Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... to end either. I already crossed the line, now I wanted an experience to remember when I lay lonely in bed because my husband stayed at the office late. I wanted to be the girl I was before I walked down the aisle in the white lace dress. One who had a sex life nowhere near routine. Some people may have labeled the younger me a slut, but I enjoyed sex and luckily with my body and all natural curves guys wanted to have sex with me. I liked giving them pleasure and loved the pleasure they gave me in return, which wasn't always perfect, with the guys like my ex-boyfriend Kevin who came all too quick or my one night stand with Tim who took far more than I received, but I had fun and didn’t regret any of it. I slid off of the window sill and to my knees in front of him. I felt like the younger me again, the carpet soft under my knees and a rock hard cock waiting my attention. He didn’t have the size that I imagined the Greek god in my fantasy carried around, but Todd’s cock felt long in my hands and I loved that he trimmed his hair at the base. A perfect working area for my mouth. I looked up at him as I leaned in. He smiled and I kissed the tip of his cock, tasting a hint of his bitter, syrupy cum. I wanted more. My girl friend Christina is like a lot of other women, she hates the taste of cum and will spit it out the second she gets a chance. Me, I used to crave it when I was younger. Of course, when I started out, I thought it was pretty gross too. At some point I stared to ...

... think of it as like an acquired taste like black coffee or a dark beer. I had acquired that taste and enjoyed doing the work to earn it. I'd never been one of those girlfriends who just gave head because their boyfriend asked, I gave a blowjob before they could even ask. I used to do that for my husband. He’d be watching Monday Night Football and I would just lean over to his side of the couch and take out his cock. That was when we were first dating, before things became mundane and long before he got lost in his work. I opened my mouth and took Todd’s hardness into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock and lowered my head on to him. I took almost all of him inside my warm, wet mouth before I pulled my lips back to his tip. My lips traveled slowly along his smooth shaft, enjoying every inch of him. I hoped he felt the same way and I had a feeling he did. I looked up to see his head cocked back and heard grunting sounds. That just made me want to work harder to make him grunt more. My lips raced up and down his cock and he let out a moan. “Oh my god, please don’t stop." Far more reaction than I ever received from my husband. His hands couldn’t stay away from my breasts. As my lips traveled up and down his shaft, he fondled me. His hands didn’t stop there. He moved one hand to the back of my head and for the moment just rested it there in my hair. My husband never did that. Before getting married, I used to react to it by pushing their hands away. However, there was ...