Feeling movement, I opened my eyes. The bare chest I lay on was unfamiliar, as was the hand that rested on my bare arm. As I lifted my head and looked around, I was puzzled to see that I was lying naked in another man’s bed that I didn’t recognize.

“Hey there, sleepyhead. I thought it was the man’s job to go to sleep after we cum," Shane laughed.

Now I remembered. I had just had oral sex with my trainer, Shane. I could still taste his semen in my mouth and remembered that I had sucked his cock just so I could swallow it, making up for the time when I had spat him out in the gym parking lot.

The guilt that seeped into my mind was soon replaced with lust, which was returning with a vengeance, and this time, my pussy would not be denied.

"Can I talk now, Suz?" he said as the fog in my mind cleared.

I picked up his still soft cock that was hard and daunting just minutes before and started playing with it. "Mmhmm."

"I could eat you all night. Do you always cum that hard?" 

Instead of answering, I said, "I should be angry at you, Shane. You know that I'm a happily married woman, yet you have no problem taking advantage of my lack of willpower. I love my husband, yet I'm lying here naked with you, in your bed, with the taste of your cum in my mouth. You're obviously a man who has no regard for the promise that a married woman makes to her husband when she says, 'I do'..."

"I'm sorry," he told me, not knowing if I was having second thoughts.

"No, Shane, wait. Let me finish." Moving into a sitting position between his legs, I caressed his cock slowly as I continued. "I'm not blaming you for my indiscretions. I'm a grown woman who can make my own choices. Unfortunately, just like you men, women make bad decisions when we think with our brains below our waists,” I told him as I slightly smiled. "Like the choice I made on the roof."

Shane got a questionable look on his face before asking, "Does that mean…that we are still going to…?"

"Yes, Shane, it does. Just because I’m confused doesn’t mean I don't want you to fuck me," I told him before sliding down. "You do have a really nice cock. Do you like your balls sucked?" I asked, not waiting for an answer before taking them into my mouth one by one.

"Fuck, Suz. Yesss." His cock was quickly standing at full attention. I was a novice at sucking balls, but they felt sexy in my mouth. Thank goodness he knew to shave them. After I gave each a proper tongue bath, I released them. “I think I’m addicted to the power trip sucking cock gives me; it turns me on so fucking much!” I exclaimed.

I then leaned over to whisper in his ear as I moved up his body to straddle his cock with the cleft of my pussy. “Remember when you asked if I ever thought of you while my husband fucks me? This big, fat cock has fucked my tiny little pussy so many times and taken so many loads of cum deep inside of her."

"Fuck, Suz, I wish I was actually there to enjoy it,"

"We're here now," I panted, trying desperately not to just impale him. I wanted the first time to last, not to mention to drive him completely insane. Being in control was intoxicating. 

I put my forehead against his as I continued to glide my pussy along his shaft. "I'm not leaving your bed until this cock has been buried inside of my pussy and I'm leaking your cum after we both fuck each other silly," I told him as the juices continued to flow.

I looked down between my legs, and my labia was practically surrounding Shane's hard cock and looked deliciously vulgar. Shane started to talk, but again, I shut him down.

"Shhh, no more talk." My hands were caressing his chest as my eyes focused on his. "I'm fucking burning up inside," I told him with a slutty voice that I didn't know I had. "I'm going to cum on your cock, and then I'm going to fuck you," I said as my hips started going faster back and forth, gliding over his slick cock without allowing his penetration. Shane was afraid to break eye contact as the sloshing between our bodies became more pronounced. 

My orgasm then overtook every inch of my body. "Oh god, here it comes! Fuuuck yesss."

When I was finally able to open my eyes, Shane's stomach was wet from my cum, along with his balls. "Oops, sorry about that," I told him. "You're going to need a shower after I'm done with you. I hope this isn't the side you sleep on," I teased.

"Yeah, thanks, Suz," he said as he pulled me down to suck my nipples into his mouth. He feasted on my breasts for a couple of minutes before I couldn't take any more.

"Mmm, my nipples are really tender right now; they feel like you're sucking my clit." I pulled my nipples away from his lips and mashed his mouth with mine, shoving my tongue inside for a few lustful moments to build his anticipation even more. If I wasn't careful, he was going to bust without penetrating me, and I really needed to get laid right now.

