Before I get into the details of this story, I feel like a little bit of background information would be helpful. Before I married my current husband, I had very little sexual experience. In fact, I had only done anything sexual about four times, with two different guys, and once with one of my female friends. So, prior to beginning my relationship with my would-be husband, I was still pretty inexperienced. We only dated for a few weeks before our first hand-job/fingering session, and it was only a few more months till we first had real penetrative sex. It was fantastic, and I was quickly hooked. For the rest of our dating life, we had sex regularly, at least 3-4 times a week, sometimes multiple times a day. We experimented, got a little freaky, and tried nearly everything either of us could imagine. This went on for a little over a year before the first time I cheated on him.
It was at my first job. I met an attractive guy a couple years older than me, and he really turned me on. He wasn't very smart, ambitious, or funny, but he was easy to look at. Plus, being stuck at work in a grocery store for 4-6 hours with nothing to do but flirt, it was easy for me to become infatuated with him, especially when I noticed his rather large package bulging through his pants while we would talk. Suffice it to say that we ended up hooking up a time or two, but that is a story for another day. The only important thing about that experience in relation to today's story, is that it's the first time I cheated on my would-be husband, the first time he caught me, and the first time he forgave me. So really, it's kind of his fault that it wasn't the last time.
Fast forward to about four years later. I was married to my boyfriend, and we had two kids. I was happy, and my husband is certainly not bad in bed, so I had great sex pretty much whenever I wanted it. We both worked at the same factory, on the same shift, so our schedules were perfectly aligned, and could easily keep up with our active sex life. We had a nice apartment, and were making plenty of money, so life was good. One day, my husband, who had been saving money started his own business, as he did not want to work in a factory his whole life.
After working the job at the factory and running the startup for a few months, he felt confident enough, and quit the factory job and went fulltime into his business. It took off, and before long, he was making nearly twice what he used to make at the factory. He also decided at this time, that he could use some more knowledge, so he decided to go back to school for a business degree. So now, my wonderful husband, who was an amazing father, was going to college full time and running a successful small business. It was great, we had plenty of money, he was happier, and he always had time for our little kids. Only problem was, the time it took. Between working 10-12 hours a day, and night/online classes, we had very little time to be intimate.
Before long, we were down to having sex one or less times a week. It was still pretty great, and he always made sure I would orgasm at least once, but it was just not enough for me. I started to get a little mad at him for this, but didn't want him to quit his business, because the money and stability was great. So, I didn't make a big deal of it. This all went on for about a year, before I cheated again. It was at work again, and this time, it was a little different. Last time, I was really attracted to the guy who I cheated with. This time, that was very far from the truth. I was a line worker at a large factory. Most the line workers at this factory are women, as it is the lower paying but less physically demanding job. However, there are a few guys that opt for it, as they are not the most physically impressive specimens themselves. My target was one of them, his name was Tom.
He worked on the same line as me, and was quiet, and a little nerdy, constantly talking about Fortnite and other games like that, but I could tell that he probably wasn't getting any. So, I figured he would be easy prey, after all, I wasn't looking for a husband, just a good fuck. I started to flirt with him, in a not-so-subtle way. I would wear way more makeup, and bend over in front of him, sometimes stooping to pick something up, and literally rubbing my asscheeks against his groin, before blushing and apologizing. This way, it took me less than a week before we were openly talking about sex at work. All we had to do now was find the time.
I told my husband that I was going to go skating with a friend of mine from high school. He asked if I wanted to make it a family outing, and we could take our kids. This came dangerously close to ruining my carefully laid plans. I got a little angry and replied that I just wanted a night away, where I could have a little alone time. He apologized, and said it would be fine, and he would stay home with the kids. I felt a little guilty, knowing that I was leaving my family, that I really do love, to go have sex with a practical stranger, but I was already committed, so I grabbed my stuff, and left.
I picked up my "date" at his place, a small apartment not far from the factory we worked. I was glad we were going out, because his place looked like a dump. We drove around for a while, looking for a good spot to stop and "talk". I was a little hungry, so I asked if he wanted to go somewhere to eat, but he seamed really nervous, and just said that he didn't have any money anyway, so we just kept looking for a place to park. Eventually, we actually drove to the large ice rink in the town next to the one I lived in, and we found a dark secluded corner where there weren't any other cars parked, and I stopped there. I left the car on, because it was pretty cold out, but I shut off the lights, and we both climbed over the center console to get in the back seat.
I wanted to get going right away, because I really didn't want this to take long, but he was clearly very nervous, and I actually think it was his first time with a woman, or anyone based on how he was acting. At first, he wanted to kiss, but I really wasn't there for that, and he had pretty bad breath, so after a few seconds of light kissing, I pulled away, and told him to get his dick out. He turned his back to me, at least as well as he could in the cramped confines of the car we were in, and after he fumbled around with his pants for a little bit, he had his dick out and started to jack off. I was definitely very turned on by the whole situation.
