29 comments/ 125628 views/ 17 favorites A Wife Strays By: LindaW If my husband had come shopping with me that Friday night as he usually does, none of this would have happened. As it was, I went on my own to my local supermarket and was doing the weekly shop as normal. I noticed this young guy coming towards me, pushing a shopping trolley with a young baby in it. He was about 20, about the same age as my elder son and he was absolutely gorgeous – the sort of man that every woman looks at and thinks "if only"! He was tanned and well build, not overly muscled, but just perfectly formed, nice arms and chest, and so handsome, like a young Paul Newman. As he walked past, I couldn't help but turn and look – and his tight young bum was as perfect as the rest of him. I carried on with my shopping, catching sight of him now and then. As I turned into one aisle, he was busy looking at nappies and as I walked past, he politely asked me if I could help him. He wanted some advice on the sort of nappies he should be buying, as his shopping list wasn't specific. He laughed and said "men eh?" and we talked for a little about his baby and some general small talk and all the time I just kept thinking "God you're beautiful" and generally behaving like a silly girl rather than a 40 year old woman. After he'd taken my advice and put the nappies in his trolley, he turned and continued to walk with me, just chatting away. He was a bit rough, but in a nice way and very polite, and this just added to his sex appeal. He walked with me while we finished our shopping and when we got to the checkout, right out of the blue he said, "Thanks for your help – could I buy you a coffee?" I have no idea what made me accept, but I found myself saying yes and a few minutes later he was seated beside me in the supermarket restaurant, with his baby fast asleep in a buggy next to him. I was so close to him, I could smell an attractive mix of aftershave and musky male – a heady combination – he smelt as wonderful as he looked. He told me his name was Sean and he was so attentive, asking me about myself and my family, flattering me when I told him I had two boys of 18 and 20, saying he couldn't believe I was old enough. All the things you would expect him to say if he was chatting me up, but at the same time, the things we women love to hear – especially if it's coming from a drop-dead gorgeous man 20 years younger than you! We chatted for ages until he said "I'd really love to meet you again – can I have your phone number?" I was shocked – but I admit my heart skipped a beat! I told him not to be so silly – that I was old enough to be his mother, that he had a young baby and no doubt a beautiful wife at home. But he persisted, telling me he found me really attractive and easy to talk to. He admitted that his wife was beautiful, but that she was also pretty dumb (his words!). They never talked about anything much and since the baby, she had even gone off sex. I still resisted, telling him it was not unusual for a woman to feel like that after giving birth, but that she would soon get over it. But my mind was in a whirl – this handsome young man found me attractive – I had butterflies in my stomach – I heard myself talking without really knowing what I was saying. He was so persistent – and I was so flattered – that I found myself accepting his phone number, with the promise that I'd give him a call! He walked with me back to my car and after he had loaded all my shopping, he turned and kissed me gently on the lips and said "Don't forget to call me" and with that he walked away pushing his buggy. The affect of his kiss was like an electric shock – I steadied myself against my car and watched him walking away – again admiring his tight young bum. I sat in my car for what seemed like ages before I felt safe enough to drive home and all the way I could still smell his aroma on me and feel his kiss on my lips. How I acted normally when I got home I will never know. It was like I was in a dream, my mind was reliving the last hour, but my body was going through its normal activities – I was like two separate beings. I lay awake nearly all that night and by morning I had convinced myself I was being stupid, that it was ridiculous for a 40 year old woman to feel like that about a casual meeting and that it was nothing worth risking 20 years of marriage for. I tried my hardest to put all thoughts of him out of my mind, but the piece of paper with his number on felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket. Several times I went to rip it up but each time something stopped me. Days went by and my confusion got worse as I argued with myself, one moment picking the phone up to call him, the next telling myself to throw his number away, but each time knowing that I really wanted to see him again. Eventually I decided that if I just met him shopping again, nothing could happen and I could satisfy my curiosity and get him out of my system. So the following Friday I found myself dialling his number – I was aware that my hands were shaking – the phone rang several times and then his voice said "Hello?" I was like a silly teenager all over again and it was several