The month following my second extra-marital liaison started out well. I felt on top of the world, confident and happy.  It didn’t last. By the end of the first week, I felt guilty and full of doubts. I partly addressed these by lavishing attention on my husband, making love with him more often than usual. He must have wondered what had happened.

After the second week, I decided that I should forego my pleasures and remain faithful to him. Sex with him wasn’t bad and in all other aspects, he was a truly good husband. I loved him very much. Yes, I was physically frustrated, but I could cope with that.

I had lunch with Sal most weeks. She disagreed with my decision but respected it.

“You know, Jane, I’ve seen such a change in you. You’re confident and self-assured but, more importantly, you’ve become alluring. I see how the men look at you. They want you; they can see there’s something exciting hiding there.”

“That may be, Sal, but I can’t do it to Simon. I feel so guilty.”

“Why? Guilt is a useless emotion. It doesn’t change anything. Your feelings are the same. It just limits what we do.”

“All the same, I need to stop.”

“Well, it’s your life and you must live it in the way that makes you happy.  I’ll always be here for you.”

And that’s how we left it.

The next weekend there was a party at one of our friends’ houses. It was quite a big one, perhaps 30 people, with lots of music and lots of alcohol.

The hosts, Malcolm and Rose, were not my favourite couple, but they were part of our social set. She was, in my opinion, rather snooty and looked down on others as being of a lower class than she. Malcolm, on the other hand, was easy-going and affable. He was a successful businessman.

The party was actually good fun. I did notice, as Sal had said, that the men were paying more attention to me than in the past. That made me feel good, especially as Simon didn’t seem to mind. I suppose he liked being married to a woman that others found attractive.

Quite late in the evening, I needed the bathroom. The one on the ground floor was constantly in use, so I went upstairs to look for one there. I found the main bedroom with its en-suite and opened the door to the bathroom to find Malcolm washing his hands.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Malcolm,” I said, flustered. “I didn’t know there was anyone inside.”

“No problem,” he replied, “I was finished anyway.”

He smiled at me, but I saw his eyes looking me up and down. I felt myself blush, but also felt a little flutter in my stomach.

“You look very beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you,” I replied and then, and to this day I don’t know why I did, probably because I was quite tipsy, I twirled around like a girl showing off her clothes. With that, Malcolm stepped forward and kissed me on my lips. I didn’t hesitate. I responded and, within moments, we were embracing each other passionately, hands everywhere, our mouths all over each other, sucking and nibbling.

The next moment he spun me round and unzipped my dress, pulling it down to the bathroom floor. As I stepped out of it, I heard him lock the bathroom door, then suddenly he was undoing my bra and putting his hands around to cup my breasts.

My hands fumbled behind me, feeling for his fly. I found the zip of his trousers and pulled it down before reaching inside and feeling his erect penis through his pants. I fiddled around until I found the waistband of his pants and pulled it down, allowing me to pull out his penis and balls.

I grasped his penis and stroked it, pulling back his foreskin and running my fingertips over his glans.  He murmured in appreciation as his fingers played with my breasts, pulling at my nipples. 

Not a word was said as we enjoyed exploring each other’s bodies. I could feel precum starting to ooze out of his engorged penis as his one hand started moving down my front, rubbing my stomach then inserting itself into my panties as he searched for my pussy. 

It wasn’t long before his fingers were in my slit and between my labia, rubbing up and down, then inserting themselves into my vaginal entrance as his thumb stroked and pressed on my clitoris.

“Take my panties off,” I said softly. “You’ll tear them.” But that wasn’t really what I was saying. What I was really saying was ‘Stop that and fuck me’, but he knew that.

His hands left my body and pulled down my panties so that I could step out of them, then I heard his belt buckle hit the bathroom floor as he dropped his trousers. I turned around to look at him.

He was still wearing his shirt, but naked below the waist, his penis sticking out in front of him. I looked at it, thinking how masculine it was, framed by his abundant pubic hair and his hairy scrotum with two nice-sized testicles hanging below.

He took me by the hand and led me to the toilet, then turned me around so that I faced the bathroom mirror before sitting down and pulling me down towards his lap. I reached between my legs and grasped his penis, guiding it into my pussy and sinking down to feel it push open my vaginal entrance and glide into my canal. God, it felt so good having that penis inside me. 

