This is a true story. And if I wouldn't tell this one, or write it at least, I would never know where to put my guilt. It's not that my husband never knew. He knew that I'm meeting someone, my ex-boyfriend whom I have a daughter with, but we never got married. How did my husband knew, and how did he react to this discovery, is something that I would write later. This happened in our place, somewhere in Mindanao. The reason I wrote this in English is because I am not good at Tagalog. And I haven't stayed too long enough in Manila to learn a better grammar of our national language.
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My husband is quite a busy guy. Being a teacher in a big, government school, his schedule is so tight and he's always out of town. But sexually, he's as hot as lava. He can fuck me several times a night when he's home and when we're all alone. Coming home from long trips, he can send my brain out wild when he gets me alone in bed after talking with our little children. My sexual fantasies always goes around with my husband and thinking of another man fucking me after I married him never came to my mind. Until one day, I received a call from San, my ex-boyfriend. "Hi, Liza, how's Kasha?" San was referring to our daughter whom we had before I met my husband. Some sort of electric current flooded into my neck and into my whole body. I tried to calm down never knowing what to say or do. My husband was still in school and I knew he wouldn't be around until a couple of hours for the weekend.
"Why did you call?" I said with a husky voice. "It could have been my husband or anybody else in the house that could have picked up the phone."
"Don't worry, Liz. I'm just trying to say hello." He answered in a perplex, completely confident tone. "I came to see our daughter in school but I missed some few steps. Her teacher said she's gone home." Feeling completely comfortable after some few minutes, our conversation lasted for almost an hour talking around on his life and mine. My life seemed to change after that conversation, or was it so. Being brought up in a very conservative family especially about sex, I tried to fight the strange feeling inside me and tried to dodge the flashing thoughts of my sexual escapades with San. I knew what happened to us then was a mistake and the story goes me bearing San's child. But that call made me confused and hot. That afternoon I tried to exhaust myself from doing some chores but in the end I was invaded by my mind thinking about San and our intimate sex together. I fall out of bed and the last thing I knew I was already masturbating, imagining San kissing all over my body and then, fucking me. That night, I almost blew my husband's gut out of him. Maybe out from my early afternoon itch from San's call, and the thoughts of him caressing me, I had given my husband the best fuck he ever encountered in his life. The next few days were a bore. I had just finished putting in place the clothes in the closet where I got some few stuff for my husband's month long summer-seminar in the far city. In the past, I always hand over the task to my children to answer the phone when it rings. This time, unusually, I would set some pace to get near the phone after doing any chores.... I really didn't understand myself. I am waiting for San's next call.
And it came. But it was when my eyes almost droned to sleep. "Why you've called this late?" I pretended to ask in a firm manner. "Don't worry, Liz. I'll always know when you're husband isn't around." He said teasing me. Actually I was excited by his answer, but I never put it in my tone that excitement. Then our conversation dragged along to casual chat until I sensed that his theme had already got into "I could still remember......" And he'd bring me into "do you still remember?" questions until he would go into detail how'd he love to undress me, that he missed those days when we would kiss passionately for hours, and that his shaft would remain still in my wet pussy until I craved and begged for him to fuck me to death....For the rest of the conversation he could sense that I'm listening and he very well knew that those memories have sent me quivering my hot body...and he knew that I am sweating profusely and he knew that I'm already wet...and probably he knew it because I was already breathing heavily even though I didn't answer any of his questions.
"San, this is wrong," and I hung up. Although I was a little bit shivering, yet the heat never escaped my body. I ended up masturbating that night. Several days and nights passed and I fell forlorn. San hasn't called. Maybe he was sore when I hung him up in his last call. I wish my husband were here I always played with my imagination that he's playing with my pussy, licking my tits and finally pounding my hot clit and pushing his hard cock inside me for an hour until I come several times, exhausted. I was in my usual burning mood that night when the phone rang. I thought it was my husband but it's San at the end line. He said sorry the last time but I cut him off and I said it was my fault. So we ran the same conversation. This time it was hotter than ever because he started to remind me again of our fuckings and I responded with excitement. He told me if I could undress so he could imagine my body. I told him I'm already naked I am toying my pussy and I'm imagining that he's licking me. I narrated to him how I love to blow his cock and how I love to come with him each time he shoots his wad inside my burning pussy. We were already hissing and moaning in the phone and saying dirty things when he said he's about to come. My pussy was already so wet and my fingers were pushing the wet hole in and out and I came violently. That was my first fuck in the phone. I could hear his lips kissing me in the phone when he finally said, "Liz, I'll wait for you tomorrow at the motel. Same place six years ago. Two o'clock." Then he hung up.
I was nervous but I was preparing myself that day. It took me almost an hour in the shower but I was thinking its all worth it. My kids could be home not later than five o'clock that afternoon and I have left the youngest with my parents two blocks away. I pulled a taxi and told the driver to drop me off at the store which is only beside the motel. Once there, I went inside the store to buy some few stuff which I don't really need. After some few minutes I went out of the store and quickly went inside the motel, asked the lady in the desk a name and went inside the room. San was already in his briefs when I closed the door behind me. He grinned but didn't say anything and kissed me passionately in my lips. And he whispered beneath my ears, "Gosh, Liza, you're lovelier than ever." His mouth filled mine and it seemed it was only yesterday that he had kissed me last. I clung to him tightly and he started caressing my back, unzipped my back dress and finally I was only in my bra and panties. His hard cock was already throbbing while he pressed his body close to mine. I feel the wetness in my pussy and I couldn't resist pulling his briefs down, holding his cock and rubbing it up and down. His mouth was filling my tits and the other and then from one tit to the other. He finally found the strap of my bra and flew it full open exposing my breasts to him. He moaned when he saw the full view of my tits and the next thing he did was pulled down my panties. We were all naked standing in front of bed, caressing each other's body as if a century had passed that we didn't see each other. His cock, from time to time, would touch my wet pussy and I quiver each time I could feel its warmth. Suddenly he's down between my legs and he spread it open. I sort of come off balance that I fall down to bed in my back, exposing my wet and slippery pussy. All the time I'm caught unaware of his moves that I would realize he's already caressing my hot points. His hands pinching my tits, his tongue working on my clit and I have to come involuntarily many times. When I gazed down at his face, I could see it was already very wet all over because of my juice. The heat and excitement I felt almost paralyzed my entire body but I still was able to manage to hold his cock and bring it to my mouth. I run my lips sucking his meat and he moaned louder and louder. His fingers were on my pussy and rubbing it in and out was all I could get with so much pleasure. I was already burning with pleasure and I have to come to feel the end of it.
"Fuck me, San. Pleaseeee, now..... Fuck me." I could hear my usual self, six years ago, that I said the same pleading to San to get inside me, because she liked me to beg and ask him to fuck me every time I'm burning wet inside. And that same dialogue of mine send him to jolt and come up to me, kissed me from my pussy to my belly, to my tits and pinching my breast that I would come again while he position himself, holding his iron hard hot cock towards my hole and gently push it in the lips of my clit.
