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http://www.incesttabooo.com/myind.html
My Indiscretion
I love my husband. He is a good father to my children, he is
attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and
enjoy being with each other. Our sex life is wonderful. I never
thought that I would cheat on him, but sometimes, things "just
happen".
Keith has to travel often, in his job. During one such trip, the
children were out of school and since I had to work, they stayed
with their grandparents. After work, several of my co- workers
decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new
associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered to give him a
ride. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian about
that.
Lance was twenty one and fresh out of college. He was about six
feet tall and had an athletic build, that I must admit, I had been
admiring at the office. At the bar, we joked about work and we all
had a fun time. After several rounds of drinks, everyone had to get
home.
I drove Lance to his apartment and on the way, he kept me laughing.
I loved him being in my car. His cologne blended well with his
chemistry and he smelled so good. When we got to his apartment, we
just sat in the car with the engine running. We kept talking and
looking at each other. I started to get nervous, kind of like on a
first date. I squirmed in my seat trying to get comfortable. Each
time our eyes directly met, we knew what was going on. There was no
denying the feeling of lust whelming up in my lower abdomen. I
hadn't felt like that since Keith and I were dating! If only he was
home so I could go home and fuck his brains out, fantasizing that he
was Lance.
I could tell that Lance wasn't going to make the first move since I
was married and the buzz I had made me brave, so I innocently said,
"I have got to pee. Can I use your restroom?"
As we walked up the stairs, he made excuses for the mess that his
apartment was. After I used the bathroom, I looked at myself in the
mirror. I asked myself if I really wanted to do this. I cupped my
grapefruit sized breasts and adjusted my bra. I teased my hair here
and there, trying to decide what I was going to do. I was
completely horny, my husband was out of town for 2 days, and there
was a young stud on the other side of the door.
When I walked back into the living room area of the small apartment,
Lance was still putting things away in a last minute cleaning
frenzy. He was bent over putting away some vcr tapes. His gorgeous
ass stuck out nicely in his dress slacks. When he heard me enter
the room, he went to the bar and sat on one of the stools. He
fumbled nervously with his keys on the counter. I walked towards
him and when I was getting onto the stool next to him, I purposely
fell back off, landing against him. My hand planted firmly on his
solid cock.
Apparently, that was obvious enough for a signal. Lance and I
plunged into an aggressive kiss. His large hands slid up my sides
and onto my full breasts. I had been lusting long enough and went
straight for his dick. In seconds, I had this boy on his back on
the floor and his pants around his ankles. He had the most
beautiful penis. It was about 8 inches long and quite thick. His
head had exploded into a full mushroom. As I kissed around the base
of his statue, the fragrance of his cock was intoxicating. His
pubic hairs were light and soft. This wide cock filled my mouth
entirely as I rolled my tongue across the bottom of his glands. I
could tell he didn't get blow jobs often, because he began moaning
instantly. I wrapped my hands around his pole and began jerking him
off while I gave him the dick sucking of his life. I bet none of
the sorority girls ever sucked him off like I did! His penis felt
so good in my mouth as I bobbed up and down. It was exciting,
having a different cock in my mouth. It felt different. It tasted
different. It smelled different. Lance had become almost
paralyzed. He lay on the floor not moving, but tense as a steel
rod. His breathing came faster and shorter. His eyes were rolling
back in his head and the tendons and veins in his neck were bulging.
I could feel his glands beginning their spasms and I knew he was
about to explode. His head rocked back, his whole body convulsed
and sperm flew into my mouth.
While Lance panted in recovery, I peeled my panty hose off from
under my dress. I squatted onto his mouth and took his soft penis
into my hands. As I massaged his limp member, it felt like a
handful of playdough. I was soaking wet. His mouth and tongue
explored this foreign pussy. He was pretty clumsy in this area.
Then again, the worst licking I ever got wasn't bad. The more that
he licked around, the tension grew in my lower belly. As I played
with his cock, it began to swell again and fill my fist.