I lifted his hands to my breasts and guided them to touch my sides, hips, stomach, and ass. Pushing myself up, I reached through my legs to wrap my hand around his cock. "Since you helped to mold this body, what if I were to tell you that you can own it for one night?" My pussy then opened to the tip of his cock as I dropped my full weight onto his bare cock without warning, feeding my hungry, desperate pussy. "OHHH FUCK, YESSS," I hissed in a low, raspy voice. My pussy felt as if it were losing its virginity all over again as his cock forced the passage's flesh to the side, enveloping itself around him.

"You have no idea how much I've needed this," I quietly told him. "Your cock feels sooo wonderful!" The sheath of my pussy continued to stretch and expand to the new shape and size of another man's condomless cock, making me feel wicked.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," I whispered as he reached up to squeeze my nipples. "After I'm done fucking you this first time," I continued as I started to move myself up his shaft, "I'll let you do whatever you want to my body," I told him as his cock slowly stirred my insides, bringing me to orgasm, making me sound like a babbling idiot.

I lifted myself off of his cock, slamming myself down, over and over, fucking him so hard that I could see the juices splashing on his chest and stomach. I've never been a squirter, but today I couldn't stop.

I figured he would last a bit longer since I had swallowed him not long ago, but the urgency of how I fucked him was just too much. The look on his face was priceless as I used him like a piece of meat; it was fun turning the tables. 

"Your pussy is going to squeeze my dick off," he insisted as he grabbed my ass and held on for dear life. "You're going to make me cum."

"Do it, fill my slutty cunt." I HATED that word, cunt. It's so derogatory, but it was exactly the word that fit the moment. I clenched down with my cunt as I pounded against his hips. The erotic sounds of skin slapping against skin along with the sloshing of my juices were all that we could hear as we rutted like wild animals.

Jon had never heard me act like this. Maybe that was it. I was betraying my husband, so I didn't feel as if I deserved the respect of an honorable woman. I was acting like a slut and was reveling in my own illicit behavior.

I refused to break eye contact as Shane came closer to exploding. "Do it, own your slut's filthy pussy." I wanted to watch the very moment that he lost control and unloaded his sperm deep inside of my cheating cunt and wanted him to remember what kind of woman he had forced out of me.

Shane tried his hardest to hold back, which is probably what did him in. A loud, pent-up groan filled the room as his potent seed shot powerfully into me, soiling the walls of my formerly faithful pussy, each pulse sending millions of his sperm against my cervix, challenging the effectiveness of my birth control.

After our orgasms had finally subsided and his balls were thoroughly emptied, I fell to his chest and stretched my legs out so we were missionary with me on top, his cock still buried inside of me as we intimately kissed.

"That was…incredible," I breathed as his shrinking cock slipped from my body, leaving me feeling satisfied yet knowing that this was only the beginning of the night to follow. I rolled over onto the bed with my arms open and my legs splayed apart. I could feel his sperm seeping out of my pussy and down my ass. I tried to look to see how much was coming out but could only feel it as gobs of semen soaked the bed, adding to its wetness.

Neither of us said a word as we stared at the ceiling, wondering what had just happened. Shane noticed that my hands had moved to my face and that I was softly crying.

"Are you okay?" Shane asked.

"Am I okay? I just cheated on my husband," I told him. "I took another man's cock into my pussy, my married pussy. Your sperm is running down my ass. So, no, I'm not okay; to be honest, I'm terrified because of how much I enjoyed it and how much I really needed it."

Shane took me into his arms and cuddled with me for a few minutes. As much as I enjoy the feel of my man holding me after sex, this wasn't my man. I had to get away from the intimacy and get cleaned up.

"Hey, I need to shower. How about we go up to the roof and look at the city while we rest up?"

"Rest up?" he said, not knowing if the night was over or not.

Turning to my side so I faced him, I offered. "Yes, rest up. I told you that my body belongs to you tonight, remember?"

"I, well, I didn't think. Seriously?"

Laughing, I told him, "I meant what I said. Tonight, this body belongs to you," I assured him.

"You little vixen. Sounds good to me. I've been wanting to devour your body for quite some time, but I never in my wildest dreams would have figured you to be so..."

"Slutty?" I offered.

"C'mon, Suz. You're certainly not a slut. Intense was the word I was going to use."