I could actually feel my pussy start to get wet as I watched this young man, who again was pretty much a total stranger, work to get his dick hard. It was a bit of a surprise when he did manage to get to what I assume was full mast, because it was only about four or five inches long, which can't have been much more than it was totally flaccid. I was surprised, because my husband, is about four or five inches long flaccid, but when he's fully erect, his cock is right around eight inches long, and significantly thicker than any other man I have ever been with, but he always says "it's about average". I guess he doesn't have the experience with other cocks that I have, because I have learned since then, that "average" was actually pretty small. That being said, I was still really turned on, and just wanted to get it inside of me.
I figured he was pretty well warmed up, so I turned him around, and got down on the floor of the car. I wanted to make sure we were actually at full length, because I didn't know how many opportunities, I would have to try this strange dick, so I started to blow him. Now, I don't like giving blowjobs, and I'm probably not great at it, but there was something extra hot about sucking on this stranger's prick in the backseat of the car my husband bought me. So, I kept at it for a few minutes and played with his balls for good measure. Not wanting things to end before the main event, I stopped, and got back up onto the seat next to him.
He started to kneed at my breasts in an inexperienced way, that while it did get me even hotter, actually hurt quite a bit. I rushed to unbutton my jeans, and slide them down. My panties slid with them, until the crotch, which was soaked at this point, actually got caught, and they tuned inside out. I had to peel them lose, and quickly kicked them off with my pants in a heap on the floor. I told him to warm me up, despite definitely not needing it. He tried to start fingering me, but the angle was bad, and his fingers were short and skinny, so it was not doing it for me. I told him to go down on me, but that was a mistake, because he was terrible. He just kept licking my outer lips, couldn't find my clit, and was apparently too scared to go inside, so after a few minutes of the worst head I have ever received, I stopped him, and told him I was ready.
He got back up on the seat next to me, and I straddled his lap. He said he couldn't get any condoms, I just assumed he had been too embarrassed to get them at the store, as they wouldn't exactly have been magnums. I didn't care though, for one thing, I was on the pill, so it's not like I was going to get pregnant, and for another, there was no way this virgin had an STD, so I had no worries. Plus, a huge part of what was making me so horny, was the thought of his cum filling up my married pussy. His prick was pointed straight up at me, so I lowered myself down onto it. I was a little disappointed by the size, but it was still a dick, and more importantly, it was new. I began slowly easing myself up and lowering down onto it to get warmed back up, and after a while I was pretty wet again. Unfortunately, he was having trouble keeping it up. After doing this for a while, he was semi flaccid again. I quickly hopped off, and sucked him into my mouth again. I circled my tongue around his shaft, and licked his head, all while squeezing his balls gently. I managed to get him hard again, or close to it, so I quickly hopped back on and started to ride a little more aggressively. Just as it was starting to feel good, he was soft again.
I asked him if something was wrong, and he just said he was nervous. I scooted my ass back a little and his prick slid out of me. This time I just reached down and started to give him a hand job. I alternated between pulling on it, and rubbing it on my pussy, which was still fairly wet. This time, when I managed to get him hard again, I quickly slid it back in my pussy and started to buck wildly, this was taking too long, and at this point I just wanted it to be over. It took maybe three minutes of this pace before he grabbed my hips, and started to thrust up into me, wildly, and sloppily. I could tell what was happening, so I reached down under my ass, and grabbed a hold of his balls. They were tense, and I could tell he was cumming, so I grabbed hold and gave them a hard squeeze.
He groaned, and held his pelvis hard against mine as what I imagine was a weeks-worth of cum was emptied into my married cunt. I sat there for a bit, letting him catch his breath, before his softening prick slid out of me, followed by a small pool of cum. I poke a finger in it, gave it a lick, winked at him, and said thanks. Then, just because I knew I had control of the situation, I pulled his boxers back up, right over his dirty dick, and the pool of cum. I pulled his skinny jeans back up from his knees, and buttoned them over his underwear, and gave him a light slap on the dick, and said it was time to get home. I grabbed my wadded pants and panties off the floor, and slid them back on over my messy pussy. I had come nowhere close to cumming, but was very aroused, and thought the whole thing had been incredibly hot.
I dropped him back off at his apartment, and headed for home. It was after midnight on a Friday night, but I hoped I would find my husband awake on the couch so I could get a quick fuck and a little much needed release. Unfortunately, he was already asleep in bed, so I decided to just take a shower instead. While I was in the shower, I masturbated remembering what I had just done. I felt guilty for sure, but it was so hot and wrong, I knew I had to do it again. While I was getting close to orgasming, I thought, just for a moment about my husband giving me head. Slowly licking up my crack before settling on my clit for a few seconds, and then plunging his tongue as deep as possible into my eager cunt. And then I pictured my new friend emptying his balls into that same married pussy, and I knew what I had to do. Next time, I was bringing home a present for my hubby. After all, he was such a good guy, he deserved a little something for all his work.
