I woke up early the next morning feeling an itch in my groin. I put my hand down between my legs. Damn, I was wet. It couldn’t be my period as that wasn’t due. It must be semen, I thought. Probably a mixture of my husband and James.

I got out of bed carefully, keeping my hand between my legs.  The bedside clock showed 6.00 am and my husband was snoring.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself with a facecloth, before drying everything, then decided I would go downstairs and take another look at the picture James had sent me.

I quickly found and enlarged it. As I gazed at it, I felt a tingle between my legs. 

I rubbed a finger over the head on the screen, as if it were there, but that only made the picture move. 

I wanted the real thing. I wanted it very much. I messaged him.

‘Yes. I’ll be there at the bar with my husband tonight at 7.30.’

Ping.

‘No. I want you in my room at 7.00. Tell your husband you’ll meet him in the bar at 7.30.’

‘That will be difficult.’

‘You’ll manage.’

I didn’t know what to say when there was another ping.

‘No bra but wear a thong and no tight clothes.’

I felt a flutter in the pit of my stomach.

‘Very well. 7.00 pm at room 812.’

Another ping and :-).

I archived the message and put the phone down.

I wondered how I could explain to my husband who James was, then decided that I’d introduce him as an old work colleague from years ago before I had my children. I would give James some details when I met him at 7.00.

I picked up my phone and went through to the kitchen to make coffee. As I drank it, I thought about what thing to wear and why he’d asked me to wear a thong.

My groin started itching again, but this time it was my clitoris.

I turned on my phone, unarchived the message and retrieved the picture of his penis. God, it was beautiful.

I remembered how wonderful it had felt the first time it had parted my labia and entered my vagina.

My clitoris started throbbing.

I slid my fingers down to pinch it between them, moving them around and massaging the little shaft.

Waves of pleasure swept through my groin as I felt the shaft harden and grow.

I moved my fingers down and pushed them in and out of my vagina, pulling up on them and squeezing my clitoris. I was sopping wet inside and my fingers made squelching noises.

I remembered his body on top of me, muscled and hard, covered with black hair. 

I remembered the way his enormous penis touched parts of me deep inside as it plunged in and out of my vagina.

I remembered crying out in ecstasy.

I remembered the way it swelled and jerked, firing streams and streams of hot semen inside my vagina.

I remembered the stuff oozing out around the base of his thick shaft where it stretched my labia.

Then suddenly I was back in the present and my orgasm was upon me. 

My muscles tensed and a flood of liquid squirted onto my hand as my hips jerked, followed by a feeling of intense relief spreading through my body and my muscles relaxing. 

I kept still, panting as my heart raced, until slowly my breathing returned to normal.

I picked up my phone and archived the message again, thinking that I should probably get another, secret phone, but they were expensive back then.

I finished my coffee and went upstairs to the bathroom and washed myself again, then returned to the bedroom and slid quietly back into bed. My husband was still asleep.

My mind was in turmoil. I’m going to sleep with James again, I thought. No, I’m not, I’m going to fuck James again, and not just once. I want to and I’m going to. I want to feel that incredible feeling of euphoria again. I just have to work out how to keep it discreet.

It wasn’t long before the alarm went off and our day began. We went through the usual routine of getting up, showering, dressing, and going downstairs for breakfast.

The children were picked up by our lift club shortly afterwards, followed by my husband leaving. Once I was alone, I sat down and called my gynae for an appointment to see her later in the day. Simon and I used condoms during my fertile period, but I knew that James would not, so I needed something else. 

I tidied up the house and then called my husband.

“Hello darling, are you busy?”

“Yes, it seems that everyone’s year-end is happening this month.”

“Oh, that’s a pity. An old colleague has just called me to say he’s passing through and would like you to have a drink with us. He’s suggesting 7.30 tonight.”

“Must we, really?”

“Well, I think it would be rude not to see him.  I can go alone if it’s too difficult.”

“No, I suppose I can make it. Where does he want to meet?”

“Funnily enough, it’s the same hotel where we had dinner last night.”

“Oh, alright. 7.30 you say?”

“Yes. We’ll meet him in the bar.”

“OK. Must run now. Kisses.”