seconds before I could even manage to say "Hi – it's me". He sounded genuinely delighted to hear my voice, saying that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about me all week. I asked him if he would be shopping that night but he said no, he had to work this week. I felt so disappointed, I thought for a moment I was going to cry and then he said "can we meet for a drink on Saturday evening?" I was so relieved that I almost blurted a yes out before I'd had time to think and next thing I was making arrangements to meet him at a pub the following night. That evening I found myself lying to my husband for the first time in our marriage, saying that I had had a call from an old friend and that we were meeting up for a drink. Saturday passed in a blur and at 6 O'clock I started to get myself ready, showering, applying my favourite perfume and even trimming my pussy hair. I carefully choose a skirt and top that flattered my figure, but something that wouldn't arouse my husband's suspicions. Underneath I wore a soft silk teddy, all the time trying to convince myself that things would never go far enough for me to worry about what underwear I had on. As I left home my husband kissed me and told me to have a nice time and the shame and guilt at what I was doing nearly overcame my desire to meet Sean again, but half an hour later I was standing outside the pub where we had arranged to meet. My legs nearly failed me again as I suddenly though how it would look – a 20 year old lad and me sat together – I could almost hear the comments. But I walked in and looked around, momentarily panicking when I couldn't see him, when a voice from behind me said "Hello gorgeous – I thought you weren't coming" and he stood up, put his hands on my hips and kissed me full on the lips. My embarrassment must have been obvious to the whole pub; I could feel myself blushing bright red and I quickly sat down in the corner whilst he got me a drink. The evening seemed to pass in a flash as we talked and each time he touched me it sent shivers through my whole body – I was like a young girl on her first date. Once, when he brushed against my breasts as he passed me a drink, I felt my nipples harden like rocks and I tried to hide the effect he'd had in case he noticed. At closing time we walked to the car park and he just said "Well- would you like to come for a drive with me somewhere Linda?" and smiled his smile – and all my good intentions just evaporated. The next thing I remember is that we were parked in a quiet country lane and he was kissing me and nibbling at my ears and neck. I felt goose bumps right down my spine and offered no resistance as his fingers began to un-button my blouse. Seconds later it was open and he had lifted my boobs out of my teddy. I heard him give a low whistle as he lowered his head and began to lick and suck my already hard nipples. He ran his teeth over them and pulled gently, making then stand out even further – he lifted his head and said "My God Lin, – I've never seen nipples as big and hard as yours" and he pulled at them with his thumb and forefinger, twisting them slightly. I gasped at his touch and he said "Jeez – you are gagging for it aren't you?" I couldn't bring myself to say anything, knowing that what I was doing was so wrong, but he knew the answer anyway. He lowered both front seats so that I could lay back and he knelt up over me and un- zipped himself. I lifted my head to look at him and his cock was not a disappointment – not huge or anything, but so hard, like only a young man's is. I put my hand up and touched him and it felt like iron. I tried to raise my head further to suck him, but he pushed me back down and put his cock between my boobs and pushed them together and started to rub himself between them, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples at the same time. It was heavenly and my breath started to come in short gasps. He stopped momentarily to take his T-shirt off which gave me the opportunity to feel his hard young body. I licked both of my index fingers and lightly stroked his nipples, which made him say "God – that's great". I wanted him desperately now and he knew it. Without any further effort at foreplay, he pulled my skirt off and opened the poppers on the crotch of my teddy. He pushed two fingers in me and withdrew them straight away. Rather crudely, he put them to his face and sniffed them, saying "You smell great – like a bitch on heat" and he was right! He then pushed me further back on the seat and opened my legs as wide as the car would allow and taking his cock, he rubbed it up and down my soaking pussy a few times and then just drove right into me. It just took my breath away and I gasped for air as he fucked me fast and furiously. It felt wonderfully wicked to feel another man's cock in me for the first time in 20 years and within minutes I came, moaning loudly as my head rolled from side to side. He stopped as I came and withdrew his cock and I opened my eyes to see him leaning back, looking at me as though he was admiring his achievement at making me come so easily. He then leaned forward and put his hand behind my head and pulled me up, and offered