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Jack is my son’s business partner. At 29 he is a few years older than my son Todd. Todd often comes home at weekends and invites Jack for family BBQs. Most of the time is spent in and around the pool.

I always look forward to these events because Jack is very handsome and muscular and obviously well endowed judging by the bulge in his shorts. A few weeks ago during a barbecue, I decided to declare my desire for him. Jack was taken aback, but was rather frank and said to me that he did not share my feelings, but without wanting nevertheless to hurt me... Then he said to me that he did not feel ready, that he needed time reflect on this idea, etc. I accepted what he said to me and I did not insist... But by leaving me a small hope and by refusing, just increased my desire to have him: he was inaccessible for me, and for this reason I wanted him.

Then, last week he returned with Todd for a barbecue at our home. This time I played it cool, even cold pretending to be disinterested. However, later in the afternoon after a few cocktails. I jumped on him playfully in the pool to try to push him underwater: it was only a pretext to accidentally place my hand on his bump, causing a very impressive erection. But he got clear, jumped out of the pool and lied down on his belly on his towel.

Later, while my husband took a business call, and Todd and his wife were playing ping pong on other side of the house, I jumped on him again in the pool. He was upright and stood firm. I felt his hand slip under my bikini, and squeezed my ass. This act made me insanely wet. I felt his index finger titillating my “rose”, then the other hand slowly took possession of my pussy. I lifted my feet off from the floor of the pool and tightened them around his waist. With his muscular arms, he hoisted me up a bit and then lowered me gently impaling me on his hard erection protruding out of his shorts. I can tell yall it felt very big, Texas big. He yoyo-ed me up and down and I felt something like an electric discharge, a feeling I have never felt before. I was on the limit of fainting, as I it felt him explode deep inside me.

He left shortly afterwards but took my cell number. I smiled when my daughter in law said I looked tired. The following day, I received a short message requesting a meet, a time and a location. My legs started to tremble. What was I going to do? I decided to accept of course. I was not going to pass on the biggest dick in Texas attached to a beautiful macho Italian looking guy, now was I? Just thinking of him made me wet.

I got to the motel on time. He was waiting in the parking lot. Lord, he was beautiful. We went up to the room and I explained it to him that I was at his disposal for two hours. He asked me to do him a striptease and he put on some soft music. He paid compliments on my girating body, my legs, my ass, all of which excited majorly. I wanted to be his bitch. Once naked, he ordered me to poor him a glass Scotch. When I brought his glass to him, he took his manhood out of his pants and said to me: "on your knees, suck." I obeyed immediately, I just luved how he dominated me. His organ wa beautiful, very large with a deep blue vein traversing the whole length. I delicately held the base, leant forwards and took it between my lips. I titillated the tip with my tongue. I slowly pushed my head down as far as I can go, my nose touching his pubic bone. Then licking the underside, I slowly lift my head back up until only the head rested between my lip. I did it again gently, plunging further so that the tip of his cock tickled the back of my throat. I inflated my cheeks and slackened them repeatedly to suck him intensely. He groaned and seemed to appreciate my treatment. I suddenly thought of my husband working like a nut while I sucked a beautiful cock. The thought excited me even more. I slackened my oral grip on his pole moved down to taste his testicles. They were large and I enjoyed making them roll between my lips. I took him again in my mouth and start to pump him greedily. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair and called me a bitch. I revelled in his power and abruptly he ejaculated at the bottom of my lusty throat. I swallowed all his sperm with great pleasure, something I have always refused my husband. I realized that I adored the taste of Jack’s cum. He lifted me up in the air, placed me on the bed and opened my thighs apart, revealing my freshly shaven pussy. He went down on me and he seemed to really like it. I was soaked to the point of passing out. He licked me my like a hungry cat, and nibbled my clitoris with his teeth. I spread my legs as far as they would go to offer my intimacy to him. I experienced several orgasms in this position and he still had more than one hour left to use me. I was his object and he used me for his pleasure. He was a real repeater getting erect again very quickly.

“I will fuck you now bitch” – “Yes go ahead, I am your bitch”. He positioned himself opposite my open vulva. - I looked him in the eyes and said “I am your whore”. He inserted himself, taking possession of my body. He clutched my hips and started to gently kiss my nipples always looking me in the eyes. I adored it. I felt subjected, coveted, available, an object. I was a female offered to the male. He accelerated and I enjoyed his powerful strokes. He embraced me, his tongue intruded into my mouth, taking possession of my mouth. I returned his kiss. He continued to plow me with his huge dick. He made me change position. I am like a greyhound bitch, ass offered. He started again to kiss me then proceeded to insult me again. - Yes! You are a good bitch, you like to be made to hump your son’s best friend? - Yes, I am a slut, my husband works while you fuck me like a bitch!

He began to slap my ass. - What bitch ass you have! I felt him have contractions and he pulled out and came all over my buttocks. Jet after jet of come  landed on my hot buttocks, I lost count but he was definitely very fertile. He then asked me to clean his cock. I eagerly got on all fours and carried out my task. He paid me compliments on my ass, my pussy while I performed my job assiduously. After a few moments, he started to harden again. Incredible! He had fifteen minutes left on the clock to enjoy me. He made me get up and go open the drapes. He positioned me facing the window, upright, legs drawn apart, with my torso projecting forwards. He gave me a spank then entered my rosebud. I was pushed forwards, breasts crushed against the window pane. He grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed my neck. With soft comings and goings he delicately sodomized me. He softly spoke in my ear – “I hope you are satisfied, I have taken much pleasure in cuckolding your husband”. Perhaps he thought he was the first to do so?