"Well, lover, I'm not your girlfriend, and I already have a husband, so tonight, I am a slut, your slut. Don't go thinking you're all that, either," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "You're just here to provide the fresh meat."

"What? So I'm just a dildo?"

"A realistic dildo." I smirked. "Don't fight it, especially when I'm offering my pussy. I know that you want to fuck me just as much as I want that monster inside of me again. I'm not letting you seduce me and send me home before your cum dries."

"Oh, I definitely want to fuck you again. Don't think that you're getting much sleep tonight," he insisted.

I was finally able to take a shower, making sure to lock the door so Shane didn't come in. I was pretty certain that if he did join me, we wouldn't have made it to the rooftop like I wanted. Thirty minutes later, we were on the roof with several others who were still enjoying themselves, mostly couples who were making out or trying unsuccessfully to be discreet.

After watching the city lights for a while, Shane took me to the corner where this all started. We kissed for several minutes before I felt his hand go up my skirt. "Turn around, Suz. I'm betting you've never been fucked on a rooftop overlooking the city."

I didn't bother to answer as he lifted my skirt to pull my panties to the side. He then slipped two fingers into my pussy while pushing my shoulders down so I was leaning against the rail. Pulling his shorts down, he lined himself up with my naturally lubricated pussy and easily slid his hard, thick cock deeply into me in one thrust.

I literally bit down onto my arm to mute my cries as lights flashed in my brain at the heavenly intrusion. He inched his way out and back again so I could experience every inch as he fucked me. After a few minutes, to help stave off his building orgasm, he would pull out only to replace his cock with his fingers. He continued the tormentous pleasure back and forth until he finally had to change it up.

"Suck me, Suz, clean your cum from my cock."

I quickly turned and dropped to my knees, expecting him to unload down my throat.

"Fuck, we need to get back to the bedroom before I bust," he finally said as I licked him clean with more enthusiasm than he was prepared for.

A few minutes later he stood next to the bed with my legs around his neck while he plowed into me. "Watch it going into you, Suz; you can practically see your stomach move."

He was right; Shane was angled so I could see my belly expand and disappear each time he thrust into me, pushing so deep that I could see a bulge almost to my belly button. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

"Turn over, I want to see that amazing ass while I fuck you," he said as he flipped me over onto my stomach. "I've been wanting to fuck you since the first time we worked out together."

Looking up, I saw a large mirror in the corner; in it, there was a woman who I didn't recognize. She was sexy and looked as if she were in the throes of constant sexual intoxication. I had never seen the look of raw sexuality on my own face before; I liked it.

Shane was true to his word; we barely got any sleep that night. I think we were both determined to outfuck each other into unconsciousness.

I awoke around 6 am to the touch of his hands caressing my ass. My body felt as if it had been through an intense workout, which it had.

The guilt hit me as soon as I realized that I slept in another man's bed. "Did we do what I think we did?" I asked myself. I reached down and touched my pussy. "Oh my god, what have I done?" My pussy was sore, and my thighs had dried cum on them. My nipples even hurt from being sucked on, pulled, and twisted for hours.

It was still dark, and my body hurt, so when he asked if I wanted to join him in the hot tub on the roof, I jumped at the opportunity. He found me a pair of shorts that didn't fit me too badly, and I used my bra as a top. Nobody was around, and just like the night before, the sky looked gorgeous. We watched the sun come up, and since nobody was around, we made out like lovers.

Again, I became putty in his hands as he slipped a finger into my ass as we kissed and touched each other, reigniting the embers that were still burning. I didn't realize what twisted thoughts were going through his mind, and I would have never thought a finger would feel good in my ass, but it was surprisingly pleasant in a wicked sort of way as a second digit felt its way up my butt.

"Let's go back; I have some oils to give you a full body massage. It'll make you feel better."

In his bed, Shane put another sheet down before massaging the oils into my back and ass. "Relax, don't forget, I still own your body."

Remembering that I told him that made me wonder what he had in mind. Still, I followed directions and stayed on my stomach as he mounted me from behind so he could run his chest along my backside along while sliding his erect cock through the cheeks of my ass.

He used his hands to manipulate my muscles from my head to my toes. I had no idea he was calming me so he could corrupt my body one more time. After giving me a full body massage, my body was a mound of flesh and erogenous zones. It took longer than I thought it would when his cock finally penetrated my pussy.

