It was early morning out here West of the Rockies. Just getting light in our small rural Southern Utah town. Right for jogging in the cooler days of late spring, before the heat of summer. As I prepared for my run I looked across the bed at my still sleeping Husband, Jim. Oblivious to the world in the dreamland of what ever the hell it is that pleases him.
I'm Peggy. A married Mormon mom with a son fifteen years of age and a daughter, just turned eighteen. My daughter in her senior year of high school. I know the majority of people who live here and they know me. At the time I was in our ward relief society presidency. My husband, Jim, was a member of our ward Bishopric; not the Bishop, a counselor. I'll leave out our last names, of course. You know, small town, and all that!
If I could describe myself, I look like a certain country music star. That is if she were 35 years of age and had two kids in high school. I am 5' 8" and weigh 125 pounds. Even now, with a little gray in my brunette hair, I can still turn a head or two.
I felt I should demand more attention from my husband Jim than I got. Actually I started jogging just to piss him off. Getting out with some freedom to go where I wanted without his blessing felt good even if it is only a few blocks at a time.
As I stood in the dim light filtering through the shades I looked at Jim and reflected back to the early years of our marriage. I realized he was always a controlling prick, not so much so as now.
My husband and I were at a low point in our marriage. We were just barely sexual. Maybe once every two months. I was fed up with his holier-than-thou-attitude. He acted like I was there to serve him. Supported by church leaders and his precious priesthood, he thought and acted like his crap didn't stink.
If you don't know the church or the Mormon religion you'll just have to follow along. Mormon couples marry not for life, but for eternity. I couldn't even die to get away from him. I'd had a butt full and was angry at him most of the time. Everything he did just seemed to piss me off. I was seriously questioning my religion and was this all there was to life ... a bit of a pity party.
Turning from Jim, I reached for my sports bra and turned towards the mirror. My 36B boobs still looked great. Standing up and out proudly. Even though I'm not twenty years old anymore, the tits are still firm and perky. As I put the bra on and hooked in front my nipples hardened against the fabric. My mind wandered a little and I caught myself with one hand in my pubic hair. Parting it enough to slide a finger along my pussy lips and giving my clit a little nuzzle.
"Damn. I've got to quit that," I whispered to myself as I felt a little moisture start to form at the inner lips. If it was later in the day, with Jim gone to work, I'd have flopped my butt on the bed and finished the job. I didn't used to be like that. I never would have dreamed of touching myself. But, as much as I do love my husband, I needed to feel some love back. I needed more than a man with a Book of Mormon in one hand and a five inch dick in the other.
Over the last couple of years, or so, I had started noticing other men in the ward and even wondering how an occasional tourist would be in the sack. Then one day after cleaning up after a day of yard work I was in the shower wishing I was getting laid more often. Then I realized I had really over-soaped my breasts and was thinking of being with a stranger and had begun really working over my pussy.
It felt good. Really good. I let myself continue for several minutes while I ran my hands over my tits and snatch with a vigor I had seldom experienced. I didn't make myself cum. I wasn't certain what that was like although I think I had cum a few times earlier in our marriage. Sex was for the closeness and the good feeling of having my man inside me. I'd heard references in the ladies group regarding female orgasm, but really wasn't sure I had ever had as they described it..
My life routine had changed. I didn't care if Jim climbed on me for every-other-month sex. I loved the feelings I was getting from my own fingers. I was masturbating sometimes several times per day. I sometimes was even sticking a finger inside myself while Jim and I ate breakfast. Him being too busy reading his newspaper across the table from me to notice. My fantasies were never about the same guy. I had a dozen or so men I could put in my mind while my hand would bring me that warm feeling up through my womb.
My favorite fantasy became with me being with Mike. Mike and his wife Lisa (not their real names) and daughter Kaylee were members of our ward.
Our daughter, Cindy (not her real name) babysat Kaylee on a regular basis. I thought Mike was one of the best looking men I had ever set eyes on. Being in his presence was enough to get me wet, he was so sexy. He had become my obsession as I masturbated to relieve my sexual needs. Then one day it happened ... the big one! I had three fingers in myself pretending it was Mike's cock fucking me when I had an orgasm that hit me so hard that I bounced around the bed like a rag doll.
So ... that was a real orgasm! The Big O. I'd have to say I'd evidentially never had a really big one with my husband after all! Not like that anyway. And, I wanted more! Mike was the only one I could think about and I was masturbating two and three times a day and cumming every time.
