After M, I felt horribly guilty. When we started down this road, I said I was never going to kiss anyone; it was just raw sex, always use protection, only with my husband involved, and only with single men. I had broken every one of those. The only rules I hadn’t broken were no anal and staying around my age.

I felt especially guilty after the first time with M. He was married with kids. His wife had been at my wedding and been over to the house several times. I told myself I wasn’t going to ever be with him again, but then I would see him and I would feel that stirring in my panties. Then all I wanted was to get his penis inside me or his tongue between my legs.

What was wrong with me? Was I starting to have control issues? I was really conflicted.  I thought I better take a break. Or better yet, maybe I should just be with my husband. After all, we have a great sex life; I don’t really need other men in my life.

On the other hand… It is so exciting to feel wanted by a man.  To have him look at your body with desire, to feel the first touch on your body. I love the first kiss, especially feeling their tongue inside my mouth.  The first time they play with my boobs.  Having my clothes removed and their eyes on my body.  The first skin on skin contact.  Touching their penis for the first time and sticking it in my mouth.  Then watching them kiss down my body until their head is kissing between my legs.  When they slowly insert their penis inside me, feeling that little pressure and then pure pleasure as they start to stroke inside me. I even love the feeling of them cumming in or on me.  If you aren’t a woman, you don’t understand what I am talking about.

While I was conflicted over my desires, it was summertime. Living on the lake, we spent almost all summer on the lake. I would tan while the kids were swimming. I learned pretty quickly that I could draw some fishermen's attention if I tanned on the dock while the kids were swimming. I couldn’t wear the extremely revealing bikinis I wanted because the family was around. I had a fit body with a large chest, so even the most modest bikini either was too large or showed a larger-than-modest amount of skin.  I didn’t mind, though. If I was lying on the dock, I made sure there was always something to see for anyone looking.

Most nights, after the kids would go to bed, I would go swimming after dark. One night I felt a little naughty, and since it was dark, I tried skinny dipping. I didn’t realize how pleasurable it is. The slightly chilly water on my body was so refreshing. Plus, the thought of my neighbors not realizing I was naked only 100 feet away was a turn on.

One night a neighbor, we can call him Scott, stopped over right as I was putting the kids to bed. He was the grandson of a neighbor who had a cabin next to the house. He was a heavy drinker and smoker, not in good shape at all. We weren’t real close friends, but when he stopped in, I didn’t want to be rude and invited him in. We watched TV, and he kept getting closer to me on the couch. He was eyeing me every time I looked at him. I am sure he was getting a nice view as I was wearing a tank top without a bra. He got so close to me, all I could smell was cigarettes. The final straw was when he started rubbing my thigh, staring at my chest.

I needed to find a nice way to get him off me, so I asked him if he wanted to go swimming. I explained I needed my exercise and needed to get to sleep. I was going to wear my suit so as not to encourage anything. He seemed really disappointed and then decided to go home.

I debated swimming in my suit, just in case, but I had really grown to like skinny dipping.  Against my better judgement, I waited to make sure Scott wasn’t coming back, and I stripped down nude and wrapped myself into a towel and then went to the lake.  I took the towel off and jumped in. By the time I made my first lap and came back to the dock, Scott was standing there in his swimsuit. He said he changed his mind.

I didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t want to encourage anything, as I didn’t really want him. I did kind of like being looked at though.  He jumped in, and we swam laps, mostly me.  If he didn’t know I was nude already, he sure was surprised when I hopped out and started drying myself while we talked. I looked him straight in the eye and told him he is the only one that knows I do this, so he better not ruin it by telling anyone!  As long as he keeps the secret, he is welcome to swim anytime he wants. He promised he wouldn’t touch me and keep our secret safe.

Scott joined me the rest of the summer almost every time I went that he was up and the husband was working. Sometimes, he joined me and other times just to keep me company.  When he did join, he was clothed but after some encouragement, he decided to try going nude and then did every time after.  Afterwards, we would sit on the dock next to each other, chatting while we caught our breath. I really grew to understand him and like him. 

