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Wendy Confesses

By: mjar65



Written by special request for W -- hope you like it. 

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My name is Wendy and I have a terrible confession to make. To be exact, its two confessions - the second much worse than the first. I am in a terrible spot but its all of my own making. I was weak and now I am paying the price.

I am in my early 40s and married with two children. I like to keep fit and active and I still have a good figure. I'm 5' 8" tall with blonde hair, C-cup breasts and my butt and my legs could still pass for those of a thirty year old. I still go to the gym occasionally and I am a part-time swim instructor at the local club so I guess staying active has helped me a lot.

It was also the start of my fall into my current predicament. 

I cheated on my husband. He's a wonderful man and a loving husband. But he doesn't look after himself physically. He is not active or sporty. I've been very happy in my marriage except that in the last couple of years I found myself thinking more and more that there was one thing I wanted.

I wanted to go to bed with a man who is strong and muscled. A man with an athlete's body who would appreciate my hard work. A lover who could match me physically, who could hold me in whatever position he chose with a body I could admire and not just love. Sometimes I have lain awake at night thinking of a body like that while my loving, pudgy husband slept next to me. When walking through town I try to steal glimpses of men who's bodies might match the ones in my dreams.

Michael is a part-time swim instructor at the same club as me. Michael has a body to match my dreams. He was a very competitive amateur footballer who still looks like a bodybuillder. He has muscles that would shame men half his age. Both of us are married and so I never seriously thought of Michael as a potential lover.

Then one day I realised Michael was starting to pay extra attention to me. I had to stop and think about it to be sure. A couple of weeks later, though, there was no question that he was starting to flirt with me.

I was weak, I know that. I knew it then. But you have to understand how strong my dreams were. I didn't want to leave my husband or even to hurt him. The thing I did want was to have a man, just once, who was physically compatible with me. Someone who understood and appreciated my physique. Someone who had the strength and stamina for a real session of lovemaking and wouldn't get tired as soon as I'd had my first orgasm.

Michael soon was taking me for coffee and for lunch. He started touching me in ways that thrilled me. I knew where it was heading -- I'm not naive. Then there were times when we were alone, like in the office at the club, when his touching started to become inappropriate. At least, that's what other people would have said if they'd seen us. It was nothing to start with. But soon I would freely touch his arms and his chest, feeling his bulk, and he would casually grab my bottom or run his fingers across the tops of my breasts.

I guess, looking back, it really took only weeks from when Michael first started showing an interest in me to when we were together in my marital bed. I was never under any illusions. Michael clearly was good at flirting and propositioning women so I guessed I was just a conquest for him. I wasn't expecting a love affair. I just wanted to be fucked by a man who had the strength and the physical power I had dreamed of. 

Michael was a temptation for me at a time when I was very weak. I made the mistake of falling for that temptation.

In the end I couldn't wait any longer. It was my idea that he come back to my place in the middle of the afternoon. We had to organise it around work and spouses and children. But we both wanted it and so it happened.

Oh my -- that first time I practically threw myself on Michael! I had seen a lot of his body while he worked at the club. As soon as we got inside my house, however, I totally forgot myself and more or less attacked the guy. I almost ripped his shirt off, literally.

I was still clothed but I was like a mad woman. I got him naked as fast as I could and went to town. Oh, to finally have total access to that body, to those muscles. I touched and stroked and kissed and, yes, even licked him all over. At last I was free to experience my dreams for real and to really enjoy the body of a big, strong hunk.

Some people will want to know and, yes, I was thrilled by his penis. Once Michael started flirting with me I'd found myself, for the first time in my life, trying to imagine what another mans' penis looked like. Seeing him in the flesh, Michael did not disappoint me. He is a little longer and thicker than I am used to. That seemed fitting given his size and strength compared to my husband. But it was the look of it that had me swooning. His penis is a magnificent sight, standing strong and powerful, more erect than my husband. The top of it is big, too, and the shaft has some really dark, swollen veins.

Of course it took only a few minutes before I went to my knees in front of that penis. I know that makes me sound like a slut. I guess that's the way I was acting. I was giddy with delight. I wasn't even thinking about Michael's pleasure. It was totally about me when I wrapped my hand around his rock hard penis and put it in my mouth.

On that first afternoon we fucked so much he left me sore. I was so thrilled by that as well!

Michael had amazing self-control so we fucked many times before he finally came in me. We tried different positions, starting with me on my back. Of course he wanted to take me from behind and I was excited by that. I came even harder as I felt him pound into me like we were a pair of animals. 

To be truthful, a big part of my dream and my pleasure with Michael was the knowledge that a muscly and fit man found me sexually attractive. He even suggested I get on top for a while and I loved the fact that he seemed to really like looking at me while I worked out how best to ride him.

The whole time we were having sex I could not take my eyes off his body or his muscles. I know there are bigger men out there but none I'd ever been so close to. I really loved it when he was lying on top of me with his big, chiselled body. I couldn't get enough of his enormous biceps and his huge chest. He still has a bit of a six-pack that is even more obvious when he is thrusting his penis into me. I loved being able to reach around and hold his tight, muscled butt cheeks while he moved inside me. 

I also have to say that it was strange and wonderful to feel a new penis inside me. Michael did feel bigger than my husband and that added to my thrill of his big and powerful body. It felt good to be stretched a little. I imagined he was so big partly because he was excited by me and that made it feel even better.

Having his big penis thrusting inside me as he took his pleasure made me more turned on than I can ever remember before. Unlike my normal, married sex life I had eight or nine climaxes that first afternoon with Michael.

Of course I let him unload his cum inside me. We weren't using a condom and I was relying entirely on the pill. I didn't really care about any other risks and I still don't. Some of you will think I am a terrible woman. But the sex was so primal that somehow it was important that Michael flood me with his load and that I could feel it dripping from me for the rest of the afternoon.

This became a sort of regular thing for Michael and me. Usually once each week we managed to find time to rush to my place for an hour or two of sex and pleasure. I never tired of his body and I like to think he never tired of mine.

I still loved my husband and I do right up to this day. I don't know if I felt guilt or not. I suppose there was a little of that. The main thing was I knew I still loved him dearly and I knew my place was with him. So, to me, it didn't really feel like cheating. I know he would be badly hurt if he ever found out about me fucking Michael but it was my dream and my husband could never achieve a body like that. So it was a guilty pleasure that I kept secret.

Well I thought I did. And this is where I really found myself in a terrible spot.

After a time I knew that Michael and I could not keep going like that. Eventually someone at the club would find out or one of my kids would come home and catch us. At long last I had experienced what it was like to share my bed with a body like his and I guess in part I felt contented. And, to be truthful, I was always turned-on and excited with Michael and I always achieved a large number of orgasms. But somehow I sensed Michael was not the greatest or the most skilled lover.

Or maybe my mind was telling me that as much as I loved the animal like fucking with Michael I still really desired the gentle love and affection my husband always gives me. I really did love my husband still.

So after a few months we kind of allowed our affair to run its course, Michael and I still see a lot of each other at the club and still have a coffee together once in a while.

I thought I was home free.

Until two months ago when I got a phone call from Robert. That's Michael's eldest boy. He was almost twenty.

Robert was as nervous as hell and at first I was worried that something terrible had happened. I was home alone and I realised later that's why he'd called me at that time. Finally he was able to spit it out and tell me everything.

Robert told me he knew I'd been having sex with his dad. He refused to tell me how he knew. To this day he's never told me that. 

Then Robert got to the point. He wanted me to have sex with him as well!

I was shocked and appalled. Mostly at the audacity of this young man and his suggestion I would fuck someone only a year older than my own daughter. I was also outraged that he had some idea I was willing to be shared like that or that I was a slut who'd fuck any man who asked.

But his phone call frightened me. I did have a lot to lose. I was worried about how Robert might react if I told him outright that there was no way. So I tried everything I could think of to put him off.

I denied doing anything with his father. He told me, again, he knew it was true and that there was no point in saying it wasn't.

I said he was much too young for me. He claimed he had some experience and that I could teach him more.

I said I was too old for him. He said I had a very sexy body and he had thought about me many times.

I said he must have a girlfriend and would be better off with women his own age. He said he likes women his own age but he really wanted to have me. He was insistent.

Finally I reminded him that I was married and said that I wouldn't cheat on my husband with anyone. Of course that was not truthful. I still don't know for sure if Robert knew that or he was bluffing. But his next gambit put a shock of cold fear through me.

Robert told me that I had had sex with his father, that my husband didn't know and that we both should make sure that didn't change.

The little bastard was threatening me. I wasn't angry though. I was terrified. Now I knew that I was in a bad spot.

OK -- so I panicked. I agreed right then that Robert could drive over and we would talk. Just talk, that was all I was prepared to agree to. That was another mistake.

As soon as Robert arrived, fifteen minutes later, things started to go out of control. Even more than they had been. It was obvious how sexually excited he was and that he was thinking only about getting me into bed. Talk was not going to be enough for this young man.

'Hello Mrs H,' he said with a sly grin and wild eyes.

He tried to hold my hand as I let him into the house and I didn't resist. I was still afraid, panicked, at what this young man might do if he was denied. Could I talk my way out of it?

We went round and round again. Didn't he have girlfriends or women his own age to get his rocks off? 

'Yes, but I really want you Mrs H.'

'Don't call me that,' I told him curtly.

'OK -- Wendy. You're really sexy and I want to have sex with you like you did with my father.'

'I can't have sex with you Robert. It would be totally wrong.'

'Not if we both want it and if its a secret between the two of us.'

'It would still be wrong Robert. I am married and I love my husband.'

'What about my dad? You had sex with him and I have just as good a body as he does.'

I was furious with Rob. Again, I was also scared.

'Robert, please. You can't expect a woman to have sex with you just because you want it.'

'I don't. I want you to have sex with me because you are sexy.'

If you want the truth, since I am sharing everything with you, I admit his lust started a kind of stirring within me. Oh, I know every teenage boy or young man gets an erection in the presence of every woman he meets. But Rob was so obviously aroused. I've had little experience of men during my twenty years of married life but Rob was ready to burst. 

My other weakness, another thing about Rob that turned me on, is that he is a young hunk. Rob is a keen athlete like his father and a very strong swimmer. He plays a lot of water polo and I knew from somewhere that about a year earlier he'd started weight training with some of the older guys from the squad. His body can't match his father but he is still very strong and lean. And I had recently gone back to having to rely for sexual satisfaction on my soft, loving husband and enormous amounts of masturbation.

Also, truly, I think the fact I had been unfaithful to my husband once made it easier to do it again. It wasn't what I had planned or even wanted - well, maybe just a little. I sometimes wish I could have that day back again but I knew at the time that I was doing something terribly wrong. I had a young man with a gorgeous body who wanted to have sex with me and again I was totally unable to resist the temptation.

He moved in closer then. I realised, startled, that he was trying to kiss me. I tried to resist but he had one of his strong arms around my shoulder and was puling me closer to him. Later on, looking back, I realised that I didn't really resist him at all.

I did put my hand on his stomach to keep a respectable distance. I could feel his hard abs through the thin T-shirt. Our lips met and I confess, confused and scared, I kissed him back. OK, once again the truth is I was eager to find out what it felt like to kiss such a gorgeous young man.

Now he pulled me tighter and I was sure I could feel his hard erection through his shorts. I was aware that my vagina was getting wet.

'Mrs H... Wendy. We don't have to do everything.' That seemed like a ridiculous notion because anything was too much. But he was fumbling at the buttons of my work shirt and for some reason I decided to challenge the young man. I wanted to see how brave he really was. I could tell you that I was I so afraid I was prepared to go along with what he wanted. But the real truth is that I enjoyed the young man's lust for me.

So I let him unbutton my shirt and without stopping I quickly had my bra off as well. I know I have great breasts for my age and Rob's father had made me feel much more comfortable about letting other people see them. 

Rob's eyes went wide and he quickly reached out to touch them. He was a little rough, too eager, squeezing more than was needed at that point. 'Oh Wendy,' he breathed. 'You have such great tits.'

I have to confess to you know that I have no idea what was going on inside my head right then. Part of me wanted to give Rob something, just enough so that he'd feel satisfied and leave me alone. Part of me still feared that he'd make good on his threat and tell my husband everything. 

But deep down it felt so good to have this lecherous, crazed, sexy young man touching me and desiring me.

When Rob bent down to suckle my nipples I didn't resist and I didn't complain. He was quite good at that I must say. Though immediately I was thinking about teaching him to do it better. I knew that was a crazy thought and stupid but I couldn't keep it out of my head.

And when Rob lifted his head to kiss me some more I watched as my own hand moved across and touched the bulge of his erection trapped inside his shorts.

'Wendy, I want to have sex with you,' he moaned at me. We couldn't possibly. It was wrong on so many levels. But I had tried all those arguments with Rob and he'd not listened to me. He had threatened me if I didn't let him fuck me. And his sweet, gorgeous body was doing amazing things to me.

For some reason, I stupidly decided there was only one thing to do. The safest course of action was to let Rob take me and to hope that would be enough. We could do it just this one time and then it would be over. It wasn't even like cheating because I could tell myself that he was pretty well forcing me to do it.

So, for a second time I led a man to my marital bed. Only this time the man was young enough to be my own son. I should have been disgusted but instead I felt incredibly aroused.

We stripped one another naked and now I finally got to really see him in his glory. Rob does have a wonderful body. OK, he's not his father but still he got my heart racing. Compared to what I normally get to enjoy his body is wonderful.

Rob was amazed at seeing me naked and he practically drooled over me. I let him touch and rub me all over as he got to savour a mature woman for the first time. I have to say he was actually very good at this part. His touch was soft and curious. It was like he was actually focused on me, caring about giving me some pleasure. It was more than hubby gives me and quite different from the animal passion of his father. 

Oh and his penis is fabulous as well. I am sure its the same size as his father's. I just put my hand on him, wrapped my fingers around it. He was so amazingly hard and warm. He felt so good and I found myself stroking him as he got even harder. Listening to his moans as he kissed me and groped my breasts was an amazing experience.

I even stroked his big sack. It sounds so wrong and perverted when I say it like that. I definitely wasn't thinking straight. Part of me still hoped to give Rob some pleasure in the hope he'd go away and leave me alone for good. His balls looked so heavy. I had his penis in my hand already and it seemed so natural to cup his sack in my other hand and feel its weight.

Soon Rob wanted me on the bed and I could feel him pushing me onto my back. It felt awkward and I was a little worried he might hurt me. Instead what he wanted was to get between my legs. Rob moved down the bed and pressed my legs apart and put his face right into my crotch. He wanted to pleasure me with his mouth!

Right then I know I started losing what was left of my self-control. These days my husband only occasionally offers to eat my vagina. Rob's father had never shown any notion of going down there. But the young man just went straight in and started licking me and trying to find my clit. I was impressed that he was so eager, though I can say he wasn't especially skilled at it. Still it felt really good having a hunky young guy want to do that to me. So I lay back and said nothing, just parted my legs to give a nineteen year old boy access to my vagina.

I know that by now I have shocked and disgusted you. In that situation, I didn't know what to do, whether to just give in to Rob and my fears or to make the most of my situation. I cannot explain what happened next and I cannot justify it either.

Rob climbed up on top of me and once more I felt a surge of excitement at having a man lay his hard, muscled body on top of mine. I knew what was on his mind and I had exactly the same idea.

I let Rob position himself between my thighs and I reached down to his rampant cock. I remember how we both moaned as I held him firmly and guided him right into the entrance to my vagina. As simply as that I allowed Rob to fuck me that first time.


Wendy Confesses Ch. 02



Author's comment - if you can't hack stories of women enjoying themselves then don't bother reading further.

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It was many months ago that I gave readers a confession of my dark and terrible secrets. I felt so much better once I saw it all in the open on Literotica. Having confessed to what I had been thinking and doing and I expected it would help me to move on.

Since then my life has continued to change for better and for worse. My life is still full of things that are wonderful and exciting, yet terrible and frightening. I am still trapped between what I should do and what I need to do. 

You see, no matter what you might think of my behaviour, secretly having sex with men other than my husband allowed me to feel more freedom than I had had for a long time. I don't care whether that is selfish or not. I know I am not ready to give up that freedom. 

I still love my husband and my children very much. My family is my pride and joy. I would not want them to ever find out what I have been up to. Of course I don't want them to get hurt by anything I do. But that should not force me to always sacrifice myself. My happiness is even more important to me nowadays. 

It is true that sometimes I still feel a deep shame at the slutty, wicked things I have done and allowed to be done to me. That is why some of the negative comments to my first report were so hurtful.

You should understand that as a woman of my age I have powerful needs when it comes to sex. My loving husband cannot or will not satisfy those needs. He is not even aware of them. 'Hobby sex' where my husband rolls on and rolls off is a duty I am happy to perform but it does not excite me or leave me fulfilled.

So when I confessed the details in that first story, I knew that deep down I wasn't ready to stop. When I thought it all over I knew that I would keep looking for sexual excitement outside my marriage. 

And because some of you gave me positive comments, I finally decided that I would write down some more of the details about the sex I have been having. 

Mind you, when it comes to sex there wasn't much to write about for a while. My first report closed with the hope that everything would get easier once young Robert made himself busy at university. Things did get easier in one way because, as I had predicted, his demands for sex with me started to fall away. I found out that he was seeing at least one woman his own age and that seemed best for everyone. 

Then again, as I said in my first report to you all, I knew I wasn't ready to give up someone with such a wonderful body, who had such a beautiful penis and who desired me so much. More importantly, by the time Rob was back at uni, I had confronted a terrible truth. 

Once there was a time when I couldn't bear to think of myself as an adulterer or a cheater. I told myself I'd acted foolishly with Michael and Robert. As I saw less and less of Rob, however, I faced up to the realisation that I was comfortable with myself and who I am. The truth about me is is that I am a married woman who needs to have sex with other men.

To help myself try to put Rob behind me I bought a new vibrator – a much bigger one. After all the thrill and discovery of extra-marital sex I was feeling adventurous. Also I was very curious about how big was 'big enough' for me. The new vibrator is even bigger than Rob or his father so I only use it every now and then because its hard to insert it in my vagina. I keep it well hidden away. But once in a while I want to be filled up. Then my big boy comes out for fun times.

Thanks to my toys, and my wicked thoughts, masturbation was more powerful than ever and for a time it did help me. Yet there was no denying how rewarding and fulfilling I found it to have sex outside my marriage. 

My desire for a new man grew stronger over the following weeks. But I was at a loss about what I would do next. How to find a man such as I was dreaming of? I couldn't go out dating and I don't trust those websites. I went back to watching men in the street and at work. You already know that I was looking at big, hunky men with strong, powerful bodies. My only thoughts were of athletic, muscled bodies and the way I would feel as they overpowered me. I fantasised about those bodies as I used my wonderful buzzing toys. 

It took some time and I was forced to be patient. Then, finally, I had some more wonderful luck. A few months passed when I was at a function along with some people from the club where I work. One of my colleagues introduced me to a male friend of hers. His name is Doug. Straight away I liked him and he seemed to like me. 

After my experience with Michael I was ready to do some flirting of my own this time. I have a new confidence these days and, besides, I have discovered that flirting is easy to do with men. Doug and I spoke on the phone a couple of times and he emailed me at work. He asked me about 'getting together' and there was no hesitation from me. I never thought about my husband in all of this except that I would need to find a way to have fun with Doug and keep my secrets at the same time. 

Maybe you won't be shocked to hear it took just over a week before I was fucking another man for the third time. It didn't bother me because I knew both Doug and I had needs to fulfill. In fact, I was thrilled and relieved to have found myself another lover to explore and to enjoy as my secret passion.

I was hungry to discover how Doug's body felt against mine, somehow knowing the sex would be good. I knew that he liked my body. He even he told me as much. I am in my early 40s and I have always kept myself in shape. I have C-cup breasts and my butt and my legs are still looking good. Of course men say nice things to every woman they want to bed. Since that was my plan too I was happy to hear Doug's praise. 