his cock to me, still all wet and shiny with my juices. I put my hand round it and took him into my mouth, tasting myself on him and listening to his gasps as I sucked him in and out, letting my teeth gently rub over his big cock end. As his excitement increased, he took hold of the back of my head and began to force himself in and out of my mouth, almost making me choke in his youthful exuberance. Suddenly he groaned and I felt his hot come in my mouth, spurt after spurt. It tasted sort of sweet and salty at the same time, different to any I'd experienced before and for the first time in my life I swallowed, wanting to derive every bit of pleasure that I could. He slumped backwards, laughing as he said "That was great Lin, best blow job I've ever had" and it made me feel strangely proud! We lay for a while, just stroking each other and I made him remove his trousers so that I could feel his warm skin against my body. I was aware of a couple of cars driving by and tooting, obviously aware of what we were doing, and it made me feel even more wicked, thinking that it may be someone I knew. After a short while, I began to feel his cock hardening again and soon it was as hard as before and he asked me to turn round and lean over the back of the car seat. I wasn't about to deny him anything and did as I was asked, aware that I was now in full view of any passing motorists. I felt his warm breath on my pussy as he bent to lick me a few times, even running his tongue up and over my puckered rosebud, which made me shiver. Then I felt him pressing at my pussy again and he was inside me, hard and deep. He took me slowly, on each stroke almost pulling out before he went back in and I realised he must be enjoying watching himself sliding in and out of me. His hand came round underneath me and he began to pull and rub at my clit in time with his cock and I felt the delicious feeling of another orgasm building. I began to force myself backwards on him and he got the message, beginning to fuck me harder, still rubbing my clit at the same time. I was resting my face on my hands folded in front of me, and suddenly I was biting myself as a really powerful orgasm hit me. At the same time Sean buried himself in my pussy and pumped his seed deep inside me. It was a beautifully mortifying moment – to have him come deep inside me at the same moment as I had come was more than I could have hoped for, but at the same time I was immediately worried by our actions. My husband had a vasectomy years ago and I had just let a virile young stud plant his seed in me! As the moments passed I turned and looked at the clock in his car. I realised the time had passed so quickly and I hurried him to get dressed so that I could get home. Sean was keen to stay for longer, saying that I was so sexy he could get it up for me few more times yet. Tempting thought the offer was, I had to get home in order not to raise too many suspicions. Sean drove me back to my car, making me promise to ring him again, kissed me goodbye and I drove home. On the way I could feel his cum dribbling out of me and I had to stop and clean my pussy up with some Wetwipes. When I arrived home, my husband was still up waiting for me. He asked me if I'd had a nice time, how my friend Sue was and I was surprised how easily the lies came to me. I was worried that I would smell of sex, because I was very aware of Sean's smell on me, but maybe that was because my senses were so heightened by the night's events. But Mike didn't seem to notice anything unusual and we went up to bed. He fell asleep quite quickly, leaving me to lay awake, my nipples aching as I re-lived my evening, but desperately worried that I had allowed Sean to come inside me. Little did I realise then where my wanton behaviour and obsession with Sean would lead me. A Wife Strays Ch. 02 After that first night with Sean I had to see him again and I did – as often as possible. The pattern was pretty much the same; we would meet, go off in his car, make love as many times as we could in the time available and then go back to our respective homes. I would go whenever he called, sometimes in the middle day and sometimes late at night, always having to find a plausible excuse. For a while I made him use condoms, until a couple of weeks later, to my great relief my period started. My whole life then started to revolve around Sean. At the age of 40 I went back onto the pill, mainly because he didn't like to use condoms, but also because I liked to feel him come inside me. Also, to make things easier for me to meet him, I even changed my job. After 10 years as a ward sister, I became a health visitor, which gave me just the excuse I needed to leave the house at any time and to stay away as long as I liked. Looking back, I cannot believe that I became so deceitful, because the last thing I would have wanted was to cause Mike any hurt or to risk the happiness of my family. But such was the extent of my obsession; I risked everything that was important to me for the sake of my own emotional and sexual gratification. With the benefit of hindsight, I think it was about the time that I changed my job that Sean's treatment of me began to