Both I and the mature woman were having affairs outside.

It's said that the first step to successfully solving a problem is to acknowledge it as a problem. Once you acknowledge it, you can start figuring out how to solve it. Okay, then I'll admit it. I am indeed a cheating bastard!
I admit that for 27 years of marriage, I've been cheating on my wife with other women. In fact, I was constantly seeing other women even when we were dating. Now that I've acknowledged the problem, the next step is figuring out how to solve it. I love my wife very much and really don't want to lose her. What should
I do? I feel like I could cut off my own penis! I found a psychoanalyst to analyze my psychology. During our second conversation, he asked me to write down everything I've ever done related to sex. Where should I begin? I think I'll start from before I met Meg (my wife).
The story should begin when I accidentally discovered my aunt Mildred's affair with the postman. Mildred is my uncle Wendell's wife. Because their house was destroyed and they hadn't found a new place to live, they were temporarily staying with us.
One day, I missed school because of a cold. A sudden scream woke me from my sleep. I got out of bed and went to see what was happening. The sound was coming from my parents' bedroom, so I crossed the living room towards them. The bedroom door was ajar, and through the crack, I saw my aunt Mildred lying on the bed screaming, while a man in a mailman's uniform was violently having sex with her.
At first, I thought he was raping my aunt and was about to grab my baseball bat to teach him a lesson. But just as I was about to turn around, I heard my aunt yell, "Oh God, fuck me harder, my dear baby, fuck me harder!"
They were having an affair! I should have run back to my own bedroom, but I didn't. I was very curious about what men and women did, and since they hadn't noticed me, I decided to peek and satisfy my curiosity. Actually, it wasn't just my curiosity; it was also my sexual fantasy.
Of course, my sexual fantasy wasn't about their affair itself, but about my aunt Mildred. I'm no longer a virgin. I've had sex with two girls around my age, but they were just little girls. I prefer mature women like my aunt.
The breasts of the two girls I slept with weren't fully developed; their small mounds couldn't even fill my hand.
But Aunt Mildred's breasts looked so full, so visually striking. When I had sex with the other two girls, they would always say, "Oh, be gentle, don't be so rough, I can't take it."
But Aunt Mildred would yell, "Fuck me, fuck me harder, harder!"
During sex, the other girls always seemed very tense, constantly worrying about whether the condom was still on my penis, while Aunt Mildred was so uninhibited, not only letting the postman fuck her hard but also begging him to ejaculate inside her.
What excited me most were Aunt Mildred's stockings, garter belts, and high heels. Just seeing her in those sexy high heels made me erect. Similarly, whenever my high school English teacher sat on the podium, swinging her high-heeled feet as she taught us, I would think of my aunt's sexy long legs and small feet, and I couldn't help but masturbate in the classroom.
So, while indulging in these fantasies, I watched, as if nailed to the spot, as my aunt and the postman fucked the bed until the floor shook violently. Suddenly, the postman gasped and yelled, "Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum, you slut! I'm going to fill your cunt!"
Startled awake by his shout, I knew they would find out if I didn't leave, so I quickly and quietly ran back to my bedroom. Lying in bed, I recalled the exciting scene while stroking my hard penis. I heard the door open and close outside. Two minutes later, my bedroom door was pushed open, and Aunt Mildred walked in, her large breasts fully exposed.
She walked up to me, lifted the blanket, looked at my penis in my hand, and said, "Are you planning to tell someone?"
Clearly, she had discovered I had been spying on them.
I had never thought about this before, so I didn't know how to answer. I didn't know what she was thinking either, but I felt she thought I would tell, because she said to me, "Tom, if you'll keep this a secret, I can give you oral sex."
Again, I didn't know what to say or do, but I couldn't possibly tell Uncle Wendell. Although I wasn't a child anymore, I was still a clueless, inexperienced 18-year-old, completely clueless about how to handle such a sudden situation.
Similarly, my aunt thought my hesitation meant that oral sex alone wasn't enough to keep her secret, because she said, "Okay, okay, I'll give you oral sex first, then you can have sex with me."
I was secretly overjoyed, but my mouth was too clumsy to answer. Seeing that I didn't speak, my aunt said eagerly, "How about this, besides letting you do it today, you can do it to me for another week. You can do it whenever you want this week, is that alright?"
I was so excited I couldn't speak, I could only nod in agreement. My aunt Mildred's tense expression immediately relaxed. She sat down beside my bed, reached out and removed my hand from my penis, rubbed my glans a few times with her fingers, and asked, "Are you going to school today?"
I shook my head.
"Great, darling, even though Bert (the postman) is gone, I'm still excited. Ready, darling?"
Before I could answer, my aunt Mildred lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth, sucking and licking it with her lips and tongue. At the same time, one of her hands rubbed my testicles, while the other hand moved along my penis. Oh, this feeling was so wonderful! This was my first time experiencing oral sex from a woman, and I felt like I was flying to heaven with comfort and excitement.
Aunt Mildred took it deeper, starting to give me deepthroating. It was the first time I'd ever experienced such stimulation, and I couldn't control myself any longer; a large gush of semen shot into her mouth and throat. She tightly enveloped my penis with her lips, her tongue teasing the glans, making me ejaculate all my semen into her mouth before slowly swallowing it. Then she continued sucking until I became hard again.
Aunt Mildred climbed up, straddled me, and took my hard penis into her body, then began to thrust up and down. Oh, it felt so good! Before, when I had sex with those two girls, Sally and Ruth, I thought I was experiencing the most pleasurable sex, but Aunt Mildred showed me that having sex with those two girls was nothing compared to this!