I stood up and let my dress fall off of me. I reached around,
snapped my bra and my tits bounded out. His eyes bulged at their
escape and his prick stood at attention. I grabbed his cock and
lowered my drenched lips onto it. It slid inside of me and I could
feel my insides turning circles. I was eating forbidden fruit and
it was thrilling. I leaned slightly forward so my nipples were on
his lips. Taking the hint, he sucked one of the studs into his
mouth while I bucked my hips up and down, back and forth on his rock
hard dick. The more he kissed and sucked my nipples, the wetter I
got. He rubbed his hands over my ass, legs, stomach and tits.
Every time I slammed into him, my clit was wedged between his dick
and stomach. He began tensing up again. I was just about to come
when he ejaculated a second time. Feeling his cum pouring into me
push me right over the edge into an orgasm. I collapsed onto his
solid chest as my pussy grasped as his still hard cock.
My pussy juices were still flowing when the guilt began flooding in.
We quickly cleaned up, made very brief small talk, and then I beat a
quick retreat. Driving home, tears whelmed up a few times and
trickled down my face. The salt of my tears mixed with the cum on
my face, leaving a bitter taste on my lips. I couldn't believe what
I had done. * * * * *
After that, things weren't the same between Keith and me. When we
made love, I could not enjoy it. It only made me feel guilty. My
conscience made me want to stay away from him. This burden weighed
on me morning, noon, and night for almost a month. I had to tell
him, but what would he do? I would die if he left me. How would he
take it? He probably already could tell, he had to know something
was wrong.
One night after we had put the children to bed, I told Keith what I
had done. I don't even remember what I actually said. I was
totally numb, anesthetized. He got up and sat on the edge of the
bed, with his back towards me. I braced for his response. He said
nothing. Hot tears dripped out of my eyes, blurring my vision. I
tried to explain that I still loved him and that was why I told him
about it.
"I can't talk about this right now," he said, standing but still
refusing to look at me, "I just don't even want to discuss it."
He left the room and slept in the living room. I laid in bed,
paralyzed. The clock ticked off the minutes that lasted for hours.
I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up the next
morning, Keith had already left for work. The house already seemed
so empty with him gone and I thought to myself, "What if he doesn't
come back and this is what it is going to be like...."
I went to work but I really wasn't there. I drifted through the
motions, so it seemed like I was working but my mind was on only one
thing. I couldn't stand being at work, but I dreaded going home
because he might not be there. Finally, Keith called that
afternoon. I was glad to hear his voice; however, my stomach was
tied in knots of anxiety. He told me to meet him at the house after
work, before I picked up the kids and we would discuss it then.
When I got home, Keith was already there. I was relieved when I
entered the house and saw that he didn't have everything of his
packed up to leave. I started crying again as soon as I saw him. I
couldn't control it. He sat down next to me on the couch, which was
good so we didn't have to face each other.
"I thought about this all last night and today at work," began
Keith, "My first inclination was to just leave. I can't do that. I
love you."
"I love you too, really, the whole thing was just stupid. I don't
know what I was thinking...."
Keith interrupted, "But, I can't just let it go. It hurt. It still
hurts. I just feel like a fool."
"I'm so sorry, Keith. You've got to believe me. If I could undo it
I would. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
"Well, yeah, that you will," he said. The way he said it let me
know that he had been thinking about this. "There's this girl,
Shannon...."
"Oh, okay. I guess if you want to fuck some other woman to make
things even, I could understand that."
"No, it's not that easy, Hon. I want you to be there and in fact,
you're going to help."
I really didn't have much leverage in this matter so I agreed to go
along with his demands. From what I understood, I was to "serve"
this woman and my husband. This would take place on the following
Friday night and he would take care of the other arrangements.
