The usual warning about not reading this if you are not of legal age apply. Also, please feel free to e-mail me if you have any comments about the story, and where next chapters could go. Most of this story is fiction, but some was inspired by things that did happen during my first marriage. You can decided which parts ):
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I guess my story starts a few years after I was married, when I found out that my husband had cheated on me. Well, I did not actually find out, he damn well told me half an hour after he got home from fucking another woman. We had been married for 5 years and like many young people we had talked about all the "what if's", and both declared that if we ever cheated, we would confess right away and sort things out. And that is exactly what he did; he told me he had just fucked another woman.
My husband was a virgin when he met me when we were both 18 and I was not (but that is another story). We had been married for 5 years and we were both 25 years old, and he had been to a friend's house for a party and got himself very drunk. His friend rang me and said my husband had passed out and would be OK for the night. It turns out that while he was sleeping, one of the female guests had decided to have some fun, and she got into bed with him and began to rub and caress him, and as he began to stir she started taking his clothes off.
As the lights were off and he was very drunk and confused, he presumed that he was in bed at home with me. Needless to say, one thing led to another and they were soon fucking. It was not until he awoke a few hours later, that he realised he was not at home, and the woman he had fucked was not I. He was terrified of what would happen, and as soon as he got his clothes on he was in his car and back home again. I heard him enter our bedroom at around 6 am and when he saw that I was awake, he began to fumble with his clothes, but instead of just getting undressed and coming to bed like he normally would, he said he needed a shower, and he went to the bathroom and undressed.
After almost 15 minutes he returned, crawled into bed beside me, and began to caress and fondle me. Having been in a 'horny mood' all night, I welcomed his advances and returned the actions. Soon we were into one of the longest and most enjoyable fucks he had given me for years. I could not believe how long he seemed to control himself, as usually he did not last more than 15 minutes, but that night he thrusted into me for close on an hour. Once he finished, and I had had about 6 great orgasms, he rolled off of me and cuddled into my back, and he placed his arms around me and pulled me tight into his body. His arms were placed in such a way that he had my arms pinned down and I could hardly move.
"Darling, I have something to tell you," he whispered into my ear.
"OK sweet-heart, but can you loosen your grip on me please, you are making it hard for me to breathe" I answered him.
He did loosen his grip, but only slightly, as he still held my arms against my body.
"I'm, well I'm ... what I'm trying to tell you darling, is ... ahh,..." he stuttered for a few moments. "I may as well just blurt it out! I had sex with another woman tonight!" he added bluntly.
"You what?" I laughed. I thought he was joking and did not know any other way to reply to him.
"It's true, I did not mean for it to happen. I was drunk and had fallen asleep. I woke with what I thought were your hands touching me. My cock was hard, the room was dark, and before I knew it 'you' were undressing me and sucking my cock. I could not believe how well you were sucking my cock as you have never liked doing that, so I was not about to stop you by asking questions!" he said.
"What the hell are you saying here? Do you mean you just 'some-how' managed to have sex with another woman, and then you decided to come home and fuck me, and then just blurt it out like you are some kind of hero?" I yelled as I tried to get my arms free of his grip.
"No, I'm sorry, it's just that I always promised you I would tell you if anything ever happened, and knowing that you would probably divorce me once you knew, I just had to make love to you one last time. It will be the end of my life once you walk out the door, and I can't imagine never being able to make love with you again" he whimpered.
I could not believe what I had just been told, but also, deep down inside my heart, I could almost feel sorry for him, as I knew that was a similar situation to how I lost my virginity; I had passed out after drinking too much, and I woke with someone touching and feeling me, but it turned out to be not my then boyfriend. But also, I did not want to let him off so easily. I began to rant and rave at him and accused him of many things, as well as declaring that I would be leaving him as soon as I could find a place to stay. The poor guy was in tears and no longer able to hold me. He got out of bed crying, and as he walked out of the room I asked him where he thought he was going.
"I'm so, so sorry for what I have done to you. I can't blame you for hating me. I will sleep in the spare room. I may as well get used to being on my own, I guess!" he cried as he left.
I almost laughed at the sight of him leaving with his 'tail between his legs', but also I still felt hurt, and knew that I must punish him for not knowing that the other woman was not I. For the next 3 months I played it 'cold' and basically ignored him. He stayed in the spare room and also did everything possible to make my life easy. It was at the end of the three months that things suddenly changed and I let him know he was forgiven. I was doing the cleaning and had entered the spare room to vacuum the carpet. As I opened the door I saw him there, still in bed and with his hand rapidly masturbating his rigid cock.
"You needn't think that will worry me!" I said as I went about my chores.
"I know, it is just that I am feeling so horny that I just need to relieve the pressure.
Pretending to be fully occupied with my cleaning, I continued on my way, but I could not help but take a quick glance at his hard cock being pulled up and down by his hand. MY GOD! I was feeling so wet and horny as it had been 3 months since we had last had sex. I finally gave in to my bodily urges and turned the cleaner off and pulled my pants off as I jumped into bed with him.
"Don't think that I am forgiving you because I am in bed with you. I am just so horny that I need it now, and I don't want to waste time looking for a hard cock, so yours will have to do right now!" I told him.