It’s only recently that Ryan told me that he’d revealed to Lush and to “the world” some of my indiscretions, in way too much detail, what we’ve been involved in over the years, including names and places that could identify me to people I work with, or worse still, to family and friends.

I have to say I wasn’t pleased. As the weeks rolled by, I got past blushing. Seeing the events recalled in black and white weighs heavier on the psyche than rolling around in bed in the heat of the moment.

It took me a while to get over reliving the events but before long in the quiet moments at home or at work Ryan’s revelations were starting to have a pleasant effect on me, more so when I noticed the response, nice comments and a request to hear my side of things, apologies for taking so long to be bold enough to give my recollections and how my extra marital affairs have brought us closer together.

When I met Ryan, we were both 18 years old. I was a student nurse, and Ryan was studying Engineering at Salford Tech. Neither of us was making much money, so I couldn’t afford to get pregnant, but boys and men need looking after.

We rarely had sex, I didn’t want to go on the pill just to cover the rare occasions we had sex, so both of us agreed that condoms are passion killers, Ryan was happy enough with a hand job, and over the years I perfected my technique ;)

I knew exactly how to control him; it turned me on, having power over him. It’s obvious now that he'd become addicted to submissive sex, if you can call a hand job sex. Perhaps getting my hands on Ryan at such an early age altered his psyche. Maybe it changed mine, too; it turned me on subduing him so easily.

I knew how to tease and torment Ryan, at his best was never more than 5” so small that I couldn’t wrap all my fingers round his cock, I wanked him with just two fingers and my thumb, or if we were standing up I would hold my hand between my legs, in a CFNM pose letting him force his cock between my thumb and my first finger, simulated sex was a huge turn on for me, I’d let him cum on my skirt or my tight blue jeans.

I’ve no doubt that what we thought was just a playful way of keeping Ryan happy or at least satisfied, I never dreamed that it would affect him so much, that he has lost what you might call most, if not all, the masculine traits he might have had with another woman.

By that, I mean even though we eventually got married at age 23, we could have sex as often as we wanted to, but oddly enough, this power play game became the only game that turned him on. Ryan is addicted now to hand jobs and pillow talk, that turns me on, but not in the way you might think, sex for me with Ryan isn’t intercourse, his 5” (on a good day) doesn’t do it for me, we have tried, but he fails, after just a few minutes he loses interest, he wants my hand, he would rather fuck my hand than be inside of me, he’s just too small, we both know it, and it’s not a problem for us.

I’ve seen men on the Wards with more than Ryan packs. I need 8” of rock-hard cock throbbing inside of me to really enjoy a fuck, better still if the guy is a heavy cummer. It feels so powerful coming home to Ryan after a date night to give him a thank you kiss as I feel the globs of another man's cum dripping into the crotch of my panties.

Few people would understand our relationship, but our erotic encounters have brought us closer together. We know what turns each other on. There’s no jealousy. Ryan gets off knowing I have the occasional extramarital fling.

Sometimes Ryan sets me up. That’s what he did with Jeff. I don’t always see what’s coming, sometimes it’s a surprise, but when a guy that Ryan introduces me to has an erection, that’s a bit of a giveaway.

Cuckolding Ryan repeatedly over the years brought out the wild side in me. The latest encounter started innocently enough at the office Christmas party. Ryan introduced me to Jeff, an attractive guy in his early 40s. It’s odd how, in just a few minutes, I was getting fluttery. There was something in how Jeff’s eyes met mine; I couldn’t remember the last time a man had locked me in his gaze the way Jeff was doing.

To break the spell, I asked if his wife was with him. I might as well have stood on his toes from the grimace on his face, turns out he had just gone through a rather difficult divorce. I said, Better luck next time to which Jeff said I won’t be getting married again. If I need a wife, I’ll borrow one!!!

I didn’t know what to say, or where to look, thankfully, Ryan was back from the bar by now with our drinks. That was all that was said that night, but Jeff was unnerving me. Every time I glanced in Jeff's direction, his eyes were on me. It was so obvious that Ryan said, "It looks like you made a good impression on Jeff.” I just smiled.

A couple of weeks later, Ryan had to attend a conference in Edinburgh; he’d be gone for 5 days. I asked if he wanted me to drive him to Manchester airport, and he said Jeff had offered. I didn’t give it a second thought.

