Fair Is Fair
I'm the jealous type, and unlike a lot of women, I can admit it. When I found out my husband had cheated on me with an old girlfriend of his I went crazy. It took me about a week to get control of my emotions, and I couldn't stop fighting with him over it, but eventually I realized I had to do something, or we'd just end up getting a divorce. I weighed my options and decided to forgive him and have an affair of my own in secret. It only seemed fair. I was pretty sure he wouldn't do it again, but to me our relationship just wouldn't feel right if I didn't do something.
It's difficult to explain, but if he could have sex with a woman and get away with it- not having an affair of my own would make me feel like he had taken complete control of our relationship. I don't like feeling helpless. Cheating on my husband to even the score would assert my independence and reassure myself that I'm in control of my life. Does that sound like an over-rationalization? Well, it probably is, but it's what I told myself.
Almost a month went by without have a clear plan of how I was going to have an affair, or with whom. When I remembered that a friend of mine had found her husband through the Internet I bought a computer and got on the Net. I didn't bother trying to hide what I was up to. Online I felt safe getting straight to the point. For a listing in a dating site I took a picture of my tits with a web cam and I spent some time getting it just right. My pussy throbbed with anticipation knowing that a lot of men would see my naked body, and that also made me feel better about being cheated on.
It took less than an hour to find a guy who was hot and willing to take me on anytime, anywhere. We agreed to meet the next day. I was so excited about what I was going to do I felt like I had to tell someone. It was hard to keep a big secret like that in. An incredible urge to tell my husband came over me- not out of anger or to hurt him, just to share my excitement. I didn't of course, but that's how crazy I was about it.
I went to the guy's apartment the next day and knocked on his door. I thought I was prepared for anything, but as we checked each other out I was barely able to say hello.
He was very polite and he invited me in for a drink. His name was Cory and I know that he caught me checking out his ass but he didn't say anything. He was very cool with the whole situation- the exact opposite of how I felt. As we talked he made me feel comfortable enough to change the topic of our conversation to sex.
Two drinks later he surprised me with a bold move where he said having sex was much better than talking about it and pulled me close. It was a very hot moment because he waited for me to make the next move and I surprised him by kissing him hard, darting my tongue around his bottom lip while my hand found it's way to his crotch. From there I slithered down his body and helped him with his belt. I love unzipping a guy's fly for the first time, it's like unwrapping a present.
He had a large cock (much bigger than my husband's) and when it popped out of its cloth prison I licked the entire thing from base to tip. I got really into sucking on the head while stroking the base with my hands. I know my husband likes that and Cory was appreciative of my efforts, but before he came he pushed me away and led me by the hand to his couch. He helped me out of my clothes, licked my nipples with the hottest tongue I've ever felt, and then made me lean back with my legs spread wide so he could lick my clit from top to bottom just lightly enough to make me incredibly excited, but not enough to come.
When I thought I couldn't take it any longer he pulled his mouth away from my pussy and started rubbing the head of his cock on my love button. I came before he put it inside me, but in the middle of my orgasm he thrust it all the way in and he told me later that feeling a my pussy contract around his cock was extra special. It was an awesome orgasm, but it wasn't the only one I had that day. We fucked for what seemed like hours and we did almost everything we could think of. I even let him fuck my tits and come all over my face.
The only thing I didn't let him do was fuck me in the ass. He wanted to, but my ass is just too tight for that, especially with a cock as big as Cory's! It was so big it even hurt me when I took it hard from certain angles in my pussy (it would press against my cervix like a hammer), but that didn't stop me from wanting it hard. I did have an orgasm when he put a finger in my ass, but that's as far as I'd let him go in that department, and for me it was a big step. I've never had an orgasm while having anything up there before or since.
When we were finished using each other he told me to call him as we kissed goodbye. Originally I'd only intended on having sex with a guy once, but I found myself calling the next day to make another date. It led to fucking him a half dozen times before I broke it off and I feel guilty now because I should have stopped sooner. The only other difference with my affair compared to my husband's is that my husband will never know about it. The guilt is something I'll have to live with, but I don't think it will be too hard. I'd much rather deal with guilt than jealousy.
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