I’m a 40 year old woman from Croatia, married for fifteen years, mother of two. This is a story about the only time that I cheated on my husband. I’m not a native English speaker, so I apologize for mistakes. I just had to write this down.

I think my husband and I have a good marriage. He has a stressful job and needs to work long hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must have been on a business trip or with some of his co-workers. While I got suspicious a couple of times, I never actually caught him or found any proof. I have always stayed faithful to him.

I find my husband very attractive. He is four years my senior, tall and lean, funny and charming, and our sex is great. He likes to go slow, and loves to eat my pussy. We spend a lot of time in 69, which I love. He also likes to lick my asshole. No one has ever licked me back there before him. The first time he did it I felt embarrassed and self-conscious, but also very excited. He assured me that I have a beautiful asshole and that it turns him on immensely. So, I soon learned to relax and enjoy it. We don’t do full anal, but sometimes I get down on all fours and he licks my ass, rubbing my pussy and my clit at the same time. I push back on his face and I can feel his tongue probing my asshole. I get crazy orgasms, sometimes two or three in a row. It was with him that I discovered that I’m multiorgasmic. In fact, now one orgasm is just not enough for me anymore; I need at least two to feel fully satisfied.

Although I am very happy with our sex life, sometimes I would like to get my pussy pounded long and hard. My husband never does this to me, it’s too intense for him and he needs to come quickly if he pounds me hard and fast. So, our sex is usually slow and sensual, or a quickie. Also, although my husband is not poorly endowed, sometimes I wish his dick was a bit longer, so he could reach even deeper inside me. Sex toys don’t help; I don’t like how they feel, I need a warm, meaty dick.

To be fair, I’ve never had many opportunities to cheat on my husband even if I wanted to, but recently I changed my job. About three months ago, the firm that I work for sent me on a business trip to Germany. On the plane I met a man from my country that was going to the same fair trade as me. He was tall, not as tall as my husband, but more muscular. He was much younger than me (31, as I found out later), but I could tell that he liked me, although I told him right away that I am married. He was slightly bald, which I find kind of sexy. He reminded me of Jason Statham, but with without that stubble beard. I will call him Mark.

Mark’s attention flattered me, and my heart would start to race when he touched my arm and my hand couple of times. He was funny and talkative, and we had a pleasant flight. Unlike me, he has been on this trade many times before, so I accepted his offer that we visit it together. We stayed in different hotels, so we exchanged phone numbers.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was happy to find that I got a room with a double bed, as I am used to sleep in a wide bed. That night in my room, while I was plugging in my phone charger, I noticed something was stuck between my bed’s headboard and the wall. I took it out, and it turned out to be a pair of women’s panties. They were black and sexy, and I noticed a long white stain where private parts have been. I immediately threw them in garbage, but this got me turned on.

I imagined how some unknown woman had sex on the same bed, perhaps just the night before. I pictured her lying on her back right where I was now, and how a man took her panties off and threw them over her head. I wondered if he was well built and had a big cock. He must have been attractive to make her wet those panties so much. I imagined how aroused she was in anticipation of being fucked by this stud. Perhaps he was some stranger she had met that night. Soon I found myself fantasizing about Mark. I had to touch myself a bit, which is something I rarely do. I felt a bit guilty that I thought of Mark instead of my husband. I fell asleep with my hand in my panties, like I used to do when I was a teenage girl.

Sure enough, Mark called me the next morning to tell me he was going to pick me up at my hotel. I took a shower, brushed my chin-length hair, got dressed and put on my make-up. I’m a relatively small brunette (159 cm, 47 kg), of East European descent with some Middle Eastern genes. My breasts are 34B, and I think they look great for my age. I work out regularly, so my ass is pretty shapely too. I wish my thighs and calves were a bit stronger, but my husband says my legs are perfect the way they are. While I still did not think anything was going to happen between me and Mark, I was glad that I took my high heels shoes with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and wear them on bare legs. I felt sexy and confident in my suit and high heels.

So, Mark picked me up and we went to the trade fair. He was very elegant, and I felt some animal attraction towards him. There was something sexy in the way he walked, his presence. We spent some time together. He walked me around, occasionally holding my hand. Several times he put his hand on my waist when we were in a crowd. Then we had to part for several hours and met again later.

