Giving in to your desires feels so very good, even if it makes me a bad person. [M/F]

TL;DR – scroll to the page break for the sexy times.

I recently returned from an extended trip to Europe. It was to celebrate my wife and I's 5th anniversary. When I met my wife, I was 26, 6', 320lbs, and nothing special. I'd always been a big guy since puberty. I'm strong, but my diet was always terrible, and I didn't take care of myself at all. 2 years ago, I started working out, eating better, etc… Lost 115lbs, which I've kept off. My wife kind of went the other direction.

In my life, I’d only been with (up until Amsterdam) 5 women. My wife was by far the most attractive of the bunch, but if I’m honest, I’m not physically attracted to her any more. All of the other women I’d been with where wonderful people, but not a single one was under 200lbs, or did anything for me from a purely physical attraction POV.

I know that makes me kind of shallow, but attraction is what it is.

Anyways, toward the end of the trip, we stayed in Amsterdam. We'd been all over western Europe, but the final leg of the trip had us flying home from Schipol. We rented a nice flat in the Jordaan, and took in the various sights. Our last full day there, we met up with a couple from back home: Mike and Abby. Mike and I knew each other from working together a few years ago, and I’d stood up in his wedding to Abby. Two years ago, Abby's company transferred her to Amsterdam.

They met us at some terrible Australian bar near Rembrandt square. We had a few drinks, caught up on life. Suddenly there's three women hovering over our table. Turns out one of them was a coworker of Abby’s and the other two were that coworkers friends. They saw Abby drinking and decided to stop over.

Immediately, I took notice of one of the women as she introduced herself with an intoxicating French accent. Her name was Zoe. As I shook her hand, I also noticed her curves. I’d guess her age around 25-27, maybe 5' 4", straw blonde hair, dark chocolate eyes, freckles, perfectly tanned, and an obscenely full pair of lips. She had really large breasts, especially for her otherwise small frame. Her sundress showed them off incredibly well. I did everything I could to steal glances are her.

Something though was bothering me about her, I felt like I’d seen her somewhere. It took me a while, but I finally remembered. I used to subscribe to suicidegirls.com, and there was a model on there named Lylie – Pictures & Video . Zoe could have been her twin, save the eye color. Zoe was one of the most attractive women I'd ever spent time with, so much so that just by looking at her, I could feel my cock start to stiffen.

Making things worse, she seemed to focus on me during the conversation. Since I'd lost weight, it took me some time to learn when a woman was giving me signals. It had never really happened when I was obese, but Zoe was definitely giving signals. Lots of accidental contact, face touching, lip licking, etc… This girl was into me, no doubt about it.

At some point, I realized my wife had become pretty drunk. She'd been drinking sangria for over two hours, and she's a light weight with booze. I figured i’d be taking her home soon, so I got up to use the W/C, figuring I’d come back and take her home. As I got half way to the building, I heard Zoe say she needed to go too.

Once inside, I couldn't find the W/C. Turns out it was on the 2nd floor, and when she spotted the sign, and saw me searching, Zoe ran over, grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs. Climbing the stairs, I couldn't help but stare at her ass peeking out of her short sun dress. I could see a black strip of fabric nestled between her ass cheeks. Even her legs were great – toned and curvy, nice and long, perfectly smooth and tan. As I stood and pissed, all I could think about was how she would look naked, and reluctantly, I realized that if I really wanted to, I probably could. I chuckled to myself, realizing that this had never really happened to me before, at least not with a woman so insanely hot. “Life is good!” I said to myself.

I got back to the table and my wife, Mike and Abby had disappeared. I asked what happened, and apparently my wife had just got up and walked off (not uncommon for her to do when drunk) and, realizing she was pretty drunk, Mike and Abby decided to walk get her back to the flat. That left Abby’s coworker and one of the other women. I assumed the party was over, and went to find our server and settle up. As I turned to go back inside, Zoe was walking out of the bar with another pitcher of sangria. By the time that pitcher was gone, only Zoe and I were left. I stand up to flag down the server for the bill, and as I do, I realize I’ve got a full erection. I’m certain Zoe saw it, as she sitting was directly in front of me on the other side of the picnic table.

