I never meant to cheat. It was never who I was or who I wanted to be. I was raised to believe the Bible and try to follow what it said. I was always a good girl raised in a Southern Baptist church. I married a preacher and had two children. We were the perfect southern family. We were perfect until Clay joined our church. Clay was the type of man who could tear a woman down by looking at her. Undress her and turn her into a whore with his crooked smile. When I first saw him, I admit I felt the tug of temptation. He wasn't tall but he was very fit. His shirts seemed to cling to his hard muscles. He had such a cocky smug look and he made me tingle in places that usually stay behaved.
Clay liked to look at me. I frequently caught him staring at me and he never looked away. My face always turned red and I was the one who looked away. I was used to getting looks from men. I always felt that I was attractive. I have long dark brown hair and blue eyes. I am on the shorter side around 5'1 and I would run everyday except Sunday. I kept myself in shape and I worked hard. I could not say the same for my husband. Everywhere Clay was firm, my husband was soft. I caught myself looking at him more and Clay caught me looking too.
He taught at my son's school and he worked the car rider line in the mornings. I would drop my son off and Clay would smile that cocky half smile and joke around with me and the kids. He used the same gym I went to and started showing up when I would work out. He worked out near me and we constantly caught each other looking. Soon he began to come over and flirt while I was working out. That's when the touching started. He began by feeling my biceps and making a big show of how strong I was getting. Then he brushed my hair back from my face one day when the gym was empty. That made my heart pound in my chest. One day he helped me with my form when I was using the triceps machine. His hands were so strong as he grabbed my waist to move me. They lingered on my hips and then slipped back to my ass. He leaned in and whispered to me, "You are so fucking sexy. I can't take my eyes off you. You are exactly the kind of woman I love to fuck."
I was shocked. Nobody ever talked to me that way. I opened my mouth. I don't know what I planned to say but it didn't matter. He walked away. What shocked me the most was the tingling. I thought to myself, My pussy is tingling. That made it tingle more. I never allowed myself to think that dirty word. Oh it feels so good. It feels so hot. Stop it! I tried to distract myself but I couldn't. I thought about him all day and all night. Fortunately, I was good at redirecting and distracting myself. I was doing better the next day until I was out running when he pulled up next to me in his truck. He rolled his window down and said, "Hey Megan. Come here for a second, I want to tell you something."
I never should have walked over to the window. I leaned in and he reached out and grabbed my face. He pulled me to his face and I felt his lips touch mine, his whiskers scratching my face. He pressed harder, his lips against mine. He opened his mouth and his tongue touched my lips. For some reason, my mouth opened and his tongue slid into my mouth. I started sucking on his tongue and his hands found my hair and gripped it hard. I felt my pussy respond again so very hot and tingly.
Our kiss broke and I looked at him breathless. He said, "God that mouth was made to suck. MMMMM I really want you."
I started crying and ran away. When I got home, I was sick. I told my husband I felt ill and went right to bed. I lay there crying when I got the text. I never should have even responded.
"Hey its Clay. Im sorry. Ur married. I should just leav u alone."
"Oh no how did you get my number?"
"From the school ive had it a while. Really all I do is think about u."
"Im married its wrong find another girl who isn't married."
"I don't want them ur what I want plus I scare girls."
"What do u mean?"
"Well..."
"They are scared by a part of me."
"What do u mean?"
"My cock...its too big for them a lot of them don't even want to fuck me...it scares them"
He sent me a picture that made me drop my phone. He was standing in front of a mirror naked and something that looked like my arm was sticking out where a normal penis should be. I didn't believe that it was real. My husband's cock is not big at all. It didn't compare to that picture. I didn't respond to the text. I told my husband I was sick the next day and skipped church. He texted me that night.
"I didn't see u at church. You must have been home thinking about me. Im taking tomorrow off. U no where I live. If u want it. Ill be home waiting on u."
I didn't sleep all night. I just pictured him standing there. Naked. I couldn't imagine taking him inside of me. He was so big. I was struggling. I am a good girl I don't cheat. I don't know how my car ended up in his drive the next day. I knew he lived in a trailer just out of town. His house was back in the woods so my car wouldn't be seen. I knew where he lived because my husband and I called on him before he joined the church.
I don't know how I ended up at his door knocking. He opened the door dressed only in boxers smiling that smug smile I hated and loved at the same time. My hair was down and I was wearing a black sundress with sexy black thong panties that I bought for my husband but never had the nerve to wear and a matching black bra. He reached out and grabbed my wrist in his strong hand and pulled me inside. He stood there staring at me. I felt naked already.
"Look..." is all I got out of my mouth.
He pushed me back against the wall hard, pressing his body against mine. His hands grabbed my wrists and his mouth was on mine again. Kissing me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, biting my lip. I was panting when he stopped.
He growled in my ear "I knew you were a slut. I could tell by the way you looked at me. I know what you need and how you need it."
He moved my hands over my head and pinned them against the wall with one of his hands. His mouth was on my neck and I was moaning. His other hand had found my breasts. He was squeezing them and kneading them. His hand trailed down my belly and raised my skirt. His fingers brushed my pussy through my panties.