Mike worked at a local bank. He and his wife were very church active and I thought happily married. One day Jim informed me that Lisa had left Mike. Rumor was she had caught him having an affair. They said she packed her bags and went home to her parents. Jim was not forth coming on any other details, like who Mike was supposedly having affair with. I was stressed for days over the news ... wondering who, why, etc.
I liked Mike; maybe even loved him. I was definitely infatuated with him. It hurt me to know he was hurting. I gossiped with other ladies in our ward and the Relief Society presidency about Mike and Lisa's situation. We discussed what we could do to help them out. But, word from the Bishop was stay out of it.
Our daughter Cindy was also shocked about the break up. She said she didn't have a clue who Mike was seeing. Cindy speculated that possibly it was Lisa who was unfaithful and had left to be with lover.
We just didn't know the facts and this was driving me crazy. I thought about visiting Mike, but just couldn't find a reason or muster up the nerve. I found myself worrying about him during my every spare moment.
Running with my friends for the exercise most mornings between 6 and 7 we would run into Mike. Sometimes he would jog along with our all woman group. We hadn't seen him out since the split up with his wife Lisa.
Then one morning my whole life changed forever. We as a group running, ran into Mike, also on a morning run. My heart jumped in my chest. The sweat running down my thighs could be my pussy juice in just a matter of moments. I wanted to ask how he was doing, but couldn't with my girl friends present.
Fifteen minutes later I broke away from girls, using a just remembered appointment as an excuse. I jogged towards Mike's home in hopes of running into him again. My libido was driving my actions. I went right to his door and rang the door bell. There was no answer, but the garage door was open. I went in andthe door between his garage and his kitchen was unlocked.
I knocked but there was no answer. I opened the door and went in, calling his name. I was so excited but driven, not knowing what I was going to say or why I was doing this. Okay, so I knew why. I just couldn't believe I was doing this. I heard the shower, so I went to bathroom where door was standing open. I could see Mike's naked body through the shower door glass.
Then I did the craziest, wildest thing I have ever done, I don't know how I got the nerve. My will power had melted. I silently stripped naked and stepped into the shower with Mike. The look on his face was one of total shock. He couldn't and didn't say anything.
I quickly kissed him, increasing his shock of the moment. Then pressed my naked body against his and intensified the kiss. After what seemed like an eternity he started kissing me back. What would you do if naked woman stepped into your shower with you?
I took hold of his growing cock and squeezed it and held it as our kiss continued. Pushing my tongue into his mouth sent the message that I was ready to fuck. He returned the intensity of the kiss, his tongue now probing deeply into my mouth.
Dropping to my knees I lightly kissed the head of his beautiful cock. I looked up into his eyes as I licked the head and then took him into my mouth. We never broke eye contact as I started sucking him. This was the most erotic and naughty thing I had ever done. I thought heart would beat out of my chest.
He then put his hand on back of my head and orchestrated a nice in and out rhythm. As Mike's climax approached he thrust hard and deep, fucking my mouth. He moaned loudly and tried to push me away. He was about to cum. I refused to stop and he ejaculated into my mouth. I swallowed and continued sucking. Then I took my finger to catch the little bit that had escaped onto my lips. I licked my finger clean and opened my mouth to show him it was all gone.
When he was done I stood up and kissed him hard sharing the taste of his cum with him. His hands cupped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me tightly into his body. "That was nice," Our first words spoken. I agreed with him. It was more than nice. I had sucked another man's cock and I wasn't done yet. I was a cheating wife. I wanted fucked and fucked hard.
He used body wash and soaped every part of my body. Working from my tits down to my bum, and between my legs. His hands massaging my breasts was the most erotic feeling I'd had in years. I turned him towards the shower head and washed his back. I concentrated on his bottom. Feeling his ass cheeks which he was clinching tightly. I pushed my fingers between his cheeks and touched his anus.
I dropped to knees in the spray for second time and washed his balls and nice six inch cock. He was getting hard again. I enjoyed the feel of him. I loved touching him all over. I kissed his cock again, but did not suck him.
The water quickly went from hot to warm to cold. We were forced laughing from shower. He toweled me off. I reciprocated. Being dried by a sexy man with fluffy towel is so erotic. He didn't say anything, just took my hand and led me to the bedroom and sat me on his bed.
