Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Cheating, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Slow,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The bittersweet story of a cheating husband, his wife, and a ten-year affair with his lover.
I remember the first time I was unfaithful to my wife. She and I had been married for 10 years and I had gotten tired of having sex with her. She never wanted to experiment or have sex in new ways. She always wanted it the same way: in the bedroom, missionary style. I wanted excitement, something different, something new. I never planned or intended that it would come from another woman.
I had been going to night school for a couple of years taking a few technical writing classes. My daily routine consisted of going to work for a full 8-hour shift, then going to school and studying for a couple of hours until classes started. After classes I'd go home just in time to sleep, then get up the next morning and repeat the process ad nauseum.
After a couple of months of taking an editing class, I noticed a woman with blondish hair with a lighter blonde streak right in the front. She was slightly plump, but dressed and carried herself in a confident way. When our eyes met on occassion, she'd smile quite wonderfully. So I guess it was inevitable that on one fateful night we'd introduce ourselves.
"Hello," she said one evening after class.
I'd been putting my things away and hadn't noticed her approach.
"Oh, hi," I said, a little surprised that she had managed to get close to me without my having seen her.
"I'm Rebecca Nelson," she said, extending a hand.
"I'm Carlos Tomas. I'm pleased to finally meet you," I replied, taking her firm, warm hand in mine.
"So how do you like the class? I've been seeing you at the school here for a few months, but this is the first class we've taken at the same time."
I honestly couldn't remember having seen her prior to this class, but didn't say so.
"It's OK, I guess. I'm not really fond of all the rules of proof reading and editing, but I suppose its something I need to know how to do."
"Yeah, me, too. It's pretty boring, but I need the credits to finish up my course work. Plus I'm sure I'll be using this stuff out there in the real world."
Rebecca sat down in the chair next to me as we continued our conversation. As I said, she was a little on the plump side, but not fat or anything. Her demeanor was one of a very self-assured person, so it was easy to look past any perceived physical defects to enjoy her personality. And besides, she had a really engaging smile that seemed to be inviting me to get to know her better.
In that initial conversation, we shared a few personal details of our lives. I told her that I was married, and she told me that she had been many years divorced. At that time I had no inkling of what lay in store for me with her, so my participation in our conversation was the same kind that I would have in a conversation with almost anybody.
As we talked, my eyes naturally examined her physical appearance. Her plumpness was mostly in the midsection, her stomach sticking out slightly. Her breasts were natural, medium-sized mounds perched high on her chest. Her hands were very expressive, with thin fingers moving gracefully to accent her sentences. Later when we ended our conversation, I watched her as she left to go home, enjoying the rear view of her sumptuous bottom and slightly thick thighs as she walked down the hall and out the door.
While at that time I didn't have any sexual desire for her, nor did I detect any overtures coming in my direction, but yet I was drawn to her somehow, and I looked forward to our next conversation. When I thought about her, I knew I enjoyed her personality and friendliness and hoped that we'd continue to talk from time to time.
Over the next few weeks we continued in this fashion. I'd see her from a distance as soon as I got to school and we'd wave. Later we'd meet up after our last class and chat for a few minutes. I made no effort to hide the fact that I always enjoyed our conversations.
When that session was drawing to an end and we were to start planning for the next school session, by that time we'd become good friends and compared our class schedules. As it turned out, we had two classes that we could take together. So when the classes met for the first time, we made sure to get seats next to each other.
We also decided to study together so we could help each other out. It turned out to be a really great arrangement. We both aced the first couple of tests we took in our classes. When we got our test scores, we both high-fived each other. That was only the second time I had touched her, the first being when we first met and had shook hands.
After the last class of the evening, we'd sit and chat for a while. I learned more personal details about her life, who her friends were, what her job was, what she liked to do outside of work and school, and what music she liked to listen to.
I told her about my life at home, not mentioning anything about my sex life, what I did for a living, what I liked to do for fun, and my musical tastes, too.
When I look back at what happened between us, we were getting gradually closer and closer, sharing more and more intimate details. For example, one day she told me she was in a cranky mood because of her period. Every now and then Rebecca would reach up under her blouse or sweater to adjust her bra.
