I’m a 45-year-old happily married woman. I have two grown up boys. I love my husband very much and feel guilty that I’m putting my marriage at risk. But I get a craving which I struggle to say no to and its so so wrong.
My sex life at home is pretty much nonexistent. After I had the boys, I put on weight and for around 15 years let my self go. Then for no particular reason I gave myself a good talking too and started to go to the gym and diet and so on until it became an obsession. In the end I lost around 6 stone, started to run marathons and was in the gym on average 4 times a week. Before long I was my old self, tight abs, fit a looking good but still my husband wasn’t interested.
And then, I made a huge mistake.
Next door lives a lad who’s 20, he was 19 when this started. He lives with his dad who’s my age. Both of them are not very nice people. The lad is muscular, but his dad is just overweight and a slob and a bully. I think it was the fact that I was very tones like him that attracted me to the lad, not that I had any intension of doing anything in appropriate, just a bit of teasing. But one thing led to another.
It started with me in my home wearing tight exercise pants and a tight running top which showed off my stomach. The lad was wearing just shorts and nothing else. I decided to exercise by my kitchen window knowing that he would be able to see me. After a minute or so I pretended to be shocked that he was watching and started teasing him. Bending over so he could see my ass and stretching so he could have a good look at my chest, it was all in good fun until I looked over at him and he had taken his shorts off and was masturbating, looking at me. I pretended to be shocked but still watched him do it and was quite turned on.
In the end he ejaculated all over the window and I decided enough was enough. The next day, my husband went out and we did the same. He masturbated in front of the window, and I watched and teased him, leaning against my window and watching. I found myself absentmindedly running my finger round my nipple until he ejaculated again.
The next day when I came home from work, he was there and trying to get me to do the same, but my husband was home, so I shooed him away and closed the blinds.
It was the next weekend when I had been out for a run and came back soaking with perspiration when I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water before going to shower. Hubby was out as usual. The lad must have been waiting for me. He stood there in is shorts and a t-shirt. He gave a flirty sort of wave which made me laugh. Then he pulled is t-shirt off. He has an amazing body, and I was turned on. Then he motioned for me to do the same. I waved my hand to tell him ‘No way’. He dropped his shorts and started to masturbate again.
I thought it would be harmless fun, so I took off my sports top and touched my naked breasts. I stood there and touched myself whilst watching the lad masturbate. In the end, I was naked, the two of us masturbating, watching each other until he ejaculated against the window again and I climaxed. Then, I ran to the shower, horrified at what I had done.
It was another week before I built up the courage to look over to his house. I had been running and this time I decided to go into my home the back way, in between my house and his. There was a grunting ‘hay’. I turned to look and it was him, standing there in his door in just his shorts, showing off his body. I should have just gone into my house, but he called me over and I went. I stood at the door afraid to go in. He was standing there a big powerful handsome lad. He said, ‘dads out’ I replied ‘so’. He said for me to come in, I asked him why. He said (and I’m paraphrasing), ‘because you have a fucking amazing body and I want to fuck you’. I froze where I stood then told him that I was married. He said he ‘didn’t give a fuck’. A normal happily married albeit frustrated woman would have walked away, I went in and took off my top and let him touch me and push his tongue into my mouth before pushing his hands down my shorts and rubbing my pussy.
We went to his living room and fucked. It was hard and dirty, no gentle love making. He held me where he wanted me, on my knees to fuck me from behind, then on my back to fuck me whilst on top of me and then against the wall, grunting and telling me how tight my pussy was. Fucking me whilst crying me around the rook, looking down at my chest and commenting on how ‘fucking amazing’ my tits were.
Finally, I was on my back. He had already made me cum once and I asked him not to cum inside me. Not that I want on the pill, it was just that it wouldn’t seem as bad if he didn’t. He told me to ‘fuck off’ and with that he grunted, and I felt cum pouring into me and I had my second orgasm.
He lay on top pf me sucking and liking my nipples until he entered me again and we had sex for the second time. Then, I simply left and went home to shower.
You’d think that would be the bad shameful part but it’s not.
Each weekend I would go for a run and go straight to his house after checking my husband wasn’t home and straight into the lad’s bed for amazing sex. I was obsessed with the feeling of his long thick cock inside me, in my pussy or in my mouth. Obsessed with him using me any way he wanted and having cum inside me and on my breasts. Then it happened.
He was inside me, thrusting away and it was amazing. I had cum numerous times already and was heading for another amazing orgasm when his dad appeared at the door. I told the lad that his dad was watching. He slowed down and continued to fuck me but slowly. He said that it was ok and that his dad ‘hadn’t had a shag in ages’ and said, ‘you don’t mind do you’. Then he started thrusting hard again and the stranger thing is that even though his dad is a horrible man, unattractive and overweight, for some reason, I didn’t mind.
I watched his dad undress in the doorway, his much smaller cock, semi hard hanging in front of him under his fat belly.
As his son fucked me and repeated how his dad wanted me I climaxed and felt the lad cum inside me again. Then, he simply rolled off me.
I lay there, soaking with sweat after just having a long shag with the son of the man who was going to fuck me next’
He lay on me and guided his cock into me and proceeded to fuck me as well. I could have left; in fact I should have left. Having an affair with a hot, toned lad with a big hard cock is one thing but to fuck his father, a fat ugly unpleasant mad was another. But I did, and I liked it.
I lay there as he grunted and thrust himself into me and yes, he made me cum before he himself poured his semen into me.
For weeks I would go over, sometimes not bothering to go for a run, just lay in bed and fuck the lad for over an hour, sucking his cock and letting him have me until he was done, and his dad would take over.
I made myself feel better by making an effort to fuck my husband more often, sometimes going home for a shower and waiting for him to come home before bouncing on his cock. Obviously, he didn’t know that would have been the third, fourth or sometime fifth time a man had cum inside me that day. I would explain that the scratch marks and sometimes bite marks were in fact my running gear rubbing against me and love him, he accepted it.
It stopped for a good while for two reasons, one was the lockdown and the second was the lads attitude and demands.
I had been for a run and had insisted that this thing with his dad stopped. They weren’t happy but it was accepted. But I crept into his house and didn’t even make it out of the kitchen before my top was up and he had latched onto my breast. He spun me round and pulled the top and my shorts off, then semi closed the blinds. There, in our house was my husband. The lad thought it was hilarious as he had me over the sing, fucking me doggy style whilst we watched my husband through the blinds. I caught glances of him whilst the lads thick, hard shaft slid into me deeper then back and back in deeper again, his hands gripping my breasts to keep me in place until he gave a loud grunt and exploded cum into me bringing me to a climax again.
I found it exciting and dirty and shameful all at the same time and whilst he pushed me down to suck clean his cock, I decided then that this was enough and had to be the last time.
It lasted three months before I ended up back in his bed. Now, its just exciting sex, nothing bad, nothing rough or dirty. Sometimes I will just sit on his shaft and let him gently fuck me whilst I ride him. His hands rubbing and squeezing my breasts. Now and again, his dad will come and want to watch, and his son will let him and I have let him into me once since I demanded it stop.
My justification is that it gives me excitement in my life again and at the end of the day, its just sex. That feeling of another mans semen flowing into me, huge amounts spraying into me. The excitement makes me climax every single times, sometimes multiple times where as my husband more often than not will only ( if at all) make me gently cum.