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This story is chapter 2 of my first affair from my current marriage. If you have not read part one, I recommend going back, and reading it before continuing this story, as there are a lot of details in part one, that are important to understanding this story. However, in short, my name is Alex, I am 28 years old, 5'2", 120 lbs., I have small perky tits, and a great ass. I am married and a mother of three, and several years ago, I cheated on my husband with a guy that I worked with. As this is not a work of fantasy, don't expect the perfectly erotic, understand I am describing things as they actually happened, not as I wish they would have happened. In fact, now, I wish they had not happened at all.
It had been a few weeks since my first encounter with Tom. I was still extraordinarily excited over the events of that night, not because it would have been memorable on its own, or because the sex was great, but in reality, it was the wrongness of my actions that made me hot. Knowing that I had broken every rule of my marriage, and that I had done it with a guy that I worked with pretty much every day. In my head, the fantasy only expanded with time. I chalked up his poor performance to nerves and inexperience, and I was sure that he would drastically improve over time, so I looked forward to our next "date".
At this time, I continued to have sex with my husband, mostly to keep up appearances and make sure he didn't get too suspicious, but I started to feel angry with him all the time. Any little thing he did or said would set me off, and I would just add it to my reasons for cheating on him. Of course, years later, and even now, I understand that it wasn't him I was angry at, and what I was feeling was guilt, but at the time, I did not understand that, and so all of this drove me forward, right onto the dicks of other men.
I continued my flirting and overt sexual conversations with Tom at work, but I also stepped up my general sluttiness. I flirted with pretty much anyone who would give me the time of day, which was a lot of guys, as this was a factory, and that type of work, seems to attract a certain sort. However, I found that most of the guys wanted to go no further than flirting. As I would bring up sexually explicit conversation topics, most would politely nod, and then avoid me, and a few would say something along the lines of, "No offense, but I'm married," and then explain that they didn't feel comfortable talking this way when they were in some sort of a committed relationship. Now, years later, I actually commend them for being stronger than I was, and remaining loyal, but at the time, these guys just added to my contempt for "loyalty". I was horny, and willing to pursue sexual pleasure at nearly any cost, and I wanted that to be true for everyone around me.
So, despite my wide net I had attempted to cast, for now, only Tom remained as a "lover" for me. Not that screwing around with him didn't excite me enough. Now that we had experienced sex together, our conversations grew bolder and more explicit, which had the effect of actually getting my physically wet at work several times. I found as many opportunities as I could to make physical contact with him. I especially like rubbing my ass up against him, whenever I could find an excuse, and a couple of times, when no one was looking I would rub the front of his pants to find his hard prick, and then I would grind my ass on it. Of course, these opportunities were few and far apart, as there were a lot of people working there. And Tom, did not want to get caught and lose his job, so even when I would suggest trying something a little more daring at work, he would always shoot it down, and say, "Not at work."
I was annoyed that we couldn't screw around on a more regular basis, as that would have been a major advantage of having my "lover" be someone from work. But we started to plan our second date. He didn't want me over at his place, and I certainly couldn't have him at mine. I suggested a hotel, but he said he didn't want to spend the money on a room if we couldn't stay overnight. So, I decided to try to get an overnight stay with him.
I went home to my husband that night and brought up the topic of me staying at a friend's house overnight that Friday for a group party. I realize how silly this sounds now, as a married adult with children, but at the time, I thought it was a pretty good excuse for not being home at night. However, this must have set off some red flags for my husband, as he immediately shot it down. He said he didn't have a problem with me going to the party, and spending time with my friends, but didn't think it was right that I would be staying the night at some stranger's house. He didn't seem suspicious of my intentions, it more seemed like he was worried about my safety. This of course, pissed me off, because not only did I want to have an overnight fuck session with Tom, where I would hopefully be able to get him to calm down and perform a little better, but I again felt incredibly guilty about the lies and cheating, and that made me even angrier at him. I tried to play it cool, and said I probably wouldn't go then, in an attempt to guilt my husband into changing his mind, but it didn't work. Neither of us brought it up again.
When Friday rolled around, Tom and I agreed that another quick "date" would be all we could pull off, so we planed for me to pick him up again and this time we were going to go to a movie. When I got home after work, I quickly showered, shaved, and got ready for my date. When my husband got home with the kids, he greeted me, and asked if I wanted to go out with the kids, and get something to eat. I got mad at him, and wondered if he had some sort of sixth-sense at cock blocking, but I just told him he could do whatever he wants, but I was going to a movie with my friend, Ashley. My husband then asked which one, and when I told him it was rated R, he offered to see if his mom could watch the girls and said he would like to see the movie too. I then started to get nervous that my plans were all going to be ruined, and so I started to lay on the guilt. I told him I just wanted to spend some time with my friends, and get a little alone time, and said that I spend all of my time at work, or with my family, so I should be able to get a little time to myself. He agreed, and said to have fun, and that he would stay home and do some fun stuff with the kids.
