117 comments/ 148814 views/ 139 favorites First Unfaithful Act By: FillLindaUp The story you are about to read is 100% true. I'm not sure why I wrote it and want strangers to read it. It is possibly a need to clear my conscience or it is just that I want to tell the story to someone because holding onto a secret; especially one as wrong as the one I have been holding, is just too difficult. My name is Linda. I am a 32-year-old house wife married to the love of my life, Michael. Michael and I met when I was a senior in college and he was a sophomore. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of four years when I met this brash young man with a killer smile and figure that makes a woman's body tingle in all the right places. Although two years younger than me, he is far more mature than his age and we hit it off instantly. We do, however, make an odd appearance for a couple as Michael is 6'1" tall and just over 180 lbs and I am 5'4" tall and I hover around 100-105 lbs. Michael has short hair that is so blonde it is almost white in the sunshine and ice blue eyes. I have long, honey blonde hair and hazel colored eyes. Perhaps it was because I was feeling lonely since the breakup with my former boyfriend or perhaps it was because Michael is so oversexed but our relationship became physical from the start. Okay; I'll admit to it, Michael got into my panties on the first date. It had been two months since my breakup and I had not had sex with anyone else in all that time. I had not gone two months without sex since I was 16 and I was horny as hell. But I digress. After I graduated from college, I got hired on almost immediately at a company about sixty miles from my hometown and 40 miles from campus. Michael and I remained intimate and involved through his remaining two years of college. When he graduated, he got hired at a firm in my hometown only a few months after graduation. As soon as he was secure in his new position, he asked me to marry him during the holiday season of that year. We were married the following September. Already having two good careers, we bought a modest home in a small bedroom community about half way between the city I worked in and my hometown where Michael worked. It was about a 30 mile commute for both of us each morning but at least it was all highways. At age 25 I had everything a woman could want, a wonderful and loving husband, a great career and my own home. So why would I do what I am about to tell you and risk it all? I cannot honestly say. It was like some primal urge that I never knew existed in me that suddenly got pushed to the surface by a stroke of fate. Once it was there, I just couldn't stop myself anymore. The need to satisfy that urge and the thrill associated with doing what I know to be wrong is just too powerful and has taken over my otherwise quiet and contented life. While Michael's high sex drive continued to be amazing; we had sex every morning before work, every evening before sleep and sometimes three to four times per day on the weekend, things had become a little routine by the third year of our marriage. It became more of a one 'position, let's just do this for release' sort of a physical relationship. By age 28 I found myself already closing my eyes during sex with my husband and fantasizing about former lovers in order to achieve my orgasms. Not that I had many former lovers. My first lover was my high school boyfriend, Scott. I gave my virginity to him when we were both 16. After losing my virginity I remained with Scott until the June we graduated. Then he dumped me for his best friend's sister. Much the way I did when I broke up with my college boyfriend, I turned to another man. I had a summer job at a local restaurant where I had a summer long tryst with an older, married man that was my manager. It ended when I started college and met Andy, my college sweetheart. Then, at the beginning of our spring semester in our senior year and after nearly four years, I discovered Andy was having sex with my best friend. I dumped him and my best friend. Then I met Michael who became both, my lover and my best friend. Right up until the summer of my 30th birthday, I had remained faithful to Michael. In fact, I have never cheated on any of my former lovers as I have always considered myself a loyal and trustworthy person; until now. During our third Christmas as husband and wife, Michael's parents gave him a new digital video camera as a gift. We never had one of those before and all of our vacations and family moments were captured on stills. So we were thrilled with the new video toy and documented our entire holiday with it. During a weekend love making session only a few days before Valentine's Day, Michael made what was not so surprising of a request. In fact, I was surprised he did not ask sooner. As we lay spent on our backs and I could feel his semen oozing out of me and onto the sheets, Michael looked over at me and said, "Linda, I know our sex life has become a bit stale and so I have an idea about how to spice it up a little for Valentine's Day." "Michael, our sex life is fine," I assured him. "In fact, it is more than fine. How many of our friends do you think have