Consider My Perspective [cheat] [mf][married]

Consider my perspective.

I’ve just not been very happy.

I married too young, settled for the wrong man, agreed to have kids with him (I love my kids) and I’m just lost. I’ve lost myself.

My husband just doesn’t get me. In the beginning it was like most relationships, hot and steamy. We had a very strong physical attraction.

But things have been deteriorating for awhile now, and if I’m honest, I really don’t know what to do. I just want to make him happy. I would do anything for his praise. And trust me, I’ve tried.

I thought maybe if I go to bed when he does, and sleep naked next to him. Press my D sized tits against his back and rub my bald pussy against his ass that maybe he would pick up the clues (not very subtle.) Somehow he didn’t want to fuck me.

I thought well maybe if I surprise him with a blowjob once a week he would start to become more attracted to me. Nope.

I tried bringing other women into the mix again, but that’s kinda hard these days. He’s gotten a little older, and kinda let himself go. And he’s just not that attractive anymore. Not sure who would be interested. It’s easy for me because I tend to be more attracted to women anyway, but it makes it hard when he isn’t as attractive to some.

I’d say one of the biggest problems is that our sexual blueprints just don’t mesh. Not sure they ever really have. I have needs and desires, and he does too, but we just don’t line up. I mean, it’s hard, right?

He snores so I don’t enjoy sharing a bed with him. He wakes up early and disrupts my sleep while getting ready for work which I fucking hate. Why can’t he just brush his teeth quieter at 5:00 am? FUCK!

I mean, I wouldn’t mind if once in awhile he would surprise me and jump back in bed naked after his shower, press his cock up against my ass, and grab me by the pussy. Maybe a little finger fucking and some clit rubbing, before he rips off my bottoms and slides his hard cock into me from behind, grabs my tits with his free hand, pumps me with some good, hard thrusts, and deposits his load of cum in me, before leaning over and kissing my cheek to say good morning. (Yes, I’ve given this some thought.)

But instead, he hops in the shower, strokes his cock into the hot spray of water while watching lesbian porn on his phone, cums all over the floor, gets out of the shower and goes to work.

I mean, I love his dick. I can slurp it up. And he has the best fingers…fuuuuuck. Thank Christ for those thick, skilled fingers. Probably saved our marriage really.

It just isn’t enough. And hasn’t been. Our sexcapades have been fun. We’ve had some hot, slutty threesomes where we’ve both sucked and fucked hard. Not sure they really fixed what’s been happening to us though.

And either has what I’m about to tell you. But somehow, I think it’s been good for me.

I work at a hotel and manage the reception staff. I work some long and strange hours as a result. I’ve had a wandering eye for awhile now and I’ve managed to find some great self worth, and sexual satisfaction because of it.

It’s for this reason that I continue to cheat on my husband.

I met him at work. I’d seen Travis around the hotel as part of the maintenance team. He was at least 5 years younger than me and in very good shape. He was fond of wearing tight t- shirts under his company jacket, and he was not shy of showing off his muscular frame. I’d had my eye on him for awhile, and pretty sure he’d noticed me as well.

One night when I was working the graveyard shift, I was super horny working by myself. It was a quiet night and I was on my phone, flipping through the gram, just killing time. I ended up going down a sexy rabbit hole that contained shirtless men, women with hard nipples, and tik-tok dances with hips gyrating. You name it, and it was getting me wet.

It was at that point I had an idea. I was horny, and I needed some company. So I decided we were ‘having some problems with the door on the front counter.’ You know the one that swings open when someone goes into the reception area? Yah. It wasn’t swinging so well (thanks to a couple of removed screws) and so I called the maintenance crew.

Travis showed up and immediately took off his jacket. ‘Hi Monica. You look really good tonight.’ he said as he eyed me up and down. I was wearing my regular hotel branded skirt and blouse, and I had thigh high stockings on with my hair up in a cute bun. My blouse was undone an extra couple buttons and it exposed a large amount of ample cleavage. My hormones were high, and I was charged.

‘Thanks Travis. I like those pants on you. They’d look even better on the floor in my office.’ I flirted back with a little giggle. This was fun and I was starting to really enjoy the attention. Travis set his tool bag down and turned toward me. He was obviously nervous. And it was becoming more apparent that he was aroused.

‘I’m joking!’ I said. ‘I’m married, and so are you. This is is just some fun flirting.’

‘So Monica, what if I don’t want this to just be some fun flirting? I’m seriously fucking attracted to you, and I’m just gonna come out and say it. I want to fuck you crooked, and then keep going until you’re straight again.’

I gasped. And wet myself. More than a little. Now I had some serious considering to do.

It didn’t take me long to decide what was right. I was gonna fuck this man.

I stepped toward Travis, reached down, and grabbed a mitt-full of his package. ‘If this is happening, then let’s go make it happen.’ I said, grabbing his belt and pulling him into my office.

Travis shut the door behind him and I told him to turn the lights off. I was already out of my blouse and had my right hand on my bra clasp, waiting for the lights to go out. As soon as he turned them off, I unclasped my bra and sprung my tits loose. They bounced and settled, my nipples pointing slightly out and up, filling with blood as they became erect. I slowly walked toward him and he just stood and watched me.

