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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I truly believe that there is a sexual deviant in all of us to some degree or another – some will openly admit to it and others may not want to or may not even think so themselves. However, I think that at some stage in all our lives we have had some outright filthy, durrrty thoughts about someone that we have met, seen online, know, are in a relationship with etc., etc. These thoughts/fantasies are only in our heads and for the best part we would never even contemplate acting upon them and it is with this in mind I think I can feel alright about sharing a story of mine with you all. It is not for the faint hearted and may contain some subject matter that some will find objectionable (nothing illegal may I stress). I must stress that this is something that I have NEVER done and would never act on……. With this disclaimer I can tell my story.
My wife of 14 years is a hottie – small and petite with a few extra pounds that give her those sensuous curves that I love on a woman. She has pale skin with a few very cute freckles, delicious and pert breasts that don’t really need a bra and I love the very rare times when she foregoes one. . . . .. I don’t know why but I find it kind of naughty. She is a great wife – attentive, loving, thoughtful but maybe a bit too PURE for want of a better word. We have a healthy sex life and have done some pretty cool stuff over our years of being together but they are different stories maybe for another day. Ok so far so good you may say – except I want more. I find myself wanting more and more and more – I turned to this website in the hope of finding that something more that I know will satisfy this deep rooted animalistic lust that I have. And I have met someone who is the very opposite of my wife – tall, larger build, very large breasts, big bum and could fuck all morning into the afternoon and straight through to night time. . . . . .in a word insatiable. There is something about her – something almost primal in her attitude and approach to sex. When she sees something that she wants she just goes about getting it – NO MATTER WHAT and does so unashamedly.
We got talking and clicked and from there began our descent on a path that took us to dark places we never even thought possible.
I revealed to her (let’s call her Ger) that I was married and this didn’t phase her at all (she was married herself) – quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed to make her want to meet me all the more……..I guess the whole forbidden fruit thing. . . .we always want what we can’t have eh? So we chatted a bit, then some more and before long we were chatting every day – morning, evening and at night. I found myself staying up late at night when my wife had gone to bed so I could chat with Ger. The danger of chatting with her while my wife lay asleep upstairs was a thrill that grew and grew. Ger often asked why I wasn’t upstairs fucking my wife instead of chatting with her on the phone – but she knew the answer. Her hooks were well and truly in me and they were not going to come out too easily. Anyone who knows of this thrill from the fear pf being caught can hopefully relate to what happened. So before long I wanted to push the boundary a bit. . . .. . I found myself texting Ger while lying in bed beside my sleeping wife . . . .sometimes playing with myself at Ger’s suggestion. One time Ger and I were having phone sex while I was on the couch downstairs when she asked me to go up and fuck my wife while she listened in . . . . .putting my phone on speaker and she muted her side so no noise would filter through. So I did – It was VERY exciting to say the least and even though it took some persuasion on my behalf to get my wife in the mood, having just woken her up Ger got to listen to it all.
Our behaviour was like a drug – the more we pushed the further we wanted to take things . . . . . .always wanting to try something a bit more risqué every time.
Eventually we decided to meet – where you may very well ask? My house – when my wife was away for a weekend. She wanted to see where my wife lay, wanted to lie on her side of the bed, wanted to smell her on the bed sheets, wanted to see her underwear and wanted to have her husband’s cock inside her . . . . . .it was almost like she wanted to possess her – to overcome her – to own everything that belonged to her. We did fuck – all day long . . . . . . .Ger used my wife’s vibrator on and in herself coating it in her cum. She left her sweat and cum on the sheets where my wife lay at night and I am not going to lie to you – I felt no guilt whatsoever. I was with a woman that was sex itself. I loved every minute of it.
Anyway – time came for her to go and she left with my wife’s favourite pair of panties buried in her pussy to soak up her own cum. My wife came home and seemingly was none the wiser for everything that had happened while she was gone. Ger and I continued to talk but found it hard to get time to meet with both of us being in relationships. That is until she suggested that she come down to my house posing as an ex colleague coming in to town for an interview in one of the companies that I had previously worked in. She wanted to get to meet my wife – and her plan was for us all to sit down and have a meal and after my wife had gone to bed we would stay up and I would help her with her interview preparation . . .. . . mostly in the spare room downstairs. BUT that is the next instalment . . . . . . .so if you liked this then please feel free to comment and I shall continue part 2!!! |
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