"Ouch," I told him as he filled my pussy slowly and carefully. I must have been bruised inside my vagina for it to feel as it did.

"Don't worry, you'll feel fine in a day or two," he laughed.

"Not funny, Shane," I told him with a smile as he pulled out only to squirt more oil onto my ass. He then continued his body glide as I melted to his touch.

"Remember what you said: your body is mine to do with as I wish."

"What's going through that head of yours, Shane?" I asked, only to be told that my body belonged to him and that I had no choice but to relent to his demands.

"If I go too far, you can stop me, but we both know you don't quit anything, no matter what."

"Shane?"

He then pushed himself up and straddled my legs as he massaged my ass. His fingers would probe the edges around my pussy, and his thumbs would brush my sphincter and enter my ass occasionally. "Remember, you're not a quitter," he whispered to me while leaning down to my ear.

He must have massaged my ass with his hands and cock for a good half hour before he aimed his cock head at my anal passage and pushed.

I have no idea why I didn't expect it. "Whoa, what's gotten into that mind of yours, mister?"

"This body belongs to me, remember? I'm going to take what's mine, is all."

I tried to turn my head to say something but couldn't. I understood his meaning when he pushed and didn't stop until the head of his cock was fully lodged inside of my virgin ass.

"Oh my god, Shane. We can't, not there. I've never…"

"I know, that's why I'm going to fuck your perfect bubble butt," he said as another four inches penetrated my virginal hole. "Your ass will always belong to me. Even if I never fuck it again, I'll always be your first."

I didn't know how to react or respond as he pushed even more of his monster into my anal cavity.

"Fuck, Shane, it hurts," I said without trying to push him away or remove his cock from invading my depths. "Fuck, go slow, dammit. Oh my god, go slow."

After several earth-shattering moments, he was buried inside of my asshole to the root. "Fuck yeah. I'm balls deep. You did it. Now you're exclusively my anal slut."

I was so far gone that his words didn't even faze me. I wailed wildly as the new sensation drove me to act like a lunatic. "Oh, God, I'm your anal whore; fuck your whore's ass." I startled myself at how much I was getting into the full illicitness of the moment. "Oh god, oh god… Go slow, it's so big," I warned, a bit stressed. I was breathing heavily, trying to relax as much as possible as my ass was resized with every push.

"You're doing great," he encouraged me as he continued to pillage my last virginity.

Out of sheer curiosity, I reached between my legs to feel the violation. It was a strange feeling as he slid his cock past my fingers and into my ass instead of my pussy. "Keep fucking me, don't stop; it feels better when you're moving." It seemed like we were fucking in slow motion, his cock stretching the muscle and nerves in my ass inch by inch. I appreciated that he never forced it or lost control. He was doing it for me just as much as for himself.

"Your ass is going to make me cum soon. Should I paint your perfect ass with my cum, Suz?"

"No, please. Finish inside of me. I want your cum. Fuck me..." I said in a sexual frenzy. "Do it, go hard, cum inside of me! Come on, fuck me!" I reached around him and pulled his hips into me while I hurled myself back onto his engorged weapon in a flurry. "FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS, HARDER. Do it! Come in your whore's ass." I went into an absolute frenzy as I thought about my ass being filled with his sperm. 

The seal of my ass was so tight that I could feel his sperm surging into my bowels. Finally, we both started to settle down and came to our senses. "Oh my god, that was intense. You have no idea how good your ass looks with my cock in it," Shane said. He stayed inside of me for as long as he could, savoring the fact that he took me further than no man ever had. He lay on top of my body and slowly moved with the ease of the oils. After he finally slid out, we showered and washed each other.

I was in a trance as I dried off and dressed for my trip home. The distance was just a few miles, but I had a lot of thinking to do after I did what I did. Shane could tell that I was feeling the guilt.

"You okay, Suz?"

"Why do you keep asking that? You know I'm not," was all I could say.

"You were freaking amazing, Suz. Your husband is a very lucky guy."

"Please don't. I've been a terrible person and a lousy wife to do what I've done. I've never acted like that before. The whole night was like watching someone else being a total slut. What's worse is I didn't want to stop myself.