I felt guilty as I dressed up, put on my makeup and left, but nowhere near what I should have been feeling. I should have cancelled the "date", and stayed home and had fun with my family, but I didn't. I didn't even say goodbye as I walked out the door. I met Tom out front at his apartment, and he hopped in the car. I drove to the theatre, as we didn't have long before it started. We talked a little on the way, but it wasn't a long ride, and I was pretty upset, but didn't want to show it. Now, the theatre in our town is pretty big, and has those leather recliners with the foldable center console so it can kind of act like a couch. And its pretty cool in there, so its not uncommon for people to bring blankets. Well, that's just what we did. My husband's brother worked at the theatre at the time, so I knew I would have to be careful. Me and Tom went in separately and met in the theatre. We cuddled up under the blanket and waited for the movie to begin.
As the previews played and the theatre began to fill up, my anger was residing and my horniness was increasing. There were not that many people in the theatre, and no one directly around us, so I leaned over to Tom's ear and whispered that we should get started. He nervously placed his hand on my thigh, and even this slight contact was enough to get me going. I expected him to work his hand up and get to work, but he was either too nervous, or didn't know what to do. So, I knew I had to kickstart the action. I unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down to my knees, and was just sitting there in my silky black panties, under the blanket of course. I then pulled his hand up, and placed it on my panty clad pussy. I could feel the wetness down there, so I knew he must as well. He began to play with me, slowly at first, but building as he went. Again, it seemed like he didn't have a lot of experience, because he was mostly just rubbing on top of my lips, occasionally switching direction to run his finger up my slit, and then back down again.
This went on for maybe fifteen to twenty minutes, and I won't lie, even though it wasn't the best technical display of skills, it was still highly erotic to have someone who wasn't my husband stroking my pussy through my panties in such a public space. However, I was getting pretty aroused and either needed to stop, or to escalate before I started to get tender and too sore to continue. I preferred escalation, so I yet again, grabbed his hand, and placed it right on my vagina underneath my panties. He started to rub again like he was before, but I told him to focus on my clit. He fumbled around for a minute or two before I realized he definitely did not know where to find a clit, so I reached in, grabbed his hand, and placed his forefinger directly on top of my clit. I whispered to him, "See this little hard ball feeling thing, that is a clit, just rub that." I hoped I didn't sound to upset, but he began to work away at my bean rubbing pretty furiously, until I was ready to explode. I made him stop, as I really didn't know if I could hold in the noise much longer. I then told him to go inside me.
At first, I think he thought I meant sex, as he unbuttoned his pants, and in one pull, had his cock out. I then clarified that I just wanted him to finger me, but I offered to give him a handjob while he did. We both then slid our underwear down to our knees, and started working on each other. He started to finger me, which felt good, although his fingers were not very impressive in length or girth, so I think he got more out of it than I did. This went on for most of the movie, which we were not paying attention to. Suddenly, he got really close to me, and whispered into my ear that he was about to cum. I didn't want to make my movie blanket all crusty, so I quickly pushed him away from my vagina, and went underneath the blanket. It was dark, but I could make out the outline of his penis sticking straight up, and glistening with a lot of pre cum. So, I leaned over, laid down on his lap, and started to lick his shaft. Once I had that cleaned up, I started sucking the head of his prick. I couldn't fit my hand on it, with it in my mouth, in fact, I could easily fit the entire length in my mouth any kind of swish my tongue around on it.
But I didn't want to waste much time, so after sucking his entire prick for a minute or two, I pulled my mouth off till it was just the head in my mouth. I then jerked him off with my thumb and forefinger right into my mouth. When he started to cum, I switched back to just sucking, and pulled the whole thing into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and tried to push me further down onto his dick, but that was just physically not possible as I had the entire thing in my mouth already. I just sucked until he was done cumming, then swallowed his whole load. And I learned two things, one was that even though I didn't like oral, and previously couldn't stand cum, that there was something so erotic about it, that I was developing a taste for it. And two, small pricks can shoot just as much cum as big ones, because I got a mouthful. I then licked his shaft clean, and pulled his pants and underwear back up. I then pulled my panties and pants back up, buttoned them up, and watched the rest of the movie.
When the movie was done, we quickly separated, and I left first, and he followed a few minutes later. We met back at my car, and waited for the crowd to thin out. Once there were no more people milling around in the movie theatre parking lot, we pulled out of our spot, and drove across the street into an old strip mall parking lot that was empty, and dark. I found the most secluded area and shut the car off. Tom didn't seem to interested in continuing, as he had already blown his load once tonight, but I said I wasn't done yet, and that I needed to have actual sex to get my money's worth for the night. We climbed into the back, and got to work.
