Too Many Details to Hide Her

Before we begin, there are a few things that I need to share with you so that this all makes sense. The guy's name is Osvaldo and he is a 51-year-old man, overweight, average height. Osvaldo is Hispanic, has brown eyes to match his brown hair and brown skin. His cock is small, only 4.5". He is in a long-term relationship with his wife Ilene.

Ilene is a very curvy Anglo (white) with larger tits and a shaved pussy. She is cute and playful. She has beautiful auburn hair and a nice smile. She is only 5' 2" and she works out three times a week as she is trying to shed twenty pounds, but Osvaldo dotes on her. He could never imagine being with anyone else, ever.

I am Jerry, and I am 61 and a little overweight, with brown eyes and hair and a nice cock. I have never really worked out, so I am not muscular, but to offset this, I am very good at going down on women.

I posted on Reddit: "I enjoy writing erotic fiction and am always open to new ideas. Feel free to message me with story suggestions and any details you'd like included. If I decide to write it, I'll reach out to you."

Now the interesting part-Osvaldo sent me this extremely long Reddit message regarding his wife, even detailing what city that they live in, her first name, and what gym she frequents. As fate would have it, we all live North of New York City; only 18 miles apart.

I surmise that his inner self desired for her to be discovered and pursued--why else would he divulge so many unnecessary details?

We are all familiar with TMI. Did Osvaldo want me to be able to find his wife? I don't know and actually don't care. It makes little difference to me, but it might make a difference to Osvaldo-fucking ask him.

"Running into her" would be easy since Osvaldo left me a trail of breadcrumbs leading me right to her. I joined the gym and since I had a lot of time on my hands, I started going a few times a week at various times of the day. What I did not take in consideration, was the unintended benefit that I was slimming down and gaining muscle mass. My slimming down did not go unnoticed by my cheating wife; but this really doesn't play into the story at this point.

At the gym, I started talking to people and got to know a few pretty well including a couple of girls at the reception desk. I started asking them if my friend Ilene with auburn hair was here today. For the first few weeks, I was unsuccessful at meeting Ilene and was thinking of not renewing my membership and calling it a day.

I asked Cathy at the desk if Ilene was here today and she pointed to a woman that was short and curvy with auburn hair.

"Isn't that her, the one you are looking for"? Cathy asked.

"I think so. It has been a long time since I saw her last," I lied.

Game time. What do I say? What do I do? I have one shot: two at best, to make the connection. I did not know where she went to school but I knew she grew up in Schaumburg, IL.

Schaumburg in the 1980s was a rapidly growing suburb that was still in the process of transitioning from a more rural area to a bustling residential and commercial hub. I did not know what part of the city that she grew up in, so I needed to be vague.

She was bench pressing on the Smith machine. I did not want to startle her so I just said, "Excuse me?"

"Yes"

"My name is Jerry, and you probably don't remember me, but I know you from Schaumburg. I was a lot shorter and younger then," I said with a grin.

I set the hook just like when I go saltwater fishing with my brother.

She looked confused but hit me with, "I don't remember you, but it's nice to see you," or something along those lines.

"Wanna catch up after we're done working out? There's a coffee spot right across the street," I tossed out, casual but calculated.

"Uh... okay. But just for a little bit."

Twenty minutes later, I met up with her, and we headed across the street, grabbed a couple of caps, and settled at a small table. The conversation was a damn tightrope walk since I was weaving a story that wasn't exactly rooted in reality. But I kept it smooth, worked my way through the fiction, and finally got to the good part--asking the real questions.

"So, are you Married"? I asked.

"Yes for a longtime. My husband is a great guy and a provider," she responded.

I gave it a rest for a few minutes and talked about her job and the gym before revisiting the topic.

"My wife is wonderful most of the time, but sometimes I feel like things are a little stale. I tried to spice them up but she resists.

Sorry, that is a lot of information to share," I said with a grin.

I expected her to get a little uncomfortable. But she seemed ok as she sipped her coffee.

"I know what you mean. I mean same shit, different day," she spit out.

"I am not sure why I am sharing this with an almost stranger,"

"Maybe it is because you are looking for something to spice things up," I responded.

I threw a hail marry. In poker we call it "all in." Up until now, I was bluffing but now it was time to either show my cards or fold.