sex twice everyday and more on the weekends? Carol told me recently that she's lucky if her and Chuck have the energy to do it more than once per week." "You talk about our sex life with Carol?" "Not always but you know how we women gossip," I said with a chuckle. "Really; what do you tell her about us?" "Nothing much" I said with a teasing giggle and then included, "Just that you are amazing in the sack and have a big wand!" Michael just laughed and said, "I wonder how many masturbatory fantasies Carol has had about that?" "Hey," I said and play punched him in the side. Then we both laughed. "So anyway," I prodded, "What is your big idea?" "What do you think," he started, "If we celebrate Valentine's Day by renting a room downtown at the Embassy Suites with a hot tub and make a video with our new camera?" It didn't immediately click what he was asking of me. Then it slowly began to dawn in my mind, "You mean like a porno?" "Yes," he said, "Like a porno but only for us." I have to admit, the idea really intrigued me. I remained quiet for several minutes while I pondered the possibilities and then I said, "Okay but only if you promise me; I mean really promise me, that no one will ever see it except us." "Scouts honor," he said holding up two fingers together after crossing his heart with them. The idea got us so hot that we made love again immediately afterward. It was Saturday morning when we had this conversation and by Saturday afternoon I found I could think of nothing else. That afternoon Michael left to workout at the gym for a couple of hours and I reasoned that I needed to do some research on the upcoming adventure. So for the first time in my life, I sat down at the computer and began to surf porn. I wanted to see the camera angles of how other amateurs made videos and which ones were successful and erotic and which ones were poor. I quickly discovered that lighting is essential and a steady hand on the camera is also a necessity. In fact, a tripod might come in handy. I reasoned that would be an excellent Valentines gift for Michael; a tripod for his new camera. Also, close-ups or what they call POV (Point of View), were very popular and extremely erotic. I guess what made them so erotic was watching the most intimate and private body parts being merged between two people. Penetration between two non-married people and even two strangers made it highly erotic! Michael came home that afternoon to find his usually reserved bride of three years surfing Internet porn and rubbing her crotch through her sweatpants. Before he ever got in the shower we were making love again. This time with the images of all the rock hard penises I had just viewed online playing in my mind. Valentine's Day was on Wednesday so for the next three days I continued my, um, research by surfing online porn (which is when I first came across the Literotica website) and doing some shopping for Michael's gifts. First I got the tripod and then I got a sexy new white teddy for our first video performance. It was a one piece, transparent lace with high cut legs, low cut top to reveal the cleavage of my B cup breasts and backless down to my rear end where it became little more than a string running down the center of my butt. Michael had to work on Valentine's Day but I took a vacation day to prepare. I showered, shaved my legs and spent a great deal of time on my pubic region. For the first time in my life, I shaved the hair from either side of my labia and then shaved the hair on my pubic mound into a perfect triangle. I then took a pair of scissors and trimmed it short but not so short as to make it abrasive. The hairs, now about a quarter of an inch long, remained soft. While showering, I actually shampooed my pubes to make them even softer. That night we went into the city and had dinner at our favorite restaurant overlooking the river. Then we went to our hotel and checked in. The air was electric with our excitement. I gave Michael his first gift which he opened with wide eyes like a child on Christmas. "A tripod," he said grinning ear-to-ear. "For our little production," I said with a wink. "Now you wait out here and I'll prepare your second gift." "A second gift; I can hardly wait," he said while continuing to grin. "While you wait you might want to set that thing up and strip down to your boxers," I said teasingly. "I'm not wearing any," he countered with a smile. "Oh my," I said while feeling my excitement growing between my legs. Then I slipped into the bathroom to slip on my new negligee. When I emerged from the bathroom, Michael was standing in the room stark naked, raging hard-on and the video camera he was holding pointing right at me. I smiled my sexiest smile and walked seductively towards him and the camera. I was just about to kiss him when I hesitated and told him to wait for a second. He seemed confused and was about to say something until he saw what I was doing. Only the bed side lamps had been on in the room but I went over and turned on all of the over head lighting. "I noticed a lot of amateur porn online is not very good because the room is too dark." I said and then resumed my sex walk back to him. "Good thinking," he replied, "I