I [F] slept with a married man, and I loved every bit of it.

I used to travel to Hyderabad a lot for business, it used to be a few times a year for three weeks at a time and I always had a great time whenever I was there. The people, the food and the ease of transport all made it a great place to do business and relax in the evenings after work.

Now, one day, mid-week, I was heading out for some lunch out of the huge office building, when I saw the most handsome Indian man I had ever seen in my entire life. His skin was caramel, his eyes dark and mysterious, his hair short and coarse and his entire macho demeanour captivated me.

We began talking and he was funny and intelligent, he was like the man of my dreams. He came along and got some lunch with me before we headed back into the building, where I found out he was an executive who was to be working in my team this week, so that meant I was going to be spending lots of time with this fascinating man.

He took me out for dinner that very night we met, and we ended up having sex back at my hotel room. He was incredible, I had never been so aroused or enthralled by a man in my whole life. He made me cum by focusing all his attention on my swollen clit and I came right into his mouth and he left his cum all over my ass again and again. We knew I could never live in Hyderabad and he would never move, so we decided there and then that we would have sex non-stop on the three weeks of the year that I come to Hyderabad. However, things are not always as easy as that.

He was perfect for me, everything about him turned me on and he felt the same way about me. I felt myself falling in love with him, it was so easy to do, and I could not stop it.

The sex we had was like nothing either of us had experienced before, fireworks would go off inside of us whenever we touched. Everything was so exciting, and I felt like he knew my body inside and out, and making me cum was like experiencing the best thing this world had to offer him.

It was not just the sex, but his mind, body, and soul all had me slipping head over heels for this superman and I was enjoying every second of it. Aside from the distance issue, there was also another big problem.

He was married. From the day I met him, he told me that he was with someone, a woman who paid him no attention, who was hardly ever home and who never wanted to touch him.

He confided in me that his wife and he had not had sex in over 10 months and that he practically felt single at this point because he never even saw her anyway.

Once he told me that he was married I knew that we could not have sex but something inside of us both just would not stop thinking about it. We both tried so hard to only kiss, nothing more but it was impossible.

It was the day we met. I made the first move, we started kissing, we kept trying to stop, aware he was a married man, but we just could not keep our hands off one another and once we were back in my hotel room it all happened quickly and passionately.

We undressed one another, we were gentle yet also desperate to fuck, we could not wait to feel one another’s naked bodies, but I still wanted to take my time and savour every moment of this encounter.

I could not get enough of his body, he was stunning. His shoulders wide, his chest big, and his abs tight and he had a beautiful, thick, cock with dark hair scattered across his pubic bone.

He sucked on my nipples, he nibbled at my pussy, he made me cum from focus and attention on my clitoris, he used his tongue to lick it and responded to my movements. I came hard into his mouth and he licked at my pussy once I was done, tasting my cum and its sweetness.

I loved his cock too, allowing him to fuck me in so many different positions and finishing inside my perfect little ass. We came so many times that night, it was unforgettable.

The next day at work, he avoided me. I guessed he felt shame because he was a married man who had essentially just cheated on his wife. I would glance at him and see him staring at me and then he would quickly look away. I did not know what to do, so I just let the days pass, letting my mind wander and focus on that one evening with her perfect cock.

Exactly a week after we had first slept together, he approached me after work, he asked if I would like to go for a drink somewhere and I said yes.

He told me he had felt guilty about what we had done, but could not get it out of his mind. He told me he had masturbated countless times thinking about how he came and how we fucked. I told him that I had done the same.

We headed back to my hotel again, instantly we began making out and getting undressed, he looked even better than I remembered. He had shaved his pubes this time, his cock hair down there now gone. I told him I liked the hair and to leave it if he wanted to next time.

We got onto my bed and I went down on him, sucking on his cock and deepthroating his length. He moaned and gripped the sheets and I made him cum into my mouth before laying down next to him. He knew what that meant, I wanted him to do the same to me and he was more than willing. He got down between my legs and inhaled my pussy before diving his tongue straight between my wet pink lips and playing with my clit. I came hard too and after that, we fucked like animals. He slammed his cock hard into me and I rode him like a cowgirl. Everything was amazing.

We knew we cannot be together; I was going back home in a few days, but we made a pact that every year that I came over, we would spend the entire three weeks fucking together.

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