"Would you consider getting together again, maybe somewhere quieter?"

She froze.

"This is all happening very quickly. I need to think about it-what's your number?"

I gave her my number and she rushed out of the shop with her coffee in hand.

The next time that I saw her was in the gym several days later. I approached her and asked her if she gave meeting again any thought.

"Jerry, I have been faithful to my husband. What about your wife?"

I explained that my wife cheated on me twice and then I cheated on her once. Not bad after thirty years of marriage.

Her face started to get flush and her breathing heavier. I started to look more closely at her beautiful breasts as she was wearing one of those stretch workout body suits which allowed me to get a good view of her cleavage. Honestly I was starting to get a little aroused which was not a good thing in a gym.

"Ok what did you have in mind"? she finally asked.

"Well nothing near our houses. I will find some place that has a bar. Just talk and see where it goes, if anywhere," I responded.

She gave me her number and I texted her "Let's meet at the Riverside Hotel on Cedar in the Bronx. 1830 Cedar Ave, Bronx, NY 10453. 2 PM tomorrow."

She gave it a thumbs up.

It was 1:50 PM and I sat at the bar with a club soda in front of me and watched the soccer game. Twenty-minutes went by and she was not there. Is she coming or did guilt overwhelm her? I got my answer.

She sat down next to me and ordered a diet coke. I placed my hand on hers as she gulped down her soda and asked for a refill.

She was wearing a tight tee shirt and jeans. She had a scarf over her hair and a small pocketbook. I reassured her that she had made the right decision.

I broke the ice.

"Ilene, you look hot. I bet that you and your husband have a lot of sex."

She looked away for a second and then turned back. We walked over to a table where we could talk intimately. I mean we couldn't exactly talk about sex at the bar, could we?

"Jerry, we have sex every week. After Friday's dinner, he comes behind me and rubs my shoulders. This is how he lets me know that he is interested. We retreat to the bedroom, and I remove my clothes, but not my bra and panties. We kiss standing up, and then I kneel in front of him and suck his small cock until it is hard. He helps me stand up and pushes me onto the bed. I put some lube on my pussy so I don't get sores and he fucks me until he cums; jumps up and gets dressed and then goes in the other room. I feel like a prostitute, but not in a good way."

"Ok Ilene, I am sorry for you. If it were me, I wouldn't fuck you, I would make love to you and make you feel special. I would start out telling you how beautiful you are, and you are beautiful, and then go from there."

Ilene was really enjoying this and I think she was ready to go to a room.

"Should I pay for the drinks and we can get a room?" I propositioned.

She paused. It seemed like a longtime. But her lust overpowered her desire to stay faithful and she nodded her head yes.

I stood in front of the reservation desk while she sat down on a couch.

"We would like to get a room and pay cash. How can we make this happen?"

The clerk responded, "$120 for the room and $50 for me. You have 2 hours."

I paid the guy the $170 and he handed me the key.

When we went into the room, it was more like a motel than a "gem." Ilene went into the bathroom and I could hear her peeing. Meanwhile, I pulled the bedspread and the sheets back. I turned off some of the lights, but not all of them. I wanted to make sure that I was able to see her entire smoking hot body.

Ilene came out of the bathroom wearing only a soft, luxurious peach silk nightie, skimming the body just right. Delicate straps, a hint of satin trim, and just enough coverage to tease the imagination. It really showed off her boobs and her hips. She was smiling. I undressed down to my underwear as I admired my lover to be.

"Tell me about sex with your wife," she said softly.

Ok this was a turn-on. I was going to really tell her, in detail, everything. Sex with my wife was good. I mean she wasn't into kinks but other than that she was a great lover.

"My wife is my age and about 5' 6". She has become a big, beautiful woman and her thick arms and bulging stomach turn me on. Sometimes sex consists of a lot of kissing and mutual masturbation and sometimes fucking. I enjoy both.

It usually starts out with our agreeing on a time, although lately it has been a lot more spontaneous. We lie next to each other and we spoon-I am the big spoon. I get hard and we start kissing and I start feeling her up. At some point I reach down and touch her pussy and she either lets me or offers an excuse why not.

If she lets me, I play with her clit leading to oral sex. She gets pretty wet for a woman her age and I go at it.

