Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... parking lot like high schoolers. The next time, almost exactly the same as the girls’ night out except my husband came along. The night out wasn’t planned. We went out to dinner with another couple, then ended up at the club down the street. The guys stayed at the bar while Lynn and I went out to the dance floor. I hoped the guys would join in when they saw us dancing together, but instead we attracted another pair of men. Lynn’s boyfriend quickly came and cut in. If he hadn’t done that, my husband would’ve let the guy keep dancing with me. My husband and I fucked twice that night, oce on the hood of the car, then back in our bed. I didn’t exactly understand the fantasy, turn-on or whatever you want to call it, but I didn’t understand a lot about him. If it meant sex more often with my husband, then you could count me in. About a month later, he asked me why it had been so long since I went out with the girls. He didn’t like the answer that all of my friends had been too busy. He suggested we play a little game. We would go out separately and he would role play as a complete stranger. A little weird, but now I’m glad that we did it. It might’ve been the best sex that we’ve ever had. He pushed two fingers into me and I rolled over to give him better access to me. I took him in my hands and stroked him. His cock still slick with his cum and my wetness. He immediately started to grow hard again. I rolled on top of him and continued to stroke him until he grew completely solid. ...

... I lowered myself on to his cock and we locked eyes. He grabbed my hips and guided me down on to him. “I can’t remember the last time we had back to back sex.” I could. Probably on our honeymoon in the Bahamas. “Me neither.” I went slow, it still didn’t feel like sex with my husband. “Next week you have that conference?” I nodded my head. “In Vegas.” The sex started to feel awkward, like having sex with my husband. I started paying attention to every movement I made and not enjoying it. He paused for a moment. His tell. I knew he wanted to say something. He was thinking if he really should say it. After a few seconds, he did. “There’s this thing called a free pass. Have you heard of it?” “Not exactly.” I hadn’t, but I had a feeling I knew where he was going. “While you’re in Vegas, you’re free to do anything you want. No questions asked. No ramifications. I want you to have fun. Then when you come home, that night you tell me all about it.” I didn’t know what to say. I thought back to the time I walked down the aisle as the sun was setting on the beach. All of our friends and family sat on either side of me. Paul stood at the front of the aisle waiting for me. “You’re all I need. I don’t need anyone else.” “It’s not like that.” He left me afraid to ask what it was like. “It would just be for fun.” He started to move underneath me. I could feel how much it turned him on. I rolled off of him and he took control. He climbed on top of me and took me again. “What do you think?” His ...