love the teddy! You look sexy as hell!" Before long we were both naked, the teddy lying crumpled on the floor. I was on my back, my legs spread wide and the soaking wet opening of my vagina pointed directly at my husband. I was holding my legs back by the ankles and my head tilted up to watch his engorged penis aiming straight at my opening while the camera was also pointed directly at my love tunnel. "Wow," he said staring at my vagina spread open to him in the most lewd position I had ever been in, "You've never shaved and trimmed her before." "Do you like it?" I asked honestly wanting his opinion. "Hell yeah!" was the answer he gave, "You have to do this next summer before we go to the beach. I'll bet your camel toe will be amazing in that pink bikini of yours." With that last sexy thought, he began to ease the tip of his penis between the folds of my labia and push it inside as he stretched me wide all the while filming it with the video camera. He paused only once to take a couple of stills with the camera while he was only half penetrated into my body. Sexy! We spent hours filming ourselves in various positions, missionary, me on top, reverse cowgirl, doggie (believe it or not, unlike most women, that is my least favorite position. I like to be face-to-face with my lover) and even spoon. Sometimes Michael held the camera, sometimes I did and sometimes we used the tripod. Each time he climaxed, Michael really got off on shooting video and stills of his semen leaking back out of me and down my butt onto the sheets. In the morning, we made one last video before we left. We were making love in the missionary position and he had me holding the camera pointed at our crotches as his blond pubic nest continually smashed into mine which is a shade darker blonde than his. Unexpectedly, he pulled out and climaxed with his penis pointed directly at the camera. There was more semen jetting out of his penis than I had ever seen in my life! I squealed with delight as his sperm rained down on my naked body but kept the camera pointed at his shooting manhood while he painted my chest and belly with at least six long ropes of semen trailing from the base of my throat down to my pubic hair and leaving the last few gobs in the wiry nest between my legs. Once we edited it later, it turned out to be a smoking hot testament to our love making. We got several good stills out of it too. It was the hottest love making session we'd had since our college days. I had six orgasms that night; a new personal record, at the time. ************************************************** Over the next several months we would watch that video to stoke the flames in the bedroom. We often watched ourselves having sex on film while we made love. But we never made another porn movie of ourselves and by that summer, we had drifted back into our old, comfortable but bereft of eroticism love making. A year and some months later, I had just turned 30 and perhaps that is some of the reason I did what I did; the feeling of growing older but wanting to still feel young. But that was only part of it I guess. The larger part was the awakening of an idea that had never entered my conscience mind before triggered by something quite unexpected. Carol and Chuck, the couple I mentioned before, are our next door neighbors and our closest friends. They are 10 to 12 years older than Michael and me and they have two children where Michael and I have none. Their oldest is their daughter Cindy who is currently attending the college where Michael and I went. Their youngest is their son Chad. Chad had just turned 18 and was two months away from graduating high school when Carol approached me and asked if I would mind tutoring Chad in math as he was struggling to achieve the grade he needed to be accepted into the university he was trying to attend. I was more than happy to help. Michael's firm often had him working late on Tuesdays and Thursday nights so those evenings I would have Chad over, order us some pizza or Chinese food and help him with his math. He is a really nice kid with a good head on his shoulders and he worked very hard. He is a tall and lanky kid, I'd say about 5'10" tall; he stands taller than me but not as tall as Michael, thick black hair and eyes so brown you cannot even see where the pupils end and the iris begins. He has olive colored skin that gives him that swarthy Mediterranean look belonging to those whose ancestors came from the southern villages of Italy. I really began to enjoy my time with Chad. He is very intelligent and I was easily able to help him understand some of the things that had him stumped where his math was concerned. Over several weeks his grade had improved from a C- to a B+. With three more weeks until graduation, I was sure I could help him pull an A. Since the beginning of the year, Michael was traveling one week out of every month to work with a client in New York leaving me home alone from Monday until Friday; another serious downturn in our sex life. By this time Chad and I had begun to form a bond that went beyond the tutoring. Each night after we worked, when we were finished we would often chat about personal things. It was nothing