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Afternoon Delight
By: shadyponyI sit here tonight with my husband out of town, missing his touch, and warm breath on the back of my neck as I write. He is usually by my side, as I go through my day, and share my nights with him.
I have been with my lover today, and we shared an afternoon unencumbered with the thoughts of my guilt or need to explain my whereabouts today. As I lay totally naked for the first time with my lover like Guinnevier and Lancelot, I knew that the thought, or discovery of our tryst could destroy a kingdom. Although in our case, I had permission.
My man encourages me to seek other men’s cock.
I have to say I love the thought of having a stranger’s dick inside my cunt, then coming home to tell my husband about it. But what turns me on even more is devouring a cock while looking deep into my man’s eyes. I can’t help but wonder every time one of his friends comes over, what it would be like to fuck him, while my husband watched.
Is that so bad? I suppose it is, considering that I am supposed to be a devoted and loving wife. That is true, and I would never stray in my heart, perhaps only in my hungry pussy, for sometimes I feel insatiable.
My husband has awakened a hunger that scares me, for I had put it away for many years. I love to fuck, and it is killing me that my man is a thousand miles away on business. This is my private diary that I am keeping for my husband to read when he gets back, because I miss him, and I have been very naughty while he was away.
Let me start with today. My husband woke up very early to catch his plane, and I found myself tossing and turning with my dreams as I drifted back to sleep after he had left. I actually had dreams of sucking at least three different cocks while I slumbered. I even dreamed in living color that I was with this one man, and went to go relieve myself in the bathroom. When I came out he was with his ex-girlfriend you know how dreams are, she was naked, sitting on top of him facing outwards. He was inside her, entering from behind. Both of them looked surprised, and apologetic as I returned. I remember stroking the hair off of her forehead, reassuring her that everything was OK, realizing that this guy was just a recreational fuck, and I was beyond any sense of jealousy. In fact, it reminded me of a time when I didn’t necessarily have to have any attachment to anyone that I might hook up with.
I felt a kind of personal freedom in my dream, letting that man go, and blessing them in their union.
I had my pussy thoroughly eaten out by my lover today. It was the middle of the afternoon, and it felt weird to be naked in broad daylight, when frankly, I hadn’t even had breakfast yet. He went down on me with the boyish charm that he normally exhibits. He remarked that this was his favorite part, and I replied that it was a coincidence, mine too. I said that must be why he was so good at it. He then joked that it was only the third or fourth time that he had ever done it. It was a witty response, but I had an odd feeling, like I didn’t know if he was joking or not.
I warmed up to the earliness of the day, and lifted my pelvis up to meet his hungry mouth. He had me moaning, and urging him on, as he licked and latched on to my clit. I seriously doubted that this was a new talent for him, and writhed with the fabulous tonguing I was receiving. He was looking for the willing thrust of my pussy that I had displayed at our last encounter, and after he drove his finger into my cunt, I rewarded him with my eager grip, and greedy consumption of his finger with the muscles of my pussy.
I could hear my own moans bounce off of the walls of his empty mother’s house, and I wondered if the neighbors could hear our afternoon delight through the walls. I became more intense, and started to fantasize. He is a contractor, and I imagined myself as the wife of his wealthy client.
I fantasized that he came over to give me an estimate, and I now imagined that he was performing more than a bid on the house, but instead trying to sway the decision by thoroughly fucking his client’s wife.
As he lapped at my pussy lips and clit, I rose up to thrust my puss into his face in rhythm. I was enthralled, and aware of the new sensation. My man has a fine talent of getting me off with his intensity and aptitude for eating my pussy, but this guy was different. He seemed to be waiting for my direction, which originated from my cunt and pelvis. Every thrust that I gave was returned with more enthusiasm, and pleasure for me. I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm, and knew that I was ready to go.
I felt it well up inside me, and soon I was writhing in pure pleasure, as he licked, and sucked on my fully stimulated clit. I kept coming close to my orgasm, and then backing off involuntarily. I was so puffed up and sensitive, that the simple act of sticking his tongue out as I rode across it with my swollen lips was enough to finish the job.
When he latched onto my clit, riding my hips and pussy with his face, I lost all control and came in shivering waves settling my airborne pelvis onto the bed, and shuddered in the delight of a well-earned climax. God, I was in heaven, and could only stop in my mind to think of my loving husband, and thank God for our open relationship, that allows me to adore my Husband and still be a cock hound.
The air was full with the smells of sweat and the Vanilla scent that I had worn today. We laid there for a minute, and as I basked in the pleasure of the moment, I wondered with all this time available for us, what would be next, knowing that as much as I love cock, I would have his dick doing my bidding.
I slowly slid down his chest towards his groin, and kissed lightly between the folds of his thigh and ball sack knowing that this is a fabulous feeling for a man or even a woman in that area. He moaned with a delighted response. I took each of his balls gently into my mouth, taking the time to caress them with my swirling tongue, as I sucked on them ever so lightly.
His cock began to respond, and grow hard. As I pulled his hardening dick into my mouth, I rose and mounted his leg, rubbing my wet pussy up and down the top of his leg, letting him know that my desires were not waning, for I was still horny as hell, and interested in my own pleasure, as I was in his.
I mounted and humped his leg, as I sucked and pleasured his cock. He was enjoying every minute of this forbidden coupling, as I was.
I turned my body where I could take him and offer my hungry cunt towards him without really forming a 69 position. He immediately took my still swollen pussy into his hand, and pushed his finger into my waiting void. I sent him words of encouragement, letting him know that that was what I wanted, and to continue finger fucking my cunt.
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He began to thrust his rock hard dick into my mouth, as I cried out from his cock.Oh yes! Yes, that’s right. Fuck me! As I continued to suck on his rock hard cock, I latched onto his shaft, working the base with my fingers in an OK shape.I rode his cock with my mouth, as my hand stroked up and down the base. He was getting harder, and harder until all of a sudden he burst, spraying his sweet reward deep into my throat.
I savored every drop, and pulled my mouth off of his spent cock, licking the remnants, and blowing cool air onto the head of his penis. He sighed with pleasure, and I thought of my husband, and the familiarity of his cock, and the satisfaction that we shared like this so often. The beauty of having my husband’s permission, and sense of sharing in my indescrepencies, was that I could keep my attachment to where it belonged, instead of doing battle with my conscious at a time like this, feeling like I should put this experience into a bank for future decisions.
We dressed, and said our parting words. He had to get back to work, and I decided to go to the bar to have lunch, and visit my friends. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure that I was put together, and not looking like I had just crawled out of bed.
I walked into the bar, and was greeted by many of my friends who hugged me in a warm greeting. Immediately the first male friend exclaimed You smell good! I couldn’t help but wonder if I smelled like an afternoon of sex. How could I not? I smiled sheepishly, and made my way inside. Everyone asked what I was doing there, to which I replied that I was picking up a freezer for the house (which I did).
These were my friends and I was delighted to be among them. As they all offered a chair I couldn’t help but count the many men among them that I’d had my way with over the years. I wondered if any of them had compared notes or if they were all oblivious to my mischievous ways and thought that they alone had pleasured me. We ate, and drank for a while, everyone still commenting on how great I smelled. It’s funny how pheromones work. first time adultery stories
Before long, he walked in and sat at the Bar, we exchanged a knowing glance and ordered up another round.
One thing I love, is sitting in a bar between numerous ex-conquests, without anyone knowing, and acting casual and uncommitted. I did just that, and aside from the car bomb we shared none were the wiser.