He was hesitating. I could see the bulge in his pants, the tip of his obviously large cock starting to poke out his waist line.

‘Hey Travis, this is just sex. I wanna get fucked, and you wanna fuck me. You’re gonna whip out that cock, drop your pants, and let me deep throat your cock and balls. Then you’ll bend me over that desk and fuck hard until we both drop our loads. Just a fuck. We don’t need to make it any more. Leave it here. Then go home to our sexless lives. End of story.’

I soon found out that he was happy to agree.

Travis undid the button on his work pants and his hard cock was released from its confines. The outline of its head was prominent. That ridge was prime for hitting ALL my buttons. Turns out he was quite big, and I was quite excited, to say the least. It had been awhile since I had a chance to handle a cock of that stature, and I was ready.

I looked down and saw my hand already wrapped around it. Shit that was fast. Haha I guess I was ready, and fuck so was he. His meaty dick in my hand felt like grabbing a handrail on a staircase. My juices were flowing like the Fraser River. And I was equally as wet.

I leaned on his cock and lowered myself down slowly. I had both my hands wrapped around his massive member, and was looking down at it. I worked up some saliva and slowly dribbled it over the head of his throbbing cock. I slowly licked around it, wrapped my lips around the tip, kissing and giving it a quick slurp. I then started to lower my face onto it. His raging wood was pushing against the roof of my mouth as I was taking him deeper, and I hit my gag reflex. I quickly jerked my head back up, and then slowly lowered it back down, opening my throat as I went this time, allowing his swollen cock enter further down my hatch. I started sucking my cheeks in and vacuuming his meat, before proceeding to bob, up and down, jerking him off with my mouth.

He grabbed my hair and started thrusting his hips at my face. I was slurping with every thrust, working hard to keep the suction as I deep throated his nine inch cock.

I grabbed his balls and could feel his orgasm building. I was not going to let this end before I had his hard dick inside me, so decided to slow my blow.

I stood up and kissed Travis on the lips. My own lips were plumped up from the blowie, and I could taste his precum. I shoved my tongue in between his lips and grabbed his hard cock. I was ready to get fucked.

I turned around and stepped away from him. I undid and wiggled my ass out of my skirt. I was wearing my black thong and my round, sumptuous ass shone as the moonlight came in through the window. I turned to look back over my shoulder and have one last look at what I was about to get fucked by.

Then I turned back to brace myself for the fucking I was about to receive.

I leaned over the desk onto my hands and reached back for a solid grip as Travis stepped towards me. My aching hole was drenched, and I was relaxed and ready to take this fucking. I led his cock towards my entrance, and pushed back, smearing my juices onto his head, and rubbing his meat up and down on my slit to lube it up. I placed his fuck stick at the optimal angle for a deep plunge, and dropped my pussy like it’s hot, down onto his cock. I had taken the entire nine inches in one fell swoop. I wiggled my hips back and forth as I wedged him deeper inside, before leaning forward onto my elbows, giving Travis the silent signal to start hammering me.

I braced myself as he pulled his hips backward for his first thrust. I waited in suspense for his first thrust, and he let me have it. My body shook on impact. His thrust took my breath away. I let out a squeal, and I could feel my orgasm deep inside me ready to explode. His cock was so hard and I could feel him throbbing. His nine inches felt like twelve. I bounced away from his thrust, and quickly pushed my ass back towards him, trying to start an ass-slapping rhythm. I knew that if I could get some good motion going before he came, I could get myself to a full body orgasm, and maybe even squirt if I was lucky.

Well turns out I was lucky.

This man could fuck. And I was getting hammered. He was thrusting his massive rod into me repeatedly with force. My first orgasm hit me like a tazer gun. My entire body quivered. I could feel the buildup moving from my face, down through my tits, into my entire vulva, culminating inside my love canal and setting off a series of eruptions inside me. With every thrust there was a spray of cum, painting my office with sluttiness. My blowhole was mimicking a killer whale coming up for air. Over the next 5 minutes I was treated to a repeated mind-fucking experience of cumming. During my third and last orgasm, I squeezed my fuck muscles as tight so I could to try and jerk his cock even harder, and started to feel his pre-cumming buildup. I could tell he was ready, so I pushed him back off me and dropped to my knees.

I looked up at him and said ‘cum on my face. I’m feeling like a dirty slut, and it would really complete my night if you would blow your load on my face and tits.’

I sucked his cock and cradled his balls, I worked the head of his penis with my lips, and stroked his shaft. He was ready to erupt, so I pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jerking him rapidly. His prick began to twitch and his first spurt caught me in the eye. I closed it and opened my mouth to try and catch some of it. He then pulled away and managed another good spurt of jizz on my tits. He leaned in rubbed his softening cock into the mess he’d just made.

I was spent. And feeling dirty. And slutty. And really good about myself.

I was able to take control of my needs, my wants, and my desires. And sometimes, I need to be able to understand my own perspective, before I can expect anyone to see from it.

And maybe I just need a good fucking from big hard cock.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qy0w61/consider_my_perspective_cheat_mfmarried