My name is Heather, I'm 30 years old and I have a secret. I've recently had an affair. Well to be honest, it was more of a fling than an affair, but it still involved cheating on my husband. I've never cheated on him before and now that I've sampled what another man can give me, I can safely say I'm not likely to do so again. I don't regret what I've done at all, I just need to tell someone what I've done, get it off my chest so to speak. Let me explain.
I met my husband, David, when I was 19. David is a couple of months older than me. We got married when we were both 23. We've been together for 11 years and married, happily, for 7.
I had a number of boyfriends before David but he was the first that I ever slept with. This isn't to say that I never gave any of my previous boyfriends any action, not at all!
I'd been going out with boys since I was 13, although in those days it was nothing more than kissing and the odd fumble with all our clothes on. When I was 15 I met Steve. He was 17 and was the first "man" to see me naked. He taught me the joys of erotic massage and oral sex, both giving and receiving. In the year we spent together I learned and perfected all the skills that my subsequent boyfriends, David included, have enjoyed. I experienced the full range of sexual activities, learning to take delight in the differences of style and technique. The only thing I never did was fuck any of them.
Why? I don't know. Some romantic notion of saving myself for Mr. Right? Seems unlikely since I was happy to do everything else. Anyway, if that was the case, then David was certainly Mr. Right!
We'd been together about 6 months when I surrendered my somewhat dubious virginity to him. We were at his flat and had spent hours pleasuring each other with our hands, lips and tongues. Kissing and caressing, licking and sucking. David has always loved my skill when it comes to giving fantastic blow-jobs. He claims that I give the best he's ever had and often teases me about my "training." From the start we've always been completely honest about our sexual experiences.
David had his face buried in my pussy and had just eaten me to a massive orgasm. I was still trembling as he moved his body up mine to hold me in his arms. I love the closeness of being held as my body slowly recovers from a cataclysmic release. He began to kiss me and I could taste my pussy on his lips. As we kissed my hands sought out his cock which was hard and fully recovered from releasing an earlier load of cum into my eager mouth.
I stroked it absently, marveling, as I always do, at the effect I have on it. Slowly, I began to tease myself with its head, sliding it up and down the length of my wet pussy. Everything felt so right as, unconsciously, I began guiding the tip towards my waiting hole.
Without any hesitation, David took his cue and slowly began to slide his cock into me. I bit my lower lip as inch by delicious inch pushed its way deep inside me, stretching me, filling me completely until his cock was buried to the hilt inside my pussy.
We lay there, motionless for a while, savouring the feeling of our bodies joined together for the first time. I gripped his cock with my pussy as we lay there, kissing deeply. Then, ever so slowly, David began to move. His cock began to move in and out. I sighed with pleasure as his cock worked its way in and out.
David began to increase his pace and my hips began to move, rising up to meet each thrust of his cock, our bodies moving in a harmonious counter beat. A warm glow spread over me as his body moved, both on top of mine and inside mine, pinning me to the bed.
Yet again, David increased his pace. His cock was pounding into my pussy, his balls slapped against me with every thrust. I brought my knees up and took him in deeper, gripping him tightly with my pussy. We fucked at an ever more furious pace for several minutes until David's breathing became more and more strained. "I'm going to cum," he said in a hoarse whisper. I closed my eyes and nodded, caught up in the sensations, then suddenly I felt his cock begin to twitch violently inside me as it emptied its load of hot, sticky cum deep inside my pussy.
David collapsed on top of me and we lay there, holding each other close. Whilst David had cum, I hadn't. That didn't detract anything from how much I enjoyed it. In fact I seldom cum from being fucked alone. I need the more direct attention of a tongue or finger on my clit.
Since then, sex between us has always been fantastic, even after the 11 years we've been together, I still feel the same excitement that I felt the very first time. So why did I have an affair? It's not that I don't love David, I do! I probably love him even more now than I did all those years ago. I'm also certain that David has never cheated on me, so why did I do it? The answer, I guess, is fairly simple. No matter how fulfilled David makes me, and believe me he does, there's one thing he couldn't give me and that was the feeling of another man's cock inside me. Why should this bother me when David is everything I want? I don't really know. I guess there was a simple longing to see if it would feel different. As I said earlier, I'd had plenty of boyfriends and I'd been pretty adventurous with them but only David had ever fucked me. As the years we spent together went by I felt a kind of "regret" for all those wasted opportunities. I convinced myself that if I'd gone all the way with even a couple of my previous boyfriends I'd appreciate what I had with David even more.
Despite this, I never really intended to do anything about it. I was more than happy with what I had and the idea of letting myself be picked up by a complete stranger for a one night fling was completely against my nature. So how did it come about that I had an affair?
Well the answer boils down to a chance series of circumstances. My work means that occasionally I have to travel to different offices around the country. "It" happened on my last trip, just a couple of months ago. My company has an office in Dublin and I had to spend a week there, meeting up with my colleagues from that office. I flew there on Sunday afternoon and would be home on the Friday, getting put up, as usual in some fancy hotel. The first few days passed uneventfully. It was Thursday, as I was going for my evening meal that I bumped into Roy.
Roy and I had worked together several years ago and we'd been pretty good friends. Nothing underhand, just pals. He'd left about two years ago to take up a job in London and I hadn't seen him since. He joined me for dinner and afterwards asked me if I'd join him for a drink. I said yes as I thought It'd be nice to actually have someone I knew to chat to for a change.
