“Good night hun, I love you” I said sleepily.
“I love you too, babe. Sleep well and see you tomorrow” he replied.
I pressed end call and flopped back on my hotel bed, a feeling of intense excitement and anticipation coursing through my body, because I wasn’t going to bed. I was about to head out to meet another man. For the first time ever, I was going to be unfaithful to my husband.
David and I had been together for seven years and married for just over three. We had met at university when we were both just eighteen and started a relationship almost straight away. I felt that we still had a strong relationship overall and I don’t think either of us could imagine life without each other, but our sex life was desperately lacking. I had never been with anyone else before David and I think he had fetishized this about me. He only ever seemed to want to think of me as pure and innocent whereas I needed to be appreciated as the beautiful and sexual woman that I felt I was. Before too long this led to me becoming bored with sex. Even before our wedding I had started to lose interest and, although he would try to initiate sex at least a few times a week, we rarely did it more than once a month.
I opened up to my mother about this shortly before the wedding. I had expected her to encourage me to accept things as they were and be a good wife but to my surprise she seemed concerned and explained how important it is for a woman to be sexually fulfilled in a relationship. She shared with me that my own aunt had an open relationship with her husband and that he would regularly allow her to have sex with other men. She also told me that women like my aunt often wear an ankle bracelet on their right ankle to discreetly indicate to other men that they are sexually available even though they are in a relationship. My mother encouraged me to bring this up with David but I knew there was no point. He was well aware that I was unsatisfied with our sex life but I knew his puritanical view of me meant that the idea of allowing another man to have sex with me, and the idea of me wanting it, would be utterly unthinkable to him. However, the fantasy of fulfilling my needs by having sex with another man began to blossom inside me. I started to fantasise about secretly meeting a stranger and letting him do things to me that I knew David would never do. I got especially aroused by the idea of another man cumming inside me, not because I wanted to get pregnant, but because I felt that this would be the strongest symbol of a man’s desire for me and that committing such an intimate act with another man would be the greatest violation of David’s puritanical view of me that I resented to much.
I knew there were men in my life who would have sex with me if I let them but they were all men that had a connection with me or David and I would never be able to be sure that he would not find out. There being any risk of being caught made my stomach turn and ruined the fantasy for me. What turned me on was the idea of having a naughty and satisfying sex life that I kept completely secret. However, this never seemed like something I would ever be able to do in real life so for years I believed it would always remain a fantasy.
Then along came Devon. I had met him a few days earlier on a week-long work placement half way across the country. He was around ten years older than me and tall, well dressed, good looking and confident, but with more than a hint of arrogance and egotism. I knew he was exactly the kind of man that David hated but I admired his maturity and self-assuredness and was immediately attracted to him.
From chatting with him I learned that he came from the opposite side of the country, worked in an entirely different field to me and had absolutely no connection to my life back home. He never mentioned a wife or girlfriend and I picked up from some discreet flirting that he was attracted to me too even though he could see from my wedding ring that I was married. The previous night Devon and I ended up kissing but didn’t have an opportunity to take things further. However, tonight would be our last together and during the day we quietly arranged to meet in Devon’s hotel room that evening after dinner. I hadn’t given Devon my number or email address, or even told him my real last name. I needed to be completely confident that there would be no connection with him after tonight.
Whenever I was away from home, David and I would call each other just before our usual bed time, but tonight I wanted as much time as possible with Devon without being interrupted. I messaged David to ask to have our nightly call a few hours early. I told him I wanted to get an early night to catch the first flight back and see him sooner the next day. It was difficult for him but he managed to shuffle things around at work so he could be available in time. What a thrill to know that my husband was unknowingly going to such trouble just to give me and Devon more time together! After less time than usual on the call I pretended to be getting tired and ended it, eager to start getting ready.
After having a shower I started to get dressed in the new lingerie that I had rushed out to buy for Devon that lunch time. The first thing I took out were a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings trimmed with black lace. I sat on my bed as I pulled them on one by one along my smooth legs, carefully positioning the tacky lace a round the very top of my thighs and then and running my hands over them to smooth out the fabric. Next I opened an expensive bra and pantie set. I took the panties out first, feeling the light and delicate fabric on my fingertips, and carefully pulled them on over my stockings, positioning them around my hips. I then took the bra and fastened it around my body, feeling the soft fabric tighten around my chest, the padded cups pushing my breasts together to give me a satisfying cleavage. The bra was tight and uncomfortable but tonight pleasing Devon was more important to me than comfort.
