Fantasy Turned Into Reality
I've been married for twelve years, and sex with my husband is predictable and unexciting. Of course I'd thought about having an affair, but I didn't let the idea get very far until I was bored at my computer one day and decided to browse though an online dating site. Things just went further than I'd planned.
I ended up meeting a very attractive guy in a similar situation. I'll call him Mason in this letter. I'm 37 and he's 28, but we've both been married too long. He's been married nine years. Even though we were just typing back and forth, he knew just what to say to catch my attention, and turn me on. It took a few weeks of chatting on an off, but eventually I just had to find out what he was like in person. I'd already had multiple orgasms thinking about him while masturbating, it seemed like less of a step to actually have one with him. I promised myself I'd only fuck him once. I still love my husband.
Fantasy is usually better than reality, but in this case the real thing turned out to be mind blowing. Of course the build-up helped. The anticipation of wondering what it would be like to run my hands over his hard body, or to feel his tongue on the inside of my thigh had my pussy tingling before we even said hello.
I think I tried on about ten dresses while I got ready, I was so nervous I couldn't stop shaking. I wouldn't have made it if I hadn't poured myself a stiff drink and recited a speech to myself in the mirror ( I know, it's a weird self-esteem exercise, but it helped).
I didn't even have to lie to my husband about where I was going to be. He was out deer hunting with friends and he wouldn't be back for three days. It was a regular thing he did once a year.
Everything went so well I don't even know where to begin. At the restaurant where we'd arranged to meet, Mason showed up in a suit and when he recognized me he smiled like we'd known each other forever. Even if I'd seen someone I knew there, I could have passed him off as an old friend.
He was very forward, just like he was online and I've always liked that about him. We didn't dance around the topic of having sex and we talked about where we were going to do it first. It was playful, and he'd say stuff like, "what do we do now? Just rip each other's clothes off and fuck in front of the waiter, or should we wait until after we finish our salads?"
To be honest, by the time the check arrived, I was already moving my foot up his leg to check out his package, but he dragged me out of there before I could work him into a total frenzy. We'd planned on getting a hotel, but that was mostly because I was worried about him finding out where I lived before I got to know him. No one was home at my place, but it was over an hour drive away. My office however, happened to be very close to the restaurant and I took him there, knowing we would have complete privacy.
It wasn't what I'd originally had in mind, but as far as fantasy romances go, doing it on my desk late at night has a romantic ring to it. It was like we both exploded with lust after our lips touched, and then we made a total mess of my desk. I also ripped his shirt while he hiked my dress over my waist and helped me out of my panties, something I really hadn't intended to do because that's something his wife would notice. I was just caught in the moment.
When his head disappeared between my legs I knew I'd picked the right guy for me when I felt him lick the inside of my thigh. He remembered one of our Internet conversations where I told him I loved that.
I came all over his face in a matter of minutes and then with a little maneuvering we ended up switching positions and I sucked his cock while he laid back on my desk. I gave him a sample of everything I've learnt about giving head from years of experimenting with my husband, and he came in my mouth- but only when I wanted him to. I brought him to the edge of an orgasm twice before allowing him his first release.
He needed a break after that and lucky for me his idea of a cooling off session involved licking my pussy again. His tongue was very strong, and oddly enough very thick and just as I was in the throws of another amazing orgasm Mason lined his cock up to my pussy and thrust it all the way in. His cock wasn't as big as my husband's, but it was still wonderful. It was hot and throbbing, and hard as steel.
We fucked very long and hard and then went our separate ways. Mason actually had to go back home to his wife; she thought he was just working late. I'm not proud of the idea of being 'the other woman', but since I'm cheating myself and I'm not going to try to break their marriage up or anything like that, I don't see the harm. I was just one night of beautiful sex. Two bored people sneaking a bit of excitement.
Mason wants to meet again, he's made that clear, but I've managed to keep to my one-time-only promise. We still chat online all the time and I still masturbate thinking about him, only now I have a real memory to work with. People say fantasy is better than reality, and that might be true, but my fantasies about Mason got better after we fucked for real.
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