too heavy at first, just asking me some questions about my academic life when I was in college, telling me about Mary Jo, the little redhead he had been and still is dating and about his relationship with his sister Cindy and their parents. Sometimes he would stay and he would talk to me until Michael came home from work. I have to admit that I enjoyed the attention of this handsome young man and it wasn't long before I was wondering if he and Mary Jo were having sex yet. I couldn't help but think what a lucky girl she was and secretly I hoped she was getting her vagina satisfied by this handsome young boy. Now I would never cheat on my husband and I would never betray my best friend by sleeping with her son but I did find myself occasionally closing my eyes and pretending it was Chad on top of me and in me while Michael was making love to me. It was all innocent fun as long as it remained just a fantasy and as long as I kept it completely to myself. ************************************************** Two weeks to graduation, Carol stopped over on Sunday evening just as Michael and I finished dinner; she had a favor to ask. Chuck's mother's sister had passed away unexpectedly and they had to go to Indiana for the funeral. Chad did not want to miss school at this critical time and as he had worked so hard they wanted him to stay. Cindy was still away at school and Carol was nervous about leaving Chad alone. "Would you mind if he stayed with you while we are away?" Carol asked. "Why not," Michael offered, "I have to leave for New York in the morning and Linda could use the company." I was flabbergasted and didn't know what to say. I had a mixture of feelings going on inside of me. Part of me was thrilled to be able to spend an entire week with a handsome boy 12 years younger than me. But at the same time I chastised myself because I knew I had developed a fantasy driven, sexual attraction to him. Finally I swallowed hard and told myself that I was a grown woman in complete control of my body and my desires. I loved my husband, I would never be unfaithful to him and Chad was still a child compared to my thirty years on the Earth. Just because I found him sexually attractive didn't mean he found an older woman like me sexually attractive; especially when he had a beautiful young girlfriend like Mary Jo. So I smiled at Carol and Michael and simply said, "I would love to have the company." ************************************************** The next day I said goodbye to my husband as he left for the airport and then went into the office. I arrived home around 5:30 pm and found Chad lounging in the den watching Sports Center. He had left himself in using the spare key we had given to his mom the day before. "Hi, Mrs. H." he called from the den, "I have dinner almost ready." "Dinner," I asked, "You cooked us dinner?" "Yeah, the spaghetti is almost done and the sauce is simmering," He replied. "I didn't even know you could cook!" I exclaimed. How nice it was to come home to a hot meal! That was certainly a first for me. We ate Chad's spaghetti and homemade meatballs then he helped me clear the dishes. He said preparing dinner and helping me around the house this week was the least he could do for all the help I had given him with his math. I told him that was nonsense as I was happy to have helped him with his grades. Besides, he did all the work; I just offered my guidance and assistance. But still he was grateful and I was pleased to have such a helpful young man staying at the house with me for a week. After we cleaned up the kitchen, I left to get a shower and Chad went into the spare bedroom where he was sleeping to change out of his jeans and into the shorts and T-shirt he would be sleeping in. After my shower I changed into a pair of silk short pajamas without a bra and panties and met Chad in the den where we put on a movie. Chad lounged on the loveseat and I took the couch. I couldn't help but notice as he leaned back on the arm of the loveseat with one foot on the floor and the other on the seat with the knee bent upward and resting on the back that I could see right up the leg of his loose fitting shorts. He was not wearing underwear! I was shocked! I also noticed my pulse had quickened and I felt heat in my face as I became flushed. I also noted that my nipples had become very hard all of a sudden and a dull vibration, more of a humming, had begun in my clitoris. What was happening to me?! Was I actually lusting after my best friend's teenage son? I quickly tore my gaze away but not before getting an eye full of his scrotum sack; at least one side of it. I suddenly became aware of my disappointment in not being able to see his penis. What is wrong with me?! I need to stop this train of thought at once! First Unfaithful Act Eventually the movie reached a love scene, as most usually do at some point. It was the proverbial bedroom scene that bordered on being soft porn. