My first time wife stealing.

Look, we all know how it happens. Flirting. Failed restraint. Growing closer. Compromising situation. The decision. Sex.

I started cheating online, then moved onto real life partners… I’ve been at this a while, and every one followed more or less that pattern. So …

I’m going to skip the boring details. The flirting, the courtship/manipulation and move onto the highlights only. Just know it usually happens slowly over time.

Also know, that it isn’t just married pussy that I’m addicted to, it’s knowing I’ve beaten her husband. It’s knowing I’ve taken from him the one thing he thought he’d monopolized.

I love when I can look him in the eyes and know exactly the same things he does about his wife’s body, as well as her hopes, expectations, and dreams… But mostly what the inside of her vagina feels like.

Enter Aubrey and Clyde.

Aubrey was a tough nut to crack, though it wasn’t my intention to begin with.

She’s short, 5’2″ to my 6’3″. Thin, but not skeletal. She has shoulder length brown hair, and pale skin rivaling my ginger tone.

It didn’t seem to matter what she was wearing. No matter how thick the material, or how many layers, you could always see her nipples. She wasn’t huge, A, maybe a B cup, but my god did she have wonderful nipples.

Erect, hard, and always sticking straight out, the kind you can’t help but suckle like a newborn babe.

And let’s not forget how wet she gets. It is still to this day, the most female bodily fluids I’ve ever witnessed coating the sheets, and the taste was glorious to boot.

Clyde is a dentist, or, was attempting to become one at the time I fucked his wife.

Condescending is an insult to condescending men when describing him.

He refused to help with house work, kids, bills, or anything he deemed lower than his station.

He is tall like me, but his head is waaay too big for his body.

I remember Aubrey’s father passed away, and he tried to stop her from flying home for it because, “he’d be lonely.”
He hated lingerie, or any sexual advances.

They would have sex 1 time a month on a day of his choosing.

Oh, and he hated me. Hated that I love to cook, which always gave me and Aubrey something to talk about.

I kissed her for the first time on her couch during the day, when Clyde was taking his dental final. (Practical).

I remember our daughters were playing in the basement. It was one of those, “talk really quite so the other person has to get closer,” maneuvers.

Fuck…I can still feel those lips. So soft, so red, even without lipstick.

It was a modest kiss at first, and lasted only until one of the kids shouted. We pulled apart, listened to make sure nobody was hurt. She started to protest, (I think), but I just pulled her face back onto mine and really started kissing.

We made out like giddy teenagers for a good 10 minutes, both of us 1st time cheaters, not sure how far to push things.

Clyde failed his first practical. He made sure to take his frustrations out on Aubrey, which was good for me, because after our kiss, she’d ignored me for a good 2 weeks.

Apparently he’d been such a dick to her, that it pushed her over a moral edge. Why do I think that?

Because the next time we got physical was in the coat closet at church. I’d got up from the main chapel with my wife and daughters coats to hang them up.

She must have followed me, because after hanging them, I turned, and she was right behind me. She gave me a tight hug, pulled back, checked the hallway, then pulled me down into a kiss.

It was short, but passionate. It was also the first time I felt her amazing chest. She had on a thin button up, tucked into a black cotton skirt.

I pinched her nubs, fondled her breasts, and smiled as she gave herself to me.

We pulled away at the sound of footsteps, but it was only an elderly man heading for the restrooms. She told me about Clyde and his behavior over the last few weeks. She even teared up a little, which made me go even harder.

Checking the hall one last time, I pressed her up against the wall, kissed her deeply, and let one hand slip between buttons on her shirt.

She grabbed my wrist as if to stop me, but there was no effort, so I kept going.

The feeling of another woman’s bare breasts on my hands was incredible. I tugged her nipple, and for the first time, heard another man’s wife moan for me.

Another month passed without much to report. Clyde invited me golfing, which was glorious because:
A: I beat him
B: I’d groped his wife.

And fuck was he a conceited ass.

He invited me to a rematch, but this time he was bringing half a dozen class mates on a trip to the barrier islands in NC.

I declined, and later came to find out he was going over Aubrey’s birthday. My wife was already gone with my daughter to her mother’s, so… It was up to me to give her the best birthday ever.