After I think that she came, I either put lube on my cock and fuck her, or masturbate, and sometimes climax."

Then why was I here? For the adventure? The kink? Revenge sex?

It started out as revenge sex, but I am really here for the kink.

Ilene looked at me as we sat on the edge of the bed holding hands. I kissed her. And then, I kissed her again passionately. A deep, French kiss, like we were having a long-term love affair. My hands found her tits and I touched them for the first time.

Ilene was more openminded and kinky than my wife, and I wanted to take advantage of it. What if this is the one and only time that we have sex? I removed my hands from her breasts and embraced her, reaffirming to her that I had not either lost interest or was chickening out, just taking a short breather.

I looked into her eyes and said, "You are so easy to share things with. Osvaldo is very lucky that he married you. You are a catch."

She smiled. This would be better coming from Osvaldo but she accepted the compliments warmly. It made her feel sexual and an created a safe environment to explore intimacy outside of the marriage.

"Are you comfortable sharing things about past lovers with me, and me sharing mine with you"? I asked Ilene.

"I haven't shared like this, even with my girlfriends or Osvaldo," she answered.

"What was sex like for you the second time and who was it with?" I bluntly asked.

"I was 18 and still was in high school in Schaumburg. He was 19. We had been dating for a year and a half and all of our sex was above the waist. Kissing, embracing and his touching and sucking my tits-they were a lot smaller then," she admitted while she took a deep breath.

"From time to time, he asked me if I was ready to have sex, and I always said that I wasn't but that I would one day. And one day after we were drinking and getting high, my sexual desires over-powered me and we had sex in the back of his car. It hurt. He was very gentle and before either of us came, we stopped. It wasn't great and my back hurt from cramming into the back seat."

"But the next time?" I interjected.

"The next time we fucked in my house. My folks were at a concert until 11 PM. It was a toss-up between my bedroom and my parent's but we went with mine. We took it slow. A lot of kissing and touching. Eventually we disrobed and his hand found my vagina, but not my clitoris. He just fumbled around there and eventually finger fucked me which was nice. I got really wet quickly. I just wanted him in me."

She continued, "He put on a sheepskin condom; it was wet and slippery and it slid right on. I didn't want to touch it. He laid on top of me while we kissed and slid it in my willing hole. My vagina was tight and I could definitely feel his cock stretching it out. But this time, It felt nice. Being 18 he started fucking me fast and hard, and I felt a feeling come over me like never before. It was more powerful than when I masturbated. I climaxed. It was amazing. Just a few moments after, he came and was very vocal about it. He pulled right out and we cuddled for the next 15 minutes and then got dressed. Our relationship was centered around a lot of sex, which got progressively better. When we reached the end of the summer after the last year of high school, I broke up with him. We both cried-it was awful but I was going off to college and wanted my freedom to spread my wings, and my legs."

"How did you remember all of that"? I really wanted to know.

"Because I am a woman."

My story was pretty similar. I told her about my first lover, and the first time that we had sex, and then about the second. I did not remember too many of the details, so I made it up as I went along.

Ok back to the sex at hand.

Her story only made me want to fuck her more, so I encouraged her to lay down face up and open her legs. I started caressing the inside of her thighs. She arched her back a bit and had a content look on her face which made me feel good. I was really building up the suspense.

I lightly petted her vaginal lips; barely touching them. I could tell by her reaction that it was really turning her on, and she tried to push her honey pot towards my hand. I applied more pressure on her clit and massaged it in a circular motion. Her eyes closed as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

My finger slipped into her love hole. I slowly moved it in and out. She opened her eyes wide.

"Oh my god, you're amazing."

I could tell by the way she shook that she had an orgasm. God, she is beautiful, and horny!

Her cunt was dripping and I wanted to taste her. I pulled her legs off the side of the bed and kneeled on the floor. Her pussy hair was cut short so that I could see her labia's and her clit hood. It all looked soft and inviting, so I dug right in.

I started by just licking the hood so her clit would feel the pressure of my tongue. She put her hands on top of my head to guide me and to push my face into her snatch.

Her wet hole looked so hot that my patience ran out, and I started jamming my tongue in and out of the hole, sucking in every drop of cum that I could. She was leaking and I sucked it up like a vacuum cleaner. She was contributing to the experience by guiding my head from side to side.

