Straight Male / 40
Last summer, I cheated on my wife with a girl named Heather. She's about ten years younger than me, skinny blonde with perky little tits. She's a friend of my wife Trina's best work friend. This wasn't supposed to happen. I've read a few stories on this site, figured this is the only place I'm going to be able to share this with anyone.
When we were all together at a neighbor's BBQ just before it started to get cool at the end of last summer I mentioned to Heather that we should hang out, maybe go fishing. I did this because Trina said Heather needed a non-threatening guy to hang out with and talk and Trina hates fishing, she'll sit in the shade and read a book instead. I love it, and love doing it at the lake on our family property, and the season was just about over. We've got a family cabin out there on the lake, no one bothers you; it's great to just sit on the porch and listen to crickets and bullfrogs and owls, watch the stars, smoke pot or drink whiskey, whatever. I can't tell you how many weekends me and Trina spent out there, usually going at it like teenagers. She has blown me out under the stars more times than I can count - we've been together since our mid-twenties and I still love fucking her. Trina's 38 now, still got a great body even though she's had our daughter, and still likes to go out with her string bikini top and shorts, just like when we were kids. She has great tits and loves to titfuck with them, so really I have no complaints. I get her pussy, mouth, or tits pretty much whenever I want, so no complaints. I love my wife, I love my daughter, I'm truly blessed and happy. I wasn't looking to cheat. Trina's never asked to do other guys, threesomes, nothing like that. Just moves from Cosmo every now and then, pretty tame.
Anyway, we headed up in the morning with the idea we'd be back by suppertime, maybe with some fish, maybe with a pizza. Trina saw us off at the door with our daughter Maddie, and we hopped in the truck and took off. Seemed completely normal. Conversation was tame, getting to know each other, talked a bit about fishing. I expected her to have no real experience, but she used to go with her dad when she was little and said she was pretty excited to get out there and just relax. Certainly different for me, but not in a bad way. She wasn't dressed sexy or anything, either. Ballcap with her ponytail through the back, PFG shirt, shorts that were a little short but still had extra pockets. Again, thought nothing of it.
We get settled a the cabin, about two hour drive, and set to it, tying off, setting reels and casting, getting accustomed to the feel of the rod again, the usual ritual. She was doing the same, but I noticed that out of the corner of my eye, she kept sneaking these little looks at me. I assumed she was looking at something in the weeds behind me or something, didn't worry about it. About an hour in, she says she's thirsty and asks what I'm drinking. Normally I like to sip whiskey, so I asked if she could grab the bottle of Jack I brought from the kitchen in the cabin. She agrees and heads in. A minute later, I hear her phone buzz and see it light up near me. I glance over and see the text "you fuck him yet?" I'm not nosy, but curiosity got to me quick and I looked at it to see who it was from. "Jenny." Hmm. I had no idea who that was, so I put the phone back down and went back to fishing, actually feeling a bit on the line and attempting to set the hook, but it slipped, I was distracted.
I hear Heather come back down the steps of the cabin and glance up - she's changed outfits, into what I know are Trina's shorts and bikini top she keeps at the cabin for summer swimming. Trina loves this weird yellow color if she can find it, so there's no way Heather just happened to have it. And the shorts, red with a white stripe. Heather was wearing my wife's clothes. "Couldn't find the Jack," she says. "But this was laying up on the bed upstairs. Doesn't quite fit my boobs, mine are smaller than her's." My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt jittery, stammered out something to the effect of "looks fine to me." She came over and set my rod on the ground, took it right out of my hand, and kissed me with her fingers in my hair the way Trina does when she's ready to fuck. Her fingers then slid back across my face and she scratched my beard a bit and gave it a tug. I was stunned.
"Trina talks A LOT about what she does to you and what you do to her."
"I can't, I..."
She puts her hand to my lips, cupping her hand over my entire mouth.
"Nope. No arguing. Your cock's hard for me, and I'm going to treat it like a king today."