“Jesus, Jane, your pussy feels incredible,” he said, speaking for the first time. “So warm and so fuckable.”

I could feel his pulse throbbing inside my vagina, his penis twitching. It felt new and exciting and so damn good. 

I started moving up and down, my hands on his thighs. I could feel his hands on my breasts. 

I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. It looked unbelievably exciting watching the shaft of his penis as it disappeared into my vagina only to reappear moments afterwards, glistening with my fluids. I saw his hands moving my breasts around, squeezing them as he did so, his face peering over my shoulder.

I could feel his groin pushing upwards against me as I moved down, and his penis jerking inside. I clenched my pelvic muscles and moved my hips in little circles as I rode him.  I heard him groan.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he gasped.

I reached down and felt his scrotum, lifting his testicles and fingering them so that they moved around in his sac. They were full of his sperm, his DNA. I imagined his semen swirling around in my vagina and felt my nerves jolt and a small burn begin in my clitoris.

I held my breath and concentrated on trying to squeeze his shaft with my pelvic muscles. I could feel his cockhead rubbing the walls of my vagina as it moved back and forth, making me itch inside.

Malcolm was now breathing heavily and grunting with each thrust.  It wouldn’t be long before he reached his climax. That made me feel really good. This man’s body was under my control. 

“I’m going to cum, Jane,” he gasped and gave a hard thrust then kept still.

I felt his penis expand inside me and then jerk as a stream of semen shot out of the end and into the depths of my vagina.

“Aaah,” he cried.

My pelvic muscle clenched involuntarily and moments later another stream of semen burst into my canal. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I felt an extreme peak of tension followed by a sudden sense of relief. I’d had a small climax. We remained unmoving as his ejaculations subsided and our breathing returned to normal.

“I’ve been waiting months to do that,” he said. “You’re so desirable. You pretend to be so reserved, but you exude sex.”

“Oh, Malcolm, how can you say that? I’m a model of prudence.” I replied, laughing.

“Yeah,” he said, “tell that to the press. Simon’s a very lucky man. I envy him. I wish Rose were like you.”

“We better get downstairs or we’ll be missed,” I said, getting off him while holding my hand under my crotch.

We got dressed. I didn’t wash myself because I wanted his semen to be inside me. I wanted to behave like a slut.

“Can we do this again sometime?” he asked.

“Perhaps. We’ll see,” I replied.

“You leave first. I’ll wait five minutes.”

“Alright,” I said and, unlocking the door, stepped into the bedroom. I closed the door again, then left to go downstairs to find my husband.

“Hello, darling. Where’ve you been?” he asked.

“I went to the bathroom.”

“Are you OK?”

“Absolutely. Just too much to drink.”

“I know what you mean.”

As we stood there talking, I could feel Malcolm’s semen oozing out of my vagina and a naughty thought formed in my mind.

“I think I’ll see if I can give Rose a helping hand,” I said and left to look for her.

I found her in the kitchen.

“Hello, Rose. It’s a great party,” I said, not adding that I’d had a good time with her husband.

“Why, thank you, Jane,” she replied in a somewhat snooty tone of voice. “I wasn’t sure everyone would like it, but it seems to be going well.”

I smiled. It was going better than she imagined. Here she was, thinking she was the queen of the ball, talking down to me while her husband’s semen was dribbling out of my pussy and trickling down my inner thigh. It gave me such a feeling of superiority.

That was the moment when I realised that Sal was right. Guilt was a useless emotion. I was special and I was going to have a good time with my life. The thrill of feeling a new penis, no, a new cock, inside me was too good to resist and the thrill of being full of another man’s cum while carrying on a normal conversation was even greater. I would do it again and again and again.

*****

In the months following that fateful party, I slept with another eight men. They were all different with different penises and they all felt wonderful, thrusting and cumming inside my vagina.

I was also learning new techniques: the best way to masturbate a man, how best to fellate him, and which parts of his anatomy were sensitive. I learned some interesting and rewarding new positions as well as some new activities such as taking him between my breasts.

I’d also become far less inhibited. I began using more basic words when involved with sex. It was no longer ‘sleeping with’ but ‘fucking’; no longer a ‘penis’ but a ‘cock’; no longer a ‘pussy’ but a ‘cunt’.

And so it was that six months after meeting James and starting my extra-marital liaisons, I had become more sexually knowledgeable and experienced, less inhibited, more adventurous and, I think, a far better sexual partner. I could even control my gag reflex and take a cock deep into my mouth.