change. He must have realised then that if I was prepared to go to such lengths to see him, he could manipulate me to do just about anything. Of course I did not realise this at the time and put many of his actions and requests down to a young man's inquisitive nature. I had convinced myself that I was in control of the situation and that I was indeed the "older woman" teaching a young man in the ways of the world, but now I see the reality of our relationship was different. The first thing that I noticed was Sean's interest in my sex life with Mike. Initially, he just asked if I was still letting Mike make love to me, and of course I was. Sean began to quiz me more closely for details of when and how often we made love and if I had ever let my husband take me after I got home from being with Sean. The answer to the latter question was no – I always took the time to clean myself before I got home so as not to arouse Mikes' suspicions. A few days later, quite late at night, Sean rang me as he was finishing a late shift and asked if I could meet him. I pretended to Mike that it was an elderly patient who needed visiting, and rushed off to meet him. Half an hour later I was parked in a nearby country park, lying with Sean after making love. It had been a snatched moment, but worth it for me to see my young lover unexpectedly. I was idly stroking his chest when he told me that he wanted me to go home with his come inside me and make love to my husband like that. I was shocked that he would ask me to do such a thing and told him that Mike would know that I had been with another man, but Sean insisted that I got so wet anyway that Mike wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He said that it would be such a turn on for him to think of me with my husband while I still had his come inside me and he half pleaded with me to do it for him. Seeing his imploring face, I couldn't deny him and told him if that was what he wanted, I would do it for him. Almost immediately, as though just the thought of it aroused him, he became hard again. He entered me immediately, telling me that he better make sure there was plenty of his come inside me. He fucked me harder than he had for a few weeks, making me come twice before he pushed my legs right back onto my shoulders and pumped hard into my pussy, making me feel as though he was emptying his balls into me. When he had finished, he hurried me to get back home so that I would still be "full" as he put it, and very shortly I was parked outside my home. As I stood opening my front door, I could feel Sean's semen dribbling from my pussy. Such was the shameless woman I had become, I went straight up to Mike in our marital bed and snuggled up to him, telling him I was feeling horny. I used all my knowledge of his body gained over 20 years of marriage and soon had him hard and ready for me. I told him to lie still and straddled him and as I took hold of his cock to put it into my pussy, I felt a big glob of Sean's come drip out onto my hand. I quickly sat down on Mike's cock to prevent any more dripping out and rode up and down on him till he came, adding his load to my already sticky pussy. Mike said that I hadn't been that randy in ages and I though "if only you knew why" and was amazed that I didn't feel a twinge of guilt. Instead, I told him that I hadn't quite made it to my orgasm because he had come so quickly and asked him to lick me until I came. The though of him not only fucking me with Sean's come inside me, but licking me out after sent thrills through my body and it didn't take very long for him to bring me to a sensational climax. As he came back up the bed, he kissed me – his lips still wet from my pussy and presumably his and Sean's combined come. I was still lying in bed when Sean phoned me early the next morning to ask if I had done what he'd asked and when I told him yes, he wanted to know all the details. I could hear his breath coming faster as I told him everything that had transpired the night before. Then he said "Lin, I'm so hard for you, can we meet now – and don't shower – I want you to meet me as you are". Without a second though I agreed and just slipped on a light cotton dress and set off to meet him. He was waiting when I arrived and came straight over to me and put his hand up my dress. He was surprised to find I was not wearing any underwear and slipped a finger into me. I could feel that I was still sticky from the previous night and he withdrew his finger and held it up to my face. "Smell that Lin, that's the smell of a real slut who will let two men fuck her in the same night and then come back for more the next morning". Although his choice of language to describe me was a bit of a shock, I was surprised that all it did was to make me moan and want him even more. He took my hand and we started to walk along the canal towpath. As we walked, he glanced over his shoulder to check there was no one following, and then lifted my dress from behind and started to feel between my legs as we walked. We had only gone about a hundred yards when he ushered me into a small clearing alongside the canal and lowered me to the ground, pulling my dress over my head