20 Years of Infidelity

Just over 20 years ago I was married to a great guy only 8 months after meeting him. I was 23 and he was 44. We met at work where I was a part-time office temp. My above average height and slender build caught his eye and he wasn't bad looking either. Some of the girls in the office told me he'd come sniffing around their skirts so I figured our relationship was purely sexual. I wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination going into our relationship. Our sex was great and satisfying. He was born into money and had the means to wine and dine me like no other boyfriend had before. Surprised the hell out of me that he proposed marriage and I'm not sure to this day if I loved him then. Maybe it was the money, maybe because I was lonely, but I did know I had fun with him. I accepted. If all he was looking for was arm candy for his company parties I was ready to be arm candy.
A brief honeymoon and I was in a whirlwind of getting moved and settled into a new house and life. My new 16 year old stepson helped enormously and since summer vacation had just started we had plenty of time to redecorate and paint the walls something other than the white that was throughout the house.
It was only a month after returning from our honeymoon that I got a call from a friend I'd made at work telling me my new husband was already in a relationship with another girl at his office. I've never been the jealous type but, dammit, he could have at least waited until the shine on our wedding rings had worn off. I'd been so pre-occupied with making the house feel a little more homey that I really hadn't noticed that our sex life had already taken a dive. Our four to five times a week had already become a once a weekend thing.
I thought hard about my options. It wouldn't take much to have evidence of his infidelity and file for divorce with a nice monetary settlement. But, as I said, I was way far from being a virgin going into this. I had a huge new house. Nice car. A new family. New friends. New credit cards! (LOL) I was happy with the way things were. If my husband needed new conquests to make him happy... Fuck it, as long as he didn't bring home any STDs, I could live with it.
The one thing I couldn't live with was the fact that our once-a-week sex dropped to once or twice a month. I was a healthy, young woman and by the time my stepson was into his second month of junior year, I was horny as hell and masturbation just wasn't cutting it any more. I thought about having an affair but just hadn't worked up the courage yet. I still hadn't made up my mind when one evening I was bringing the fresh laundry to my stepson's bedroom.
Changing the sheets on his bed I found a girly-magazine under his mattress. I was sitting on the bed admiring the airbrushed perfection of the girls when a very embarrassed 16 year old (I'll call my stepson Jason) walked in and caught me. Hell, I was probably as embarrassed as Jason was. I'd never thought about having a bird-and-the-bees talk with a 16 year old. I told him it was perfectly normal for him to look at the beautiful women in magazines and masturbate. This was before the explosion of internet information and I could tell he had questions. I asked him if we could be any MORE embarrassed and to ask anything he wanted. We ended up having a pretty frank discussion about sex while sitting on the edge of his bed. Jason admitted he was a virgin and I told him I'd buy him rubbers if he swore to use them if given the opportunity. We both laughed when I told him 24 was way to young for me to be any kind of grandmother.
I told Jason I would respect his privacy but from now on HE had to change his bed linens. I also told him not to expect air-brushed perfection from girls as I gave him back his magazine. I can still hear him shyly saying, "You're not airbrushed but you're still pretty perfect." I'm still 5'10" tall and my body is still slender but back then it still had the toned beauty of youth. I'd caught Jason looking at my 34B-23-35 body when I'd been in a bikini swimming in the pool in the backyard but had always just shrugged it off as I would any healthy k** looking at me. Men had been staring at me since I'd turned 14 and I'd always liked being good looking enough for men to stare. I laughed and thanked him then leaned over to give him a quick kiss. But as I moved away he moved with me and the quick kiss I had planned for turned into anything but. After a moment, I was kissing back just as eagerly as Jason.
I could tell Jason wanted to move beyond a kiss but he was as unsure as I was whether or not to. My own lack of good, satisfying sex decided things as I took his hand on my waist and placed it on my breast. After that Jason's hands were all over my body. Grabbing my ass and squeezing my tits, it was like I was 16 again in the backseat of my boyfriend's Mustang. It was like he had six hands and they were all on my body everywhere... Everywhere except my by now wet pussy where I needed rubbing. To give Jason the green light, I put my hand on the stiff cock under his shorts and he was soon rubbing my pussy through my jeans.