“Very well. Bye-bye, darling.”

I put the phone down, relieved that it had been so easy, then went upstairs to get out what I would wear. After some time, I decided on a cream cotton blouse over a pleated black knee-length skirt that wasn’t tight, with a red thong to go underneath. 

I saw my gynae in the afternoon and explained that I wanted to go back on the pill, but needed something in the meantime. She suggested a cervical cap, but I thought that was unwise. James’s penis was too big and would probably dislodge it. 

Eventually, we agreed that I would continue with condoms until the pill took effect, and that she would give me a prescription for a small supply of morning-after pills in case of ‘accidents’.

I thanked her and left to find a pharmacy away from my regular one. I did not want anyone to know that my birth control regime was changing.

The rest of the day passed fairly quickly and it wasn’t long before I had changed into my evening wear and taken a taxi to the hotel.

I went up to the 8th floor and knocked on the door of 812.

“Just a moment.”

I waited, my heart thumping, and then the door opened and there he was, naked except for a pair of tight-fitting Y-fronts.

“Come on in, Jane,” I heard him say, but I couldn’t move. I was transfixed, staring at the enormous bulge in his pants.

“Don’t just stand there, come inside.”

I came out of my trance and stepped through the door. He closed it behind me then turned around and eyed me up and down.

“Just as I requested,” he said.

I looked at him, my heart fluttering as I gazed into his gorgeous green eyes.

I reached out and rubbed his chest, my fingers tangled in the mat of thick curls covering his torso.

“I want you,” I said, hoarsely, “now.”

“Oh?” He said, his mouth in a twisted smile.

“Oh, for God’s sake, James, you know what I mean. Just shut up and fuck me.”

I was surprised at myself, but the words just came out of my mouth. 

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He pulled me over to the bed and pushed me back onto it. I lay there with my legs hanging over the edge as he pulled down his pants, revealing his enormous cock jutting out in front of him like a spear.

He reached under my skirt and pulled down my thong, lifting one of my legs and sliding the flimsy bit of material off, leaving the other side wrapped around my other ankle.

He put his hands under my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed, then pushed them down onto my chest. I briefly felt the cool air of the room on my exposed slit until suddenly his penis was there and, with an almighty thrust, he buried it deep into my vagina.

I cried out, a mixture of surprise and joy. It felt so damn good having that magnificent member inside me again.  He waited for a few seconds as my body adapted to the invasion, then started thrusting.

I cried out with each thrust as great ripples of pleasure surged through my body. My hands felt for his buttocks and pulled him into me as hard as I could, my fingers clutching at his flesh.

His testicles swung back and forth, hitting my body with each thrust.

I stared at his face just above mine. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, capturing it and making it his, just as he had made my body his.

I felt myself sliding into a great void as unbelievable pleasure filled my world. I seemed to stop breathing and just float on a plateau of euphoria. I was there for ages until slowly I came back to reality and a huge sense of relief and calm spread through me.

He had stopped moving but was still buried deep inside me.

“You enjoyed that,” he said.

“Oh God, yes.”

“We better go downstairs now.”

“But you haven’t cum.”

“Oh, I have. It was when you were screaming.”

“Oh.”

He straightened up and pulled his penis out of me, leaving me with a feeling of utter emptiness and loss.

I put my hand underneath and stood up carefully. I could feel his slippery semen oozing out onto my fingers.

I staggered over to the bathroom, my thong flapping around my one ankle, and wiped myself with toilet paper. I pulled my thong over my other foot and then up my legs, only for it to disappear between my distended labia. 

I went back into the room to see James sitting on the edge of the bed, his still-erect penis sticking up between his legs.

I walked over to him and tousled his hair.

“Now I know why you wanted me to wear a thong. You want your semen to leak out of me and run down my leg.”

“Yes. I want to watch your interaction with your husband as you sit next to him. He will be completely unaware that the man sitting opposite him has just fucked his wife and that her cunt is full of his cum. But you will. You will feel it leaking out and wetting your thighs, reminding you of the experience.”

“My God, James, that’s perverted.”

“No, it’s not. It’s exciting.”

He was right. The idea, the concept, sent a frisson of excitement through me and made me shiver.