"Come on, my darling, I need you. Don't be so gentle with me, just fuck me hard!"
Great, Aunt Mildred isn't as delicate as those two girls. Thinking this, I roughly flipped her over and lay on top of her. With this movement, my penis slipped out of her wet vagina, reminding me that there was probably still a lot of that postman's semen inside her. This was the first time I'd fucked a cunt covered in semen!
"Come on, thrust it in again, fuck me hard, come on, fuck me!"
I thrust forward, my thick cock plunging all the way into Aunt Mildred's vagina, making her scream again, "Oh, good, fuck me hard, oh Tom, fuck me hard!"
She held my buttocks with both hands, wrapped her legs around my waist, and thrust her hips upwards to meet my thrusting movements, moaning incessantly, "Oh, yes, yes, oh, good, oh, fuck me, my baby, harder, harder!"
In the room, besides her moans, there were my heavy breathing and the slapping sounds of my testicles hitting her buttocks. After about five minutes of thrusting, I felt my testicles tighten, knowing I was about to ejaculate again. My aunt sensed it too and shouted even louder, "Shoot, shoot, my baby, shoot it all inside, I want your semen!"
My body convulsed twice, and I ejaculated a large amount of semen into my aunt's vagina. I felt the muscles inside her vagina contracting powerfully, gripping my penis tightly, wriggling and squeezing it, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen.
"That was great, darling,"
she said, watching me withdraw from her body. "For a young man like you, you did very well, but you can do even better. I'm looking forward to seeing you do even better. But not now, Tom, your parents and your Uncle Wendell will be back soon, we need to get ready quickly. What time do you finish school tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow at 2 pm."
"Good, darling, then we'll wait until then. Get a good rest tonight, I hope you'll be stronger tomorrow."
During dinner, I was incredibly anxious, terrified that my parents and Uncle Wendell would discover what my aunt and I had done. Every time Uncle Wendell looked my way, I felt like he was saying, "You little rascal, I know you slept with my wife!"
I finished my meal in a few bites, and before dessert even arrived, I left the kitchen and ran back to my room.
I locked myself in my room, replaying the events of the day in my mind, feeling like everything was over.
The next day in class, I was completely distracted. I didn't hear a word the teacher said; all I could think about was my aunt waiting for me at home to fuck her. As soon as the bell rang, I dashed home and rushed upstairs to my bedroom, knowing Aunt Mildred would be there waiting for me.
But to my surprise, she wasn't alone in the bedroom. I saw her kneeling on the bed through the open door, Bert fucking her hard from behind. Mildred saw me standing in the doorway, pursed her lips, and blew me a kiss. I turned and ran back to my bedroom.
I know it was stupid, but I truly felt betrayed, manipulated. She promised to wait for me, but instead, she was having a wild time with that bastard postman. Just as I sat on the bed, fuming and stunned, facing the wall, Aunt Mildred walked in.
Just like yesterday, she was only wearing high heels, stockings, and garter belts. I noticed a trail of semen running down her inner thigh from her vaginal opening to her knee. Seeing her so wanton, although I was still furious, my penis was already hard and erect.
"I'm ready, darling, why aren't you ready yet? Come on, hurry up and take off your clothes,"
she said to me.
As I undressed, I sensed a subtle change in things. Yesterday, Aunt Mildred had been hesitant, observing, and timid, but today she had become very serious, even somewhat like she was taking the lead, which was even more obvious when I was naked and ready to make love to her.
I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and saying to me, "Come on, lick my vulva first."
I stood there, not moving, looking at her with my hard penis.
"What's wrong, Tom? Come on, come here, Auntie wants you to lick me first."
I stood there looking at her, thinking that this was not what I had imagined. I thought she would suck my penis first, then lie on the bed and let me fuck her hard. Now she's making me lick her vulva? That's disgusting!
"Tom, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and lick me."
I hesitated for a long time before finally saying to her, "No, I don't want to."
"Why?"
"You have something dirty coming out."
"I know, darling, that's why I want you to lick me. I want you to lick me clean. Come on, lick me clean."
"No! No way!"
"Don't make me angry, Tom, come and lick!"
"No!"
"Really not? Okay, listen to me, you little bastard! You have no right to say no to me. Ever since you fucked me yesterday, all your power is in my hands. You can only say those bullshit things to yourself, not to me. All you have to do is obey my orders. Your uncle Wendell will definitely believe what I say, but whether your parents will believe you is another matter. Do you want to try? Do you want to?"
In fact, I was very afraid of this situation, and my aunt could tell from my expression.
"I hope you can turn things around for the better. You can be our family's stallion, fuck whichever cunt you want anytime, anywhere, what's wrong with that? The only thing you need to understand is that in this deal, I'm the boss, and you have to do as I say. Okay, now stop talking and come lick my cunt."
"No, I don't know how, I don't know how."
I was still struggling.
"Of course, Tom, there are many things you don't know, many things you can't do. I'll teach you slowly later, this is your first lesson."
As I knelt between her legs, looking at her filthy cunt, a strong stench filled my nostrils. I could see that Bert's semen had formed a milky white film covering her labia, and a few drops of cloudy white semen were also stuck to her pubic hair. For some reason, looking at the semen on her pubic hair, I suddenly thought of the dewdrops on the grass in the morning.
"Come on, darling, learn today's lesson well,"
Aunt Mildred said to me.
I knew I had to eat the semen Bert ejaculated inside my aunt's vagina today, so I followed her instructions and knelt down to lick her vulva. I first licked her vulva back and forth a few times with my tongue, then used my fingers to separate her labia, preparing to lick her vagina.