"Remember my threat of never finding your body? That still stands," I told him. "I just need some time to digest what I did. I cheated on Jon for no good reason except for the pleasure of having an incredible night of sex. God, I can't believe I just said that. I even gave you my virgin ass. I can still feel you surging inside of me."

I finally told him that I had to go. I hugged him goodbye and resisted a final kiss. My body was still writhing in the feel of him, but both of us knew that we couldn't go again.

I stumbled into my home around 10 am. My body was sore from head to toe. My pussy was still engorged, and I could feel my indiscretion with every movement. It was going to be a few days before I stopped feeling as if Shane's cock was lodged inside of me. And my ass? It felt awkward to sit after being stuffed with a small baseball bat. I'm glad he respected me enough to take it easy. Well, until I told him to go hog wild on me.

It felt good to soak in my own tub. As much cum as I took, I felt that I would be leaking for the entire day. My panties proved that I still had plenty of sperm leaking out of me. I took the soiled panties and personally walked them to the outside trash after I had cleaned up. I couldn't afford the memory of the last twelve hours every time I opened my lingerie drawer.

Later in the day, I got a text from Shane. "Hey, what are you doing later tonight?"

"Nothing, just staying home," I told him.

"Didn't you say that your husband will be gone for the next few days? I thought that maybe we could possibly hit the rooftop again and see what happens? I have fresh sheets on the bed just for you."

"As enticing as that sounds, I need to stay home," I insisted. 

"Last night was hot, Suz. I never imagined how much of a wildcat in bed you would be. All I can think about is having your legs wrapped around me again."

"That sounds incredible, but I can't," I said as the tingling in my pussy started up.

"Maybe another time. How do you feel? Personally, I might have to see about putting my cock in a sling or getting an IV to get rehydrated. I've never had a woman respond so intensely to sex like you did. I can't imagine how you feel."

"I feel like my insides were pulled out, beat up, and put back in again," I texted. "How do you think I feel? I can hardly sit down. Your cock beat me up pretty good this morning, too."

"Sorry, I guess we got out of hand. In my defense, I was trying to take it easy for your first time when your evil twin came out to play."

"Oh yeah, right. That's embarrassing. Who was that? Lol."

"I'm sorry, but I still love being the first in your perfect ass, and I don't have any misconceptions that it was just sex, but I can't wait until round two."

"Shane, we can't. It's killing me that I cheated on Jon. It's also bothering me that I gave away my last virginity to another man instead of my husband. That should never have happened."

We talked a little more and agreed that the affair was a one-time moment of weakness, but the more we chatted, the weaker my resolve became. Afterwards, I deleted all of his texts and tried to busy myself. I would still be seeing him on workout days, but hopefully we could stay just friends. It was "just sex," after all.

Common sense wasn't my strong suit.

Jon arrived back home a few days later. I was proud of myself because I held back from going to Shane's place even though I was extremely tempted to go for another round...or three. It was extremely hard, though. The taboo sex had awakened the lioness deep in my loins, and she was demanding to be fed.

The only thing that saved me was the guilt of cheating on the love of my life. The thought beat down my desire to only a simmer of lust. That didn't stop my pussy from being a soaking wet mess most of the time. I might have felt extremely guilty, but I am still a woman.

Things did get back to normal, whatever that was. Shane was professional and worked me out normally. It was all a facade from both of us in the end. Nobody can have the kind of sex we had and be totally normal afterwards.

Little by little, we started to flirt again. He would "accidentally" brush against my breasts, and I would brush his cock when I walked past him. I knew he was waiting for the right moment so he could fuck me again.

I knew we were playing with fire, but the more we risked it, the easier it became. One night, it was raining so hard that I didn't want to get soaked after our workout. Against my better judgment, I agreed to let Shane drive me to my car since his was just around the building.

As we waited out the storm in his car, the attraction between us became undeniable. He asked me a question, which started it all over again.

"Do you still think of me when Jon is fucking your mouth or pussy? Tell me the truth," he challenged.

"Shane, we can't go there," I told him.

"I bet you still want this, don't you?" he brazenly asked as he pulled his shorts down.

