First Infidelity

All of my life I've always felt a little overweight. Not a lot, but
enough. As a teenager, even an extra ten pounds can seem like fifty,
and I grew up extremely self conscious of my body. I was always
convinced, from a very young age, that physically, I was not desirable.
I was convinced that at best, I was adequate. All the correct parts,
put together in the correct order, but not quite as good as the other
girls. 

While I was in high school I dated a few guys, but not very seriously.
It seemed that the only thing the high school boys I knew were
interested in was sex, and a very crude version of sex. The boys seemed
very serious about wooing those girls who seemed to be so much more
beautiful than I was. They seemed very course when it cam to me, so I
didn't go out of my way to encourage them. My family became convinced
that I was a "late bloomer" and I didn't go out of my way to dissuade
them. At that point sex seemed very crude and overrated. 

When I got to college, the boys seemed so much more interesting and I
found that I was one of the girls who were sought after. It was a
little overwhelming and I didn't know how to handle the attention. I
didn't know anything about flirting, let alone about sex! I dated a few
boys, but things went very slow and I soon gained a reputation for
being very shy. Well, I was shy. I had a good idea what those boys
wanted and they weren't going to get it from me. I was a good girl. 

I just didn't have any idea about what I wanted. I had taken a good hard
look at myself in the mirror, and I had decided that I wasn't the
horror I had thought I was. I was cute but still wasn't sure what to do
about it, so I fumbled along, eventually found a good man and got
married. It wasn't perfect, but it seemed to be good enough. 

We had a couple of kids and as the years went by I put on a few pounds.
Well, more than a few pounds. A lot of pounds, until I was more than
just a little overweight, I was fat. But my husband didn't seem to
mind. After all, he had gained quite a few more pounds  along the way
than I had! It wasn't until one of my children found a picture of me in
college that I realized how fat I had let myself become. And I decided
that I didn't want to be one of those fat old ladies. I was only forty
and had a lot of good years left in me. 

Now I will never be one of those naturally lean and thin women. I have
to work at it. I have to exercise to have a slim build and I have to be
vigilant about what I eat. But I lost the weight and found out what I
wanted. I wanted to be desirable. I wanted men to look at me and want
me. More importantly, I want my husband to look at me the way other men
look at me. I want him to want me the way those boys in college did. I
know he still loves me, but it's an old familiar love. There's desire
but it's very sedate and predictable. It's comfortable and easy and
will never go away and yet....I want more. 

I love the way that other men look at me now. I love the way there eyes
roam over my body and I know that they are wondering what I look like
without clothing. I love the way they stand a little closer to me, how
they talk to me. I love the way perfect strangers will stop to look at
me as I walk by, and how men I have known for years will go out of
there way to spend time with me. People who liked me, seem to want to
spend a lot of time with me now. I like the attention but it took me a
long time to do anything about it. 

As I became more aware of my body I took up yoga. At first I took a very
large class and kept well to the back, but as my body changed, and I
became more proficient and limber, the class size kept getting smaller
and smaller. I grew to love the way yoga changed my body and looked
forward to the three times a week classes. As I progressed in my
studies, the classes became more intimate, with the instructor helping
to ensure that the poses were held correctly. There was one particular
instructor that seemed to take a special interest in me. And I took an
interest in him as well. 

At the end of one particular class, the instructor, Don, asked me to
stay in order to work on a particular posture that I just couldn't seem
to master. 

‘Stand in mountain position and lean forward', said Don, very
businesslike. As he came around behind me I could feel his eyes on me,
but I was certain that he was only trying to help me master the pose.
‘Watch your posture, you don't want to roll your back. Keep your spine
straight.' 

His hand came down on the small of my back, pressing down firmly, while
his other arm held my shoulder up. My spine instantly became straight.
I could feel my bottom sticking out in a more pronounced manner. I
could also feel the swell of Don's penis against my backside. The
backside I was sticking out firmly. At that moment I know I should have
stopped the lesson, but it felt so good having another man's penis up
against me. I leaned back into it a little deeper and felt Don lean
down against me a little closer. His hand moved up along my spine till
was also on my shoulder and then both hands moved down to cup my full
and willing breasts. 

Don pulled me up until I was standing straight, with his penis pressed
into my back and his hands massaging my breasts. We were both sweating
from the previous workout, but now a new glow broke out on my skin. He
gently grazed my neck with his teeth and began nibbling on the
sensitive area below my ear. I could hear other people leaving the
building and suddenly it hit me what I was doing. I was allowing
another man to touch me in a way that only my husband had. And I liked
it! From the lack of noise, it was obvious there was no one left in the
building. 