I looked down at his groin and saw his penis glistening with the remnants of his cum. Without thinking, I bent over and licked it, my tongue under his corona where most of it had gathered, before taking the head into my mouth and sucking the last few drops out of his urethra.

He didn’t say anything but clearly enjoyed it.

I lifted my head and stood back.  He stood up and walked over to the chair to get his clothes.  As he dressed, I told him where I had worked, what I’d done, who some of my other colleagues were, etc. I said that I would introduce him as a colleague who had moved away and was visiting for a short while.

“Sounds like you’ve worked it all out,” he said, smiling, “you’re going to be a very good cheater.”

“I’m not a cheater,” I replied, somewhat huffily.

“Oh, but you are. I can see that you like doing this. Your life has changed. You have experienced things that you will want to experience over and over again and with different people.”

I wasn’t sure about that. Yes, I would want him again, lots, but I didn’t think I would consider being unfaithful with anyone else. I felt too guilty.

“I better go down now,” I said, “give me five or ten minutes before you appear.”

I leaned forward and kissed him, then left to go and find my husband.

When I got downstairs, I went into the bar. Simon had not yet arrived, so I found a table and ordered a gin and tonic while I waited.  My drink arrived and so did my husband. He ordered the same from the waitress.

“Hello, darling,” he said, bending down to kiss me, “sorry I’m late. Have you been waiting long?”

“Not too long.”

He smacked his lips.

“You taste different.”

“Really? How so?”

“Almost fishy.”

“How strange,” I replied, my mind racing for an answer. “Ah. It must have been the salad I had for lunch. I put anchovies into it,” I continued, my heart thumping.

The explanation seemed to satisfy him.  If only he knew that the mouth he’d just kissed had been wrapped around another man’s cock and he’d tasted his cum, perhaps he wouldn’t have been so relaxed.  But he didn’t, and I got a strange thrill out of having fooled him.

We sat talking for a few minutes. He told me about his day, which had been very busy. I was busy telling him about mine, without the previous half hour, when James arrived at the table.

“Oh, hello James,” I said and turned to Simon, “this is the colleague I told you about.”

Simon stood up to shake his hand.

“Hello, James, nice meeting you.”

“And you,” James replied, “I’m so pleased you guys could make it tonight.”

He sat down and beckoned a waitress, ordering a beer.

“I haven’t seen Jane in years. She told me on the phone that you guys have been married for some twenty years and have two kids.”

“That’s right, a boy and a girl in their teens.  What about you?”

“I’m not so lucky. I did get married once, but it didn’t work out. I don’t have any kids or, at least, none that I know about,” he said, laughing.

Simon laughed at his joke.

“Well, that leaves you free to play the field,” he said.

“It does, but the best ones are married, just like your wife.”

“Yes, I’m very lucky.”

I listened to the two men, beginning to understand the competitive nature of male interaction. The fact that I was perhaps a prize in this interchange made me feel good.

My husband put his arm around me, a demonstration of possession. I leaned towards him, but my eyes were on James’s. I saw his green eyes flash and I knew that he would find a way to claim me again. My groin itched at the thought.

We carried on talking about the usual social stuff. Another round of drinks was ordered and consumed, and then James told us he’d booked a table in the restaurant.

“That’s very nice of you, James, we like it very much,” my husband said, “in fact, we were there yesterday.”

“Oh,” James replied, “would you like to go elsewhere?”

“No, it’s fine, isn’t it, my love?” my husband replied, turning to me.

“It would be lovely,” I said.

James got up and helped me up as my husband stood up. We went through to the restaurant and were shown to a round table. There were two bottles of wine on it.

“I took the liberty of ordering some wine,” he said, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. That’s an excellent way to start.”

The meal was very good, as was the wine, and by the end of it, we were all more than a little tipsy. As we were sitting there with our coffee, I felt a foot edging my legs apart.  I looked at James, who was talking with my husband and opened my legs slightly.

I felt his foot edge up my shin then inside my knees and between my thighs, the material of his sock brushing them gently.

I opened my thighs some more and felt his foot slide between them until his toes touched my vulva.

I felt my face flush and my heart race as moisture seeped into my thong.

