Hi there, my name is Alana Michaela Curry; I am 40 years old, almost 41. I am married, have two children, a daughter at college and my son who will be attending later in the year. I am I think, what you would call a normal every day married woman and wife.
I don't work, I've never needed to as my husband has a good job in construction, and he's a top manager. I never wanted to work either; all I ever wanted to be was what I now am. I have friends whom I meet on and off, have a good social life when I want it. But there is nothing I love more than filling my day with my house wifely deeds.
Let me tell you about me, as I said I am going on 41, I am tall and slender, about 5ft 9" I weigh about 120lbs. I have a lovely body and I know that because I am a woman, I have no spare fat. I don't smoke, drink little and among house work I have a bit of an exercise routine just to keep me in shape.
I am good looking rather than beautiful, but my main asset is, I am glamorous, and elegant in every thing I do. It is all natural, I never set out to walk the way I walk, or move the way I move, or even 'look' the way I look. Ever since I was young I slipped and slid, 'sashayed' my mum would say. I never practised anything, what I had and have is all Mother Nature and God given.
I have longish auburn hair that I love, I part it in the middle simply because Ron, my husband, likes it that way, and I agree too it suits me, it suits who I am. It's wavy too and extremely natural, I don't have to do lot to it to get what I want from it. And all this adds to my persona, my aura if you like.
The only concession I will make to my appearance is my dress sense, I learned a long time ago that dressing well was an essential thing for a woman like me to do, and over the years I have perfected it, so now, even if I am in the garden I look good, even with a dirty smudge on my roman nose I look the part. And I know I am lucky too, I could wear a sack and it would fit me to the ground, I would look good, though I have never tried it.
There is nothing I like more than getting dressed up if we are going somewhere posh, or a big dinner, a party, a wedding, it doesn't matter to me. I make the effort and if I'm not the best dressed and best looking woman there, I'm an equal first. Don't get me wrong I'm not vain. I don't huff and puff, or be jealous in any way. I don't stare at someone who looks as good as me, but I do take note for next time.
So back to me, I have told you I am in my opinion a normal loving house wife, with the obligatory two children. Everything about me and my life screams normal, except for two things, well three really but I'll come to that bit later.
I have been married for just over twenty years, and for the most part we have been a team, me and Ron, him and me against the world. I love him, and he loves me, I make sure he does, and our sex life is probably what most other twenty year married couples are like. A bit hum drum here and there but 70% better than good even now.
So why have I been unfaithful twice? Well the first time was completely opportunistic on my seducers part of this little story. It was about fifteen years ago, Ron was at work, and he was sending a man to our home to pick up something from his desk to take to a site meeting. I hurriedly made myself into the lady I am and waited.
And when I saw his car pull up I got an inexplicable tingling in my belly. I was going to be alone with another man in my house and I got all girly. The tingling is my indicator that I'm horny; I always get it when I get sexually excited, but why I had it now is impossible to explain. I met the man at the door, who it turned out I knew already, as I had met him at a two or three functions with Ron. He was a little older than me and his name was Tony.
I asked him in and immediately asked him if he had time for a coffee, he told me he would be delighted as he had all the time in the world.
"I used this trip to here as an excuse to get out of the office and play truant," he laughed. I giggled along with him.
"My isn't he good looking?" I asked myself. My horniness attacked my brain.
When I had met him previously I picked up the vibes that he fancied me, found me attractive. I do get a lot of that and dismiss it, but the memory of his eyes on me flooded into my head. I actually felt giddy near him. Don't get me wrong I never played to him, I wasn't flirting I was just being accommodating, I was about to find out how accommodating I could be!
His eyes told me he still wanted me more than he should, I looked into them as he looked at me. I don't know to this day if my glance told him anything, that I was flirting with them, that I might be susceptible to a pass. He went to my husband's study got what he wanted and was back with me in an instant.
I was stood near the percolator, and he came to stand next to me, and this unnerved me. I got more excited, the tingly in my belly sounded like church bells on a Sunday morning to me. I had a blouse on, a simple cotton one and a skirt that was about 3" or 4" above my knees. I like short skirts because I have got good legs, and a pair of 3• heels which almost made me his height.
I felt my face flush, what was wrong with me, why was I like this? To be sexually aroused because there is another man in my house, I was alone with him, and he was stood near to me. I could smell him and he smelled good too. He asked me if I felt alright, I looked at him, his eyes bored into mine and he held my gaze.
I felt like a rabbit trapped in head lights, no man had ever had this kind of effect on me and especially as quickly as he had, and I was nonplussed by it, and of course I was turned on sexually too now.
