My [f]irst time [cheating]

I had been married for a good 5 years at the time. I’m still very much in love with my husband and we still have great sex.

There’s just something he can’t fulfill for me. He can’t fulfill the silly cheating fantasies I’ve had since as long as I could remember. One of the very first times I touched myself was when I was sneakily watching some terrible movie that featured cheating. It had some hairy chested 80s hair guy getting his shirt ripped off first by his wife and then later in the movie by his new lover (she found the buttons would is how she realized he was cheating, guy had a hulk fetish, I guess). I digress, the main point is how funny it made me feel to watch this man with a woman who was not his wife. It was the first time I was turned the fuck on.

Fast forward to when I finally embraced my inner slut. So I made a sneaky OKCupid account without face pics. Just ones that showed off my petite frame. And wouldn’t you know it, I had hundreds of messages from wannabe Lotharios almost instantly. I really did have my pick of the litter, so I choose this nice black gentleman who was seriously funny. We started texting via WhatsApp and really hit it off. Soon, I was doing something I hadn’t even done with my husband: I was sexting the pants off this fool. I made him promise he’d delete them afterwards, but I had shown this guy my tits, ass, and even my little natural V of jet black pubic hair before we had even met. Also, this is the first time I ever enjoyed a dick pic. He didn’t quite fit into the stereotype of the monster cock, but it was a decent size (not even as big as my husband but he’s hung af so who am I to complain about that?), and it looked just so hard and perfectly straight. His cock head was like perfectly symmetrical. You know how there are hand models? This guy could be a cock model (maybe that is a thing? haha).

As you might have guessed, it wasn’t long until we met. We decided to go to a coffee shop in his neck of the woods. I was so fucking nervous and yet so fucking wet as I reached our meeting place. I have to say, I really liked his voice. He was actually a total gentleman but still made it totally obvious he was ogling me as we shared stories, laughed, and eye-fucked.

From there, we went to a nearby park with lots and lots of secluded areas. We continued laughing and sharing stories and whatnot until he asked if he could hold my hand. See, total gentleman. lol. Anyway, we walked down a wooded trail holding hands until he stopped and pulled me to the side of the trail. This is where we made out and I let him feel me up. We only stopped when we heard some kids snickering. Just for a little bit until we started making out again, his hand back on my breast almost immediately. It was the first time I’d been felt up so brazenly in public. I was so fucking turned on. I told him we had to stop, but only because I was getting so light-headed.

We sojourned to a nearby bench where I rested my head on his chest. Oh, by the way, I don’t know if this is important to you but he was in a t-shirt and jeans. He’s about 6′ and I’m 5’5. I was wearing a little pink jersey knit dress that I never ever wear a bra with. At this point in time, my nipples were pretty hard so anyone who looked basically saw actually how my tits look nude, except you know, covered in pink jersey knit cotton. After we caught our breath, we went past the public area and into the wooded area proper.

I was so turned on that I dropped to my knees and freed his perfect cock so I could see it for myself eye-to-eye. I looked up at him and smiled really big before engulfing his head and sucking on it as hard as I wanted. His cock really was my plaything at that moment. He could only massage the back of my head as I bobbed and licked and kissed and jerked and swirled my hands all over his beautiful cock and lovely scrotum. I pulled my tits out of my dress and smacked his cock against them. I loved how his dark skinned penis looked against my milky white breasts (did I mention this was my first time with a black guy?). I started to finger myself furiously, not paying attention to how much the twigs and underbrush was irritating my knees. I continued on, sucking this guy I hardly knew off like a pornstar until he came in my mouth. I looked up at him as he was still cumming and aimed some at my face and my tits. It was something I had always wanted to do but was too chicken shit to do it with my husband. The warm splash of cum on my skin was electric. I moaned and cooed and sucked on his sensitive and perfect head until I came on my fingers, which wasn’t really that long. He cleaned me up with his t-shirt and we walked back to the beaten paths. I noticed I had cum on my dress. I smiled brightly as we walked to his car. We didn’t fuck that day, maybe that’s a story for another time, but I did end up buying myself a new dress I wore home and laundered the cumstained one.

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