James' toes pushed my thong between my labia as they rubbed up to tickle my clitoris, sending a jolt through my stomach. 

I opened my mouth and silently drew in my breath, desperately trying to remain calm.

He carried on tickling me for a while, still talking with my husband, although I had no idea what they were saying, then slowly withdrew his foot.

“Would you two like to come upstairs for a nightcap? It’s much more comfortable and there’s a good minibar in the room.”

“Oh, I think it’s getting a bit late,” I began, but my husband interrupted me.

“That’s an excellent idea,” he said.

“Very good. I’ll just pay, and we can leave.”

He put the dinner onto his room account, then stood up to leave.

“Damn, my shoelace has come undone. Hang on a second.”

He leaned down and tied his shoelace, then led the way to the elevator. I felt his hand brush my breasts as we entered the elevator, then fondle my buttocks as we rode up to the eighth floor.

We got out and he showed us the way to his room, opening the door and standing aside for my husband and me to enter.

“This is a nice room,” Simon said, going inside, “big and comfortable.”

He didn’t notice the stains on the carpet next to the bed, nor the smell of sex in the room.

“Yes, it’s not bad,” James replied, walking over to the minibar. “Sit down while I get some drinks. What will you have?”

“A brandy, please.”

“And you, Jane?”

“Some red wine, please.”

He poured the drinks and brought them to us, then sat on the arm of my chair as he made a toast.

“Here’s to a wonderful evening with two lovely people,” he said, “Simon and his beautiful wife, Jane. He’s a very lucky man.”

“I’ll drink to that,” my husband said.

We all carried on talking, James’s hand resting on my shoulder. My husband didn’t seem to notice.

After a while, James replenished our drinks and resumed his position.  The conversation slowed down and eventually stopped. I noticed my husband’s head starting to nod, then saw him lean back and close his eyes. The alcohol was getting to him.

That was when I felt James’s hand move. His fingers slipped into the opening of my blouse and, before I knew it, his hand was holding my left breast, squeezing it, his fingers nipping my nipple.

“Aaaah,” I murmured, settling in the chair as my body grew weak and succumbed to the pleasure.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“You like this, don’t you? You get a thrill out of another man touching your tits while your husband is there, asleep.”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t need to. I knew he was right, and so did he.

“I told you, Jane, your life has changed. You are a different woman. A very sexy, desirable woman who will cheat on her husband with other men. You like the thrill that comes with the risk of being caught.”

Suddenly, reality hit me. I reached up and took his hand out of my blouse, then stood up and faced him.

“You’re right, James, it is thrilling but there are limits. This is just too dangerous.”

I pulled my blouse together then went over to my husband and shook his shoulder. He woke up with a start.

“Come on, darling,” I said, “time for us to go.”

He staggered up and stood beside me.

“James, thank you for a delightful evening,” I said, “we’d love to stay, but Simon has to work tomorrow.”

“No problem, Jane, it’s been marvellous seeing you again. I’ll be leaving tomorrow, but should be back for another visit in a month or so.”

“Oh!” I exclaimed, surprised and disappointed that he was leaving so soon. “Well, yes, please do let us know when you’re coming.”

I took my husband’s hand and led him to the door. James came with us to the lobby, where we ordered a taxi, and then waited until we left. Simon slept on the journey home.

When we arrived at our house, I paid the taxi driver and we went inside. We showered together and then went to bed. Simon fell asleep while I absorbed the last thing that James had said. It was going to be a long wait for me…..

**********

The weeks passed slowly. I messaged James a few times, but he did not respond. Simon and I carried on as before, but I was now restless. I missed the thrill of illicit sex and the shattering orgasm I had experienced. It was now two months since that fateful two days.

I didn’t know what to do. I also needed to talk with someone about it. It was too difficult for me to manage on my own, so I rang one of our friends, Sally.  She and Don were part of our set and we socialised together as well as running a school lift club for the kids.  The wives often met during the day for lunch, book club, bridge, etc. 

“Hello Sal, how are you?”

“Great, and you?”

“I’m good, thanks. Are you free for lunch today?”

“Uh, let me see.”

I waited.

“Yes, I can do that.”