I put my head back and moaned as Jason rubbed my pussy harder and faster. I think I would have come even through my jeans if I hadn't begun to realize what my hand was holding. I had one very large cock in my hand! I'd had 7-8 inch cocks before but this felt even larger and was definitely more than average in girth. Horny and now very curious I had Jason lie back on his bed and lift his hips as I stripped his shorts and underwear down to his knees. I straddled his thighs as I stroked that cock to full hardness and got my first good look at my find. That damned cock (I later measured) was 9 inches long and almost as thick as my wrist down towards the base. It tapered towards the tip but even the tip was large and purple as I stroked an amazing amount of pre-cum out to rub over the head. My husband and his ex-wife had made one terrific cock on this boy!
Jason's breaths were quick and ragged as I moved to straddle his ankles so I could lean forward and take his tip in my mouth. Just the head filled my mouth but with no trouble I found I could take another four or five inches. I knew my way around a cock and with experienced mouth and hand action I quickly had Jason on the brink of coming. Given Jason's virginity and youth I hadn't expected him to last long. Though I'd made a number of men come with my mouth and hands, I'd never let any of them come IN my mouth. But I'd brought Jason so close, so fast, to pull away before he came would have been cruel. And I didn't want his first time coming with a woman to be remembered as a mess left on his stomach so I kept sucking on the tip as he groaned, his body stiffened and he came.
Jet after jet of warm cum filled my mouth as Jason's hips drove upwards trying to get more of his cock into my mouth. I moved as he moved to keep him in my mouth and not him choke me or let him slip out while my hand continued to milk every drop of his cum out of that huge cock. Even after Jason was still, I kept sucking on the very tip of his cock as I milked the shaft. Certain I'd gotten the last drop, I lifted my head and saw Jason watching me as I swallowed. I guess I'd always been put off of letting men come in my mouth thinking it was just too gross and slimy. And it was slimy and not all that good tasting. But seeing the lust and satisfaction on Jason's face as I licked my lips, I knew I never let another drop of cum go to waste on a guys stomach.
It's been many years since that afternoon and things blur, but I know I fended Jason off when he wanted more. It was too close to my husband's time to arrive home for anything else but a quickie and Jason's first time with a pussy deserved more than a quickie while watching the clock. Also, despite what had just happened, I still wasn't sure I wanted to make more of this than just one bad decision on my part. Jason was a teenage boy and there was no doubt or hesitation on his part. He wanted sex. Telling him I'd think about what had happened I swore him to secrecy and left to start dinner.
After a quick shower Jason came to the kitchen and began to follow me around. Kissing my lips and neck while squeezing my tits and grabbing my ass. I was getting hot and bothered feeling that big cock pressed up against my ass and had to be pretty stern making him stop and getting him to sit at the table. It was later than usual for my husband to arrive and I called my friend at his work to see if there was a meeting that went long. She told me that he'd left early with his current love fling. That had happened with me often enough that I had a pretty good idea which motel he was at getting some afternoon nookie and then taking a shower before coming home.
Hanging up the phone, I know it was right there and then I knew I was going to have my fun if my husband was going to have his. I was NOT going to be the nice, stay-at-home wife satisfied with two or three times a month sex. I was going to have cock and looking at my stepson I knew where I could get all the cock I wanted.
Thinking about Jason's cock kept me horny and later that night I surprised my husband by sucking him to hardness and then riding him cowgirl style while fingering my clit until we both had come. In the morning I surprised him again by wanting a quicky before breakfast. While my husband was showering I went to the kitchen to make breakfast and had another round of Jason trying to kiss me while grabbing my ass and tits through my robe. Although my pussy was still wet with cum, I couldn't help but get horny again. Telling Jason I was still thinking about having more sex, I got him to sit at the table when we heard the shower cut off.
A little while later Jason left for the bus stop and my husband left for work. Just a few minutes later I heard the sliding door to the porch open and Jason walked in. Telling me that he couldn't stop thinking about what we'd done, he'd hidden until his dad had left. This time when he drew me to him for a kiss I didn't hesitate. After a long, passionate kiss, I led him to his room. Stripping off clothes we fell onto his bed.