As winter came, swimming came to an end. Scott didn’t come over as much, but I still saw him often. One time he brought a movie over for us to watch. At this point I felt so comfortable with him I went in and put my favorite nightshirt on and nothing underneath. I plopped down next to him and told him to make himself comfortable if he wanted. He asked if I minded if he took his pants off, and I told him I had already seen him naked, so be my guest. After he took his pants off and sat back down, I covered us with a blanket. He got a little bold and asked me to take off my shirt, which I had no problem doing. We started watching the movie.

About halfway through, without me even realizing what he was doing, his hands were on my chest. At first, I really was enjoying the massage, and then he reached in to kiss me. As soon as I smelled the whiskey and cigarettes, I stopped it. I didn’t tell him my husband loves me playing with others, but I did tell him we couldn’t do that. He was understanding but almost dejected. He was also so horny he was shaking. There was pre-cum leaking through the blanket, so I “adjusted” the blanket to take a peek, and his penis was soaking wet.

I really wanted to sleep with him at that point, but I couldn’t get over how poorly he took care of himself. I got up and went into the bedroom. I came back out with tissue and lube. I sat next to him and said that it isn’t cheating if he masturbates while looking at me. I gave him the KY and watched as he got himself lubed up. After a minute or so, I grabbed one of his hands and stuck it on my chest to help him along. I was so turned on at that moment I almost caved, but instead I reached down and started stroking him so he could grab me with the other. After another minute, I whispered to him to lie down. Like a good boy, he listened, and I put him between my boobs and started rubbing up and down. That was the ticket! He exploded and actually shot onto my face. It was a lot.

Having cum sprayed all over my neck and face didn’t exactly calm me down. I went and got myself cleaned up and then cleaned what he had all over him.

I climbed on top of him and laid my head on his chest. We started watching the movie again like this. The whole time he was being so nice, rubbing my shoulders and side affectionately. It felt great, but that stirring inside my legs wasn’t going away. Then I started to feel something poking me again.

I looked at him and told him, “I am impressed you are already hard again.”  He laughed and said, “Of course, you’re f’n hot as hell!”  I reached up and gave him a quick peck on the lips and said, “Thank you.”  I laid my head back down and we watched the movie a little longer.

I felt him continue to grow against my body.  It didn’t help that I kept wiggling against him.  As I am watching the movie he started breathing a little heavier, and then I realized I had shifted so I could started stroking him again.  It's like I was on autopilot. I thought, “I touched him and got him fired up; I had better not leave him hanging.”  I started caressing him more and, by the way he was breathing, I knew he was enjoying it.

I don’t even remember making a conscious decision to please him; it was like I was just meant to do it. Since he was already on his back, I just straddled him and started sliding his penis up and down my pussy lips. I grabbed my left breast and leaned down, feeding the nipple into his mouth. I surprised myself and lifted my hips just enough to feel his head go up against my lips. I started wiggling my body, and his tip found the opening, and I just sat right down. I was so wet I was able to take him all without any effort.

I just sat there for a while enjoying the way he was sucking on my nipple and the sensation of a new penis inside me.  I started to move up and down, careful not to pull my breast out of his mouth.  Eventually the need to orgasm built up so much I sat straight up and started grinding hard and was rewarded with a mind-shattering orgasm.  

After I came down from my orgasm, I started bouncing up and down.  I started fucking him like I was obsessed with his cock.  I grabbed both of his hands and led them to my chest and held them while we played with my nipples.  Next thing I knew, I was having another small orgasm.   

I guess I wanted him more than I was willing to admit. All those talks while we were naked, teasing him with little jiggles of my chest on the dock, accidental brushes here and there, had worked me up more than I was willing to admit. I was so wet and felt more building.

Then he did something that surprised me for how out of shape he was. While he was still inside me, he picked me up and spun me over on my back. Once I was on my back, he took charge. It was so erotic. I met every thrust with my hips just so I could feel the grinding against my clit. I reached up and grabbed his face and buried my tongue in his mouth; at that point, I didn’t care anymore. The pure lust just took hold.

Having my tongue in his mouth must have just about done it for him. I felt him tense up, felt that feeling of him growing just a little bit, and with a huge moan in my mouth, he let go. His shots were so powerful, I swear I could feel them hitting me inside. I kept kissing him all the way through his orgasm.