I started things off as it was getting late, and I needed to get home. So, I unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them all the way off, quickly followed by his briefs. I then did the same to myself, shuffling out of my skinny jeans, and sliding my silky panties to the floor. He was completely flaccid, but didn't seem uninterested. So, to get things going I recommended, trying to 69. I knew it would be cramped, but we were both pretty short, so it actually worked out pretty well. He laid down on his back, and I straddled his face, and laid across his body to get to his dick. He tentatively started to lick my pussy, which was not great, but I was still aroused, and didn't need much. He however did. I watched his dick and played with it a little as he started to lick my cunt, and I could see it begin to stir. So, I knew there was a chance. I leaned down, and sucked it into my waiting mouth, and began to aggressively give the best head I knew how. I could feel him hardening until I knew I had him all the way up, and as I popped my mouth off his prick, it stood erect, and I would guess was nearly five inches from groin to tip. I slid off his mouth, and dragged my pussy against his flat stomach until it was resting in front of his dick. I reached down, and popped it into my little snatch, and just like that, we were fucking.
I was riding reverse cowgirl, and normally when I do this, I like to bounce my ass up and down on it, like I'm twerking, but when I tried that with Tom, he kept slipping out, so I just held my ass slightly above his groin, and told him to start pounding. Which he did. He started to zip in and out at a pretty impressive speed, and I could feel an orgasm building in my stomach. He then suddenly stopped, as he was out of breath. I didn't want to lose the momentum, so I spun around, and rode him cowgirl. I started to grind away at his prick, which was still rock hard. I was happy, as it seemed he had conquered his nerves, and was keeping it up like a champ. But then, all of the sudden he started to get soft again, just like last time. I didn't stop though, I just kept grinding away, and got nearer and nearer to climax. Tom announced that he was about to cum, and I told him to hold it in until I was done. I could see him concentrating, but it was no use. He blew his load inside me, but I kept grinding as I felt his cock soften and pop out, followed by a mess of cum. I just kept sliding up and down on him, until finally I worked out a small weak orgasm.
Now, fun fact, I am in fact a squirter. That being said, I don't do it every time I orgasm, only specific kinds, and only really strong ones at that. This was not that type of orgasm. I did "cum" a little bit, and that was helped by the fact that he had just came inside me, so when I clenched up for my orgasm, it pushed pretty much everything out, right onto his lap. I kept sliding around on his soft cock, until I was getting a little too tender to continue, and stopped. We were a mess. I carefully got off of him, and told him to hold still. We had some wet wipes in the car, so I cleaned myself up as good as I could. I was about to start wiping him up too, before I remembered my plan from last time. I wanted to secretly feed my husband cum, but that was obviously not going to work, because pretty much everything had already leaked out of me, and I had just wiped my pussy clean. So, my plans ruined, I decided to clean Tom up a different way. I put my panties and pants back on, and kneeled down on the floor, and started to lick up the mess. I swallowed as I went, and licked his stomach clean first, before moving on to his groin and finally his penis. I sucked and licked it, and even sucked his balls for a while, before I was satisfied that he was totally clean. Afterwards, I helped him put his briefs and pants back on, and just like last time, gave him a soft pat on the groin, and said thanks.
I drove him back to his apartment, and before he got out, he said that he had to tell me something. He had recently started dating someone, and that he really liked her. I was immediately pissed, and it felt like he was cheating on me. It's not lost on me now how absurd this was, but I was mad and betrayed. He assured me that we could keep up our "relationship" and that nothing had to change. I just said goodnight, and drove home. On the way home, I stewed and brooded about how betrayed I felt, and realized that I had a readily available source of revenge waiting at home for me. So, I sped home as fast as possible.
When I got there, I quickly parked the car, and went inside. It was about 11:00pm, so I figured my husband would be asleep, but I was surprised to find him awake on the couch, watching TV. He paused the TV, and looked up at me as I walked in. I immediately noticed he had cleaned the house, and everything looked great. He told me he had put the kids to bed at their bedtime, and that they were asleep already. I was literally overcome with guilt for what I had done that night, and also anger. Mostly anger at Tom, for "cheating" on me, but also anger at my husband for not catching me, and ironically for being thoughtful and loving. I decided the best course of action was sex. I dropped down to my knees in front of him, and pulled his cock out of his shorts, and realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. I held it for a second or two, looking at it, and appreciated it like I hadn't for quite some time. It was about five inches long soft, like it was, but still very thick, and his heavy balls hung down behind it. After admiring it for a few seconds, I pulled it into my mouth, and started to suck. I think he was surprised, as I normally didn't freely offer head, but he got hard pretty quick. It tasted clean, as if he had just taken a shower, and before long he was rock hard and leaking precum. I pulled my head up, and looked back down at it, and now it was the cock I remembered. Probably a little over eight inches long, and thick enough around that I couldn't touch my thumb and forefinger at any point on the shaft.
I stood up, and pulled him to the bedroom by it. When we got in our room, he offered to go down on me, but I said I wanted to get right to it. So, I pushed him down onto the bed, and pulled my bra and shirt off over my head. I then shifted out of my pants, and panties, and kicked them off towards the door. I then leaned in and kissed him, full on the lips, and he complained that my mouth tasted like cum, and reminded me that he didn't like kissing me after I blew him. This sent me over the top, and I pounced on the bed, and slowly eased myself down onto him. This was not hard, as I was soaking wet at this point, but my pussy still felt stretched from it, after being used to Tom's cock. I was riding cowgirl, so I pulled my ass up till just the tip was in me, then I reached behind us with me phone and took a picture. I made sure it showed the whole thing, and it was perfect. I could see my husband's entire cock sticking out of my wet cunt, which was stretched around the head, and I could actually see a little line of cum leaking out on his shaft. Satisfied with my picture, I put my phone away, and rode him hard. I went for a few minutes until I could feel an orgasm building deep in my stomach. I hammered away until I couldn't take it any longer, and exploded on him.
