was in his early 30’s. He was very attractive. Tall, fit like a poster boy. Worked out and well muscled. I would stare at him at the pool while he lay out for a tan. I one day went and layed out beside him. We talked and I found out he was divorced and also worked evening shift like me. I went back to my room and masturbate, imagining he was on my tall skinny body. I woke up my husband when I got in from work and made him have sex with me. The next day I went and saw he was at the pool again. I got out my small bikini and went and lay down beside him. I was trying to come up with a way to flirt but he started flirting first. He sprayed me with sunblock and started rubing my shoulders and back. He started rubbing my legs. When he got further up he rubbed my butt then started frigging me. He said for us to go to his room. He knew I was locked in the moment. Going up the stairs to his room he was following me and rubbing between my legs from behind. We got to his room and he untied my bikini and had me naked. He picked me up and while holding me like a little girl he entered me. In a short time we both orgasmed while he was holding me. He put me down and his cum had leaked on him. We went and took a quick fondling shower. We had very physical sex for longer than my husband and ever had. He finished inside me from behind with his finger up my anal. We ate sandwich’s and both had to go to work.
I would go over every day on my husbands work day. I was in a spell with this man. The strange thing is I didn’t care if I got pregnant. He was recently divorced and enjoyed getting all the sex he needed. He used all my body during sex. He would put my b size tits in his mouth and softly munch them. He often put a finger in my anal especially when I was on top. He mostly cum inside me deeper than my husband could. Him and my husband together I was totally satisfied. After five weeks of this I finally had a quilt feeling. I still couldn’t stop because I was addicted to the total satisfaction I got from sex with this man. And yes I missed my period.
Then after seven weeks when I went over he said we had to talk. He shared that he was getting back with his wife and family. She had an affair with her ex boyfriend he had moved out. My lover figured he had evened the score. I realized what type on man he was. He was just using me which I totally enjoyed. He had never asked about my birth control and I let him cum inside me many times. We had our last sex day and I cried the whole time. Unlike him before bit my breast to hard, leaving a major hickie and bruised sore breast. He even cum on my face which he had never before.
Yes I was pregnant. Never told my lover. He moved the next day back home. I told my husband I was pregnant. He was so happy about the news. I don’t think any husband was happier with such news. We had a daughter. One night I was watching my husband hold our daughter the quilt hit me like a storm. I cried uncontrollably. My husband concerned tended to me. I told him this was post traumatic which is common. That night I promised total devotion to him which he thought he already had. My price to pay is the memory of the fantastic sex I had with my lover. It is on my mind during sex with my husband and when I masturbate. My lover was a machine and no one can out perform the sex he provided. It isn’t I don’t enjoy sex with my husband. I just never feel totally satisfied. Now I will live with this memory.
This is when I made a poor decision. We had a neighbor in our same apartment that I got to know. He was in his early 30’s. He was very attractive. Tall, fit like a poster boy. Worked out and well muscled. I would stare at him at the pool while he lay out for a tan. I one day went and layed out beside him. We talked and I found out he was divorced and also worked evening shift like me. I went back to my room and masturbate, imagining he was on my tall skinny body. I woke up my husband when I got in from work and made him have sex with me. The next day I went and saw he was at the pool again. I got out my small bikini and went and lay down beside him. I was trying to come up with a way to flirt but he started flirting first. He sprayed me with sunblock and started rubing my shoulders and back. He started rubbing my legs. When he got further up he rubbed my butt then started frigging me. He said for us to go to his room. He knew I was locked in the moment. Going up the stairs to his room he was following me and rubbing between my legs from behind. We got to his room and he untied my bikini and had me naked. He picked me up and while holding me like a little girl he entered me. In a short time we both orgasmed while he was holding me. He put me down and his cum had leaked on him. We went and took a quick fondling shower. We had very physical sex for longer than my husband and ever had. He finished inside me from behind with his finger up my anal. We ate sandwich’s and both had to go to work.
I would go over every day on my husbands work day. I was in a spell with this man. The strange thing is I didn’t care if I got pregnant. He was recently divorced and enjoyed getting all the sex he needed. He used all my body during sex. He would put my b size tits in his mouth and softly munch them. He often put a finger in my anal especially when I was on top. He mostly cum inside me deeper than my husband could. Him and my husband together I was totally satisfied. After five weeks of this I finally had a quilt feeling. I still couldn’t stop because I was addicted to the total satisfaction I got from sex with this man. And yes I missed my period.
Then after seven weeks when I went over he said we had to talk. He shared that he was getting back with his wife and family. She had an affair with her ex boyfriend he had moved out. My lover figured he had evened the score. I realized what type on man he was. He was just using me which I totally enjoyed. He had never asked about my birth control and I let him cum inside me many times. We had our last sex day and I cried the whole time. Unlike him before bit my breast to hard, leaving a major hickie and bruised sore breast. He even cum on my face which he had never before.
Yes I was pregnant. Never told my lover. He moved the next day back home. I told my husband I was pregnant. He was so happy about the news. I don’t think any husband was happier with such news. We had a daughter. One night I was watching my husband hold our daughter the quilt hit me like a storm. I cried uncontrollably. My husband concerned tended to me. I told him this was post traumatic which is common. That night I promised total devotion to him which he thought he already had. My price to pay is the memory of the fantastic sex I had with my lover. It is on my mind during sex with my husband and when I masturbate. My lover was a machine and no one can out perform the sex he provided. It isn’t I don’t enjoy sex with my husband. I just never feel totally satisfied. Now I will live with this memory.
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