On top of that I have to say that the attraction was mutual. Doug is not as big and muscly as Michael or Rob. But he is taut and trim and fit and his body excited me every time I thought about him. It still does. I love my husband but a body like Doug's is more what I need.

Before all this had begun, I had never thought much about a man and his penis – how big it might be. But my first 'other' man, Michael, was so much bigger than I was used to and it was just so exciting to see it and touch it and feel it. Young Rob was probably even bigger and he really filled my vagina, making me feel wonderful. Some readers will think me shallow for caring about such things. But I can have an ordinary penis at home. Now I suppose I tend to judge a man by the size of his penis, at least as I imagine it. I could only accept a man as a lover if his penis measured up to my needs.

So of course I was very happy when I discovered that Doug also has a lovely penis. Doug's is not the biggest but it is a good size and I do enjoy his thickness. It always feels good in my hand, my mouth or my vagina. When he is fucking with me, using his penis inside my vagina, he is so skilled and amazing that I cannot get enough. He has plenty of stamina, too, and sometimes I have to beg him to let me rest.

I have to tell you that Doug's is the first uncircumcised penis I have ever really seen. I love that part of him. Its wonderful to have him in my mouth and use my tongue to feel the ridge of his helmet, hidden underneath his foreskin. Then I use my hand to slowly draw his skin down and reveal the head of his penis. He loves having me run my teeth around the bottom of his fat helmet. Doug has taught me all about how best to please him with my mouth. I have been a willing student. I feel a little like a slut to be like that but of course nowadays I realise that its the real woman that I am.

Of course when I have sex with Doug I suck his penis and sometimes let him cum in my mouth. I did that for him the second time we had sex. I managed to get him to stay on the bed while I sucked and stroked his thick shaft. He tried to 'warn' me several times that he was about to cum but that just made me more determined. It was like a personal mission to make him unload in my mouth. I wanted to feel less like a wife and more like a real woman. There was so much semen that time – it leaked from my mouth and went over my hands and his penis. There was no way I could swallow it all. It felt so erotic and so 'wild' and I went home later imagining I could still smell him on my skin.

Doug really enjoys my boobs and he likes to suck on them and fondle them for ages. Doug also likes to bite my nipples. While squeezing my breasts, he gently bites my nipples and holds them between his teeth. Then he flicks his tongue over the tips. It feels glorious. Little electric shocks fire through my body and straight into my vagina. 

Before my affair with Michael that I never realised how much men like my boobs. My three lovers so far all have loved my boobs. Since meeting Doug, on special occasions I have started to dress to show off more of my cleavage. My husband has not noticed. But I know other men have and I enjoy that very much. 

The other thing that has changed is that I have started removing some hair from my vagina. Most women in porn do it but I wanted to try because Doug shaves his balls. It looks so sexy and its fantastic to be able to run my tongue over his smooth skin. The first time I shaved myself it was an experiment, carefully removing more and more hair to leave my labia exposed. Then I trimmed the remaining hair so it didn't look so obvious. My husband definitely has noticed that change and he says he likes it. I have discovered it feels absolutely wonderful when Doug is using his mouth on me. It makes everything feel so intense. I regret that I didn't start shaving earlier.

Doug mostly lives alone as his two kids spend a lot of time at their mother's house. So from the start we had a place where we could meet discreetly. And a place where we could have energetic sex. Because it is convenient we have sex a lot. Sometimes we sneak over there when no-one knows. But there are other times when I have to make an excuse for not being home and that means I have to lie to my husband. I usually say I am going to a friend's place or a meeting at work or an extra class. At first it was hard to tell those extra lies. After a time it became just as easy as having a man in my marital bed when the family is absent. 

From the first time I was with Doug I forgot all about those thoughts and worries. The intense pleasure of being taken by a man I am not married to was enough to do that. I know that some of you think I will burn in hell for that.

Everything we do as far as sex goes is very pleasurable and very fulfilling. This report is sort of a continuation of my 'confession'. But I promised you more details of the actual sex. As it happens, Doug and I had sex one afternoon last week and I am going to tell you all about what we did. 

I went to his house after I left early from my job at the sports club. As soon as I was inside we went straight to the bedroom and we both took our clothes off as fast as we could. It was straight into bed and already I was excited by feeling his hard body and his growing erection that was pressing into me. Doug put his strong arms around me and pulled me close. There was a passion I don't get at home. And the power of his body was the best turn-on I could have had.

As we kissed I moved down and took his penis in my hand. I cannot describe how it feels to be a woman of my age who can just grab a penis that she is not married too. I know that with my hands I can pleasure a man but, truly, when I am stroking a penis I am thinking only of how terrific it feels for me and how excited it makes me.

Very soon Doug was sucking on my breasts and my nipples. He sometimes likes to bite me inside my cleavage and he did that this time, sending more of those electric shocks shooting into my vagina. When he went back to pleasuring my nipples, biting and licking them, I actually felt like I could orgasm from him doing that.

I was so turned on that day and I think somehow Doug must have sensed it. 'Let me eat your wonderful cunt,' he mumbled with a mouth full of nipple. I moaned my consent to him and even spread my legs a little. I am no longer shy about letting a lover see that I am aroused or that I want certain pleasures.

Doug moved his body around and I spread wider for him, desperate to feel his hot mouth on my vagina. He gently pulled my labia apart and I felt him run the tip of his tongue right along my slit. I made a loud noise right then and I think my juices actually gushed to meet his tongue. He did it again and this time ended up with his tongue right inside my entrance. I knew I was going to orgasm very quickly and I willed Doug to do whatever he could to get me there.

In that position Doug's penis was close to my hand. I quickly grabbed his shaft and held it firmly. It was fabulous to have him in my hand but I didn't bother trying to stroke him. How could I concentrate on his penis when his mouth was doing its magic on my vagina?

He pressed his tongue into my entrance and licked me again and again. He was using his tongue like a little penis and for once size didn't matter. I could feel him pressing his tongue against the inside of my vagina and lapping up all the juices I was producing for him. 

Then he went to my clitoris and I just burst out with a loud cry. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm that quickly but the feeling of his tongue flicking on my little button was too much for me. When Doug wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked me into his mouth I just came again. I was helpless, carried away by my own lust and Doug's wonderful oral skills. I was in a kind of rapture as I willingly surrendered my body and mind to him.

Doug even seemed to know when my clit had had enough. Just as I was starting to tire he quickly darted his tongue back into my entrance. I reacted so violently that he had to actually push my legs apart so he could continue his efforts. I was losing control and tried to stay limp as Doug quickly slid his tongue in and out of my entrance. Perhaps it was only one orgasm – one long, continuous orgasm. 

As soon as he felt I could take no more, Doug grabbed a condom and positioned himself between my legs. I was breathless and still not able to speak. I just lay there and watched him get ready to fill me with his penis. This was not a duty such as I perform at home. I was aching for Doug and for his penis.

Doug did not waste time and with his first stroke his penis was deep inside me. My eyes flew wide open at how good that felt. I hadn't thought I was so horny. I grabbed at his hard arms and his shoulders and back. This is what I want from my lover – a hard, muscled physique that feels like it wants to overpower me.

I pulled Doug close as he started to slowly thrust deeper into me. His penis felt as if it fit me just right. I was just gasping each time he moved inside me. I wanted more so I wrapped my legs around his waist – something that Doug taught me. It felt very erotic, as if I could stop him from leaving until he had satisfied me. Doug started to go a little faster and a little harder. He is a considerate lover, for sure, but I can feel his strength even when he is fucking me slowly and that always pushes me past the point of no return. I was cumming for him, over and over in wave after wave. 

I never really knew I was capable of multiple orgasms like that, not until I had gone to bed with Michael. Or maybe it was really Robert who showed me what my body can do. I suppose it is part of my sexual peak and I am so grateful I discovered it while I still have it.

Doug likes to fuck me in that position for an incredible amount of time and often I find myself getting worn out by him. Still he finds a way to get more from me even when I feel like I have nothing left to give. This time, his penis still deep inside my vagina, I watched Doug change position. He lifted himself above me and brought his knees up close to my bottom. When his penis is inside me like that it presses against an especially sensitive spot. It is a great sex position when you have a big penis available.

He took my right hand and placed it over my mound, close to where his penis was splitting my labia. 'Rub your clit for me gorgeous,' he said softly. I just did as I was asked. When I am having sex with Doug I always give him whatever he wishes. Touching myself for him is easy now as I no longer get self-conscious about performing sexually. Hell, I let young Rob use a vibrator on me. So I did what Doug asked and used one finger to gently press and squeeze my clitoris as he watched. 

Now he took my breasts in his hands and started to squeeze just the way I like. He was going to make me climax again. I swear he actually counts my orgasms as a kind of scorecard. Once he started pulsing his hips, moving just enough for his penis to cause some friction inside my vagina, I felt my whole body start to boil. Of course I treated my clit just the way I like it. Knowing I was being watched, having my breasts squeezed and my tunnel stimulated, sensing Doug's lust for me, of course I came again just as he wanted. My back arched and my eyes flew wide open once more. Two more wonderful orgasms hammered through me until I just knew I had no more to give. I think my vagina had even stopped gushing at that point as I had no more moisture to give him.

Finally I was done and Doug was prepared to leave me be. He pulled out and lay next to me, holding me as the last of my orgasms twitched through my body. I knew his penis was still big and hard. I just had to try to get my breath back. Doug kissed me and nuzzled at my breasts. I always enjoy what he does to my boobs and it really helped me to come down from all those powerful orgasms. He held me and we kissed and I stroked his arms and his shoulders. I was still horny but I needed a little more rest.

Doug couldn't wait, however. As I said, his cock was still hard and he hadn't had his release yet. When he started biting and sucking on my nipples I forgot about recovery and found my body responding to him all over again. I don't know why I felt so horny that day but when Doug wanted to touch me and pleasure me I found that I was ready for more.

He had his mouth on my breasts and was doing his magic as my nipples stiffened under his tongue and my breathing increased again. When he reached between my legs and started to stroke my vagina I just went limp in his arms, signally I was his for the taking. I no longer cared if I had felt sated. Now all I wanted was for Doug to bring me off again. 

Of course I started to be vocal about how I was feeling. I wanted to ask Doug for more but I was feeling so good that all I had were moans. At last one finger slipped inside the opening to my vagina and I gasped and arched my back to meet him. Doug got the message that time and quickly he licked two of his fingers before he was stroking my opening and pushing deep inside me. I held his hard body close to mine as Doug really started to pleasure me, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside me.

Between my nipples and my vagina I knew I was close to another climax. There was one more thing I needed though. These days I don't always wait for a man to guess what to do. I whispered to Doug to let me roll over. Straight away he made room for me and I knew he understood what I meant. You see, there was one time when I decided to 'let slip' to Doug that I enjoy having my anus licked. It didn't shock him at all and, in fact, Doug seemed quite interested in doing that to me. Since then he has licked me there quite a few times when we are in the mood.

On my knees with my shoulders on the bed, I knew I was wide open to give Doug access to me. His fingers went straight back inside my vagina. With me positioned like that he could reach deeper and when he curled his fingers he touched the perfect spot inside me. I moaned for Doug and felt him start to use his fingers so skillfully inside my vagina.




Wendy Confesses Ch. 02



I was tense and impatient for what was to come next. I felt Doug's warm breath on my skin and then the tip of his tongue touched my anus. It was soft and such an exquisite sensation. I don't know why I ever had the idea of a man licking me there but it has been a revelation in terms of my sexual pleasures. That time I even tried to push my hips back a little to make sure Doug's tongue would reach my little back hole. 

The tip of his tongue moved across my little opening and I gasped aloud. Somehow, this day the sensations were more intense than usual. Doug licked some more, moving up and down in time with the sawing of his fingers inside my vagina. Oh my, that was all I needed!

Moments later I started having a very large climax. I know I was making some very unladylike sounds, more like an animal as I grabbed and tore at the bedsheets. Doug was sensational, reading my body so well and pressing his tongue against my anus as he made sure his fingers were touching the most sensitive spots inside my vagina. The softness of his tongue on my most intimate place went so well with the rougher thrusting of his fingers. My body exploded with all those wonderful sensations and the most amazing climax just took hold of me. All I could do was pant and try to ask Doug not to stop, ever.

Then all of a sudden he did stop and I felt him move his position. My whole brain was on fire at that moment. Doug still had the condom on his rock hard penis and, holding me in place, he moved in behind me. I was still on my hands and knees and of course I knew that Doug wanted to penetrate me that way. I wanted that so badly right then.

I cried out as his hard penis pressed through my opening. It was like some kind of release. That was strange since all Doug had done so far was cause orgasm after orgasm to surge from my body. I think we were both feeling especially horny that day because, thankfully, Doug just thrust himself into me and filled me up. There was no time for words or even thinking. I wanted to cum for him so badly and I wanted him to shoot all his load as deep into me as he could. 

Doug started fucking me and straight away I was exploding in ecstasy. He did take me roughly and I was happy to let him. I have become used to a man fucking me from behind and losing his control. Its a delightful experience if I am to be honest. It is something I've not experienced with hubby for a long time. I am thankful for the pleasures of sin I have found and for being a married woman who can let other men ravage her body.

Maybe I was a little out of my mind. I was so terribly horny and Doug's tongue on my anus had only stoked my fires even higher. Now there was his big hard penis ramming into me and I knew his orgasm was approaching fast. 

I was tearing at the sheets again as my orgasm consumed me. I just wanted to swallow his whole penis as Doug took his pleasure from my body. I tell you it does make me feel like a real woman again. I never mind giving a man the chance to fuck me like that because it is such a wonderful thing to experience his reactions and know it is my body that is responsible.

There was no better place in the world for me to be at that time and I erupted in another orgasm just as I heard Doug call out and felt the unmistakeable sensations of a man having his own orgasm. I never feel their semen shooting into me but the way a man holds himself, the way his thrusting changes subtly, all tell me when he is unloading inside my body. Doug pushed himself deep and hard into me and I knew he was using my vaginal walls to get every bit of pleasure he could. I did my best to reward him by squeezing my muscles to give him some extra stimulation.

Finally we were both done and we collapsed on the bed. My vagina was throbbing and my heart was pounding. Doug sounded out of breath too. I saw that the condom was looking very full as well. We just lay there next to one another until we found the energy to hold and cuddle one another. There was silence for a long time between us. I think Doug has a sort of romantic streak in him. As for me, I was glad for the silence because I had no idea what to say after such a wonderful coupling.

We did talk a bit later on and I was glad to allow my vagina some rest after everything Doug had done to me. Of course we had more sex before our time was over. Neither of us could resist and we gave oral pleasure to each other before Doug pulled on another condom and got into position to fuck me. He didn't ask me and he didn't need to.

This time I stayed in the missionary position and I let Doug plunge his stiff penis into my body. He went slow and I really enjoyed the intimacy and the sensations of every part of his penis slowly rubbing inside my vagina. All my men feel different inside my vagina and it is all part of the excitement of having sex outside my marriage.

I even held my boobs for Doug so he could lick and suck my nipples as he slowly worked his penis inside me. It felt so wonderful and even though I didn't have an orgasm right then I still felt so delicious that I would not have asked for him to do anything more. Doug so obviously wanted to consume my body and I enjoyed his lust that day and the slow way he made me heat up.

Later Doug got too worked up and I felt him start to thrust a little faster. I wrapped my legs around him and soon I, too, could feel my climax approaching. I was content to receive him like that I just lay there and to be the object of his desire and his pleasure. So I let Doug fuck me as my body responded to his penis and the idea my lover was going to shoot his seed inside me once again. I had one more, very pleasant orgasm just as Doug erupted inside me. I just lay there under him, taking in all the sensations and the whole experience. This is the sort of thing I live for nowadays, the essence of my secret life.

Almost two hours of great sex Doug had left my body glowing and my mind feeling strangely refreshed. Despite what some of you think of me, these liaisons with a man I am not married to are very satisfying for me. It is a wonderful experience to have these times when I can forget about my 'real' life and instead behave like a woman, a person with sexual needs. 

As I drove home in my little car, I fought to push those thoughts from my mind. I needed to focus on my home life and I had to be ready in case I was quizzed about my day or about my 'meeting.'

After some routine household duties I was taking a shower when my husband came into the bathroom. We had some very nice time together in there. We've been married almost twenty years and I have never been shy in front of him. My husband may not notice me the way other men do but I enjoy it when he still wants to fondle my bare breasts or pat me on my bottom.

This evening he was obviously feeling very amorous and, naturally, I was enjoying having him pay me extra attention. Our teenage children had gone out so we went to bed knowing we could do whatever we wanted. 

The trouble was that I quickly realised I had a fear about having sex with my husband that night. My vagina was still a little tender after my time with Doug. Yet here was my loving husband with an erect penis and thoughts only of me. I was thrilled but somehow I got stuck on the idea that if we had sex my husband would discover I had been with another man. My fear wasn't rational but it was real.

We cuddled and fondled each other for a long time, laughing and talking loudly about things in our life. I happily wrapped one hand around his penis and soon guided his mouth to my breasts. He stayed there for a long time, sucking and licking at my boobs. My husband is not an expert at pleasuring my breasts but it still felt good to me. With one hand he was stroking my vagina, my entrance that had already taken by another man that afternoon. My husband's touch was very pleasant but I knew he wanted to have sex with me.

Fortunately I had a ready-made solution to my dilemma. Sleeping with other men has taught me to become more active at performing oral sex. In fact, here I am, a woman in her early forties and I give oral to men more often than I have ever done. As I said to you last time, my husband has shared some of the benefits.

With my husband, it is true that giving a blowjob helps to lessen the guilt of what I am doing with those other men. But I do love my husband and in a way I like the fact I can give him a little share of the rewards I am enjoying. It feels great to give him a special pleasure like that. My husband has noticed he's been getting extra blowjobs and how could he not? He asked me about it some time ago and I just told him that it makes me feel young. It was only a 'sort of' lie. He laughed but I know he is very happy with this change.

So I had him lie flat and I moved down the bed between his legs. Cupping his ball sack in one hand I licked up and down his shaft for ages, making him moan until I could see the first drop of his semen at the tip. I have read that most women enjoy that sight and I am no different. 

I shifted position and drew his penis into my mouth. Nowadays I can take most of my husband into my mouth, thanks to the extra practice I have been getting. I was doing my best work for him, slowly stroking with one hand while I sucked and licked with my mouth. I was also still fondling his balls. He was moaning continuously and that made me more motivated. Once he got to the stage of moving his hips, though, I slowed a little. For my husband I was happy to take my time and make it last.

I did not stop making love to him with my mouth until my jaw started to get tired and sore. I stopped and got on my knees, still stroking his shaft.

'I think I am ready for you to cum now darling.'

'Oh hell Wendy. Are you sure you don't some fun as well?'

'This is fun. I love doing this. Let me finish for you.'

Hubby gave me no argument. I went back into position and straight away I was sucking and rubbing his penis. Like most women, I guess I am a natural at pleasing a man this way. It took only a couple more minutes before his hips really started to move underneath me.

'Oh my god Wendy. You are so amazing.'

It needed only a few more strokes and he was unloading in my mouth. It truly was exciting and wonderful to feel him climax like that. When bringing him off with my mouth its like I can feel his passion even better than having him inside my vagina. My husband might be nearing middle age but he can still shoot with force. The first jolt is always strong and then the rest of his load oozes out and fills my mouth. That night I swallowed him down just as I always do. I am proud to say that I do it for all the men in my life. I really enjoy that they all feel and taste so different.

My husband and I did some more cuddling and kissing after that and he even played with my breasts some more. It was a pleasurable way to end my day. Eventually both kids arrived home and finally we got to sleep.

However that is not really the end of my story, of my confession to you all. There is something else more shocking for me to reveal. 

I know that the haters who read these stories will already be writing terrible comments about me. On the other hand, some of you dear readers have patiently read to this point, hopefully enjoying learning about my experiences. For you people, the kind ones, I can tell you that my story is not over.

You see, I already told you how difficult I found it to give up young Robert. It is a terrible thing I am about to tell you but I have long forgotten about the idea of asking for forgiveness.