"Alana?" he repeated, I just stood there open mouthed, my nipples were dingalinging, my lips were burning me they were so hot and filled with blood, my vagina was doing somersaults. I must have given him some sort of signal, or he just took a chance I don't know. But the next thing he was right next to me, he put his arm around my shoulder, turned me to him and he kissed me, simple as that!
If I hadn't had my hand on the counter top helping to hold me up, I would have fallen down I really would. I did nothing to stop him, he kissed me harder and longer, he was up against me and I could feel his hard body against mine. It was more than I could bear, I melded into him, wrapped my arms around his waist and I was on my way to being unfaithful to my loving husband with his work colleague.
He moved slightly and then his hand cupped my left breast, his finger tips rattled my hard and prominent nipple; I hugged myself closer to him. His cock was pressing right into me where it mattered; well I suppose it mattered more to him because it took me sense of equilibrium away from me. I wanted him; I wanted to make love to him, to feel him in me and even better, on top of me.
Of all the ways there is to make love, to be screwed, fucked, call it what you will, my most favourite position was underneath, man on top and me getting battered, twatted, hammered, fucked and done over like a kipper, give it to me that way each and every time.
The next thing I knew was he took complete control, there was no time for me to even think of changing my mind, he pushed me forcibly on to the kitchen table, ripped open my blouse, quickly followed by my skirt being yanked up. My panties were ripped away, I heard his zip and then he was ramming a thick cock into me.
I was transported to heaven immediately; he leaned over me, his eyes daring me to blink. Tony drove at me; I managed to get my legs over him as he humped me so hard. I gripped the edge of the table and he went at me like a steam hammer. I came in no time and then I came again, followed by more orgasmic detonations. He was holding me by my upper arms as his face contorted with the effort he was making, and then he grunted, half stopped, then blew me away with one giant crushing blow with his prick and he dumped a ton of cum right into me.
He stayed still for a few moments, then he leaned down, kissed me tenderly and said.
"Wow Alana, that was better than I could ever have wished for and even more than surprising, you are just utterly sexy and so so irresistible."
If he had tried, he couldn't have said anything nicer or better. I stayed where I was, I honestly didn't want him to pull out of me, and he bless him, didn't.
What he did do was pick me up, and without giving me a chance for any protest carried me upstairs to my bed where he fucked and screwed me the way I told you I love to be fucked and screwed, on my back, and at his mercy, and let me tell you, he showed no mercy either. I didn't hear or see him leave, I woke up and he was gone. I was terribly sore, but so satisfied and contented.
I rose, showered, and went down stairs, there was no sign he had ever been in my home, let alone in me. I smiled to myself and started gathering my thoughts, I decided there and then that this would never happen again, it was too dangerous, he was my husband's work colleague. I knew we would cross paths again in the future but I would never acknowledge it. He did call me a few times after but I made it very plain there would never be a continuance, it was a one off and never again, he gave up and that was the status quo.
The second time I was unfaithful was about 4 years ago and with the husband of a friend of mine, dangerous ground or what. But again it was purely opportunistic on my part. My husband was away for the week, it was a bright sunny Tuesday. I had gone into town and had taken a taxi because I intended to have lunch with a friend and knew I would have a glass of wine.
I was sat waiting for her, and Greg, my friends husband shouted at me off the street, he walked over, and sat with me while my friend arrived for lunch but she didn't, so I had lunch with Greg instead who told me Jenny, his wife, was at her mother's for the week as she was not well, and he had taken the week off to see to the kids whilst she was gone.
We chatted and I really enjoyed myself, and had two glasses of wine instead of the one. He offered to drive me home and on the way asked me if I wanted to stop off at his for a coffee as we would pass his house on the way to mine. And that tingle which had been niggling at me all the time we had spent in the bistro called to me once more.
"Why not Greg, nice idea, yes lets," I told him, and the look in his glance told me he was thinking of something else.
"Don't Alana, say no and go home, you know what's likely to happen once you set foot in his house and you are alone!" I shouted in my head, but the bells ringing from my vagina was having none of that.
Whilst the mini argument was going on and my common sense was losing drastically he was stopping the car and we were getting out. As soon as we got in he took my coat and kissed my neck, in seconds we were on the carpet in the hall and our clothes were disappearing at a rate of knots.
We had fast hard sex on the rug, I could feel the abrasions on my back as I was humped back and forth, I came, (twice) he came and we giggled like naughty children.
"Come on Alana let's take this upstairs," he said, we hurried up and had a race to see who got into bed first.
We were soon making love again, it was furious; neither of us could get enough of the other, manic maybe a better word.
