It had been a few months since my vacation, and Amy had moved on with her life. It was back to my husband and me.

Our kids were getting older now, so we had talked about it and decided we needed to really buckle down and keep our secret sex life away from the kids. That meant no more sleepovers while the kids were home. Which made my extracurricular activities that much harder.

To make a little extra cash, I answered an ad to help a couple by cleaning their house. She was the president of a trucking firm, and he was just starting this wholesale supply company on the internet, working from home. I would clean their house one afternoon a week after work.  

After a couple of months, I went to the bathroom and noticed a camera was in there.  I turned it on and did my business. The next time I went, it was right back in the same spot. I wondered if this was a security system camera or if he was hoping to catch me going to the bathroom. I put my face up to it and then waved. 

When I came out of the bathroom, he met me and was really frazzled, apologizing profusely. He begged me not to tell anyone. I asked him why he did it; he said he is not attracted to his wife and I am so beautiful he wanted to see more of me. Without thinking, I said all he had to do was ask, and I would show him. He begged me, so I took my shirt and bra off and finished cleaning the house topless. 

The next time I went to clean, I just took my shirt and bra off and cleaned in a short pair of shorts. He followed me around and soon asked me to remove my shorts. I did and finished cleaning nude. Soon it was just commonplace to make sure he was alone and strip nude while he watched.

This went on a few more times, me completely nude cleaning his house. I don’t remember how it happened, but we ended up making out in his daughter's bed. I took his penis out of his pants, planning on giving him a blow job, but he was so worked up he came in my hands in seconds. I have never seen a load of cum shoot as far as it did. Most of it went over my head onto the headboard, and some landed all over me. 

The next time, the same thing happened. I barely was able to touch him before he was shooting cum all over. It is too bad, because he had a beautiful penis and I really wanted to kiss it. The next time we made it to getting the head in my pussy, but he shot his load before I could get him inside. I still enjoyed kissing him and letting him play with my body, though.

No matter what I tried, I just couldn’t get him to calm down enough to have sex or even a blow job.  If there was any sexual contact, he would cum large amounts.  Even if he got hard twice, he would still cum really fast.

I was very careful to not show my frustration.  Eventually we were able to undress and kiss for a little while before he would cum, so I made the best of it. I would usually touch him and guide him towards me so he would cum on my pussy. Then we would use that as lubricant so he could play with me to give me an orgasm. Sometimes I would play with myself, and he would cum without even being touched. We even used toys at times.

This went on for a while. One day, as we were in bed after making each other cum, he confided that he is able to fuck his wife now and their sex life is better. In a weird way, that took all my guilt away and made me feel like I was helping them.

This went on and off for over a year. He really enjoyed playing with my body, and I enjoyed playing with his. He only made it all the way in me one time. I eventually quit because I was worried his wife would find out, and I really didn’t need the money.

A much-deserved date night was in the cards for my husband and me. We decided to go to a comedy club. The one we chose was about an hour and a half away and was attached to a hotel. It was a nice hotel with a lounge, pool, hot tub, and sauna. 

The night of our date, the kids were at their cousin’s house, so we didn’t need to worry about when we would be home. We decided to go ahead and get a hotel room. We checked in and got ready for a night out. We dressed up, but not too fancy. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a sleeveless white blouse buttoned to about halfway down my boobs. It showed a nice amount of cleavage but not too much.

We first went out to eat and then arrived at the comedy club. The seating was four people per table. We were sitting first, so we got to choose how to sit. My husband sat on one side, and I sat across the table from him. That would mean whoever sat next to us at the table would be sitting next to either of us.

It turns out, it wasn’t a couple that sat next to us, but one guy. A little bit older, but looked good. A little bit of graying hair and slightly pudgy. 

A while back, my husband and I decided that if I felt like playing for the night, we would introduce ourselves as a couple on a first date. If things went well, my husband would end the date and leave us alone. If I was in the mood, I didn’t wear my wedding ring.

As our new table mate introduced himself as Rich, my husband introduced us and explained this was a blind date set up by a friend. Until the show began, I was lightly flirting with our new friend and not paying much attention to my husband. We talked about why he was in town, different interests, and shared stories. There were plenty of times I rested my hand on his arm. It turns out he was in town visiting family the next day, so he decided to treat himself to a night alone and attended the comedy show since it was in the same hotel. 

When the show started, we all turned our chairs toward the stage, putting me behind him. I stretched out my legs, hoping he would rub one. After a couple of minutes, I saw him look down and see my feet by his. He tried to reach down, but it was too far without making it obvious, so I raised my leg up for him to grab. He took the hint and moved his leg to rest my foot on his. His fingers felt so good rubbing my calf and lower leg.

I glanced at my husband, who had a huge smile on his face. As soon as the show was over, my husband “date” stood up, shook my hand, and said it was nice meeting me, but he had to go. He walked away, leaving me with Rich.