He collapsed on top of me.  I wrapped my legs around his and held him in me.  For some reason, I was dreading the moment he was no longer in me.  I wanted it to last so long.  I just lay there, content, kissing his lips and nibbling his neck.  I felt him go soft inside me but I just wrapped my legs tighter around him.  All of a sudden, his lack of taking care of himself didn’t matter anymore to me.

I eventually loosened my grip on him, and he popped out. He lay on me another minute, then walked into the bathroom to clean himself. He brought back a warm towel and cleaned me! He was so soft and sensual as he started cleaning between my legs. The only other man that had ever done that was my husband!

We sat cuddling together on the couch for a long time. We were just talking, kissing, and caressing. It was so nice and relaxing. I dozed off in his arms. Eventually, I knew my husband was going to be home soon, so reluctantly, I told him he had to go.

He got dressed, and I stayed nude. We hugged, kissed some more, and said goodbye. As he left, he promised he would never tell anyone about this. I said, "Good, because I want this to happen again!" He seemed shocked but said he would be back!

My husband got home. I told him what happened, and he was in shock. We made love and fell asleep in each other's arms. When the kids woke up in the morning, my husband let me sleep in. I guess it pays to sleep around… 

Less than a week later, about an hour after the kids went to sleep, I heard a soft knock. I felt this tingle of excitement and ran to the door. There Scott was, all freshly cleaned and smelling great. I grabbed his hand and brought him into the house, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling his mouth to mine. We kissed like two lovesick teenagers, forever, it seemed.

As our mouths left each other, he grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. He handed me another video and asked if we could watch it. I told him we don’t need to pretend as I then grabbed his hand and led him into my bedroom. I pulled the sheets down and lay down looking him straight in the eye.

He lay down next to me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him passionately. He wrapped his arms around me. His hands went lower and grabbed my butt, pulling it tight. I wrapped my leg over his, and we both rolled over with me on top. I started to grind into him.

Pretty soon, his hands grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Next came my bra. I needed his mouth on my nipples, so I leaned forward and fed them to him. With that and my grinding against him, I was getting wet enough that my panties were becoming uncomfortable, so I reluctantly pulled away and lay on my side.

I pulled his head in to kiss him and then unbuttoned his shirt. I then started kissing his nipples while undoing his pants. He was trying to undo my pants, but the angle was all wrong. We both reluctantly pulled away and took the remaining clothes off. My panties were soaked through, and my pants were almost showing a wet spot.

Once our clothes were off, he lay me on my back. He started kissing me down my neck, twirling my nipples with his tongue, and then continued down my body until his head was in between my legs. He playfully licked at my lips and then stuck his tongue inside me as far as it would go, and then slowly licked up to my clit. This was another surprising development! He was fantastic at this, too.

I lay back and enjoyed every minute of his mouth on me. I started to build up, and pretty soon I was humping his mouth and breathing so hard I thought I would pass out. My orgasm was so intense I was seeing stars. As soon as I was able to lie still, he started nibbling my thighs and working his way back up my body. As I waited for him to make it back to my mouth, I felt this uncontrollable urge to please him. It was my life’s mission to please this man anyway I could!

When he finally made it back to my lips, I kissed him again. His chin was soaking wet, so I kissed him all over his face to clean my juices off of him. Then I gently pushed him to lay him on his back. He got the hint and lay down.

I climbed on top of him and kissed him for a quick second and then started migrating down his body. I rubbed my nipples along his naked body as I moved downwards. I felt his penis rubbing against my stomach and then into my cleavage. My nipples were on fire, sending jolts down to my crotch. I lifted up a little and then rubbed my nipple around his cock. He left a nice little string of pre-cum from my nipples to his dickhead. I continued on down, watching the string break as my head moved closer. I still get really wet thinking about that little string connecting my nipple to his dick.

I finally lay between his legs and grabbed his penis. I was looking at it and felt a hunger. I just blew lightly at first so I could feel the twitch. I slowly started kissing it up and down the shaft on the side and then the bottom. Finally, reaching the tip, I engulfed it and started giving him the best blowjob I knew how to do. I was going deeper and deeper until I finally hit bottom. I held it there, wrapping my tongue around it, and then stuck my tongue out to quickly touch his balls. I started choking, so I had to remove it, but then I cozied up to his balls for a minute. After I felt him getting harder, I reached back up and took him in my mouth again. I was using my mouth and tongue together to try to give him the best satisfaction I could. I knew I couldn’t last much longer because my jaw was getting sore, but it wasn’t a problem because he started spasming and came in my mouth! It was too much to be able to swallow, so I just let it run down his shaft while I continued massaging him. When I felt the last spurt, I slightly opened my mouth and took him all in, then closed it and sucked him as clean as I could get him.

