My name is Louise and I have just been fucked. Yes, I am married and my husband does not know about it yet but he might soon if I decide to tell him. I have to tell you, I feel so giddy. He did not agree to be a cuckolded, it was not is wish or desire. He did not want to watch while his wife got a good rogering by another man nor would he have enjoyed doing so. I do not blame him entirely for my actions and I take my fair share of responsibility but at the same time I am not sorry or ashamed of what I have done, I enjoyed it and will be doing it again in all likelihood. It was so good, my sex-life is up and running again, it is so exciting.
I am not seeking anyone's approval for my actions. I couldn't care less if you judge me or what that judgment is. I feel like a woman again and I am happy.
The guy who has just fucked me and left by the back door is called Terry. He is single and very attractive and at least I am coming clean about what I have done and if I get chance will do it again next week with the same man. So I hope I get some brownie points for honesty.
As I sit here in front of my monitor writing this confession I can feel a delicious trickle of spunk seep from my pussy into my panties, god, I can hardly suppress a giggle. Aren't I just the wicked one?
You see I am 46 years of age and my husband has been basically impotent for six years or at least that was his story and I believed him. So for more than six solid years I haven't had sex at all. Well, of course that is not strictly true because I have just had sex with a great lover who has just left me all aglow and bubbling but as far as my husband was concerned my sex-life ended when I was 40 years of age.
I married Tom when I was 18 and sex with him was never the greatest but at least I stayed faithful to him, never looked at another man, well not really. All women look at other men but you know what I mean, I would never have thought to have sex with one. OK there might have been one -- laugh.
We like to see a great body on a man and a lovely tight arse will always get our attention, well it does mine, but that is as far as it goes normally regardless of the fact that Tom has always been a "Wham bam, thank you Ma'am" husband at best and then usually when he was drunk. Then suddenly even that stopped. Couldn't get an erection he said.
I tried to be understanding about it but gradually all outward signs of affection disappeared. No more kisses before leaving for work or on arriving home, haven't had any flowers for years. He lays in bed with his back to me and snores like a pig.
I am not saying these things to mitigate my actions, I care a fuck what anyone thinks of me. I needed a good seeing to and I have just had one. Half an hour ago I was fucking like there was no tomorrow with a young guy who lives a few blocks away, who is great to look at, has a fantastic physique and is just exciting to be with and to talk to. He makes me feel good, in fact better than I have ever felt. My husband had been my only lover until today, now I have had a taste of something else and it was fucking amazing.
I was a bit disconcerted at first, you know, opening my legs like that for another man, I felt so exposed and especially with him being much younger than me. When he told me to open my legs it was like -- what? It was like, god he is going to be able to see my slit. My husband has never wanted to do that really. When I did open my legs it felt so naughty. I felt like a young girl showing my pussy to a lad, something I had never actually done.
"Cute little cunt Louise," he said, "and so wet you naughty girl."
I was a naughty girl, wasn't I? But it did feel deliciously wicked. All this was new to me, a man talking to me like that, I hope he does it again. I keep giggling when I think about it. I have never felt like this before after sex. I feel like a silly schoolgirl.
OK, I don't have the body I once had but my tits have held up better than most. My legs and thighs have always been a strong point. They looked especially great half an hour ago spread across the bed with a very attractive young man's hips jigging between them -- giggle.
Terry has been making it clear for some six months that he would love to shag the arse off me. He is 23 and clearly likes the older woman. Tom and I met Terry at the local pub one Friday night, he sits and talks sport with Tom but his eyes tell the story of what is real motive is and Tom is so thick he couldn't see it. He certainly had a glint in his eye from the first moment. He has an impish smile that turns to lecherous when he looks at me. He is cheeky with it and has a wicked sense of humour. I liked him an awful lot but would never have thought of having sex with him, well not actually having sex with him, until Tom made the big mistake of leaving his computer logged into Literotica a fortnight ago just before he came up to bed at two o'clock in the morning.
I had never visited this website, never knew it even existed, and was shocked to think that he had. I found some stories he had written about fucking lots of women some as recent as the past few weeks, he's a liar, I know that. He couldn't get laid in room full of women prisoners. His biography was illuminating too. You would think he was the stud of the north not a 49 year old man who couldn't get an erection to save his life, well so he said. He was getting an erection alright, well if the photograph of him looking ridiculous in a pair of Speedos I never knew he had is anything to go by. His face was hidden of course but it was him alright.
He was reading all these sexy stories and had loads of them he put in his favourites along with favourite authors. I felt cheated and betrayed. In his biography he said he hated stories about wives who cheat but said he was interested in friends, sex and women. Well it felt like the bastard was cheating on me.
