Dong Ding

I married Paul when I was twenty. We were both virgins, and very proud of it. Looking back over the last decade, I believe we were both stupid. Neither of us knew anything about sex beyond inserting tab A into slot B. The only thing either of us knew was that we should be naked when we did it. I had never been undressed in front of a man before. He had never stripped in front of a woman. We were both scared silly on our first try. We kept our backs to each other while we undressed and got under the covers. "Now what do we do?" Paul asked me.

"I think we are supposed to kiss," I said.

"We did that at the altar."

"We did it a lot before the ceremony too. I think it's okay." To this day, I don't know why, but he laid his hand gently on my cheek. "You have never done that before. It feels good." His lips briefly touched mine. That was our first tender moment. He kissed me again, and a third time. Next, he kissed my neck twice on both sides.

Eventually he got his erection. I got onto my back with my legs spread apart. We were both nervous about what we would do next. I feared the pain of being deflowered. He hated the thought of hurting me. Finally, I told him to just shove it into me. I yelped in agony as he broke my hymen. He ejaculated in me soon afterwards, probably because he was so excited about having sex for the first time.

Over the next few months, we became more comfortable being naked around each other. Except for the first-time pain, our sex continued unchanged. We caressed each other. Always we began with three kisses on the lips followed by four kisses on my neck. It's all we knew. Neither of us had any desire to view any porn to try to learn something else. It didn't occur to us to do so. We had sex three times a week. About once a month I had an orgasm. Life was pretty good.

After college, I found a part-time job as a paralegal. Paul had a well-paying job as an engineer. We didn't lack for money. He had Irish ancestry, so we went to Dublin on our tenth anniversary.

When I returned to work, I had lunch with a couple other women in the break room. "Did you guys join the club?" Shelly asked me.

I gave her a quizzical look. "What club?" I replied.

Both rolled their eyes at me. "You know," Mary said.

"I'm lost. Is there a club for people visiting Ireland?"

Both laughed. Mary leaned toward me and lowered her voice. "The mile high club," she whispered.

"What's that?"

Again, both laughed. "Mary," Shelly said, "I think we have a virgin bride on our hands."

"Yes, I was a virgin bride," I said, "and I'm proud that I saved myself for my husband."

Mary kept her voice soft. "Sarah, this is just between the three of us," she whispered. "No one else will never know about this conversation. Be honest. How often do you and Paul have sex?"

I was stunned by the impertinent question. "I don't see where that is any of your business. I don't pry into your private life."

"Mike and I get it on every night," Shelly said. "Occasionally we meet on our lunch breaks for a quickie. We are always hot for each other."

I took a deep breath. "Okay, we do it three times a week."

"How often do you orgasm?" Mary asked.

"About once a month. Sometimes twice."

"Girl, you are so deprived. You sound like a nun."

"I don't understand any of this. Paul and I have followed the same routine ever since we got married."

"Don't you ever do anything risqué?" Shelly asked.

"Like what?"

"Joining the mile high club, for example. Mike and I joined on our trip to Las Vegas last year. It took some planning because we would be doing it in our seats. We even practiced. We got a red-eye flight because we knew the cabin lights would be off once we were airborne. I didn't wear panties or a bra. Paul had the window seat; I had the center one. Some man had the aisle seat, so I was between them. To this day, I don't know his name. Once the lights were off, I turned my back to Mike and raised the back of my skirt. He didn't move. He had been working hard all day and was exhausted. He fell asleep. I figured we'd do it on our way home, so I sat upright to try to sleep too. I felt a hand on my left leg moving slowly up from my knee to under my skirt. Why pass up the opportunity? I turned my back to the man, and he and I joined the club."

"You had sex with a stranger right next to your sleeping husband? That's disgusting!"

"It was the most exciting fuck I've ever had. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"Steve and I have only used the bathroom in the rear of the plane," Mary said. "It's pretty tight..." She giggled. "...but so am I."

"That episode taught both of us that while we are a couple, we are also individuals," Shelly said. "We have opened up our marriage. I know Mike bangs his secretary. He's probably doing it right now."

"Steve gets some strange occasionally," Mary said. "I've had one of the lawyers here. We are thinking about joining a swingers' club. Sarah, it's obvious you consider us terrible women, but I can see in your eyes that you are intrigued by the idea of having other men. Spread your wings. If nothing else, have an affair."

"Even if I wanted to do something that sordid, I wouldn't know how to do it," I said.

"There are websites for people who want sex dates," Shelly said. "Nobody cares if you are single or married. It's all about fucking. Try it. You'll like it."

Despite my ingrained attitudes toward sex, I couldn't stop wondering if Paul and I could do something different in bed. That night I pictured Shelly with the strange man while Paul and I had sex. The thoughts alone made me more aroused than I ever had been before. My orgasm was the strongest that I could remember. Paul noticed my increased enthusiasm. "You've never been so excited," he said. "What brought that on?"

