I love my husband. He’s a good father to my children, he’s attractive and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we like to be together. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things happen.

Keith must travel a lot in his job. During such a trip, children were out of school and since I had to work, they were with their grandparents. After work, some of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for a happy hour. Lance, one of the new partners, wasn’t familiar with the area, so I offered to give him a ride. In retrospective, I wonder if there was anything about Freudian.

Lance was 20 and fresh in college. It was about six feet tall and had an athletic construction, which I must admit, I was admiring in the office. At the bar, we joked at work and we all had fun. After several rounds of drinks, everyone had to go home.

I took Lance to his apartment, and he kept me laughing. I loved him in the car. His colony mixed well with his chemistry and felt so well. When we got to his apartment, we sat in the car with the engine on. We kept talking and watching. I started getting nervous, like, on a first date. I squirted in my place trying to be comfortable. Every time our eyes met, we knew what was going on. There was no way to deny the feeling of lust that crashed in my lower abdomen. I haven’t felt that way since Keith and I were dating. If only she was home so she could go home and fuck her brain, fantasize she was Lance.

I could say that Lance would not have made the first move since I was married and the toad I had made myself brave, so I innocently said: “I have to pee. Can I use your bathroom? "

As we climbed the stairs, he made excuses for the casino that was his apartment. After using the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. I wondered if I really wanted to. I grabbed my grapefruit breast and fixed my bra. I teased my hair, trying to decide what I would do. I was completely horny, my husband was out of town for 2 days, and there was a young stallion across the door.

When I returned to the living area of the small apartment, Lance was still putting things away in a last minute cleaning frenzy. He was bent to put away video tapes. Her gorgeous ass got stuck in her belly. When he heard me in the room, he went to the bar and sat on one of the stools. He nervously shaken his keys on the counter. I walked towards him and when I was entering the stool next to him, I deliberately fell back, landing against him. My hand planted firmly on his solid cock.

Apparently, it was pretty obvious for a signal. Lance and I dived into an aggressive kiss. His great hands were raised on my sides and on my full chest. I was pretty luscious and I went straight for his dick. In seconds, I had this guy on my back on the floor and pants around my ankles. He had the most beautiful penis. It was about 8 inches long and dense enough. His head exploded in a full mushroom. As I kissed around the base of his statue, the fragrance of his dick was intoxicating. Her pubic hair was light and soft. This big dick filled my mouth completely as I rolled the tongue at the bottom of his glands. I could say he didn’t have blowjobs often, because he started to moan instantly. I wrapped my hands around his pole and started masturbating him while I gave him the dick sucking his life. I bet none of the girls in the sisterhood ever sucked him like I did! Her penis felt so good in her mouth, like I made her throw up. It was exciting, having a different dick in the mouth. He felt different. It tastes different. It smells different. Lance had become almost paralyzed. He lay on the floor did not move, but tense as a steel bar. His breathing came faster and shorter. His eyes rolled in the head and the tendons and veins in the neck swelled. I felt the glands that started their spasms and I knew it was about to explode. Her head crashed, her whole body convulsed, and the sperm flew in her mouth.

While Lance removed, I peeled my pantyhose from under my dress. I laid his mouth and took his soft penis in his hands. When I massaged his lame member, it looked like a handful of play. I was getting wet. His mouth and tongue have explored this foreign pussy. He was pretty clumsy in this area. Then again, the worst licking I ever had was bad. The more she licked around, the tension grew in my lower belly. As I played with his cock, he started to inflate again and fill my fist.

I got up and dropped my dress. I walked around, broke my bra and tits. His eyes swelled on their escape and his dick was at attention. I grabbed his dick and lowered my lips swollen on it. He slipped into me and I could hear my insides turning circles. I was eating forbidden fruit and it was exciting. I leaned slightly forward so my nipples were on my lips. Taking the tip, he sucked one of the studs in his mouth while I shoved my hips up and down, back and forth on his hard cock rock. The more she kissed me and sucked my nipples, the weaver I have. She rubbed my hands over my ass, legs, stomach and boobs. Every time I hit him, my clitoris was stuck between his dick and his stomach. He started tensing again. I was about to come when he ejaculated a second time. Feel her sperm pour into me push right over the edge in an orgasm. I collapsed on her solid chest as my pussy grabbed as her cock still hard.

My pussy suckers were still flowing when the guilt started flooding. We quickly cleaned up, made very short talk, and then beat a quick retreat. Driving home, tears got up a couple of times and tricked me into the face. The salt of my tears mixed with sperm on my face, leaving a bitter taste on my lips. I couldn’t believe what I did.