The truth, my other secret, is that I am still letting Rob fuck me when he wants.

It is not as regular as it was before. We had not had sex for over a month when one day I saw a voicemail on my phone from Robert. I guessed straight away what it was about. Once more I felt a little like a slut who is expected to be available for a 'booty call'. The honest truth is that I didn't care about that. I had missed that young, athletic body terribly and I was ready to agree to meet Rob as soon as we could.

I don't think Robert realises, even now, how irresistible he is with his muscles and his amazing penis. As a young man he just revels in the idea he is getting sex at all and never questions why I still say 'yes' to him. Its true he is using me sexually. I don't care, I am thrilled by the idea of a hunky young man who wants me in that way. I am always happy to drool over his body and worship his penis.

Last Saturday I had a few hours at home alone and these days Rob knows my routine pretty well. He sent me a text in the morning asking if he could 'see me'. I smiled at that and decided to make him wait a little. But you know that it wasn't too long before I sent him a reply saying I would be alone for a little while after three o'clock that day.

When he arrived there was barely a hello before Rob grabbed at me and started kissing and fondling me. I think he was feeling extra turned on that day. Perhaps his female friend at uni had not been giving him any satisfaction.

He was almost tearing my clothes off so I quickly stripped for him and tried to remove his clothes as well. We were still in the loungeroom but fortunately the curtains were drawn. I grabbed his penis, thinking some extra stimulation might slow him down. I gripped and stroked him, feeling the strength and size of his member. I remembered right then how much I had missed that penis. None of that, however, slowed Rob down at all.

The young man was just going at my breasts, pawing and mauling them. If you asked me I would say that I don't enjoy rough sex. So you might think it odd that I didn't ask Rob to stop his attack on me. I didn't even ask him to slow down. He was going to take me as he wanted. He was going to be rough. He was going to slam into me and use me as a release for his urges. I could not have been happier. He made feel alive, desired, sexy, a true woman.

I let him pull me to the floor and quickly his mouth was on my vagina. I am pleased to have taught him some sexual manners. That day Rob did his best on me but he was so inflamed with lust that I just had to hang on for the ride. In fact I was very close to cumming in his mouth but then Rob left me, moving up to give me his penis. Another time I might have complained or sent him back to give me more. But when I saw Rob's big penis coming towards my face I forgot all of that. It was a magnificent sight. He is just so big, sometimes I think the biggest I have enjoyed. Rob has an athletic, muscly body but when he is erect his penis looks so strong and powerful. 

All I could do was open my mouth and let him past my lips. He is so big that I can only fit a part of him in my mouth. I used my tongue as best I could as he gently pressed himself inside. I knew what was coming so I did my best to make him all wet and slick. That way he would slide easily into my vagina.

Rob asked me if I would turn over, lie on the loungechair. He wanted me doggy style and I don't need to tell you that I complied without a murmur. The truth is my vagina was on fire, knowing he was about to punish me with his swollen penis. So I rolled over and presented my bottom to him, letting him see me wet and ready for him. Yes, that is how I think these days when I am having sex with other men. It excites me to think like that and I know it excites them when I act like that.

In a flash I felt him against my opening. You know Rob doesn't use condoms with me and this day was no exception. He was going to flood me when he was done and I found myself panting as I thought about that. 

With just a couple of strokes he was inside me and I marvelled at that familiar feeling of being split apart as young Rob thrust into me. His penis is so big it is like it touches every part of my vagina. I moaned softly as Rob started thrusting into me from behind. It felt so wonderful to have him inside me. His fucking was energetic but not frenzied. I tried to feel every bit of him as he moved inside my vagina. Several times I felt him bang into my cervix, a kind of dull pain that turned me on even more. This wasn't sex, it was being fucked. But there were no complaints from me.

I held on to the chair as I felt Rob start to thrust longer and harder. His lust was getting the better of him. I knew he wouldn't wait for me but that was no matter because I only needed a few more moments. As Rob got close his penis felt even larger than before. It was making my entire body heat up. I felt his hands grip my hips and I felt the power of his muscles. I thought about being pinned under his muscular body as he started to really thrust into me and then suddenly I was exploding for him. I suppose I had been missing Rob a lot because I came so easily and quickly. My 40-something body was completely helpless as Rob worked his magic. I came all over that fantastic young penis as my lover announced that he, too, was cumming and then grunted over and over as he emptied himself inside me.

Almost as quickly as it had begun our little sex episode was over. Let me assure you that it had not been at all disappointing. In fact I felt so wonderful. I was panting and my vagina was soaked. My sex was stretched and full of semen. I had given myself to a young man as if I were some kind of animal. Again, no complaints from me. 

Rob was still in something of a hurry. He pulled out quickly and straight away I could feel his big load starting to slip out of my entrance. It seemed the other young woman had been denying my Robert. I had to run to grab a towel before there was a mess on the carpet. Despite my reverie I was still careful not to be discovered.

Rob lay next to me, both of us still recovering from our frenzied activity. We talked, as well, but I stayed away from sex and girlfriends. The whole time I was rubbing his penis, massaging his juices and mine into his skin before licking my hands clean. We did have a little more time to spend than I had let on to Robert. But I was enjoying his passion for me and his loss of control as his youthful urges took hold of his male brain. 

The other thing about his youth is that within twenty minutes Rob got hard in my hand again. This time I was going to get a few more of my own pleasures. So I gently guided him up to me so that I could suck his penis more comfortably. Rob's penis is too big for my mouth and that adds to the feeling of him being so powerful. I could still taste both of us on his skin. He let me take him in my mouth and slowly thrust his hips so that I could lie still next to him. It was a little like having him fuck my mouth with his big hard penis. 

Soon Rob was eager to enter my vagina again. I was delighted, let me tell you. So I lay back for him, lifting my knees and parting my legs to give him a proper aim at me. This time he went slower. He even teased me a little, placing only the head of his penis inside my opening as if he wanted me to say 'please let me have more.'

In fact I did say that. I know it makes me sound like a slut. But it was a simple pleasure to give him. And it was the truth. I cried out when Rob lowered his big, athletic body onto mine and drove himself into me.

When he was fully inside me I started pulling at Rob, bringing him close so I could feel his strong arms and his powerful chest. I never get quite the same feelings from anyone except Rob and these were the urges that had led me astray in the first place. I was in my family home being fucked by a young man around half my age. All I cared about was feeling his big muscles and his bulk and the amazing sensation of his penis as it slid inside my vagina. 

This time Rob lasted longer which was great for me as I stroked my hands over his muscles, down his back to his lovely bottom. The feeling of his weight, his big body, on top of me, trapping me, only added to my excitement. Rob thrust into me like a man that had been denied sex for too long. His pumping, long and strong, reminded me I was a booty call, his little 'fix' for a period of abstinence. It was such an erotic thought right then. Rob was making me feel so amazing and so turned on. I wanted him to climax, to get the pleasure he wanted so much.




Wendy Confesses Ch. 02



'Cum for me Rob,' I panted at him. 'Come on my lover, I want you to shoot for me.'

'I am going to cum Wendy. Don't worry about that. You feel so fucking great.'

'Oh yes Rob, that's what I want. Fuck me and give me your load.'

Happily I got there first again. I was lying under him, gripping his muscles, feeling his physical power, that amazing penis stretching and filling my body. Rob started to thrust harder and I knew he was getting close. That was the thought that set me off. It was such a turn-on to feel his muscles rippling as he had his way with me.

I came quite loudly. Its something I try not to do with Rob but that day my sounds just escaped as I focussed on Rob and his body and his gorgeous penis. Without warning I felt another climax starting to surge through me. I forgot all about time, where I was. All I knew was my orgasms ripping through me and the feeling of that young hard body on top of mine.

'Wendy I am going to cum.' Oh my - yes that was what I wanted to hear.

'Oh yes please. Let me have it.'

'Will I cum inside you or can I go in your mouth?'

'Shoot inside me. I love the feeling.'

'I've been thinking all day about cumming in your beautiful mouth.'

That was a little disappointing. Not least because I do love the sensations of his big load shooting inside my vagina. I am not interested in getting pregnant but as a woman there's something primal about taking a man's semen deep inside me. But Rob wanted my mouth. On this day I was giving Rob whatever he wanted, I was his booty call. The idea of his huge penis, wet with my juices, exploding in my mouth was too good to ignore.

'Yes do it. Come up here.'

He moved at great speed. 'Shoot for me,' I said just as he shoved himself into my mouth. You will think of me as a slut and a whore and I suppose I cannot argue with that any longer.

I had rolled myself onto my elbow so I only had one free hand. I reached behind Rob and grabbed his beautiful backside. I could feel those hard muscles flexing as he thrust carefully into my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum was obvious even though he was soaked in my wetness. I have gotten to know his penis very well and I could sense how close he was for me.

He was deep in my mouth when the first shot erupted. It landed right at the back of my throat and for a moment I was afraid I would choke on his semen. Rob just kept pumping into my mouth. The once shy young man now has the power and confidence of an experienced lover. The second burst seemed to wash down the first and I found myself having to swallow furiously to keep pace with him. I gulped at him, wanting more, wanting all of his fluids. I licked and sucked and swallowed everything he could give me. It makes me sound wicked and filthy but I wanted to drink every last drop from his balls. Only when I knew he had emptied himself did I release his penis and drop back to the carpet. 

Rob stayed next to me a little while. He hugged and kissed me and told me how wonderful I am. Truthfully I think he is very earnest when he says things like that. As I said before, he is probably grateful that he is allowed to have sex with me. I have never asked if he has fantasised about older woman as I gather some boys do. What I am trying to say is that Rob's compliments are different. I know for sure he is not just trying to be nice so he can fuck me. 

On the other hand, as tends to happen when Rob wants to take me in the loungeroom, I soon could tell that he was getting ready to leave. The booty call was over. I had enjoyed two powerful orgasms and I could have been satisfied with that. But I decided there and then that my young man owed me many more the next time he came over. Next time I will take Robert to my bed where I will really have my fill of his delicious body. 

I could say he was totally rude and a 'prick' to get up and leave like that. I don't feel like that about Rob, not at all. I lay there still feeling his size inside my vagina and tasting him on my tongue. I was still panting with my own sexual excitement when I heard his car start out on the street. I had allowed the young man to take me and use me and I felt excited and proud about that. My special secret, my terrible secret, actually makes me feel more alive than anything else I can think of. My family would come home as the day dragged on and I would revert to being a wife and mother. It would only be easier and more rewarding with the memory of the way I had cum around Rob's massive penis.

That is why I am the way I am. That is why I am the woman I am. 

I must also mention one other thing in relation to my needs and the sexual acts that happen with my 'other men'. I know some readers wanted to hear about me progressing to having anal sex with my lovers. Sadly, I have to disappoint those readers. I have not had anal sex with anyone yet. I think that means I am still a 'virgin' back there. 

Please understand that I could never ask for anal sex myself or even suggest it to someone. I got brave enough to ask two of my other men to lick my rear for me and I do love those sensations. When it comes to the idea of having a man put his whole penis in my bottom, though, I just know that I could never say it out loud.

I will confess that I am curious about anal sex and have watched more porn showing women enjoying themselves that way. Since I have been experimenting and becoming more adventurous with masturbation I have even tried a little on myself. The first time I put a finger in my bottom it really wasn't comfortable. Later I decided the better way was to wait till I was masturbating and had my vibrator working on me. That worked much better. I have managed to orgasm with a finger in my bum. It feels very different but still quite enjoyable.

So if a man wants to ask me for anal sex then why not? If it is the right man then I expect I will say yes. I suppose he will have a large penis because that's what I enjoy now. So I wonder how successful it will be. But I will try having anal sex and hope I will enjoy it. It just has not happened for me yet.

Until then of course I have Doug and Rob – and perhaps another new man will come along. Doug and I will see each other for sex this week. 

I also know absolutely that young Rob will contact me again soon. I know I will tell him 'yes'. When that happens I have already decided that your Rob will be my sex toy and that I will make him lick me and fuck me until I cannot take any more.

As I said earlier, I accept the person I am. I have no idea how long I will have these feelings and these needs. I suppose one day I will wake up and it will all be over. I won't be sad, however. I'm really living my life now.

Thank you again for reading.

W.



Wendy Confesses Ch. 03



Hello dear reader. I am back again to tell you more of my tales.

At the start I thought of telling my story as a kind of confession. Its not a confession anymore. I have come to enjoy revealing my sexual adventures to you all. It is a positive thing for me. I feel good knowing I have some happy readers. Nowadays I am much more confident to admit up-front what I do and what I enjoy. At least, I can admit to it while keeping my identity a secret. And this time I have something new to write about.

As I have explained before, I am an unfaithful woman, a "cheater". Maybe I could also be called a "MILF". 

I used to become racked with fear that I'd be caught. Yet, my desires and my need for illicit sex wouldn't allow me to stop. With my (almost) secret lifestyle I have been discovering all kinds of sexual pleasures. I am so much more confident and uninhibited these days when it comes to sex. It's been a revelation for me to discover how good it feels to be "slutty" when I'm with an illicit lover - or even with my husband. 

Some of you enjoy reading about that. Some of you are easily offended by a woman like me - but I do not care. I enjoy being who and what I am. I really feel like I "have it all".

Some wonderful things have happened to me recently. Although, on the down side, I finally left young Rob behind me. Yes, I managed to end my affair with my university student lover and his wonderful young body. Oh, and that huge penis of his! I found it really difficult to do, but I stopped responding to his text messages and eventually he stopped asking me for sex. At first I was really worried about how Rob might react. Then again, I knew he would be frightened of his father finding out what he had been up to. His attempts to "blackmail" me into having sex with him would have been his own undoing. So I decided there was little risk involved.

I also ended things with Doug some time ago. I wrote last time about how I met Doug and about the wonderful sex we shared. It was a little tough to end the affair with him. I enjoyed the attention he gave me and his big appetite for sex. With Michael and Rob I had the delicious physical challenge of being taken by their huge members. With Doug I found a skilled and considerate lover who spoiled me with many long, wonderful sessions of sex. 

Part of the reason I ended my flings with Rob and then Doug was for reasons of safety or discretion. Despite living my new life to the full, I still fear being discovered. So I have decided it is best to avoid a set routine or to be seeing the same man all the time. The other important consideration is that I need to avoid other men forming an emotional attachment to me. Those are not the only reasons, however.

The thing is, I have a nice man at home with a nice penis. He makes love to me on a fairly frequent basis and my home life is a happy one. So I have access to regular sex and lots of love. I have changed in the last year or so and that's no longer enough for me.

I don't know why I am this way, but I am a woman with certain needs. I experienced a terrible weakness with Michael and yet what I got from him was so liberating and fulfilling. It sounds silly but I felt like a woman again. So the truth, the real truth about me, is that after all these years I will no longer be satisfied with having just one man to have sex with me. Not even one lover "on the side" can satisfy my urges. 

What I need is need men, multiple men. There - I said it. I am really excited to have discovered that I can try so many different men. I need variety, something new. You might say that I need to add to the notches on my belt. That is how a man would explain it. 

I guess it is called "playing the field". I am not looking for the perfect partner. What I want is the excitement of the "new" and the feeling of taking a fresh lover who is excited by me and who promises me new adventures.

I know some would call me a "slut". I don't mind if that's how you see me. I am comfortable knowing that I am no longer the woman I once thought I was - a simple "wife and mother".

When I say "variety", however, there's one thing I don't want to change. You see, I already have a nice man to make love to me. When I am with a "lover" I want more. What I dream of, what I go looking for, are men who are strong and big, fit and muscled. I relish the physical power of a man like that and its a thrill when I am having sex with him to feel that he can overwhelm me whenever he wants.

There is one other thing I demand. Before I will take him as my "man on the side" he must have a big penis. He must be "well hung" and I mean for real. Its how I started on this journey when I first had sex with Michael. I learned that I enjoy a larger penis, one that really fills me up. His boy, Rob, was even bigger and I found myself dedicated to finding big penises to enjoy. Now when I go looking for another lover I want a man with a penis to match his powerful body. I want him to be able to fill me completely and then to leave me feeling him even after he has gone. 

This does make it harder to find a suitable man. And, of course, with my requirements, I cannot rely on meeting men by accident. For that reason, months ago, after much thought and worry, I finally did try out a couple of websites for people like me - women looking for sex with new people. It wasn't easy at first and I did have a few mis-steps. The first man I met was a disaster. I found out very quickly that he was a liar. 

The second man was much better. Unfortunately he did mislead me with respect to one vital detail. Luckily I realised his penis was too small for me before we actually had sex.

Since then I have insisted on proof of size before I'll even swap emails with a new man. Getting proof is not hard. What's hard is sometimes finding someone who will be man enough to actually go through with his promises.

I found all that with Tom. I first met him about four months ago. He is married, too, which gave me an extra thrill. I will admit that I liked the idea of us both engaging in a taboo. Tom works out a lot and has a lovely athletic body. Above all, he has a really big penis. Almost as big as Rob's. I am a lucky girl.

The first time Tom and I were together was an evening when I supposedly had a "meeting in town". When he took me in his arms I instantly felt myself getting hot. The feeling of his powerful muscles wrapped around me almost had me shaking in anticipation. Quickly I removed his shirt and felt his skin against mine and ran my fingers across his lovely body.

He complemented me on my body, too. I have been working out harder than ever to get myself fit and attractive for my men. I know its reduced my bust just a little but I am willing to pay that price. So far I have observed that men still enjoy my breasts as much as my slim, fit shape.

I was so excited and aroused to be with my new lover. I felt myself starting to act all "slutty" and it didn't take long before I sank to my knees. Without another thought I took Tom's penis out of his pants. He looked even bigger in the flesh and he was so hard and hot in my hands. Even his penis looked like it had muscles. The tip was fat and smooth and the shape was really nice.

Of course I took him in my mouth almost straight away. How could I resist sucking on a lovely penis like that? I've become very proud of my ability to give oral pleasure to men. Using my lips and my tongue, I made sure to enjoy every bit of Tom's fabulous member.

We had sex a lot that first time. Tom made me try lots of different positions and I loved all of them. What Tom likes most of all is me being on top, either with him lying back or sitting in his lap. He says he loves looking at and playing with my breasts while we are having sex. Funnily enough my breasts make me more confident these days and I enjoy the attention they get from Tom and my other men. 

That first time we had sex I told myself what a good choice I'd made. It felt fabulous to have his big, hard penis entering my body and stretching me wide. It felt even better to be in position above him and to lower myself onto his manhood. It was so good to be in control like that and to feel my vagina slowly stretch around his size. 

Even on that first time I discovered I loved the new sensations as each position allowed his penis to touch me in new places. Tom loves to pleasure a woman orally as well. I have to say he is pretty good at it. Maybe not the best I've had, but I'd never say no to his wish to go down on me and use his mouth on my vagina.

Being so fit, he has great stamina as well. Tom is very gentle with his thrusting and he can maintain his power and his hardness for hours. Being on top so often, I find I get a nice workout at the same time. What's not to like about that? 

On our first time I wanted him to cum inside me. I had finished riding him to yet more powerful orgasms when Tom told me I should "clean" him. I climbed off and straight away took him inside my mouth. It was so good to feel him still hard and pulsing and it was very erotic to taste him while he was still covered with my wetness. I licked and sucked him eagerly, really wanting to return the delicious pleasures he'd been giving me.

I remember looking up at Tom to see what he wanted me to do next. But Tom just looked back at me without saying a word. So I had to make the decision about what would happen next. Of course, I was excited that he was enjoying my mouth so I decided I'd finish him off that way instead. I'm no longer shy about taking a penis in my mouth and tasting a man's eruption is almost my favourite thing these days.

I could only fit around half his size into my mouth so I had room at the base of his shaft to stroke with my hand. I worked on him slowly, going as far down on him as I could manage. His sounds were so quiet and soft. I was really turned-on by the way he moved his hips in time with my sucking. Its always good to have a new man in my mouth and ready to explode. I know all women enjoy the feeling of control and power at that moment. I perform oral sex on all my men, including my husband of course.