"I don't know," I lied. "Everything just clicked. I hope it happens more often."

"Me too," he said.

With that encouragement, I went shopping the next day to buy a very short skirt, one that barely covered my ass, and a G-string. I wore them and high heeled shoes and was braless when Paul got home from work. He took one look at my exposed legs. "You look like a streetwalker," he said. I was naked when we went to bed, something I had never done before. He turned his back to me and went to sleep. At that moment, I realized that Mary was right; I should have an affair.

We had separate computers, so I didn't have to worry about him seeing what I was doing when I entered 'affairs' into my search engine. The response was overwhelming. The sites that came up ran the gamut from dating sites to how-to sites to the psychology of cheating. I began with the psychology sites. I certainly fit the boredom category. I hadn't realized until then how humdrum my sex life was. They clearly separated love and lust. The how-to ones were next. They covered secrecy, separate bank accounts, where and when to meet a lover.

After three hours I picked a dating site at random and signed onto it. The opening screen left no doubt they were in the cheating business. The graphics showed couples fucking (I don't believe I'm using that word.). The people were looking into each other's eyes, and they were smiling. They were happy. The more I looked at the pictures, the more I wanted to be part of that world. If it meant continuing to put up with Paul's unalterable routine, it would be worthwhile to be happy.

The site said I should post a profile with a picture. It intimated that my photo should at least be topless, but full nudity would attract more men. I wasn't prepared to go that far, so I put up a basic portrait. The part about what I was looking for was the most challenging. I was still too shy to say I wanted sex. I had no idea what my lover should be like. Frustrated, I entered "My husband is boring."

Next, I looked at the profiles of men in my area. To my horror, one of them belonged to my church. His children were in the Sunday School class I taught. How could a God-fearing man like him be cheating on his wife? I rethought that idea. I was a God-fearing woman about to cheat on her husband. For a minute I considered switching to another dating site, then decided to let the cat completely out of the bag and sent him an email suggesting we meet for lunch. He replied within minutes suggesting the fast-food place across the street from our church. Why not? If anyone we knew saw us together, they would think we were discussing church matters. We agreed to meet there for lunch the next day

I had hidden a thousand dollars cash in a small box on a closet shelf as mad money in case I ever wanted to leave Paul. I used it to open an account at a strange bank and got a debit card for it.

I wore the micro-skirt and G-string and left my bra at home. Frank's eyes opened wide when he saw me. "I've never seen you wear that in church," he said.

"I didn't buy it for religious reasons," I replied.

"You are the last person I expected to meet on that website. I won't say I'm disappointed."

We went inside, ordered our lunches, filled our drink cups, and sat in a corner while we waited for our food. Although I wanted to appear provocative, I still tugged at my skirt to pull it down. "Is this your first time?" Frank asked me.

"I've eaten here before," I said.

"I meant, 'Is this the first time you've cheated on Paul?'"

I gazed at my hands in my lap. "Yes," I said softly.

"It's okay to be nervous. Anything new is scary. I was terrified on my first affair."

"How long have you been...ah...fooling around?"

"About five years. I'm surprised Anne hasn't caught on yet. We have to keep a low profile -- no doing anything unusual, no changes in our daily routines, no gifting unless it's something the recipient would buy."

"I read all that on the Internet. Why do you do it?"

"I want variety. I'm as bored with Anne as you said about Paul in your profile. We love each other dearly, but in bed, she's a one-trick pony."

"That's Paul, too. I know his every step from start to finish. I admit I'm scared, but I want to do this. I want to do new things, feel new things. For that I need a new man."

"We've known each other for a few years, but we are getting acquainted in a new way. I'm excited about learning your body. I can't wait to be alone with you. The Hotel Wilson accepts early arrivals. Shall we go there? I can take the rest of the day off." I hadn't expected to hop into bed with him immediately. Despite my jitters, I agreed. He took out his cellphone and made a quick call. "We can check in at one."

My exposed bottom clung to the seat when I stood up to take my tray to the trash bin. Frank's hand caressed my bare ass cheeks sending a tingle up my spine. "Don't you want to pull your skirt down?" he asked.

"Complaining?" I asked.

"No, it's just out of character for you."

"I want to try new things. Having my butt on display is new. It's exciting. I love the attention I'm getting from the other customers. Paul would never let me do this. He said this skirt makes me look like a streetwalker."

"He sounds like Anne. Maybe we should try to get them together."

"Do you really believe they would engage in an affair? Good luck with that."