After that, things weren’t the same between me and Keith. When we made love, I couldn’t enjoy it. He made me feel guilty. My conscience pushed me to stay away from him. This weight weighed me morning, noon and night for almost a month. I had to tell him, but what would he do? I’d die if he left me. How’d he get it? He probably knew already, he had to know something was wrong.

One night after sleeping the kids, I told Keith what I did. I don’t even remember what I said. I was completely numb, anesthetized. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, with his back toward me. I bragged for your answer. He didn’t say anything. Hot tears have been torn from my eyes, blushing my vision. I tried to explain that I still loved him, and that’s why I told him.

“I can’t talk about this right now,” he said, standing, but still refusing to look at me, “I don’t even want to talk about it. "

She left the room and slept in the living room. I sat in bed, paralyzed. The watch took the minutes that lasted for hours. I don’t remember sleeping, but when I woke up the next morning, Keith had already left for work. The house seemed so empty with him gone and I thought about myself, “And if he doesn’t come back and this is what will be like…”

I went to work, but I wasn’t there. I went through motions, so I felt like working, but my mind was on one thing. I couldn’t bear being at work, but I feared going home because it might not be there. Finally, Keith called that afternoon. I was happy to hear his voice; However, my stomach was bound in anxiety knots. He told me to meet him at home after work, before we took the kids and we’d discuss it then.

When I got home, Keith was already there. I was relieved when I walked into the house and I saw he didn’t have all his preparation to leave. I started crying again when I saw him. I couldn’t control it. He sat next to me on the couch, which was good so we didn’t have to face.

“I thought about all this last night and today at work,” Keith began, “My first inclination was to leave. I can’t do that. I love you.”

“I love you, too, really, everything was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking. "

Keith interrupted: “But I can’t let it go. It hurts. It still hurts. I feel stupid. "

“I’m so sorry, Keith. You have to believe me. If I could cancel it, I would. I’ll do anything to make you forgive. "

“Well, yes, you will,” he said. The way he told me he let me know he was thinking about it. “There’s this girl, Shannon… "

“Oh, okay. I think if you want to fuck another woman to do things, I might understand. "

“No, it’s not that easy, Hon. I want you to be there, and you’ll actually help. "

I didn’t have much power in this matter, so I agreed to agree with your demands. From what I understand, I was about to “serve” this woman and my husband. This will take place on the next Friday evening and will take care of the other agreements.

Keith stayed home from work on Friday, and when I came back, he had already taken the kids to spend the night at the friends’ house. The dining room table was set and I could feel some oriental food. I thought it wouldn’t be that bad.

When Keith came out of the kitchen and saw me, he said, “Your dress is on the bed. Go change. Shannon will be here shortly. "

The dress was a black leather teddy bear with a G-string back, a black leather mini-skirt, a pair of black thighs and high heels. The teddy bear was barely able to hold in my round breast and the mini-scirt came right at the bottom of my ass. I looked like an absolute bitch!

I was so embarrassed when Shannon came, but she seemed comfortable enough. She had long acute hair, green eyes and a full figure. Her dress was casual, not too sexy, but she emphasized her tits and hips. They sat at the table and Keith asked me to bring him some wine. He put a bottle of zinfandel in a small fridge on the floor. I started moving the cooler somewhere cheaper, like the counter in the kitchen, but told me to leave where it was. So I begged to get their wine and I realized why he did this. The skirt got up over my ass, giving them a full view. Even I thought my face had reddened a bit, I felt blinded in a perverse way. Throughout dinner, I acted as a waitress for my husband and his red lover. Of course, they both had different wine glasses, making me expose my bottom. After dinner, I put the dishes away and cleaned the table.

“Okay, now that the fun begins,” Keith said, getting up from his chair. " Would you like a bath, Shannon? "

“It would be wonderful. "

“Take a bath for Shannon,” my husband said.

They both watched me bend over the tub. Shannon pulled her dress over her head and dropped to the ground. He was wearing a white, silky teddy. Her skin was right, like most redheads. He slipped the spaghetti straps from his shoulders and the lingerie lowered on his body. She smiled at me while I helped her in the bathroom. Keith was having fun. His dick was dying to get out of his pants. I was there, wondering what I should have done. She was about to join her and fuck her in the bathroom?

“Don’t be there,” it was my husband’s order, “bat it.”

I took the loofah and I lacerated it with some fragrant bath gel. I folded and started washing her soft skin. I rubbed her arms, then shoulders and back first. Then I washed her chest, leading through her neckline and then under her boobs. They were only slightly fuller than mine and I could feel their weight as I lifted them. I was starting to find this very exciting. Then I began to wash my legs and she scattered them to welcome me, revealing her angry pubs. I was wondering if I’d eat that pussy tonight. Although sometimes I wondered what would be like having sex with a girl, I never had. Now I’ve been blinded by my husband’s mistress. Her skin was so beautiful and soft. I dried the water beads when it came out of the bathroom.