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This story is chapter three of my retelling of the events that detail my first affair from my current marriage. If you have not read parts 1 and 2, I recommend doing so before reading this one, as it will make a lot more sense that way. But, just in case you don't feel like it, my name is Alex, I am 28, and several years ago, I engaged in a sexual affair with a coworker. We hooked up twice in a short period of time, and at the end of our last "date", Tom (my coworker) informed me that he was now seeing someone else, but that he was still open to continuing our "relationship". This chapter will describe our last "date", and the end of this affair.
After sending the photo to Tom, I received no response that night, nor any messages for the rest of the weekend. I was a little worried that I had gone too far, and that he would break things off with me, or worse, would expose me. He had enough "dirt" on me to cause some serious problems after all. We had hundreds, if not thousands of sexually explicit messages that he could use against me, not to mention a few dozen extremely graphic photos and videos he had of me. I realized that I had virtually no control over what happened next. He could spread all of this around work, and soon everyone would know what I was doing, or he could send it all directly to my husband, and that would really screw things up for me. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been. Not only had I given him all he needed to ruin my life, but then I had taunted him and sent that photo to embarrass him. Needless to say, I did not have a great weekend.
When I returned to work on Monday, some of my fears were assuaged. No one mentioned anything out of the ordinary. There were no sideways remarks, in fact, not even any stray glances. I was fairly sure that no one knew anything. I didn't see Tom at all that day, or even most of the week, as we were being scheduled in different parts of the plant, so we were not working together. On Friday of that week, we were in the same area, but had no time to talk at all, so I didn't get my chance to see what the situation really was. On my break, I texted him to see if he was mad, and he responded, saying that he wasn't. Just for good measure, I went to the bathroom, and snapchatted a picture of my tits to him, and captioned it "I'm Sorry." He opened it, but never responded. Later that night, I texted him some more, but he didn't even open the messages. Another long weekend of worry would pass, but on Monday, we were scheduled on the same line again. I quickly took the opportunity to get some answers.
I asked him why it seemed like he was avoiding me, and didn't respond to my snap, and wouldn't text me back at night. This is where Tom would inform me that now that he had a girlfriend, he didn't have time to talk to me outside of work, and he didn't want to risk his girlfriend finding out about me, because he actually liked her. This actually hurt a lot to hear, and I know its probably just the narcissist in me, but I thought he liked me. I knew that I was basically using him for quick sexual satisfaction, but I actually thought that I was more than that for him. I acted like I was fine with that, and said that we'd keep it casual, but for a while there, I started to avoid him, hoping that if I backed off, he would chase me. Unfortunately, he did not. In fact, it was like he flipped a switch, and was back to being a casual workplace acquaintance. We barely talked, and when we did, it was just casual workplace small talk. He never took it any further, and when I tried to, he would not engage. The only thing I could still get away with was physical contact, so every once in a while, I would brush up against him with my ass, or bend over in front of him, and I would even reach for his prick from time to time. This, he would still let me get away with, but it seemed like everything else was over.
Things went on like this for the better part of two months, and during this time, I would meet someone new at work. His name was Eric. He was new there, and so he didn't know much about me, so I was able to play innocent. I talked to him, and at first, he was very friendly, and just came off as a nice guy who wanted to make me laugh and smile. And I played the innocent young wife without much experience. He took the bait, and before long, I was diving headlong into my second workplace affair, the one that would be both far better and far worse than the first. But, that's a story for another day, for now, suffice it to say that I had given Tom a lot of room, and occupied my time elsewhere for a couple months.
Tom was still dating the same girl, and things seemed like they were getting serious, and he even managed to get her a job there. I got to know her a little bit, but backed off before getting too friendly. For one thing, I was a little jealous of the attention she got, as not only was she cute, but she had bigger tits than me, and didn't have a reputation for being a whore, so most of the guys actually paid attention to her. But much worse than that, she never gave any of them the time of day. Tom was all she needed; she wouldn't even flirt back. She was never rude, or caused a scene, but she clearly had boundaries that she wouldn't cross. I hated her so much for that. She was everything that I wasn't. She was loyal, she got lots of attention, she had bigger perkier tits than me, but most of all, she seemed very happy. I was not happy. I had a husband at home who loved me, and made plenty of money, enough in fact that he suggested that I didn't even need to work anymore. We lived in a nice big apartment in a good neighborhood, we had two new cars, and two happy and healthy kids, but it wasn't enough. I even had two lovers at work, and so on top of what I got at home, I could count on other men to fill my needs, and various holes elsewhere, but I was not happy. So, I wanted her to not be happy. That would make me happy.