My husband also noticed a change, saying that I seemed to be much more at ease with life now that the children were getting older. I was, however, careful not to introduce new techniques to him as I learned them. Instead, I bought a copy of The Joy of Sex and used it to guide us through new pleasures.

Then, one evening after dinner as we were sitting in the living room with the children, I got a new message on my phone.

‘At your house tomorrow 10.00 am.’ It was James.

I felt a wrench in my stomach and my heart started pounding. I quickly replied with an ‘OK’ and then started thinking about it. The time was alright. Simon would have left long before for work and the kids would be at school. I didn’t have any morning appointments and I could give my apologies to the church committee.

“I’m just going to phone Sal,” I said and went upstairs.

“Sal, it’s Jane. How are you?”

“Fine, and you?”

“Very good, but I’ve got to tell you something.”

“What’s that?”

“James is coming tomorrow morning to the house and I’m nervous about it. I don’t know what to do.”

“Don't be so silly, Jane, you know exactly what to do.  Anyway, you should be delighted. Your first extra-marital lover is back again. What’s to worry about?” she replied, laughing, then “You know, I’d love to meet him.”

“Oh, no, Sal. I couldn’t. I’d feel so embarrassed.”

“Nonsense. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Anyway, think about it.”

“I will, but in the meantime, I’ve got to think about what to wear.”

Sal laughed again.

“Nothing, Jane. Here’s coming to fuck you. Answer the door in your gown.”

“Oh, God, Sal. You’re right. Why am I so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid, just excited. Now just go and enjoy the anticipation.”

“I don’t think I’ll sleep a wink.”

“You should try. It will probably be quite an exhausting time,” she said, giggling.

“You’re terrible.”

“I know, but you love me for it.”

“Yes, I do. Talk later tomorrow.”

“Byeee!”

I finished the call and went back downstairs to rejoin the family watching TV.

Later that night, Simon started getting amorous, but I told him that I wasn’t in the mood. He turned over in a huff but soon fell asleep, leaving me thinking about tomorrow. It was a long time before I fell asleep, but eventually I did.

The next morning I got up as usual and went through the morning routine of getting the kids up, feeding everyone, and making sure they were all ready for the day, the kids for lift club and Simon to get to work on time.  

When everyone had left, I went upstairs again to shower, wash my hair, do my legs, and generally get ready. 

The doorbell rang just after 10.00. I opened it and there he was, looking as gorgeous as ever. My heart was thumping in my chest and there were butterflies in my stomach.

“Hello James, come on in.”

“Hello, Jane. Thank you,” he said stepping inside. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you. You’re looking pretty good yourself. Would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

I led him through to the kitchen and put on some coffee to percolate. 

“Nice house,” he said. “Have you lived here long?”

“Most of our married life.”

“Why don’t you show me around?”

“Of course.”

I showed him around the ground floor - the living room, study, my husband’s den/study. He looked at the things on my desk in the study, picked up the picture of my family and studied it, then put it back. He spent some time in my husband’s den looking over everything.

We then went upstairs. I showed him the children’s rooms and their bathroom, the spare bedroom, and then the main bedroom with its en-suite bathroom.

“Nice room,” he said as he looked at the pictures on the bedside tables, “and I like the bed. Big enough for lots of fun.”

I didn’t reply.

He went through to the bathroom and, after a look around, returned to the bedroom.

“So, Jane, how have things been since I last saw you? Have you trodden the path that I thought you would?”

“Perhaps.”

“Only perhaps? I bet you’ve cuckolded your husband dozens of times without him knowing anything about it.”

“Not dozens, but a few.”

“You’re different, you know. You’re more confident, more worldly.”

“You see what you’ve unleashed.”

“Yes, and aren’t you pleased I did so?”

I didn’t reply. Instead, I took his hand and looked at it. It was a man’s hand, broad with large fingers, and little tufts of hair growing on them. Large veins were visible on the back beneath his black body hair. I pressed the back to my lips and kissed it, then licked his knuckles before looking up at his rugged face.

“I’ve missed you,” I said.

“Even though you’ve had all of those other men?” he asked, smiling.

“Yes. None of them are anything like you.”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

“Stop toying with me, James. You know what I want. I want you to fuck me.”

