The ti[M]e I fucked another guy’s wi[F]e

First of all, a little information about me: I’m 28, white English, 6’1″ with short red hair and green eyes. I’m generally quite slim with broad shoulders but I have a little extra padding around the midriff :)

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It was the Halloween party – notorious for heavy drinking and doing things you’d later regret. I was working for a western company with branches in various eastern european countries. The party provided a wonderful opportunity to meet the local office girls and even the most socially retarded guy could be successful. Drunk foreign girls in revealing costumes? What’s not to like? It was Saturday night, I was in a devil costume and ready to make hell. I bounced from table to table, trying to be as extrovert as possible and checking out the possible talent. As the night wore on and the drinks began to flow, the dancefloor got busier and steamier. My target was Yulia – mid-30s, pale skin, long dark hair, and her tall, skinny frame was strangely alluring in her costume consisting of basque, stockings and fishnets. Hardly original of course, but it highlighted Julia’s long legs, which drove me crazy. Mostly importantly, she was wearing no ring. In a country where women commonly get married at 18, this was definitely a bonus.

When our eyes met and she gave me a coy smile, I knew I had a good chance. At first playing it cool, I then confidently moved through the throngs on the dancefloor until I reached Yulia and her friend Sara. ‘Hey ladies! Nice to meet you. I’m red_delight. You’re from accounting, right?’ I asked, or more accurately, shouted over the music. Sara was not impressed – her resting bitch face was now just a bitch face. Yulia was obviously more keen to talk. ‘Yes! We’ve seen you sometimes in the office. There are not many redhead guys here!’, she blurted. ‘Lucky me!’, I answered. By this time, the drink was having an effect and my game was not at maximum efficiency. Sara leaned in to Yulia and whispered into her ear but I couldn’t make out what she said. Whatever it was, it didn’t get a good response from Yulia. Again I couldn’t make out what was said but Yulia replied somewhat angrily. As their conversation continued, I started to dance awkwardly to myself. Thankfully, they finished soon after. ‘Sara is going to get us some drinks. Do you want anything?’, Yulia asked perkily. ‘No thanks, I’m good for now’, I replied smirking. As Sara made her way from the dancefloor, I took Yulia’s hand and we started to dance. After one song of dancing with no contact between us, I placed by hand on Yulia’s hip. Her eyes lit up and she responded by resting her hands behind my head. I didn’t need any more signs – this girl was interested. I placed my other hand on her ass and squeezed it slightly. Yulia giggled and moved closer to me, our bodies touching with every beat. Soon we were grinding, getting more intense, Yulia backing up on to me (she couldn’t have failed to notice my excitement). Things were getting heated and soon we were passionately kissing, both of us exploring each other’s bodies.

When the song ended, Sara was back on the scene. ‘Sorry red_delight, we’ve got to go now. Our taxi’s here’, Sara said nonchalantly. Yulia looked at me disappointed but Sara was already shepherding her away. I followed after them and, as they were getting their coats from the cloakroom, I made my move, saying ‘Hey Yulia, it was great meeting you tonight. Maybe we can meet again sometime?’. ‘That would be great! Let me give you my number’, she said as she rummaged in her bag for her phone. ‘Do you think that’s a good idea?’, said Sara pointedly. I was super confused at this point – why was Sara controlling everything Yulia did? There was obviously something going on but only I was the clueless one. Downhearted, Yulia said ‘Well, we’ll see each other at work, right? It was nice to meet you’. She waved at me as she left; the cold autumn wind hit me as I realised I’d been cockblocked.

‘Hi red_delight! It’s Yulia from last night!’. That was the message that confronted me when I opened Facebook the next day. I was dumbfounded; after the weirdness of the night before, I never expected to hear from her again, or at least not so soon. She wanted to meet me at Victory Park that evening, and then we’d go for a walk by the sea; she promised she would explain what had happened. Getting off the bus, I didn’t know what to expect, but I still had hope that there was a connection between us. After meeting and exchanging kisses on the cheek, we started walking slowly around the park. ‘Red_delight, there’s something I need to tell you’, she said nervously. ‘Okayyyy’, I replied with dread. ‘See, the thing is, I’m married’. My heart stopped; she carried on speaking but I didn’t hear a word. It was bad enough that I’d been led along but I didn’t want to deal with a jealous husband too. ‘…so if you want to go home now and never speak to me again, that’s okay’, I discerned finally. ‘No, it’s fine’, I said with fake enthusiasm. ‘Let’s carry on the walk then’, said Yulia, obviously happier after releasing her burden. As we walked along, I just wanted to go home and forget this ever happened, chalk it up as a bad experience and learn to be more discerning in future. Yulia continued to tell me her story: her husband had moved to Australia half a year before and was trying to make enough money to bring her out there too. Sara was a close friend of her husband as well as being a distant relative – that explained why Sara was being such a pain in the ass the night before. It all was a nice compelling story but to me it was just a waste of time. ‘You were the first person to show me any attention all this time’, she said with a sympathetic expression. With that she stopped, held both of my hands and kissed me on the lips. All the memories of the night before came flooding back. ‘Mmm, that was nice’, she said when we finally broke free, ‘it’s been a long time since that happened too!’. I can safely say that that moment gave me some inclination that I was still in with a shot of getting something!