as he did so. I lay there stark naked, exposed to anyone who might glance that way as they passed, as he slipped his trousers down. As always his cock was so hard and I felt proud that it was like that for me. He made me hold myself open for him as he slipped into me. The feeling was utterly wanton – to be so completely exposed and to have this gorgeous young hunk fucking me in broad daylight – I almost hoped that someone would walk by and see us. As it was I didn't notice anyone, but we were both so turned on that we came quickly and this bought me to my senses a little and I quickly put my dress back on. Sean was full of himself, saying that he knew that I was hot, but that he hadn't realised quite how hot I was. He had his arm around me, idly toying with one of my nipples, not realising what effect this was having on me. I knew that he had to rush to get to his job on time, but I was hoping that we might have a chance to make love again before he had to go. Instead, he asked me to meet him the following night at a pub we frequently used as a rendezvous. He also said that he loved me not wearing any underwear and would I meet him like that again. My nipple was so hard in his fingers beneath my thin cotton dress that it was almost painful and I was so randy that I would have agreed to anything. As we walked back towards our cars, we saw two men ahead of us on the opposite side of the canal, walking towards us and just before we turned off the towpath to where our cars were parked, Sean suddenly lifted my dress up to expose my pussy. They were only about 30 feet away, and I heard one of them say "very nice" quite loudly, as I pushed my dress down and hurried to get to my car. I told Sean off in no uncertain turns, but he just laughed saying he was just letting them see what a hot pussy they were missing out on. As we finalised our arrangements to meet the following night, he said "one more thing – I'd like you to shave" At home that night I again involved Mike in my duplicitous life. After taking a shower, I called him to the bathroom and asked him if he thought I was getting too hairy. I asked him if he would trim my pubes up for me to make them look a bit neater. He agreed, and he placed a towel on the bathroom chair for me and took some of his shaving gel and rubbed it over me. I placed my legs over the arms of the chair to afford him a good view of my pussy and he began to trim all around my bikini line. After he thought he had finished he said "is that OK?" and I looked at him and said "Why don't you shave it all off – we haven't done that for a long time?" He smiled at me and set about removing all my pussy hair and I sat back like the slut I had become and watched him doing it, knowing full well that he was preparing my pussy for my young lover's enjoyment. He continued until I was completely smooth, dried me off and applied some cold cream. He then said that I looked so inviting sitting there like that and quickly stripped off and after some brief oral foreplay , went to enter me. I immediately stopped him, wanting Sean to enjoy the newly shaven me first, and asked him to continue licking me. He did so with all his usual skill and soon had me coming and clamped his mouth over me with his tongue deep inside, as though drinking my juices in. As I watched him I felt guilt flood over me thinking how I was deceiving him, but at the same time already anticipating the thrill Sean would get as he saw my bare pussy for the first time. As if to compensate him, I knelt in front of Mike and took him in my mouth, allowing him to turn and take my place on the chair. As he sat there I gave him my best blow job, trying to take him all in, until at last I felt him come in my mouth and I allowed all his come to dribble out over my hand as I continued to stroke him. Unfairly, I compared the force of his ejaculation with Sean's and found myself thinking how much more powerful Sean's climax was and I remember even thinking that he produced much more semen. As I prepared to meet Sean the following evening, I chose another thin cotton dress that was closely fitted and as I checked myself in the mirror, I though that it almost emphasised the fact that I was naked beneath it. Feeling very daring, I made some excuse to Mike and set off to meet Sean as arranged. When I arrived there, I was surprised to find he was not alone. He was sat with two lads of about his age, who he introduced to me as his friends Phil and Jim. I was more than a little embarrassed when Phil said "So you're the lovely Lin we have heard so much about". I was startled to find that Sean had discussed me with his friends, partly I suppose because I had never mentioned him to anyone. Then I thought that it was not unusual for young men to boast about their sexual conquests and began to wonder just how much Sean had told them. We all sat talking for a while, when suddenly I felt Sean's hand under the table, sliding up my leg, taking my dress with it, and he put his hand onto my newly shaven pussy. He smiled at me and said "Good girl" and Jim looked at him quizzically and asked him what he was talking about. I nearly died of embarrassment as Sean came straight out and