“Here? In your marital bed, the bed you share with your husband every night? Where he fucks you?”

“Yes, damn it, right here. I want you to fuck me here.”

“Ah. Good girl. You have learned something while I’ve been away.”

He reached for my waist and undid the cord holding my gown together. As the two sides of the gown fell open, he put his right hand on my left breast, his thumb brushing my right breast. I could feel my nipples harden as he stared into my eyes, playing with my breasts.

“You have the most beautiful tits.”

He was now standing very close to me. I reached forward and felt his crotch, squeezing gently.

“You really have made progress. You better undress me,” he said as he moved his hands down to my waist, then behind to feel my buttocks,

I reached up and, unbuttoning his shirt, pulled it off him. Next, I loosened his belt and undid the waistband of his trousers, unzipped them and pulled them down. I went down on my knees and undid his shoes, removing them and then his socks, before straightening up, my face next to his y-fronts with the huge bulge inside them.

I slowly pulled them down, watching in fascination as his huge, semi-erect cock uncurled itself and came into view, followed by his low-hanging, pendulous balls.

“Oh, God, James,” I sighed, grasping his cock in both hands and rubbing it over my face, “I love your cock. It’s the most beautiful cock in the world.”

I adored that cock. I worshipped it. I was in awe of it. 

I licked it all over, savouring its taste. 

I licked his slit, trying to put the tip of my tongue into it. 

I licked his glans, then rubbed it on my cheek. 

I sucked his testicles, one at a time. 

I licked behind his scrotum and back towards his crack, my tongue probing.

I sucked his cockhead, my tongue tickling beneath his slit.

I licked his frenulum and was rewarded with twitching and precum. 

I sucked his cock into my mouth until his glans was at the back of my throat, dripping precum onto my tongue.

I could feel his shaft move with his pulse, the thick, bulging urethra resting on my tongue.

He didn’t say a word or move position for several minutes, allowing me to worship his cock, then pulled away.

“Get on the bed and on your back.”

I shrugged off my gown and did as I was told. He got on next to me then moved between my legs and bent over, sucking my nipples until they stood out like bullets, before gently grazing them with his teeth.

I kept my arms flung out on the bed, resisting the impulse to hold his head.

He kissed the top of my breasts, brushing his lips over them, then gave me a love bite on the top of my left breast. I didn’t care. It was his mark.

He licked a trail of saliva down my stomach then buried his face in my bush, inhaling deeply.

I was by now writhing around. I felt his lips around my clitoris, nibbling and sucking, his tongue tickling the tip. I pushed my hips upwards, trying to assuage the burning itch spreading through my groin. He carried on for a few more minutes, then lifted his head.

“Lift your hips.”

I did as I was told and felt him push a pillow underneath my buttocks, and then I felt his cock rub up and down my slit then push hard against my entrance and break through my vaginal sphincter.

“Aaah,” I cried, overcome by the incredible feelings of pleasure radiating from my vagina as his glans popped through and ploughed its way into my most intimate recesses, totally filling me. 

“Oh, God, James. Oh, I love this feeling!”

I clutched his buttocks and drew him towards me, desperately clinging onto him. I wrapped my legs around his, my feet hooked around his calves, and pushed up to him, using our intertwined legs as a support to flex against.

I felt his pubic bone hit mine, our pubic hair rubbing together. We both kept still for a moment and then he drew back and started to fuck me, and I mean fuck. He pounded into me, hard with long strokes, his pubis smacking into me then pulling back until his glans was halfway out of my entrance before slamming in again.

I fucked him back again, my legs hooked around his and supporting me as I used them to push against his thrusts, then again to pull back. We were like two animals rutting.

I could see his face above me, staring into my eyes as he fucked me, and I thought how much I liked it, how good it felt with this man was fucking me in my bed.

I could feel my clitoris buzzing as it dipped onto his steel-hard shaft. My heart was pounding and I was holding my breath as I tensed my muscles, trying to climb that mountain of pleasure. My limbs were tingling and I was sweating.

Then suddenly he changed his rhythm. He slowed down, taking more deliberate strokes and pausing in between them. At the same time, he arched his back and bent over to suck my right breast, raking the nipple through his teeth and then licking it.

I felt my mind begin to wander, to lose touch with reality. It was as though there was a direct nerve connection from my nipple to my clitoris, and I couldn’t think properly because of the intensity of the sensations. My nipple was stimulated beyond belief and my vagina was full of a huge, hot, pulsating cock.