Jeff turned up around 4:30, Ryan was ready, we kissed, and away Ryan went. The flight was for 8pm, it’s an hour's drive to the airport, I guess they were there by 6pm. It was past 7 pm when I noticed a car pulling into the drive. I went to the door to see Jeff carrying a bunch of flowers. Ryan had asked Jeff to get them for me. Little did I know at that moment, I’d been set up.

I asked Jeff if he wanted to come in for a coffee, and he didn't need to be asked twice. I went to fill a vase for the flowers. As I was doing that, I looked in the window over the kitchen sink to see Jeff watching me; I could feel his eyes on me. We sat at the kitchen table drinking our coffee, just chatting, but his eyes were locking me in like a deer in the headlights.

I should have stopped it there and then, but I didn't; my heart was pounding. I was struggling to put a sentence together. I was so nervous that I was trembling. The next thing I knew, I felt Jeff’s foot touching my foot. it wasn’t an accident, I could have moved, I should have moved, but by now I didn’t want to. Jeff’s foot was purposely sliding over mine, my face was burning with embarrassment, and I was letting him make a move on me.

I couldn’t even hear what he was saying; my mind was in a spin, I felt like I had to break away from his attempt to seduce me, but by now I was aware that I was aroused, and he probably knew it. Jeff stood up and said, "I guess I should go now.”

Without even knowing what I was saying, I said, “No, don’t.”

Jeff said, “Well, where am I going to put my coat?"

I took it off him, and as I was hanging it in the closet, Jeff put his hands on my hips. I felt weak, excited, but weak. I knew he wanted me; I hadn’t been so sexually aroused for a long time.

Jeff pushed me against the wall, as we kissed, I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against me. I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to move. Jeff took my hand, placing it over the bulge in his trousers; it felt huge. Unzipping him felt like releasing a monster. It was a bit of a struggle getting it out, but it felt so good in my hand. I had to break from the kissing to look what Jeff had on offer; it was warm, throbbing, and slick already with his precum.

I wanted it, but I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Jeff was a lot bigger than Ryan, fatter and longer and really, really hard.

It was one of those moments where you lose all sensibilities. Moments later, I was down on him, kissing his cock so gently, the shame of it all, sucking his cock, a man that I hardly knew, a man who worked in the same office as my husband. Maybe it was by instinct or habit, but I led Jeff upstairs to our bedroom, and we couldn’t have taken our clothes off faster if they’d been on fire. What was I doing, in bed, OUR bed, with another man!!!

We kissed again, it felt so good as I lay there with Jeff between my legs, a man 10 years older than me, a man 20 years more skillful than Ryan. By now I was soaking, it’s just as well, Jeff was starting to enter me, just the head at first, then he would pull back, then a bit deeper, then he would pull out again, then deeper again, I thought I’d taken all he had until he pulled back again then he sank his cock into me full length, balls deep, then he started working on me.

I felt every throb of his powerful shaft inside me. I’d never been fucked like this before. I could feel every throb of his cock inside of me. Jeff wasn’t just hard, he was masterful. I was loving it, the best fuck I'd had in a long time.

Jeff was at me for around 15 minutes. I’d wondered if he might be a fast comer like Ryan, so I’d looked at the bedside clock. It was 7:43 when we hit the sack, it was 7:58 now, his cock was throbbing furiously inside of me now, getting even harder.

I knew he was going to cum, I wasn’t on the pill because we weren’t doing much at home so I was hoping he would take his cock out and spill it over my lips, that didn’t happen, I felt him suddenly stiffen up, really hard, he was grunting like an animal as his came inside of me. I felt every shot he fired; I couldn’t help but respond, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him in as deep as I could get him.

Jeff gave one final thrust, shooting every last glob of his thick white cum inside me. It felt great,

It wasn’t the best fuck I’ve ever had, that was yet to come, but being taken like that certainly gave me an appetite for what was to cum. Jeff fucks me when he wants me now.

Women say there’s something special about being fucked in the marital bed by your husband's workmate or best friend. Still, to me it’s a bigger turn on driving to your lover's place, parking up in front of his home, in broad daylight, walking down the path, neighbours watching, knocking on his door, knowing he’s going to fuck my brains out, in his bed.

WN1 Sue.