I stood in front of my full length mirror to admire my body. I was genuinely pleased with the way I looked; slightly taller than average with a slim figure, long, dark, wavy hair and smooth, pale skin. I turned around in front of the mirror, posing with my legs in different positions, appreciating my thin waist and the curves of my ass, thighs and calves that I had spent so long developing on the cross country track and the badminton court. I imagined standing in front of Devon like this and observing his appreciation for my body, seeing his desire for me. It made me feel so feminine and sexy.
I put on a grey knee-length pencil skirt so my stockings would look like ordinary pantyhose to anyone seeing me outside, a pale blouse that showed off my cleavage, and a pair of plain black stiletto court shoes that I had bought along with my new lingerie. I applied a little makeup, arranged my hair, carefully checked myself front and back in the mirror, took one last look at my pill packet to reassure myself that I was up to date, and then headed out. I thought about taking off my wedding ring but it felt naughtier to leave it on as a silent witness to what I was about to do.
I quietly knocked on Devon’s door and immediately heard footsteps from the other side. A few moments later the door opened and without saying anything I quickly stepped in and closed the door behind me. Devon was dressed very smartly in a pale linen shirt, stone coloured chinos, brown leather shoes and a matching belt. He complemented me on how nicely I had dressed and offered me a glass of the wine that he had ordered up to the room. I sat on the edge of his large bed as he handed it to me, crossing my legs in the hope that my skirt would ride up a little to reveal the lace tops of my stockings. He took a glass for himself and stood over me. The conversation flowed easily as it always did with Devon but after around ten or fifteen minutes I could feel a tension starting to build. Neither of us had said anything out loud but we both knew exactly why I had dressed up and secretly come to his room, and we were both eager to get started.
I took my shoes off and headed into the bathroom to check on my make up and then to put my hair up as I always did before sex with my husband. When I was finished I looked at myself in the mirror and psyched myself up for what I was about to do. I still had doubts but I pushed them aside, my desire for sexual fulfilment taking over my mind. While I had been in the bathroom Devon had turned the light off so the only illumination was the dim glow from a corner lamp. He was stood just outside the bathroom door and almost as soon as I emerged he stepped forward, put his arms around me and kissed me. I began to kiss him back, tentatively at first, but then with a hungry passion as our desire for each other started to awaken.
After a few minutes he broke the kiss and, while maintaining eye contact with me, he guided me down onto my knees in front of him. I obediently started to unfasten his belt and trousers and pull them down together with his underwear. He was already starting to get hard and his cock sprang forward as I freed it from his underwear. As my hands were still occupied pulling down his trousers, I allowed his cock to brush against my nose and cheeks and breathed in deeply to take in his manly scent. I then carefully took his cock in my hand and ever so gently started to caress the tip with my mouth, taking in its salty and sweaty taste and feeling the soft and smooth skin on my lips and tongue. I was appreciating him with all my senses, the unfamiliar scent and taste of his cock, the sound of his appreciative moans, the sight of his handsome face looking down at me, and most of all sensation of his hardening cock in my mouth
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Before long Devon was fully erect. He was not much longer than David but much thicker and my jaw stretched as I struggled to fit it in. He put his hands on my head and started to take control, gently thrusting into my mouth as I struggled to accommodate him, my hands frantically grasping at his hips and ass to give myself the illusion of some control. Eventually he put both hands on the back of my head and forced his cock to the back of my throat and held it there. I managed to control my gag reflex for a second before it overwhelmed me and I had to twist my head away, wiping a huge ribbon of saliva from between my mouth and his cock. He looked down at me with an amused smile.
“You must be uncomfortable down there,” he said.
He was right. I had been so focused on pleasuring him that I hadn’t realised that my knees were starting to hurt as the only thing between them and the rough hotel carpet was the thin material of my stockings.
“shall we move to the bed?” he said, gesturing behind me.