Jason was so eager to explore every inch of my body. Getting his first feel of tits and ass not covered by clothing. Sucking on hard nipples for the first time. Telling me how soft my breasts were and marveling at how wet I was when his finger slipped between my outer lips to slide over my clit. I remember wondering what Jason would think if he knew part of that wetness was because of his dad's cum. Not sure what Jason's reaction would have been but it just made me hornier knowing. I'd had eight other lovers before marrying my husband but never had I taken two lovers on the same day. Just the thought of something I'd never done before made me horny, but as horny as I was I was still in control, unlike Jason.
Time after time I had to calm Jason down. Telling him to take his time because I wanted his first time to last a good long time. I told him my first time had been in a car's back seat and had lasted only a few hurried minutes and wasn't all that great. Telling him I wanted him to have better memories for later in life, I made him lie still and took him in my mouth again. Just as before I made him come quickly. After swallowing, I smiled and told him that he'd last longer now. He was young and horny and it didn't take much hand stroking before he was hard again.
Straddling his hips I guided his tip between my lips and began to lower myself onto that wonderful cock inch by inch. He was so ready to get his cock into a pussy that I had to order him not to move and to let me do the work. My, God, thinking about this even after so many years I can remember how full and stretched I felt as I moaned out the words telling him how wonderful it felt. That first feeling of a cock as it splits and fills you is just the best. I'm sure that many women feel the same. Especially if it's a large cock. Sorry, guys, but for me size matters. Jason's big cock felt like I was taking four large fingers up my pussy as I put my hands on his stomach and lowered myself that last inch. Moving my hips to make sure I had every bit inside me I could get.
Jesus Christ! I'd once had a cock almost as long and another cock almost as thick but never had I had one cock this long and this thick at the same time. I was completely filled as my pussy stretched to accommodate him. I must have spent minutes moving my hips slowly just savoring the feeling of fullness I had. When I opened my eyes I saw Jason watching me. I asked him if he liked his first pussy and he told me it was better than he ever thought it would feel. Leaning down to kiss him I felt that cock moving inside me and couldn't stop moaning again and again as he moved me to suck on my tits. Every movement making his cock move inside me.
When Jason grabbed my hips and began thrusting hard and fast upwards I made him calm down and move slower. Telling Jason that I wanted him to last a good long time, I took charge and rose up to seat his cock deep inside me again. I commanded Jason not to move and just watch and enjoy as I began moving my hips while reaching down to finger my clit.
I can't orgasm with just a cock moving in me. I need clit stimulation and something inside me before I can have a satisfying orgasm. On my back with one hand moving a dildo in my pussy while my other hand pressed a vibrator around my clit made me cum with fireworks when masturbating. Cowgirl position is my most satisfying for when I want an orgasm with a man. I can finger my clit easily in cowgirl and control the movement of the cock inside me. I definitely had something inside me. Something bigger than my biggest dildo. In just a few minutes I felt my orgasm building and building. Fingering my clit harder and moving my hips faster, I gasped out that I wanted Jason to put me on my back and fuck me as hard as he could when I told him to. Just as my orgasm crested and swept over me I told Jason, NOW!
I hardly even felt Jason move me onto my back I was so swept up in my orgasm, but when he began to pound his cock into me I felt that! Oh, my, fucking, God, I felt that! Jason went after my pussy as hard and fast as he could. He rose over me on stiffened arms to put more power behind his thrusts. Pulling his cock out until only the tip was inside me before slamming it back in to the base. My legs were spread apart as wide as they would go and the sound of our fucking was loud, wet and meaty as our bodies slammed together.
I have no idea how long he fucked me because every minute of it I was coming in wave after wave of orgasm. Just as I began to come down from one orgasm I would feel another build and crest until I was left breathless from yelling at Jason to fuck me. I think those were the only words I could manage. Yelling, Fuck me!, until Jason gasped and thrust spastically as he came deep. Collapsing on top of me as our sweat mingled and I wrapped my arms around him. Both of us were panting and exhausted. As we regained our breath, I was still having mini-orgasmic muscle spasms as our every movement caused my pussy to contract around his still hard cock. But Jason wasn't ready to call it quits on his first time. As soon as our breathing was calm enough for us to kiss, Jason began moving his hips and thrusting his cock slow and deep as he moaned how good it felt.
