Even after over 15 years of marriage you don't completely know the person you're married to. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, it can actually bring excitement back in to your relationship.
We have a pretty close group of friends and acquaintances. Like any social group, some people get along while others don't.
There is a guy John, that is notorious for picking up different women all the time. Especially married women. He and my Husband Kris aren't friends but they've never had a quarrel either.
Although he hit on most of us regularly, it still came as a surprise when one day my best friend Sarah confessed that she had gotten drunk one night. Her husband left her at the club with her friends to go to a cigar bar with his friends. She was pissed, (this was a regular occursnce), so when John came on to her that night, she went back to his house and fucked him. Her husband still doesn't know, but in my opinion her husband is an asshole anyway. Even though he's friends with Kris.
So after making Kris promise, promise, promise, promise he would never tell Mike (Sarah's husband), I told him. I thought Kris was going to have some nasty things to say, but instead he seemed more interested in me. Asking is if he'd ever tried anything with me. So I came clean about how John hits on me and had tried to kiss me a couple times. Kris got really turned on by it all, bringing it in to the bedroom.
Finally after a couple weeks, Kris got up the nerve to ask me if I'd ever have sex with John. At first I thought there was no way. But he is attractive and there is no chance of him getting attached. So I began to consider it. Kris was serious, he
wanted me to think about it.
One evening we were all at the club again. One of our favorite hang outs. As usual, Mike wanted to take of and go hang out with just the boys. This time I told Kris to go ahead and go with them. Which he occasionally did anyway, just not all the time like Mike. As soon as the husbands were gone John began heavily flirting with Sarah, Sandy (another friend) and myself. I told Sarah I wanted a chance to be naughty too. She asked if she should tell John I needed a ride home? And with that I found myself in John's car heading to my house, doubting and thinking of all the ways I was going to blow him off when we got there. Only I didn't.
I invited him in for a drink that never got poured.
We began kissing as soon as we got in the front door. He immediately lifted my shirt off and undid my bra like a pro. He told me that he had been dying to play with "these
delicious boobies" as he kissed and sucked on my nipples. He kept
commenting on how beautiful they are
and he how much he loves my big nipples and tan lines.
I began having second thoughts and started to pull away, but John expertly told me that I deserved this and I just needed to relax. I let him unbotton my jeans and slide his hand in to my panties. He had me on the edge of cumming then stopped to lay me down and peel the rest of my clothes off. He dove in between my legs face first and gave me oral like I e never experienced before. I came three times. I pulled his pants off and was surprised to see that he is actually pretty small. But I was too horny to really care at that moment and went down on him. He didn't let me stay down there too long, before he pulled me up. Before I could even finishing thinking, OK we're really doing this, he had a rubber on and inserted
himself in to me. At first I was in a state of delirium, I couldn't believe this was happening. I came out of the sheer thrill. I hadn't
experienced this feeling since
before I was married.
Somewhere along the way, John rolled me over on to my stomach and whispered that he wanted to do butt stuff.
I was taken aback and must have began to ramble, because he asked me if I had ever done that before.
The truth is, not since I was a teenager.
He just ignored my rambling, and rubbed lube between my cheeks. (Lube which he coincidentally had in his pants pocket along with his rubbers). I just lay there as he inserted his finger in my butthole. He pulled his condom off and I let him fuck me in the ass. He reached around and played with my clit as he did me from behind, bringing me to orgasm one final time as I felt him unload in my ass.
We just lay there panting for a while. He was massaging my boobs.
We heard a car door.
I don't know why I panicked, but I said Shit that's my husband.
John started running around full speed gathering his clothes up, I went in to the bathroom and washed up and just put on a robe.
I was coming out of the bedroom as John was leaving and he ran in to Kris coming in.
Kris said, Oh! Why are you here.
John just said, I just gave the Mrs. A ride home and made sure she got in safe.
Then he bolted out the door.
Kris came in and just looked at me knowingly, with a smirk on his face.
He looked over toward the corner of the bedroom and said, Your guest forgot a sock.
Then he looked at me and said, Did you?
I opened up my robe and flashed him. He didn't even ask anymore questions. We had sex for hours.
After that night, every time we go somewhere and see John, It makes Kris super horny.
Kris later showed me this site and talked me in to posting this story.
At first I was reluctant, because I've seen some of the judgmental stuff posted here. Also because I didn't want people to find out because of what they might think. But like Kris pointed out, everybody knows I had a fling with John. They just think that Kris doesn't know.
