[MF] The first time I cheated

Names, etc obviously changed.

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Background

I got married in my mid-20s and things were going great. However, pretty early on in the marriage my wife started losing her sex drive. We went to couples counseling, doctors, etc but nothing seemed to work. We still had a great relationship in every other sense, but the sexual spark was gone. We would maybe have sex once or twice a year at that point.

Enter Selena. A couple years younger than me, Mexican father and Korean mother, tight body, bubble ass, perky tits, tan skin, and an amazing smile. Absolutely stunning. When I was in college in Orlando (before I was married, still single) she visited over spring break to see her family, and I wound up originally meeting her because a college buddy of mine was friends with her from high school. He invited her to a house party he was throwing, and we immediately clicked. I’m a decent looking guy (6’0″, thin, know how to dress) but she was completely out of my league. And yet she was clearly into me from the beginning, for whatever reason.

Partway through the party someone said that a beer run was needed, so I took my chance. I looked over at Selena and said, “Want to grab the beers with me?” and she enthusiastically said yes. My friend’s place was just a couple of blocks from a liquor store, and my apartment was on the way. When we passed it I said “Hey, I’m out of cigarettes and this is my place. Mind if I stop in and grab a pack?” (Very smooth, I know). It was pretty clear what I was suggesting, and she was happy to join me.

We get up to my place, I grab my cigarettes, and then just look at her. She looks at me. The sexual tension was palpable. I took her hand and drew her close to me. Her other arm wrapped around me, and we kissed. But then she pulled back. “Wait,” she said, “I can’t.” I completely deflated–figuratively and literally. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to presume…” I started. She cut me off. “No, no, I do want to. But I’ve been talking to this guy. We’re not together or anything, but I just feel like I shouldn’t. It sucks, I’m sorry.” I was obviously incredibly disappointed, but told her I understood and that I still wanted to hang out while she was in town. She lit up and agreed. We got the beer, went back to the party, and hung out a couple more times before she left.

A week after she was gone I got a text from her. “So things didn’t work out with the other guy. I knew we should have fucked that night.” I texted her back something like “Well you’re coming back to Orlando for the summer, right? We can make up for that mistake then.” We kept in touch, but, as fate would have it, the very next week I met the woman who would become my wife. I connected with her in a way that had never happened before, and–even with the prospect of a sex-filled summer with Selena–we started dating. I told Selena that I met someone, and she was obviously disappointed but still happy for me.

Fast forward a few years. I’m still in Orlando, Selena has graduated, and she moved back to town. Even given our past we still like each other as people enough to want to remain friends and hang out. Everything was platonic–helped by the fact that we realized our personalities would not mesh well if we were in a relationship–but there was always that unfulfilled sexual desire in the background.

Fast forward another couple more years and I’m a parched man in a desert of marital celibacy. I still love my wife, and don’t want to leave her, but I’m more sexually unfulfilled than I’d been since I was a nerdy 14 year old kid. My wife travels a lot for work, and the thought began to cross my mind about finding what I was missing when she was gone. But I didn’t ever go through with it. Until…

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The Minor Good Stuff

My wife was out of town for the weekend. A friend of mine hit me up to see if I wanted to go to a bar, and–without anything else to do–I agreed. We texted a few other people, including Selena, and all went out for the night. What I didn’t realize was this “bar” was more club than bar, which was never really my scene. So there I am, a sexually frustrated married man in his late 20s, sitting at a booth with a couple of friends with pounding music blaring all around us.

As the night went on more of my friends got up to dance with their significant others or people they met at the club. Selena was out on the dance floor as well, and it was the first time I’d seen her dance. She minored in dance in college, and…whew. She really knew how to move her hips. Partway through the night she came over to me and yelled over the music “You look so sad over here! Come dance!” I told her I was a terrible dancer (true) and wasn’t really interested. “I’ll teach you!” she said as she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

At this point in the night everyone was pretty drunk, including Selena and I. And the club was so packed, dark, and crowded that we lost sight of the rest of our friends. It was just her and I on the dance floor. She began rocking her hips back and forth on me and I could feel myself getting hard. There’s no way she didn’t feel it too. I could smell the soft, floral fragrance of her hair as she wrapped my arms around her hips and I got lost in the movement of our bodies. I’m sure any onlooker would have just seen a beautiful rhythmic woman dancing up against an awkward scarecrow, but I was into it.

A few songs in she turned her head around to look up at me with her beautiful amber eyes. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and kisser her. She kissed me back, deeply, turned around, and we started making out in the middle of the dance floor. My hands moved across her tight body as she reached down and slid her hand down my pants. But then, in an instant, I regained my sense of self. “No, wait,” I said. “I can’t.” She looked at me and said she understood, and we went back to the bar before heading out an hour or so later.

The next day I texted her and said “Hey, I don’t want things to get awkward, but I’d like to talk about last night if that’s okay.” “No problem,” she replied. “I’m actually in your area. I can stop by if you want.” I said that would work, and 45 minutes later she was at my door. She comes in, I apologize, blame it on being drunk, and explain how my wife and I hadn’t been having sex anymore. She’s shocked (I hadn’t told anyone at that point, as I felt awkward and embarrassed about it). She asked questions, I answered the best I could, and that was that. Or so I thought.

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The Major Good Stuff

After talking for a bit Selena says that she should go. I agree and walk her to the door. I open it and she hugs me. The hug lingers…one beat…two beats…three. We moved past a goodbye hug to something more. I feel her stroke my back and I do the same to her. As we pull away from one another, our faces graze against each other and we pause. My heart was beating out of my chest and I turn to look at her. She does the same, brings her hand up behind my neck and kisses me. I have a moment of doubt, but can’t resist any longer. I kiss her back and slam the door closed.