We were walking on the boulevard by the beach, holding hands in the darkness, huddled close together because of the cool November wind. ‘Come down here, I want to show you something’, Yulia said excitedly. She led me down the steps of the huge stone wall until we reached the sand, then turned immediately right until we were at the foot of the wall, dark and secluded. ‘What did you want to show me?’, I said stupidly. Yulia instantly pushed me against the wall, we locked lips and again our hands were roving. Although Yulia was wearing a thick black coat and mustard sweater on top, below she had a brown leather skirt, black tights and brown thigh-high boots. As we were kissing, I worked my hand under her skirt and between her legs. Despite the coldness of her thighs, her bald pussy was warm and inviting. She gasped lightly as I circled her lips, her panties already soaked from anticipation. As I cautiously stimulated her clit, she gasped much harder this time, and held my hand tighter to her pussy. Yulia was craving some fun and I was willing to give it her. I was fingering another guy’s wife and there was nothing he could do about it. He was thousands of miles away and his wife was cuckolding him; I was the happy participant. While my left hand was fingering her wet snatch, my right was exploring underneath her sweater for her tiny b cups and rock hard nipples. This was forbidden fruit, and all the more tempting because of it. With her hole well and truly moist, Yulia said softly, ‘I want you inside me’. I did not need a second invitation.

I turned her around, and she planted her arms against the wall. I bent her over, and loosened her skirt enough for me to drop her tights and panties to her knees. Her tight ass was goose-pimpled because of the cold but her pussy was raging and yearning to be filled. I unbuckled my jeans and my eager cock was ready to do its job. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was because she hadn’t had a good fucking for a while, but her fuckhole was delightfully tight. I didn’t expect this tall, leggy MILF’s pussy to be grip my cock so tightly. I wasn’t complaining though, and neither was she. In fact, she was quite loud; every thrust of my hard cock resulted in a high shriek. I was afraid we’d be rumbled so I covered her mouth with my hand. This always turns me on; her muffled cries only made my cock harder. While I was pounding Yulia’s pussy, and gagging her mouth, I was also spanking her gym-toned ass, the kind of ass that’s small but perfectly formed. She liked being treated roughly. ‘You’re just a cheating whore, aren’t you?’, I growled. ‘Uh-huh!’, she cried, through my hand. ‘You need a good fucking to set you straight’, I hissed. I needed no answer. At this moment, every thud of my cock into her pussy gave that soft squelching sound that means a girl is going to cum, and hard. Yulia’s long silky legs buckled and then shook, she let out a long high gasp and her pussy convulsed around my cock. I pulled my cock out and supported her body as she squirted in a quick burst over her panties, skirt and tights. It was amazing to be holding this large powerful woman at her most fragile and intimate moment. ‘Sorry, sorry, sorry…’, she panted, as she caught her breath. I held her, caressing her bare skin until she calmed down. ‘That was great!’, she said, smiling gratefully, while using napkins to clean her clothes. ‘Are you close?’, she asked. My hard cock was in my hand while I was slowly stroking; she knew the answer.

Yulia got to her knees and leant forward, placing her lips around my bellend and circling my tip with her tongue. I groaned, satisfied. Yulia licked all along my shaft, glossy with a mixture of my precum and her pussy juices. While pleasing me with her right hand, Yulia was also rubbing herself with her left hand. She was cheating on her husband and getting off on every moment of it. What we were doing was taboo, and all in a public place. Needless to say, my cock twitched excitedly. She devoured my 7″, voraciously consuming my hard cock, while I held her head of dark curly hair. Due to our fuck session and her sucking skills, I was soon close to cumming. I held her head tighter and closer, felt my insides tighten, and sent warm blasts of sticky cum onto her welcoming tongue. She swallowed enthusiastically. ‘Let’s call a taxi then, shall we?’ she asked nonchalantly, before giggling.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/853l3c/the_time_i_fucked_another_guys_wife