She stroked my cock through my shorts, and I genuine lost my balance, falling against her a little bit. Her mouth was immediately at my ear, nibbling, sucking, sighing, and kinkiest of all, telling me what Trina had told her, details of our sex life no one should know about. Like the fact that I love it when Trina fingers my ass, or that I've made her cum so hard once she sobbed like a little girl for 15 minutes. It was too much.
We ended up in the house and on that bed, and Heather was clawing at me possessed. Her mouth was on my cock so fast I barely had time to get my pants off, and she was sucking it so hard and twisting with her hand, again just like Trina does. As if she knew what I was thinking, she said "Mmmm Hmmm," with her mouth full of cock, and popped it out to follow up "just like her."
"When we drink, all she wants to talk about is sex, with you," she says. "How many times have I got you laid after we go out?"
All I could do was moan.
"Return the favor just once. I'll never tell."
And just like that, her shorts were gone, revealing the bikini bottom. I yanked that to the side and plunged my cock into her. It hurt me to get in there so hard, must have hurt her. She screamed and bit me on the shoulder. And then I was pounding her like there was no tomorrow, with her gasping, clawing, yelling, and wriggling beneath me squeezing my cock with her tight pussy as hard as she could. She wrapped her legs around me and said "pick me up," so I did and she pointed back down to the bed. I sat down and she rode me cowgirl style until she came and I flooded her at the same time. That blonde hair, still in a ponytail sticking out of the baseball hat, was bouncing everywhere. I could smell Trina thanks to the bathing suit top, yet I had just come inside another woman. I felt sick.
We did stick around for a little while longer, mostly just sat and talked idly. Then we went home, and acted like nothing happened for months. Trina was happy because her work friend was much more cheerful, so we did ended up hanging out again, which ended up in Heather blowing me while fingering my ass.
Heather sends me dirty texts and pics sometimes, but otherwise it's pretty much died out. She and Trina still hang out, and, when they go out drinking, I get text-by-text of what my wife's saying about me. 90% positive still.
I don't know what's going to happen here, but I feel pretty awful and that at any time this whole thing's going to blow up on me. My own damn fault, I guess.
When we were all together at a neighbor's BBQ just before it started to get cool at the end of last summer I mentioned to Heather that we should hang out, maybe go fishing. I did this because Trina said Heather needed a non-threatening guy to hang out with and talk and Trina hates fishing, she'll sit in the shade and read a book instead. I love it, and love doing it at the lake on our family property, and the season was just about over. We've got a family cabin out there on the lake, no one bothers you; it's great to just sit on the porch and listen to crickets and bullfrogs and owls, watch the stars, smoke pot or drink whiskey, whatever. I can't tell you how many weekends me and Trina spent out there, usually going at it like teenagers. She has blown me out under the stars more times than I can count - we've been together since our mid-twenties and I still love fucking her. Trina's 38 now, still got a great body even though she's had our daughter, and still likes to go out with her string bikini top and shorts, just like when we were kids. She has great tits and loves to titfuck with them, so really I have no complaints. I get her pussy, mouth, or tits pretty much whenever I want, so no complaints. I love my wife, I love my daughter, I'm truly blessed and happy. I wasn't looking to cheat. Trina's never asked to do other guys, threesomes, nothing like that. Just moves from Cosmo every now and then, pretty tame.
Anyway, we headed up in the morning with the idea we'd be back by suppertime, maybe with some fish, maybe with a pizza. Trina saw us off at the door with our daughter Maddie, and we hopped in the truck and took off. Seemed completely normal. Conversation was tame, getting to know each other, talked a bit about fishing. I expected her to have no real experience, but she used to go with her dad when she was little and said she was pretty excited to get out there and just relax. Certainly different for me, but not in a bad way. She wasn't dressed sexy or anything, either. Ballcap with her ponytail through the back, PFG shirt, shorts that were a little short but still had extra pockets. Again, thought nothing of it.