It was the most incredible feeling and I didn’t want it to stop. It was as though I was in another world, and it seemed to go on forever until slowly the world around me returned and I opened my eyes.

“My God, James, what happened?” I gasped.

“You had an orgasm, a big one.”

I lay there under him. We were both still.

“What about you?”

“Oh, I came too.”

I smiled at him, a warm smile. I felt so contented.

“I’m going to pull out,” he said.

“Please don’t. I want to stay like this for a while.”

“Very well, but the pillow is getting rather wet and my balls are itching.”

I reached up and stroked his face.

“Alright, lover boy, if you must.”

He pulled out and rolled off me. It felt so strange, as though part of me had been taken away. My vagina felt empty and cold as his cum dribbled out of it.

I watched as he got off the bed and went to the bathroom. ‘He’s got a nice butt, big with strong glutes’ I thought, then wondered why it was that some men have that thick patch of hair in the hollow of their backs.

While he was in the bathroom, I looked around the bedroom with all its familiar things, thinking that it would never be the same again. His presence would always be there.

James came back into the bedroom wearing Simon’s dressing gown. He hadn’t fastened it and his cock stuck through the folds, still glistening with our sexual fluids.

I sat up and got off the bed, holding my hand under my vagina. I found some panties and put them on. I didn’t want to lose any of his semen.

The bed was a mess, as was the one pillow. I would sort it out later.

“Shall we go down for coffee?” I asked.

“Excellent idea.”

We left and went downstairs. The coffee I’d put in earlier was still there, so I poured it out and went through to the living room to sit down and drink it.

“I think your new life suits you,” he said. “You’re different and much more confident.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, and it shows in bed where, by the way, you are exceptional.”

I blushed but felt good. Any woman likes to be told she is better than the others, no matter what the subject is.

“You are too, you know,” I replied.

“Is this where you guys watch TV?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yes, it is. It’s also a real family room, where we discuss what’s happened during the day or sort out problems.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It is,” I said.

“Show me your study again.”

I got up and took him to the study. He walked to the desk and picked up the photograph of my husband.

“Do you feel bad about cheating on him?”

“No. I love him and want to be with him, but the new me needs things he can’t give me, so I find them elsewhere and he doesn’t need to know. I did feel guilty about it initially, but I don’t anymore.”

He looked at me and smiled.

“You’re built for sex,” he said. “I knew it the moment I first saw you, a simmering cauldron of desire hiding behind a pretence of respectability.”

“That’s unfair. You seduced me,” I cried.

“Hah. Your pussy was dripping with desire before I even started, and you know it, just like it is now.”

He was right. I did want him again, right now, right here.

He undid my gown and pulled it off me, then led me round to the chair and sat down, his cock sticking up through the folds of the gown he was wearing my husband’s gown.

I knew what he wanted. I turned around to face away from him and backed down onto his lap, my right hand behind me, guiding his cock into my still-gaping vagina as he pulled aside my panties.

I sank down on him then leaned forward and put my hands on my desk as he started thrusting into me. My feet were on the ground and my legs flexed as I pushed myself up and down on his monstrous weapon.

His hands cupped my breasts, fiddling with my nipples, as I looked in front of me, my eyes roaming over all of the objects on my desk.  I reached forward with one hand, picked up the photograph of my husband, and placed it face down on the desk.

I felt his hand on my clitoris, his thumb and forefinger gently grasping its shaft, my movements creating a stroking effect. God, it felt good. This man had an instinct for touching in just the right way at just the right time.

My pussy was making squelching noises as his cock thrust in and out of its cum-filled canal, the sound seeming to block out every other noise. I rotated my hips in little circles as I rode him, trying to get his glans to rub every part of my itchy vaginal walls.

I felt marvellous, excited, exhilarated. Every thrust was like an electric shock, making my nerves scream. I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could and tensed every muscle in my body, holding onto that feeling of extreme intensity, until a wave of relief swept through my body and I felt as though I were falling.

“Oh, James,” I cried, “oh, God.”

“That’s it, you sexy bitch, cum,” he growled.

His cock felt like a rod of hot steel inside me as it continued pummelling my vagina. My wave of relief disappeared to be replaced by another mountain of tension, when suddenly I felt his cock jerk and the friction in my vagina change as a flood of warm liquid spread through it.