It only took a few minutes before I could sense that Tom was really close to ejaculating for me. I clamped my lips more firmly over the shaft. Naturally I didn't want to miss a drop of his lovely cum. I always enjoy the texture and the taste of warm semen as it slides down my throat. 

Tom had such force when he erupted that it caught me by surprise. I could feel his spurts landing near the back of my mouth and I was so excited. Like I always do, I swallowed the whole lot. Then, when he was too sensitive for me to continue, I lay between his thighs and I licked and suckled on his big hairy scrotum.

I've never told Tom about how much I enjoy having a man lick me "back there", on my sensitive anus. I don't really know why. For some reason I was not sure how he would react. I can manage without it for now. So I have decided to keep it for myself as a lovely pleasure to enjoy with my next lover.

Tom and I do plenty of other exciting things anyway. He loves it when I am preparing to take him in my mouth and I rub my boobs all over his cock. He also likes to "tit fuck", where I wrap his delicious penis between my boobs. It feels so naughty to have him "fuck" me like that. When he thrusts his big, hard penis in there I get to feel the power of his muscular body. A few times I have let him unload right there, shooting his semen over my boobs and onto my neck. Tom gets so excited from doing that so, of course, I get excited in response.

We have had lots of "normal" sex of course. I couldn't deny myself the fantastic sensations of that big penis in my vagina. Just as I said, I have come to love being really filled-up and, almost as much, to enjoy the feeling after we have had sex - the feeling of being stretched and empty after his big hard bulk has finished inside my vagina.

The thing that was so totally new and different with Tom is that he asked me about a threesome. What did I think about having sex with him and another man? 

You could say that his request blew my mind. I knew about this kind of thing, of course. I'd never thought of trying it myself. So I was surprised, even shocked, to hear myself say "yes" the very first time he asked me if I would consider having another man in bed with us. 

Mind you, the next day I started to reflect on my response. I regretted saying "yes" so quickly. What was I thinking? What would Tom think of me?

But, dear reader, you know me pretty well by now. So you'll know that I could not help but give it some more thought over the next week or so. I have watched a lot of porn showing threesomes. The female actors always seem to enjoy having two men at once. I fully understand it is not "real". But those on-line movies got me thinking more and more about agreeing to Tom's proposal. 

The more I thought about it the more I knew that I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by. After all, it was a chance to experience another new man and another new penis. I started to think more and more about what it would be like to have two lovely hard penises with little me in the middle of their lust and desire for sex. Two for one and double the pleasure! I started to use the idea to fuel my masturbation sessions and I started to become more and more certain I would go through with it.

Yes, I still masturbate fairly regularly. I do that despite all the "normal" sex I am getting these days. I still get surprised at how horny I can be all the time but I suppose I am proof that women enter their sexual peak in their late thirties.

I gave Tom some ground rules. First, we would do this only once - no argument. It was important to limit his expectations of me. Secondly, the new man had to be big and muscled like Tom. He took care of that when he showed me a picture of his friend who is a body builder just like Tom. Actually, his friend is really massive with the biggest muscles I have ever been "up close" with.

Third, and critically, this man must have a big penis. Eventually Tom was able to provide me with proof. His friend, Tate, is a nice size indeed, although clearly smaller than Tom.

My fourth requirement was that we would not use a hotel. I don't like them because they create too much risk. Credit cards and the chance of being seen by someone we know. Tom had been using a "love nest" of a mate of his. He assured me that the same mate would not mind if we used his bedroom for a threesome.

Later, as I thought about what I was getting into, I got all worried and even a little frightened. It was risky to be alone with two well-built men. There was a chance that Tate would betray me somehow. I wondered what Tom had said to get Tate interested. Most of all I worried that I would get cold feet at the last minute. Or, worse still, that I would not be able to perform for two men at once.

So late one afternoon I drove to our usual "love nest" to meet Tom and his friend Tate. I was scared, I can tell you. I was getting cold feet and I kept imagining that I wouldn't enjoy what they did to me. I had been watching too much of the wrong kind of porn, I suppose. Having sex with two men at the same time was far more than I'd ever imagined for myself. I was intimidated.

I just couldn't back out, however. For some reason that seemed cowardly and disloyal to Tom. I'd told him "yes" and now I felt I had to go through with it. The fact he'd shown me a picture of Tate's penis did help me as well. I felt naughty and even a little dirty as I drove. But I knew I badly wanted to experience whatever they had in store for me. I wanted the excitement of having two beefy men who would be turned-on by little old me.

It shows you how far I have come. And I don't even think about it as adultery or cheating any more. I've given plenty of myself to my husband and my family over the years. I don't regret that at all. All the same, I am sure that I am entitled to have some special treats and to have my own life separate to all that. So this quiet little wife and mother was going to have sex with two men simultaneously.

Tate is a rather handsome man, early forties like Tom and I. As soon as I walked in I couldn't take my eyes off the two of them, buff and fit. What was best of all was Tate's fabulous body. He is really into his bodybuilding and the results of his hard work were plain to see. His shoulders and arms are huge and he is beautifully "cut" as they say. I was melting as soon as Tate came close to me. 

He is also quite the gentleman. He was very nice and he quickly had me feeling at ease. The truth was that my fears were turning into nervous excitement. I'd only ever gone to that place to have sex with Tom. This night I was going to have sex again, I knew that. Tom had promised me two penises and my body was starting to shake a little as I knew it was about to come true.

We swapped chit-chat for only a few moments. I don't remember how but suddenly the two men were alongside me, touching and caressing me. It was a little scary until I saw how turned-on both of the guys were. Well, that got my juices flowing. How could it not, with two big muscly men holding me close?

They were very gentle and slow but there was no mistaking when they began to undress me. There could be no turning back. I did not protest. They slipped off my new sexy lingerie and they seemed hardly to notice it at all. When my C-cup breasts spilled out I heard Tate draw breath and whisper something like "so gorgeous". Well, after that I was hooked, as they say.

I felt so vulnerable, naked in front of two guys I hardly knew. But in truth it was the biggest thrill of my life. I can't explain how I got there but it felt so right and so amazing. Both of them were so hungry for me that I found it easy to show my body to them. Their reactions were making me feel confident and really aroused.

So I ended up completely naked standing between two hunky men. Tate was grabbing my bottom and kissing my breasts. His breath was hot on my skin and I closed my eyes as I drank in these new sensations. Tom had one hand between my legs and was kissing me fully on my mouth. I was so tiny in between them. But my body was reacting in the best manner. As they touched me I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

After a few minutes they literally carried me across the room and placed me on the bed. With their sexy, big muscles I had no way to resist. Not that I wanted to. In my mind I had surrendered completely to them and whatever they wanted.

I lay there watching, excited and eager, as both men tore their clothes off. What a moment that was. I think I might have actually stopped breathing for a few moments as I watched them prepare to take me sexually. My eyes were kind of stuck on Tate though. He has the kind of body one sees in bodybuilding magazines. His physique is amazing and it looks even better up close. 

I guess part of me knew I should feel dirty and wicked for being there like that. Let me tell you, though, that the boys were a magnificent sight with their two big, hard penises pointing up high. Obviously they were excited by me. Once the men came closer I reached out to wrap my fingers around both their shafts. I just did it without thinking. Suddenly both my hands were full at the same time. It felt so liberating.

Tate moved onto the bed near my feet. Tom bent over me and kissed me again. Just as he thrust his warm tongue into mouth I felt Tate softly push my legs apart. It was really about to happen!

I held Tom's lovely big penis as he bent down to kiss and suck on my nipples. But really I was concentrating further down, waiting for Tate to use his mouth on my vagina.

Well, I was so excited by then that I started to orgasm from almost his first touch. Tate was wonderful with his mouth and his tongue. That first orgasm hit me hard and I didn't even care about the noise I was making. I pulled on Tom until he moved up towards me. Just as Tate drove his tongue into the opening of my vagina I took the head of Tom's penis into my mouth. 




Wendy Confesses Ch. 03



My secret lover had his big penis in my mouth as another man was eating my vagina. There I was, the little "wife and mother" being so intimate with two men I hardly know. Yet I was so overcome that I could not stop my orgasms or my sounds. When the two men swapped I was just as excited to have a turn with Tate's penis. He is noticeably small than Tom but I still loved the sensation of him in my mouth, thrusting and throbbing for me. Two men, two big hard penises to enjoy me and be enjoyed by me. How amazing, now, that it took me so long to try this experience.

I just melted and surrendered myself completely. After the start I cannot really describe everything that they did to me. Those two big, powerful men moved me around the bed just as they wanted. I was lifted, turned, rolled over and everything else. The feeling of their physical power made it feel like my ultimate dream come true. Yet they were really gentle with me and I was never afraid. I just kept touching them, feeling their rippling muscles and marvelling at the way I could see every fibre of Tate's yummy muscles in his arms and his shoulders. When he had his penis inside me I tried to watch his handsome six-pack as his muscles pulsed in time with his thrusting.

For a long time the men kept me on my hands and knees as Tate pumped into my vagina from behind. What a scene of debauchery it must have been. To be taken in that way was so raw and exciting. I think I my vagina was wetter than I can ever remember. 

Plus, in that position I was sucking on Tom and rubbing my breasts all over his big, hard penis until it was clearly leaking his fluid. The rocking of Tate's thrusting in my vagina pushed me to and fro along Tom's penis.

Of course they swapped places. I knew without them saying anything that I should take Tate's penis into my mouth. Of course I did it, too. His penis was so hard and warm. After he had been in my vagina I got so turned on from tasting myself on his shaft. Tate gently caressed my head as he thrust into my mouth and I came nice and hard all over Tom's penis.

Oh my - to feel two penises inside me at the same time. At first I just let them do it to me. There is a crude term for having sex in that way. In my mind I was ready to be a slut that night. It felt so good that I let them do everything they wanted. I was experiencing something like ecstasy and all I could think about was how wonderful it was to be filled in my mouth and my vagina. I even imagined that their members were touching somewhere deep inside my body.

Then Tom lay on the bed and I lowered myself onto him. I held his penis in one hand as I slid down on him, letting him part my lips and enter me deeply. I let Tate watch me do that, not that I had much choice, and strangely I felt even more turned-on from giving this stranger a show like that. 

Tate stood in front of me and I knew exactly what I had to do. Quickly I gave him a little signal with my eyes and then I was taking his rock hard shaft into my mouth once more. It was an incredible feeling to have so much hard flesh inside my body. Tate's smaller shaft fit so well into my mouth and I reached around and grabbed his rock hard butt cheeks as I let him thrust into my mouth. 

Then they lay me on the bed again and each man took a turn in my vagina while the other was suckling on my breasts. Tate kept moaning and telling me I "have the best tits". It was wonderful and indulgent to have both men so crazy about my breasts and to be able to lie back, touching and stroking their hard, muscled physiques while they took their time pleasuring me.

Everything we did that night was exquisite. Both men are skilled lovers and were very generous to me. Both of them enjoyed burying themselves fully in my vagina. It was fantastic to have them changing positions and to feel the different sensations from each penis. I especially enjoyed the way Tate made his balls slap against me in time with his pumping. I came for them both, over and over and over again. I hate to think that once upon a time I imagined two orgasms a night were sufficient for me. 

When I eventually did get tired, they let me lie there and they both suckled on my breasts at the same time. That was such a delight. They both were very gentle with me but their different techniques dazzled my brain. The twin sensations sent more of those electric shocks through my entire body. I felt very spoiled and grateful for all the attention they were giving me.

Later on I kissed my way all over Tate's body. I have seen men like him but I couldn't believe how wonderful he is up close. Its not just that he is so enormous. His body looks and feels like chiselled stone. I was in awe of him and sexually aroused all at the same time. I actually found myself licking his fabulous muscles. He let me suck and bite his hard little nipples as well and, from his moans, I rather think he enjoyed it.

Tom made me do a "69 position" as well. That was very thrilling for me. Tom put me on top and I happily lowered my vagina onto his face. I remember being so excited because I knew what was coming next. His tongue felt so good on my swollen clitoris. I enjoyed the way my breasts hung down for Tate to see. Tom was so hard and I took him straight into my mouth and sucked him deep. I was wondering if I could make him cum for me like that.

Then Tate lay down beside Tom. Immediately I saw the opportunity for me with two penises to take into my mouth. It was really heady stuff for a "nice lady" like me but I twisted myself around until I could reach them both. I was feeling very greedy and I sucked both men, one and then the other, back and forth. 

I said I like variety and suddenly I was getting as much as I could want, with two hard throbbing members right there "in my face". All I had to do was enjoy myself, feeling Tom's soft mouth working on my vagina and those two hard shafts throbbing in my mouth. They both fit so well in my mouth and I kept them nice and slippery with my saliva so I had no trouble with them thrusting into me.

I admit, though, I wasn't really paying too much attention to their penises. Tom's mouth was working wonders on my vagina and my whole body. I just kind of let myself go and I experienced climax after climax. The fact I had my choice of two hard members to hold in my mouth sure did help in that area. I just let myself enjoy everything they were doing to me and I allowed myself to climax hard and loud for my two lovers.

The guys let me rest when I finally could not orgasm any more. I was grateful because pleasuring two men at the same time is quite tiring. Still, I used the opportunity to do a little more exploring of their bodies and especially Tate with his bulging muscles. I love the man I have at home but he doesn't workout so he has a fairly typical middle-aged body.

It still felt so special to be naked in bed with two sexy men as they caressed and fondled my body. Their fingers and their mouths felt so good all over me. My vagina was feeling a little sore and my mouth was very tired. I knew I had been well and truly "used' sexually and I would likely feel the effects the next day. I couldn't care less, however, and I soaked up the pleasure of them stroking my smooth shaved vagina. 

The time passed so quickly and yet we'd been having sex for well over an hour. I wanted more but part of my brain kept reminding me that my "pass" for the evening would only last so long and I needed to get home.

Naturally the men were both horny. Well, I had had so many orgasms and they had both been holding off for so long. I could see their shafts were hard and swollen, ready to burst. So I came right out and told them I wanted them to unload. I know it sounds terrible to some of you. I almost cannot believe how wild I have become. But right then all I wanted was for them to unload their balls for me.

Tom sat me on the edge of the bed as they stood in front of me. Once again I got to hold a big penis in each hand. It still felt as good as it had the first time. Yes, I was acting like a slut. I will say that it felt natural and easy. The fact I was being so wicked and naughty only made the pleasure more intense. 

I had two fit, hard men in front of me with their penises desperate for relief. So I took one in each hand and started to stroke them slowly. Both men groaned aloud and I confess that was one of my biggest thrills of the night.

I had to give them more, of course. As I have said, I'm proud of my skill at giving oral pleasure to a man. Thanks to Tom, this night I had two of them to take care of. Without a word being said I took their penises into my mouth, one after the other, and sucked them deep. I felt so naughty and so excited. I made them even harder as I ran tongue over their hard shafts and their pulsing veins. Both of them were oozing their cum and I made sure to lick over the tips of their shafts and dip my tongue into their tiny holes.

At that point of the night my mouth was starting to ache but I never thought of stopping. I didn't want to disappoint Tom. Besides, it just felt right for them use my mouth like that. I will confess it turned me on to have them hold my head and thrust into my mouth. 

Perhaps I was a little disappointed that they wouldn't shoot into my vagina. Its so lovely and primal to have a man unload so close to my womb. I wonder, though, what I would have done with two loads of semen in me.

It didn't matter, anyway, because Tom stepped in close to me and I knew what he was after. I smiled a big smile at him as he told me he wanted to "fuck my tits". His shaft was nice and slick from my saliva so he took position and placed his penis right in my cleavage. I did wonder what Tate made of me acting like a slut but still I cupped my boobs and wrapped them around Tom's impressive manhood.

He didn't wait, quickly starting to thrust himself between my breasts. I feel so lucky that I am "big enough" to let Tom do that. I squeezed my boobs a little tighter so he wouldn't escape. I was loving the feeling of my soft flesh placing pressure on his hard "wood". He was moaning softly which was really exciting for me. He thrust hard so it was tricky for me to hold on but I didn't care. I love the power of his fucking of my breasts and I could sense he was close to his eruption.

I looked down and was so excited by the sight of his big penis sliding through my cleavage. The tip was glistening and he was about to "cum". I made sure I had a nice firm grip of him in between my boobs.

As usual Tom gave me no warning. I just felt the start of his climax and then his semen was spurting out of his penis and shooting all over me. I got some of it on my chin and one little piece near the corner of my mouth. I don't think I was smiling - I was too aroused and amazed by the sight and the sensations of his erupting fluid as it landed in big lumps all over my chest. But I felt fantastic.

Its not that I am porn star who wants to be covered in semen. I just love the experience of a man "cumming" for me and sharing in his excitement and his sexual climax. If he gets some on my breasts or my hand then I can enjoy that too. What does thrill is the taste of semen on my tongue and as soon as Tom was done I grabbed his penis and took it right into my mouth. He tasted so strong and warm as I cleaned him and made sure I got all the rest of his semen from his penis.

"I'm going to cum in that beautiful mouth," Tate told me. It wasn't a question. I didn't need to reply. He was such a sexy man that I sat still as he approached me with his hard penis pointing at me. I moved to put my arms around him and draw him close as he held his penis in his hand. Automatically I let my mouth fall open for Tate as he presented himself to my mouth.

It was so glorious to let this stranger use my mouth. I knew I was safe with Tom present. Right then I just wanted to take in every little bit of Tate and his wonderful body. I reached around and pulled him to me, grabbing his butt and feeling the shape of two round boulders in my hands. I could feel them flexing as he thrust himself into my mouth.

Usually I like to hold the shaft with one hand to give some extra pleasure to the owner of the penis. I don't think Tate required any additional stimulation. Straight away I could tell he was really close to his climax. Plus his penis was smaller than Tom's so I found it easy to accommodate most of the shaft in my mouth.

I smiled to myself when he took hold of my head so he could pump into my mouth. I knew it was going to happen, he was going to unload in my mouth, and the idea was tremendously pleasing. I knew I would enjoy the experience of a new man gushing his semen into my mouth. And I knew it would make Tom happy for me to give such a treat to his friend.

Tate did call out a warning must as he was about to explode. I took him even deeper into my mouth, anxious to make sure he emptied his balls completely. As I tightened my lips around his shaft Tate began to flood my mouth and I had the fantastic experience of feeling his warm, salty fluid on my tongue. He'd shown such stamina that I knew he'd have a lot to give me. So I quickly swallowed that first spurt and then the second as more and more of his fluid drained form his balls and into my waiting mouth.

I know I was being a slut. I suppose nowadays its true that I am a slut. Most of all, I was safe and I was desired. I felt able to be the woman I really am. As one load of semen was drying on my skin I swallowed a second load and I imagined the little "swimmers" filling up my tummy. 

I kept Tate in my mouth until he signalled he was too sensitive and I had to release him. I could see he was astonished at my performance and that made me glow with pride. Beside him I could see the satisfied smirk on Tom's face. It was obvious I'd done as well as he'd wanted and I'd proven myself up to the challenge. 

There's not a lot more to say about that night. I left soon after and went home to my husband, still horny and wanting to suck his penis as well. 

I don't think I will ever repeat that performance. Mind you, so many times since that night I have found myself thinking back to what I experienced with those two men. What I did, the position I put myself into, was risky and potentially dangerous. I am sure that was part of the thrill. Its part of what makes that night so special. The whole thing made me feel so alive. I was like a "real woman" and not just a "wife and mother".

I was on a "high" about my performance for weeks afterward. I can tell you it has fuelled plenty of masturbation sessions. However, part of the aftermath was a little while later I ended my fling with Tom. It wasn't because of any regrets or any bad reaction on my part. Simply, I was ready to move onto a new man. 

I have found the next man and I will share more details next time. For now I will just say that he is about ten years younger than me, he is a good specimen and has a dirty mind. He has talked to me about a lot of new experiences he wants me to try.

Next time I write, I want to "confess" about my first explorations with anal sex.