Gently he pushed the straps from workout bra down along my shoulders, so
that he could cup my breasts. He squeezed the nipples, rolling them and
tweaking them until they were so sensitive, and standing so full, that
it was almost painful. But what a good pain. 

He turned me to him then, and kissed me in a way that I had never been
kissed before. Chastely at first, with just his lips massaging mine,
then a little slip of his tongue, teasing my lips apart, tasting me and
allowing me to taste him. And finally, swirling his tongue over mine,
all the while his hands are pulling me close to him, cupping my
backside and sliding up my back and into my hair to hold me to him. 

‘I've wanted to do this for so long", I said, while I ran my hands over
his chest, feeling the firmness of the muscles. I reached over and
licked his nipple. I heard him gasp as I took his nipple in my mouth,
traced around it with my tongue and lightly grazed it with my teeth. My
other hand went lower to find his bulging penis and massage it through
his shorts. 

‘No', he said, gently pushing my hand away. ‘Not before I know all of
you. I want to see all of you.' 

He gently held me away from him and began to undress me, pulling off the
sports bra that I wear to class. He pushed down the capri pants I was
wearing and finally my panties. The crotch of the panties was soaked
and I wondered how I was going to wear them home. At that moment,
standing there naked in front of Don, I suddenly remembered my husband.
Don must have seen the moment of indecision on my face and pulled me to
him. Suddenly his mouth was on mine and his hands were pulling me
closer to him. 

His mouth dipped lower until he was sucking first one nipple and then
the other while his hands went lower, cupping my mons. He had to feel
how wet I was but he only massaged the bit of fur I had left. Then he
pushed me down onto the yoga mats that we had only recently worked out
on. 

His mouth returned to my breasts, teasing first one and then the other
nipple, while his hands roamed over my body. Slowly he kissed his way
down between my legs, licking in a circle around my clit, but never
touching it. Then slowly down one side, down one lip, and back up the
other lip again to the clit. Don darted his tongue over my clit, just
barely touching it, then began lapping at it in an almost delicate way
that soon had me twitching but was not enough to make me come. Just
when I'd think he wasn't going to do more than tease me he began to
suck my clit in earnest and then began to circle it with first one
finger and then two, while fingers from his other hand were spreading
my pussy lips and sliding in and out, in harmony with the other hand.
Before I knew what was happening my whole body was spasming in one of
the most intense orgasms I had ever had. Without even waiting for the
orgasm to end, he began licking up the juices that ran out of my body,
sending me into another orgasm right on top of the first one. 

As I lay there, waiting for my breathing to become regular, I knew I
wanted more. I needed to see all of  Don. And I needed him in me. 

As he lay next to me, waiting for me to regain control, he was gently
stroking my pussy with one hand and playing with a nipple with the
other hand. 'I need you', I said. ‘All of you, inside me now, I need
you inside of me', I nearly cried. I reached over and help Don remove
his shorts. He was longer than my husband but not as wide. Don had
stood while I peaked his shorts down his body, and I was kneeling in
front of him. 

I reached over and licked the glistening drop of pre-cum off the tip of
his cock while cupping his balls. He was so ready and so was I, but not
before I had a chance to play. I'd never been with another man except
my husband, and I was eager to see what another man had to offer me. I
fondled his balls with one hand while stoking his penis and licking the
tip with my tongue. Finally I grasped the knob of his penis with my
mouth, and swirled my tongue around it. My hands were kneading his
balls and I was licking and slurping his cock. Suddenly Don backed away
from me and knelt down on the floor with me. He lay down flat on his
back and pulled me to him. I straddled him and lowered myself onto his
now swollen and throbbing penis. 

I lowered myself onto him, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and began
rocking forward and back, slowly at first and then faster and faster.
Don had dipped a finger into my clit and began rubbing me slowly and
then faster, in time to my bodies rhythm. The movement of my body
against his finger was quickly sending me into another orgasm, just as
he began to jerk with his own. 

We lay there on the mats afterward until we heard the noises from the
cleaning person as they opened the front door. There was a quick
scramble for clothes and then a hasty good night. In the rush of
getting dressed I failed to put on my panties. My husband never noticed
that I didn't have them on when I came home.

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