The Hotel Wilson was only a ten-minute drive away. I pulled my skirt down before we went inside. The desk clerk treated Frank like a regular customer. Maybe he was. The room was on the third floor. Not that it mattered, but up there, passersby could not look in and watch us. Frank led me to the bed, and we sat down. He took my hand and looked into my eyes. I saw his desire for me. I returned the gaze. I placed my fingertips on his cheek and drew his mouth to mine. The kiss was soft, fleeting, and caring. I wanted him even more. The next kiss was equally brief. I was scared and excited at the same time. The third time our lips stayed together, again without deep passion. "Thank you," I whispered. "I've never been kissed like that before." Our lips stayed together without urgency.

I inhaled sharply when his hand found my inner thigh. A bolt of electricity raced up my leg to my pussy. Immediately I was wet. He simply ran his fingers up and down my leg without coming near my G-string. I stroked his leg as well. My eyes were closed. I felt the bulge in his trousers. He was bigger than Paul. My pussy became wetter in anticipation of getting my hands on his cock. (Why did I use that word? I should have said penis. No. If I was going to be a tramp, I should use the proper words. It was a COCK! It was going to FUCK me.)

He opened three buttons on my blouse and put his hand inside on my breast. My nipple stiffened the moment he touched it. "I see you are excited by my touch," he said softly. "That's good. I want you to enjoy yourself. I am going to make you so hot." He opened the other buttons. I slipped my blouse off exposing myself. Only Paul had seen my bare breasts before. I gasped when he kissed my nipple.

Frantically I tugged his shirt out of his pants and helped him out of it. His pecs told me he worked out. I struggled to open his belt buckle. He stood and let his pants fall to his ankles. He wasn't wearing underwear, so his cock pointed straight at me. Without hesitation I took it in one hand, put the head in my mouth, and licked around the glans while holding his balls in my other hand. I replaced his cock in my mouth with his balls. He was much bigger than Paul, both in length and girth. To hell with the wedding vows. I had to have this man inside me. He gasped as I sucked one ball into my mouth, then the other.

He reached around my waist and found the snap and zipper for my skirt waistband. I laid down on my back so he could remove the skimpy garment. He had my G-string off in a flash. His tongue found my slit and traced its lips up one side and down the other. My hips jerked as I felt sensations I had never known before. Although he wasn't touching my clit, the tension in my loins built until they had to be released. My thighs involuntarily clamped against his head as my hips bucked with the most intense orgasm of my life. He didn't stop. His tongue slipped between my pussy lips and caressed inside them. Was I screaming? I didn't know. All of my attention was focused on my cunt. My thighs held his head immobile again. His tongue found my clit, and I climaxed again. I rarely had an orgasm with Paul, but this wonderful man had made me cum three times in two minutes. He hadn't been inside me yet.

I spread my legs wide open. "Fuck me," I growled. "I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me now." With seeming reluctance, he crawled up on top of me. I gripped his cock and led it to my pussy. Slowly he inserted himself into me giving me time to adjust to his size. He stretched me open. I don't remember ever feeling so full. We made eye contact as he began to move inside me. His actions were short and slow. He made a point of staying high, so that he stayed in contact with my clit. As I thrust back against him, he increased his tempo. My passions rose until my pussy clamped onto his cock. He didn't stop thrusting. Instead of subsiding, my orgasm became stronger until my cunt muscles cramped and tried to push him out. He banged me harder and faster until I lost all awareness of everything but the immense pleasure in my loins. He froze deep inside me. I felt his balls pull up and pump his seed against my cervix. Every part of my body stiffened. My fingernails dug into his back. He collapsed on top of me. Both of us panted, gasping for air.

After a couple minutes, he lifted his body up on his elbows. He was still hard. "Damn, you are tight," he said still trying to breathe normally. "I don't remember any pussy like yours."

"I think it's because you are so big," I said. "I want to do it again, but I need some rest first."

"Me too. It is getting rather late. Shouldn't you be home when Paul gets off work."

I looked at my watch. He was right about the time. I would have to change clothes to keep him from suspecting anything. The window was small. "You're right. When can we do this again?"

"I don't know," he said as he pulled out of me. "We have to compare work schedules to figure out a time. There are others I have to fit in."

"Others?"

"Yes. About ten or so. After this audition, I definitely want to include you in the rotation."

"Audition?"

"Yes. I had to be sure you were hot enough to include in my group. How do you feel about threesomes with another woman?"

"Absolutely not!"

"That's okay. Some of the others are into it. In fact, two of them go to our church."

"Am I just another notch on your bed post?"

"I wouldn't put it so crudely. I have a very high sex drive. It takes several women for me to stay sane. I would like to make love with you again."

"I refuse to be part of a harem. Get off me. I have to go home."

I cursed myself as I drove home for ever thinking about cheating on Paul. At the same time, I reveled in the experience. Frank was definitely a much better lover. I loved every second of having him in me. After five orgasms in one afternoon, I knew once a month would be intolerable.

On my next day off when Paul had to work, I signed onto the dating website. There were a lot of cute guys answering my profile. Maybe I should audition more than one.