He was your first and only lover. You both felt guilty about “doing it,” so you married. Three kids later, and the sex was mediocre at best, but you didn’t know any better. He was your first and only.

Then you met me. And I paid attention to you. I flirted and made you feel wanted again. I made it obvious I was attracted to you. I made it obvious I wanted you. We kissed…do you remember the first time? Hidden backstage, people around…it was forbidden and furtive, made hotter by the possibility of discovery.  You could have stopped it, but you didn’t. You could have said no to the first one, but didn’t want to, and you wanted more.

Remember the time in your dance room at your house? We danced and made out and you fondled my big penis over my pants.  Then you abruptly sent me away. Good thing because I would have taken you to your marital bed. Later you told me you were frightened by my cock. You had no idea they came in extra large…since your experience was with extra small. But now you were more and more curious. Could you take it? What would it feel like? Would you finally orgasm? You tried to ignore me and avoid me, but eventually you decided.

You decided to cheat on your husband. You decided to break your marriage vows. You decided you wanted to know what a big cock would feel like. I made it clear that the decision was yours. I told you the door was open, and all you had to do was walk through it. And you did. One morning very early, I heard my door creak open, and you made your way to my bedroom in the dark. You crawled into bed next to me fully clothed. You didn’t resist as I pulled your top off and released your large breasts from their restraints and began to suckle them. I was, of course, naked and you could feel my cock swelling against your leg.

As you reached down to grasp my hardness, I could hear your barely audible gasp. I began to slide your pants off, but you pulled your pants and panties off yourself.  I rolled you to your back and took my position above you, my cock lying atop your hairy pussy. I entered you with one finger to test your wetness. Your pussy was wet, really wet and small and I placed my cockhead at the entrance to your pristine married unsullied box. This was the final step. You could still call it off. You could say “No, I can’t,” and roll out from under me. I would let you. I would let you grab your clothes, get dressed, and get back to your kids at church and your husband at breakfast, and none of this would happen. 

Not you. Not my sweet, church-going, cheating wife of 25 years. You spread your legs wider, placed your hand on my ass and nodded. I bent and kissed your sweet lips as I used my hand to nestle your nether lips open with my cock. The second cock of your life was entering you, slowly pushing your walls wider, finding places never before explored, wider, much much wider thicker than hubby, and deeper, way deeper than you had ever imagined possible. When my cock finally hit bottom your eyes opened wide and your mouth opened soundlessly. Your strong dancer’s legs wrapped around my hips and you held my cock deep inside, getting used to the feeling of fullness.

Looking deeply into your eyes, I began to move. In and out…back and forth…around in circles. If this was going to be a one-off, I was going to give you the complete treatment. And I was going to enjoy this near virginal pussy around my big cock. And yes I was going to fill you up with cum. There was no condom, no barrier to our enjoyment. We made love. We fucked. And finally my balls swelled up and I shot ropes of hot semen into your now open pussy. 

And you loved every minute, every sensation of your transgression. You writhed beneath me, moved your hips and your ass, opened your legs wide and rolled them up, giving me complete access and permission to pound and penetrate you deeply and completely. I roared my orgasm in your ears, biting your neck under your hair to not leave a visible mark and shot my cum deep into your womb past your cervix. Your breath quickened as you felt my wet warmth spurt deep inside. You moaned into my ear, your bliss apparent, your life outside my bedroom walls forgotten. 

My cock softened as we cuddled and kissed. Then you looked at your watch and realized you had kids at church and a husband at home. You jumped up and out of bed and got dressed, my cum being caught in your panties. We kissed quickly, as you ran out my door, looking around to be sure you weren’t seen. After all, you were now my horny little church-going cheating married lover.