We arranged to meet at a neighbourhood restaurant at 1.00.  

When I got there, she was already sitting at the table. She’d ordered gin and tonic for both of us.

“Hi there, Jane. I’ve ordered for you.”

“I see, thanks,” I replied, sitting down.

We chatted about the usual local gossip as we drank, then ordered lunch. As we were waiting, I decided to start with what I really wanted to talk about.

“Sal, I need to tell you something.”

She looked at me expectantly, a quizzical look.

“I’ve been unfaithful.”

“Oh, wow,” she said, “I don’t believe it.”

“No, really.”

She laughed.

“It’s fine. It’s just that you, goody-two-shoes Jane, having an affair, is such a surprise. But I think it’s great. Well done, you.”

“What do you mean, goody-two-shoes?”

“Oh, come on, Jane. You’re so reserved and careful. I’ve always thought that you’re missing out on the fun in life, missing the thrills.”

“I suppose I can be a bit too correct.”

“Don’t fret about it. Enjoy it. All the girls are at it.”

I looked at her, my mouth open.

“You, too?”

“Of course, I am. Don’s a great guy and a super father, but it gets boring with just one man. Now, tell me exactly what’s happened.”

So, I did. I told her what had happened, how I had reacted, what I felt and how much I wanted to have more. I also told her how guilty I felt.”

“Don’t be so silly, Jane, stop feeling guilty. Firstly, it doesn’t help and, secondly, you don’t know what Simon is doing. He might be doing just the same as you.”

“Simon? Never,’ I said, resolutely, but she had introduced a doubt into my mind.

“Well, regardless of that, don’t feel guilty. It does not help. You’ve just discovered that you are capable of enjoying incredible pleasure. Why on earth would you throw that away?”

She was right. Why would I throw such euphoria away? What I needed was help in managing it. 

“You’re right, Sal, but I don’t know how to do it, how to arrange it. I’ve never been secretive or deceitful. It doesn’t come naturally to me.”

“Don’t you worry about that. You’ll learn quickly enough. Go with the flow and don’t be shy.”

“But where do I start?”

“By having a night out with me on Friday. We’ll go to a nightclub and have some fun, but we’ll tell Don and Simon that we’re going to the cinema to see some romantic film.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

We finished our lunch, chattering about various people we knew, then parted and went our separate ways.  That evening, I told Simon that Sal and I were going to the cinema on Friday. He seemed OK with it.

On Friday morning, I phoned Sal to see what she was wearing.

“Oh, something sexy and low-cut,” she said, “but I’ll have a jacket so that Don doesn’t ask questions.”

“Great. I’ll do something similar.”

Later that afternoon I selected my clothes. A push-up, low-cut bra, tiny panties, and a blue knee-length dress with a prominent zip all the way up the front. I also chose a smart black jacket.

At 7.30 pm a taxi driver rang our doorbell. Sal was waiting inside the cab. I kissed Simon goodbye and waved at him as I got in beside her.

“Wow,” she said as I sat down, “you look great. You’re going to have lots of men all over you, most of them wanting to rip that zip right down and play with your tits.”

I blushed but felt a warm feeling inside.

When we arrived at the nightclub, we checked our jackets and went through to find a seat at the bar. We perched on two barstools, ordered some wine, and sat talking to each other about the other people in the room. There were many more men than women, and it wasn’t long before two of them came over to us.

“Hello girls,” the taller one said, “are you having a good time?”

“So-so,” Sal answered, “how about you guys?”

“Well, it suddenly got better when we saw you arrive.”

“Oh, come on,” Sal replied, “I bet you say that to all of the women you talk to here.”

“Maybe, but this time we mean it,” he said, laughing.

The other man moved over to stand on the other side of me.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“What’s yours?” I replied.

“Ray.”

“Pleased to meet you, Ray. I’m Jane.”

“The pleasure’s mine.  Can I buy you a fresh drink?”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll have a vodka martini.”

He ordered the drink and turned back towards me. I put my left hand on the counter as he did so, making sure he could see my rings.

“Oh, I see you’re married. Are you waiting for your husband?”

“No, he’s at home. My friend and I are having a night out.”

I saw his face light up at my response.