We continued the evening in a bar close to my hotel. After a few drinks we were clearly flirting, and I had already decided I was going to let him fuck me. His hand explored my knees and my thighs, getting under my skirt. The feeling of his hand on my bare legs was sending tingles through my pussy. A couple of times he leaned so close to me that I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. I was super horny and he must have been aware of that.

When I suggested that it’s getting late, he paid for the drinks and we went to my hotel. He didn’t wait for invitation; he entered the hotel and went upstairs with me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. While we were walking down the hall to my room, his hand was on my ass. I was so aroused that my legs were trembling. I still could not believe this was happening.

As soon as we entered and I turned on the lights, he pressed me to the wall and kissed me passionately. I did not resist. His hands were all over me. He started to kiss my neck and breathed in deeply. “I love how you smell… You smell like sex!” he said. No wonder I did, I was so wet that he could probably smell my pussy. He took off my coat. As he unbuttoned my shirt, I rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. I could already tell he had a big package. I took off my bra, and he started to fondle my breasts. He kissed and gently sucked my nipples, which got hard immediately. He unzipped my skirt, and it slipped off my hips to the floor. Now I was standing before him just in my panties and high heels.

I was touching his wide chest and hard shoulders, and when he kissed my mouth again and grabbed my ass, I reached for his zipper. I needed to see and touch his manhood right away. I reached inside his boxers and took out his beautiful uncircumcised dick. It was semi-erect, but it was already a fist longer than my husband’s in full erection. My legs involuntarily spread from throbbing desire to have it in me.

When I crouched to admire it and take it in my mouth, a most embarrassing thing happened to me. Since my last childbirth my bladder control was not perfect, and all the arousal and drinks made me lose control for a second! I quickly pressed my crotch with my hand and squeezed my legs, but some pee had already trickled through my panties and on the carpet. I quickly excused myself and ran to the toilet.

I took off my wet panties, and sat down to relieve myself. Mark didn’t wait for me to come out, and entered the toilet while I was peeing. His dick was still swinging from his pants. I covered my face with my hands, thinking I would die of embarrassment.
“You must think I’m an incontinent old granny!” I said. He kneeled in front of me and gently took down my hands.
“That was so hot! I’ve never had a woman piss herself from excitement in front of my cock! Seriously, it’s the best compliment ever!”
We both laughed for a moment. Then he leaned closer and kissed me again. He was a great kisser. My embarrassment started to fade and lust took over again. He was kneeling between my legs, caressing my knee. Slowly and lightly, over my inner thigh, his hand moved closer and closer to the burning epicenter of my desire, which was now aching to be touched. I was breathing heavily and my heart was pounding. When he finally touched my swollen pussy, I shivered and moaned softly. He gently put a finger between my lips, and slowly slid it upwards and over my clit.
He took out his hand, wet with my juices and pee, and licked his finger, saying “Mmm, I love your sweet nectar!”

He put a hand behind my back and picked me up from the toilet seat as if I was a child. He carried me over to the bed. I was still wearing my shoes and my necklace. He gently laid me down, and I instinctively covered my pussy with my hand. It’s been more than fifteen years since I’ve shown it to any man except my husband, and I was a bit self-conscious. I was worried that after two childbirths it was not pretty anymore.

“Now, don’t you go shy on me! Hiding such a beautiful body is a crime!” he said.
“You really like my body?” I asked.
“You know I couldn’t take my eyes off you since the moment I met you. I love how petite you are… You are gorgeous. Why don’t you play with yourself for me, while I take off this suit?”

Reluctantly, I started to touch myself. At first it felt awkward, but watching him undress, I soon I let myself go. I caressed my boobs, lifted up my legs and spread them, giving him a good look on my neatly trimmed pussy. I started to play with it. With sluttiness I never knew I had in me, I put my feet on the bed and lifted up my hips. I slowly moved my hips up and down, letting a finger slide over my labia and my clit. I put my other hand under my back and started to rub my asshole, moaning and purring.

He must have liked the show, because his dick was now pointing upwards in all its glory. It was big, not crazy thick, but really long. He took off all his clothes, and I could now take a good look at his naked muscular body. On his chest he had a tattoo in glagolitic script that I could not decipher, and more tattoos on his shoulders. Thick veins ran down his biceps and forearms. He was the epitome of an alpha male, and I was happy he chose me as his bitch for this night.