told them that he had asked me to shave my pussy and that he had just checked and I had. They both laughed and asked if they could check too. I was really annoyed with Sean for talking that way about me in front of his friends and I told him so, but he just said that it was only because he was proud to have such a sexy woman. Then he smiled his best "little boy lost smile at me" and all my anger just melted away – that smile always went straight to my heart and when he used it I would forgive him anything. During the course of the evening he continued to touch me under the table, but never gave another hint to his friends that anything was going on. The sight of my nipples sticking through the thin cotton of my dress must have given them some idea of what was happening, but they politely ignored it, other than frequent stares in the direction of my boobs. By closing time I was anxious for us to be on our own and was anticipating another drive in his car, but as we were about to leave, Phil said, "Why don't you all come back to my place for a drink?" Sean agreed quite quickly, ignoring my squeezing of his hand and pulling him in the direction of his car. As we got into his car I asked what he was doing, saying that I had though he would have wanted to be alone with me. He laughed and said that I was a randy lady and that there was plenty of time for that – we would just have a quick drink and be on our way. When we got to his flat, Phil opened a couple of bottles of wine and then asked if we wanted to watch the new video he had got – Sean and Jim both agreed and then Phil turned to me and said "What about you Lin - do you mind? It's a blue movie" Not wanting to seem prudish in front of Sean's friends I said that it was OK if they wanted to watch it. He put the video on and dimmed the lights – Jim and Phil sat on the small sofa facing the TV and I was sitting on Sean's lap in a chair slightly to one side. The video started – it was about a young blonde girl taking her car to the garage and without much of a story line she was quickly helped out of her clothes by a big, black mechanic and within seconds was giving him a blow job. Nothing that I hadn't seen on a video before but it was strange to be watching it with three young boys. The film had not progressed far when four other black mechanics entered the scene and they were quickly feeling this young girl all over as they each in turn offered their cocks to her lips. Next she was sucking one and being fucked by another and they all seemed to have very large cocks. Sean had started to feel my bare boobs through my dress and now he slid his hand up my dress and pushed two fingers into me. I glanced sideways to make sure that Phil and Jim could not see what he was doing, and then adjusted myself on his lap so that he could get better access to my pussy. Watching the girl in the video being fucked at both ends and having my pussy fingered, at the same time as being aware that I was only feet away from two virtual strangers, really turned me on. I had to bury my face in Sean's shoulder to stop myself moaning out loud, but he knew what he was doing and began to work his fingers in and out of me quite quickly. Then, to my everlasting embarrassment, I heard them squelching in my pussy and I knew that Phil and Jim had heard to, because they turned to look at us. My dress had ridden up my legs and I quickly struggled to pull it down to hide my bottom, which was exposed to their gaze. I tried to push Sean's hand away but he kept his fingers inside me for a few moments as they stared at us, then pulled them out and allowed me to get up. I hurried out of the room and Sean followed me. I was nearly in tears, but he seemed oblivious to what had upset me and led me into a bedroom. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and started kissing me, asking me if it had turned me on knowing that Phil and Jim had seen him fingering me. I tried to explain that it had been a turn on but also that it had been hugely upsetting for me knowing that they had heard his fingers squelching in my pussy. He told me not to worry about it – "I bet they are in there now wanking - thinking about your nice juicy pussy". With that he started to squeeze my nipples, knowing exactly what effect this had on me and gradually eased me out of my dress. He sucked each of my nipples in turn, flicking one with his tongue whilst pulling at the other with his fingers until he was sure that I was so turned on that I was not going to stop him going further. Then he slowly slid down to my bald pussy and tongued me beautifully, slowly up and down my slit, each time flicking my clit at one end and pushing his tongue deep inside me at the other. He could tell from the guttural noises coming from me that he was getting me close to coming and when I was almost there he moved his body up over me and slid inside me in one movement. It happened so easily, like a perfect fit and I let out a long, slow moan. He began to work my body like a musical instrument, sucking my nipples and using long, languid strokes of his cock to take me closer and closer to my peak. As I neared it he began to whisper in my ear that he bet I