As I sat down, she was smiling a huge cheshire grin. Yup, she saw it. I pay the bill and get up to leave, tucking my erection down before standing. Unexpectantly, Zoe says, “My flat is close, why don’t you come for another?” She doesn’t wait for a reply, and for the 2nd time that night, grabs my hand and leads me away, in the direction of her flat. I’m toast, and I knew it. The entire time we walked to her flat, I felt a well of guilt building in me. I knew I was about to cheet on my wife, and I felt terrible about it…but I didn’t stop myself. Nope, instead I started rationalized the situation, telling myself I could keep it secret, that I deserved to finally sleep with an attractive woman, that I wasn’t really doing any harm and I’d never do something like this again, that i’d be okay with my wife getting fucked by her perfect man, etc….

Zoe opened the door of her flat, and immediately pressed herself against me, and started kissing. My hands immediately went to her ass, under her skirt, and palmed each cheek, kneading it and just enjoying it’s perfect firmness. My cock pushed hard into her stomach as we continued kissing and I pulled her into me. She broke the kiss and stepped back, “My flat is on the 2nd floor.” As she spoke, I noticed just how clearly I could now see her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

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Zoe starts to climb the stairs, I follow. We climb the steep stairs to the 2nd floor (that’s the 3rd floor for us Americans). She is ahead of me enough that she opens the door and steps in before I reach the landing. When I get inside, she’s already kicked off her shoes, and is makes a “ta-da” gesture. The flat is a single large room with a bathroom and a kitchenette. Her bed is in the middle of the room. I slip off my shoes and as as I finish, she’s now sitting on the foot of the bed with her skirt fanned out (so her ass is on the duvet), legs crossed, leaning back on her elbows and smiling. Her notice her toenails are painted bright blue.

I feel a rush of need roll through me, and walk to the foot of the bed. I lean down, and start at her ankle, tracing my fingers up her smooth legs. She uncrosses and spreads her legs open. I continue tracing upward, toward the inside of her thigh, pressing my finger against her clit. I rub slightly, feeling the heat through her underwear. I bring my other hand up her leg and under her skirt, eventually using both to slide up her hips and start lifting the dress up. I had to pull somewhat hard as I got to her breasts, their size stretching the fabric tight.

I finally pull her dress was off, tossing it aside. I could see her tiny black cotton thong, and what looked like a sports bra, but was made of material that felt like a t-shirt. Her breasts were huge, but her waist was very narrow, seeming almost unnatural. I to crawl up the bed and push her onto her back, and under me. Any reservations I felt were quickly silenced as our lips connected and we resumed the tongue fucking we’d started on the ground floor. After a few minutes, I moving from kissing her lips, down to her neck, then chest, nipping at her nipples through the fabric of her bra. I moved my head toward her stomach, but made sure to roughly grope her tits. I was almost surprised when I squeezed them and realized they were real, natural breasts. I’d almost expected her to have implants, they were that firm.

I kneeled at the foot of the bed, and pulled her to the edge so that I could reach her pussy with my mouth. I slid her thong down to her ankles. Her pubic mound was covered with short, dark blonde hair. She was trimmed, but not shaved. I traced my tongue over her outer lips, starting at the bottom, and working my way up toward the top. She smelled of musk and sex. I buried my face as far into her as I could, pushing my tongue as deep into her slit as I could manage. When her entire pussy was soaking wet, I started to focus on her clit, pressing my tongue hard against the tiny swollen pink nub. I brought her to orgasm relatively quickly, and had to wrap my arms around her thighs to hold her in place while her hips bucked.

After her orgasm subsided, she was motionless on the bed, except for her panting, trying to catch her breath. While I ate her out, she'd pushed her bra up to free her tits, and must have been playing with her nipples. She slowly sat up, and pulled her bra over her head. It was then I got to start at the finest pair of breasts I’ve ever seen in person. Seriously, they were basically perfect. Again, go look at Lylie from Suicidegirls, but make the breasts at least a full cup size larger. Same bright pink nipples and virtually no sag. I actually started to wonder just how old this girl really was, that’s how buoyant and firm her tits were.

I undressed, and felt the cool air hit my cock. On a good day, I might hit 7” in length, but I’ve got a lot of girth. My wife and another previous lover had a hard time with my girth the first few times we had sex. Just then, I was as hard as I’d ever been. I stood at the end of the bed, drinking in the impossibly beautiful woman laid out in front of me. My need to fuck her took over, and I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her knees. Zoe knew what I wanted, and eargerly raised her ass up high.

I’m snipped, so at least I knew I couldn't get her pregnant, but I wasn’t about to fuck her without at least having a condom on. For all I knew this woman slept around with dozens of guys. “Condom?” I asked, and she pointed at her nightstand. I fished one out of the drawer, put it on and returned to the end of the bed.

