Moving Day - Sex Stories

Moving Day

I'm 32 and have been married to Greg for 11 years now. As far as I know, Greg has always been a faithful husband and I have no reason to believe that he has ever cheated on me. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I've been fucked by many other men since I've been married and Greg never knew anything. That is until he caught me last month. My husband has always been a great lover, but I could never resist the advances of strange men. I have to tell you that I've never had a shortage of admirers. My measurements are 39-26-36 and I'm a 5'4" brunette with blue eyes. My hair is long and full and d****s the middle of my back, but I usually wear it in pigtails. Greg thinks I look like a teenager that way. The first extra-marital sexual encounter I had was with Greg's dad, Frank. We hadn't been married long and were living with Greg's parents until we could find a place of our own. I was 21 and Greg was 25. Greg's father had always been sexually attracted to me. The next man I fucked, after Greg's dad, was one of the men who delivered our new furniture to the apartment. Greg was at work when the two delivery men arrived and I showed them where to place the couch, chairs, and dining room table. Both men were very big, very strong, and very black! The supervisor was at least 6'6" tall and had the largest hands that I've ever seen. His upper body was developed like that of a body builder and his waist and ass were comparatively small and firm. The company uniform ...

... he was wearing seemed like it was a couple of sizes too small. The man's flaccid cock was well defined by the way his pants were stretched over it. It looked like he had a polish sausage in his pants! I was wearing a pair of old, cut-off jeans and a Tee-shirt that left my mid section bare. I didn't wear a bra that day, I usually don't wear one when I'm at home. As the men worked at carrying the furniture in I saw them eyeing me and I knew that the way my tits bounced under my shirt, was the focus of their interest. After all the furniture was moved in, I asked the men if they cared for a beer or something and both accepted. They sat at my kitchen table and watched me as I reached up to a high cabinet shelf for some beer glasses. I knew that my tits could be seen under my short Tee-shirt, I purposely positioned myself to allow the big men a good view. The supervisor was smiling and the man with him had a look of disbelief on his face. I set the glasses in front of the men and poured their beer. My shirt had ridden up and it was just covering the ends of my tits. I stood over the seated men and pulled the bottom of the shirt out and then down. They got a perfect view of my entire chest. I saw the supervisor was having trouble with his cock as he shifted around in his chair. He told the man working with him to head back to the truck and wait for him. He said that there was some paperwork to take care of and he'd be out shortly. After the man had left, the supervisor stood and ...