I’ve always been a very sexual person - I started experimenting with boys by the time I was 15, with girls by the time I started uni and had threesomes and foursomes whilst I was travelling round Europe with a friend.  I enjoyed sex and being fucked.  I would frequently go out with the sole intention of hooking up with someone - I’d blow a guy, finger a girl or end up being taken home by someone to be used as their fuck toy for the night.  Let’s just say I was a very liberated girl.

I married an amazing guy 8 years ago who I clicked with on an emotional and physical level like no one ever before.  Since then he has been all I needed and he never leaves me more than 3 days without sex.  I tell you this to show how unnecessary it was for me to let another man fuck me, but I did and now I have emotions of guilt and horniness playing on my mind constantly.

The man who fucked me is called Ian.  He’s a pretty standard looking guy - average build, average looks, funny and kind - but nothing like my incredible husband.

I know Ian through my best friend who lives across the road from him and his wife.  I’ve met him maybe a dozen times in the last 10 years at BBQs and the such.  I couldn’t tell you his surname even if I wanted too!

I bumped into him last Sunday morning at the supermarket of all places.  I didn’t see him at first (his face mask!). But he stopped me and said hi.  I was just wearing my leggings, some hi-top trainers and a baggy hoodie (with just a bra underneath) and no knickers.  I felt fresh and healthy - I’d done my work out that morning and had a long shower (with just a little frig) before going to the shops.  My husband was out for the day at rugby with his friends.  I was on a bit of a sexual high after my shower as I didn’t manage to cum. My pussy was aching for that release.  I found myself checking out guys and girls and in my head stating whether I’d fuck them or not. Most were a yes!

Ian told me he was on his own for the day too so was grabbing a pizza.  I was just explaining what I was up to and I just locked eyes with him.  I can’t explain it, but standing there in the shop he was staring into my soul and I held his gaze.  He touched my arm and said I looked nice, and it actually gave me chills.  What the fuck was going on?  I stammered thanks and dismissed it as stuff I’d just thrown on and he said if anyone can pull off that scruffy Sunday look it was me.  We were still looking at each other, his hand still gently resting on my arm.  I could actually feel my pussy start to get wet.  He said he was going to get a drink ‘something healthy’ from the smoothie bar across the road if I fancied one?  It felt daft to say no… I couldn’t think of a reason, so I agreed to meet him there in 15 minutes after paying for our respective shops.

Walking into the place, Ian was the only customer sat at a table in the corner.  He waved at me and I sat down opposite him.  After ordering our drinks, there was an awkward silence.  I felt like I was in a first date all of a sudden.  After a little small chat about what we’d been up to, he lightly touched my fingers with his across the table.  I’d actually been waiting for his touch and when I didn’t flinch, we soon had our fingers inter-linked like a couple of love struck teenagers.  He told me he’d fancied me from the first time he’d met me - that he’d fantasised about being with me.  I was blushing, but I liked the way he spoke to me. My husband always made me feel wanted and desired, but having this man talk so directly and honestly all of a sudden really turned me on.&

With our hands still linked and barely half our drinks finished, Ian told me that he thought he should follow me home to ‘help me unpack my shopping’ which was a joke as I had about 6 items!  But, without a moments hesitation I said yes that would be good.

We walked back to the supermarket, not holding hands but our hands lightly touching and gently bumping into each other as we walked together.  My mind had gone. I was on auto pilot. I wanted to fuck him.

The 10 minute drive home was unbearable.  What the hell was I doing?  My pussy was on fire - we hadn’t kissed and I wasn’t looking for sex, but somehow a desire had found me and I was going to see it through.

I walked in the door and left it slightly ajar.  I went to the kitchen and was putting milk in the fridge when I heard the front door close.  I shut the fridge and turned, leaning against the kitchen unit.  Ian found his way to me. He stopped for a moment, smiled the most devilish smile, said ‘hi’ and then advanced towards me.

Our first kiss was soft and controlled.  Our lips met and we kissed over and over until, almost together, our mouths opened and our tongues touched and we began a full on snog.  You don’t kiss like that when you’re married and I loved feeling his tongue push into my mouth as I melted into his arms.

Ian held me at the waist and pushed my hoodie up.  He lifted it quickly over my head so I was there in just my bra and leggings.  He kind of groaned as he looked at me and began kissing my neck and down to my boobs.  I’m not a big girl in that area, but they are pert boobs and as he kissed my cleavage he squeezed each one firmly in his hands.  God it felt good.  I was giving my body to him.

He put his hands on my arse and lifted my slight frame onto the work top and I pulled his t shirt off.  He soon took my bra off and we kissed again, my breasts pressed against his chest.  I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy, and it felt like a river was starting to flow in my pussy.  It was like the slut I thought I’d buried on my wedding day was being reborn.