Take care until then.

W



Wendy Confesses Ch. 04



Hello dear reader, its me again. I've come back to give a further chapter of my adventure. I want to thank you for the kind responses you've been giving me. It might sound crazy to say this, but the truth is that some of your encouragement has helped me to have the courage to keep going and continue exploring. After all, if you're enjoying it then you can be sure I am too.

For the record, in case you have not gotten as far as my first few "confessions", I am an early-forties woman, wife and mother, tall for a woman (I suppose) and also fit and curvy with C-cup (sometimes B-cup) breasts.

To complete the picture, to explain the reason for my confession, I am an adulterer and I very much enjoy having sex with hunky men that I am not married to. 

Please understand that I was not always like this, sneaking around and having sex with "other men". It was a long journey to get to where I am now. Sometimes, doubts crowd into my head. You see, I do worry about the lifestyle I have chosen for myself. Yes it is exciting. But sometimes I question what I am doing. What I have gotten myself into? Have I gone too far? Am I out of control? And if not yet, could it ever happen? I imagine you will form your own judgement about these things.

I can still remember how scared and nervous I was with my first "other man", Michael. To that point I hadn't even kissed a man since meeting my husband. Yet, faced with temptation in the form of Michael, the truth is that I never even considered stopping or resisting. I'd had these dreams, you see, of a man like Michael. Once I was given the chance to live out my fantasy I simply could not hold back.

Some readers have looked down on me for my sins. The reality is that those first steps were so tough for me and yet so easy. I remember the first time I had sex with Michael, thinking that it was so out of character for me to behave like that. Yet, it seemed so inevitable. I still can't explain it but I just had to have him. That very afternoon when I committed my first adulterous act, I just let myself go and I really enjoyed the experience.

Later his son, Robert, wanted to have sex with me. Oh my, that was so terrible of me and yet I enjoyed it so much. At first I told myself I was being "blackmailed" by Rob. Of course it wasn't true. When Robert first suggested that we have sex I was excited at the idea of someone so young and virile wanting me sexually. He was an opportunity for more wicked pleasures and that only increased my desire for him. I knew it was wrong for me, as a mature women, to surrender to the advances of someone so young. Once I did surrender, however, his wonderful body and his massive cock confirmed that I was a "cheating woman". It guaranteed that I would go looking for more men "on the side".

Looking back it is hard sometimes to see the woman I used to be. I am so different now - thinking about sex all the time now, masturbating at least every second day even when I have been getting sex. I watch porn on the internet, more than I ever did before. I have bought sex toys and, after Rob mentioned anal sex to me, I sometimes play with my bottom when I am pleasuring myself. And that is not even the total of the wicked things I have done. 

You readers know about the many times I had sex with Robert in my house and even took him into my marital bed. I practically worshipped Robert's magnificent manhood. I freely admit I let him "use" me sexually so that I had an excuse to enjoy him. 

When I stop and think, it all sounds so extreme for a respectable, married woman. That is before I even mention my threesome with one of my lovers and his friend. Looking back, I do feel some guilt that I would willingly commit such an act. Even though I was afraid, it thrilled and excited me and I loved every moment of it. 

If someone looked closely they might observe some of the changes in me. For a start, these days I tend to wear lots of low cut outfits and show plenty of my cleavage. I know my husband has noticed - he enjoys it. A lot of other changes seem to have pleased him. Its not just the fact we can sometimes watch porn together. Nor is it just the extra oral sex he's been getting from me -- although he likes that too. These days I take pride in my ability to "suck cock" and usually his cock is the one in my mouth. In addition, because we watch porn together, its easier for me to introduce a few other ideas into my sex life at home.

A few people have suggested that I include my husband in my adventures, or at least let him know what I am up to. The truth, however hard it is to accept, is that I don't think I can. Honestly, I don't think I want to. I know that part of it is my fear at the idea of owning up to all the things I have been doing behind his back. I think I would want to die if he ever found out.

Then again, you see, I am just not ready to let go of my secret lifestyle. I realise how twisted and how terrible that is. What you have to understand, however, is that a big reason for why I enjoy my secret lifestyle in part because it is "my" secret lifestyle. Most of the time I like the person I have become. Since I have improved my husband's sex life as well than it is all for the good.

The other thing my husband has noticed is that lately I have been using more language and words that previously I regarded as "crude" or "dirty". Over the past few months it has been much easier for me to say, and to write, words like "cock" or "pussy" or "fuck".

That change is due to a new man who came onto the scene for me. His name is Joe. He has a wonderful body -- not so big and muscly but definitely athletic and hard. His cock is quite big and it has a lovely curve. Joe is about ten years younger than me and, as always, that tweaked my ego. He also told me up-front that he likes to "be the boss". Perhaps I should have turned away right then but, instead, I was drawn to him. On reflection, I had to admit to myself he is the sort of man I enjoy. 

I get soft, gentle love-making at home. I treasure that, I really do. But my fantasy is for big strong men who can control me. Some of those men want to use me and "make me" do sexual things for them. Honestly, I cannot explain just how exciting that is.

From the very start, Joe made it clear he didn't like me using "prissy" words. So I found myself trying to change my thinking and embrace terms like "eating my pussy". It felt so rude and yet so liberating, just like everything else I have done over these many months.

One other thing about Joe -- from our first contact he made it clear he was only interested in women who would agree to have anal sex. If I was not prepared to be "arsefucked" then he did not think there was any point in us meeting.

Joe had given me a big challenge. Was I ready to go that far? Was I the kind of woman who would allow a man to put his cock in her bottom? Ever since young Rob asked me the question I have had thoughts about trying anal sex. Some readers have also wanted me to try it. Well that's easy for them since its my butt that will be getting stretched by a big fat dick. Yet, as I have said before, I have been interested enough to watch some of that type of porn and, amazingly, I even started to experiment on myself.

So how did I respond to Joe? Well, the truth is that I was enthralled by the fact that Joe made it clear he would be the boss. I've never read "Fifty Shades". Perhaps that makes me odd. But don't think for a moment that I don't enjoy my lovers being assertive or taking the lead in bed. If I'd ever doubted that then Tom proved it. My experiences with Tom, especially the threesome he arranged for me, just proved how exciting it is to allow a lover to take the lead.

Once Joe told me he wanted to control me in bed, I just knew I was going to find it hard to pass up on him. He is actually a very nice man and that made it more likely that I would have sex with him. But a man, especially a younger man, who was so open about "making me" do sexual things made my pussy wet. Did I also mention he has a very athletic body and a very nice looking cock?

On our very first time I invited Joe to my house. Maybe, deep down, it was my way of really submitting to him. I was so eager to please Joe. Plus, I remembered how thrilling it had been to take young Rob to my marital bed. For some reason, I wanted to experience that with Joe. Luckily for me, Joe is just about as paranoid about discretion as I am. It wasn't easy to arrange but one Saturday early on I managed to get the place to myself for two hours.

As usual I was very excited about handling and sucking a new cock. Joe has a wonderful specimen, maybe a little over seven inches and not so thick as Rob or Doug. Perhaps almost the same size as my first -- Michael. I was still feeling nervous about that, of course. After all, I needed a nice big cock but what about my poor bottom?

Well, I soon had him in my hands and then I was on my knees, sucking him lovingly. Oh my, he felt so good in my mouth. His balls are big and heavy and I love the amount of pre-cum that Joe oozes from the head of his cock. That hard, young shaft gave me quite a thrill and I got even more aroused when Joe started to pump his hips and thrust himself into my mouth. 

I'd already told Joe that I was an "anal virgin" and that I was afraid that his big cock would hurt me. Joe told me that he would decide when I was ready for anal sex. I shuddered when he said that. Joe also assured me that he knew how to prepare me. I never once even thought of telling Joe that I didn't want him to "fuck my arse".

So we soon got naked and climbed into bed. I was doing my best to explore and enjoy this new, young body. Even though Joe is not as big-bodied as some of my "other men" I had no doubt he was capable of overpowering me. What he wanted, though, was to go down on me and lick my pussy.

Let me tell you that young Joe is an expert at giving oral pleasure to a woman. I had shaved carefully that morning and I was already nice and wet for him. The way he treated my clit with his lips and his tongue was exquisite. He obviously wanted me to explode as he flicked his tongue relentlessly just at the tip of my little bud. It took only a few minutes and I was cumming so hard I almost had to bite my lip for fear of the neighbours hearing us. 

Then, before I could recover my breath, Joe moved down and started thrusting his tongue into my pussy hole. It was like he was giving me a little fuck with his tongue. I was so aroused and so excited by his desire for me that I remember I grabbed his head and pulled his face into my wet pussy. He never let up and I had at least two more orgasms for him. When he finally was done his face was covered with my juices.

As I recovered from that incredible start, Joe fondled and touched me all over. I was really enjoying my selection of my new "other man". It was so good to have Joe touch and kiss me on my face, my boobs, my tummy and to feel him kneading and squeezing my butt. Of course it kept me nicely aroused because he was so obviously turned-on by me.

After a little while of being touched by Joe, he rolled me onto my tummy and made me pull my knees up underneath me. As you'd imagine, in that position I was totally open and exposed to him. That made me all hot and excited again. Joe then proceeded to give me the longest and the best licking that my anus has ever had. 

He started with soft, gentle licks around the edge of my bottom hole and I was quickly hoping for more. He took his time and I experienced the most wonderful feelings of indulgence. Joe was the perfect man to take me on this "anal" journey. 

Next I felt Joe flicking his tongue over the opening to my bottom, doing it ever so softly. I am almost ashamed to admit that I was moaning openly. No man has ever pleasured my arsehole like that and I almost begged him to "please don't stop".

It wasn't long before Joe was really licking my hole and I even felt him thrust his tongue into my rear opening a few times. I was sure I was getting vey wet and soft back there. I even wondered if he was going to stick his cock in there that very day. My whole body was glowing with a wonderful warmth. The fact that I could feel the tip of his tongue inside my bottom was sort of "filthy" in a way and yet it was so erotic. I was moaning loudly the whole time.

Then, while he was still licking my hole, Joe slipped two fingers inside my pussy. I'd never ever thought about such a thing and it almost made me explode right there and then. I was so wet, of course, that his fingers slipped in easily. He started to lick hard at my arsehole while using his fingers to really "fuck" my pussy. Let me say that the sensations of heat and arousal quickly had the desired effect on me. I was only glad that I could bury my face in a pillow as I came so loud and so hard. I suppose I was a little embarrassed as well but I let Joe finger my pussy until I couldn't take any more.

After he let me rest for a bit Joe wanted to fuck me. I rolled over into the missionary position and gladly spread myself for this horny, dirty, athletic young man. I hope you'll understand when I say its a special moment to have a new lover climb on top of me. Feeling a new cock inside me for the first time makes me feel wicked and liberated all at once. I wasn't sure just how to act for Joe because he was the "boss". So I tried to lie there and let him thrust into me any way he wanted. It wasn't so hard -- after all, his nice athletic body was lying on top of me.

His cock with its beautiful curve was wondrous inside my pussy. Despite my earlier orgasms I knew I would cum again from his fucking. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders. He wanted to use the entire depths of my pussy. The thing is, I wanted that too. I was open and available to him. Joe was pumping into me, telling me I was a "slut" and a "bitch" and that it was high time I had my "arse fucked". It felt so good to have him take me like that and to touch and feel his hard, lean body. As he thrust deep into me, his yummy cock triggered another delicious orgasm.

When Joe was ready to cum he suddenly pulled out of me. I looked down and saw his cock standing up proudly. It was wet and glistening with my juices, which was a very erotic sight. I was so turned on right then, although a little confused. But Joe was in charge and he moved up the bed and positioned himself over me. "Take it in your mouth," he ordered. Oh my, he wanted me to suck him to completion. I swear that my pussy tingled anew when I realised he was going to shoot into my mouth. I rolled over a little and opened up for him, inviting him to slip his cock past my lips. I remember how big and hard he was after fucking my pussy and how good it was to taste my juices on him.

I used my lips and my tongue as best I could to pleasure him and draw out his cum from his balls. Joe was quite gentle but he was pumping his hips and shoving his cock into my mouth. With my free hand I could feel his big balls swinging underneath. Just the sort of thing that I love.

His eruption was really delightful. Luckily for me he didn't have a lot of cum to unload. For some crazy reason, right then I was worried about spilling him onto the bed so I sucked him as hard as I could and swallowed the entire load. Well, I enjoy doing that for a man anyway and Joe tasted great. I felt a surge of pride when Joe smiled down at me and said I was "a good little cocksucker".

We didn't have a lot of time that day so Joe had dressed and left soon after. Then I was in the shower, cleaning myself up. Standing there, thinking about the sex I'd just enjoyed, suddenly a lot of dark thoughts came crowding into my mind. I recall a similar thing had happened after my first sex with young Robert. It was the same thing --confusion, guilt and anger.

What the hell was I doing? Once again I'd taken a stupid risk. Why was I so ready to have sex with this new man? Was I so low that I needed to let men use me sexually? I'd practically begged him to lick me in the most crude place. I'd even I let him call me "bad" names. So what did that mean?

The only answer, however, was that I'd totally enjoyed the entire experience with Joe. He found me sexy and I got off on that. He had taken control of me and he'd made my body feel so excited. I'd wanted to please him in return. I was even happy for him to call me those names because I knew it was making him turned on. More, Joe intended to shove his cock into my bottom and that was an idea I simply couldn't resist.

As for that part, anal sex, I thought about the fact that I could ask my husband to take my "anal cherry". I guess that is the correct term. I am sure that any time I want I could bring it up with my sweet hubby and he'd do his best to oblige me. I'd even have a perfect excuse after all the porn we've watched together.

Here's the thing - I am actually too embarrassed to ask my husband. I could not admit that I have become so wanton as to be thinking of taking a cock in my bottom. Besides, it was so much more exciting to think about being used "back there" by one of my secret lovers. I knew that if I kept on with Joe he would fuck my bottom and I knew that I wanted it to happen. Was I really that kind of woman? In my mind I had crossed that line.

It was only a few days before I got to be with Joe again. This time we went to his place. We still had only a short time but I was satisfied with that. He is so demanding of me that our time together is very intense. Besides, in my mind it was a further bit of training for me before we reached "the big day".

That second time with Joe, as soon as the door was closed, he ordered me to strip naked for him. I smiled as I undressed, him watching and me feeling vulnerable and yet so sexy. He could not take his eyes off me and I felt so excited and so "wanted".

Without a word he pushed me to my knees and rubbed his lovely, curved cock all over my face before he shoved it in my mouth. Joe was taking charge again. Yes, I felt like a "slut" but I had consciously chosen Joe while knowing it would be like that. He was quite rough with me as he used my mouth. It was another of those turning points. Part of me said it was too scary and that I should run. Then another part of me told me I was actually enjoying being "forced" by this new man.

Soon after Joe had me on his bed, on my back and eating my pussy. I lay there just as he wanted, greedily enjoying the waves of pleasure he was sending through my body. Then he forced a finger into my bottom! I almost protested. I remember being shocked and I remember the discomfort I felt. There'd been no licking or rimming this time. Oh, but I didn't complain, not for a second.

The heat and the slight burning in my arse was just a momentary distraction. Joe was still working expertly on my pussy and he had me wanting to cum very badly. The sensation of his finger in my delicate hole somehow made my entire body feel even more alive. My whole world was centred on my nether regions, my pussy and my arsehole, and I tingled all over. Soon I was cumming so hard I had to pull a pillow over my face as I feared the neighbours would hear me.

After he was done with me, Joe had a vey contented grin on his face. He admitted he'd wanted to shock me and that he "just knew" I'd be able to handle it. We touched and stroked one another and I paid some extra attention to his nice balls. Then Joe had me lick the tip of his cock and clean up all his pre-cum. I held him in my hand, delighted by the hardness and the soft curve of his shaft. Keeping him "clean" was a tough assignment because he just kept on leaking fluid. He does taste good, though, and it was a lot of fun to be permitted to play and to explore his manhood in that way. Oh, and have I said how great he feels in my hand?

Eager to "finish me", Joe put me on my hands and knees. It was the "doggy" position. Once I would have cringed at that term but nowadays I can freely admit I enjoy this sexual position. 




Wendy Confesses Ch. 04



I was eager too, wanting his curvy cock to pleasure my damp pussy. Joe fucked me, quite hard too. Even my bigger, stronger men haven't quite pounded me the way Joe did that afternoon. Yes, he hurt me and he even bruised my cervix. To me, however, that it was a kind of challenge to see if I would truly allow him to have his way with me. In a strange way I was excited that he would fuck me like that. As I have said, I just get thrilled by the idea that I can make men so turned on. It was even better to feel him unload himself deep in my pussy as he growled behind me.

As usual, that night at home I was really horny. I asked my husband to suckle on my boobs while I fingered my clit and came very nicely. Then I gave him a really great headjob. I let some of his cum rest on my tongue before swallowing it all down, although I did leave one drop on my lips. Am I terrible?

I didn't see Joe for a couple of weeks after that. He said I should use the time to "get my arsehole ready". I decided I should follow his "instructions". These days I am the proud owner of a couple of small butt plugs and I did my best to use them during my still frequent masturbation sessions. The thought of full anal sex frightened me, of course. I had decided I want men with larger cocks. Now I had to face the consequences for my rear end. I know that anal sex must be painful for some women and I worried that I'd be one of those.

The next time we got together we had a lot more time and I really enjoyed Joe being slower with me. It feels funny to be the older woman and yet to have Joe as the experienced partner and the one who is teaching me. That evening he licked my butt for ages and had me moaning loudly and getting so wet. We even did a nice long "69 position" and I hungrily devoured his cock while Joe licked and gently fingered both my holes. Having Joe spend so much time up close to my holes, playing with me in both places, was a little difficult for me. It was just so intimate. Plus, the whole time I was thinking that soon he was going to force himself deep inside my rear end.

Joe gave me so many fine orgasms that evening. Later he was eating my pussy (again, making me ecstatic) and, without a word, he took one of my butt plugs and slowly shoved into my bottom. I just let him do that to me because I already trusted him as far as being a lover. Once more, the sensations were so new and so enjoyable. My body felt even more sensitive than usual. I tried to imagine how it would feel to have his cock in there instead. I lay back as Joe pleasured me with his fingers and his mouth while my arsehole clenched around my little rubber toy.

Then Joe put me into the doggy position again and got ready to fuck my pussy from behind. He left the plug in place, which made me even more aroused. It did make it a little difficult to accept his cock. For a moment I thought he wasn't going to fit. Joe used some extra force, which hurt me a little, but he penetrated me fully. Oh my, with his lovely curved cock inside my pussy, and my bottom filled up, I experienced such a different feeling. I'd never been filled and stretched quite like that, even with young Robert. However, the discomfort soon left me and I really started to enjoy having him fuck me like that. Joe even played with the butt plug a little. I was surprised but I really got off from the feeling of movement in both places. Once again Joe made my whole body seem like it was on fire and I came several times more for him.

When he was ready to finish, Joe pulled out and moved up close to my face. His shaft was swollen and glistening. It was a magnificent sight. Then Joe told me that he was going to "cum all over that beautiful face". 

I shouldn't have been surprised but I admit that I was - just a little anyway. I've seen it done so many times on the internet and I already knew that some men crave to do this. No man had ever ejaculated on my face before that night but I could have guessed that Joe would be the first.

I lay down right beside him. I didn't protest. In my mind, Joe was in charge. On top of which, he makes me feel so sexually excited that its easy to go along with his demands. He enjoys making me behave like a slut and you know that, deep down, I love it too.

I stayed on my side, my chest heaving slightly and rubbing his bottom with one hand. I wasn't expecting to enjoy the experience. I was going to go through with it anyway because I knew Joe was very excited. He was moving his hand really fast along his shaft and I knew I was in for a close-up view of his semen erupting from his cock.

Everything was so intense. I could hear the bed moving underneath him and his shallow breathing. I could hear his approaching growl as he neared his climax.

