CONFESSIONS | CHEATING | CASUAL SEX

Cheating with a Stranger

Neglected by my husband, I find comfort in the arms of a man I’ll never see again

It’s finally happened: I’ve cheated on my hubby.

I’ve been open to the possibility for some time, I confess.

Why?

Steve, my husband, is fifteen years older than me. In the past years, the difference has become more and more visible. If before he wanted to have sex at least once a week — and was often the one trying to engage me — now he has become passive, undesirable.

I used to love his cock. I used to love sucking him in the strangest places — ooh, I’ve done that in trains, at the restaurant, in public restrooms, and even on a public beach, once — and fucking him, of course. Even if he’s not well-endowed he’s always been able to satisfy me, in one way or another. His fingers and tongue know me so well that I didn’t feel the need for any huge cock inside me.

His small prick was actually the best to try kinky things I love, like anal sex. He used to want my little hole so often… it made me feel so powerful, so dirty.

Now, I’ve come to the realization he’ll never be back to the way he was. Maybe I’ll become like him in ten years, too… but right now, I have my needs, and I’m not going to ignore them.

Quantity and quality.

My fingers and toys aren’t enough, anymore. That single time a month he bestows to me feels more like charity, than real desire.

Don’t take me wrong: I think I still love him. Life with Steve is nice and fun. I wouldn’t change him with any other husband.

But I know for certain he has cheated on me in the past. Maybe that’s the main reason I decided on this path, too.

Maybe that’s why I don’t feel guilty, now that it has happened.

How did it happen?

We’ve been on holiday last month, to a little resort with bungalows by the sea.

To be honest, I was hoping that the romantic atmosphere would ignite a new fire in him… but I was wrong. He spent most of the time reading and napping. I loved the walks with him, but after the third time I tried to turn him on and got refused, I felt humiliated.

And angry.

Victor stayed at the nearby bungalow, alone. We had exchanged polite greetings in the previous days, but never had a proper conversation.

That night I was on the patio in front of the bungalow by myself. Steve had gone to bed, tired. I was immersed in my dirty fantasies, reading an erotic short to prepare for my upcoming daily masturbation session.

I’m pretty sure I had slightly caressed my thighs more than once, sliding my fingers up under the summer dress, where there was no underwear to stop me from caressing my wet pussy. I’m sure my nipples were so visibly poking through my t-shirt, too, when Victor arrived.

“Julie, was it?”

I started, and it took me a moment to focus on him, standing in front of me, partially hidden in the darkness of the night.

“My God… you want me to die?”

I complained.

“Ooh, no, please. I prefer beautiful women alive.”

I blushed at his directness but decided to play his game.

“You must be aware of the fact I’m married,” I cheekily answered.

I was feeling playful, to be honest. And Steve wasn’t a problem: he was surely sound asleep, by now.

“And happily too, right?” he answered.

I smirked. At that moment, I was sure he had already understood the kind of relationship between me and Steve, and my current needs. At that moment, Victor, to me, had already become… a chance.

He invited me to his bungalow. I accepted.

We sat on two deckchairs on the patio and drank wine. He explained to me why he was there alone: a week away from his family, to decompress, he said.

I was feeling flirty, aggressive. My dress had slid high enough to reveal most of my legs. I think he could already see the outline of my pussy, at some points, as I did nothing to hide it.

When he leaned to kiss me, my pussy was already screaming to be pleased, and when his hand grazed a hard nipple for the first time, I moaned loud, asking for more.

Yes, this was what I needed… the touch of a man, his craving for my body.

As we kissed, Victor slid a hand between my legs and touched me. I confess I felt a little embarrassed when his fingers found me so wet. But the way he groaned in pleasure, and the way he caressed my clit, circling it as only an expert man would, made me soon forget about the rest of the world.

Well, I still remembered Steve was just a couple of meters away, in the nearby building.

I needed to get rid of that last hindrance to my senses. I stood up and dragged Victor inside his bungalow. I pushed him on the sofa, and knelt in front of him, pulling down his trousers, out his cock.

His forbidden fruit tasted like a new freedom. I sucked and licked his dick, moaning on it as if I was the one getting the most pleasure from the act, not him.

But he was… ooh, if he was!

He held my head, pushing his cock in and out of me, making me choke every time he slid all the way to my throat. I drooled on his tip, shaft, balls. I made his sofa wet, but I let him use me, command me. I was finally feeling a woman, again.

Then, when I realized he wouldn’t cum soon, I stood up and sat astride him, pushing his manhood deep in my pussy.

He kissed my breasts, sucked and bit my nipples, made me shiver in pleasure as I rode him, jumping up and down, moaning like a woman who hadn’t seen a cock for years.

For sure, I had never seen or tried such a wonderful, thick cock. The way it stretched my pussy made me feel like a virgin, again.

I moaned so loud, that he had to put a hand on my mouth to silence me. Of course, he didn’t want our neighbors to hear me but… it was so nice, I really couldn’t think about anything else than the wonderful sex I was having.

I came like that, riding him, pushing my hips down to him to accept every inch of his marvelous meat, rubbing his face with my nipples, trembling so much that, at some point, as my sight went black from the extreme pleasure, I thought I was going to faint.

We laughed at my explosion. It felt intimate, and… just right, just what I needed. Then I got on my all fours on the sofa and asked him to take me from behind, to just use me to vent his need to cum.

He fucked me for so long, I almost reached another orgasm. He spanked my butt pulled my hair, pinched my nipples… without stopping for a moment to thrust his cock inside me. I had never experienced such a potent man, such a rash of passion.

Spurt after spurt, he finally filled me with a river of cum. Even when he pulled his cock out, I stayed in that position, waiting for his juice to drip out of me, on the floor.

During the day, we exchanged only casual greetings, but I visited his bungalow every night, that week.

Now that I have broken the ice and that I know how it feels to be a woman again… I’m looking forward to my next vacation.

I’m sure I can easily find a new Victor to take care of me.

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