"These damn things," she'd complain, smiling as if to apologize.
On one occasion, my penis had gotten bent in my pants. I just reached down without thinking and adjusted myself. Rebecca had noticed and smiled, whispering, "You, too, huh?"
One night we'd gotten carried away by our conversation and had lost track of time. It was much later than I thought.
"It's kind of late," Rebecca said. "Would you walk me to me car? I'm not sure I feel really safe walking by myself."
"Of course I will," I said with a smile.
When we got to her car and she unlocked the door, Rebecca gave me a quick hug.
"Thanks," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
So began our new custom. Every evening after our conversation, I walked her to her car. We'd hug, and I'd watch until she drove out of sight.
It was getting close to the end of the school session and time to start planning for the next one. After our last class, we compared schedules to see if there were any classes we could take together. Our study collaborations were resulting in straight A's in our classes and we wanted to continue our winning ways if we could.
"It's not only that," Rebecca explained, refering to our successful collaboration, "I really like you. You've become a really good friend. You came along at a time when I really needed a friend. These past few months have been really great for me."
"Me, too. I really enjoy our time together. We're a pretty good team, huh?"
"You betcha," she said, raising her palm for a high five.
When our palms touched, it wasn't quite in the usual high-five slap. She pressed her palm to mine for just an extra fraction of a second. That's when it struck me for the first time, that there might be something else brewing.
But I didn't spend much time thinking about it. I had never up to that point given any thought to having a sexual relationship with her. We were just friends, OK, a little closer than "just" friends, as well as study partners. We'd gotten comfortable with each other, maybe even taking each other for granted in some ways.
That night as I deposited her at her car, Rebecca's hug was a little closer and longer than on any previous evening. Do you know how people hold their hips away from each other when they hug? This time I could feel the warmth of her hips and stomach as she pressed herself just a little more closely against me than usual. And when I felt the brush of her lips against my cheek, I was taken by surprise.
As we were breaking away from our hug, the look in her eyes was more "thankful" than usual, as if her eyes were telling me that she was falling in love with me. But still, I didn't spend much time thinking about it. Maybe as we'd gotten closer and closer over the past few months, she'd just gotten as comfortable with me as she would any friend.
During the next school session, things went pretty much as they had before as regards classes, studies, and my walking her to her car at the end of the evening. But on one fateful night, things changed dramatically.
We'd just walked to her car and pressed together for our evening hug. This time her body was, chest to thighs, fully against me. The hug seemed to last for much longer than on previous evenings, and I got that same thankful look from her eyes as I had only once before.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Rebecca suddenly pressed her lips against mine. It wasn't a clumsy attempt at a kiss, but a tender placing of her lips on mine. They felt so warm and sweet. I could immediately smell and taste the perfume of her lip gloss. Before I knew what I was doing, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips back against hers.
At once her mouth opened and I could feel her tongue pushing gently between my lips. I couldn't help myself as I opened my mouth in return and let her searching tongue find mine. When our tongues touched that first time, I could feel the stirring in my loins, one that I hadn't felt in a very long time.
We pressed our bodies more firmly together. I could feel the sensual bulge of her tummy and abdomen. I could feel the mound of her sex pressing against my penis and her breasts pressing against my chest.
Our mouths slid together, saliva lubricating our lips as we stood there in the parking lot, kissing like high-schoolers. My hands seemed to have a will of their own as they rubbed up and down her back to just above the outward curve of her ass.
Rebecca's own hands had been doing some exploring. She tenderly caressed my cheek and slid her palm down my chest, then around to my back, stopping as I had just above my ass.
When our kiss ended, we pulled back and looked into each others' eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said again. "Do you hate me for kissing you?"
"Not at all," I replied truthfully. "It's just that I wasn't expecting it. You took me by surprise."
"I'm sorry," Rebecca said again.
"Don't be," I replied, putting my hand gently on her cheek.
She leaned her head firmly into my palm and looked at me again with those thankful eyes. Our eyes closed and we kissed again, a long, wet, sloppy kiss with even more passion and urgency than the first.