We get settled a the cabin, about two hour drive, and set to it, tying off, setting reels and casting, getting accustomed to the feel of the rod again, the usual ritual. She was doing the same, but I noticed that out of the corner of my eye, she kept sneaking these little looks at me. I assumed she was looking at something in the weeds behind me or something, didn't worry about it. About an hour in, she says she's thirsty and asks what I'm drinking. Normally I like to sip whiskey, so I asked if she could grab the bottle of Jack I brought from the kitchen in the cabin. She agrees and heads in. A minute later, I hear her phone buzz and see it light up near me. I glance over and see the text "you fuck him yet?" I'm not nosy, but curiosity got to me quick and I looked at it to see who it was from. "Jenny." Hmm. I had no idea who that was, so I put the phone back down and went back to fishing, actually feeling a bit on the line and attempting to set the hook, but it slipped, I was distracted.
I hear Heather come back down the steps of the cabin and glance up - she's changed outfits, into what I know are Trina's shorts and bikini top she keeps at the cabin for summer swimming. Trina loves this weird yellow color if she can find it, so there's no way Heather just happened to have it. And the shorts, red with a white stripe. Heather was wearing my wife's clothes. "Couldn't find the Jack," she says. "But this was laying up on the bed upstairs. Doesn't quite fit my boobs, mine are smaller than her's." My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt jittery, stammered out something to the effect of "looks fine to me." She came over and set my rod on the ground, took it right out of my hand, and kissed me with her fingers in my hair the way Trina does when she's ready to fuck. Her fingers then slid back across my face and she scratched my beard a bit and gave it a tug. I was stunned.
"Trina talks A LOT about what she does to you and what you do to her."
"I can't, I..."
She puts her hand to my lips, cupping her hand over my entire mouth.
"Nope. No arguing. Your cock's hard for me, and I'm going to treat it like a king today."
She stroked my cock through my shorts, and I genuine lost my balance, falling against her a little bit. Her mouth was immediately at my ear, nibbling, sucking, sighing, and kinkiest of all, telling me what Trina had told her, details of our sex life no one should know about. Like the fact that I love it when Trina fingers my ass, or that I've made her cum so hard once she sobbed like a little girl for 15 minutes. It was too much.
We ended up in the house and on that bed, and Heather was clawing at me possessed. Her mouth was on my cock so fast I barely had time to get my pants off, and she was sucking it so hard and twisting with her hand, again just like Trina does. As if she knew what I was thinking, she said "Mmmm Hmmm," with her mouth full of cock, and popped it out to follow up "just like her."
"When we drink, all she wants to talk about is sex, with you," she says. "How many times have I got you laid after we go out?"
All I could do was moan.
"Return the favor just once. I'll never tell."
And just like that, her shorts were gone, revealing the bikini bottom. I yanked that to the side and plunged my cock into her. It hurt me to get in there so hard, must have hurt her. She screamed and bit me on the shoulder. And then I was pounding her like there was no tomorrow, with her gasping, clawing, yelling, and wriggling beneath me squeezing my cock with her tight pussy as hard as she could. She wrapped her legs around me and said "pick me up," so I did and she pointed back down to the bed. I sat down and she rode me cowgirl style until she came and I flooded her at the same time. That blonde hair, still in a ponytail sticking out of the baseball hat, was bouncing everywhere. I could smell Trina thanks to the bathing suit top, yet I had just come inside another woman. I felt sick.
We did stick around for a little while longer, mostly just sat and talked idly. Then we went home, and acted like nothing happened for months. Trina was happy because her work friend was much more cheerful, so we did ended up hanging out again, which ended up in Heather blowing me while fingering my ass.
Heather sends me dirty texts and pics sometimes, but otherwise it's pretty much died out. She and Trina still hang out, and, when they go out drinking, I get text-by-text of what my wife's saying about me. 90% positive still.
I don't know what's going to happen here, but I feel pretty awful and that at any time this whole thing's going to blow up on me. My own damn fault, I guess.
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