Keith stayed home from work on Friday and when I got back, he'd
already taken the kids to spend the night at friends' houses. The
dining room table was set and I could smell some kind of oriental
food. I thought that this might not be so bad after all.
When Keith came out of the kitchen and saw me, he directed, "Your
outfit is on the bed. Go change into it. Shannon will be here
shortly."
The outfit was a black leather teddy with a G-string back, a black
leather mini-skirt, a pair of black thigh highs, and high heels.
The teddy was barely able to hold in my round breasts and the
mini-skirt came just to the bottom of my ass. I looked like an
absolute slut!
I was so embarrassed when Shannon arrived, but she seemed quite at
ease. She had long auburn hair, green eyes and a full figure. Her
dress was casual, not too sexy, but it emphasized her tits and hips.
They sat at the table and Keith asked me to get them some wine. He
had put a bottle of zinfandel in a small cooler on the floor. I
started to move the cooler somewhere more convenient, like the
kitchen counter, but he told me to leave it where it was. So I bent
over to get their wine and realized why he did this. The skirt rose
up over my ass, giving them both a full view. Even thought my face
reddened a bit, I felt turned on in a kinky sort of way. Throughout
dinner, I acted as a waitress for my husband and his redhead
mistress. Of course, they both had several glasses of wine, making
me expose my bottom. After dinner, I put away the dishes and
cleared the table.
"Okay, now for the fun to begin," Keith said, getting up from his
chair. "Would you like a bath, Shannon?"
"That would be wonderful."
"Draw a bath for Shannon," my husband instructed.
They both watched as I bent over the tub. Shannon pulled her dress
up over her head and let it fall to the ground. Underneath, she was
wearing a silky, white teddy. Her skin was fair, like most
redheads. She slipped the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and
the lingerie slid down her body. She smiled an evil grin at me as I
helped her into the bath. Keith was enjoying this. His cock was
dying to get out of his slacks. I stood there, wondering what I was
to do next. Was he going to join her and fuck her in the bath?
"Don't just stand there," was my husband's order, "bathe her."
I took the loofah and lathered it up with some fragranced bath gel.
I bent over and began washing her soft skin. I rubbed her arms,
then shoulders, and back first. Then I washed her chest, driving
down through her cleavage and then under her tits. They were just
slightly fuller than my own and I could feel their weight as I
lifted them. I was beginning to find this very arousing. I then
began washing her legs and she spread them to accommodate me,
revealing her firey pubes. I wondered if I would be eating that
pussy tonight. Although I had sometimes wondered what it would be
like to have sex with a girl, I never had. Now I found myself
getting turned on by my husband's mistress-to-be. Her skin was so
fair and soft. I dried the beads of water off of her when she got
out of the bath.
By now, Keith was already naked and he was stroking his bulging cock
as he watched. He led us to our bedroom, where he and Shannon
stripped me naked. Keith handcuffed me and tied me so my arms were
pulled straight towards the headboard. Shannon had expertly tied my
legs spread open. My pussy was soaking wet and I just wanted to be
fucked so bad now.
Keith and Shannon started making out between my legs. Both of the
occasionally brushed against the inside of my thighs, making me even
hornier. I was tied tight, but straining forward, I could see her
mouth wrapped around his cock. Her lips slid up and down the shaft
effortlessly while Keith played with her clit with my vibrator.
God, I wanted something inside of me! I closed my eyes and listened
to her sucking my husband's dick. Keith vocalized his approval in a
series of groans. The familiar groans that I hear when I give him
head. I opened my eyes again and saw that he now had his head
wedged between her legs. Both of their heads were moving
frantically as they kissed, licked and sucked each others genitals.
Maybe I should have been jealous, but I just wanted someone to do
me! I began to catch whiffs of Shannon's juices as she got hotter.
Keith had always told me that the smell of my pussy was a pheromone
and instantly aroused him. Now I knew what he meant. Shannon's
aroma was making me want to bury my face in her crotch. I couldn't
stand it anymore! I was tired of being ignored. I wanted to be
fucked and fucked hard! Keith stiffened and I knew he was coming.