I push her up against the wall and we continue to make out. Our hands are all over each other, and I move down and begin kissing her neck. “Yes…mmm god I need you” she moans. I slide my hand up her shirt, under her bra, and feel her supple tits. I can feel her unbuckling my pants, and she drops them and my boxers. She slips out of her flats and I pull her panties down (she was wearing a skirt). I turn her around, press her against the wall, and–nearly a decade after first kissing–thrust myself inside her.

She gasps and I can already feel her legs shaking. Mine are too, from pleasure, excitement, and relief. I push in and out, fucking her with long, deep thrusts, and she moans my name. I can feel her pussy dripping, all over my cock and onto the floor. As I have her pressed against the wall, I reach my hand around and start playing with her clit as I fuck her. She gasps again, sounds as if she wants to moan, but can’t. I feel her pussy tighten on my cock, her entire body shudders as she goes flush, and she struggles to stay upright.

“Oh my god…” she says as I stop, my cock still inside her, “I just came. Fuck.” She’s trembling. “I can’t keep going in this position.” “That’s okay,” I reply, “I have more in mind for you.” I turn her around again and we kiss. Her soft lips are cold and weak from the blood rush. She looks down. “Holy shit.” She grabs my cock, her small hand barely wrapping around it. “This is…huge.” (I am quite hung. A bit over 8 inches and thick). She begins to stroke my dick as she looks deeply into my eyes. “I think I owe you a thank you…” She slowly drops to her knees, keeping eye contact the entire time, and wraps her mouth around my long, thick cock. I moan as she works it, sucking, slurping, gagging as she tries to get it all the way down. She doesn’t, but she makes a valiant effort.

After a few minutes I pull my cock out of her mouth. “I want more than your mouth,” I say. “You can have more,” she whispers. “You can have anything you want.” I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. We strip off what clothes we have remaining and I toss her onto the bed. I get on top of her, kiss her again, and slide two fingers inside her. I curl them up and back, alternating, and her back arches in pleasure. “Oh my god, why are you so good at that?” she asks. I don’t answer, but just continue. I begin sucking on her perky, rigid tit as I take my other hand and start playing with her clit. “Fuck….I’m going to cum again…” she moans. Her body is squirming but I pin her down with my own as I keep fingering her. I feel her pussy expand, contract, and leak juices all over my hand as her body shudders. She moans something indecipherable and holds me tight, as if she feels she’s about to fall off the bed.

I slide my fingers out of her and let her catch her breath. I then spread her legs and put the tip of my cock right on the edge of her pussy, shifting it up and down along it. “Who do you belong to?” I ask. She looks up at me pleadingly. “You, Chris” she whispers back (Oh yeah, my name is “Chris”). “What will you do for my cock?” I ask. “Anything you want. I’m yours,” she replies. “That’s a good girl,” I say before pushing my cock all the way inside her. She gasps again, throws out a few “oh my gods,” and I fuck her hard. I fuck her with all our pent up sexual tension, all my pent up sexual desires, thrusting long and deep into her.

I then pull out, order her to turn around with her ass facing me, and she obeys. I penetrate her again from behind, slap her ass, grab her hips, and keep fucking her. She says something about how she’s cumming again, but I ignore it, fucking harder and faster. She’s moaning so loudly–borderline screaming at this point–begging me not to stop. We continue like this for several minutes until I’m completely out of energy. I collapse on the bed, dripping in sweat, and can feel her warm naked body against mine.

She looks over at me and says with a smile, “We really should have done this so long ago. I knew we’d have this kind of chemistry.” I smile back and joke, “Hey, you’re only getting me as an out of practice old man.” She laughs and says, “Well I guess I’ll have to pull my own weight then.” With that she gets on top of me, slides down on my cock slowly, and begins to ride me.

Now, I’ve never really been a fan of the cowgirl position. In the abstract it seems great, but in most cases I’ve found that the girl just slides back and forth horizontally, and it just doesn’t do much for me (to be fair, it seems like a physically exhausting position for the woman). But fuck. That dance background really came in handy. Selena moved and gyrated her hips as she bounced up and down on my cock, her tits shaking with each bounce. I reached up with a hand to touch her tits and she took my hands with her own, held them down on the bed over my head, and said “Uh-uh. It’s my turn now.” She kept my arms pinned above my head as she rode me, ass slapping against my thighs, pussy dripping all over me, and I was lost in erotic bliss.

After a bit I could feel her tiring and I needed to take control again. I pushed her hands up, grabbed her ass, and threw her down back on the bed while still inside her. I began fucking her in missionary again, this time taking both of her legs and throwing them over my shoulders. She shuddered again and gasped as I came down with even more powerful thrusts, over and over again.

I could feel it. “Selena, I’m going to cum.” She looked at me, eyes full of pure desire. “Please,” she begged, “cum inside me. It’s okay, I’m on the pill. I need to feel you cum in me.” That was all it took, and I came harder than I’ve ever cum in my life, spilling out into her as she held me and kissed me. Finally, I fell beside her, both our hot and sweaty bodies intertwined.

Silence for a minute. “Well that was something” she said. To be completely honest I felt a wave of guilt, but at the same time knew that if I had to do things over again I would still have made the same decision. “No kidding,” I said, “You completely drained me.” She looks down and a huge amount of cum is just leaking out of her. She laughs, “Looks like you really needed it.”

We cuddled and talked a bit longer before she said that she should go. “Well,” she said, “I don’t know how you feel, but I wouldn’t mind if this happened again.” I looked at her and replied, “I don’t see how this can’t happen again.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mnw3ok/mf_the_first_time_i_cheated