I assured him that it felt just as good for me as he again locked his elbows and began pounding his cock between my legs again. But even the strength of youth has limits and Jason finally began to slow from exhaustion and finally admitted he was too tired to continue and he wasn't sure he could come again. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he rested on top of me. We again regained our breath as he sucked on each of my tits. He began experimenting with how hard he could bite on my hard nipples when I told him I liked that.
Jason's cock finally softened enough to be pushed out by my pussy muscles and he rolled off me to lie on his back even as a gush of cum poured down my ass crack. The sheets were already wet with my cum so a bit more didn't matter. My ass cheeks were in a huge wet spot and we both laughed when I told him that wet spots were just something you had to be ready for. God, how my thigh muscles ached as I willed my legs to close.
I'm not sure what all we talked about. I remember I looked at the clock and was amazed to see I'd sucked and fucked non-stop for almost an hour. I was amazed he'd had the stamina to last that long before admitting he wasn't going to come again. I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. I remember that it was about then that the phone rang. Jason ran after me as I went for the phone. It was his school telling me that Jason hadn't arrived for morning roll call. Since Jason was squeezing my tits and kissing the back of my neck, I assured his school that it was ok. Jason hadn't felt well today and I'd kept him home and in bed. After I hung up I remember Jason laughing and saying that he felt much better but he still wanted to stay in bed. Picking me up he ran for his room and with the vigor of youth making his cock hard again in such a short time, began fucking me. This time I didn't bother telling him to make things last. I just spread my legs and let him pound me as hard as he wanted until he came again.
I enjoyed every second of our sex but hadn't tried to make myself come again. This time after he moved off me I had the strength to move over and down to take that wonderful cock in my mouth and savor every delicious taste of our sex as I cleaned all our cum from him. I loved how I could take all of his soft cock in my mouth and play and roll it around my with my tongue. I wondered why I'd never had the courage to do this before because it tasted so good and satisfied my lover so much. Satisfied my lover and also quickened his cock in my mouth. It wasn't long before Jason's once soft cock was growing too large for me to fit all of it in my mouth.
I wanted to see how much cock I could take and telling Jason I wanted to play, I began trying to deep throat that huge cock. I managed to suck most of his length until my chin was tickled by his pubic hair but I couldn't take that last two inches no matter how hard I tried or from what angle I went after it. When I finally admitted defeat Jason was primed and ready again. I thought about sucking him dry again but I wanted cock more than I wanted cum.
This time I got on my hands and knees and let Jason fuck me doggy-style. With my ass in the air and my shoulders on the bed I could easily play with my clit while being slammed with that big cock. I could look and see his cock covered with a thick, white cum froth as Jason churned the cum inside me. When I came it was another long session of rolling waves of orgasms sweeping over me and making my body tense and relax, tense and relax over and over as I came nearly as hard as the first time. My coming had Jason pouring another load of cum inside my pussy but he kept fucking me until I had to slide off his cock because I couldn't take any more.
We'd fucked three times and it wasn't even noon. It was time for a break and I led Jason to the shower where we washed off while playing, You-wash-mine/I'll-wash-yours. We dried each other and didn't bother with clothes as we ran for the kitchen for drinks and eats.
I felt better than I had since finding out my husband was cheating. I know Jason felt on top of the world. He couldn't stop touching me. I knew all about the sexual appetite of teen boys from my own experience as a teen but had never had the opportunity to have it demonstrated hour after hour. That day was just as much a learning experience for me as for Jason. Well, almost as much. Barely an hour after leaving his bed for food we were running back to his bed to fuck again.
After this bout of sex, Jason fell asleep. A quicky with my husband and four fuck sessions with that big cock had my pussy sore and swollen. Leaving the bed, I ran outside and got into the pool. The way the houses were arranged in our gated community, none of our neighbors had a view of our backyard so, with Jason not in consideration anymore, I could now skinny-dip while letting the cold water make my pussy feel better. Spreading my lips to let the water reach my inner lips, I could barely touch my clit without feeling almost an electric shock because it was so tender. I had been well and truly fucked.