At this moment, I saw a large amount of semen flowing out of her vaginal opening, and my stomach churned; I almost vomited. I suppressed the nausea and stretched out my tongue to lick the inside of her vaginal opening, consuming the semen that was stuck there little by little.
"Oh, so good, put your tongue inside my cunt, darling, and then move it back and forth, yes, very good, did you taste Bert's semen? It's so delicious, eat it all he shot in, darling, it will make your cock harder."
I licked Bert's semen vigorously, and was surprised to find that it wasn't actually that bad, just a little salty.
"Oh, so good, darling, move your tongue hard, lick me clean inside and out,"
Aunt Mildred moaned.
Her vagina trembled and writhed; I could feel she was incredibly aroused, so I licked and ate her vagina even more diligently. I licked and ate, swallowing the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. Aunt Mildred placed her hand on the back of my head, pressing my face tightly against her vulva, swaying her hips to smear the semen and vaginal fluid all over my face.
Finally, she was satisfied, pushed me away, and said with a smile, "For a child licking a woman's vulva for the first time, you did a good job. I'll have you practice more in the future. Okay, that's enough for today; your parents will be back soon."
In the three months between then and Uncle Wendell's move away, Aunt Mildred gave me several more sex education sessions. Some of what she taught me I liked, and some I didn't.
I don't like sitting in the bathtub and letting her pee on me, but I like doing 69 with her; I don't like her handcuffing my hands behind my back and hitting my ass with a ping-pong ball, but I like her giving me oral sex; she likes to play sadomasochistic games, often making me stick sewing needles into her nipples and hit her ass with a ping-pong ball, but I don't like that, I still prefer her kneeling on the bed and me having sex with her like a dog.
Besides sadomasochistic games, Aunt Mildred's favorite thing is having me lick her semen after she's had sex with Bert or other men. Although I don't like the taste of those men's semen, I know that licking it doesn't harm me and makes Aunt Mildred more excited to have sex with me.
She also likes anal sex, and under her guidance, I learned how to have anal sex with women so that they don't feel pain, only stimulation and pleasure. I really like the feeling of her sphincter gripping my penis, and I also like ejaculating into her rectum.
One day, Aunt Mildred brought out a dildo and said she wanted to insert it into my anus. "Come on, darling, stick your ass out and let me play with your anus."
"No!"
"Come on, Tom, bend over, you'll like it."
"No, take that thing away!"
My aunt ignored my resistance; she was determined to do what she wanted. Despite my constant writhing, she forced me down on the bed and inserted the cold metal rod into my anus. She held the dildo and thrust it in and out of my anus, making my ass burn. I finally couldn't take it anymore and rolled over, shoving her onto the bed. To my surprise, I realized that she had already reached orgasm while playing with my anus. I quickly got dressed and ran out of that hellish house.
One evening, during dinner, Uncle Wendell said that their new house was ready and they would be moving back in a few days. Ever since my aunt Mildred forced herself on me anally, I've been afraid to stay home alone. I go to school early every morning, and after school, I study in the school library until my parents get off work before going home. So, I haven't had sex with Aunt Mildred since then.
The time I spent with her taught me a lot and greatly increased my confidence when interacting with girls my age. However, what truly helped me in my relationships with girls was what I learned from my male friends.
Those guys told me a lot about their relationships with girls, how they treated them, and what those girls did to them. I was very surprised to learn that they had so many different kinds of sexual experiences. But I never dared to tell them about my relationship with Aunt Mildred; I just boasted that I had been with many girls too.
I would tell them, "If you want to get a girl excited, the best way is to lick her vulva. If you do it well, she'll let you do it easily."
One day, I was bragging to a few friends when we saw our classmate Becky Dowds walk by. I said to them, "Look, I really want to bury my face between her legs and lick her vulva."
One of my friends cheered, "Haha, great! If you dare to lick it, Butch (her boyfriend) will definitely beat you to a pulp."
"Damn it, I don't want to steal her from him, I'm just playing around."
"Okay, I don't think you can steal her from him anyway."
"Oh, you never know. If he hasn't licked her, maybe I'll have a chance."
Unexpectedly, those boys told their girlfriends what I said, and their girlfriends passed it on, until it reached Becky's ears. One day, I was sitting in the small café in our school's student activity center, drinking coffee and organizing my notes from the previous class, when someone sat down directly across from me. I looked up and saw it was Becky.
She didn't waste any words and asked directly, "Is that really what you meant?"
"What really I meant?"
"You said you wanted to lick my genitals."
If I hadn't had that affair with Aunt Mildred, I might have blushed upon hearing such a thing. Now, after that ordeal, I've become impervious to embarrassment. I looked into her eyes and calmly said, "That's what I meant, so what, Becky?" "I really want to
experience being licked by a man, but Butch refuses to lick my genitals. I heard you said something like that. Are you really willing to do it?"
"Can you guarantee this will only be a secret between the two of us? I don't want to fight with Butch."
"I won't tell him, Tom. Only heaven, earth, you, and I know. No one else will know."
"Becky, you have to understand, I don't do one-sided things. If I lick your genitals, you have to lick mine, and I have to fuck your cunt."
Becky hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay then."
"Alright, let's do it." With
that, I stood up.
Becky asked, "Where are you going?"
"Let's go to my place, we'll do it there."
She blushed, a little flustered, and said, "No, not today, Tom, let's do it tomorrow."
"Why not now? Don't you have class today?"
"I...I...I just can't now, Tom."
"Looks like you don't really want to do it, right? Just teasing me, aren't you?"
"No, no, Tom, I really want to."
"Then let's go."
"No, Tom, not now."
