I had my hand around the nice hard cock I’d fished out of his shorts. It ought to fill my pussy just fine, if the considerable experience with such things was any guide. I was damn horny. My useless husband hadn’t stuck his in me for two weeks. To hell with him. I needed fucking.

This was a new acquaintance. We’d just met a little while ago at church. I asked this nice young man if he would accompany me to dinner. My husband wouldn’t be caught dead in church and was probably watching some kind of ball game or other. I preferred ball games that weren’t on television and had a hard prick to go along with them. I’d hoped that Matt was well equipped.

I pushed wine on him and then asked for a walk in a rather secluded place by a river that I’d used to get laid several times before. Just so you know, I have no big attachment to monogamy when my needs aren’t getting satisfied. My best guess is that my husband subscribes to the “don’t ask, don’t tell” philosophy. It’s never mentioned.