I just froze for a moment, enjoying her perfect, heart-shaped ass sticking up, on display, just for me. She started swaying it back and forth, almost daring me to start pounding it. I started gently running the head of my cock along the slick edges of her pussy, covering the condom with her wetness. Then, with no resistance, I slid into her, quickly bottoming out. I froze, enjoying the sensation of her pussy enveloping my cock. She felt amazing, but wasn’t very tight. I began to pump into her, finding a rhythm, and carried on fucking her doggy style for quite a while, at least 10 minutes. Thankfully, the alcohol seemed to be allowing me to go longer than normal. The entire time, I heard her muffled grunts and moans. Thankfully her mouth was buried against her duvet or it would’ve definitely attracted attention from neighbors.

After what felt like a blissful eternity, I pulled out and crawled onto the bed, rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me. Again, she seemed to know what I wanted, and straddled my hips, grabbed my cock, and lowered herself down onto me. She was even less tight this way, but god was I deep inside of her. I could feel my head hitting something firm, probably her cervix. The best part of this position though, was I could play with her tits and grope at them while they oscillated in time with her grinding on my cock. It was glorious!

She rode me for quite a while. My erection never wavered, but at some point, in-between the excited moans, she told me she was getting sore. I understood, and flipped her onto her back and into missionary. I started pounding as hard as I could, trying to drive myself to climax, not really caring what I was doing to her pussy in the process. The effect of my thrusts on her tits was wonderful, causing them to bounce and ripple. She seemed to enjoy it as she resumed moaning and letting out the occasional high pitched scream. So much so that I eventually put my hand over her mouth to muffle it. I didn’t want angry neighbors interrupting us.

I felt my own orgasm starting, and this time didn’t fight it. I pulled out, tossed the condom, and started shooting a surprisingly large amount of cum onto her pussy and stomach. I came a lot, and when done, almost collapsed on top of her, but managed to keep myself upright. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at the sight of her perfect nude body, now with my cum running over her pussy and pooling in her flat stomach.

I flopped onto my back and caught my breath. I felt so tired, but knew I couldn’t doze off. I forced myself to get up and go into the bathroom. I wiped my self off with a damp washcloth, then walked back toward the bed. As I started to dress I saw she was asleep on top of the bed. Her legs were wide open and she had one hand resting on the inside of her thigh, and the other in the puddle of cum that had formed on her naval. The cum I’d shot onto her pussy had oozed down coating her pussy, finally dripping on to the duvet, forming a sizable wet spot. I desperately wanted to find my iPhone and take a photo, but instead, I dressed, and slipped out the door.

I got back to our rental flat, showered, and buried my clothes in the suitcase. My wife was in bed, and I crawled in next to her. She was out cold, but sleep wasn’t happening for me. I laid there for, maybe an hour, with an erection. I kept replaying scenes from the fuck I’d just had. I was surprised that I didn’t (and still don’t) feel guilty. I know I should, but Zoe was basically what I consider a perfect woman, physically speaking. Her body was flawless, and I got to have my way with her, literally covering her in my cum. It’s incredibly misogynistic, I know, but in all my life I’ve never had a “hook up”, or a random sexual encounter before that one. There was nothing emotional about what we did. It was pure lust, and I enjoyed it incredibly. We used each other, and I was/am remarkably comfortable with it. My biggest regret is that I didn’t get her to suck my cock before I fucked her…I’m terrible, I know.

The flight home was long, almost 9 hours, but I didn’t sleep. Not because of guilt or remorse, but because I just don’t sleep on planes. I’m 99% certain my wife has no idea. There’s an outside chance word could get to Abby about what happened, but I doubt Mike would ever go over my head and tell my wife. But, if she does find out, I’m an adult, and I'll live with the consequences. It’s been a couple weeks and I haven’t noticed anything.

Shortly after we got back, my wife and I had the best sex we’ve had in a long time. It’s terrible to say it, but the whole time I was thinking about Zoe’s body. My wife commented afterwards about how good the sex was, so at least she enjoyed herself, that’s a positive, right? Sex is so strange, and as I read this post, I feel like I come off almost like a psychopath with how detached I seem. If you knew me IRL, that’s as far from how I normally am as you can get. I don’t know what this means, but damn if I don’t wish I could fuck Zoe again. At the same time, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my life than my wife. Sex and love, strange things.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3fb7dr/giving_in_to_your_desires_feels_so_very_good_even