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Chad shifting uncomfortably in his seat during the scene. What I hadn't noticed is that I was shifting uncomfortably as well. As the actors moaned and enjoyed each other on screen I couldn't help but think of that young hard penis only three feet away from me and how good it would feel to be pleasured by Chad's young manhood. What must it be like to feel him entering me? How deep could he get it inside? How long would he last? Stop it! I berated myself again but there was no denying, I could feel my own juices leaking out and into my silk pajama shorts as I became very aroused. I needed to relieve myself with my own fingers and I needed to do it soon. But I could not just get up now, during the movie love scene, and walk away or Chad would know I was turned on. I was wondering if his penis was as hard as my vagina was wet. Stop it! After the movie, with my intimate organs still in a state of arousal, I lied to Chad, told him I had an early meeting and then said goodnight. He asked me if he could stay up a while longer watching TV and I told him that was fine. I just had to get out of the room so that I could bury my fingers deep inside myself. Once safely in my bedroom I ripped off my pajama shorts and went to work. I couldn't believe how wet I was and how quickly I got myself off. I had one intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on as I pictured Chad in my mind; lying naked on top of me and driving his penis into me over and over while I wrapped my arms and legs around is young physique and pulled him tight against me. As soon as my orgasm subsided, I drifted off into a deep and tranquil sleep. Tuesday found me heading out the door before Chad headed off to catch his bus. I asked him if he'd like me to drop him as school on the way but he said no as he was looking forward to seeing Mary Jo on the bus. When I got home, Chad had made us a Caesar's Salad and some boneless chicken and rice for dinner. Damn, I could get used to this! We ate and, being it was Tuesday, we began our lessons. By 8:00 pm we were just finishing up by trying to find a theorem and formula to fit a current problem Chad was working on. We were searching online with mine and Michael's personal laptop we always had at home. I was beat and ready for my shower. So I left Chad to it and went into my bathroom and took my shower. Once I finished soaping, scrubbing and rinsing, I washed my hair and then stood under the water and fingered myself. I figured if I got out my frustrations now, I would not be so aroused later before bed time. Once finished I got out of the shower and walked into my bedroom naked, picked up the silk PJ's from the night before and began to slide the shorts up over my bare legs. While pulling the top over my head I thought I heard moaning coming from the kitchen where I had left Chad still working at the table. I walked to the closed bedroom door and pressed an ear to the surface. I heard it again more pronounced this time. It was definitely a moan of ecstasy. Was Chad surfing porn on our computer? He never struck me as that type. I eased open the bedroom door and quietly walked down the hallway until it opened up on the kitchen. Chad was sitting with his back to me so he didn't know I was there. It was definitely the sound of two people having sex coming from the laptop. Standing on my tiptoes, I peered over his shoulder and confirmed my suspicions. Chad was definitely watching a porn movie. From the vantage point of the camera, it was looking down the woman's midriff towards her pubes as a nice looking penis was plowing in and out of her. Suddenly the penis pulled out of her and ropes of sperm began blasting towards the camera lens. That's when it hit me like a bolt of lightning. It struck me so hard my head began to spin and I thought I might pass out. Chad was not watching any porno; he was watching our porno! The movie Michael and I made over a year ago! It was me I heard moaning, it was me whose pubic hair was on full display, it was Michaels penis driving me to orgasm, my belly being covered with his semen and Chad was seeing it all! My face flushed, my heart rate went off the charts! Michael must have left a copy of our movie on the hard drive and I never thought of it and Chad had found it. What do I do now? Do I slip back in my bedroom and pretend like I didn't see him watching it? Do I confront him and try to swear him to silence? Oh God, he saw me naked! He saw me spread eagle, he saw me taking Michaels penis in my mouth and vagina and having orgasms! Nothing was secret to him anymore as he now knows me as few men have! "What the hell are you doing," I yelled louder than I intended to! Chad slammed the laptop lid and stood so fast he knocked over the kitchen chair. "Oh sh... shit! I'm so... I'm sorry Mrs. H! I found this on the computer by mistake! I swear I didn't see hardly any of it! I just found it a moment ago!" I knew he was lying. The scene where Michael shoots his spunk on me is near the end. He's seen it all! But seeing him so flustered; probably even more than I was at that point, I didn't have the heart to berate him further. "It's alright Chad," I said while attempting to calm myself down, "I didn't realize that was on there. You should not have seen me... I mean that video. Michael and I made that on Valentine's Day more than a year ago and we made it only for us." "I'm so sorry," he began to say again, "I swear, I'll