Without a word he came closer, put his hands under my ass and buried his face between my legs. He was munching, and sucking, and licking, and thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Soon, his whole face was wet with my love juices. Just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. He took my legs and lifted them over my head. He spanked my pussy with his cock a couple of times, and then started to rub my lips, first with its shaft, and then with its head. I felt it slide in circles, closer and closer to the entrance, increasing the pressure. He wasn’t wearing a condom, and I asked him to be careful because I don’t take contraceptives. He told me not to worry.

Finally, he slowly started to penetrate me. I was so open and lubricated by now that it didn’t hurt. It was pure ecstasy. After several gentle thrusts he managed to push it all the way in. I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside me, and his balls on my ass. I have never felt so totally filled up. We stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the sensation. Then he started to thrust, slowly increasing the pace.

I should say that I’m nearly always loud during sex. I moan loudly and there is little I can do about it, except to try to muffle it somehow. But after just about dozen thrusts of this mighty dick, a powerful orgasm made me scream so loud that everybody in the hotel must have heard me. And it kept going on and on, as he kept pounding faster and faster. I was holding my breasts and squeezing my nipples. Two or three minutes later another strong orgasm hit me. After that he pulled out and started to rub his cock on my asshole. It felt good, but I told him to not try to get in. Full anal sex has never been really comfortable for me even with a smaller dick, and I was sure this kraken would tear something inside me.

I turned around and gave him head instead. My mouth is small so it was a tight fit, but I have a lot of practice. I love to have my mouth full of dick, and I really enjoyed sucking him. My pussy was still throbbing as I played with his balls and jerked his shaft, sticky with my love cream. Pretty soon I felt his balls getting harder and my mouth fill with his salty pre-cum. When he told me he was going to explode, I took him even deeper in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. He released his load down my throat, holding my head and groaning like a bear.

We collapsed on the bed. He told me how amazing I was. After a few minutes I took off my shoes. He started to massage my feet and my calves. Let me tell you, after a whole day in high heels, foot massage feels almost as good as sex. I was melting with pleasure. I was in heaven, and the best was yet to come.

After a while I started to play with his balls and his resting snake. I felt the urge to take it in my mouth again. I squeezed it gently and circled my tongue around its head. I flicked my tongue over its underside. I got down to his balls and kissed them and licked them and sucked them. I licked my way back up his shaft. I gently kissed the tip of his cock and sucked it in and out. Within minutes, it was as hard as a table leg. With his dick still in my mouth, I turned around and straddled Mark, pushing my honey pot into his face. He knew what he had to do. While he was lapping my pussy, he rubbed my asshole with his finger, increasing the pressure, until he slowly started sliding it inside me. My clit got hard. I told him I wanted his cock in my pussy again.

He put a pillow under my hips and started to take me from behind. My pussy was tighter now, so there was some sweet pain at first. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out. I asked him to plow me hard, and he obliged. I loved how his balls slapped my pussy with each thrust. He was rubbing and fingering my asshole with his thumb, and the pillow was pressing on my clit. Sheets were rubbing my nipples. This was all amazing, but his dick, oh my God, his dick was hitting some sweetest spot deep inside me, giving me mind-blowing pleasure.

Orgasms came one after another. I was screaming into the mattress uncontrollably. My womb was contracting, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through my whole body. In my fantasies I thought I could go on like this for hours, but the intensity was overwhelming. After maybe ten minutes I was exhausted and my nervous system was frying. I thought I was going to pass out. Then he pulled out, and I felt warm streams of his semen running down my ass and my back.

We fell asleep soon afterwards. He woke up maybe an hour later, dressed up quietly and left. I wasn’t fully asleep, but I was pretending that I was. The feeling of guilt was starting to creep in, as well as paranoia that my husband will somehow find out about this. Still, I did not regret what I did. Every woman deserves to be fucked this thoroughly at least once in her life. But I don’t think I will ever try to cheat again. This will forever be my sweet, dirty secret. I never heard from Mark again, and if I ever come across him somewhere, I think I’ll just pass by and wink at him.

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