"Then tell me why you can't, and if your reason is reasonable, we won't do it today."
"I...I...just had sex with Butch..."
"So what?"
"I didn't wash myself properly, Tom, I'm afraid...can we wait until tomorrow?"
I understood what she meant; her vagina was still full of her boyfriend's semen. At this point, I considered two issues. First, if I let Becky go now, she might change her mind tomorrow and I wouldn't have the chance to sleep with her. Becky had always been the object of my fantasies. Second, during the time I was having sex with my aunt, I had already swallowed other men's semen into her vagina many times, and I knew that it didn't do me any harm.
So I held out a hand to her and said, "It's okay...it just adds a bit of flavor, Becky, let's go."
As we walked towards my car, Becky nervously looked around, as if afraid someone would see her with me. After getting into my car, she curled up in the seat to avoid being seen by anyone outside.
"Don't be so nervous, Becky, no one will notice us."
"I'm sorry, but they've all heard about you wanting to lick my vulva. I'm afraid someone will see us together and assume we're doing 'that,' and then go tell Butch."
In my room, I helped her undress, then stood there admiring the beautiful curves of her sexy body before carrying her to the bed. I placed a pillow under her buttocks to elevate her vulva, then lowered my head to her tender little hole that I had been dreaming of.
A uniquely feminine, clean scent wafted from between her legs, and I excitedly realized that this secret part belonging to another man was about to be freely played with by me.
I reached out and stroked her mons pubis, my fingers probing down to rub her moist labia. Slowly, I inserted a finger into her vagina, causing her to moan softly. My finger continued to probe deeper, while my thumb rubbed her clitoris, making her moans louder.
When my lips touched her labia, her body trembled as if electrocuted. My tongue licked back and forth between her labia majora, minora, and clitoris, stimulating her to raise her buttocks, trying to bring her vulva closer to my mouth. My licking and sucking made her scream and moan loudly.
"Oh, God, oh my God…"
she moaned, her hands pressing tightly against my head, as if afraid my mouth would leave her body. As I increased the intensity of my licking and sucking, her cries grew louder: "Oh, oh, oh, so good... oh, oh..."
My tongue and lips continued their work, my tongue tip having licked every sensitive area of Becky's vaginal opening, stimulating her until her whole body trembled. Suddenly, her body convulsed, her back arched violently, and she screamed loudly: "Ahhh, I'm going to die..."
She had reached orgasm for the first time during oral sex.
I let her rest for a while, then called her: "Becky."
"Mmm..." "
Did you like it?"
"Do you even need to ask?"
"I just wanted to confirm. I wanted to know if you got what you wanted, and also to remind you of the agreement we made."
"What agreement?"
"Mutual service, darling,"
I said, pointing to my erect penis.
"What do you want, oral sex or intercourse?"
"I want both."
"I'm lying right here, completely naked, legs wide open. You can see I'm soaking wet, so it wouldn't be difficult for you to stick a telephone pole in, right? So, let's have sex first, okay, Tom?"
After a passionate encounter, we were both extremely satisfied. Afterwards, while getting dressed, she said to me, "You won't go out and brag to your cronies, will you? I don't want Butch to know about this."
"Of course not, Becky. If I go around telling everyone, I might not get another chance. I want to keep making love with you, don't you want to?"
Becky looked away, and after a long time, she whispered, "Yes, I want to too."
Although Becky promised to keep it a secret, it was obvious that she couldn't help but tell a few of her close friends, who in turn told other girls, because I had suddenly become very popular with them.
This was both exciting and dangerous for me. Exciting because the girls were all actively seeking me out for sex, and dangerous because they all had boyfriends.
The only reason they liked having sex with me was because of my exceptional oral sex skills. Although they still loved their boyfriends, they all desperately craved at least one of the incredibly pleasurable oral sex services Becky described. In fact, deep down, I only wanted to maintain that kind of relationship with Becky.
I had sex with a new girl every week; they didn't really want a long-term relationship with me, they were just curious to verify the rumors about my oral sex skills. Once confirmed, they would go back to their boyfriends, though some girls would come back to me after a while.
I didn't have a steady girlfriend, but I didn't want one either. Since I could have pleasurable sex with girls every week, there was no need to bother with a regular one. However, my thinking changed after I met Meg.
The first time I saw Meg, I felt I should break free from that promiscuous and chaotic life. For me, it was love at first sight, and I decided I had to win her over. First, I had to cut off all contact with other girls, but that was easier said than done. Getting girls who had experienced my amazing oral sex skills to give up that enjoyment wasn't easy.
However, for Meg's sake, I successfully said goodbye to all the other girls. Then I started dating her, established a stable relationship, and finally, I naturally proposed to her, which she happily accepted.
But the day after I put the engagement ring on her finger, I did something that betrayed her.
To be honest, I did something to maintain our relationship, but that sounds like I was getting the better end of the deal, but it was true.
Meg wasn't a local; she was living there for work. Since she hadn't been there long, she didn't have many friends, and she wasn't part of my social circle, so she knew nothing about my past. Of course, I couldn't tell her about my past.
The day after our engagement, I took Meg to a party, where I ran into a woman I had dated before named Marlene Ames. As soon as she saw me, she excitedly ran over and said, "Hey, my golden-tongued hero, where have I been lately?"
"I'm here, Marlene."
"What? I haven't been able to find you, darling. I'm leaving soon, Tom, so I'd love for you to lick my pussy one more time. When are you free?"
"Sorry, Marlene, I can't play around now. I'm engaged, I can't do this anymore."
"Don't joke around, what engagement? Don't you still meet Becky every week? If you don't want her husband Butch to know about you two, don't give me that 'can't play around' or 'engaged' nonsense."