“Good for you. You’re far too pretty to be staying at home on a Friday night.”

“What about you?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be with your wife?”

“She’s visiting her parents this weekend.”

“Oh, I see. No wonder you’re lonely.”

I turned to look at Sal. She was deep in conversation with the taller man, laughing as they talked. 

“They seem to be enjoying themselves,” Ray said.

“They do, indeed,” I said, turning back.

“So, what do you two like to do on your night out?”

“Have fun,” I replied, smiling.

I was feeling more relaxed as the vodka martini began to take effect.

He smiled back at me and put a hand on my knee. It felt good.

“You’re a very sexy woman.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you think so,” I replied.

His fingers rubbed my skin just above my knee, making the nerves tingle.  I opened my legs slightly to show him that I liked what he was doing.

He leaned forward and kissed me, his lips nibbling mine. 

I kissed him back, my tongue licking his lips.

His hand moved up my leg, his fingers stroking my inner thigh. I felt my panties clinging to me and opened my legs a little further. I was getting aroused.

“Shall we dance?” I asked, breaking our kiss.

“Sure,” he replied, helping me off the barstool and escorting me to the dance floor. I glanced back at Sal to see her watching me.

Ray took my hand and held me close as we did the usual nightclub shuffle.  His body felt good next to mine, his chest occasionally brushing my breasts, groin close to mine. I put my head on his shoulder.

We danced like that for three numbers, our bodily contact gradually getting closer until we were intertwined as we swayed to the musical rhythms. I could feel his erection rubbing against my stomach.

Without missing a step of the dance, he reached between us and pulled the zip of my dress down several inches, revealing the swell of my cleavage.

“Oh, shit,” he whispered, “you have stunning tits.”

I didn’t say anything, just reached down and squeezed his crotch.

“Shall we go somewhere more private?” he asked.

“Where did you have in mind?”

“We could go to my home. There’s no one there.”

“Well, give me a minute. I need to go and freshen up. Meet me back at the bar.”

I left him and went over to Sal.

“I need you to come with me to the ladies,” I whispered in her ear, interrupting her conversation.

“One moment, Bill,” she said and left him to join me in the lady's toilet.

“Right,” I said, “I’ve followed your advice and now he wants to take me to his house. Do you think I should go?”

“Like I said at our lunch, go with it and see what happens.”

We went back to the bar to find the men talking earnestly.

“Ah, you’re back,” Ray said, “Bill and I have been talking, and I told him that you and I are going somewhere else and that we’re taking the car.”

“Yes,” Bill said, “I’ll take a taxi back home later and drop off Sal on the way.”

“Very well,” I said. “I’ll talk with you tomorrow, Sal.”

I gave her a hug and a kiss then left together with Ray, retrieving my jacket on the way.  

He escorted me to the car, opened the door for me, then went round to the driver’s side and got in.

My heart was fluttering as we drove. I was excited about trying something and somebody new, but also a little scared. I needn’t have been.

We arrived at his house not long after. It was a nice house in a good area, with a well-tended front garden.  He parked in the driveway and came round to let me out, then took me to the front door and into the house after unlocking it.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes, please. Do you have any white wine?”

“Of course. One minute while I get it.”

He returned to the living room with two glasses and handed one to me. We clinked them and drank then put the glasses down on the table.

He looked at me, seemingly not knowing what to do next. 

“You are lovely,” he said, “so beautiful. Would you mind showing me a bit more?”

I looked at him, thinking that he seemed nervous, very different to James. I would have to lead.

“Come here and help me, Ray.”

He stepped over to me and pulled the zip down to my waist. The dress fell half open and I heard him draw in his breath.

“All the way, Ray.”

He pulled further until the zip reached the end and the two sides parted. I shrugged my shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in my red underwear.

“Oh, Jesus,” he said, then reached behind me and loosened my bra so that it fell forward. I took it off.

“Now my panties.”

He dropped to his knees and pulled them down to my ankles and I stepped out of them, then lifted him up to stand again.

Without saying anything, I reached forward and undid his belt, then pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees. I looked down and saw his circumcised penis engorged and standing up at a 45-degree angle.

He wasn’t big like James, and probably about the same as my husband.

I dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth.