never tell anyone about it." "It's okay Chad," I reassured him, although I was far from being sure at this point, "We need to forget this happened and forget you ever saw it." "Absolutely," He said, "I'm sorry Mrs. H." I fell silent and just stared for a moment at the closed laptop. "Shall we go to the den and maybe watch some TV before bed," I asked trying to return the situation to normal. Chad just nodded so we moved into the den. We turned on the TV but found nothing on that was interesting to either of us. I think we both had too many other thoughts running through our minds at this time. I also noticed he fell unusually quiet and was now refusing to make eye contact. I had to say something to break the very palpable tension in the air. "Okay, we need to talk about this," I said snapping off the TV. Chad nodded but never looked up at me. "I know you saw the entire movie because where I walked in was near the end. I am highly embarrassed but I'm not angry with you Chad," I continued. "Thank you," he replied and then finally looked me in the eye, "I'm a little embarrassed myself for watching it. You must think I am a perv or something." I let out a kind of snort and laugh then said, "I think you are a perv? What about me? I made that movie with my husband. You have nothing to be ashamed of Chad. It's me who should be ashamed. You should never have seen me being so intimate and it's my fault for not being more careful with the computer that it was on. I'm sorry if it upset you." The truth is, I wasn't ashamed. For some reason I did not understand, I was happy he had seen me naked and in the most intimate way. The thought of him seeing me that way was turning me on. "Oh, I'm not upset Mrs. H.," Chad said honestly, "I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and seeing you... um... sexually is a fantasy I have had for a longtime now." I let out a nervous laugh at that comment. I completely did not expect that and was a little flattered by it. Also, his admission to having wanted to see me in the throes of passion had my vagina positively vibrating again. So much for my shower indulgence! "Can I ask you a question," Chad enquired. "Sure." "I have often worried that the... you know... the spark or the thrill would be gone for me and Mary Jo after we've been together for a few years. Obviously you and Mr. H. keep the spark alive. How do you do it?" "Are you saying you and Mary Jo are sexually active," I asked in earnest. Chad shook his head and admitted they had been for two years now. Inwardly I smiled. Chad had lost his virginity at age 16; the same age I was when I lost mine. "I won't lie to you and say it is easy Chad," I wasn't ready to betray my husband by sharing details of our sex life with this teenager but I didn't want to give the poor boy a false impression of years of monogamy, "Hence the video you just saw. It was one of the ways we've tried to keep the spark alive." I was going to add that no one else was supposed to see it but I didn't want to increase his guilt any further. "So you and Mr. H..." Chad began and then let his voice trail off while maintaining eye contact with me. "It becomes routine Chad. It never goes back to being the way it is at the beginning; you know all thrills and fireworks. But that doesn't mean it becomes bad, only more comfortable and secure. It's also more loving and predictable." Oh God, if I could only believe those words. How often had I closed my eyes and fantasized about having sex with a former lover just to get myself off while Michael and I were making love. It was at this moment I realized I missed the thrill of getting naked with someone new, of seeing his eyes roam over my body just moments before his hands roamed over my body. I missed the excitement of feeling a new penis pushing past my labia and into belly. I miss the smell, sight and sounds of sex with someone new. I guess that's the tradeoff for a lifetime of security with the one you love. My conscious mind was now in turmoil at my next thoughts. My eyes involuntarily flicked up and down Chad's body. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts, probably without underwear as he had the night before, and a simple, sleeveless T-shirt showing his long arms and stringy muscles. He was sitting casually on the loveseat leaning back and facing me. I had a compulsion to jump up, walk over to him, rip his shorts down, send my shorts to the floor with his and sit in his lap impaling myself on his erection. Stop it! I berated myself again. But now my vagina was positively on fire and I knew I was dripping my excitement into my shorts again. "So, do you and Mary Jo enjoy sex," I asked. He nodded and I noticed his eyes flicked up and down my body the same as mine had just done to his body. I felt a quiver of excitement down below. "Have you ever been with anyone else," I asked and Chad shook his head to indicate he had not. "Has she," God I was nosey. Again he shook his head no. My gaze flicked up and down his body again and his flicked up and down mine again. My pulse was up, my face went flush and my sex was definitely flowing now. "I need to ask something else," he suddenly said and then to my surprised