wished Jim and Phil were in the room watching and the thought made me moan louder and he began to drive harder and harder into me. Then he said that he would like to watch them fucking me. That thought and his words just sent me over the top and I let out an involuntary, very loud wail as I came. He continued to fuck me right through my orgasm, which seemed to extend it longer than any I'd ever experienced, then he suddenly pulled out and sat up over me and sprayed jet after jet of his hot come all over my breasts. I lay there startled for a while and then told Sean that I would have to get home. Part of me was embarrassed and part of me was upset by what he had whispered to me, and I was more than a bit worried that he may ask me to let them do it. Even more worrying was the fact that such a suggestion had been enough to trigger my orgasm. I slipped my dress back on, realising too late that Sean's semen was still on my breasts and that the stains showed through my dress. I had to walk back out through the room where Jim and Phil were still sitting and my embarrassment was complete when Jim grinned at Sean and said that it was better listening to me that watching the film. I hurried out of the flat and was quite short with Sean when he dropped me back at my car. That night I again lay awake in my bed, pondering Sean's words and actions that night. Had the whole thing been planned or was it a spontaneous event that had gone further than he'd expected? I spent a good many hours wondering if I should put an end to my affair with Sean before it got really out of hand. A Wife Strays Ch. 03 (Sorry it has taken so long to get round to adding another chapter, real life's intrusions. Please remember this is just a fantasy.) * After the last episode with Sean at his friend's flat, I avoided all contact with him for a few weeks. I was aware that, as a 40-year-old married woman, I was being faintly ridiculous in expecting anything other than sex from a "boy" of 20. However, I had not rationalised my feelings sufficiently at the time to distinguish obsession from love, which is what I believed I was feeling then. I was confused and hurt by his suggestions and so I ignored all his calls and messages. I also needed to analyse the excitement his words had aroused in me, in order to sort out my confusion, but nothing seemed to make much sense to me any more. Eventually, my need to see him overcame my reluctance and I called him and arranged to meet him at the same country lane where we had first made love. I thought that by meeting him there I could ensure that we would be alone and also hoped that I could re-capture the magic of that night. As the evening approached I found all the familiar excitement welling up in me and I longed to be in his arms again. I arrived first and sat in my car waiting impatiently. As I saw his car approach, my heart started to beat faster and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I remember telling myself not to be so stupid and steeling myself to resist any suggestions he may make that were not to my liking. He was quite sheepish as he opened the door to my car and got in, much more like the Sean I had first encountered. He asked why I had ignored all his calls and I explained how much his behaviour at Phil's flat had upset me. I recall telling him that I was not some tart to be paraded in front of his friends and that if there was any repetition, I would end it all. He appeared genuinely remorseful, saying that he had only behaved the way he did because he liked to show me off in front of his friends and that they were jealous of him. He reached up and stroked my hair and kissed me lightly on my neck and although he didn't know it, this simple action aroused such passion in me, that I forgave him there and then. Within minutes I was naked in the back of my car with Sean's hard cock working its magic deep in my pussy and his eyes doing the same deep in my soul. I came quickly and repeatedly until at last I felt him come in me and this final release made me burst into tears. All the emotional conflict of the past few weeks came flooding out and I sobbed uncontrollably. He held me close to comfort me until I stopped and regained some control over my emotions and I felt as close to him then as I ever did before of after. The next few months passed much as our first few had, meeting up, making love in our cars or in the open when the weather and circumstances allowed, and never once was Sean anything other than the perfect lover that he had been initially. In the autumn, when his baby was a year old, his wife returned to work, with her mother acting as a child minder. This meant his flat was empty most of the day and when his shift pattern allowed, we started to meet there. Although we both realised the dangers in this, it was worth the risk, since the weather was beginning to make our meetings in the car rather chilly experiences. It was also nice to languish in bed with him, rather than having to hurry to get dressed. On my fourth or fifth visit there, he surprised me by taking some photographs from his bedside cabinet, most of which were of his naked wife, but some showing them in quite varying