I decided the obvious route was to schedule another "date" with Tom. I was a little nervous, mostly because my other lover, Eric, was jealous of anything I did with anyone other than him, including my husband. He would mock me, and threaten me if he thought I was screwing around with anyone else. On top of that, my husband was definitely starting to suspect something was going on, as I was beginning to struggle to hold all the lies together, and more than once, some evidence had slipped through. But I wasn't going to let any of this stop me, as I had essentially decided that I was going to get what I wanted, no matter the consequences.
I walked right up to Tom the next day at work, and without warning I grabbed his prick through his pants and kissed him full on the mouth. He immediately jumped back and looked around to see if anyone had seen. Once he was satisfied that no one had, he got close to me, and asked what the hell was wrong with me. He was pissed, not only had I broken his not at work rule, but now I was risking it where his girlfriend could find out. I wasted no time, and made my intentions clear. That night, he and I were going to meet up, and screw each other's brains out. We were going to do what I wanted when I wanted, and for as long as I wanted. He objected at first, saying that he was going on a date with his girlfriend, but I threatened to send her all the messages between the two of us, as well as the photos I had of he and I having sex. He begged me not to, and even offered me money to leave him alone, but I refused. So, he pretended to be sick, went home early, and cancelled his date under the same pretense.
That night, as I was getting ready to leave, my husband asked to talk to me. I told him I didn't have much time, but he insisted. He told me flat out that he knew something was going on, and that it needed to stop. I played dumb, and acted like I had no idea what he was talking about. He said that I knew exactly what he was talking about, and when I looked in his eyes, there was no doubt there. He was certain that I was lying to him, and I think he even knew I was leaving then and there to have sex with another man. I stuck to my guns. I played innocent, and said nothing at all was going on, and told him we could talk when I got home. When he didn't say anything, I promised to make it up to him when I got back, and I left. I didn't take the direct route to Tom's house, because I was worried my husband might be following me. When I got near Tom's apartment, he was waiting at the end of the street, so I just stopped and he quickly jumped in. I leaned over to kiss him, but he said "not here."
We drove out into the country to a little park that I had been to for a similar purpose before. When I parked the car, Tom started to talk, and told me that he didn't want to continue our relationship anymore, but I wasn't prepared to listen any more. I told him that either we got started, or he gets out, and I send everything to his girlfriend. Reluctantly, he got into the backseat, and I followed. Clearly, he wanted to get this over with, so he pulled his sweats down, and quickly followed up with his briefs. Despite how disinterested he was acting, and how much he had protested, there he was, half naked in my car, with his prick hard and already leaking pre cum. This is where I learned that men can hate you, or at least want nothing to do with you, but their dick will betray them. I leaned towards him, and sucked his dick into my mouth. The precum was salty, and tasted much stronger than I remembered it tasting before. I sucked for a while, before quickly shedding my yoga pants and wet panties. I then slid across the seat, and picked up his left leg to get in between them. He got up a little off the seat, and I got underneath him. With him straddling my lap, I reached down and popped the tip of his hard prick into my waiting snatch. I then started to pound him.
Now, normally, I want to be very submissive. I want a man that will take charge, and do all the work. I pretty much always make it seem like I am disinterested, and that I am doing them a favor, but I could tell that if Tom got his way, he wouldn't be here with me at all, so I knew I was going to have to do everything. It was pretty hard to keep a steady rhythm because his dick wasn't very long, and the position we were using was not conducive to that fact, but I made it work. I slammed my groin into his over and over again as I worked myself towards an orgasm, and from the feeling I had already, it was the best one I had had with him yet. I reached down, and started to rub my clit with three fingers, occasionally sliding one in with his dick as I smashed against it. I'm guessing that his distraction and apparent distaste for my company was helping him hold off, as he had not cum yet, even though we were going harder and faster than we ever have before. I rubbed furiously against my clit until it was on fire. I felt like I was dying from the shockwaves that were spreading up my body and down my legs as I reached a pretty intense clitoral orgasm. I slowed my pace as I wanted to savor the orgasm before continuing, but Tom had other ideas. Right as I slowed my pace, he grabbed my hips, and started thrusting hard into me. I was pretty sore, and the angle was resulting in a lot of pressure against my pelvic bone, but he wasn't stopping. He slammed away angrily at me for perhaps a minute or two before I felt him tense up, and grunt with three hard slams into my aching pussy, he emptied his load into me.