Jason didn't nap long and I was ready to leave the pool when he came out of the house with towels. I stayed in the pool and a quick dip for him turned into more grab-ass games. Leaving the pool, he spread the towels out onto the grass and we soaked up some warmth from the sun. We live far enough South that even that late in the Fall, it was tolerable outside most days as long as the wind didn't blow. Lying in the sun, Jason hesitantly brought up the subject of doing oral sex on me. I told him I was way to sensitive for oral sex after the fucking we'd done. Jason looked disappointed and when I asked, he admitted he was wondering what pussy tasted like. He did laugh when I told him that after getting out of the pool my pussy probably tasted like chlorine. He did brighten up when I promised to teach him how to eat pussy another day. I guess that the assurance that this wasn't just a one-time-day thing perked him up a-lot. It wasn't long before he was kissing and fondling me again and though still sore, I spread my legs for him without hesitation.
This outside fuck was long and satisfying. Jason had already come five times in just hours. Four times in my pussy and once in my mouth. He was able to last a long, long time and I enjoyed every minute of it as he learned to move hard and fast, then slow and easy to make the sex last longer. We started in the missionary position before he put me in doggy to finish.
We jumped back into the pool to clean the sex and sweat off us before going inside. I felt like a drink and didn't see why Jason couldn't share a bourbon-n-coke with me. One drink led to two and Jason admitted his head was swimming and I told him to go to his bed and lie down. Two drinks led to three and then four for me as I got the fixings ready for supper. Going to his door to look in and check on him I watched as he snored softly in sleep. I could see the large drying wet spots from our previous sex and the smell of sex was strong even from the door.
I checked the clock and it was still over an hour before my husband would leave work. Plus twenty minutes commute time... My drinking made me daring and I stripped off the clothes I'd worn in the kitchen. I got on the bed and began sucking Jason's cock while he slept. Rolling his cock around my mouth and playing with it with my tongue woke Jason up and it wasn't long before he was hard. Moving up and over him I only had to whisper, Fuck me!, in his ear and he was spreading my legs for another hard, pounding quicky. This time after he came I told him to help me strip the sheets from his bed. Leaving him to spray a flowery fragrance around his room and hallway to mask the smell of sex, I took the sheets to the laundry room and started them washing with the clothes we'd been wearing and the towels from the pool.
Returning to Jason's room I checked and couldn't find anything to suggest we'd spent the entire day fucking. I told Jason to go and swim in the pool to wash off any lingering smell of sex and bourbon. I went to the master bath and looked at myself in the mirrors. Getting fucked six times by an exuberant teen with a huge cock had left marks. My tits were swollen and there were faint bruises from being squeezed a bit to hard. My thighs had faint bruises but someone would really have to look hard to see them. My pussy lips were another matter. Swollen and bruised, anyone looking would see I'd had sex. A lot of sex. I made a mental note to keep the lights off in the bedroom as much as possible before douching my vagina clean of as much cum as possible and showering.
That evening my husband wondered at how early Jason went to bed. I told him that Jason had come home complaining he wasn't feeling well. I told him I'd see how Jason felt in the morning and see if he needed another day at home. My husband suggested we turn in early, too. I could tell he didn't want to sleep. I guess our quicky this morning had him a little randy. I made sure only the dim nightlight was on before stripping. In bed he did the all the right things to make me wet and ready and it felt as good as it had ever been with him. It had been a few hours since the last, quick fuck with Jason and my clit wasn't nearly as sensitive and when he began eating my pussy his tongue had me coming in no time before he moved to cover me. I was sore but I did enjoy our sex. My husband might be a cheating A-hole but that didn't stop him from being a wonderful and considerate lover.
After sex and a little wash and clean up my husband fell into a deep sleep that I knew from experience would keep him out for hours and would take a tornado ripping through our house to wake him. I didn't feel like sleep. I was super-charged from all that had happened this day. I left our bed for a drink thinking a couple of shots would help my mind shut down. Out of habit I grabbed my robe and then left it d****d over the chair as I remembered it didn't matter if Jason saw me in my panties and the sports bra I wore to bed.