I could hear her trying to breath while she gulped down his cum.
Shannon crawled off of him and above me, on all fours.
"Your husband's cock was delicious," she whispered into my ear,
"Here, taste."
She began kissing me. I could still taste his cum as her tongue
delved into my mouth. Her soft lips felt so good against my and I
began kissing back. I begged her to play with my pussy but she told
me that I had to wait. She reminded me that I had been bad and that
she had to have an orgasm before I did. Seeing his wife kiss
another woman was all that Keith needed to have his cock ready to go
again. Shannon crawled forward just a bit so her nipples were
hanging above my face. They were faint in color and about half the
size of my own dollar sized brown nipples. I sucked one of the soft
teats into my mouth. Shannon let out a moan as Keith mounted her
from behind. Her boobs rocked back and forth from him pounding her
from behind. When she would bend down far enough, I would kiss the
soft underside of her breasts. I looked down and saw his muscular
thighs between her spread legs. With every thrust, his balls would
collide into her red bush. I could tell that Keith had "drunk dick"
because he had be fucking her for at least fifteen minutes now and
hadn't gotten off yet. Shannon kept emitting a series of low key
groans, almost like a cat purring. I just wished that she would get
off so he could finally fuck me.
>From what I could tell, Shannon still hadn't had an orgasm, but
Keith shuddered and groaned the way I knew so well. He came for his
second time. She backed her hips tight against his and grinded a
bit to make sure that he shot his entire load inside of her. When
he pulled out, his dick was semi-hard. Shannon turned around,
spread her legs over my face and told me to eat her cum-filled
pussy. She assured me that if I didn't make her finally cum, then I
wouldn't get a chance to either. Her lips and clit were swollen and
sticking out from under her beautiful red bush. Keith was kissing
up the inside of my spread eagle legs but refused to kiss my pussy.
As she lowered her swollen cunt onto my face, a drop of semen
dropped onto my chin. She tasted as good as she had smelled and I
began licking her like a pro. I had never kissed another girl's
vagina in all of my life but it came natural to me. I just imagined
what I would do to make me get of if it was my own. I thought that
this is was Keith sees when I sit on his face. Licking my husband's
cum out of another woman's slit totally drove me over the edge. I
just had to be fucked! Keith must have read my mind because I felt
his hard cock slide into my completely drenched hole. Oh my God!
Relief! It felt so gooooood! Shannon kept rubbing her wet pussy
against my mouth while I sucked on her enraged clitoris. Her legs
started squeezing my head and juices flowed out into my mouth. She
was trying to breath but sounded like an asthmatic. She bucked her
hips into my face as she shivered in an orgasm. She folded over on
top of me and relaxed. Keith's cock never felt so good. Then she
picked up my vibrator and put it right on my clit as he was fucking
me. She knew just where to place it. Every now and then, she would
pull my pubis back with her fingers and suck my clit, while he kept
fucking my hole. It only took a few minutes before I had the orgasm
of my life. I tried to arch my back and flop around but I was still
completely tied down, so I just screamed loud enough that the
neighbors probably heard me! Keith came for a third time. He
pulled out and tried to shoot his sperm all over me, but after
Shannon had already drained his balls, only a few drops fell on to
my stomach. Still kneeling over my face, Shannon put her hands
behind his head and made him bend down to lick it off.
Then, Shannon was kind enough to release the handcuffs and Keith
untied my ankles. I was finally free. The two of them lay on each
side of me and gently kissed their cum off of my face. Shannon gave
me an especially sweet open mouth kiss and told me that I had been
terrific, while she massaged my breasts. Keith told me all was
forgiven. *****
Now, when Keith travels out of town and I get horny, I still cheat
on him. Only now, instead of Lance or some other guy, I call
Shannon and have the best sex of my life!
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