I remember seeing the first burst of semen erupting from his tiny hole. My goodness, I still get tingles from the memory of that. I must have closed my eyes but I remember clearly the force of his eruption on my face. I shouldn't have been surprised since I've taken semen into my mouth so many times. Yet, being truthful, it felt so different to experience the power of his orgasm like that. I heard his wonderful growl as his big cock jerked and spat his load at me. I could really feel it landing on my forehead, my lips and some of it even splashing onto my boobs. 

It felt like a big load, as if he might have been saving it for me. The strange thing was that I kept hoping he was aiming it straight at my face. Maybe I wasn't keen to have him cum on my face but, since he'd decided for me, I really wanted him to do it properly. I wanted to please Joe and show him that I could wear all his semen. 

At last his sounds stopped and I sensed that he was done. I could feel that my face was wet and so was my cleavage. I was able to open my eyes. I saw him grinning at me, still puffing from his effort. He told me I looked beautiful with cum all over my face. It sounded as if he was proud of me. And I lay there, just like a whore, with his cum dripping on my face and running down my skin until it stained the sheets. Joe just kept smiling at me and that made the experience feel so special.

So that was my first time for a "facial" and I can confess that I enjoyed it more than I would have expected. The best part really was feeling his power as a man. A part of me secretly relished that. Actually, I enjoyed it even more because Joe had "forced" me to do it. I was quite thrilled even though I wasn't sure that I should be. Later, I looked at myself in the mirror as I cleaned his cum off me and I thought to myself, once more, how much of a slut I have become.

I was still wondering about that later on, still worrying about it all. I suppose there was some guilt. After all, I am still trying to play the role of a "good" wife and mother. 

Yet, again, there was no hiding from the fact I am an adulterer. I told myself that having semen shot onto my face was all part of what I should expect if I had sex with so many different men. Besides, I picked Joe for one reason. I rationalised it in my own mind by telling myself that a woman who was prepared to be arsefucked should not worry about getting cum on her face. I know I don't ever have to allow another man to do that to me. In the end, though, I feel a little pride at accepting that experience from Joe.

The thing was, now that Joe had "marked" me with his cum, I knew for certain that I was in for an arse fucking. He took care of that about one week later. I was so nervous and even a little frightened. It did help a little to know that I was to be given no choice in the matter. That was the deal I had "signed-up for".

We were together at his house in the afternoon. Joe didn't say much but I just knew that this was the day. He licked my pussy for a long time and had me cumming loud and hard. He paid special attention to my bottom as well. He put me on my hands and knees while he fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit. Then he fucked me, in the missionary position, and I lay back and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of his cock rubbing inside my pussy.

Finally, after I had cum for him some more, he allowed me to rest for a moment. Then he looked deep into my eyes and he just said "its time my little bitch". I shuddered on hearing that. 

I have to tell you that the first time was good but probably not exactly what you want to hear. I was on my hands and knees for him, open and available. I could have felt humiliated and I suppose I did to some extent. How could I not when I was going to allow this younger man to force himself into the place where I go to the toilet?

He used his tongue some more to make my arsehole nice and wet. Then he got his cock really slick. As he started to insert his cock in my bottom he went slow, very slow. Every time I had a bit of pain he stopped or he backed off a little. I was grateful for his care but I was determined to let him continue. How strange to admit that but I think I had become obsessed by the thought of arsefucking. 

As he went deeper I was amazed that my bottom could stretch like that and that he could fit in there. I had been almost sure that such a little place would not accommodate his big cock. Yet, after a few minutes, I realised that he was more or less inside me. For the first time I had a cock in my bum. 

Joe wanted me to rub my clit but I found that I couldn't. I know he wanted to distract me but I just couldn't stop focussing on my arsehole. It was just like the first time with his finger. I was still scared and yet so excited. There was so much going on in my head that I couldn't think about touching my cunt. I guess some readers will know first-hand the sensation of having a thick, hard cock introduced into their bottoms. I will say that the sensations in my bottom weren't exactly comfortable. Yet they weren't exactly bad either. It was so different to a butt plug. I suppose, truly, it felt a little weird.

Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed the feelings after a while. Knowing he was deep in my arse already, I found I could relax and stop worrying. Honestly, it was quite amazing to have a man's erect cock deep inside my rear end.

Oh my -- I never looked back at Joe but the mental picture was an incredible turn-on. There I was, on my hands and knees, fully exposed and available. A handsome and athletic man, a man I am not married to, had me trapped there with his rock-hard cock stuffed in me "back there". I was his "little bitch". It was such a "low" moment for me and yet it was a triumph!

Joe was adding spit to his shaft so he was able to start slowly moving inside my bottom. I can say now that I have been "arse fucked". I was pleasantly surprised.

The thing is, I just wasn't sure how my body was supposed to react. The new sensations were very strange. I was confident I could let Joe take my bottom again if he wanted it. I just was not having the kind of earth-shattering experience that some people claim.

Joe was really happy afterwards and we lay on the bed while he cuddled me. I was really pleased that he did that. We showered together as he was "cleaning up" and I was relieved that we didn't have my "business" all over his cock. We ran out of hot water and once we got dried I remembered that Joe hadn't cum yet. I was still so excited and, I suppose, feeling "submissive" towards Joe. Something told me that I should show my gratitude to Joe for the experience of my first arse fuck. I decided there was no better way than to offer to suck him off.

I received a fabulous grin from Joe and went straight to my knees. His yummy, curvy cock was rock hard for me and I happily took as much as I could. I was even excited when Joe started to pump his hips. His pre-cum was really flowing and that got me excited all over again. It didn't take long before I heard him start to growl and almost before I knew it he was flooding my mouth. Let me say that he was "hot and strong" and, like always, I swallowed the entire load.

So there, dear reader, is the tale of my first experience with anal sex. I felt like I really deserved the title of "slut". It was heady stuff and yet scary all the same. I feel so liberated to be able to have a lover who wants me like that, who wants to use all my body and make me behave like a slut. 

For the next few nights I had great sex with my husband. Was it out of guilt? I am sure that's not the reason. I was just thrilled with myself and my new talents. Plus I think I was just feeling extra horny. It felt so good to go about my daily business, thinking about having had anal sex and knowing that it was such a secret thing.

Being so horny, and feeling so excited, I just couldn't leave thing there. Yes, I'd proven myself to Joe and I'd discovered I really could accept anal sex. I was more of a slut than ever. But, of course, I went back for more. I had been having far too much fun with Joe. He had a special way of making my body feel so alive. I confess I was eager to accept some more of his domineering manner. I wasn't ready to look for my next lover.

I ended up so happy with myself for that decision. About a week later, we fucked again and, once more, I let Joe fill my back passage with his delightful curvy cock. Of course we did all the usual preliminaries. Joe sucked on my boobs and fingered my pussy. He pushed me down and thrust his cock into my mouth. I struggled to stay in "doggy position" while he licked both places and then used his lovely cock to fuck me slowly. As he was doing that, he was playing with my bottom, stroking his finger over my rear opening. 

There was no need for me to ask - I knew Joe was going to fuck me in my rear again. This time I felt really ready. When he withdrew from my pussy I braced for the pressure of his cock at my bottom hole. I expected the pain again. This time, I knew I could manage it. I knew I could be his "arsefuck" for the night. My goodness, I felt so slutty and so alive.

I was grateful that Joe had given my bottom a good licking. He went more quickly this time, the end of his cock was past my opening before I even had time to think. In truth, he hurt me as he pushed his cock into me. I suppose its what I deserved as a "cheating slut". I gritted my teeth, not wanting to beg. Joe did back off a few times but he told me that I could "take it like a good bitch". Even though I was ready to cry out I knew what he said was true.

It felt just the same as before, exciting and weird to have something so big and hard inside that place. And what was more, it was Joe's yummy curvy cock. I admit that did make me a little more aroused.

Maybe for that reason, I felt the pain subside more quickly this time. I decided I would rub my clit. I really wanted my arsefuck to give me some pleasure. I was surprised to discover my clit was ready for some stimulation. It felt so good to be touching myself. I could feel my excitement rising. The pain in my arse was feeling much better as I played with my clit. Once more my brain was dealing with so many sensations. Except that this time it was a very pleasurable mixture.

When Joe started to pump his cock into I was still feeling some discomfort. I imagine that's to be expected -- its not really natural for a woman to accept a cock in that part of her body.

But I was starting to enjoy it -- more than I'd thought possible. I couldn't decide if it was his fucking or my fingers on my clit. The pain was leaving me quickly. Instead I was really aroused and starting to really enjoy his thrusting.

Something happened to me. I didn't know what it was but I guess my body just took over. All of a sudden, I didn't want Joe to stop. His cock in my bum was starting to feel really delicious. I was incredibly aware of "back there" and the fact Joe was pumping his cock into my tight, dark place. It seemed like he was taking his time, going deep but slow. I silently wished for him to just keep on like that. I had never felt those sensations before. Maybe it was possible I could enjoy being arsefucked.

After a few minutes there was no discomfort at all. For the first time it really felt good to have Joe in there. It still felt weird, make no mistake, but now he was moving so easily. Every time he thrust forward, jamming himself into my bottom, my entire body reacted. His cock felt so long and so very hard. He stretched me and filled me up all at the same time. I could feel every inch as he really fucked me. I was actually enjoying it.

I stopped playing with my clit. I just couldn't focus on that any more. I really wanted to concentrate on these new feelings. I needed to hold myself in position while Joe humped my bum. The unfaithful wife was getting fucked in her rear end and it was incredibly intense. More, it was starting to make me lose control. 

Whatever it was, I felt Joe start to increase the power of his fucking. I started to get the idea I might climax from Joe's cock fucking me back there. I was no longer afraid of anything he was doing to me. I was panting hard, heating up and getting more and more excited. I doubt that he was aware of it, probably only focused on his cock and his own pleasure. But it felt so amazing to know he was enjoying my arsehole and that I was going to cum with him stuck in there. The deeper, harder screwing was having an amazing effect on me. Suddenly I knew I was an arsefucked bitch and that I loved it! I'd never have expected that to happen to me. I think I might have even pushed my hips back, trying to encourage Joe to keep going long and deep into my bottom.

It started slowly but it was definitely there. My climax was "on the way". I just tried to concentrate on the amazing sensations of Joe's rock hard cock stretching and filling my bum. Just the thought of it seemed to make my orgasm speed up. I could feel the entire length of his shaft stroking inside my "nether regions" and I was on the verge of cumming in the weirdest way.

Oh my goodness, I have heard of anal orgasms and maybe that's what happened to me. I could feel Joe's hips as he entered me fully with each stroke. He was going deeper and faster and I was somehow cumming and cumming. It was somewhere else, somewhere I've never felt an orgasm before. And it was such an intense sensation. I guess it was like a "slow burn" but it was consuming my entire body. I'd never had any idea my body could quite that way. 

Joe got a bit carried away about then, becoming more like an animal. He started pumping into me even harder. I loved it - dear me, yes I loved it! I was so thrilled as he fucked my bottom like some common slut. Right then, I belonged totally to Joe and his wonderful cock as he "went to town" back there.

I remember I could hear a strange noise and I recall thinking that the sound was coming from me. That sound only stopped when I heard a familiar growl from Joe. Suddenly the most important thing for me was to make him cum inside my bottom. Of course, I had no idea what I should do to help. I tried to push my hips back, tried to make sure he could fit all his cock inside my bottom. 

His fucking still felt incredible. I knew he was going deep and hard into me and yet it didn't hurt at all. My own orgasms were fading but I knew Joe was so very close. 

When he did erupt inside my arse I couldn't feel any difference, but of course I could hear him. It was a wonderful sound. I do enjoy the sound and feel of a man cumming in me. It was certainly different to be having it in my backside. To be honest, I suppose it was "filthy". Then again, if I am to let a man fuck my arse then why not enjoy the throbbing and pulsing of his cock in there as he unloads all his cum?

I was giddy from all that pleasure and I suppose my over-riding thought was gratitude to Joe. Without him its possible I'd never have experienced orgasms that felt like the ones I had that afternoon. The fact he ejaculated into my bum seemed to end it all perfectly. It just felt "right" for Joe to empty his seed into my bottom, the first man who'd ever done that.




Wendy Confesses Ch. 04



Afterwards I used a damp towel to clean his shaft. Then I sucked him nice and deep until he got hard again. Joe didn't cum a second time, which seemed a shame. But he assured me that I was a "good little bitch" for taking such a pounding in my rear end. You know me well enough to understand how good that made me feel afterwards.

The other great thing about that experience was that I had no discomfort the next day. I'd been sure that the long, deep thrusting would leave some after effects. After such amazing orgasms I would not have minded so much. But I was very happy to find there was nothing to worry about.

Now, of course, I am sort of wondering why I didn't allow myself to try anal sex much earlier. All I can say is that obviously I just wasn't ready. Even a "slut" has her limits, I suppose. It was worth waiting for, however, let me assure you.

Having done all these things with Joe, I'm feeling that its almost time for me to end it with him. You know why and I hope you'll understand. Joe seems to be ready, too. I think he is like me and prefers his conquests rather than something like a relationship.

I can guarantee that the sex with Joe has remained wonderful, especially his oral talents. Oh my, I do enjoy it when he fucks my bum but I have to say I live for the feeling of his mouth on my pussy. The way he treats my hard little clit is exquisite and its so exciting when he "tongue fucks" my wet hole.

I have learned to be more vocal when he is "eating my cunt" and I love to say things like "yes, right there" and even to say "please, don't stop". When he uses his mouth on me I know I will climax long and hard.

Yes, Joe has fucked my bum many more times. Yes, its felt really good every time. It still is a wonderful experience to have my secret younger lover pinning me against the bed while he uses my "backdoor". I think the feeling of his hard, lean body on mine makes my orgasms from anal sex even stronger.

Joe doesn't use my bottom every time we are together. A number of times he has wanted to shoot his cum onto my face - his other favourite act. It is a "slutty" thing to do but I am happy anyway. The best thing about that is that Joe gets so excited from it. For myself, I prefer to taste his load and to swallow him. So I have learned to open my mouth so he has more of a target to aim for. I also try lick up the bits of his cum that land on my lips and that seems to please him. 

The thing is, whenever I get a facial from Joe he always unloads so much semen on me. I have to check carefully before I go home to make sure I don't have any of his cum stuck on my face or in my hair.

Joe has introduced me to a few more pleasures. He has even tied me to the bed a couple of times so he could fuck me as he liked. I confess that I didn't find that so much fun. Joe wanted it so I didn't mind letting him take me in that way. I still got a proper fucking and I still came many times over for him. So I am not complaining at all.

I have really enjoyed my time with Joe and everything he has taught me. The fact that I have behaved in such a depraved manner, allowing Joe to use me in so many "dirty" ways, has actually made it seem even more exciting than with some other lovers. 

Naturally I still have my episodes of doubt. Have I gone too far? I cannot say because, if I am honest, I no longer know what "too far" means. I have the occasional attack of guilt and fear. I have wrestled with my thoughts of what I should tell my husband and whether I should bring all of my "new tricks" to my marital bed. Of course, hubby has been getting extra headjobs in recent months and I have gotten better at getting some of his sperm onto my lips.

By the time you read this, however, I expect I will have ended things with Joe. I don't have a new lover in mind just yet. Perhaps I will wait and see if the same hunger returns. Perhaps I am almost ready to stop. Surely a time is coming when I will no longer be so excited about illicit sex with near-strangers. I think not quite yet.

Thanks once more for reading.

Wendy



Wendy Confesses Ch. 05



I am back, dear reader and still excited by my secret lifestyle and still happy to share my "confessions" with you. There has been a lot going on for me lately and I feel as if it does me good to share that with you. 

As you can see, I've already shared a lot of thoughts and my experiences. Some of those things still make me feel shame. But I truly feel as if I know myself now and I can no longer escape the seriousness of my situation.

For more than two years I have let myself behave in a most slutty and wicked way. I would say even "evil". I have enjoyed it all and I let myself think of it as "a little bit of fun" or a phase in my life. Yet, in the end I am faced with the truth of what I am. 

I am a cheating wife, a slut and a whore. I crave sex with other men, even strangers. I lust after men with big muscles and big penises. When I lust after them enough I go looking for them to screw me. I masturbate far too much and I even enjoy watching porn on-line. I am at the top of my sexual peak. Most of the world thinks of me as a typical woman in her early forties - a sweet wife and mother. Yet, I sometimes I imagine I am the type of woman who will go straight to hell. 

At the time I last revealed my doings, the details of my secret life, I mentioned that perhaps I had run my race. I was asking myself whether I'd had enough of my lifestyle and was ready to return to more "proper" ways that a woman in my position should adopt. Part of me wanted to try "going straight". Now I see that it was more a kind of wishful thinking.

Instead, my lust and my dirty needs got the better of me. What happened is that I went back to Michael. Yes, Michael - my first fling and the man who helped to unlock the greedy sexual slut inside me. Part of me feels ashamed and weak about going back to Michael for more sex. I had thought about leaving him behind, banishing him from my thoughts, as an attempt to ignore how far I have travelled down this road to become a low creature, an unfaithful woman. But I have been fucking him again. I must admit it has been wonderful, just as it was the first time.

I suppose I should say that I didn't go straight from Joe to Michael. I did end things with Joe as I had predicted. Young Joe made me feel so alive and so exhilarated. He taught me many new things, sexually, and I discovered that even when I was being "nasty" or slutty I could feel so wonderful and satisfied.

He also had a great mouth that he used so well on my pussy. I still miss that sometimes. And of course he was the first man to introduce his cock into my bottom. Looking back it seems like such disgraceful behaviour for me to receive anal sex from a younger man. But I did - that is the truth. And I actually enjoyed it, which surprised me. 

Anal fucking was exciting because it was so "wrong". And the sensations I received were wonderful. Going that far with Joe made it easier for me to let him do other things as well. He was a strong-willed young man who liked to take charge in bed. When he wanted to cum on my face I felt so weak and dirty and yet, for him, I was glad to consent and allow him that pleasure.

Because I am a whore I started seeing a new man even before I ended things with Joe. So, for a short time, I had two lovers "on the side". I felt that was too risky, however, and so I decided it was a good time to stop seeing Joe.

The other guy had made his move with me on-line. I did my usual checking. I have become more careful after a couple of disappointments. He was about my age and he had the required attributes - he had a fit, athletic body and a nice-sized penis.

As I have admitted before, those are my minimum requirements for a lover. At home, in my marital bed, I get love and loving from my husband. From other men I demand a big cock and a physical screwing. 

As for my husband, I am quite sure that he suspects me now. Perhaps it was always going to happen. After all, I have been having a lot of sex with other men. Twice now he has made a small comment or asked me a question and I am sure he has some inkling of what I do. On the other hand, these days I have more sexual energy than ever so hubby has been getting lots of requests for sex from me. I am sure its all to do with my sexual peak and, honestly, he has never complained about that!

This new lover turned out to be not up to my standards. He had a lean and fit body. I also will admit he had a good-looking penis. The trouble was that he wasn't especially good at using it. And he wasn't all that keen to use his mouth on me.

He did like to fuck me long and hard and that was always a pleasure. Most times he wanted to take me from behind and I was only too happy for him to do that. Missionary position is a fine way to make love to my husband, When I am "out", however, it is exhilarating to feel like animals when I am on hands and knees with a hunky man banging into me, filling me up and going deep into me. In between, this man loved to have me fondle his big penis and many times I took him into my mouth. He claimed his wife rarely did that and she never had permitted him to cum in her mouth. You know, before I even say it, that I milked him with my mouth a number of times and always was rewarded with him thrusting his hips up to me, straining until he released his seed into my mouth for me to drink him all down.

But this one could not last, I am sad to say. I know how that makes me look. The cheating, unfaithful woman who dares to be critical of the men I choose to let fuck me in secret. But if you think about it maybe you will understand. Yes, I have chosen to behave like this and to enjoy my secret lifestyle. But I take risks, more than most men, and I do that only because I have needs to fulfill. After a short time it was clear that this guy was not able to really pleasure me in the way I wanted.