Spoiler… I didn’t fuck my poor sweet Aubrey on her birthday. I made her her favorite cake, put on princess bride, and let her vent to me for hours. (I’d promised no funny business).

It was 2 days after that…the day Clyde was due to return, but decided to stay the weekend instead.

We flirted and talked about sex on Saturday, and on Sunday she touch my cock for the first time.

I drive her and the kids to church. On the way home, she raised the center console, and, as if reaching over for a handful of peanut M&Ms, grabbed my dick.

She traced the outline, squeezed my shaft, and bit her bottom lip.

Within seconds of getting her home, the kids were in the playroom in the basement, the gate up, and us kissing and touching each other in a frenzy.

She stroked my cock through my church pants, while I freed her boobs. She wore a white knit button up, though the collar was a pullover turtle neck. (Which I didn’t know).

This confusion led to her bare breasts hanging out between two flaps of wool like a bashful actress hiding behind the stage curtains.

I didn’t care. I sucked those married nipples like a man dying of thirst. I sucked and I sucked till they were bright red and she couldn’t take it anymore.

Not wanting her to get second thoughts, I freed my penis and wrapped her tiny fingers around it.

Clyde must have been a fucking prude, because she didn’t know what to do with it.

I talked her through it. Told her what made me feel good, complimented her on her dick handling skills. I had to kiss her in order to get her to let me finger her married cunt.

I finger fucked her while she masturbated me. It was at this point that I became obsessed with cheating. I found that every time the metal on my ring rubbed the bottom of her clit she jumped she moaned.

She’d told me the day before Clyde had never gone down on her. She didn’t even know it was a thing.

She’d already soaked the couch cushions by the time I started licking her. I sucked her pussy lips while tounging her hole and rolling my ring over her love nub.

Fuck, the way she moaned for me.

I pressed my ring over her clit, framing it, then, looking her straight in the eyes, began bathing it with my tongue.

Her first orgasm was quite intense. I checked on the kids, then led her up the stairs to her room. I locked the door, and by the time I’d turned back around, Aubrey was on her side of the bed, legs spread wide and shaking.

I don’t know why I did what I did next. In hindsight, it was stupid and could have cost me my first extra marital intercourse, but I’m so glad I did.

I walked right passed her, much to her confusion. I stripped, opened Clyde’s closet, and chose the first thing I could grab.

It was an old brown church suit. I didn’t bother with the white shirt. I just pulled on the pants and jacket, crossed to the bed, pulled her by the feet to his side of the bed, then mounted her.

It could have been the familiarity, the taboo nature, but whatever it was, she was certainly into it.

She inhaled, gripped Clyde’s pants, and slid them down half way down my legs.

It was magical. There, in another man’s cave… His abode, his sanctuary, I was claiming his most precious prize.

I glanced to the side, to the wedding photo, then back down to his wife, naked and spread open to me. Revealing herself, exposing herself to another man.

“Guide me in,” I told her. Her legs came up, cute little heels digging into my glutes. One by one, pretty, pink-painted nails wrapped around my shaft.

She rubbed me up and down her length, as if she needed the lubrication.

I’ll never forget the sounds she made as I invaded her body.

Fucking her pussy was heaven, don’t get me wrong, and surely I would have came in her no matter what, but it wasn’t the sex that pushed me over the edge.

No. It was staring at the fallen angel writhing, impaled on another man’s cock that got me. The way she struggled to take my manhood, struggled with her fears, her guilt, her reluctance, then watching it vanish in a wave of passion and lust.

Oh, I was on top. I was drilling that married slit for all I was worth, but SHE was doing the fucking. She fucked her life away on my penis, fucked away her worries, stress, and neglect, all up and down my cheating shaft.

She came first. I could tell she already had regret. That look everyone gets when they fuck up. It only got me harder.

She covered her face in shame. I didn’t stop.

Her hands moved down to her clit, revealing red, teary eyes.

I almost lost it right then and there. Even vexed with grief and guilt, the sensations overpowered her. Aubrey rubbed her button, bucked her hips like a wild animal, then her eyes went wide.

She screamed loud enough for the kids to hear. Pushed over the edge, I exploded, dumping stream after stream of married cum into her taken cunt.

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