He kissed down my body sucking hard on my tits and telling me what a great body I had. He started rubbing my pussy through my leggings making me gasp.

It was getting uncomfortable so we moved to the sofa in our snug.  We both stripped naked and I was happy seeing a very hard cock - maybe 7inches - pointing straight at me.  I wrapped my hand around it just as he ran his finger up my slit and circled my clit.  I pulled on his cock with slow firm strokes, pulling his foreskin back to reveal a throbbing tip. He slipped two fingers into my soaking pussy and matched my rhythm with deep twisting pushes into me.

Our lips were brushing against each other as we wanked each other, and he murmured how wet I was.  He pulled his fingers out and thrust them in between our lips and together we licked and sucked my juices from them.  I now wanted to taste him.  I dropped to my knees and immediately took his cock in my mouth.  I only have a little mouth so I’m no deep throater, but I could take his swollen tip comfortably so I sucked him as I carried on stroking his shaft.

He tasted different from my husband, nicer, I’m ashamed to say.  His pre cum leaked onto my tongue making me moan with bliss.  He was starting to get a sense that I could be a real slut and told me to rub his cock over my face.  I love being submissive, so I happily obliged.  I rubbed the tip over my lips, my cheeks and nose.  His pre cum was across my face and I loved it.  I resumed sucking him and every now and then would wipe his cock over my face to make him happy.

Eventually, Ian pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply.  He told me to get on the sofa. He knelt on the floor between my legs and spread them wide with both his hands.  He sighed ‘wow’ as he stared at my open pussy.  My wetness had spread from my pussy onto my thighs.  My neatly trimmed pubes were shining too.  I was in a state of hyper-arousal and I was desperate to be touched. I squirmed under his gaze and pleaded with him to lick me.

He slid his tongue up and down my slit, running it over my clit in quick little flicks to make me groan in pleasure.  He pushed his tongue into me and unleashed a torrent of cum onto his tongue.  He came up for air, his face glistening just saying ‘fuck - I’ve never had anyone cum like that you nasty little slut.’ He pushed two, then three fingers into me, finger fucking me hard till I came again, my juices ran from my pussy onto the sofa.  I hadn’t been this turned on in years. Despite cumming twice I still wanted more.  ‘Put your dick in me, please’ was all I could pant out.

Still between my knees, he shuffled forward and rubbed his tip over my clit.  The moment he pressed against my pussy he slipped in so easy, his full length burying itself inside me.

He kept himself inside me, grinding hard against my clit as he circled his hips.  He ran his hands over my tits squeezing them hard; I was cumming again in little waves as I lost all sense in my life other than being fucked at that moment.

Due to my pussy being so wet, his cock kept slipping out so we switched positions, with me kneeling on the sofa so Ian could stand and fuck me doggy.

I was moaning and sweating as he ploughed into me, I frigged my clit as he held my hips - I couldn’t stop myself from asking for it harder and harder.  I wanted him to fuck me like a slut.  He slammed into me, telling me how wet I was and that I really needed this fucking - I just moaned ‘yes’ over and over in reply.

Ian stopped to lick my pussy and ass from behind - god it felt so good when he used my cum to lube my ass and push a finger in.  ‘You want that tight little ass fucked Feebs?’  His question made me just say ‘do it!’ (I’m no stranger to anal) and he promptly pushed his tip against my star.  Feeling his length slip inside my tightest hole made me yelp - that little sting before pleasure takes over.  He began fucking my ass hard.  His cock was just the right size to have me moaning again.  He buried his whole length in my ass, and spanked me hard as he did so.

I had no idea how long we’d been fucking, but soon he told me he was gonna cum and wanted to know where I wanted it.  ‘Over me’ and with that he pulled out my ass and I turned over, lying across the sofa, playing with my pussy as I watched him stroke his throbbing cock.

When he erupted cum flew from him landing on my tits, stomach and pussy.  Fuck it was so horny having him cover me with his cum.  He groaned as he kept stroking himself and then he gave me his softening cock to suck clean.  As I did this he started rubbing some of his cum into my clit and pussy giving me another little orgasm.

We both collapsed, the smell of sweat and cum filled the room and my pussy was aching in a beautiful way.  We kissed a little after before we realised he had better clear off in good time.  I watched him dress and then we kissed passionately again before he left, saying he’d see me soon (I got a new follower on my Instagram later that day!)

After Ian left, I went and showered, masturbating again and cumming hard with two fingers inside my pussy.

When my gorgeous hubby came home drunk later that evening, we fucked hard and fast before he came in my mouth.  I loved having his cum, but did think that next time I want Ian to cum in my mouth and let me swallow him.  So I had my husbands cum pouring down my throat and all I could think of was letting another man do the same as soon as possible.  I’m ashamed to say I think the slut Phoebe may be back. xx