There was enough light from the outside street light and so I left the room light off. I'd just made my drink when Jason appeared. He'd heard me walking down the hallway and followed. I asked if he'd like a drink, too, adding it would be ok because his dad was sleeping and wouldn't wake up. Jason gulped down his drink before saying he knew and admitting he'd heard us having sex. I told Jason that I hoped he wasn't going to get all possessive and shit. In the dark, with loose lips from another couple of bourbon-n-cokes, we had another frank and honest sex talk.
I admitted that it had taken several months of knowing his dad was cheating on me to make me crazy enough to have done what we did. I admitted that Jason had caught me at just the right time and in just the right mindset of what-was-good-for-the-goose-is-good-for-the-gander. I admitted that I wasn't even all that jealous about his dad cheating. I'd known his rep before getting into marriage. I told Jason very frankly that his dad was my husband and husbands and wives had sex. His dad was a good lover and I hoped Jason wouldn't go all crazy knowing I was having sex with 'another man'. I also told him that there was nothing between the two of us except sex and I hoped he could accept that and if he could I saw no reason why we couldn't continue if we were careful and told no one. I was a young woman with a high sex drive and I'd enjoyed every minute with him today just as I'd enjoyed every minute I'd just had with his dad. I really stressed that he couldn't even brag to his high school buddies that he was no longer a virgin. They'd ask too many questions. I also stressed that I could face criminal charges if anyone found out since he was a minor.
I really think that late night, frank talk did us a lot of good. It cleared the air and we both knew where we stood. I believed Jason when he said he'd keep our secret and that hearing his dad and me fucking had only made him horny and not jealous. We started kissing but when his hand started rubbing my pussy I pulled it away. I told him I didn't want to leave a wet spot on the couch cushion. I also didn't want rug burn on my back from fucking on the floor. He was really horny and sad that it seemed like fucking wasn't going to happen. He had the sex drive of a teen but I had the sex smarts and I hadn't stopped thinking. Taking his hand I got him off the couch and soon I was bent over the washer in our laundry room while he moved behind to mount me. It was a wild, hard fuck and I think both of us were turned on by the knowledge it was lubricated in part by his dad's cum. I wasn't the only cheater in this house and now I knew I wasn't the only freak in this house!
Afterwards I sent Jason to his room and had another drink before returning to bed. My husband was still snoring softly and didn't even move as I got under the covers. I still had trouble going to sleep with visions of all that had happened in the last 36 hours. I could barely believe myself all that had happened in so short a time. I had to think about it to add it all up. I'd sucked and fucked my husband three times and come twice. I'd sucked off my stepson twice and swallowed for the first time. I'd let Jason fuck me seven times today. It wasn't even midnight!
I sure as hell wasn't a shy virgin by any stretch of the imagination. BUT, sucking cock and swallowing two loads of cum and getting fucked 10 times by two men in barely 36 hours was definitely a new record for me. Not to mention the four very satisfying orgasms I'd had during my spree. In 36 hours I'd gone from feeling sorry for myself about a lack of cock to being pounded to a swollen, very satisfied, dripping-cum-into-my-panties pussy.
Thinking of cum made me do one more thing I'd never done before. Sliding my hand under my panties I pushed two fingers inside my pussy. I moved them around until I was sure they were well coated with the sex I'd had tonight. Holding my fingers where I could see them in the dim light from our nightlight, I could see them glisten with my sex juice and the cum of two guys. Without thinking any more about it I put my fingers in my mouth and enjoyed the smell and taste of sex. I finally fell asleep.
I know that memories fade and get confused with age but that 36 hours was so crazy that I can still remember all of it except for the exact words spoken. Some things mean so much that memories linger. How many remember where you were and what happened when you lost your virginity? And isn't it misleading to say you LOST your virginity because, after all, don't you remember who you gave it to?
Anyway, that was the beginning of 20 years of infidelity and perhaps I'll write more...
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`s avatar Anonymous 29 days ago

good for you