This story is inspired by a real life experience as related to me by one of the married women he fucked. "Mark" is a real person and is often called "The Heat Seeking Missile". Women: If your pussy is radiating heat, he will find you. (Edited to protect identities.)
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My name is Mark. I'm not sure how I got started fucking around with married women. I think it was mostly just curiosity. The first time was accidental, and I didn't realize she was married until later. The second time, I suspected she was married but went ahead anyway, and my suspicions were confirmed later.
I did a little research and discovered they estimate around 40% of married women have screwed around on their husbands at least some. It's only about 50% of men, so the women are gaining fast. I also found out that most of the cheaters were both married. I'm a single (divorced) guy, age 35, and it occurred to me that might be a hell of a problem, because both parties would have to create opportunities and a place and so on. Where there's a will there's a way I guess.
I soon realized I knew quite a few married women. I just hadn't paid much attention to them before. Also there were the casual meetings which I had more or less blown off in the past if I saw wedding rings or otherwise found out they were married. There's some kind of old song or something about "Sadie, Sadie, Married Lady," which sort of implies they don't count, and that may have been my thinking. So to make up to the married women I've offended so far, it dawned on me the pickings were good in this field, at least as good as the single women if not better.
It helps that many people consider me at least a borderline "hunk". I don't really agree with that, but I'm 6 ft. tall, 170 lbs, with no flab. I'm blessed with features that are at least regular, and "good hair" as they say. I'm able to attract women, and if I get them in bed my thick eight inch cock helps. My sort of "in between" age of 35 also helps, because it gives me a range of partners from about 25 to 45. With these things in mind, I started my own research on married women.
Just as an experiment I homed in on two married women, figuring the 40% rough average might work here. One was a woman I knew at work, and the other an acquaintance I knew otherwise. Both were pretty hot looking, One was Virginia or Virgie, age about 40, with long shapely legs which she liked to show off with short skirts and strappy high heels. The other woman's name was Monica, age about 32ish, with a set of big tits. Both women had children, but they were at least school age which I thought might be important.
Long story short, I struck out with big tits Monica. I think she liked me well enough, and she showed some interest, but may have thought it was just too risky. And her child was younger which might have played a role. Virgie at work was another story. She showed some interest right away.when I started paying attention to her, and I think she was one of those people who might consider me a hunk. Also, at age 40 she was still a hot looking woman but may have started to have thoughts about losing it. I really didn't know about each woman's home life, but everybody has problems, just some more than others.
So Virgie had shown some interest. How do you take it to the next level, so to speak? I found out at a happy hour with some of the people at work. I figured the worst she could do was say no, so I put it to her pretty directly and asked if she'd like to continue the happy hour at my place. She looked kind of panicky, and I could tell she was wrestling with some things. Finally she said the timing was not good right now, which I took to mean her home life. "But maybe we could do something another time," she cheerfully added. She looked good that evening, and I could tell we were getting close. My cock got hard just thinking about those long legs wrapped around my ass.
I decided the next move was up to Virgie, and it didn't take her long. The next week she asked me about a happy hour for two and named a place outside our usual haunts. I told her that sounded good to me, so there we were having drinks at a dimly lit bar. She was wearing a short tight skirt and strappy heels with no hose as she often did, and I noticed how good her ass looked in addition to her legs. We lingered over one drink, and then I said I had some stuff for drinks at my place, and we could continue there if she liked. Again, she looked a little nervous, but recovered quickly and said, "Sure. How do you get there?"
I'm fairly proud of my condo and I'd had someone help me with the decorating. The maid kept it clean, and she'd been there just yesterday. Virgie admired everything when we got there and sat in a stuffed chair while I put a disc in for some music and made us drinks. The chair was low enough that her skirt rode up to show some thigh. I sat on the sofa and asked her to join me, because it was handier to the coffee table for our drinks. She didn't hesitate and in fact folded her legs up on the sofa which showed a lot of thigh. I figured we had to do something, sometime to get this started, so I carefully got my hand on a bare thigh. Her breath missed a beat, and she took a stiff slug of her drink.