My First Time Cheating

All my submissions are Taken from my personal Journals.

Part Two...

Sitting on the loo, I didn't know what to think; I felt good, satisfied, really satisfied, but I knew I'd cheated on Tom. Did I feel guilty? Yes and no. I just sat there and re-buttoned my blouse, pulling it across my nipples which were still stiff and a bit tender from Simon's biting. I got some loo paper and tried to wipe off some of the cum entangled in my hairy bush; it was quite matted with my cream too. I thought that I must at least trim it (that was in red in my journal: trim bush!).

I stood up, that was a big mistake with no knickers on, I felt Simon's cum starting to drip out from my cunt, quite a good amount too. On to the floor it dripped, the puddle getting bigger. I wiped myself up the best I could, then the puddle on the floor, hoping that was it.

I joined the girls back in the pub; they were all sitting there chatting away. When they saw me, they all stared as I approached the table. Julie and Ruth didn't look happy at all.

"You're looking a bit flushed Barb, you've been in that loo for nearly an hour, what you been up to?" asked Jane with a grin that said she already knew.

Julie and Ruth ignored Jane's comment and got what I would say stuck in. It was Julie who started. "Have you been having sex with that Simon?" Julie asked me with disdain in her voice. I felt myself go red.

"That says it all, what about your husband, or have you forgotten you're married?" Ruth added.

Before I could reply, Julie had another go, "Bloody hell Barb, you're married with kids, I can't believe you did it with Simon, you do know he's got a reputation of having anything in a skirt?"

"I...I couldn't stop myself," I spluttered. I was starting to feel ashamed now, feeling that I had let myself down, let my husband down. I was trying not to well up.

"What do you mean you couldn't help yourself?" Ruth said shaking her head. "What will Tom say if he finds out?"

"You won't tell him will you?" I suddenly felt sick; what had I done?

"Not up to us Barb is it," Julie said, "that's for you and your conscience."

All this time Jane hadn't said anything, until, "You need a drink, let me get you a lager."

"Use this, Simon left me £10 to get us drinks," I said, handing it to Jane.

"Oh my, not only has he fucked you in the loo, he's paid you £10 for the pleasure!" Julie's voice was slightly raised, and a couple on the next table looked round.

I think that was the last straw for Julie and Ruth. Julie got up, "I'm not staying here with this prostitute; I'm going home, come on leave the cheater to find someone else to fuck for £10." Ruth got up too. Jane didn't, she squeezed my leg. "I'm going to make sure she gets home safely; I'll see you two at work on Monday."

They left, not even saying bye to me, in fact neither of them wanted to know me after that night. Funny thing is, later I found out that Julie had left her husband for a man half her age.

Jane got me a drink, I drank it down in virtually one fell swoop. "Steady on Barb, I don't want to have to carry you home."

I felt tipsy, and I wanted to get really drunk, but Jane said that was enough for me and that she would get me home. I stood up. My legs felt a bit wobbly, a combination of being fucked and the lager. Jane took my arm, steadying me, "come on let's get you home."

I don't remember much about the drive home, apart from leaving a wet patch on the car seat where more of Simon's cum had leaked from my cunt and soaked through my skirt. Jane said she would call me tomorrow, and I waved bye as she drove off.

Opening the front door of our second-floor council maisonette, I crept in, making sure I didn't wake Tom or the kids up. I went to the bathroom, undressed and cleaned myself up a bit more, then I slipped on one of Tom's shirts and slid into the bed next to Tom. He was on his back snoring as usual. I laid there thinking, the room kind of swirling a bit. My hand was resting between my legs, before I knew it I was rubbing myself thinking of Simon, the way he made me feel, the way he treated me like a piece of meat. I realized I didn't care, yes I knew he probably fucks others but I didn't care. I had enjoyed it, and I needed more. I looked at Tom sleeping naked, my fingers rubbing my clit. I reached my hand over, and found his limp cock. It felt so small: soft it was no longer than an inch. I started to wank his cock, feeling it grow in my hand, the thickness feeling good against my fingers. I went under the duvet, my mouth finding his cock, and I started to suck it.

"Barb, oh Barb don't stop," he said, rousing quickly from his slumber.

I drew his cock all the way into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the base of his shaft. I wanted it to be Simon's cock filling my mouth.

"Stop Barb, before you make me cum."

I let his cock slip from my mouth. I knew the drill, it was always the same lately: I suck him for a few minutes, then I sit on his face whilst he licks me, then I get on top and then he fucks me for two minutes or so.

I hovered above his face, lowering myself, then shit! I stopped dead. Simon's cum was still there. "Finger me tonight darling," I said.

His fingers greedily found their destination, slipping in very easily.

"Mmm Barb, you've not been this wet for ages."

I moaned, not really from pleasure, but from duty.

I moved and kissed him. "Fuck me Tom," it got him hard when I used dirty words. I moved on top of his cock, and holding it, I guided him into my wet cunt and sat down on him, grinding myself against him. I put my hands on his chest, riding him, as he pushed up into me, sliding deeper into my wet cunt.

Pushing in and out, 20 seconds later he came. "Oh fuck, sorry Barb, I was just so turned on by your wet pussy."

I used my cunt to squeeze him, trying to keep him hard for me, but he was finished. I got off him and laid on my back. Duvet back over us, I felt strangely satisfied, not from Tom, but from memories of Simon. I couldn't stop thinking about his meaty cock, till I finally drifted off to sleep.

Simon and I did fuck again, despite what Julie and Ruth said. It went on for a month every Friday night in his office at the swimming pool (now no longer there, knocked down for a tax office!). It was me who got bored, even the second time the excitement had dropped like a stone, the animal lust a distant memory. I didn't see him again after the month. He apparently got the sack from the swimming baths; Jane told me he got caught fucking in his office.

Thanks for reading

Barb xxx