He didn’t make a sound as he ejaculated in me, but I could feel his thigh muscles tense underneath me. Without thinking, I put a hand between my legs and felt his hairy balls, as if I wanted to help them squirt their sperm into my birth canal. 

Eventually, we both stopped moving. I sat heavily on his thighs, his cock deep inside me. My fingers were still on his balls and his were on my clitoris. Our breathing calmed down.

I sat up and leaned back against him, the back of my head on his shoulder. He took his hand off my clitoris as he cupped both of my breasts, lifting them up.

“You have fantastic tits. Next time I’m going to fuck them.”

“I’d like that,” I said, rubbing my head on his shoulder and fingering his testicles. “When did you have in mind?”

“Tomorrow morning at the hotel. I’m leaving in the afternoon.”

My heart sank at his words, but I did not show it. I wanted to be happy for him.

“I’ll be there.”

“What time do your children get back?” he asked.

“Oh, probably around 3.00.”

“Well, it’s 2.30 now, so I should probably go.”

“Oh, my God. I never realised it was so late.”

I pushed myself up from his lap, cupping my right hand between my legs and feeling the slimy fluids oozing out of my rather wide entrance.

“Use your other hand,” he said.

“Why?”

“It’s got your wedding ring on it.”

I did as he asked, his cum smearing my gold band.

I grabbed my gown, and we went back upstairs to the bedroom. I opened the windows for it to air as he got dressed, then hung up my husband’s gown. I quickly stripped the bed and remade it with fresh sheets, putting them on others in the laundry basket. I would wash them once he had left.

The wet pillow was more of a problem. I put it in the airing cupboard in the meantime.

I was still in my gown when he was ready. We went downstairs together and to the front door.  He leaned forward and gave me a long and deep kiss, then straightened up.

“I’ll message you next time I’m here.”

“Er, um,” I stuttered.

“There’s no discussion. That’s just the way it is. Anyway, you’ve already decided what you want to do. You know that and so do I. There will be many men in the future who will make sure that your desires are kept satisfied.” 

“But, what about you? It’s you I want.”

“I’ll be back and you’ll always make time for me, but I know that you’ll enjoy the others.”

I did not reply, instead I opened the door and saw a taxi waiting outside the gate. He’d obviously called it earlier. I watched as he got into the taxi and left, then shut the front door and went to change and sort out the study.

The children came home a little later, so my time was theirs until there was a ring on the doorbell and when I opened it, I saw Sal.

“Sal! What are you doing here?”

“I’ve invited myself for a drink.”

“Come on in.”

We went through to the kitchen where I poured us both a glass of wine.

“Tell me all,” she said.

So, I did. I described everything, what had happened, how it felt, every last detail, and then that he had left.

“He’s right, you know. You have made your choice and you will follow the path you’ve started out on,” she said.

“I know, but I will miss him.”

“Of course you will,” she replied, “and he’s made it especially difficult by leaving his mark in your house. You’ll remember him particularly in your bedroom and in your study.  You’re lucky he didn’t fuck you in the living room and kitchen as well.” 

“I know, but I feel sad.”

Sal put her arm around me.

“You’ll be fine, Jane. Just look at the change from four months ago. You’re confident, sexy, and in control.”

“You’re right. I’m not going to let this one man ruin the fun I’m going to have with all the others I’m going to meet.”

“That’s the Jane I want to hear.”

We carried on talking and drinking for a while until it was time for her to go. Once she’d left, I carried on tidying up.

Simon came home at 7.30. 

“Hello sweetheart,” he said, kissing me.

“Hello, darling.”

“Let’s have a drink and you can tell me about your day,” he said, but I certainly was not going to do that.

He poured some wine for me and a beer for himself, and then we sat in the living room and talked.  He was, of course, completely unaware that his wife beside him was full of another man’s cum.

As we talked, I could feel the slimy, wet patch in my panties. I found that hugely erotic and exciting and started to think about what my next experience would be. What sort of man would he be? Where would I meet him? Where would he take me? Would he be big or small? Would he make me climax?

All of this made me realise that my future was now clear. What I was doing made me feel alive, desirable, wanted, and very sexy. That, coupled with the thrill of keeping it secret, made it too exciting and fulfilling to ignore. I would continue along the path that I had chosen.

The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. Perhaps I would let my husband fuck me later on...