I normally like to sit for a bit after a guy cums in my, but this time, I did not get what I wanted. After his third hard stroke into me, he shoved me off his dick and I slammed into the other side of the car. I was both worried that I was in physical danger, and turned on by how assertive he suddenly was. I waited for him to continue either way, but when I looked over, he had a phone open, and was scrolling and tapping the screen. I assumed he was quickly trying to catch up with his girlfriend and cover his tracks. I sat up and asked if he was ready for round two, but he suddenly tossed the phone to me. It was my phone. He must have grabbed it from behind me when he took over. He had deleted our whole conversation, and wiped all the photos and videos I had of the two of us. He had even removed his phone number and his girlfriend's phone number from my phone. He then told me that we were done, and he never wanted to talk to me again. I threatened to tell his girlfriend everything, even without the proof. He just continued to put his clothes back on, and told me that he had already told her everything, and that she knew exactly where he was right now. I started to get scared about what was going to happen, and if he was going to betray me and tell my husband.
Tom then explained that he had long since deleted everything I had ever sent him, as the whole affair disgusted him. He admitted that the reason he had struggled to perform on our first two dates was because of the guilt that he felt having sex with someone else's wife. He was horny, and wasn't getting any, so he went along with it, but every time he saw my face, he would almost instantly go soft because he knew I was married. That's why he always tried to do it in really dark places, or have me facing away from him whenever we touched each other. Tom told me that when he started dating his girlfriend, the thought of cheating on her physically made him sick to his stomach, and that's why he was trying to avoid me. Everything made sense to me now, and I felt the worst I had ever felt up to that point. Some guy who had just started dating someone was a hundred times more loyal to her than I was to my husband, and I was never anything more to him than a literal cum dumpster. That's why he never wanted me at his house, why he never wanted to spend any money on me, and why when the moment came that he found someone better, he was prepared to pretend I had never existed. I yelled at him to get out of my car, and he just smirked and opened the door. There was his girlfriend, standing next to her car, holding her phone recording him getting out of the car, and me still sitting in the back seat, half naked with cum leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy.
She walked up to the car, and told me if I ever brought my whore ass anywhere near her boyfriend again, that she would send that video to everyone she could, including my husband. I tried to call her bluff, saying she wouldn't know how to contact him, but apparently Tom had taken his number from my phone, so they both had it now. I knew it was over. I was a stupid whore who had risked everything in my life for some mediocre sex on the side, and all I got out of it was shame, guilt, anger, and embarrassment. Well, all of that and a few orgasms, but it doesn't come close to leveling out. As they drove away, I closed the door, and got dressed. I had no idea what to do, other than to drive home. Seeing as that was obviously going to be my last encounter with Tom, and how I was still horny, I consoled myself knowing that at least I could feed my hubby a secret creampie when I got home. I thought about that all the way home, and by the time I was pulling into our driveway, I was pretty well worked up at the thought. I had planned it all out. I was going to walk in, he'd be sitting there on the couch. I'd walk up to him, pull his pants down, suck his cock a little bit, and then we would sixty-nine. And, if he noticed a strange flavor, I would just say I was really horny, after all, that had worked before.
When I opened the door, my plans were immediately ruined. He was sitting there on the couch all right, and on the other couch were sitting my parents. The people I had claimed I was visiting tonight. My mom had clearly been crying, and my dad looked equal parts ashamed, disappointed, and pissed. My husband was the worst though. He didn't have any emotion at all on his face. He didn't look mad, or sad. He certainly wasn't crying. He just looked as though he was completely done with me. And that's when I felt it. The feeling that my entire stomach had dropped down out of me, and that I was falling backwards down a long black endless hole. I fainted.
When I came to, my husband and father were picking me up, and putting me on the couch. I had no idea what to expect. But my husband quickly solved that. He explained that he had called my parents after I was gone for a few hours because I wasn't answering my phone. They had explained to him that they hadn't seen me in a little over two weeks, and asked why he thought I would be there, and he told them that I had told him that I was visiting them, and would be staying for dinner. After that, they knew something was wrong, and offered to come over right away. By the time I got home, my husband had filled them in on pretty much everything he knew. That I was leaving home regularly, and they verified that there were two other times that I said I was going to be with them when I was not.
My husband kicked me out that night. He said he was done with the lies and obvious cheating, and said he didn't even want to look at me. The pain I felt when I heard that last part is how I knew that neither of my affairs had ever meant anything to me, and that I had just lost the only man I had actually ever loved. I packed a bag, and went to stay at my parents' house. They of course were very upset with me, and made it clear that if I continued any of these actions that they would toss me out on my ear in a heartbeat. On the way to their house, as they lectured me, I just silently cried, and watched my phone, hoping to see any message from my husband. Then, right as we were pulling into my parents' driveway, I got a text notification. I opened the phone, hoping to see my husband's name. It was Eric, no flirting, no picture, just a simple five-word text, "I know what you did."
I couldn't handle it. I just shut my phone off, walked inside, dropped onto the couch, and cried myself to sleep. It wasn't until the next morning that I realized that I hadn't given my children a single thought when I was leaving. I had totally forgotten about them until just then. And, as I got ready to go to work, I just pictured my husband and kids sitting down at the table eating breakfast, like every morning, and I couldn't remember the last time I had stopped to eat with them instead of rushing to work. Now, all i wanted was to go back and undo everything. To appreciate what I had, to cherish my children and family life, and to love my husband and only him. But it was just too late.
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