added, "Can I see you in that negligee you were wearing at the beginning of the video?" I smiled and said, "So you did see from the beginning then? You saw all of it?" He shook his head in admission and then looked down at my silk covered crotch then back into my eyes. Shit I was horny! I looked at his crotch in response and saw he had erected a tent there. It was the first time I realized he must be well endowed. I began to wonder if a guy as young as Chad would last once I had him inside of me. Stop it! I scolded myself again. "I'm sorry Chad," I began, "I cannot do that, it's wrong on so many levels. I am married, your mom is my best friend, your family is our friends, you have a girlfriend and I bought that negligee only for my husband to see me in." "I'm sorry," he said, "I just thought, since we are keeping the video a secret, you might... you know... not have a problem with another secret." As he said these things he looked at my crotch for a moment again, then my breasts, then back in my eyes. Okay, I was no longer simply horny. I now wanted to fuck. I wanted to get fucked and I wanted Chad to fuck me hard and dirty with what I was certain was a pretty substantial sized cock inside of those shorts. Stop it! I warned myself for the final time as I knew I didn't have much resistance left. "Would you really do that to your girlfriend," I asked him, again returning his furtive glances with one of my own straight to that bulge in his shorts. "No one would ever know; I swear Mrs. H. It's just that you are so damned sexy and I..." Chad never got out another word. Something inside of me just snapped. I jumped up, crossed the room and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Up sprang is erection pointing straight up into the air. I was correct, he had been blessed. His penis was slightly longer than Michaels but it was thick. I had only seen one this thick before and that belonged to my onetime summer affair between high school and college with my older, married lover. "What are you doing," Chad said in shocked surprise! "Lift up your feet a second," I ordered as I ignored his question. He complied and I pulled his shorts all the way off his feet. "You saw me naked so it's only fair!" "But..." he began but I interrupted him and said, "Take off your shirt." Again he complied. As he pulled the shirt over his head I ripped my PJ top off over my head and threw it on the floor then I sent my PJ shorts to join his shorts, shirt and my top on the floor. I was naked in front of my best friend's teenage son and that very thought was sending my urges and excitement over the edge. I was about to do the unthinkable and I could not wait! The pink, smooth tip of his penis had a steady flow of clear fluid leaking out of its hole and running down the bottom of his shaft. As for me, I could actually feel my inner fluids leaking out of my vagina and down the insides of my thighs. I was ready to be taken! Our clothes had barely hit the floor, Chad was still just beginning to sit back and I was there, climbing on him. I threw my right leg over him and then placed each knee on the loveseat on either side of his hips with my love tunnel poised directly above the tip of his penis. I grabbed is cock with my right hand as I used my left hand to spread myself open. I stroked his cock up and down a couple of times with my hand before I guided it into my dripping pussy. I was so wet he went straight into me and his manhood touched places inside of me that haven't been touched by another man in years. It felt so good! I began to ride up and down and he groaned with pleasure. I looked into his face and saw the look of lust and desire in his eyes as well as intense pleasure. I leaned forward and placed my mouth on his. His lips instantly parted and our tongues began to wrestle first in his mouth then in mine. His skin felt so good on mine and his mouth tasted sweet and warm. I began to ride harder and faster, our thighs now making that familiar slapping sound of two people having sex. Slurping and sloppy sounds were emanating from pussy. The musky smells of sex, of two naked bodies merged and excited, began to fill the room. "Oh fuck..." Chad said as I broke the kiss, "You feel fantastic!" "Yeah," I said as I grinned at him in lust, "So do you!" It was then I noticed how smooth his skin is. As I leaned forward, my belly and his were making light contact with each thrust up and down and my breasts were smashed against his chest. I could not feel a hair on his skin anywhere. Oddly, it only increased the eroticism of the moment and suddenly I felt my orgasm building up inside. The wave was overtaking me fast and I could tell I was going to reach the edge very quickly. "I'm going to cum," Chad exclaimed! "Me too," I responded! Then it hit me. Now I'm not usually vocal during sex but this time I squealed and moaned loudly in a crescendo that matched the waves of intense pleasure that washed over my body again and again. In my euphoria, I thought I heard him let out a loud grunt and then I felt his warm semen flooding deeply into my womb. I felt is cock pulsing inside of me over and over. God, he must be filling me with more cum than I've ever had inside of