Straight Female / 46
I cheated on my husband about a year ago. I was back in my home town for several weeks settling my dad's estate.
The first morning I drove over to see my high school, told it had changed a lot I wanted to see for myself. I barely recognized the place, almost all the old buildings had been replaced. Seeing the football team on the field practicing I wandered over. Standing at the fence my fingers laced into the chain link it felt like old times for a second. Back when things were easier, I didn't have adult worries, I was only interested in getting good grades and boys, Not necessarily in that order.
Hearing a car pull up I glanced over but didn't pay much attention, probably a parent picking up their kid. After a minute or 2 more I headed back to my car when I heard "Bump, is that you?" I recognized his voice immediately turning with fakes anger then a smile "David McMillan, don't you call me that." Walking over he was smiling from ear to ear and finished the old exchange "Would you rather I call you Damn, those tits go to 11? That's a real mouthful." I punched him in the arm then gave him a big hug.
We exchanged pleasantries and caught up a little. Both of us married, both with a couple kids, he expressed his condolences. Practice let out while we talked, his son ran up, like a typical kid rolled his eyes and went to sit in the truck when his dad introduced me as his old friend. I told him I had to meet my dad's attorney but I was staying at my dad's house we should maybe get a drink. The rest of the day I put it out of my head, talked with the attorney, made arrangements for a large trash bin to be dropped off, grabbed some groceries.
Back at dad's house I was sitting by the pool smoking a cigarette and sipping some wine when I heard the side gate creak opened. "Lisa!" I heard as David rounded the corner. I told him to pull up a chair and we started bull-shitting over old times.
I went in and grabbed him a glass of wine and some snacks. When I came back out he was fully clothed on the diving board, shoulders hunched over, hands covering his crotch, pretending to be terrified "Hi, Mrs Harris, we're just swimming." He stammered out. I had to sit down I was laughing so hard remembering the day my mom caught a group of us skinny-dipping, David in much that position said something to that effect. We were 16 at the time. We talked into the evening.
When we said goodbye he said he'd come over the next morning to help me move some of the big stuff to the garage for a sale I was planning for a couple weeks later. It went much the same for the rest of the weeks. David stopping by every couple days for an hour or so to help move big stuff as I got rooms cleared. We'd talk and laugh.
With only a few items left I didn't expect him one evening. I had an early dinner and decided to soak in the hot tub, release some sore muscles. Laying back in the lounger, eyes closed, surrounded by warm bubbling water I was soon giving myself a little diddle under my bikini bottoms. I thought about my husband a some but soon focused on David. Imaging his hands on me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, wrapping my legs around him to pull him deeper into me. I had a long powerful orgasm.
When I opened my eyes he was standing there. I stared at him waiting, I expected him to laugh, tease, something. He looked at me seriously, took the last few steps to the hot tub and stepped in fully clothed. I was in his arms before I knew what happened. His mouth on mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth demanding I respond. I urgently pulled at his wet clothes popping one of his shirt buttons in my rush. He tore one of the string of my bikini bottoms loose fumbling to untie it.
His pants around his knees, shirt on one arm, my bikini bottoms turn to the side he entered me. I wrapped my legs around him to keep us together in thee water and we fucked. There was nothing of love in it. It was pure animal sex, Me racking my nails across his back, him leaving fingerprint sized bruises on my ass cheeks from digging his fingers in so he'd have leverage to pound me harder and faster.
I'm embarrassed to admit it but I didn't have a single thought for my husband, his wife or anyone else. I just wanted to cling onto him and never stop. I came a couple times before he stiffened and moaned the first words spoken "Oh God, Yes." as his cock throbbed inside of me and he came too.
It took a while for either of us to speak again. We'd had moved into the house, put on bathrobes and were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. He broke the silence, "Lisa, I love my wife, I don't know why I did that." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. We talked. Neither of us want to break up our marriages, we both love our spouses. What we did was wrong but it felt so good. We both wanted more.
We made a pact. We'd continue seeing each other for the remainder of my stay then walk away. For the next 3 weeks I saw him every couple days. He did things to me and with me I'd only ever read about. I was a complete whore for him on my knees sucking him off, on my back getting licked and fingered until I squirted, crouched at the edge of the bed my face buried in a pillow my hands clutching the sheets as he slowly but relentlessly worked his cock into my ass making me take it.
Our last day together we finally made love. Slow and tender. Holding each other and looking into each others eyes. Saying Goodbye.
I think my husband suspects something happened while I was away. I've been far more open to adventure, even suggesting some things myself. But he hasn't said anything, Maybe he's just happy with the new more adventurous me, I know I really like her.