I let him out of my mouth and just lay on his thigh, looking at his dick. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his balls and just lightly rubbed them. It wasn’t too long before he started stirring again, so I reached over and just ran my tongue up and down the underside. He was ready to go in seconds. I have never been with a guy that can recover so quickly.

I worked my way up his body, but I didn’t want him to kiss me because I had his juices all over my face. I turned my back to him and reached back to help guide him in. I was so worked up he slid in without any issue. He was pumping into me, and I was pumping back. He reached around and was tweaking my nipples, and then that feeling was back. I came again! He seemed to really like my ass because his hands never stopped rubbing it. I could tell he was getting tired of all this extraneous exercise, so I told him to lie down.

I was still a little sore and needed a little break, so I climbed between his legs and started sucking on him again. I was giving him a great visual with my boobs bouncing up and down as I vigorously bobbed my head up and down. I knew he was getting close, but I wanted him to cum in me this time.

I pulled my mouth off him and could see the disappointment in his face. Then I heard a little moan as I turned around and lowered myself onto him. I started grinding and bouncing, trying to give him the best visual as I rode him backwards. As I expected, his hands were all over my ass and playing with my hole. I decided then if he wanted that, I would let him, but beyond a finger now and then, he never tried.

I rode him for all I was worth. I was surprised when I felt that tingling building up inside me. I couldn’t stop myself now, and I rode him to an earth-shattering orgasm. As I was coming down, I realized he had cum at the same time as me!

Once again, I had this overpowering urge to please him, and I know guys like it when women do this. I climbed off him and grabbed his penis and licked him clean. I don’t know why, but both of our juices mixed together tasted different, but not bad.

After lying there for a few minutes, I grabbed his hand and led him to the shower. We both climbed in, and I cleaned every part of each other's bodies. It was a perfect ending to the night, a sensual shower. After drying each other off, we lay in each other's arms in bed, kissing and talking until we dozed off.

I woke him up when it was time to go by taking him in my mouth. It didn’t take long before he was wide awake. He told me to spin around, and I lay on top of him 69ing until he came. This time, I was able to swallow it all.

I helped him dress and then walked him to the door. We kissed a long time while saying our goodbyes. I told him I wanted him back in my bed soon as I watched him walk away.

This went on throughout the winter. I do remember the sex was always great and the cuddling after was nice, but as with most people, the first couple of times the details are memorable. After that, they tend to meld together. Some weeks he was over multiple times and some only once, but I don’t think we ever went more than 7 days between seeing each other. Most nights he didn’t tell his parents he was coming up just so he could stay as long as he could in my bed. Every time we treated each other as passionate lovers. He grew to know my body, and I grew to know his.

Towards the end, he asked me to help him fill out a personal ad for this online dating website. I didn’t even know those existed. We sat down at the computer and I helped where I could while taking breaks to give him a blowjob. I thought to myself how sexy it was that we were both almost completely naked while he was looking for a new girlfriend, and at many points during his search I had his penis in my mouth! 

For the longest time, when he would be up at the cabin with his future wife, I would see them smiling, and the evil side of my memories would come out. The first time they were chatting online was at my house while I had his dick in my mouth, and as soon as they said good night, he took me in the bed and fucked me silly.

As summer came and he was starting a serious relationship, he didn’t come around much and eventually not at all. I was surprised at how good he was; I shouldn’t have been so judgmental! He really knew how to kiss, and he was very passionate. We grew to be masters of each other's bodies. He wasn’t just fucking me; we were having passionate sex. I wish I hadn’t waited so long! That’s what I get for being quick to assume.

With Scott coming over and then M from the previous story occasionally coming over, there were some weeks where I was sleeping with three different guys a week and not even using a condom! I was living the life, and my husband was encouraging me at every step of the way. I was truly a lucky woman!