I didn’t say anything and just stood back up, unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor, and pulled my blouse over my head to reveal my body dressed only in the stockings and lingerie set that I had bought for him earlier. He just stood there and looked at me for a moment, his wide-open mouth gradually turning into an excited smile and his eyes going from wide open in surprise to serious and hungry with lust.
“I’m feeling a little underdressed over here” I said.
I slowly backed away from him and fell back onto the bed as he began undressing himself. Once he was completely naked he followed me to the bed and lay down on top of me, our lips immediately locking in a hard and passionate kiss as one of his hands gripped the hair at the back of my head and the other ran along my thigh and reached under me to grasp my ass, his hard cock rubbing against my panties, pushing and probing at my pussy through the soft fabric.
After a short while he moved down my body, kissing my neck and chest, pulling the cups of my bra down and sucking on my erect nipples and then, as he reached my tummy, he hooked his fingers around my panties and slowly pulled them from around my hips and down my legs as he looked into my eyes with wicked intensity. He was kneeling on the floor now, his arms reaching around my thighs and resting on my tummy, his thumbs positioned on either side of my pussy and gently pulling my labia apart to expose my clit. He started slowly at first, his tongue teasing my pussy and licking up and down my slit before starting to tease and caress my clit and then locking his lips around it and rhythmically but ever so gently sucking. I almost immediately lost control of my body. I had never been touched like this and my body spasmed at the unfamiliar sensation. I was in a world of pleasure.
“Come on” I said in a desperate and quivering voice after only a minute or so, “I want you inside me. I need you”.
He stood up and wiped his mouth. I could see his magnificent cock again as he stood, still fully erect and shining with my saliva in the dim light. I sat up to unfasten my bra and threw it off the bed and then shuffled back to make space for him to get on top of me. I was dressed only in my stockings now, my body completely exposed to him. Once I was in position I brought my knees up to my chest to present my glistening pussy to him. I was so vulnerable and yet entirely at ease, feeling only the anticipation for what we were about to do.
Devon climbed back on the bed and lay down on top of me again, my arms and legs wrapped around his naked body, his weight pressing me into the bed. He propped himself up with his elbows on either side of my head, his face just inches from mine, making me feel safe in his embrace, like we were the only two people in the world. He gently started kissing me again. I could taste my pussy on his mouth and feel his hard and hot cock pressed against me. It was finally about to happen. I reached down and took his cock gently in my hand, guiding the tip up and down along my slit and to my entrance, leaving the rest up to him.
“Please be gentle,” I said to him softly, “I think I’ll be quite tight.”
He nodded slightly and continued to kiss me, and then slowly and gently started to push. I felt some pressure and then a sudden slip and let out a little gasp as the bulging tip of his penis overcame the tightness of my pussy and entered me. I continued to lay there, totally surrendering to him as I felt his bare cock pass deeper into my body with each slow and gentle thrust. I squirmed and grasped at his body, making desperate and pleading “mmpf” or “uhh” sounds each time he pushed and I felt my insides stretch a little more to accommodate him. The thrill of feeling a man other than my husband inside me for the very first time after feeling so trapped in a world in which the only man I would ever be with was David was beyond description.
When he was all the way inside me, he stopped and held himself there, looking into my eyes.
“are you alright?” he said.
I looked up at him, not confident that I would be able to speak, still getting used to the unfamiliar sensation of his size inside me. I nodded at him and made a little noise that I hoped was a recognisable “uh huh”. This was one of the most intense moments of my life, nose-to-nose with this magnificent man who had been a complete stranger only a few days ago, us staring into each other’s eyes, feeling each other’s breaths on our lips, each other’s heartbeats and the rise and fall of each other’s chests, but most of all us sharing this most forbidden pleasure of his bare cock fully inside me, filling me up and touching me in places that I knew David thought only he would ever touch me. Before he moved again, he kissed me long and deep and I let his tongue explore my mouth and gently tussle with the tip of my tongue. I found myself sucking slightly on his mouth, wanting even to take his saliva into my body.
While we were still locked in this kiss, he started moving his hips again, just slightly at first and then over the next few minutes he starting to withdraw further and thrust back into me in longer and longer strokes. I put my arms around his broad shoulders and wrapped my legs around him tighter, my toes pointed and my heels resting on him at the bottom of his back. I started to move my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, feel the sensation of this man using his brute strength to take my body for his pleasure, his excited grunts as he thrust into me proof of his appreciation for me. I started to say his name with each thrust, enjoying the extra sense of intimacy and connection that this gave to me.
