First of all, thank you for all your messages of support, they do make me feel a little better about what I did. I have however decided that my life with my husband cannot go on, partly because of my next story and partly because, well, I just have no respect for him any more and its clear by my behaviour which I don’t seem to be able to control, I need more. Since our holiday in Spain which I told you all about in my 17th Jan blog ‘Wife with a secret life’ I have had sex with three other men, all of which I either didn’t know or only knew in passing. None of them were men who I wanted an affair with, but it was the one that I asked for sex with that made me decide that I wasn’t the woman who my husband married nor even the woman that he got on the plane with to Spain that day. My husband it seems can’t go on a break or an event without getting extremely drunk. The last time I slept with another man was on such a night. We had been to an awards evening held in a very nice hotel. My husband spent most of the evening getting drunk whilst I was getting support from his colleagues. It was embarrassing and I was ashamed of him. He isn’t an angry drunk, just a silly one. In the end it was a tall, pretty lad who he worked with that offered to help me take him to our room. It appears that he had a room on the same floor and was happy for an excuse to leave the party which was full of his bosses. I say the lad, ‘Richard’ who couldn’t be much more than 19 or 20 was a pretty boy because he is. The girls threw themselves at him, he is tall, has long hair and am amazing body plus, if he was a girl, he would be a stunner (I hope that makes sense). He sat with me at our table and tried his best to make me see the funny side, looking back at it now, I think he was just chatting me up. Together with another man my husband was assisted to our room when the other man left us and went back to the party. With some difficulty we managed to get my husband into bed and roll him over so I had some room to sleep. Exhausted, I sat on the opposite wide of the bed, my husband snoring and despite me shaking him and shouting at him he didn’t stir. My hero stood there, and we laughed. All he said was ‘your too pretty to be treated like that’ and that was it. With my husband snoring next to me I sat facing Richard and I thought ‘how pretty is his boy’. In a flash my mind went back to Spain and the sex I had with a stranger and I thought ‘ I’m a slut any way so what so I have to lose’. I unzipped the lad’s trousers and pulled his dick out. I had no plan, I didn’t know if he was going to freak out and run away, I just did it. It was not hard, but not soft either. I sat there and rubbed it whilst he just looked down at me. In no time at all he was hard, and I put it in my mouth and sucked him. With my husband snoring next to me I has oral sex with a stranger, I loved his thick cock sliding over my tongue, I gagged when he thrust it into my mouth and it struck the back of my throat. We were like that for several minutes, him fucking my mouth, gripping my hair with both hands and thrusting away, grunting. Behind me, the man I married blissfully unaware. Richard grunted that he was going to cum. For some reason I pushed him back so his cock left my mouth, but I carried on tossing him off. Spunk flew onto my face and chest, staining my lowcut dress. It was erotic but I didn’t cum, and I was disappointed and ashamed of myself. I got the lad a tissue to clean himself up whilst I used a towel for me. He came to the bathroom and he was so kind and gentle, asking me if I was ok and asking me if I had enjoyed it. I said that it was ok. The boy went to my husband and lay him on his side putting a pillow against his back ‘in case he threw up’. He told me that I couldn’t sleep here and taking my hand and led me to the door. Neither of us said a word, we made sure the coast was clear and walked quickly to his room and went in. Still neither of us said a word. I Undressed and stood in front of him completely naked, I let him examine me yet still we said nothing. He undressed and taking my hand again we went to bed. I lay on my back whilst this pretty boy went straight for the fuck. He pushed his cock into me and fucked me and I loved it. I felt his long thick cock deep inside me and fuck did he make me cum, over and over again. Whilst he fucked me he looked down at my breasts bouncing with every thrust and I’m not sure what it said about me but I looked at them and gripped them and I loved my tits, I loved the way they made me feel, this beautiful man deep inside me, I wished that my pathetic husband a few door away was standing here watching another man take his wife. Richard collapsed onto me, his cheek pressing against mine as he pumped away. Grunting and panting that he was going to cum. I loved the way he warned me, I thought it was sweet. This time I wrapped my legs round him and locked him in position and I whispered to him’ its ok, cum inside me’. Oh fuck did he cum inside me. I felt his cum poor into me and I came hard. Even after he had cum several times he kept on fucking me until I told him ‘enough’. The sweet lad stopped, looked me in the face and asked, ‘was it ok’. I assured him that it was better than ok and thought ‘what a sweet boy’. We slept until about 5 ish when I thought it better to go to my room to avoid questions. My husband was till snoring in the same position we left him in. I undressed again and crept in beside him. the thought of the last few hours plus my lovers cum dripping out of me made me made me climax again. And then, after I managed to get him up at about 10am we just went home. It wasn’t that night that brought me to the conclusion that my marriage was a mistake, or the fact that after work every evening he came to pick me up and take me to a quiet spot for a quick fuck in the back of his car or even the old man who sat next to me in a quiet railway carriage on my way back from a day long and totally boring meeting who flirted very badly, acting like an old man trying to me a teenager again saying to me ‘you are a very attractive woman and I hope you don’t; mind me saying so but you have amazing breasts’. I asked him if he was a dirty old man to which he replied ‘ I’m afraid so’. It wasn’t him who got my breast out for and let him touch me or who I tossed off in between stations letting him cum in my hand which I cleaned with a tissue he offered me. No, it wasn’t that. It was the fact that I asked for sex. I actually asked for sex from a taxi driver but even I don’t know if I can share that one.