We pressed our bodies tightly together. Her hips moved even more tightly against mine. I could feel her pubic mound start grinding, and I knew she could feel how my penis was responding, growing and pulsing in my pants.
Again my hands explored her back, up and down. I could easily feel her bra strap beneath the flimsy fabric of her blouse. I couldn't stop my hand from rubbing its way to her side and around to the front, finding her stomach and kneading the flesh beneath my fingers.
I don't know what came over me. I should have stopped, saying how not right this was. But I was operating without any controls now. I moved my hand slowly upwards, finally cupping one of her breasts. As I first touched it, Rebecca moaned into my mouth, initializing a renewed passion in our kiss.
I pushed her back against her car. Her upper body leaning back against the driver's side window, her hips thrust out further towards me. I pressed my hips firmly back against her, my penis grinding up and down on her pubic mound.
"It's all over now," I thought to myself. "The cat's out of the bag now."
My hand continued to massage Rebecca's breast. I felt one of her hands come to rest on my ass, kneading one of my cheeks. I was really griding hard on her vagina, and she was griding back. I could just image how juicy and big her vagina must be and how easily my hardened penis would slide into it.
We broke off our kiss and laid our chins on each others' shoulders while still grinding our hips together. I pushed off her slightly, keeping our pelvises touching and used both hands to massage her breasts. Rebecca looked at me with those big, loving eyes, both her hands now kneading my butt.
I pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her pants and slowly massaged my way up her stomach to her bra-covered breasts. I quickly unsnapped the front catch of her bra. Her breasts popped out and my greedy hands cupped them right away.
Her nipples had hardened already. They felt so warm and firm to my fingers as I pinched them playfully and rubbed them lightly with my palms.
Rebecca's hands had moved around to my front and she, likewise, pulled the bottom hem of my shirt out of my pants, in the front at first, then moving around to the back.
Suddenly, she thrust both hands into the back of my pants, right into my underwear, grabbing both of my ass cheeks.
"Oooooo," she mouthed, then whispered, "I've been watching that ass of yours for a long time."
"Do you like what you feel?"
Rebecca nodded seductively in response.
"It's awfully tight in there," I half complained.
"Here, let me help you."
She pulled her hands out of the back of my pants and unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my pants. Her eyes locked on mine as she slowly pulled my zipper down.
My hands were still kneading her soft breasts and Rebecca again thrust her hands into the back of my pants. My underwear was totally exposed in the front, my engorged penis plainly bulging beneath the thin fabric of my briefs.
Her hands felt so warm and smooth as they massaged and kneaded the flesh of my ass. I decided to do a little more exploring, keeping one hand on a breast, and moving the other slowly down her stomach.
Rebecca was a slightly pump woman, and her stomach and abdomen stuck out a bit further than on many other women. But I found it extremely sexy as I felt the plump firmess of her stomach flesh in my hand. I playfully poked a finger in her navel and started rubbing my fingertips on the skin at the waistband of her pants.
With one hand I unfastened her pants and pulled her zipper down. The look on her face was wanton as I inched down across her abdomen. A small trail of hair led the way down her abdomen to her pubic thatch. I paused as I traveled downwards, rubbing my fingertips lightly over the soft growth. Rebeccas shuddered, bucking her hips uncontrollably.
The kneading of her hands on my ass became faster and more urgent as my fingers embedded themselves in her pubic jungle. Her bush was huge and my fingers became easily entagled in the undergrowth.
But then I came to the indentation at the top of her slit and started parting her outer labia with the tip of my middle finger.
"Oh god," Rebecca suddenly cried out, pushing her hips off the car door.
I could feel the wetness that had already begun to ooze from her vagina. My finger, lubricated by her juices, easily started slipping its way into her secret folds.
Suddenly, Rebecca opened her eyes as if waking from a dream.
"No! Wait!", she exclaimed. "Not like this!"
She pushed me away, not roughly, but with a firmness that said she was serious.
"I'm sorry. This is all wrong. You're married. I can't do this. It's clearly wrong."
