wifeswickedlust: An Affair – Her POV  [ 1 of 2 ] I can remember the exact day and time I decided to

wifeswickedlust: An Affair – Her POV  [ 1 of 2 ] I can remember the exact day and time I decided to cheat on my husband.   We were sitting in church at the same pew we have been sitting at for the past seven years.  In fact, it is the same church we were married in seven years ago.  Our two children were fidgeting in their seats beside us, anxious for the service to end so they could play in the kiddie park next to the church.  At five and six years old, the one-hour service must seem like an eternity to them.   The pastor was droning on about sins we should never commit as laid out in the bible’s Ten Commandments.  His sonorous tone was putting me to sleep so I tried to concentrate on the meaning of his words.  My mind was drifting but I did manage to understand that two of the 10 no-no’s were about sex: No Adultery and don’t Covet another man’s wife.   In my languid state I wondered why two of only 10 Commandments were used for illicit sex?  There must be something to having forbidden sex that is so much fun that fully 20% of the things we shouldn’t do were devoted to it. “Something I’ll probably never know”, I mused.   Charlie and I were married young and he is the only man I have had sex with, or even seen naked for that matter.  My mind drifted back to last night and to our twice-a-week lovemaking.  As usual, I had to fake an orgasm.  I can count on two hands how many times I have experienced a sexual climax with my husband over the years.  Charlie’s version of a seduction is to kiss and caress me a few times until he feels the dampness at my vagina, then to enter my love tunnel and pump out his sperm. As the pastor droned on I let my mind drift to more wicked thoughts.  The sensation of a man’s cock inside me was very nice.  I just wished it would last a bit longer.  I could feel my body come alive with anticipated pleasure and joyful release, but way too soon Charlie’s strokes would speed up and he would pound into me until he spurted into my receptive womb.  I would then gasp out my fake orgasm and tell him what a great lover he is.   Oh well, I thought.  We must be doing something right, we have two beautiful children and a happy life together.  Still, somewhere inside my dozing brain I wondered if there was something more spectacular to sex.   “Amen.”  The service was over and I was startled out of my reverie.  The children rushed out to play and Charlie got deep into a conversation with some men in the rectory.  I drifted outside and perched onto a stone wall as I let my mind wonder about the joy of sex, and if I was attractive enough for other men to desire me: A 28 year old suburban housewife and mother of two?   From the corner of my eye I noticed a man staring at me from across the yard.  Pretending not to notice him, I casually pulled my dress up and let my body come into view.  I felt a bead of sweat run down between my breasts as my guilty thoughts told me to stop. But I didn’t want to.  I was enjoying this stranger’s lusty stare.  I even moved around to give him a better view. I wasn’t watching him but I could sense his eyes devour my body, my heart beat faster and faster.   “Hello.  Beautiful day, isn’t it?”  OhMyGod! He had walked up and was talking to me. I quickly regained my composure and replied: “Why yes, yes it is…” I stammered.  He sat next to me and we began chatting.  He offered me his hand and said his name was Frank.  His eyes sparkled and his wry grin totally disarmed me.  The touch of his hand sent a pleasant energy through me.  I felt I was somehow cheating on my husband just by talking to him and feeling his manly presence as he looked at me with obvious desire.   He told me that he was new in town and trying to grow a real estate business.  He thought attending church was a good way to meet people and he was glad he came.  His eyes told me it was because of me.  I was secretly thrilled by his obvious flirting. Just before Charlie came up and broke my spell, we had traded phone numbers with the intent to maybe meeting for coffee sometime and continuing our chat.   During the ride home Charlie told me he doesn’t trust that guy: “He has been coming to church the past couple of weeks and ogling the pretty wives there.  I noticed him checking you out a couple of times too.”   I poo-pooed Charlies remarks, but was secretly pleased to hear that he had been watching me.   That evening, while preparing for bed, I noticed a new wrinkle on my face.  I couldn’t help wondering if life was passing me by.  I had trouble falling to sleep that night and when I did my dreams were of me standing alone in the shadows watching happy, naked people frolic in the Garden of Eden. Monday morning after Charlie left for work and the kids went to school I called Frank and suggested we meet for coffee.  He seemed genuinely pleased to hear my voice and we agreed to meet at the coffee shop at his hotel downtown.  An hour later, half drunk, I’m following him into his room. Coffee had turned into a few drinks at the hotel lounge and I was really enjoying his company.  He was a total gentleman and made me laugh at his antics around the world. I had tears in my eyes as he told me of a time in Italy when a man came home and found Frank cuckolding him with his wife.  Frank ran from the house stark naked and found an old donkey to ride, nude, five miles back to his hotel.  He said he smelled like a jackass for weeks after.   My stories of my life as a housewife seemed boring and tame compared to his, but his interest in me seemed real and enjoyable. I don’t know when our chats turned toward sex, but I found myself leaning against him and his hands felt like electricity as they ‘accidentally’ brushed my body.  I knew I should go home, but I didn’t want to stop being a strange man’s object of desire.  I had never teased like this before and it was fun.   I glanced around the dark lounge and noticed we were nearly alone in a small booth where no one could see.  I scooted closer to Frank and allowed my breasts to rub against his arm and chest.  I was secretly glad I was wearing one of my naughty thin bras and could feel his reaction even through my clothes.  My summer dress was gossamer thin and my ‘naughty bra’ wasn’t much more than a layer of silk, so I’m sure that he could feel my reaction as well.   My heart was pounding and my nipples were perked up.   After my next drink I opened my legs a bit and felt my dress ride up to my hips.  The buttons at the top had come loose from my wriggling and the whole experience felt so decadent and naughty.  And so completely unlike anything I have ever done before.   When he nuzzled my neck and whispered how good I smelled, I giggled as I said he smelled like a horny donkey.  