Then suddenly I the found myself thinking of David alone at home and no doubt convinced that I was sleeping alone in the bed that currently lay cold and empty in my room. I was electrified by the thought of him being there at this very moment, completely oblivious as I was here secretly making love to another man, our hot and sweaty bodies writhing together as we kissed intensely and passionately, me surrendering to him completely and him vigorously taking me, grunting and thrusting his bare cock hard and deep, stretching and filling me, and making me feel things that I had never felt before. David would barely even recognise me; I was a different person at this moment.
I was allowing Devon to turn my purity and innocence that I knew was so important to David into a lie. I knew that me allowing someone like Devon, a man I knew David would hate, to take these things from him was the worst possible betrayal and violation of trust between us, but instead of feeling guilt I just felt exhilaration.
After a few more minutes I could feel Devon’s body start to tense and the rhythm of his thrusts getting faster. He looked down at me and asked me where I wanted it and I said passionately that I wanted it inside me. He stopped for a moment.
“I don’t think I would be comfortable with that” he said.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, sweaty and breathless. I told him that I was on birth control and that he didn’t need to worry about getting me pregnant, but this didn’t seem to be enough for him. This was clearly not the time for rationality. I changed my approach and told him that what I really wanted was to be a naughty girl while I was away from home.
“Don’t you want to make me your naughty little slut?” I said.
Those words felt strange coming out of my mouth. I don’t think I had ever referred to myself as a slut out loud before. This seemed to make whatever doubts he had been having disappear though and he carried on taking me just as enthusiastically as before. I could still sense his orgasm approaching and I started to grasp for some part of his body to hold onto. I could barely hold onto my excitement as years of fantasies were about to be fulfilled. I was about to finally give in to the animalistic urge to make a man other than my husband cum and to take his seed inside me, for him to claim my body and for me to surrender it to him just for one night, but most of all for me to fight back against the idea of David’s that I resented so much that him being my only ever sexual partner was somehow meaningful.
Devon gave one last thrust, pushing his cock hard and deep inside me and holding it there, letting out a long and satisfied moan. I began to feel the strong contractions of his penis as he started to inseminate me and I completely lost control. There was a sudden rush of pleasure like a series of crashing waves emanating from my loins and travelling down through my legs and up into my chest. I didn’t know what I was doing, whether I was completely silent or screaming with ecstasy, I was simply in a universe of pleasure.
The next thing I remember, Devon was lying exhausted on top of me, both of us sweaty and panting. He propped himself up on his elbows and we smiled at each other. I enjoyed the intimacy of us looking into each other’s eyes in the dim light after what we had just done. Eventually, as Devon started to soften, he slipped out of me and a trickle of his cum came out and ran down onto the bed. Devon rolled off me and we lay next to each other, caressing each other’s bodies and talking to each other about I don’t even remember what.
In a lull in the conversation around fifteen minutes later I took his penis in my mouth again, tasting the combination of myself and his semen on him. I gently started to suck as I felt him expand in my mouth and he gave me his gasps and moans of encouragement. When he was hard enough, I straddled him and carefully guided him into me again as I slowly lowering myself down onto him. I sat up straight, leaning my head back and putting my arms up behind my head, freeing my mass of curly hair and playing with it as I bounced up and down on his cock. I enjoying watching him admiring my body as we had sex, feeling his hands play with my breasts and nipples and grasp my hips. I leaned forward, putting my hands on either side of his body and looking deep into his eyes as my hair spilled down over my head and moved in waves as I bounced back and forth vigorously. At times he took control, grabbing hold of my hips and bucking underneath me, making me feel his strength, and then I would take control, grinding down on him hard and feeling the tip of his cock touching me deep inside.
As he was about to cum again, I ground my hips down onto him as hard as I could, taking him as deep into me as possible. He gripped my hips hard with both hands and looked up at me. I felt every contraction of his orgasm this time, filling me from deep within. As I could feel him cum, I looked down at this strong and self-assured man as he spasmed and gasped out of control, finally feeling the sense of validation that I craved. This is the power of my body! This is what I am capable of doing to a man! I felt like a wicked sex goddess and it felt amazing!