I stared at her with wide eyes, not really knowing what to say or do. I pulled my hands out from under her blouse. She started fixing her bra and zipping her pants back up.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she hurriedly finshed arranging her clothes and getting in the car, closing the door behind her and driving off.
I stood there like a dummy in the parking lot, tucking my shirt back in and re-fastening my pants.
As I drove home, I knew Rebecca was right. It was indeed wrong of me to cheat on my wife. But I also knew that if Rebecca hadn't have broken it off, we would have had sex right there in the parking lot.
When I got back to the house, I could tell by her even and deep breathing that my wife was sound asleep. So she couldn't hear as I took my clothes off and masturbated at the bathroom sink.
It didn't take long as I smelled the dried juices from Rebecca's vagina on my finger. I came in deep, long spurts that seemed to come from my toes, spraying my streams of gooey white semen all over the back of the sink. I'd been so full and aching and to empty myself was such a welcome relief.
"Maybe I should have nudged my wife awake," I thought too late as I turned on the water and washed my come down the drain.
During the next morning at work I was totally pre-occupied with what had happened the night before. Up until last night I hadn't had any sexual thoughts about Rebecca. It's amazing how in the space of just a few minutes all that changed. And now I couldn't stop thinking about her.
I worried about it, too. I worried how that would change our relationship. I really did enjoy Rebecca as as friend and study partner. If last night was the one and only time we'd crossed the line, maybe we could still be as we were before. I wondered how it would be when we saw each other again this evening.
Just before noon the phone rang. I was expecting it to be one of our customers. They always seemed to have this knack of calling me right before lunch or right before quitting time, pretending that they didn't know what time it was for me.
"Are you mad at me?", Rebecca's voice asked.
"How could I be mad at you?", I answered with another question.
"You know - about last night. You must think I'm some kind of slut or dick tease."
"I think nothing of the sort. We almost went too far, but I'm prepared to forget about it if you are. It was a close call, but we caught ourselves just in time before anything happened that we'd have a hard time taking back."
"How far would you have gone if I hadn't backed away?"
"I don't know," I lied. I would have pumped her senseless right in the parking lot. I was out of control, crazy with desire.
"For a minute or two, I wanted you more than anything else in the world. I hadn't felt those feelings in a very long time, not since the last time I made love with my ex-husband. In fact, that was the last time I ever made love."
My penis was starting to get hard remembering how juicy her vagina had been and how tangled my fingers had gotten in her bush.
"But even so, I was still so horny that when I got home I had to get into the tub to masturbate."
"The tub?", I asked.
"Yeah. I lay down on my back and run water on myself until I come."
My penis pulsed rapidly in my pants at the thought of Rebecca's naked pussy under the stream of water.
"I thought of you when I was coming. I closed my eyes and there you were," Rebecca continued.
I sat there in silence, penis pulsing, at a complete loss of words.
"How about you?", Rebecca asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Did you have to make yourself come, too?"
"Yes. I masturbated when I got home. I had to. I had a severe ache that had to be relieved."
"How did you do it, I mean how do guys masturbate?"
"I just used my hand. I had so much pressure that it took only a couple of strokes."
"Did you think of me when you came?"
"How could I not be thinking of you? You had me so worked up when I closed my eyes I could see only you."
"I'm sorry," she said. It sounded very sincere. "I never meant for it to go as far as it did. I was just going to give you a quick kiss, but then I got carried away."
"Yeah, I got carried away, too."
"So I'll see you this evening at school?"
"Yes, of course."
"OK. See you then. Bye-bye."
Rebecca hung up before I could say good-bye in return.
For the rest of the day I continued to think about her and our phone conversation. We had both revealed to each other that we had masturbated because of what we had done in the parking lot last night. Even if we never had sexual relations ever again, I would never be able to look at her again without thinking of her soft breasts and how they felt in my hands, or the trail of tiny hairs from her navel down to her bush, or her slippery slit as I gently pushed my finger between her labia. I would always remember her soft hands on my ass, kneading my cheeks. We might be able to carry on with school and friendship much as we had before, but, no, things would never be the same.
