The day I finally became a cheater [FM]

So I had gotten married too young (at age 22), and my bride and I had waited until marriage to have sex…and it was a total disaster. It just didn’t work… blah blah blah…look, I tried.

But after three years of being married and still not getting any I was getting desperate. Beyond it, really. So I started going back to my old hobby of cybersex as some relief. Having done it since i was way to young to be doing it, I was also way too good at it – phone sex, too. But then, that wasn’t enough, my wife wasn’t doing anything the doctors told her…so i created a new account on the chatroom advertising my intentions. I wanted something on the side. And, for the most part, I got treated to a lot of pie. But eventually found one person who didn’t blow me off. Weirdly, her chat profile featured a bible verse, but something just told me…

Sure enough we began chatting. After dropping a few hints that she quickly picked up on we advanced to a round of phone sex, where i remember leaving her absolutely breathless. Of course that escalated, but now, if we wanted to meet, we needed a place. Neither one of us wanted a hotel on our credit cards. Then she suggested a place she used to work at that had an usual parking lot, with one section kind of isolated and on a hill, so you could see anyone coming.

Was I really going to do this?

I remember not feeling fully in control of my own body as I drove out there. I was some fifteen minutes early. It was like I was in a trance. I knew I was making a mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. Some twenty minutes later I saw another car enter the lot and wind its way back where I was. She pulled up next to me, and leaped out of her car, slamming her door into mine (dammit!) and without a word jumping up and kissing me. I kissed back almost out of courtesy alone. She pulled me into her car, and I sat in the passenger seat.

She was about 5’6″ and thick, short spiky hair, and small breasts. But a sensational kisser. once in the car, she kissed me again, and I felt her hand on my khakis, and she started to unbuckle my belt. After finally working my trousers open and off she reached in and pulled out my throbbing erection. “look what I found” she breathed. Without another word her head went down into my lap and I finally felt the first set of lips ever sliding down my shaft. She was good, too. Really good. In what must have been seconds I was bursting in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. As the orgasm subsided, guilt crashed over me. I could barely breathe, and she was incredibly sweet. “I just like doing this for you. It’s okay. Go home.” I nodded and went.

My guilt lasted less than a week before we spoke again. I rationalized my guilt by saying I was unfair, and I wanted to return the favor at least. (And giving oral was something I was VERY experienced in, even if receiving wasn’t.) OF course, she agreed in a flash, and we met again at the parking lot at night, this time in the back seat of my car. After more making out (damn she was good) i worked her scrubs and underwear off her hips and we managed to find a place with my face between her legs. She was light and sweet to the taste, and I was enjoying every second. She pulled my head up. “I want to feel you inside me.” Crap. I didn’t want to go that far.

“Would you mind getting me hard?” I asked, thinking I could probably blow in her mouth again and be done. She agreed in a flash and the positions quickly shifted and my pants were off my hips and my cock in her mouth again. Sure enough, in seconds I was hard, and she was lustily sucking away. She then stopped, and looked up at me and smile, and at back where she was, legs spread. Again, it was like my body moved in spite of my mind. I knelt between her legs and guided myself in. FINALLY…finally…I was inside a woman. And it wasn’t my wife. It took only seconds before i was coming inside her. I knew she had an IUD, but shit…I didn’t think of that. Again the guilt crashed over me, and again she was sweet and supportive as she got dressed and went to the gym before home.

Later she wrote me the story of how she masturbated out of gym some so “both of our cum was down there together.”

But I was now an confirmed adulterer.

My marriage wouldn’t last much longer, and she and I kept finding ways to collide, and have one more time, each better than before as I gained experienced, until her taste for chaos caught up to her. My life has changed now, but I have never lost my taste for playing with things that aren’t mine.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7nren8/the_day_i_finally_became_a_cheater_fm