You may also read the poem "The Adultress" which is what I wrote first.
I felt uncomfortable having an affair. But at the same time I couldn't have felt better. For once in my life I felt so loved. No one knew about it except for us two. If my husband found out he probably literally have a heart attack. The reason for starting this whole love affair is because I lie in bed staring at the ceiling every night while my husband reads his little magazine. I didn't want to be a lonely housewife. I wanted to be different.
The day it all started was a day that Tim had a baseball game. Tim, my son, came home and plopped his grassy uniform on the washer for me to wash. The housewife title had kicked in completely by then. I was angry.
"Wash your own damn clothes!" I screamed at him.
He turned around and surprisingly grinned at me! I just kept yelling. He walked toward me.
"I am tired of being this housewife who has nothing to turn to except the washing machine! I'm sick of it! Why doesn't every--" my yelling was struck down. He placed his fingers on my chin, smiled, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"I know how you feel," he said to me.
We began to kiss. Not rough kisses but light, loving ones. He was only in a T-shirt and his boxers while I was in a flowery sundress. We stopped kissing and looked at one another gazing into the eyes of love. He grabbed my hand and walked me toward his bedroom. He swung open the door and all we could see is the baseball memorabilia plaster to the walls. We both knew that John wasn't going to be home for a while. John being the husband I was about to cheat on with my own son. I couldn't blame myself for what I was about to do. Tim is a very handsome young man; eighteen years of age, tall, tanned skin, dark hair, and my green eyes. I felt like an old woman compared to him. However, I knew that he could make me feel like a teenager again.
He tossed me on the bed and we both giggled. He lifted my skirt up over my head then began to dig in his bottom drawer. He pulled out a condom and started to open it.
I interrupted him by saying, "Um, are you a, uh well you know a--"
"Virgin? Yea I am, but your the only one I love and want to do this with," he replied with a light smile on his face.
He continued to open the condom and slid the opening of his boxers open to put it on. I felt a rush of joy shoot through my body as he pulled his boxers off. He had a nice ass and a surprisingly large penis. It was about twice the size of John's. I was still in my bra and panties and he still had his shirt on. He began to slide my underwear down to my ankles. He spread my legs and tickled my thigh with his cock. Like an earthquake had struck, he shoved his dick into me. It felt amazing. I wasn't even worried about him being my son. He pounded his hips into my thighs. He was going awfully fast for him being a virgin but I just figured he was trying to give me the best. He started groaning and I was panting hard.
"Oh baby! Hun! Oh! Fuck me! Harder, harder, harder! Oh yes Tim!" I screamed as I felt his cock pulsate inside of my pussy.
Oh, it was so much better than John's fucking. He worked me for nearly an hour, never stopping, reaching about three huge orgasms with several smaller ones, and cumming a lot. At about 6:00 P.M. we had to stop because John would arrive home soon. We didn't want to though, so we just kissed and he fondled me for a while until John pulled in the driveway.
Tim always went to this club every Saturday night. That was pretty much the only time we had together. However, John had Saturday's off so I made up a little excuse. I now had "Tupperware parties" every Saturday at eight o' clock. Tim quit going to the club so he could be with me. On our first night affair on Saturday, April 17, I was a little nervous. I didn't tell John whose house I was going to be at; I thought that was a little suspicious. I thought nothing of it and got into my station wagon and drove to the Holiday Inn where Tim was waiting in room 219. I swiped the key and opened the door. The bed was covered with white rose petals and I noticed chocolate syrup and whipped cream on the bedside table. He was in boxer briefs sitting on the chair when he rushed over to greet me with a kiss. Candles were lit and he turned out the lights. I was wearing a nice Gucci dress and stilettos. I wanted to look nice for him. He had no idea what I was wearing underneath of it, though he was about to find out. He unzipped my dress, thinking that I was naked underneath, he found out different. I was wearing a black nipple-less bra, black crotch less panties, and a garter belt wrapped around my thighs. I saw his mouth drop and he had nothing to do but stare. I laughed and pulled off his boxer briefs. He picked me up and lied me down on the bed. He grabbed the chocolate syrup and popped the top open. He held it high and dribbled it all over my chest trying not to get any on my new lingerie. He put some chocolate on his fingertips and rubbed them on my nipples. He began to lick off the trickled syrup on my upper chest. He moved over to my perked up nipples and sucked off all of the chocolate. I began to moan. He licked on my tummy and then grabbed the whipped cream. He licked on the nozzle and sprayed it into his mouth like a child would do. In some way this turned me on. Suddenly, he tossed a bombshell at me. He shoved the nozzle into my glistening cunt and sprayed sweet cream into it. He then sucked what he sprayed into me, out of me. I have never felt a better sensation.
I squealed, "Ahhhhhh! OH! More! Do more! Please!"
And more he did. He sprayed and sucked, sprayed, and sucked. I yelled for more.
"Well I would do more but it's empty!" he giggled.