I wasn't sure if Marlene would really tell Butch, but I didn't dare risk it. Butch was a hot-tempered man; if he found out about my affair with his wife, he'd fight me to the death. Then Meg would know what I'd done, and our relationship might be over. Thinking of this, I glanced at Meg, who was chatting with several women in the distance. I was really afraid that she would find out about my affair with those women, so I had no choice but to say to Marlene, "Okay, I'll go with you."
We left the bar together, and she asked me where I had parked the car. I had a sudden idea and lied that I hadn't driven here, and asked her to ask her husband, Hal, for the car keys, because I had just seen her husband in the bar.
"That won't do. What if he asks me where I'm going? What am I supposed to say?"
"But I don't want to do that in the parking lot or on the grass either. Forget it, let's not do it."
Saying this, I tried to go back to the bar.
Marlene grabbed my arm and said, "No, let's find somewhere else, let's go to that hotel over there."
When we got to the hotel, Marlene paid for a room and then pulled me upstairs. I really didn't want to have anything to do with a woman like that anymore, but to keep her from telling Meg about my past, I reluctantly agreed. Once in the room, Marlene immediately took off her skirt, revealing her already wet vulva to me.
She lay on the bed, spreading her legs as wide as possible. I saw that her labia were somewhat red and swollen, clearly indicating she had just been fucked; some semen was flowing down her labia onto her anus. I thought to myself, this woman is really slutty; she's still not satisfied after just being fucked. Thinking this, I took off my pants.
Marlene, seeing that I hadn't started licking her, asked, "Why aren't you coming yet?"
"You should know the rules, Marlene, I have to finish fucking first before I eat."
"But we don't have much time, you should eat first."
"No way! I have to fuck you first."
Saying this, I shoved my penis into her vagina, which was full of semen. For me, fucking someone else's wife felt amazing.
"Before you came to find me, did you just fuck Hal?"
She didn't answer. I knew she must have slept with another man at the party, so I laughed and asked her again, "Does your husband know how slutty you are?"
"No,"
she whispered.
"Ha, so you dared to blackmail me just now? Fine, since you want to tell Butch, I can tell your husband Hal too. I want him to know how slutty his wife is. How about it?"
After saying this, I stared intently into her eyes.
"So what do you want to do?"
"What do you want me to do, Marlene?"
"I don't want you to tell Hal, okay?"
"Oh, well, Marlene, your big ass is full of semen, do you really think I want to fuck your filthy cunt?"
"Aren't you fucking me right now?"
"It's just a deal, Marlene, we each get what we want."
I spread her legs, inserted two fingers into her vagina and stirred them around, then lowered my head and inserted my tongue into her vagina. My fingers and tongue moved alternately in and out of her vagina, licking the semen inside her vagina clean.
Then, I sucked on her clitoris, stimulating her to moan softly. Suddenly, I realized we couldn't leave the party for too long, so I quickened the movements of my tongue, while simultaneously inserting a finger into her anus and thrusting it in and out forcefully. Soon, she reached orgasm, pressing her hands against my head and crying out loudly.
I struggled to lift my head and said to her, "I really want to fuck you again, but we've been away from the party for too long, let's hurry back."
Thankfully, when we got back to the party, Hal was still there drinking non-stop, and Meg was chatting happily with several women; none of them had noticed we'd been gone so long. Seeing that everything was normal, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
This was the first time I'd lied to Meg, but it wouldn't be the last. Marlene was just one of my many extramarital affairs. Obviously, Marlene had told her close friends about our affair at the party, and those women had approached me in the same way, threatening to tell Meg about everything I'd done before and what Marlene had done at the party if I didn't continue having sex with them. To keep Meg's secret, I had no choice but to agree to their demands.
To be honest, I both enjoyed having sex with those women and disliked being entangled with them.
I disliked it because it hurt Meg, but I enjoyed it because the sex was so exciting. Besides, having sex with those women kept me from being sexually frustrated. Meg insisted on waiting until after our marriage to have sex with me. So, despite our frequent kissing and hugging, she never allowed me to cross her final line; she never even masturbated me.
Therefore, during the period between our engagement and the wedding, I secretly had sex with other women behind Meg's back. A year after our engagement, Meg and I finally got married. After the wedding, we both worked very hard, trying to earn more money to buy a big house. However, married life wasn't as perfect as I had hoped. This isn't to say we didn't love each other or weren't happy, but the sex life I expected wasn't very satisfying.
To be fair, our sex life wasn't bad, but it wasn't as exciting as I was used to or expected. Meg enjoyed sex, but she only wanted the traditional missionary position, with the lights off, and her wearing a nightgown with the hem pulled up to her waist. She didn't like oral sex—whether I did it for her or she did it for me—nor anal sex, nor did she like doggy style; she just wanted to lie there and have sex with me on top of her in the traditional way.
Sigh, what could I do? I loved her, after all! And so, we lived a quiet, uneventful married life. I guess this was my fate.
But three years into my marriage with Meg, that peaceful life was shattered. That day, I was busy at my desk when a voice suddenly called out, "Hi, hello, stranger!"
I looked up and saw the woman I'd grown up with. Becky looked the same; she was still as young and beautiful as when we were classmates in high school and college. The only difference was that she seemed more sexy and mature. She was wearing a delivery company uniform and told me that the driver who usually delivered our packages was sick, and she was covering his shift.
I stood up, excitedly hugged her, and asked if she had time for a coffee. She said no, "But if you'd like to treat me to a drink at Rocky's Bar later, I'd love to."
She said.
"Okay, I get off work at 5:30, let's meet there at 6,"
I replied.
