Of the five married men who have shown obvious interest to me (Sexually) in the two years we've lived in the village, I've now fucked with four of them (All but one has been a sexual let down). The other is "holding off" as he puts it until his wife and he have another seperation. The mail man has become a frequent twenty minute fun thing every Thursday morning (When my husbands away). And the Butcher/Greengrocer/Gardener/Mechanic and every other bloody job he does, seventeen year old son Michael, often tends to my personal garden.
He's the reason I've decided to stay, mainly because of his penis size and the fact he's always willing to do anything sexual. Which suits me just fine. When he's not in college or we both find an afternoon free (I'm always soddin free) I'll text him and he's around and in between my legs in less than ten minutes. We both know it's a mutually sexual thing we have, but I don't care if it's just sex. Not when I'm getting all of his massive cock to enjoy deep in my pussy and arsehole.
My husband in none the wiser from my widened pussy after we fuck (Michael and I) as we very rarely have sex anymore. The one occassion we did have sex on the same day, I told him I'd been naughty and used a cucumber during the morning to satisfy my sexual needs. It got him going and he gave me a whole two minutes of grunting and groaning fucking my already cum laden pussy, before he shot his watery cum all over my breasts.
Cheating has become the "norm" for me and I don't envisage it stopping any day soon. I don't particularly like living in a boring nothing happens village, but I do enjoy the fact I can have as much sex as I want, pretty much when I want.