While I was stimulating her clit with my tongue and finger simultaneously, she let out a loud scream that possibly could be heard outside of our room as her body had a huge organic explosion. I think she was ready for me to fuck her.

I quickly asked her about birth control and she replied, "Fuck me."

"Top or bottom?"

She chose top. I took off my underpants and she couldn't get my cock in her soon enough as she bounced up and down it like it was a pogo stick. After a couple minutes of her fucking herself using my dick and orgasming a couple more times, she pulled my dick out of her and look deeply in my eyes.

"What do you want"? she asked.

Her hole was so wet by now that I would struggle to cum in her. And at some point she mentioned that she was not interested in anal so that left only a couple of choices.

"I want you to watch me masturbate and shoot my load into your mouth."

Wow! A big smile came across her face. My little sweet cum-catcher. But she had other plans. She started to lick her cum off my dick and made a "Mm" sound.

"Maybe next time we can have a threesome with a twenty-year-old girl," she offered.

"Next time"? I thought to myself.

My dick was very hard and she continued to lick my cock like the little slut that she was. Most women have a slutty side to them, although many of them never allow themselves to act slutty. She definitely acted slutty.

She was teasing the head of my circumcised cock with her tongue and licking off the precum. It was both pleasurable and annoying. I wanted her to suck my cock already. She smiled as she took my cock in her mouth and gagged. She was not used to deep throating a large cock and she was trying to breathe through her nose, but she was congested.

It was a decent blowjob, and after a few minutes, I pulled my dick out of her mouth and started to masturbate, inches away from her mouth. Her eyes were closed, which was a smart self-defensive move. I was moaning as I increased the speed that I stroked my cock.

She started massaging my balls and opened her eyes. She appeared to be totally turned on by watching me masturbate. One of her hands even found her clit and she joined in.

"It is so hot watching you stroke your cock. Cum for me."

That was all I could take and screamed, "I-fuckin'-lean" as a large series of loads fill her mouth with yummy cum. She played with my cum; savored it. Showed me the cum on her tongue.

"Are you going to brush your teeth before you kiss Osvaldo"?

She had the carefree charm of a schoolgirl caught in a moment of mischief. "No" is all she said.

"Are you going to tell him"? I asked as this started to get pretty kinky.

"Maybe," is all she said. "Also, I will take the morning after pill, so don't worry."

We both showered separately and got dressed. She looked hot both dressed and undressed. Osvaldo was crazy if he wasn't fucking her more often. How crazy? Maybe he was about to find out.

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When she arrived home, the lingering taste of my cum reminded her of the sinful afternoon she had. What was next? Was she going to tell Osvaldo? Could he just tell? She made the decision to take brushing her teeth off of the table.

Osvaldo got home at 5:45 and Ilene was sitting in the living room. This was not normally how things worked at their home. Usually, she was in the kitchen or upstairs. But today, she was in the living room.

Her hair was still damp from the shower, her face was glowing, and she looked like the cat who ate the bird. Even an hour later, she could still taste my cum. If she had a scarlet letter handy, she would have worn it.

"What's up"? as he kissed his wife.

She acted very naughty. She slipped her tongue in his mouth as they kissed. It wasn't a quick kiss like usual; it was a long, drawn-out kiss. Osvaldo seemed to like it as he wrapped his arms around his lovely wife.

"Do you remember when we talked about ways to spice up our love life"? she asked playfully.

"Yah. We talked about anal sex which you said no to. We talked about your fucking another guy, which you also said no to and..."

She interrupted Osvaldo, "I changed my mind. I had an affair with a guy that I met at the club today."

Osvaldo was excited by his wife sharing a fantasy, or so he thought.

Osvaldo's cock stiffened. The fantasy revolved around his sexy wife's alleged infidelity. The story was that she fucked another guy and was going to tell him all about it.

"We went to a hotel in the Bronx and he paid for the room in cash. He took me up to the room and we made out a little bit...Are you sure your OK with this"?

She kept going. She really wasn't going to wait for Osvaldo's answer. She was a slutty cum-whore and proud of it. She was bragging to her husband how she cheated on him, and he seemed ok with it.