He put his hands behind my head as I held his penis in my right hand and licked all around his head, concentrating on his corona. My left hand was on his scrotum, lifting it up and feeling his testicles rolling around in my fingers.

It was strange having a new and different penis in my mouth, with its unique shape, taste, and responsiveness. It felt warm and vibrant, twitching and jerking as I sucked at it, dribbling tasteless, slippery precum onto my tongue.

I heard him grunting as his hips moved back and forth, trying to force himself further into my mouth. 

I pulled back.

“Would you like to cum in my mouth or in my married pussy?” I asked, tickling the underside of his shaft with my fingernail.

‘Your mouth, your mouth. I’ll fuck you later,” he cried.

I smiled and returned to his penis, tickling his frenulum with the tip of my tongue and feeling his cock jerk and jerk, before taking it deep inside my mouth until I almost gagged.

I readied myself for his climax as his hip movements got faster and his breathing became ragged, and then it came.

The underside of his penis, which was resting on my tongue, bulged out and a stream of semen shot into the back of my throat.  

I gagged and was trying to swallow when another stream of ejaculate surged into my mouth, making me splutter.

I grabbed the base of his penis and pulled him out of my mouth just as he ejaculated again, spraying semen into my face and onto my chest. 

The feeling of holding this warm, incredibly hard organ in my hand as it throbbed and twitched with his ejaculation was indescribably exciting.

I continued holding it as it started to soften and his ejaculations withered away.  Semen was running down my face and dripping off my chin.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “That was an explosion.”

“Oh, fuck,” he said, “I’m sorry about that.”

“That’s alright,” I said, wiping my face on his shirt.

He put his hands under my arms, lifted me up to stand in front of him, and kissed me.

“That was really great. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“But what about you?”

“That’s alright. I enjoyed looking after you.”

He looked at me and smiled.

“OK.”

“Let’s sit down. You need time to recover.”

He stepped backwards and sat on the couch, his penis dripping. I went over and sat next to him. We didn’t say anything as he leaned back, slowly starting to breathe normally again.

“That was a lot of semen,” I said.

“It was, wasn’t it? I haven’t had sex in weeks.”

“Oh dear,” I said, “I’m pleased I could help.”

“Your tits are very big and very sexy,” he said, looking at them.

“I’m lucky,” I replied, “they are still quite firm, even after two children.”

He reached out and stroked them.

“They feel magnificent.”

“Would you show me the house?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” he replied, “I also love looking around other people’s houses. They are always interesting.”

We walked around the ground floor, the study, the living room, his den, then upstairs to the children’s bedrooms, their bathroom, and finally the master bedroom with en suite bathroom.

“Very nice,” I said, “maybe next time you’ll make love to me on this bed.”

“Oh, Jane, do you mean that? Will there be a next time?”

“I think so, maybe even later tonight.”

He pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, his chest squashing my breasts. 

He pushed me back and down onto the bed.

“That’s such a lovely bush.”

He leaned down and, lifting my legs up, hooked my knees over his shoulders and pushed his face between my legs.

I could feel his nose in my bush, his hot breath on my vulva. It felt so intimate, so naughty.

His tongue ran around my clitoris, trying to coax out the little nub.

I put my hands on his head and held it there as I pushed up against it.

His hands were on my breasts, squeezing them.

I closed my eyes, surrendering my consciousness to the pleasure washing over my body.

Suddenly, my left breast felt cool. His hand had moved and I felt his fingers on my labia, stroking them before pushing into my entrance, forcing open the muscle that guarded the passage to my innermost sanctum. They probed the tender flesh of my vaginal passage, searching for my G-spot until I saw a flash across my eyes as they found it.

His lips closed around my clitoris, his tongue now on my emerging nub.

‘Oh, fuck!” I cried as my pelvic muscles clenched and I felt liquid spurt out of my vagina. My legs kicked against his back and I shuddered, then slowly started to relax.

He lifted my legs off his shoulders and leaned down to kiss me.  His face was wet.

“You’re a squirter,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“A woman who squirts cum when she orgasms.”

“Oh. Yes, I do sometimes.”

“You’ve made a bit of a mess. I’ll have to clean it up before my wife gets home.”