me. It was so intense I thought I might taste it! Once we were spent, we both let out a huge gasp and a nervous laugh. I sat up and looked him in the eyes and we both smiled but no words were spoken. No words were needed. Then I collapsed into him placing my arms on either side of his body and my head on his shoulder. His cock was still buried in my pussy and I liked the feel of it in my body. He remained hard and I began to grind on it. "Oh God," he exclaimed, "What you're doing is incredible!" "Yeah," I said, "Do you like it?" "Oh yes! I've never had sex without a condom," he confessed. I immediately stopped grinding and sat up looking him in the face with surprise. "I'm the first person you've had sex with au naturel?" "Yep... please don't stop!" He almost cried out. So I began to grind on him again while I looked into his eyes with what must have been a wicked smile on my face. Then I leaned far enough back to look down at our joined bodies. I was correct, his chest was as smooth as a babies but it was hardened with toned muscles; the toned muscles of a swimmer which I knew him to be. Below his navel was a fine line of black hairs that trailed down his flat and hard stomach to a thick nest of jet black pubic hairs that were currently smashed against and entwined with my honey blonde pubes. As I ground against him, I could feel his cock growing to the strength of steel again within my belly. I could also feel his cum now running back out of me and down onto his scrotum sack. Slowly I began to change my grinding to rocking as I was getting ready to ride him again. "Oh yeah," he exclaimed, "Fuck me again." "My knees are beginning to hurt from kneeling in this position for so long," I told him truthfully. "Hold on to me," he said as he slowly began to stand up carefully keeping his penis buried deep within my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips and buttocks as he stood and walked us both over to the sofa and then lowered me down onto my back. Our genitals never lost contact and as soon as I was on my back, I spread my legs wide to grant him full access to my love canal. He began to stroke it in and out of my pussy slowly. I looked into his eyes with lust and whispered, "Oh yes... Chad. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" If you knew anything about me, you would know that I never talk like that; I never say dirty things even if I might be thinking them. That's goes to show how turned on I was at that moment, with my best friend's son buried deeply in my vagina and at the naughtiness of what I was doing. He picked up his pace and soon he was driving and slamming his penis hard into my pussy. My orgasm was building again but this time it came much slower than the first time. When it finally hit, it was ten times more intense than the first one. Just as it hit, and just as the first time, Chad also began to cum. I moaned loudly and so did he as I felt his cock pulsing and shooting ropes of warm semen deep into my womb for a second time. Spent, we shared a nervous laugh as we looked into each other's eyes, my hands wrapped around his neck. This time he began to go soft and we both looked down my belly at where our bodies were joined as he pulled his manhood out of me and let it lay on my bush where some final, white blobs of cum dripped out and into my pubes. I took my index finger, swiped some cum from his tip and then placed the finger in my mouth to taste his salty spunk. Then I mopped up the few drops in my pubes and I ate them. Finally, reaching past his cock and balls, I dipped an index and a middle finger into my vagina and scooped out a sizeable amount of cum then placed both fingers in my mouth "Mmmm..." I said as I sucked on those fingers. First Unfaithful Act Chad sat up and then sat back against the arm rest of the couch. "What the hell was that," he asked with a smile as he gazed into my freshly fucked gash now dripping with his semen. "Well," I began, "Since we have to keep the fact that you saw my sex video a secret, then we might as well make the secret we keep a big one!" "Agreed," he laughed! "Seriously," I said as I dropped my smile, "We can never tell anyone we did this." "I know," he said and then he extended the pinky on his right hand to me, "Pinky swear." I extended my pinky and locked it with his and repeated his words, "Pinky swear." We cuddled for a while on the sofa before I began to fall asleep. "Time for bed," I exclaimed. "Can we sleep together," Chad asked me. "I don't think that is a good idea Chad. One thing will most likely lead to another and I don't think I want to cheat on my husband in my marital bed." Crazy, I know. Why would I draw the line there? But I did, he accepted my reasoning and left for his room and I to mine. Just after 2:00 am, I heard my bedroom door open and then close again. I felt the sheets pull back and then a warm body climb in and spoon me. Then a hard cock ran between my thighs from behind and rubbed up against my still bare pussy as I had not dressed since making love to Chad. We were laying on our right sides so I lifted my left knee and thigh upwards to open my pussy to him. A moment later I was cheating on my husband in my marital bed.