That evening at school, Rebecca acted as if nothing had happened. She was the same, delightful, smiling woman I had known for all these many months. But after school, I expected that our conversation would not be as long as it had become, neither would I be walking her to her car.
I was surprised when Rebecca started chatting away just like on any other previous night. Based on the way she was talking and gesturing, last night had been forgotten. I, too, found myself being drawn in to her easy way of talking.
We chatted for a while, then she asked me if I would mind walking her to her car.
"I won't be upset if you say no," she pleaded. "I'll understand."
"No, that's OK. I don't mind."
Rebecca smiled sweetly as we gathered up our things and headed out the door.
"Tell me more about how guys masturbate," she said suddenly, taking me by surprise.
I was at a complete loss for words.
"How did you do it last night?", she continued.
"Well," I stammered, "I rub my fingers up and down until..."
"Do you rub the complete shaft or just in a certain place?", Rebecca cut me off before I could finish.
"I rub the sensitive place right under the head."
I was getting a little embarrassed talking about it. It really wasn't the kind of topic guys usually talked about, even with someone with whom they've been sexually intimate.
"You mean right where the head ends and meets the main shaft?"
"Yes, right there."
"When you came last night, you said you had a lot of built up pressure. Did it hurt when you came?"
"No, it felt great when I ejaculated. It was hurting from all the pressure before I came."
"I did that to you, huh?"
"Well, maybe. I think both of us contributed to it equally."
"It makes me feel good that you thought of me when you were coming. Did you come a lot?"
"Yes, quite a bit, actually. More so than usual."
"Did it shoot out far?"
"The first couple of spurts hit the back of the sink."
"Wow!", Rebecca said. "Do you want to know how I did it?"
"OK," I said, "tell me."
"Well, as I said, I took all my clothes off and ran the water until it got warm. Then I got in the tub and laid down on my back. I put my feet up on the wall over the faucet until I could get my pussy under the water. I have to find just the right position so that my clitoris is right in the middle of the stream. I stay like that until I come."
As she was talking I could imagine her in the tub with her legs in the air, pussy exposed, water running over her labia, her vaginal muscles squeezing as the rapture washed over her.
"Any questions?", Rebecca asked.
"Do you do this often?"
"At least several times a week since my divorce."
"How did you learn how to do it this way?"
"Oh, we girls share information like this."
My penis had perked to life, even as I was answering Rebecca's questions about how I had masturbated. And now hearing her describe her own orgasm made me even harder.
We arrived at her car and stood facing each other in an awkward silence.
"Thanks for being so understanding," Rebecca said. "If you weren't married I'd have jumped your bones long ago."
"Thanks for the compliment," I laughed. "If you hadn't stopped us last night I would have not been able to stop myself from making love with you."
"I know. I wanted you so badly. Well, good night," she said, still standing there facing me.
I bent forward to give her a hug, my hips well back of hers. Rebecca placed her hands on my waist as our cheeks touched. As we pulled back from the hug, her eyes told me she was still full of desire.
Her hands were still on my waist as I looked into her eyes. My hand went up to her cheek and she pressed her face into my palm.
"Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."
We continued to stand there looking at each other, not wanting to leave, but knowing we had to before something happened.
Rebecca turned her head and kissed my palm. The electric feeling traveled up my arm and down to my penis, pulsing in my pants.
"Ohhhhh," the whispered sound escaped my lips.
Rebecca opened her mouth and I could feel the tip of her tongue on my palm, flicking on my skin. My penis was becoming fully engorged and I could feel the same aching feeling from last night returning. I knew I would have to masturbate again when I got home.
"Please stop," I whispered pleadingly. "If you continue I can't be responsible for what happens."
"Just a little something to help you when you're at the sink later tonight. I think you'll know where I'll be."
Rebecca release my hand and got in her car. Right before driving off she rolled down the window and said, "Think of me when you come." Then she pursed her lips in an air kiss and drove away. I watched until her car disappeared from sight around the corner.
As I had the previous evening, I drove back home in silence with visions of Rebecca in my head.