Written by special request for W -- hope you like it.
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My name is Wendy and I have a terrible confession to make. To be exact, its two confessions - the second much worse than the first. I am in a terrible spot but its all of my own making. I was weak and now I am paying the price.
I am in my early 40s and married with two children. I like to keep fit and active and I still have a good figure. I'm 5' 8" tall with blonde hair, C-cup breasts and my butt and my legs could still pass for those of a thirty year old. I still go to the gym occasionally and I am a part-time swim instructor at the local club so I guess staying active has helped me a lot.
It was also the start of my fall into my current predicament.
I cheated on my husband. He's a wonderful man and a loving husband. But he doesn't look after himself physically. He is not active or sporty. I've been very happy in my marriage except that in the last couple of years I found myself thinking more and more that there was one thing I wanted.
I wanted to go to bed with a man who is strong and muscled. A man with an athlete's body who would appreciate my hard work. A lover who could match me physically, who could hold me in whatever position he chose with a body I could admire and not just love. Sometimes I have lain awake at night thinking of a body like that while my loving, pudgy husband slept next to me. When walking through town I try to steal glimpses of men who's bodies might match the ones in my dreams.
Michael is a part-time swim instructor at the same club as me. Michael has a body to match my dreams. He was a very competitive amateur footballer who still looks like a bodybuillder. He has muscles that would shame men half his age. Both of us are married and so I never seriously thought of Michael as a potential lover.
Then one day I realised Michael was starting to pay extra attention to me. I had to stop and think about it to be sure. A couple of weeks later, though, there was no question that he was starting to flirt with me.
I was weak, I know that. I knew it then. But you have to understand how strong my dreams were. I didn't want to leave my husband or even to hurt him. The thing I did want was to have a man, just once, who was physically compatible with me. Someone who understood and appreciated my physique. Someone who had the strength and stamina for a real session of lovemaking and wouldn't get tired as soon as I'd had my first orgasm.
Michael soon was taking me for coffee and for lunch. He started touching me in ways that thrilled me. I knew where it was heading -- I'm not naive. Then there were times when we were alone, like in the office at the club, when his touching started to become inappropriate. At least, that's what other people would have said if they'd seen us. It was nothing to start with. But soon I would freely touch his arms and his chest, feeling his bulk, and he would casually grab my bottom or run his fingers across the tops of my breasts.
I guess, looking back, it really took only weeks from when Michael first started showing an interest in me to when we were together in my marital bed. I was never under any illusions. Michael clearly was good at flirting and propositioning women so I guessed I was just a conquest for him. I wasn't expecting a love affair. I just wanted to be fucked by a man who had the strength and the physical power I had dreamed of.
Michael was a temptation for me at a time when I was very weak. I made the mistake of falling for that temptation.
In the end I couldn't wait any longer. It was my idea that he come back to my place in the middle of the afternoon. We had to organise it around work and spouses and children. But we both wanted it and so it happened.
Oh my -- that first time I practically threw myself on Michael! I had seen a lot of his body while he worked at the club. As soon as we got inside my house, however, I totally forgot myself and more or less attacked the guy. I almost ripped his shirt off, literally.
I was still clothed but I was like a mad woman. I got him naked as fast as I could and went to town. Oh, to finally have total access to that body, to those muscles. I touched and stroked and kissed and, yes, even licked him all over. At last I was free to experience my dreams for real and to really enjoy the body of a big, strong hunk.
Some people will want to know and, yes, I was thrilled by his penis. Once Michael started flirting with me I'd found myself, for the first time in my life, trying to imagine what another mans' penis looked like. Seeing him in the flesh, Michael did not disappoint me. He is a little longer and thicker than I am used to. That seemed fitting given his size and strength compared to my husband. But it was the look of it that had me swooning. His penis is a magnificent sight, standing strong and powerful, more erect than my husband. The top of it is big, too, and the shaft has some really dark, swollen veins.
Of course it took only a few minutes before I went to my knees in front of that penis. I know that makes me sound like a slut. I guess that's the way I was acting. I was giddy with delight. I wasn't even thinking about Michael's pleasure. It was totally about me when I wrapped my hand around his rock hard penis and put it in my mouth.
On that first afternoon we fucked so much he left me sore. I was so thrilled by that as well!
Michael had amazing self-control so we fucked many times before he finally came in me. We tried different positions, starting with me on my back. Of course he wanted to take me from behind and I was excited by that. I came even harder as I felt him pound into me like we were a pair of animals.
To be truthful, a big part of my dream and my pleasure with Michael was the knowledge that a muscly and fit man found me sexually attractive. He even suggested I get on top for a while and I loved the fact that he seemed to really like looking at me while I worked out how best to ride him.
The whole time we were having sex I could not take my eyes off his body or his muscles. I know there are bigger men out there but none I'd ever been so close to. I really loved it when he was lying on top of me with his big, chiselled body. I couldn't get enough of his enormous biceps and his huge chest. He still has a bit of a six-pack that is even more obvious when he is thrusting his penis into me. I loved being able to reach around and hold his tight, muscled butt cheeks while he moved inside me.
I also have to say that it was strange and wonderful to feel a new penis inside me. Michael did feel bigger than my husband and that added to my thrill of his big and powerful body. It felt good to be stretched a little. I imagined he was so big partly because he was excited by me and that made it feel even better.
Having his big penis thrusting inside me as he took his pleasure made me more turned on than I can ever remember before. Unlike my normal, married sex life I had eight or nine climaxes that first afternoon with Michael.
Of course I let him unload his cum inside me. We weren't using a condom and I was relying entirely on the pill. I didn't really care about any other risks and I still don't. Some of you will think I am a terrible woman. But the sex was so primal that somehow it was important that Michael flood me with his load and that I could feel it dripping from me for the rest of the afternoon.
This became a sort of regular thing for Michael and me. Usually once each week we managed to find time to rush to my place for an hour or two of sex and pleasure. I never tired of his body and I like to think he never tired of mine.
I still loved my husband and I do right up to this day. I don't know if I felt guilt or not. I suppose there was a little of that. The main thing was I knew I still loved him dearly and I knew my place was with him. So, to me, it didn't really feel like cheating. I know he would be badly hurt if he ever found out about me fucking Michael but it was my dream and my husband could never achieve a body like that. So it was a guilty pleasure that I kept secret.
Well I thought I did. And this is where I really found myself in a terrible spot.
