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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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