“You will.”

I looked at his face again. He looked younger, now.

“Thank you, Ray. That was very enjoyable.”

“It was the least I could do after what you did for me.”

I reached up and put my hand on his cheek.

“Would you like to do this again?”

“Fuck, yes, but next time I want to cum in your pussy. I want to fuck you here, in my bed, and fill you with my cum.”

I smiled at him.

“We better get up.”

He stood up again and helped me off the bed. I gave his crotch a squeeze, then went into the bathroom to clean up. He followed me and washed his face.

“Why do you cheat on your husband?” He asked. “Is he no good in bed?”

“He’s fine in bed,” I replied. “I’m not sure why I am unfaithful. Probably because of the thrill of it, doing something naughty and dangerous.”

“Have you had many lovers?”

“No, I’ve only just started doing this. For twenty years, I was faithful until a few days ago when I was seduced by a man I did not know. It’s opened a door to pleasures that I hadn’t experienced for years, and I’m not rushing to close it again.”

We finished washing, and I put on a gown I found behind the door. Probably his wife’s.

“I need to go home, Ray. Will you take me now?”

“Of course,” he said.

We went downstairs together and retrieved our clothes, then out to the car. When we arrived at my house, he gave me a card with his telephone number on it.

“Please ring me, Jane. I’d love to see you again.”

“I will. I’m not sure when, but I will.”

We kissed briefly and I got out of the car and went to let myself in. It was dark and quiet. Obviously my husband had gone to bed.

I went upstairs and got undressed, then brushed my teeth and crawled into bed and snuggled up to my husband.  My climax with Ray had not been anything great. I wanted something better, to feel a penis ejaculating in my vagina.

I reached over and felt for my husband’s penis. He stirred and turned over to kiss me.

“You’re back.”

“Yes.”

“Was it a good film?”

“It was lovely. Romantic and sloppy, and now I want you to make love to me.”

“Turn on your side.”

I turned and pushed myself back against him. He spooned me for a while, his hand over my body, fondling my breasts. I felt his penis harden and press against me. I lifted up my leg.  

He rubbed the head along my slit, then pushed himself into me. I lowered my leg so that my vagina held him more tightly. He started thrusting, slowly and gently. In that moment I felt so warm and loving to him, my husband, my protector, the father of my children. I reached down my front and felt between my legs until my fingers encountered his testicles.

“Cum in me, darling, I want to feel you shoot your semen into me,” I said softly.

He quickened his pace, his penis hard as it pounded in and out of my vagina. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the lovely tickles inside. We had been making love for ages when suddenly my mind was filled with the vision of James’s gigantic penis.

“Oh my God,” I cried and held my breath as my pelvic muscles clenched and squeezed the penis inside me. I could feel my toes curl and my skin prickle and then, far away, I heard my husband moaning as suddenly a sense of warmth spread through my vaginal canal as his semen flooded into it.

We lay together, not moving as our pelvic muscles clenched and relaxed in perfect synchronisation. I held my breath for as long as I could, trying to hold onto that peak of pleasure, until I couldn’t any longer and slowly exhaled as my muscles relaxed. 

I felt Simon’s penis soften but remain firm enough not to slip out. He kissed the back of my neck, sending a tingle through my body. I felt so close to him. I’d had a satisfying orgasm with the man I loved. It wasn’t physically earth-shattering, but it was emotionally complete. 

After a while, his penis slipped out of me and I felt his semen trickle down my thigh. Somehow that was comforting, and I soon fell asleep.

*************

I woke up early the next morning and went to the bathroom to clean myself, leaving my husband fast asleep. Yesterday had been another defining moment in my life. I’d knowingly gone out looking for another man and then had sex with him. Not only that, I’d said that I would see him again.

But then I’d returned home and made love with my husband and enjoyed it more than I had since the birth of my children. Somehow that had made it all alright.

But James had been right. My life had changed. I enjoyed the thrill of being unfaithful, and the sex had been fabulous.

I also got a huge kick out of seeing different men, men with more masculinity than my husband, men with different bodies. Yes, there’d only been two of them so far, but I now realised what was available and what I had been missing. I wasn’t going to stop ……