When I arrived at the bar, she was already waiting for me. I sat down opposite her, ordered drinks from the waiter, and then we exchanged slightly awkward
pleasantries. "Do you remember the last time we met?"
she asked.
"Of course I remember."
"Even though I've broken up with Butch, my situation hasn't changed."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"I married a man, but like Butch, he refuses to lick my vulva or let me suck his penis. Do you still enjoy licking women?"
Normally, for someone already married like me, the wisest course of action would be to politely refuse her request and quickly find a way to leave her. However, I'm not a smart man, and at times like this, lust often cloudes my judgment. I couldn't help but think of Becky with my penis in her mouth, the feeling of being tightly gripped when I inserted it into her anus during our last meeting, and the pungent, stimulating smell of her vulva filled with Butch's semen.
Thinking about all the thrills I'd experienced, I couldn't help but answer, "I've always really enjoyed licking women, Becky. It's my favorite thing to do."
"Then hurry up and finish your drink, there's a motel across the street... or if you're interested..."
I took out my phone and called Meg, telling her I had to work overtime that night. Then, I smiled at Becky and said, "I'm ready, how about you?"
Her expression was the same as after I licked her and fucked her anus back then. Becky happily said to me, "My husband doesn't like fucking my anus either, do you have enough time to do that today?"
I looked at my watch and said, "That depends on you, on whether you can get me hard again quickly."
"If it's like before, I estimate it won't take you more than 3 minutes to get you hard again."
Of course, the feeling between us was still the same as before. After I ejaculated into her mouth, she quickly made me hard again. Then, she knelt on the bed, her head against the pillow, her buttocks sticking out, and turned to me, saying, "Please insert it slowly, my darling. I haven't been anally fucked in a long time, and I'm afraid I won't be used to it."
I got up from the bed, moved behind her, inserted two fingers into her vagina, moistened them with some of her vaginal fluid, and then inserted my fingers into her anus, lubricating and widening her sphincter. After thrusting for a while, I inserted a third finger into her anus, feeling her sphincter slowly adapt to the insertion of the foreign object, and her entire anus relaxed.
At this point, I knew she was ready, so I lifted my body, first inserting my hard penis into her overflowing vagina and thrusting a few times, covering my penis with slippery vaginal fluid, and then aiming the glans at her little asshole, slowly pushing it in.
"Oh, Tom, it hurts, it's so exciting, I really want you to fuck my anus."
I continued to thrust into her rectum, and with each inch I inserted, she cried out in pain. I paused briefly, waiting for her to adjust before continuing to penetrate. With her screams and moans, I finally inserted my entire penis into her rectum, and then began to slowly thrust. A few minutes later, she seemed to have fully adapted to the intrusion of my large penis, and began to arch her back to meet my thrusts.
"Oh, so good, so good, I haven't had this kind of stimulation in so long, oh, fuck me harder, Tom, fuck me!"
I fucked faster and harder, and soon I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I urged her to reach orgasm quickly. She listened to me, reaching down to vigorously rub her clitoris, and soon trembled all over as she reached orgasm: "Oh, oh, I'm coming, Tom, I'm coming, ahhhhh, shoot, shoot your semen into me, Tom, oh, I want your semen!"
I thrust a few more times, and ejaculated into her rectum. Then, I withdrew my penis, rolled over, and lay exhausted on the bed. Becky rolled over and lay down beside me, hugging me tightly. She reached out and stroked my limp penis, saying, "When can we do it again?"
"Whenever you want."
"My husband goes bowling with his friends on Tuesday nights, has a meeting on Thursday nights, and he plays golf every Saturday morning."
"I'm not sure if I can come out on Saturday, but Tuesday and Thursday should be fine."
She said with some disappointment, "Is Saturday really not possible?"
"Is Saturday that important?"
She gave a wicked smile and said, "Because he has sex with me every Saturday morning. I still remember how much stimulation you gave me every time you licked my vagina after Butch fucked me."
"I can't guarantee that I can see you every Saturday, but I'll try to arrange some dates on Saturdays."
I returned home with a little guilt. Meg saw me come in and kissed me.
"Have you eaten?"
Meg asked with concern, but the word "eat" reminded me of the scene where I pressed my face against Becky's vulva and licked her.
"No, I haven't eaten yet,"
I replied. "But I had lunch late, so I'm not hungry yet."
"Great. I've been sitting here daydreaming, imagining you and your secretary messing around on your desk in the office, and it's gotten so exciting. I want to make love to you right now."
With that, she pulled me towards the bedroom.
Once in bed, she turned off the light and said to me, "Come on, baby, I've missed you so much."
For the next four months, I went to Rocky Bar every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon after work to see Becky. We'd have a few drinks and then go to the motel across the street to have sex. To give Becky even more excitement, I also tried to find ways to go out with her on Saturdays so I could lick her cunt, which was filled with my husband's semen. However, one Saturday when I got home after having sex with Becky, Meg almost discovered our affair.
That day, I spent the whole morning having sex with Becky. During her multiple orgasms, she scratched and clawed at my back and the back of my thighs, leaving bright red nail marks all over them, some even breaking the skin. I got home around 3 p.m., and since Meg wasn't home, I quickly went to take a shower. But to my surprise, just as I finished showering and turned off the shower, Meg came back and went straight into the bathroom to pee.
Seeing my naked body, Meg immediately yelled, "My God, Tom, what happened to you? Your back and legs are covered in scratches!"
I turned around and saw my back and the back of my thighs in the mirror; they were covered in scratches from Becky's nails.