He laughed and playfully slapped my ass.  The slap turned into a demanding caress that caused me to lift my hips to give him access below my dress.  Thank god the lounge was dark, because the liberties I was allowing were unbelievably sensual.   I willed my guilty conscious away as I basked in the feeling of being the most desirable woman in the entire world.  My panties were wet as I realized I was about to find out what the incredible passion of illicit sex was all about.   When he took my hand and led me to his room I went willingly.   For the first time since my wedding I felt another man’s lips against mine, passionately demanding, as they forcing my mouth open and his tongue searched for mine.  I went weak with lust and need.  My body was pressed so closely to his he had to pull me away to loosen my clothes.  His gasp of delight as he pulled my clothing off and gazed at my nudity sent quivers of heat lightning through me.   I felt a strange joy that this man had such a strong desire for me.  I had never felt so wanton and willing before… Nor so opposite of the sweet, care-giving, loyal wife and mother I had become.  “This day will be my secret forever”, my fevered mind told me as I basked in the illicit delights this strange man was giving me.   But this was so unlike my strict upbringing and religious training.  How could it be that I was feeling such an intense fervor of joy with a strange man as I ignored my freely given vows to be faithful and true?  Then his hands were on my breasts and my question was forgotten.  I could hear the plaintive, lustful moaning of a cat in heat and realized it was coming from me.  I was encouraging and participating in my own debauchery.   Yet, my confliction remained.  As his demanding hands roamed my body and his eyes burned into mine I made a feeble protest to stop by grabbing his hand that was giving me so much pleasure.  My eye caught the flash of my wedding ring and I froze for a moment.   He must have noticed the start of my indecision because his hands felt more aggressive as they caressed my body in an increasingly demanding way.  Something in his demeanor changed and caused a shiver of fear to course through me. But it was gone in a moment and his gentle caresses continued.  However, something in his eyes had told me that stopping was not an option.  When he kissed my heaving breasts and bit at my nipples as he reached down and fingered my pussy, I was secretly pleased that the decision to stop was no longer mine.   Freed of my inner conflicts I was now free to explore the true nature of my sexuality.  The extent of my lust was surprising and thrilling. His hands and lips were touching me everywhere and I was a quivering mass of passion when he stepped back and began to undress.  When the first erect cock I had ever seen, other than my husband’s, came into view I almost fainted.  It was magnificent!  The intense desire he had for me was evident by this raging hardon pointing up at me. It was as if it was saluting its queen.  I giggled at the thought. He led me to the bed and had me sit while he stood in front of me.  I was in a daze and mesmerized by his length and girth of his cock when I realized he was holding what looked like a condom.  I said that won’t be necessary because I was on birth control.   He smiled and said it wasn’t a condom, it was a cock ring.  I had never heard of that and saw that there was no rubber sack, only a rubber base ring. He told me that it would keep him hard and allow him to have multiple orgasms as he fucked me.  I was fascinated… did this mean he stay could stay erect and let me experience an orgasm too?  “Oh yes, baby.  I’m going to make you cum until you scream.”   He said he would need my help in getting it on and to lick his cock to make it wet and to use my mouth to push it all the way down to his balls.  I told him that my husband sometimes wanted me to suck his dick, but I never did. Frank just grinned and said, “Well your about to find out how much you have been missing.”   I wet my lips and began licking his cock. It was like a steel rod covered in velvet silk.  It throbbed as my mouth sucked it in and I used my tongue to move the ring down his shaft. My god!  I had a mini orgasm as I did this.   I looked up at him and let my eyes show my joy. When the cock ring was in place, Frank let me suck it awhile longer before pulling me back onto the bed and covered my body with kisses.  It felt soo wonderfully good but I hoped he wasn’t leaving marks.   He was like a starving animal as he tasted every part of me.  He kissed my breasts and nibbled at my nipples, then he moved down my belly to my womb and used his tongue to spread my pussylips and reach inside.  I had another mini climax when his invading tongue wrapped around my clitoris.   As I was gasping for air, Frank lifted my legs over his shoulders and positioned his forbidden cock at the entrance to my betraying cunt.  As if it was a feral animal that wouldn’t be denied, its engorged head parted the wisps of my soft pubic hair and began its forced entrance to my sacred place.  My warm wetness was welcoming it in. When he flexed his hips and rammed this invading beast deep into my traitorous womb, we both screamed out like wild banshees. The sensation was incredible!   I sensed my invaded and conquered cunt was milking at this strange, pleasure giving impostor.  It felt nothing like Charlie’s penis as it filled me from end to end and began stroking inside me, slowly at first then with increased intensity. “I’m being fucked…” I thought before my mind turned to mush and I fucked him back with mindless, passionate lust. The first time he exploded hot cum against my cervix I had a massive orgasm that coursed through my body like hot electricity, then subsided into a languid sensation of bliss before another wave of pleasure washed over me.  And he didn’t stop… he continued to fuck into me as I experienced my first multiple orgasm.  On and on they came as they turned my mind into pudding and we continued fucking all afternoon.   Frank used me as his personal fuck-toy and I loved every second of it.  He taught me positions I never knew existed and I experienced the amazing thrill of white-hot illicit sex.  We even danced the eternal dance of love in the shower as we soaped each other up and fucked standing up.   As we dried off Frank, ever the gentleman, helped me inspect my body for any tell-tale marks or bruises.  There was nothing I couldn’t cover up with a little powder blush.   My knees were still shaking and my body glowing as I finally put the last touches of makeup on, then rushed out to pick up my children.  The last kiss I gave Frank was one of thanks and goodbye.   My life is complete.   -- source link

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