But around that time I was starting to see more of Michael at work. It had been a long time since I'd really thought of him sexually. It was clear, though, that he still thought of me in that way. I admit that it occurred to me that he assumed I was an "easy" slut who would fall for his charms again. On the other hand, the coincidence was too good to ignore. I knew I was still looking for more illicit sex, I knew I had a desire for more of my secret pleasures. With Michael I was assured of a great body and a fantastic penis. He wanted to use me for sex and I remembered how good it had been the first time.

Oh my - I think that Michael has the best physical attributes of any man I've been with apart from young Rob. Certainly his muscles are bigger and harder than any other man I've had sex with. His penis is not the largest (that honour rests with Robert) but there is no question he is big and, what is more, knows how to use it.

The first time he "caught" me after work. It was a rare occasion where I'd stayed back to complete some paperwork. I was wearing a skirt and Michael was in his shorts. I don't recall exactly how it started. I knew he'd been flirting with me and making it obvious he wanted me still. Somehow we began kissing and then he was pulling me closer. His big muscles were having the same old effect on me and I could not find a way to resist. I did nothing to stop Michael when he slid a hand under my skirt. When he pulled aside my underpants to expose my pussy I just panted harder and, the slut I am, allowed my legs to part for him.

It was quick and rough. He made me cum on his fingers. Then, before I'd even finished, he turned me and bent me over the desk. I have never ever had sex in an office before! I was a little afraid we'd be discovered. It seemed so public. But when I felt Michael lifting my skirt I knew I wouldn't fight him. Maybe he was as desperate as me because on this occasion I didn't even get the chance to go to my knees and suck his fine cock into my mouth.

When I felt him take out his cock I shivered with anticipation. Michael still had the same power and control over me. The kind of strength I used to fantasise about before I started fucking other men. I knew from experience that his cock would feel amazing inside me.

He gripped me with one hand. "Your arse is really something," he growled to me. I flushed with pride and sexual heat.

"Thank you," I said with a grin, though I felt a little silly saying that. Then I gasped aloud as I felt the first touch of his penis against my pussy lips. He was spreading me with the tip of his shaft and I almost couldn't wait. I was getting more and more wet as he pressed into me. I just relaxed against the desk and waited eagerly for what was about to come.

Michael groaned as he entered me and I did the same! I suppose its true to say I had missed Michael and his fabulous cock. Oh yes, going back to those first times we screwed, in truth I knew that he was just using me. But there was no denying how good it always made me feel. Now I had this big, muscly man with his gorgeous cock fucking me again after such a long time.

He started slowly and I was grateful for that. I had to adjust to his size again. It wasn't long, though, before I was pushing back, trying to take all of his size inside me. Michael might have noticed, though I cannot be sure, but soon he was really going hard. I could sense the desk moving under the force of his pumping into my slutty pussy. He was really filling me up - a sensation all women love I am sure. It was only a couple of minutes and I was cumming, hard, unleashing my juices all over his bare cock as it banged into me.

Michael came soon after me and I was thrilled to hear his noise as he reached his climax and released his semen. "Oh fuck Wendy, you're good." was about all he said. I grinned because I know its true.

I was still nervous about getting caught. So we both dressed and left quickly and I didn't get to play with his cock that night.

However, we repeated our little game a few nights later. I'd made an excuse to stay at the office late. Michael made me cum with his fingers and then he sat me on a chair while he filled me with his cock. After I had cum several times, trying desperately to contain my moaning, he positioned me over the desk once more. "I want to see that arse again," he told me and I simply complied with his demand. He slammed into me just as hard as that first night, as if he was really hungry or deprived of sex. It felt so raw and so exciting to be taken like that. 

This time, after he had finished cumming, I was determined to have some fun with Michael's cock. So as soon as he pulled out, before he could clean himself or hide it away, I took hold of his shaft and gave him a big smile. He was still quite hard and he felt warm as well. Of course he was all wet and slick with my juices and his cum. The head was as big as ever and his veins still looked thick and dark against the wet skin.

Slowly, trying to keep it sexy for him, I went down to my knees and very carefully took him into my mouth. I am sure Michael was shocked by me doing such a thing. I was worried about letting him know I'd been sleeping with other men. But I couldn't resist him. I made sure not to do too much as I know the head of his cock gets sensitive after his climax. But let me say it was exhilarating to taste him again and to taste his penis with a thick coating of our juices.

Later, when Michael asked me about that little show of mine, I just laughed it off and told him that I had missed his penis very much. And I'd loved the feeling of him in my mouth as he slowly got softer after his orgasm. He was satisfied by that answer which was good.

Something in my head was telling me it was a mistake to go back to Michael. Part of it was about risk. I suppose you might say I had "gotten away with it" the first time as we'd not been caught and I was certain that our co-workers suspected nothing.

The other part was that I did feel like a slut going back to him. Now he knew I loved sex with him and that I am "easy" when it comes to his desire for me. No woman likes to be thought of in that way, even a cheating wife like me. I guess it was foolish of me to trust Michael. But we both wanted the same thing and, after all, I'd found it impossible to resist him the first time. He still wanted me, sexually, and that gave me the same, familiar thrill.

Eventually I repeated my past behaviour and one afternoon I took him home and we fucked in my bed. This time I was really nervous that we'd be caught out. Surely even one of my neighbours would wonder about me coming home with a different man. It was dangerous but I wanted him and I didn't want to keep having sex in the office.

Well you can assume that I was on my knees almost as soon as the door was shut. I know it makes me a cheap whore. I am a little ashamed at myself for acting like that but there is no point pretending I don't adore men's cocks. Besides, I'd done it for Michael many times before so what did it matter? I like my men to be big and powerful and whenever I am with a guy like that it just feels right to go to my knees so I can feel his hardness in my mouth.

On top of that, Michael still has his great body. I got to lick and suck his big, thick penis while at the same time I could touch his muscles. I rubbed his legs and his butt and Michael still has something of a washboard stomach so I made sure to enjoy that as well. I know Michael noticed that I was much more confident at giving him pleasure with my mouth. He didn't comment and he did not complain!

Michael is somewhat "meat and potatoes" as a lover so we used the same old positions for our screwing. I didn't care at all. I just wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his strength and his weight as he took me. It was a thrill to be able once again to feel his rippling muscles and his impressive strength. We went at it for a long time, him still displaying the same stamina that had turned me on so much the first time. 

For a long time we were using the missionary position. I reveled in his power as Michael took charge, thrusting deep and hard. I even wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to signal how much I was enjoying his prowess as a lover and a man. He made my boobs jiggle and shake and that made it feel even better.

I was so excited to discover that Michael still lusted after me, that he still enjoyed my body. As I have said before, the truth about me is that I have a need for sex with different men. But I also need them to enjoy me and be excited by me.

I wasn't sure if I could match his stamina. It even felt a little like he was punishing my "dirty" vagina. That thought turned me on, I have to be honest.

After a long time Michael didn't want to wait any longer. We were in the doggy position by then and I had climaxed so many times I'd lost count. Suddenly Michael withdrew from me and the next thing I heard the unmistakeable sounds of his orgasm. Then I felt something on my back! Yes, Michael was shooting his orgasm onto my skin and over my back. It was so different and so wonderful to have his warm fluid splashing onto my skin. Maybe the fact I was more confident now gave him the idea to give me such a treat. It was the first time I'd ever experienced something like that, although I did let Joe cum on my face many times. Oh my, it was such an erotic act for Michael to do that. 

When he was done I rolled over and gave him a big smile. "Did you like that?" I asked him in sexy voice, still aroused from the sensations of his cum landing on my back. He just grinned at me. I remember stroking his balls and his cock while he softened and the rest of his semen oozed from his tip. I am not sure if its because I give men more oral these days, but I have found that I really enjoy their cum and playing with it under my fingertips. Its just part of the new woman I have become.

That night, in the same bed, I made love to my husband. Making love - its so different to be intimate with my husband compared to the way I behave with my "other men". I imagine you want to know if I felt guilt right then. Well, the honest truth is that I did feel a little of that but, as I say, when I'm making love to my husband its just so different. It's still very enjoyable and satisfying in that special way. I wanted my husband right then and I wanted to give myself to him in that most intimate way. It had nothing to do with guilt although, being honest, fucking two men in one day does make me a slut officially.

And the fact is that I was still feeling very sexy after screwing with Michael earlier that day. He had left me sore but that only made it feel better take my husband's penis inside me. I rubbed my breasts all over my husband's shaft till he was hard enough to explode and then I begged him to really make love to me. "Show me I can still get you excited," I said to him. That night hubby, too, gave me an extra long session. After he had flooded my cunt with his own seed I lay there, panting and feeling like a real woman. I know - I am an awful creature.

After another week of sex like that with Michael I knew I had to do something. I was definitely taking too many risks. So I made sure it was harder for Michael to tempt me, leaving work earlier on certain nights and so on. Soon things settled down to sex once every two weeks, which was much better than twice each week. 

Well, another confession - not one you'll be surprised at. It wasn't "better" at all in the sense that I had to go without that beautiful cock. Yes, I say that word now. I even say it in front of Michael who was a little surprised at first. He was also a little shocked to see my shaved pussy - my cunt! Luckily he has never actually asked me about it.

My brain said to be careful and not be caught. I resorted to masturbating more frequently, at least once every day and using my toys to fill myself up. But my body, well if you must then my cunt, was telling me I needed more of Michael and his big member. For some reason these days, I just need something large and hard like that to fill up my married pussy on a regular basis.

But there is no question my confidence is up now. I still like it when Michael takes control of me. Oh my - some nights in the office he doesn't even ask me. He doesn't bother to give me any foreplay. He either puts his hand on my bottom or he grabs me and kisses me, pressing his hard thing against me. The next thing I know I am sucking him or being fucked. Its so thrilling to feel that passion from him and to know that he is going to lose control and spurt his cum inside me.

If I think about it, I guess I realise that part of not being in control is about feeling less guilty. Its silly, I know, but I don't have to admit to being a slut if Michael is "forcing" himself on me. With that powerful body of his I don't think I'd be able to resist him even if I wanted to.

Mind you, I did start wondering about the "other half" - those people who prefer to be the one taking the lead. I liked those people, those men, and they always made me feel very sexually excited.

These thoughts were only made stronger by Lauren. I spend a lot of time these days reading blogs and looking at emails from people on those dating sites. That's where I met Lauren and that's when I started to think about sex in a different way.

I've never met her in person. Although I realised early on that Lauren was keen to have sex with me its just not something that I want. I am not made that way, I am afraid. That will disappoint a few readers! I have nothing against women who are bi-sexual or lesbian. I have even found myself watching a bit of porn that I've stumbled across on-line showing women making love to each other or involved in threesomes. Some of it is quite enjoyable. So it was a little flattering that Lauren wanted me to get intimate with her.

Lauren was keen on me more for the fact I am a little bit "submissive". I've never used that word on-line but Lauren told me she could "read the signs". That intrigued me. What got my interest even more was that I wanted to know "how she did it". How did Lauren go about taking charge and being "dominant"?




Wendy Confesses Ch. 05



After we'd "talked" for a few weeks I began to understand things a lot more. And I could see that I myself had some of those "leanings". I realised that at home I am more often the one who initiates sex and usually comes up with the ideas. I get to choose whether to suck my husband or to get on top. It was me who'd had him fuck me "doggy style" so many times in the last 12 months. I'd never thought about it, but I was quite able to "take charge" in the bedroom.

I soon had Lauren urging me to try for myself with one of my "men on the side". The reality is that I was feeling even more horny at the time since I was holding Michael at bay. My "sensible" brain was happy but my "naughty" brain told me to find a way to have more sex. I had so much confidence now when it came to getting into bed with men. I decided to explore some options. I started out just looking. There was no need to rush into anything. Besides, I knew that finding the right man was going to be difficult because I wanted him to let me lead but I still wanted him to have all my required attributes. 

On top of that, I still had Michael and of course I was getting regular sex at home. I'd not been getting a lot of oral sex at that point, though. Its not Michael's favourite thing to do to a woman and you have to remember that often he only had time to fuck me over a desk in the office. So I decided to find a way to get more oral pleasure from my husband. We were lying in bed one Sunday morning and I got the courage to ask him. "Do you think we do enough oral sex?"

He wanted to know why I'd asked. "Do you think we should do it more?" 

I lied and told him I had heard some friends talking and it seemed oral sex was "all the rage" with younger people. We're not too old for fun. So I wondered what he thought. Since then he has been "going down on me" more regularly and sometimes for longer. I always enjoy sharing that with hubby. There's not the same passion as I get with some of my "other men" but he is my husband and I enjoy his efforts to pleasure me.

But, you see, passion was the problem. As I'd been doing my "research" I found myself getting more and more tempted to try being more dominant with a man. I soon gave in to my needs and decided to choose someone. As seems to be the case always, my first couple of choices fell flat. For different reasons it turned out that neither of them were suitable, or even the kind of men I'd want to go to bed with.

Finally I found Adrian. He is a handsome fellow for one thing. I chose him mainly because, like me, he was looking for his "first time". On top of that he has a very lovely body. You see, by now I have enough experience to know what will please me when I'm naked next to a man. His penis is not Adrian's best asset - it looks beautiful, though I would say its only average in size. For once, however, I decided size was not the important criterion.

Adrian had never willingly agreed to let a woman be the boss in the bedroom. But it was a fantasy he felt he needed to experience rather than live with regrets. I knew just how that felt. He assured me he was ready and willing to try anything I wanted. While I was probably more nervous than aroused, I was really looking forward to trying him.

For our first time I made Adrian get us a hotel room. That was good advice from Lauren - test him with a few initial demands. As soon as the door was locked I was kissing him, feeling his body and getting myself into a proper state to have sex with a new "other man". I did feel strange, knowing I was to be "in charge" of our fucking. But when I pulled off my skirt Adrian knew what to do and went straight to his knees with his face right in front of my sex.

I will say that it was a very nice experience to have the man kneeling instead of me. But he was eager and I had so many great tips from Lauren. So as I allowed him to lick at my pussy I decided to try taking things further. It seemed so easy to grab a handful of his hair and pull his face harder against me. He groaned out his pleasure to me and I made the same kind of noise in reply. So I pulled his hair harder. I felt dirty but I felt good. For once I wasn't having to wait for the man to decide to pleasure me. I liked that.

Adrian really was keen and he was shoving his tongue in as deep as he could manage. I decided to help him, and make it better for me, by lying on the bed. I know that I have admitted many times to being a slut. All the same, I still surprise myself a little at how easy it can be to strip naked in front of a new lover. But on that night I felt very sexy and that confidence of mine was really doing the trick. I "made" Adrian get back to work "eating my cunt" and I decided to really play my role and start giving him instructions.

"That's the spot," I gasped to him when he licked my clit. It was the truth, too. "Right there," I told him as he plunged his long tongue into my sex hole. I reached down and grabbed his hair again, pulling him in and guiding him around my sex. "Lick me the whole way," I ordered, urging him to lap at me from top to bottom. I nearly came right then.

I felt incredibly indulgent and very sexy. He wasn't bad, either, and soon I had my first orgasm for Adrian followed by several more fine ones after that. True to his word, Adrian stayed down there, licking and sucking me, until I finally had him stop and allow me to recover.

After he'd stripped I could see he was very keen on my breasts. So I "permitted" him to give me a nice grope and suck of my boobs. It was strange to have control like that. It almost didn't feel right. Maybe Lauren was right and I am "naturally submissive". But I do love having my boobs played with and I can never get enough of a man sucking and licking my nipples. And there was nothing to stop me enjoying his cock at the same time so I gently fondled and stroked his cock until I could see that he, too, was getting wet with arousal.

I knew what to do - not let him cum too early in the night. So I gathered my courage and for the first time ever I actually ordered a man to let me "sit on his face". I actually felt a little embarrassed. Not because it was my first time but because it felt so weird and so "nasty". It was a little awkward also. Soon, though, we had it worked out and I pressed myself down, forcing my vagina over a man's face. Adrian loved it, working hard with his mouth as he grabbed at my bottom and my breasts. I did cum, too, just a little one.

"Good boy," I told him, trying not to giggle. He'd done so well I decided to give him a reward. He was going to help me have my very first "69". Oh my goodness, I am sure you cannot believe I waited this long. But I did and on this night I'd already decided I was not waiting any longer. 

"Let me suck your cock now. But we have to do it 69. OK?" Naturally Adrian was very happy with that suggestion. I lay back on the bed for him, helping him into position. Once again, I didn't really know what to do and we fumbled a lot at the start. But his hard cock was pointing down at me, very much in reach, so I was happy enough.

I will make another "confession" now - I don't really think the "69" position works for me. Adrian was very good at it and his mouth on my pussy was very enjoyable. I think the problem was that physically it felt awkward. I am short and he is tall. Plus I was concentrating on his pleasure and wasn't really thinking about what he was doing with my vagina. It was fun, just the same, to have access to his cock, to be able to lick his shaft and suck on him, to stroke his balls and even the crack of his bum. 

Finally I allowed him some rest. Myself too. I was trying to be "demanding" but in fact even my slutty pussy needed a rest.

I was still horny, of course. Being naked with a good-looking man just has that effect on me. I know I am a slut but I tell myself its due to my sexual peak. I "ordered" Adrian to fuck me, spreading my legs and inviting him to penetrate me and fill me up. 

"Don't cum yet," I ordered him. "Don't cum till I'm done." Those were more little tips collected from Lauren.

The poor man really was excited and I could see he wanted to really pound my little vagina. But I had told him that his orgasm was forbidden so he was forced to take extra care and go slowly. He was not huge and yet I enjoyed him nonetheless, his average-sized cock bringing me off a couple of times.

I made him lick my bottom as well. You won't be surprised to hear that. Of course I took advantage of him in that way. After he'd finished fucking me I rolled over onto all fours. This time I didn't try to hide my grin.

"Lick me," I said. Adrian looked at me a little strangely.

"I thought you needed to rest it," he said, referring to my vagina.

"Lick me," I ordered him again. "The other one."

This time he got the message. He didn't hesitate. He was wonderful. Adrian hadn't exactly mentioned a desire to lick a woman's dirty hole but he had said he was willing to do "everything". So he got the chance with me.

As I have written before, ladies if you ever get the chance and you've never tried it then you must get a man to rim your anus with his tongue. With Adrian I could make it last for as long as he could manage. It felt so exquisite. It was certainly very indulgent. It was better than a backrub and I moaned softly for absolutely ages as he very stoically lapped at my little place and even pushed his tongue inside me. If I was ever to seriously become "dominant" I know I would make the man lick me back there for hours each week.

I admit I got greedy and I kept Adrian licking my backdoor for ages. I was playing with my nipples and enjoying the most delightful sensations of warmth and pleasure coursing through my body. I considered ordering him to finger my pussy as well but opted out. I didn't really need the extra stimulation and I was keeping something in reserve for him.

Finally even my little hole was needing a rest. So I took pity on the poor fellow. Wanting to stay in charge, I pulled myself away from him and turned on my side. "I want you to fuck me again," I said, and pulled up onto my hands and knees. 

I let a man I hardly knew penetrate me, stick his hard penis into my pussy. I've done it many times now, of course. I never tire of it, let me say. Even with his average-size cock Adrian felt so good as he split me and filled me. I don't mind saying that I did orgasm twice for him even though he was still fucking me slowly. 

I'm not sure whether Adrian screwed me slowly because he wanted to be gentle or because he didn't want to "blow". It was nice, though, for a while. But of course it was never going to be enough for me. I wanted him to show me some passion and really "let me have it". I wanted him to lose control and unload himself inside my cunt.

"Harder," I ordered him. "Really hard. Fuck me." I will admit it felt wonderful to say those things out loud.

He did just what I ordered and tried to start slamming into me. It felt good. Not great but good. My boobs were jiggling and bouncing underneath me. Adrian couldn't last long. I was just on the verge of my own climax when I heard him reach that point of no return. We came almost simultaneously with his semen squirting into me just as my vagina was pulsating and squeezing on his cock. It was lovely, to be honest, and quite sexy. As usual, I felt quite proud of myself.