"Oh, it's nothing, I think I got them while I was fixing your car. I climbed under the car to check your exhaust system; the chassis is too low, climbing in and out is bound to hurt you,"
I said, trying to cover it up.
Luckily, she believed me. Since then, I've always worn a shirt when I make love to Becky to avoid getting hurt again. To cover up my Tuesday and Thursday dates with Becky, I told Meg that there was a promotion opportunity at work, and I had to work hard and put in extra hours to try and get it, so I often worked late into the night. To avoid her noticing that I only came home late on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I sometimes deliberately came home late on Mondays and Wednesdays.
Actually, I had already gotten the promotion, but I hadn't told Meg yet. So, I could confidently use the promotion as an excuse to date Becky, and then tell her I got the position if Meg asked about it later. Our production manager was retiring at the end of the year, and I had been chosen to succeed him. So, once I took over, that would naturally be the perfect excuse for working overtime.
Since I sometimes had to pretend to work overtime on Mondays and Thursdays, I had to find something to do after work.
So, after work, I went to a sports bar not far from our company. One Monday evening, as I was watching a football game in a sports bar, a woman came up and sat down next to me.
"Hey, brave sailor, can I get a drink?"
she said.
I turned and saw Martha, our company secretary, so I mimicked her tone and said, "I don't know if I can get you a drink, what good would it do me?"
"That depends, darling. Instead of going home, you're here all alone, are you looking for company?"
"Maybe. If there's a suitable companion, that wouldn't be bad."
"You're not a cop, are you?"
Her question confused me a bit, because she knew me, but I quickly realized she wanted to play a role-playing sex game with me; she was pretending to be a prostitute. I knew she was married, so I quickly glanced at her left hand and noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding ring.
I asked her in a low voice, "Was your husband secretly watching?"
"Yes."
"How far do you two go with this game?"
"He wants to go as far as possible."
"And you?"
"Generally, I try my best to satisfy him, but I'm not sure if I can meet his demands."
"Doesn't he know you know me?"
"No. He brought me here, made me choose a man, flirt with him, and prostitute myself for money, then my husband took me home for crazy sex."
"Oh, I see. Your husband brought you here to pretend to be a prostitute and find a man to prostitute yourself with. You weren't sure if you could do that with a stranger, and you saw me, thought I was safer, so you came to me, right?"
"Yes, you're very clever."
"So, what are you planning to do with me?"
"I want to persuade you to play this game with me."
"How?"
“Just pretend I flirt with you, then you take me outside, we chat for a bit, and then I come back and tell him I’ve already sold myself.”
I stared at her for a moment, then said, “Okay, let’s play like this. I’m going to the bathroom now, you go tell your husband you’ve seduced me, then we’ll go to the motel across the street. Do you want to play cards?”
“Yeah, why?”
“We’ll play cards in the motel room for a while. I think he’ll be waiting outside, so I need to stay in the room for at least half an hour.”
We walked out of the bar together and headed towards the motel. But halfway there, I turned into a shop.
“Why did we come here?”
she asked.
“To buy some props. You wait for me here.”
After saying that, I went into the shop. When I came out of the shop, I handed her a shopping bag.
“What’s in there?”
she asked, taking the shopping bag.
“Little things to excite your husband.”
She opened the bag and saw a bottle of lubricant, a pack of condoms, and a deck of cards inside.
I said to Martha, "If your husband follows us, he'll definitely wonder why we stopped here for a while. Just tell him I withdrew some money from the ATM and bought a pack of condoms."
"What's this?"
she asked, holding the lubricant. "Tear open the packaging, take out a condom, squeeze some lubricant in, and take it back to your husband. Tell him this is what he wants."
When we arrived at the hotel, I booked a room. Just as I was about to open the card box, I saw Martha start taking off her skirt. I
asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"I've decided to really do it. Since he wants me to, I'll do it for him,"
Martha replied.
"Are you really sure? We'll be working together every day from now on."
"That's exactly why I want to really do it. I know you, I trust you, I can't do this with a stranger."
Martha was a very beautiful woman, and since she wanted to do this, I couldn't disappoint her, so I started taking off my clothes too. At this point, Martha was completely naked, standing before me. I discovered she was bald.
"Oh my God,"
I said, "Looks like half an hour won't be enough."
"Why?"
"I've never licked a white tiger's vulva before."
"Oh, no, no, you can't lick me there."
"Why can't I?"
"No means no, you don't understand."
I laid her down on the bed, spread her legs, and lowered my head close to her vulva.
"No, no, Tom, don't do this, it's dirty there."
She covered her vulva and said.
"Dirty?"
"Yes, my husband just ejaculated inside me before I left home."
"Then I'm so grateful to him."
I said, pressing my face against her vulva and sticking out my tongue to lick her semen-filled vagina. "Oh..."
she moaned, weakly pushing my head away, "Don't do this, Tom, oh..."
Before she could finish speaking, my lips were already kissing her labia, and my tongue was immediately covered in the pungent semen.
My tongue stirred and licked inside her vagina, stimulating her to scream incessantly, and her feet were on my shoulders. After a while, having swallowed all the semen from her vagina, I began licking and kissing her clitoris while inserting a finger into her vagina. Then, while licking and kissing her clitoris, labia, and anus with my tongue, I inserted another finger into her vagina.
I greedily licked her vulva like a cat licking a delicious cake, feeling a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing out of her vagina, covering my face. Martha pressed my head down, saying she was about to climax, then she hugged my neck tightly, her body trembling violently.
After she slowly calmed down from her orgasm, I, with my hard penis, told her that it was now my turn to enjoy her body. As I spoke, I turned around and took a condom from the shopping bag. But before I could even tear open the packaging, Martha stopped me.