The first morning I drove over to see my high school, told it had changed a lot I wanted to see for myself. I barely recognized the place, almost all the old buildings had been replaced. Seeing the football team on the field practicing I wandered over. Standing at the fence my fingers laced into the chain link it felt like old times for a second. Back when things were easier, I didn't have adult worries, I was only interested in getting good grades and boys, Not necessarily in that order.
Hearing a car pull up I glanced over but didn't pay much attention, probably a parent picking up their kid. After a minute or 2 more I headed back to my car when I heard "Bump, is that you?" I recognized his voice immediately turning with fakes anger then a smile "David McMillan, don't you call me that." Walking over he was smiling from ear to ear and finished the old exchange "Would you rather I call you Damn, those tits go to 11? That's a real mouthful." I punched him in the arm then gave him a big hug.
We exchanged pleasantries and caught up a little. Both of us married, both with a couple kids, he expressed his condolences. Practice let out while we talked, his son ran up, like a typical kid rolled his eyes and went to sit in the truck when his dad introduced me as his old friend. I told him I had to meet my dad's attorney but I was staying at my dad's house we should maybe get a drink. The rest of the day I put it out of my head, talked with the attorney, made arrangements for a large trash bin to be dropped off, grabbed some groceries.
Back at dad's house I was sitting by the pool smoking a cigarette and sipping some wine when I heard the side gate creak opened. "Lisa!" I heard as David rounded the corner. I told him to pull up a chair and we started bull-shitting over old times.
I went in and grabbed him a glass of wine and some snacks. When I came back out he was fully clothed on the diving board, shoulders hunched over, hands covering his crotch, pretending to be terrified "Hi, Mrs Harris, we're just swimming." He stammered out. I had to sit down I was laughing so hard remembering the day my mom caught a group of us skinny-dipping, David in much that position said something to that effect. We were 16 at the time. We talked into the evening.
When we said goodbye he said he'd come over the next morning to help me move some of the big stuff to the garage for a sale I was planning for a couple weeks later. It went much the same for the rest of the weeks. David stopping by every couple days for an hour or so to help move big stuff as I got rooms cleared. We'd talk and laugh.
With only a few items left I didn't expect him one evening. I had an early dinner and decided to soak in the hot tub, release some sore muscles. Laying back in the lounger, eyes closed, surrounded by warm bubbling water I was soon giving myself a little diddle under my bikini bottoms. I thought about my husband a some but soon focused on David. Imaging his hands on me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, wrapping my legs around him to pull him deeper into me. I had a long powerful orgasm.
When I opened my eyes he was standing there. I stared at him waiting, I expected him to laugh, tease, something. He looked at me seriously, took the last few steps to the hot tub and stepped in fully clothed. I was in his arms before I knew what happened. His mouth on mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth demanding I respond. I urgently pulled at his wet clothes popping one of his shirt buttons in my rush. He tore one of the string of my bikini bottoms loose fumbling to untie it.
His pants around his knees, shirt on one arm, my bikini bottoms turn to the side he entered me. I wrapped my legs around him to keep us together in thee water and we fucked. There was nothing of love in it. It was pure animal sex, Me racking my nails across his back, him leaving fingerprint sized bruises on my ass cheeks from digging his fingers in so he'd have leverage to pound me harder and faster.
I'm embarrassed to admit it but I didn't have a single thought for my husband, his wife or anyone else. I just wanted to cling onto him and never stop. I came a couple times before he stiffened and moaned the first words spoken "Oh God, Yes." as his cock throbbed inside of me and he came too.
It took a while for either of us to speak again. We'd had moved into the house, put on bathrobes and were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. He broke the silence, "Lisa, I love my wife, I don't know why I did that." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. We talked. Neither of us want to break up our marriages, we both love our spouses. What we did was wrong but it felt so good. We both wanted more.
We made a pact. We'd continue seeing each other for the remainder of my stay then walk away. For the next 3 weeks I saw him every couple days. He did things to me and with me I'd only ever read about. I was a complete whore for him on my knees sucking him off, on my back getting licked and fingered until I squirted, crouched at the edge of the bed my face buried in a pillow my hands clutching the sheets as he slowly but relentlessly worked his cock into my ass making me take it.
Our last day together we finally made love. Slow and tender. Holding each other and looking into each others eyes. Saying Goodbye.
I think my husband suspects something happened while I was away. I've been far more open to adventure, even suggesting some things myself. But he hasn't said anything, Maybe he's just happy with the new more adventurous me, I know I really like her.
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