After that I turned round and took his cock into my mouth. I didn't have to feel self-conscious or nervous about it. I was "in charge" after all. I sucked on his cock and cleaned him all up, getting the last of his semen into my mouth so I could enjoy his taste.

I enjoyed that first time with Adrian. Yes, I can say truly it was a little strange to be able to take the lead. I get used to it with my hubby, I suppose, but I've always been very satisfied with my "other men" to let them control me and "make" me do everything they want. 

So I went to bed with Adrian one more time, about three weeks later. Once more I made him give me a good licking on my backdoor. I also made sure that when he was "eating my cunt" he used a finger in my bottom. It did feel fantastic to get exactly what I wanted and to have a man give so much attention to my backdoor.

We fucked a lot that night as well. I made Adrian wait and wait before I gave permission for him to climax. We were in the missionary position and I made him pull out. I ordered him to shoot his cum onto my tummy, putting his hot semen onto my skin. I had been lusting after that ever since Michael first did it to me. Adrian did just as he was told and erupted onto my belly. I loved watching his semen fly out of the head of his penis and it felt so "wild" to feel him splattering on my skin.

That, however, was the last time I had sex with Adrian. I expect it will be the last time I have sex in a situation where I have to take charge. I already knew, you see, that its really not for me. I had fun with Adrian and he was a very nice guy and good in bed. Even that first night, however, I knew that kind of sex was not going to make me fulfilled and satisfied.

Just days later I had gone back to Michael, craving his strength and his power. That is the truth, that is what I really want. I want a strong and confident man who can "force" me to do sexual things for him. A man who is able take what he wants from me.  

I don't want to be abused, please don't misunderstand. No woman wants to be taken against her will. But I do love the idea that I have a lover who is capable of such a thing. It takes trust and the ability to swallow my nerves. But once that big body is next to mine, and his big cock is hard and ready, I don't want to say no to anything he wants. I want to feel like he can control me and make me do dirt things. 

Its not about love, no at all. Its about my needs - illicit sex, dirty sex, cheating sex. Its risky and even dangerous and I am starting to think that might be why I get such pleasure from it. That and the fact that truly I get off on having new men, thrilled by the feeling of a new penis in my mouth and in my cunt. Oh yes, and the taste of his semen on my tongue! Each time with a new lover "on the side" he seems so excited to have me, just as I am to have him. I think that this really is the reason I enjoy my secret lifestyle so much.

So perhaps that's why its so strange that I returned to my old ways with Michael. Though I am still trying to limit the amount of fucking I have with him. My dilemma, you see, is that I don't want to risk being caught and I don't want to have to stop screwing Michael - or whichever man I choose for my next lover.

One of these days I am going to have to calm down and leave behind my secret slutty ways. I really do not know if I can do that or when. The "cheating" side of my behaviour is not what bothers me the most. I still am getting great satisfaction and pleasure from my illicit sexual adventures. On the other hand, as I have said, my husband suspects me and I wonder if I need to change things - even if just for a little while. So I have been trying to be less of a slut and to be content with what I have. So far, a new vibrator is helping and so is a second anal toy. 

Although recently Michael did let me suck him off one night in a darkened carpark away from the club. It was after I mentioned to him my fear of being caught having sex in the office. That was a first time for me, sucking a man in a public place, and yet again I felt excited and proud. Sex like that, its always seemed to me, is for fumbling youngsters or true sluts. In truth I really loved the idea that it was such a brazen and "naughty" act. Michael came so beautifully for me, his seed bursting into my mouth so I could swallow him all down.

If I cannot find the strength to give up my wicked ways, I am thinking that what I need is a new "other man" who is a business man from out of town. Someone visiting for business, who wears a nice suit and can take me back to his hotel room. I've been lucky to live in a big city where I am sure I've had a good range of options to choose from. If I have to look to the occasional visitor, some kind of executive, my worry then would be to ensure he has the essential attributes I require. I do have my eye on a couple of gentlemen I have met on-line and they seem promising.

I shall have to wait and see. I've made no decisions yet. Which means, dear reader, that you will have to wait also. I don't know yet if I will "confess" anything more. I've appreciated the opportunity to "get things off my chest". Perhaps if the right man does come along I will take the opportunity. Then I might feel like telling you all about it.

I hope you'll wish me luck.

Wendy



Wendy Confesses



It was obvious he didn't have a lot of experience. But his penis felt wonderful in my vagina. I realised then just how much I had missed having something as thick as that inside me. And, of course, with Rob on top of me I could let him fuck me while I ran my hands all over his strong chest and his powerful shoulders.

Rob went quickly. I was happy for him to fuck me anyway he wanted. All I could think about was how amazing it felt to have his taut, strong body on top of me as he kept thrusting himself into me.

But actually he lasted quite a while and I remember I came twice for him. Thanks to Michael I'd learned a bit more about how to enjoy myself while having sex. Still, Rob is only a young guy so I expected him to cum more quickly than his father. He started calling out that he was about to cum. I said nothing in reply. I wanted his load inside me. It was only later that I thought about how terribly I was behaving. 

Rob came inside me of course, his bare penis deep inside me. I didn't care about protection. His father had wanted to fuck me like that and I didn't think of treating the son any different. He pumped and pumped his hips against me until there could not have been any of his fluid left. Then Rob quickly withdrew from me and lay beside me.

We lay together on the bed for quite a time. I was relieved that he had finished fucking me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was all so wrong but I was still telling myself that he had blackmailed me.

Rob had no such worries and as we rested he continued to explore my body with his hands, to touch and stroke me. I'm sorry to say it, but to get that kind of attention was tremendously satisfying. As I've already said, Rob's touch seemed almost caring. He is a confident young man and I like that about him very much. He is not as cocky as his father. He seemed fascinated by my body which is still in very good shape. And he loves my C-cup breasts.

We talked a little, mostly me questioning him. Why did he want me, how many other women had he had sex with, how old were they?

After a little while I admit I was pleased to see him getting hard again. I know he's a young man and so getting erections is easy for him. But I believed it was my body that had done it. And I confess I was even more pleased because I had been looking forward to him wanting to fuck me again. I wanted it almost as much as Rob.

He slipped inside me again, almost as easily as our first time. His penis still seemed as big and hard as before and I found myself marvelling at the power of young men. I'd never appreciated them so much when I was that age myself.

After a few minutes of fucking I rolled over for Rob so he knew he could take me from behind. It felt right somehow. I'd let his father do it on our first time and, even though Rob would never know that, I decided to give the son the same privilege. 

He needed a few moments to find the right angle and soon was banging hard into me. I watched us in the mirror as he slammed into my vagina, my bottom rippling under his assault and my breasts shaking and bouncing as they hung underneath me. Are young men always so enthusiastic? I can't quite remember. 

My brain was a mess by then, on fire with desire and disgust in equal measures. He was using me but wasn't I using him? Had Rob been right when he said it couldn't be wrong if we both wanted it? What I know is that I was happy to be desired the way that Rob desired me so strongly, proud to have aroused a young man to that state. I only had a small orgasm myself that time but I still felt fantastic as I watched him screw me from behind.

Again I felt Rob shoot his load into me. He came loud and long and then collapsed onto me. Now I saw how much of a real man he is. I got a brief cuddle from him and then he was getting dressed and leaving me. Having fucked me to his content he casually left me there with my thoughts. 

After he'd gone I stood in the shower for a long time. I had no idea if that would be the one and only time. I trembled with fear and rage at my own stupidity as I let the young man's semen drip down the inside of my thighs.

I actually did hope that that would be the end of it. I still feared I would be discovered in my cheating ways. If Rob didn't come back then once more I could convince myself I'd gotten away free. Of course I was being stupid and naive.

Three days later Rob was back at my front door. I felt my fear and anger surge through me. Not because he was threatening me again but because he'd taken such a silly risk. My children might have been home or one of the neighbours might have seen him and started asking questions. 

'Hi Mrs H,' he said again with his sly grin.

'Don't call me that,' I scolded him as I had previously.

I know the truth is that I was entirely responsible for the risk. I had created it all when I made the first move to cheat on my husband with Michael.

On that second afternoon I didn't even bother to fight Rob. My terrible secret is that I was pleased he'd come back for more. Maybe he thought I was an easy lay. I didn't care then and I don't care now. In my stage of life its an incredible feeling to know that I excite him so much and that I had pleasured him so well on that first occasion. Since that first day with Rob I'd taken to looking at my own body in the mirror, admiring my hefty breasts and my body, still long and lean.

This day the first thing Rob wanted was to go down on me and lick my vagina. I decided to teach him a little bit about how it should be done properly. I held his head and moved him into position and in a soft voice coached him on just how to lick me the right way -- especially giving me long, slow licks along the entire length of my vaginal lips. 

It gave me a sense of some kind of control to be able to teach him and tell him what to do to me. I know you will say that if I'd really wanted to exercise some control I would have told him 'no' the first time he propositioned me or made him stop after that first afternoon of sex.

I let him give some extra licking to my clit of course. I even suggested it would be OK if he licked a little lower and the young man, so hungry with his own lust, obediently let his tongue pass over my anus a few times. No man had ever done that to me and I found that I liked it. It was a dirty little pleasure just for me. Plus it felt like a tiny victory over Rob. But I was grateful to have showered as soon I'd gotten home from work that afternoon.

This time I returned the favour of oral sex. Oh, I wanted that impressive young penis and I wanted to feel it in my mouth. Having sucked his father, somehow it was important to give that to Rob as well. And besides, I love the feeling of his big penis. I am sure almost all women enjoy having a man's hard, throbbing penis in their mouth. And most of us know that there can be a feeling of power in taking a man that way.

I rolled Rob onto his back and proceeded to give him the best head job I could, trying to summon up skills I'd not really required much in recent years. It was dirty, filthy and so wrong of me. But I ignored all that as I used my lips and tongue all over his lovely shaft, making it shine and glisten in the afternoon light. I loved the way he felt and the sounds he made. It wasn't hard to do but I loved my reward of the taste of his pre-cum as it started to ooze onto my tongue.

I gave Rob a short break to cool him down. Since I was risking everything a little voice told me that meant I deserved a proper fuck before he exploded inside me.

But we didn't wait long before I allowed him to enter me again in missionary position. With a man like Michael or like his son missionary is far from boring. Not when a big hunky body is pinning me down to the bed, a large penis ramming into my soaking wet vagina.

Once more I was feeling like having a little control. I asked Rob to go a little slower, to make it last for both of us. I think that made him even more aroused. There was something else I wanted to do. I know I am still very flexible but there are some things my husband never thinks to ask for. Which is why after a few minutes of fucking I asked Rob to put my legs up on his shoulders. He couldn't move fast enough and I quickly had my heels up behind his ears.

'Oh shit, Wendy,' he breathed at me.

I smiled up at him. 'Us older women watch porn as well you know, Rob.'

This time Rob went slower. I am sure he wanted to make it last for as long as he could. But with a little trial and error he found just the right spot inside me. I started getting noisy myself, urging him to 'fuck me more'. He was going deep, so deep inside me and this time his thick penis not only stretched me but it touched me in all the right places inside my vagina. His penis was even bumping into my cervix which was weird and a terrific turn-on at the same time. 

His weight on my legs felt so sexy and I know I was almost folded in half by him. And of course his strong arms were rigid and his muscles bulging for me as he held position on top of me. 

I can't remember when I last was fucked like that or felt a penis inside me like that. I had two very big orgasms of my own as Rob worked out how to really swing his hips into me. 

I was just about to have my third climax when young Rob called out, swearing loudly, and I felt that he was cumming inside me. 

'Yes, yes,' I panted to him, urging him on as he pumped his hips and drove his penis into me. 

Rob lost control at that point and just thrust himself hard into me, over and over again. I let him keep pumping until I knew that once more he had emptied his balls inside me. I was flooded down there. It was all so wrong and sick but I couldn't have been more excited at the idea that my young man had shot more semen into my vagina than I'd had for years.

Once again we had some time for cuddling and talking, mostly me demanding more details of Rob's private life and his sexual experiences. I thought the more I knew the less he'd feel like betraying me. Plus it was a turn-on creating mental pictures of Rob and his silly young girlfriends. 

I don't have to tell you that I let Rob fuck me again that afternoon. He was rock hard in no time and I sucked his penis some more, making him nice and wet. Then I climbed on top of him, again holding his sweet penis in my hand and guiding myself down over him. I can't describe how good it felt to have him fill me up. 

Me being on top seemed to make his penis all the more strong and hard for me. This time I rode slowly on Rob as I played with his chest and enjoyed tracing my hands over his young, growing muscles.

But soon enough I got to work on my orgasms and this time quickly made sure his penis was in the right position for me. Again I was impressed at the way he could touch me in all the right places. I could have waited and made it last but somehow I didn't want to. I rode his penis quite hard until I had several very satisfying orgasms of my own. I know I was actually calling out his name when I came. That just shows you how far I have fallen.

At that time I didn't really care. I was enjoying him too much and before the third climax had faded I became determined to make Rob shoot himself right up inside me. I shifted position so my vagina would have maximum effect on his thick penis and I fucked him for all I was worth. 

I know it will sound shocking but when he came, erupting inside my vagina, I was almost delirious at imagining his semen spurting inside me and splashing against the entrance to my womb.

I remember I stayed up there for a few moments after he'd finished, noticing how his penis stayed quite big and hard even after he had shot his load. Once Rob was completely done I climbed off him and his penis still was firm, glistening with my cum and his. I don't know why I did what I did next but I knelt beside Rob and took his penis in my mouth. I wanted to clean him with my mouth. I can remember clearly how he tasted with both our juices on his skin and I took my time with him. I felt very erotic though you might say slutty. But it felt caring, even motherly.

Later I felt disturbed by that idea but somehow I am sure I'd do it again for him. Its crazy but I cannot resist taking that penis in my mouth. 

I've let Rob unload in my mouth as well. Of course I have! The first couple of times I had him on his back on the bed. His penis looks so mighty when I hold it in my hand. 

More than once I have willingly gone on my knees in front of that beautiful young penis. I know it is a wicked and slutty thing to do. Sometimes I tell myself I am doing it only because Rob wants it and because I need to keep him happy. I confess that is not true.

I can tell you his young penis looks even better when I see it standing to attention above me. I love the way Rob fills my mouth and how hard he gets. I get to hold his taut, young buns and to rub my hands on his muscled thighs. It gives me the most powerful feelings to have him cover my tongue with his big wad and to taste his semen as I swallow it down. 

The good thing, though, is that taking Rob's penis like that has gotten me motivated to try the same thing for my husband. For the first time in ages I've convinced him a couple of times to sit in a chair long enough to let me suck him off. The kids were out of the house, of course! I am happy to report that he has enjoyed the experience very much as well. My husband's load still tastes good. I know he was surprised but, funnily, I felt like I loved him a little bit more for allowing me to perform that for him. And, somehow, knowing that my husband is benefitting from my slutty behaviour means I don't feel so bad about my cheating.

Maybe that argument doesn't work so well when I remember that Rob and I have fucked in that same chair. I know its slutty to take this young man to my bedroom but maybe its worse to let him fuck me in the loungeroom. I have to say, though, that it feels great to be bent over a coffee table and screwed from behind by a powerful young body. And naturally we have used the sofa as well. Yes, I have spread my legs for Rob on the same furniture where I lie down to watch television.

Two weeks ago it was even worse than that. Rob arrived late in the day and I knew we were taking more than the usual risk. I also was sure he had somewhere else he needed to be at that time. Fortunately, or maybe not, young Rob was after nothing more than a quickie. He'd just assumed he could get it from me. I suppose I felt a little upset that he was so casual about. Rob is not normally so animal-like as his gorgeous father. Like father like son -- I'd let his dad take me like a slut and something inside my brain told me to let Rob have the same experience.

Since I am being honest I can tell you the truth that it was actually exciting for me. We kissed passionately, hurriedly. He quickly had his hands inside my bra and was stripping off my shirt. I knew what he wanted and I could feel his frenzy. In no time he was pushing me onto my hands and knees in front of him. My breasts were hanging down and Rob was lifting my skirt. I heard his zipper and I could feel him taking out his cock. I knew he was already rock hard. 

There was no foreplay before he was pushing his cock against my entrance. He was going to hurt me in his frenzy and his rush. I didn't fight him. I cannot explain it but it felt right. I wanted to give this to my young lover. So I allowed him to take me just as he wished.

It wasn't comfortable to have that large penis ramming into me before I was ready. But inside my brain it could not have felt better. I've not had sex like that since before my youngest child was born.

It was over in moments. He'd barely finished shooting into me when I felt him beside me, kissing my face. His pants were zipped before he could even think to ask me if I'd gotten my pleasure. I was still on my hands and knees on the loungeroom floor, panting and wet with his semen, when I heard him start his car in the driveway.

I should have been furious with him. I decided I would tell him that I will never permit him to use my body like that again. Though I still haven't actually said it to Rob.

After that earlier day when Rob surprised me, we worked out a system so we can signal discreetly to each other. I couldn't stand another fright like I'd had that time. And I am still terrified that we will be discovered. Even though I try to tell myself that I could argue that Rob had tricked me into taking him as a lover. 

With our new system, a couple of times when Rob has asked to come over I have used the 'no' signal. Both times I was free and I was feeling horny but I did it anyway. It made me feel like I had more of the upper hand over Rob. You will want to tell me I should be having enough control not to sex with him ever. 

On that afternoon when I first taught Rob about 'bendy' sex, he plucked up the courage to ask me if I would let him try anal sex. I immediately said 'no'. That is probably the only other time I've said 'no' to him and really meant it. 

At that time I did mean it too. But I can tell you that since then I have actually gone looking for internet porn and have been especially interested in material showing women enjoying anal sex. Part of me is very nervous that he might ask me again. I am afraid of what I will say.

And I have bought my first ever vibrator. I got the idea when I realised masturbation by hand was no longer enough to keep me happy. Its quite small but it works just fine and I can hide it away from my family. After practicing with it solo a few times I showed it to Rob. He was very excited. I taught him how to use it on me, too, and I was in heaven when he agreed to lick my clit while moving my little toy in and out of my vagina. The orgasms that day were amazing. I'd never known my body could do that.

Rob is becoming a better lover almost every time we are together. Its obviously true that practice makes perfect. Of course, I have gotten more confident in instructing him. And despite being so young he does pay attention to what pleases me best. 

But, you see, I know full well that this cannot continue. My predicament is that I am a cheating slut who loves her husband and does not know how to end things with this hunky younger man. I am taking a terrible risk and I could end up hurting people I really love. 

My problem is I don't know how to end it.

The truth is I don't want to end it. You already know that I get totally turned-on by Rob and his delicious body. He has kept up the weight training during the summer and his young body, so hard and muscled, is looking more and more like that of a man.

Its a new year now and university classes have resumed. I know that means Rob will have less time for me. I am hoping he will become distracted and stop lusting after me so much once he has to go back to lectures and start hitting the library. At least is will be harder for him to drop around for a fuck in the afternoons.

Also, I am sure there's a few women his age on campus that he will have his eye on. I don't mind the competition. In fact, if one of them would come and take Rob away from me I'd be relieved.

I cannot give up Rob by myself. So it will be better if the decision is taken out of my hands.

Of course I will miss him. I still miss his father sometimes with his more mature, larger body. I still think about his father's penis, too, and wonder how it would feel spurting his load into my waiting mouth. I can't help it but some nights still I lie awake with fantasies about some other, anonymous hunk who will take me to bed and pleasure me in ways that other men can't. I try to make sure these thoughts remain just a fantasy. I keep telling myself that I got lucky twice and that I won't be so weak or stupid ever again. 





Wendy Confesses



It feels good to tell someone about my problems. This way I can get it off my chest and I don't have to bear all the criticisms and the shock and outrage. I know I am a dirty slut and every day I tell myself how wrong and how wicked I am. I know my behaviour could get me into a lot of trouble but, so far, the only person I am hurting is me.

And now you know all about my predicament.