Afterwards I curled up next to him, my head on his chest listening to his heart beat gradually slow down, his arm around me, caressing my back and playing with my hair. It was remarkable the sense of peace and tranquility that I felt now after spending the last hour having vigorous and passionate sex. I felt such a deep sense of emotional connection with him after sharing such an intensely intimate experience, us giving each other so much pleasure and me accepting his semen into my body and knowing that I would still be carrying this part of him around inside me after I left. Eventually, exhausted and completely satisfied, I fell asleep.
I awoke gradually as the first signs of daylight hit the closed curtains of Devon’s room. I reluctantly lifted my head from his chest and looked over at the clock. It was almost 6am! I sat up with a start.
“Oh my god, I need to go!” I said.
I jumped out of bed, quickly pulled on my skirt and blouse, and picked up my shoes and my bra and panties still on the floor where Devon and I had thrown them in our passion last night. Devon stayed in the bed barely even awake and I leant over to kiss him one last time, regretting that I could not take more time to say goodbye after feeling so close to him. I closed the door to his room behind me quietly as I left and crept back along the corridor to my room, still holding my shoes and underwear and with Devon’s cum starting to come out of me and running down the inside of my thighs. I was terrified of someone from the placement already being up and seeing me like this, and perhaps even expecting me to stop and chat with them.
A wave of relief passed over me as I got back to my room without a sole seeing me and closed the door behind me. I dropped my things on the floor, climbed onto my bed and suddenly and unexpectedly burst into tears. It was not because I felt any shame or guilt about what I had done. I was just overcome with emotion. I has a deep feeling that things had changed forever. Now the dam that was holding back all of my repressed desires had burst I knew I would never be the same again. The old me had gone forever and I was saying a sorrowful goodbye to her.
Once I had pulled myself together I went to the bathroom to get undressed, peeling off my stockings that were slightly stuck to my inner thigh by the partly dried mixture of Devon’s semen and my wetness that had escaped from me during the night. I threw them straight in the trash, not wanting to risk taking them home. I showered thoroughly, washing my hair and taking the time to scrub every inch of myself, not wanting any trace of what I had done to remain on my body (at least not on the outside). I then quickly dried my hair, got dressed, packed my things ready to check out of the hotel and head to the airport to catch the early flight.
I packed my new bra and panties, thinking of wearing them for David at some point. They had not stayed on for long so I didn’t think there would be any need to wash them first and the excitement of wearing lingerie for my husband that I had bought to pleasure another man and had already worn when making love to him would be even greater knowing that there would still be a trace of him on them. It would still be some time before I could sample that delightful naughtiness though. Although I was satisfied that Devon was clean, I still wanted to get an STI check in a few weeks to remove any doubt from my mind before having sex with David again.
As I approached home early that afternoon, I had a knot in my stomach. Although I knew that there was no way my husband could have known what I had done the night before, I still could not shake the fear that he would still somehow be able to tell. However, when he opened the door to me and I saw his unrestrained happiness at seeing me, my heart just melted and I felt a burst of relief and happiness. I knew at that moment as much as any other that I loved him and couldn’t imagine my life without him, and that I may just have found a way to deal with my dissatisfaction and my resentment for him.
A few days later I went out and bought a slim silver chain ankle bracelet and fastened it around my right ankle. When I got home, I showed it off to David and said to him that I thought it really suited me and that I hoped he liked it. He had absolutely no idea what it meant to me but I was bursting with excitement at being able to flaunt this symbol of my unfaithfulness to him every day, a constant reminder of the new me hidden inside. The next time we visited my parents, my mother noticed my ankle bracelet. She gave me a look and gestured towards it and I nodded with acknowledgement as David was distracted speaking to my father. She then discreetly gestured to David as if to ask whether it was with his consent, and I smiled again and shook my head. Her eyes widened slightly and then she gave me a knowing and understanding smile before joining the conversation between my husband and father. She never acknowledged it again. The whole exchange lasted only a few seconds and was completely wordless, yet in that moment the most intimate of secrets was shared between a mother and a daughter, all with David sitting right beside me.
*This is a rewrite of a story that I posted last week. I think this is much better and I hope at least some of you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback and comments are much appreciated.*
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