I still smile when I think about it. It was just another one of those spur of the moment events. Yesterday, I took a two hour lunch break with Jolene (not her real name) at the Spindletop, high above downtown. Over a light salad and a sprinkling of Chablis we talked mostly of her suspicions that her husband was having an affair. “Who cares if he is” I said and she seemed genuinely shocked.

The lunch is another story, what makes we smile was the little encounter I had in the elevator when we left the restaurant. As we entered a handsome man in a business suit, about 50 was kindly keeping the doors open for us and he gave me a little smile. It was the ol’ smile and raised eyebrow combo which is always a sure sign the man is flirting. Another party of people followed us in and it got a little cramped. With my back to the hansome man, I continued the conversation with Jolene and casually placed my hand on his crotch. Hell why not? Yall would not complain if it happened to you? Well he didn’t. The ride was about 30 stories down, and that gave me just enough time to rub him though his pants to a nice hard on. He was clearly well endowed man. Mmmm. When we arrived in lobby, I just stepped out of the elevator with Jolene and didn’t even look back. Maybe he will complain?

Sunday, I was obliged to accompany hubby to the golf club for a lunch with a business associate of his, Brad, and Brad’s wife. It was tedious. Brad claimed to have the number two market share of printer toners in Tennessee. Yawn. Brad was a fat man with a fat ego. His wife was non-descript except that she was also fat and dressed as badly as the queen of England (sorry queenie). Although duty bound to accompany my husband to this lunch, I simply could not join in their tiresome conversation. Instead I dreamily sipped my wine and imagined making love on the table with the waiter who had caught my eye with his gorgeous smile.

Eventually, I made my excuses and got up to go and powder my nose. It was at this moment I realised I was slightly drunk, but it was a nice feeling. And it gave me courage, because a few minutes later, when I stepped out of the bathroom I nearly crashed into out a waiter who flashed me another beautiful smile. Time to take the bull by the horn I thought to myself. With very fast thinking I said “Oh, can you help me, I have a problem in here”. I gently pulled his elbow and he followed me back into the bathroom.. “It is just in here” and I led him into a cubicle and shut the door behind him. Before he had a chance to say anything I dropped to my knees and unzipped him.

Now ladies, many of you are thinking “no way”, and a few “I would never” and I am sure many are saying “go girl”. Well, when you have done it a few times, as I have, you realise it is in fact very easy. Firstly men will go along simply out of politeness, and secondly by the time they realise what you are up to they will never refuse a blow job. Never. It does not matter what you look like, you just need the right attitude.

I sucked him eagerly and he had gotten stiff very quickly. I pulled the skin right back and pumping my head forwards as far as I could, with a tongue swirling motion on the underside of his cock – a technique a recent lover taught me. He was a heavy breather and I that gave me plenty of warning of when he was about to shoot. The bastard held my head tight as he came, but I liked that, it showed masculinity, unlike my husband who wouldn’t dare. He was a big cummer too. I swallowed some, and discretely let some drip into the palms of my hands. When he was spent, his grip loosened and I got up. He looked a little be frightened as to what was next on the menu. I put him at ease “I thought I would give you a tip personally for your service because by husband is a lousy tipper”. Then I stepped out and left him behind. Although I didn’t orgasm myself, I find that kind of experience very thrilling. I don’t know why? I also got a real kick out of saying goodbye to Brad and his wife by shaking hands with them, my own hand still sticky with the waiter’s cum.

On Saturday morning, hubby and I had a very big row and i just drove off to go stay with Ali, a friend, for the night in San Antonio about 3 hours drive from home. Hubby had the sulks as he had to look after our son at home.

Well my friend Ali suggested we go out to cheer me up and have a few cocktails. We ended up in a bar called Sky Lounge (I think) full of college boy n girls. We had both gotten very very drunk and very very horny and two guys, medical students I think, showed intrest in both me and Ali so we took them back to hers.

As i said i was very drunk, I remember been up in the bed with one of the guys pounding away at me when i passed out. When i woke up in the morning, I was being pounded again and i'm sure it was the other guy that went with Ali! But I was too embarrassed to ask him if this was so! Anyhow as soon as the shot his load deep inside me he got up, put his pants on and said "hasta la vista" and left. Men!

Holding a pounding head and feeling a little bandy i went to make me a very large coffee and maybe aspirin. Ali was in the kitchen with a very large smile. She told me that both guys had just gone.
She reminded me their names and then recounted how they have been swapping over all night long. I did not remember these kind of details, all i knew was that I was sore and full sticky cum and my head hurt.

10 mins later hubby arived with flowers gosh that was a close call. I hadn't expected him to drive all this way and i  felt such a dirty slut but then again i would do it all agin if I could..

I have been married for 20 years. Im a 45 year old woman with 4 kids one still at home. I love reading erotic stories on the net and I want to share with you some of my experiences.

I only started being unfiathful to my husband two years ago. Over time it has become an addiction and has taken over my life, poor sweetie. It all started when we had been going through stress and had a fight.

Now, I find i love to get drunk and have sordid sex with complete strangers. I dont go looking for them they always seem to find me.

The first time I had sex with a stranger was protected sex in a parking lot of a famous Sports Bar in Houston. My colleagues and I were  celebrating a big new contract our firm had just won. He was a much younger man about 24. He had been making eye contact all night long and i just thought "what the hell", why not talk to him. He was very attractive, I had a little too much to drink and I was very flattered such a young handsome man was paying me so much attention.

After a brief exchange he just said "follow me" and I did without any thought. He led me into the car park and just took control. The risk of getting caught unleashed new fealings I never realised I had. I was incredibly aroused and I was madly in love with this stranger (crazy I know) I felt I would have done anything for him.

It turned out to be just a quickie, and I retook control of my senses. The man simply said thank you mam and walked away to catch up with his friends. I still loved my husband but now I was hooked and I new that this was the begining of a new chapter in my life.