"Don't use that thing,"
she said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, that's what he wants too—to fill my vagina with semen."
In that case, I didn't need to hold back. I moved between her legs, rubbed my hard penis against her clitoris a few times, and then forcefully thrust it into her very slippery vagina, like a hard steel knife plunging into hot, soft butter—it felt incredibly good. Martha raised her buttocks to meet my thrusts, moaning softly, "Oh, yes, yes, good, so good..."
I really wished I could stay inside her forever, but she and her husband were playing a game of pretending to be prostitutes, and prostitutes want to finish their transactions as quickly as possible so they have time to serve the next client. Besides, her husband must be waiting for her outside; I didn't want him to suspect that I knew his wife.
So, I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts.
Martha cried out excitedly as I forcefully raped her, "Oh, yes, yes, like that, harder, fuck me harder!"
I felt my scrotum tighten, knowing I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust a few more times forcefully and ejaculated all my semen deep into her vagina.
While she was getting dressed, I took out my wallet, took out five $20 bills, and handed them to her.
"What are you doing?"
"You need to show your husband the money you earned."
"Hehe, no need. I withdrew some money on my way home from work. I'll give it to my husband and tell him it was from a client."
"How can that be? You have to take the money I gave you. That way you'll truly feel like you're having sex with a man for money. When you go back and have sex with your husband, it'll definitely feel more exciting."
"But this is too much! My husband only lets me sell myself for $50 a time."
"Then tell him I think you provide good service and are worth that much money. You should know your own worth."
"My worth?"
"You're a very, very good woman. It's a pity we don't have time for another round. Okay, take the money, let's go. I'll take you back to the bar, and I should go home too."
From that time on, Martha would blush whenever we met at the company. For me, seeing her like that made me hard. I couldn't forget her sexy body and warm vagina, and I longed to find an opportunity to relive our past. I felt it was best to let her know my thoughts and see her reaction, but it was better not to ask her directly to avoid awkwardness for both of us. I needed to find a more subtle approach.
That morning, on my way to the company, I stopped at that motel, booked a room, and got two room keys. At the company, I put one key, $50, and a note in an envelope and left it on Martha's desk beforehand. The note simply read, "See you at noon."
Around 11:30, I went to the room, picked up a book, and waited while reading. At 11:58, I heard the sound of a key opening the door.
Martha walked in and, seeing me, said urgently, "Why are you still dressed? I only have one hour for lunch."
From that lunch date onward, Martha and I began a four-month affair, until one day she told me she was pregnant and could no longer meet me.
"Why can't we go on dates? I heard from the doctor that as long as you're careful, you can have sex until you're eight months pregnant."
"I know. But I have to focus on my family and work, otherwise my husband Roger might suspect the child isn't his."
"Why would he suspect you?"
"You're not the only man I play the prostitute/client game with. Because he likes to see my vagina full of clients' semen, those men never use condoms."
"So, I could be the father too?"
"Yes, my love. Actually, you're the most likely father because you've had sex with me more times than any other man, including my husband."
"You think you're carrying my child?"
"No, my husband is Roger, so it can only be Roger's child. That's what I told him."
"What if it isn't?"
"There's no 'what if.' It was his idea to make me pretend to be a prostitute, and it was also his idea to have all the clients ejaculate directly inside me. He has to admit the child is his. You know, my lover? I miss you so much, because no man has ever licked my genitals like you did."
Pregnant women are truly sexy. For the next four months, seeing Martha at work every day but not being able to have sex with her made me increasingly sexually aroused, until she went on maternity leave and I started missing her less.
While dating Martha, I continued my sexual relationship with Becky, we met about once or twice a week. Navigating between Meg, Martha, and Becky, I felt like a very lucky man. But, just after Martha ended my relationship with her, one day Becky told me she was leaving our city; her husband had found a new job in another city, and they were moving there.
Suddenly losing two extramarital sexual partners left me feeling very depressed. Although I could enjoy sex with Meg every day, the stimulation and pleasure of oral and anal sex were gone.
One day, a month after Martha went on maternity leave, I found an envelope with my name on it on my desk when I got to work. I opened it and found a $20 bill, a key to room 112 of the Starlight Motel, and a note that read, "See you at noon." Seeing these things, I couldn't help but laugh. Martha was finally willing to have sex with me again.
Around 11:55 a.m., I arrived at room 112 of the motel, took out the key, and opened the door. A naked woman was lying on the large bed, but it wasn't Martha. She smiled at my surprised expression and said, "Hello, I'm Caitlin. Martha told me you're a fantastic oral sex expert!"
Hearing this, I knew she had been introduced by Martha, and I smiled as I undressed, saying, "That's right, I definitely won't disappoint you."
After having sex with Caitlin, she introduced me to Sarah. Later, through word of mouth from these women, I ended up having sex with Beverly Ann, Josh, Stephanie, and Maggie. Then, after a quiet period of about seven months, Monica, Judy, Jenny, Christie, and several other women whose names I can't even remember started seeking me out to lick their semen-filled cunts and have sex with me wildly.
This unrestrained sex with so many women greatly depleted my energy, making me somewhat unable to perform during sex with my wife, Meg, which naturally aroused her suspicion. I love Meg very much and don't want to lose my marriage and family, so I tried my best to get rid of those women's advances. I didn't want to lick any strange woman's cunt anymore, and I even started seeking help from sex and psychology experts.
However, breaking a sex addiction isn't easy; there are just too many temptations out there. Just yesterday, I received a call from Becky, saying she's back in our city and wants to meet me at Rocky Bar.
Do I dare go see her?

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