For now, Keith was already naked and he was caressing his protruding dick while watching. He took us to our bedroom, where he and Shannon stripped me naked. Keith cuffed me and tied me, so my arms were pulled straight to the head. Shannon had cleverly tied my legs open. My pussy was wet and I just wanted to be fucked so bad now.

Keith and Shannon started out in my legs. Both from time to time brushed against the inside of my thighs, making me even more horny. I was tied tight, but trying forward, I could see his mouth wrapped around his dick. His lips slip up and down the tree effortlessly while Keith played with his clitoris with my vibrator. God, I wanted something inside me! I closed my eyes and listened to her sucking my husband’s dick. Keith sang his approval in a series of moans. The moans I hear when I give him my head. I opened my eyes again and saw that he had his head stuck in his legs. Both of their heads moved frantically as they kissed, licked and sucked other genitals. Maybe I should have been jealous, but I just wanted someone to do me! I started taking Shannon juice pussies while it was hot. Keith had always told me that the smell of my pussy was a pheromone and immediately excited him. Now I knew what he meant. Shannon’s aroma made me want to bury my face in its contour. I couldn’t do it anymore! I was tired of being ignored. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard! Keith got stiff and I knew he was coming. I could hear her while she was trying to breathe while her sperm flowed. Shannon ran away from him and over me, all four.

“Your fucking husband was delicious,” whispered in my ear, “here, savor.”

She started kissing me. I could still taste his sperm while his tongue shoved in my mouth. Her soft lips felt so good against me and began to kiss me. I begged her to play with my pussy, but she told me I had to wait. He reminded me that I was bad and that he had to have an orgasm before me. Seeing his wife kissing another woman was all Keith needed to have his dick ready to come back. Shannon crawled a little forward, so his nipples hung over my face. They were weak in color and about half the size of my dollar cut brown nipples. I sucked one of the soft cans in my mouth. Shannon left a twin outside while Keith mounted it from behind. Her boobs crashed back and forth from him hitting her from behind. When she would bend far enough, I would kiss the soft lower side of her breast. I looked down and saw her muscle thighs between her legs. With every push, his balls collided in his red bush. I could say that Keith had “drunk cock” because he had fucked her for at least fifteen minutes and he hadn’t left yet. Shannon continued to issue a series of low gems, almost like a cat bag. I just wanted him to leave so he could fuck me.

From what I could say, Shannon had not had an orgasm yet, but Keith banged and moaned the way I knew so well. He came for his second time. He leaned his hips tight against him and grounded a little to make sure he shot all his load inside her. When he left, his dick was semi-hard. Shannon turned around, stretched my legs on my face and told me to eat her pussy full of cum. He assured me that if I didn’t finally get her cum, then I wouldn’t even have the chance. His lips and clitoris were swollen and attacked from under his beautiful red bush. Keith was kissing the inside of my eagle legs, but he refused to kiss my pussy. As my pussy swells on my face, a drop of sperm fell on my chin. It tasted as good as she had heard and started licking it as a pro. I had never kissed another girl’s vagina all my life, but it came natural. I just figured out what I’d do to let me know if it was mine. I thought it was Keith who saw me sitting in my face. Licking my husband’s cum out of another woman’s fissure totally pushed me over the edge. I just had to be fucked! Keith must have read my mind because I felt his hard dick slipping into my completely moistened hole. Oh, my God! Relief! It was good. Shannon continued to rub his wet pussy against my mouth while sucking his angry clitoris. The legs began to pinch my head and the juices poured into my mouth. He was trying to breathe, but he looked like an asthma. He shoved my hips in my face while he shaking me in an orgasm. She folded over me and relaxed. Keith’s fucking never felt so good. Then he took my vibrator and put it on my clitoris while he was fucking me. He knew where to place it. Every now and then, he was pulling my pube back with my fingers and sucking my clitoris while fucking my hole. It only took a few minutes before I had the orgasm of my life. I tried to stick my back and flop around but I was still completely tied up, so I just yelled loud enough that the neighbors probably heard me! Keith came for the third time. He pulled out and tried to shoot his sperm on me, but after Shannon had already drained his balls, only a few drops fell on my stomach. You still kneel on my face, Shannon put my hands behind my head and made him bend to lick it.

So, Shannon was kind enough to drop his handcuffs and Keith untied my ankles. I was finally free. The two lay on every side of me and gently kiss their sperm from my face. Shannon gave me a particularly sweet kiss of mouth and told me that I was fantastic while massaging my breasts. Keith told me everything was forgiven.

Now, when Keith travels out of town and turns me on, I still betray him. Just now, instead of Lance or another guy, I call Shannon and have the best sex of my life!