I am in my twenties and have been married for about four years. I am a natural blonde with blue eyes and a slim figure. I have met my husband during college and have been a faithful wife since then. My husband is in marketing and has to travel a lot. I have my own consulting company with flexible hours. We have a good marriage but our sex life has turned routine after the initial sparks faded away.
My biggest passion is antiques. I do not consider myself an antique buyer, but rather antique hunter. I like to search for very valuable antiques in garage sales and second hand stores at bargain prices. I sometimes sell them in online auctions for big profits.
I also visit antique stores for bargains. In one of those visits a vase got my attention. It looked very old, but I was not sure if it was worth what they were asking for. A gentleman next to me, almost whispering, told me it was a Moorcroft piece from England, circa 1900's and its value was at least 40 times the asking price. I had a closer look at the gentleman, he had a very expensive suite and was very handsome. He introduced himself as Marcel. We started conversing and it was obvious he knew what he was talking about. Well I was very happy to purchase this sure bargain. I thanked him and while we were parting he casually asked me if I would join him for lunch. He said he knows this great restaurant with nice antiques as decor. I was grateful to him, so I accepted his invitation. He had this fancy sports car and we almost flew to the restaurant. We had a very nice lunch, and the topic was antiques of course. We were both very surprised that our offices were in adjacent buildings. After lunch we exchanged phone numbers to keep each other informed about any future antique finds.
I told my husband about my encounter and he was only too happy for such a find. My husband trusts me a lot and like me he did not make a big deal about this chance encounter. Marcel texted me in a few days about another great find. I decided not to tell my husband about it, thinking why make him jealous when there was nothing going on. I got another very profitable bargain. Afterwards we went to lunch again. We were becoming good friends. Marcel continued to text me like a good friend, like "How is it going?" etc. Our antique hunting, followed by lunches continued. I was definitely getting attracted to him. He was funny, very handsome, and perfect gentleman. His texting began to be more personal also: "What are you wearing today?", "You must look gorgeous in it." I found these texting flattering, and a little naughty but exciting. I was definitely getting attracted to Marcell.
My husband was out of state for a business trip. When Marcel called me for antique hunting near wineries I accepted as I had nothing to do. I decided to dress a little sexy since I felt this was more like a date. I wore a very short skirt that showed off my tanned legs and a very thin blouse. He picked me with his convertible, sunshine, beautiful scenery put me in a relaxed mood. After our antique hunting, we tasted some great wines and bought some. He has arranged a picnic for us in a real nice secluded place. I felt a little uneasy as I had not dressed for a picnic. When I sat down my skirt moved up and despite my best efforts on pulling my skirt most of my legs were under the appreciative eyes of Marcel. However some good wine and the sun started to relax me. We both laid down, under the shade of a tree. I could feel sexual tension building between us. Not totally unexpected Marcel gave me a short kiss on my lips and I did not object, in fact it felt nice. He kissed me again this time tasting my lips, to my surprise I kissed him back and I could feel passion building up in me. I felt guilty at first but when this time Marcel gave me a very passionate kiss with his tongue exploring my lips. I almost involuntarily responded by dancing my tongue with his. He got on top of me feeling my legs and breast while kissing my ears and neck. By this time I began to get really turned on and any feelings of guilt began to fade. He whispered that there was a real nice B & B nearby where we can be private. To my surprise a yes fell out of my mouth.
We flew in his car to a very romantic B&B with a private cottage facing the ocean with a deck. I felt uneasy as I am not in the habit of cheating on my husband. Marcell understood my apprehension and suggested we just relax in the deck with some wine and snacks. I felt relieved that there was no pressure for sex. More wine put me in a relaxed mood, when Marcell reached over and kissed me I felt tingled all over again. I moved over and sat on his lap facing him. Our tongues danced as we explored our bodies through our clothes. I felt this huge hard thing growing against my pussy. Suddenly it occurred to me it was Marcel's cock. At first I thought it could not be that big as it was reaching all the way to my tummy, but quickly realized it was. Thoughts began to race through my mind like a hurricane. First the guilt of sitting on the hard cock of a man other than my husband. At the same time tingling feeling of excitement and anticipation. Sex with my husband was pretty much routine by now, I felt like a virgin about how to go about it with a new man. The size of his cock also worried me, would it be painful, would it stretch my vagina such that my husband would notice it. Since my husband does not even know I have been seeing him I did not expect he will ever find out. But would I feel guilty forever?