"Shane," I started, but I'd forgotten how big he was and couldn't take my eyes off of it as I remembered how it made me feel. He sat there with it out in the open, not saying a word as he stroked it to life. Again, it was as if I was watching someone else reach for his cock. I couldn't breathe as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, refueling what we had done together. It was inevitable that he would end up in my mouth, with me taking a load down my throat just a few minutes later.

"That's it, perfect. Oh shit, I'm going to cum," he told me moments before filling my mouth with his salty load.

My mind went blank, and we ended up in his bed for the next hour and a half as he fed me his cock. We would rest for a little bit and then go at it again. I didn't know who this woman was, but she begged and moaned like a woman in heat for him to fuck me harder and faster.

That's when our affair began. I couldn't get enough. It was like an aphrodisiac each time his cock slid between my pussy lips, which ended up being often. Sex with Jon was still fantastic, and I made extra sure that I never said no to him. The extra sex just added to my lust for more.

We would fuck each other until we were exhausted, and I was again leaking his cum from my cheating pussy. We couldn't get enough of each other to where I would be ready to leave his place and end up bent over his couch with my gym bag over my shoulder as he pounded me from behind to give me "one more load for the road."

We never fucked on the roof again. I finally got smart and realized that someone I might know, or even worse, my husband might know, might see me in the arms of another man, and I couldn't let that happen.

For months our affair went on. At first, each time we fucked, I would be determined that it was the last, only to find my painted toes pointing at his ceiling two days later with my pussy being stretched and plundered until he would shoot his potent seed deep inside of me.

I even let him fuck my ass a few more times, even though Jon had never had the satisfaction. Pleasure wasn't my main influence to give Shane my ass; I still think it's because I wanted something illicit to hold on to. And another man fucking me in the ass was as illicit as it gets.

I am now grateful for the one instance that turned everything around and roused me from my disillusionment: the time I arrived home only fifteen minutes ahead of my husband, which nearly turned into a catastrophe. Shane had gotten ahold of the beloved blue pill and wanted to see how long he could fuck me before he couldn't go anymore. He ended up giving me three loads that came back to haunt me that night.

Jon wanted to take me out for dinner as soon as he got home, so I didn't have time to give myself a proper cleaning like I usually did after an indiscretion. While I was sitting at the restaurant, I felt the evidence of my affair suddenly leaking from my pussy. I excused myself and hurried to the restroom to find a big glob of sperm soaking my panties. I was mortified. Those three loads of adulterous cum continued to leak out as I sat there, trying to have an intelligent conversation with my husband, who was, no doubt, going to take me home and make love to me. If I hadn't been so afraid, it would have been incredibly erotic.

Thankfully, it rattled me enough to ask, "What the hell am I doing?" It forced me to come to the realization that I was throwing my future away for what? Sex? Is that all I wanted? Or was it the love and security that my husband and best friend provided? I had become so thoroughly addicted to the feel and euphoria of the touch and emotion of the sexual affair that I couldn't see the ramifications. 

Fortunately, when we got home, I was able to clean myself and make my pussy presentable to my husband. It was unforgivable that my vagina was sore from me being with another man just two hours before, causing sex with Jon to be less pleasurable than usual. I swore that this would never happen again as Jon shot his huge load of his precious semen into my pussy, reclaiming me for what I hoped would be the final time.

That very next day, I quit my membership at the gym and asked my husband if his company was hiring. I told him that I had been missing him and wanted to be closer. After a long, drawn-out conversation with me trying to tiptoe around the fact that I needed him to keep me on a path to "recovery," as I called it, he finally set me up with a job that I am currently doing. 

The company he works with was in the process of putting fitness facilities in the buildings where the employees could do their jobs while staying fit, among other things. 

"I can't think of a better person to run our fitness program than you," Jon told me. I am now the director over the entire program, and I am loving it. 

I still have flashbacks of Shane kneeling behind me, driving his magnificent and very stiff cock into the deepest parts of my pussy before drenching my cervix with his potent seed, challenging my birth control every time we fucked. Or the feel of his cock when I would ride him and swirl my hips around so the head of his cock would stir my insides, touching every pleasure nerve in my core.

My sex addiction is still there; I have to be careful so I don’t do something that I will regret, like texting my former trainer to be ready for my arrival on those cold, desperate nights when my husband is out of town on his weeklong trips…

I know I have to be careful because even alcoholics fall off the wagon sometimes… I mean… Not that I would…

Would I?