Rich looked at me and asked if I wanted a drink. I told him I would love one. We made our way to the lounge and sat in a booth drinking our drinks and chatting. We were sitting on the same side and were extremely close, rubbing legs against each other. 

I asked if he tried the hot tub yet, and he said he hadn’t. I told him that is the first thing I always do; I love a good hot tub. He offered to take me to the hotel one, if I wanted. I said I didn’t have a suit, so I would have to pass. Then I asked if he had a shirt I could wear in place of a suit. He said that could be arranged, and he would follow me and he will set me up.

I followed him up to his room. It was an awkward walk because we both wanted the same thing but weren’t quite sure if the other wanted it. We got into the room, and he handed me a Def Leopard T-shirt, unfortunately black so it wouldn’t be as see-through as I hoped. I went into the bathroom, stripped off all my clothes, put on my white lacy panties, and put the shirt on. I just love the canyon between my boobs when wearing a t-shirt with no bra. When I walked out, I saw his eyes go right to my tits, and I knew this night was going to be fun.

He quickly changed, and I wrapped my bottom half with a towel, and away we went. When we got into the pool area, I made sure I was turned away as I unwrapped the towel and then bent slightly so he could see my panties. I slowly climbed in and sat down, letting the shirt float up. 

Rich sat down next to me, and we started talking again. This time our bare legs were touching while we talked, and his arm was loosely around my back. When we got in, there were two other guys in the hot tub who watched me like a hawk but left soon after we got in.

It was awkward for a couple of minutes, but we worked through it. Eventually I complained my shoulders hurt, so he started to rub them with his arm around my back. I cuddled up to him, and he was rubbing my shoulders. His hand went lower and then lifted my shirt up so he could rub more of my back. As he did this, I turned my head up, and he met my lips for a long kiss.

Soon we were kissing very passionately. Both arms were now rubbing my naked back. After a couple of minutes, we broke our embrace and sat back, breathing heavily. I rested my hand on his upper thigh, rubbing tiny circles on his leg while I nuzzled into him.

Rich started massaging me again, this time on my neck. His hand went around the front and rubbed my upper chest but not my breasts. My hand brushed his crotch, and our mouths found each other again. This time his hands went down to my butt and lifted me up onto his lap. We kissed while he rubbed my butt for another couple of minutes. Then I told him we better go back to his room before we get arrested. 

We dried off in a hurry and headed back to his room. When we were inside, I took my shirt and panties off and climbed in under the covers to warm up. He followed suit.

We kissed in each other's arms while our hands and mouths explored each other's bodies. I took him into my mouth and was a little shocked he was smaller than I expected. I didn’t let it show because I still wanted him. I worked my way back up his body, and then he laid me on my back and went down on me. He was a little awkward but found the right spot, and soon I came on his mouth.

When he climbed up, I leaned over to my purse and grabbed a condom. I went down on him again and then slipped the condom on. I climbed up his body and guided him inside. He was a little small, and I was wet from playing, so he slid right in.

I rode him for a while. He played with my tits so I bent down to let him take a nipple into his mouth. I had to tell him not to be so rough a couple of times, but still enjoyed it. I was really enjoying riding him and was slowly working myself up to an orgasm. All of a sudden, it was upon me, and I had a great orgasm while grinding down on him.

To his benefit, he didn’t cum when I did. He soon picked me up and slammed me down on my back. He grabbed a leg and put it over his shoulder and was pounding away. I like a guy that can take charge.

He was really working hard and looked like he was enjoying fucking me. I kept up with his pace and worked hard to make sure I met every thrust. When he came, it was very intense, and he made the sexiest face that made me cum again!

Even though we were both a sweaty mess, I wanted him inside me. I wrapped my legs around his and held him tight while we kissed. I couldn’t help myself, and I kissed all the way around his neck, tasting his sweat. I glanced at the bedside clock; I was shocked it had been two hours of intense sex.  No wonder we were all sweaty!

When he went soft and popped out, we cuddled for a while longer, and then we took a shower, cleaning each other off. After the shower, we sat in bed nude talking some more, and then he said he had to get to sleep. I kissed him one last time, got dressed, and then left. I didn’t want to put my wet panties on, so I left them for him.

We didn’t exchange phone numbers or last names. It was a true one-night stand. I went back to my husband, a happy lady, knowing I just fulfilled one of my last fantasies. My husband asked if I was calling it quits and going back to being monogamous; I told him, “Not on your life." He got a big smile and said, “Good!”

One thing I found out about myself is that I love pleasing others and being pleased. Every guy I met, I couldn’t stop thinking about the face they would make cumming in me. Every girl I met, I couldn’t stop wondering what they would look like as I made them cum. 

One thing was for certain: I was addicted to this lifestyle!