Let's get this out of the way before I even get started. When I had my affair with Russell I did terrible things to my husband just to satisfy my own selfish desires. I think that most women do terrible things to their husbands when they cheat. I actually think a wife cheating is much harder on the grieved party (husband), then when a husband cheats. I have seen it destroy a man's self image and his self worth. So if you are going to post all this hate directed at me for what I did, don't read this experience. Hit the "back" button and read something else.
The last experience I related to you was getting caught about 13 years ago in an affair with Jeff. I will give you a brief overview of how that was resolved. My husband and I separated for a few weeks. My husband confronted Jeff, and if Jeff's roommate had not pulled a gun, my husband would have beat the shit out of Jeff. My husband however, never raised his hand in violence to me. After that night at the Marriot, Jeff and I were never together again. Jeff was afraid of my husband and when Jeff insisted on fucking me when I was so upset, I saw how selfish Jeff really was. I did however, have a few sexual encounters with other man while my husband and I were separated. Someday I will tell you about them. We did reconcile, my husband forgave me, we had three daughters, and I didn't stray again until I met Russell. This is what happen in the 3 months following that first morning of sex.
Somehow Russell's wife became aware of his affair with me and she filed a complaint with the doctors I was working for. Although I denied it, they fired me. I was able to convince my husband that Russell and I were friends, but nothing more. He asked me to end the friendship and I promised him that I would.
I did not end the friendship. Instead with all this free time on my hands (I wasn't working) I fucked Russell 2 or 3 times a week (getting me fired really backfired on Russell's wife). Russell was a self employed house painter who could disappear for a few hours without anyone questioning him and I was always horny for Russell.
We fucked everywhere. We fucked at cheap hotels. We fucked in Russell's kitchen, living room, guest bedroom, and his bedroom. We fucked in my kitchen, dining room, living room, guest room, bedroom, and even in my Jacuzzi tub (something that worked well with Russell, but never worked with my husband). We fucked in my minivan behind Kroger's. I even met him at a house he was painting and fucked him in a closet. Every time we fucked, I came at least once and I always pulled him out and jacked massive amounts of cum out of this cock.
Sometime in that three months, I fell deeply in love with Russell.
Let me tell you about a time that I did something especially cruel to my husband. I didn't do it to be cruel to my husband, I just did it because I desperately wanted to be with Russell. I have female problems that keep me from taking birth control pills and because my husband and I had tried for years to have kids, I hadn't been on any birth control method for a long time. My husband was tired of pulling out when we made love, so I suggest he get a vasectomy (all of this before my affair with Russell started). He had visited the doctor and set a date for a vasectomy and now that date was here.
The plan was that he would drive himself to the clinic, I would drop the kids off at school and come by for the surgery and then take him home.
I remember the morning before he left he asked me if "we were good". He did not want to get the surgery if I thought there might be trouble in our marriage. I looked him in the eyes and told him a bold faced lie, "Baby were not just good, were great!"
All was going as planned, I had dropped the kids off and has headed to the clinic for my husband's surgery. Then I got a call from Russell. He had a free hour and wanted to see me. I knew my husband's surgery would start at 8:30 (in about 15 minutes) he would not come out of recovery until about 10. So I headed to see Russell.
I met him in the Kroger's parking lot hoping to head to his house, but he said his wife had the day off and we couldn't go there. So we drove around behind the strip mall in my van. This was not the first time we had parked back here for sex. We parked between a delivery van and a wooded area. We could be seen, but it was unlikely.
We moved to the back seat. It could lay back and create a near horizontal fuck space, but that is not how we used it that day. I was wearing thin short sleeve sweater and a skirt. I slipped my bra off and pulled my thong off to give easy access to all my goodies. Russell slipped out of his jeans and under shorts.
We did a lot of heavy petting. As I frenched kissed Russell's mouth, my hand massaged his smooth balls. As Russell kissed my neck his finger slid into my twat. As I blew in his ear and gently bit his earlobe, my hand jacked his big dick.
Only because cock size seems so important to you readers of erotica, I will describe Russell's cock. It was about eight inches long (I could put both hands on it what was left would still fill my mouth) and it was thick. Not the diameter of a coke can, but fairly close.
We settled into this position where I was leaning against the door of the van with my legs across Russell's lap. This gave him great access to all of my legs as well as my ass and pussy. In this position, my right hand could easily reach his cock. So that is what we did. Russell used his hands, his fingers, and his eyes to worship my legs, while I stroked his cock. It is a wonderful thing to have a man worship your body. He was entranced by my legs. I loved the leg rub, but really wanted him to focus on my pussy, but I only got that every time his hands made it to the top of my thighs. When he was at the top of my legs I would grind my pussy into his hand as he slipped fingers into me. He even let his smaller fingers press against my asshole. I was so horny I didn't care.
It was about then that my phone rang for the first time. I was in the back of the van with my hand stroking Russell's big cock and was not going to crawl up and answer it. I looked at my watch and it was 9:45. Over the next half hour I nearly reached orgasm twice, Russell's cock exploded with cum all over my thighs, and that damn phone rang 5 more times. I used my mouth to clean all of the cum off of Russell's cock, including using the trick where I squeeze from the base sliding my hand up to get the rest of the cum out of his dick (like squeezing a toothpaste tube to get the last of the paste). I used some baby wipes I keep in the van to get his copious amount of cum off of my legs and the upholstery. I put my bra back on while Russell was pulling up his pants, but I could not find my panties. I was in a hurry so I thought I would just get them later and I went "commando" under my skirt.
I looked at my watch and it was 10:15. Shit!
I dropped Russell off at his car and headed for the clinic. When I walked into the clinic is was 10:45 and Jimmy was out of recovery and waiting. The nurses were impatient; it was the nurses who had been calling me for an hour. They needed the recovery bed and could do nothing with him until I picked him up. I got some stern looks and a short speech from the recovery nurse about how irresponsible it was of me to not be there for my husband's surgery. She had no idea how irresponsible I really was!
I got my husband home and tucked into bed. I got him a bag of frozen peas to help with the swelling. I took a look at his scrotum to make sure everything looked okay and was disgusted. His ball sack was swollen and black and blue. His dick was shriveled up and small. His junk looked like trash compared the beautiful smooth cock and full balls I had fondled just an hour ago.
He was still a little loopy from the anesthesia, but he said his balls really hurt. I got him the pain medicine that the doctor prescribed and he was out.
