I’ve been married for two years and sex with my husband started to lose its spark about four months ago. I really didn’t know what happened. I can’t go without sex and when we started fucking only once every week instead of every day I started going crazy. I ended up searching an chat site and fantasizing about cheating on him. When I came across the picture and description of a muscular guy looking to cheat on his wife it was too tempting to ignore and I sent him a few messages. <\/p>\n
His name was Vinod and our situations were very similar. Our relationship started out innocent enough, we just corresponded online and then we got into the whole cyber-sex thing. He gave me some very nice orgasms with descriptions of what he wanted to do to me and eventually I knew we’d have to meet in person. To be honest, I thought I could end the relationship before it went too far, but that plan went out the window when one of my friends phoned one day to tell me she’d seen my husband at a bar with another woman. I felt a range of emotions that I think everyone who is betrayed experiences. It was like someone had hit me in the stomach. I had no idea what to do about it and I lost touch with reality for a while. I didn’t have the courage to confront my husband and I didn’t get out of bed for a few days, faking being sick. When I was well enough to get out of bed I reacted by getting furious, and I asked him about this woman. He confessed and promised to break it off and start fresh, but somehow it wasn’t good enough. It’s not something he can just say, “I’m sorry I won’t do it again” and expects everything to return to the way it was. <\/p>\n
I felt like we weren’t even- I planned to fuck around and then confess, just as my husband had done to me. I focused on that thought as I invited Vinod out on a date for real. We met for coffee and I poured my heart out to him, telling him everything. He seemed very understanding. Thinking back, I suppose he probably didn’t care, but I was convinced I’d found someone I could relate to. On top of being a good listener he was a lot of fun. He had a motorbike and we went for a long ride, he said it always calms him down when he’s upset. I don’t know about the calming effect, but the vibration of the engine between my legs and wrapping my arms around this very sexy man made me wet. I think he knew what it was doing to me and probably planned it from the beginning. When we stopped in a field just outside the city I got off the bike and embraced him. In seconds we were all over each other. It seemed as though I was taking advantage of him, even though I’m sure it was the other way around. <\/p>\n
I started by giving him head on my knees and he played with my tits while I took his cock to the back of my throat. He was a lot bigger than my husband and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside my pussy. I almost got him to come, but he stopped me at the last second, saying he wanted to make sure we did this right. He then pulled a blanket out from a storage compartment (a hint that he’s done this before) and laid it on the ground. He licked my pussy until I had an orgasm, then got on top of me and shoved his cock all the way inside my pussy with one full thrust. We fucked on that blanket in a number of positions. I love having sex in the open air, but the sensation of a cool breeze combined with the experience of cheating on my husband for the first time was incredible. It was the best sex i’ve had in years. I lost count of how many orgasms I had and I managed to get Vinod to come twice. The first time he pulled out and came on his blanket. The second time I let him come on my tits and face. <\/p>\n
When I went home that day I had intended to tell my husband everything, but I found that I just couldn’t go through with it. I chickened out. I don’t think it was because I didn’t have the guts; it was because I wanted to keep having an affair. I’ve gone back to Vinod twice now, meeting him once in a motel room, and I had him over at our house the second time where I let him fuck me on our kitchen table. It was almost as good as the time on his bike. I still think I’m going to tell my husband, it just won’t be right away. We’ll see how I feel after a few weeks. Right now I’m having way too much fun getting even. .<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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