sex acts. I was surprised how jealous I felt, because even though I knew that he must have still been making love with her, she was indeed very beautiful. Sean then asked me if Mike ever took any of me, and I told him we had taken some many years ago whilst on holiday, but it was not something we did any more. He then asked if he could take some of me, but I stopped that idea immediately, because I feared straight away that he would show them to his friends. He didn't try to push it any further, but instead began to ask if Mike and I did anything like he and his wife did in the photographs. I explained to him that they hadn't invented sex and that I had done most of them and quite a few that they probably hadn't tried. He quizzed me on all the photographs and I had to admit that there were two of them doing things that I had tried in a small way, but not as fully as their photographs depicted. The first was of Sean having anal sex with her and the other was one of her securely bound to their bed, in such a way as to make movement on her part virtually impossible. These two then seemed to excite Sean. He began by asking me if I had ever had anal sex and I explained that Mike and I had tried on a few occasions, but each time I had stopped because I found it painful. I also said that like many couples we had experimented with mild bondage, but that I disliked being completely bound as it made me feel slightly insecure during sex. He then started going on at me to let him try anal with me because it would be like taking my virginity. I tried to change the conversation, telling him that he had been the first man whose cum I had swallowed, but this seemed to excite him even more. I could feel he was rock hard against my leg and he rolled over on top of me and pushed my knees up and apart. He entered my pussy immediately and began to fuck me furiously. I felt his hands move round beneath me, pulling my cheeks apart, and he began to rub my anus with one of his fingers, as he often had in the past. I find this quite erotic as I am quite sensitive there, but this time he slowly began to work his finger inside my bottom, using the wetness that had leaked from my pussy to help lubricate me. I found this very exciting and as he began to wiggle his finger inside me, it helped stimulate my fast approaching orgasm. He sensed my mounting excitement and speeded up his pounding of my pussy and I felt him start to pump into me as I climaxed. As he started to soften, he withdrew his cock from me, but left his finger in place, gently rotating it. As he slowly started to remove it, he whispered in my ear "I'd love to have my cock in your arse one day Lin". I thought about his words over the next few days and decided that I would allow him to try. It made me excited to think that he may be the first man to have me in this way and I felt it would be like my gift to him which in some way would draw us closer. Because I had tried and failed in the past, I consulted many internet pages about the subject and prepared myself as best I could. During the week I bought condoms and lubricant (even going to the ridiculous lengths of going to separate chemists in case someone guessed my motives!) and one afternoon I tried and succeeded in getting one of my smaller, softer vibrators in without too much discomfort. On the Friday morning when I was meeting him next, I carefully washed myself in preparation and I convinced myself that I was ready, but nevertheless felt more than a little trepidation as I set off. Sean was his usual excited self when I eventually arrived at his flat and he was immediately hurrying me to get my clothes off. I wanted to be as relaxed as possible for my "deflowering" so I tried to slow him down. I slowly undressed him whilst he was standing up, lingering to take him in my mouth while I was on my knees in front of him. I looked up and watched his face contort as I sucked him, loving the feeling of having him in my mouth and in my control. Eventually I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes, then made him sit down in an armchair. I followed and knelt in front of him and continued to suck him, slowly and deliberately, each time making sure that I sucked his big head really hard, so that it sort of popped into my mouth. He was already beginning to breathe quickly and I felt him pulling at my hair, trying to make me speed up. I then stopped and moved up and straddled over him, felt behind me and took his engorged cock and fed it into my soaking pussy. It felt wonderful as I slowly slid down the full length until he was fully inside me. I then treated him to a very slow fuck, raising myself up until his cock was just outside of my pussy and then slowly, slowly sliding back down on him. I could feel him getting close so I sat down on him and rubbed my clit hard against him to make myself come, which I did, a few seconds after he came, moaning and pulling me down to him. I looked at him and said "I hope you aren't going to be this impatient with me all morning" and when he frowned and asked me why, it was then that I told him I was going to let him try what he wanted so much. He still looked puzzled and I said, "You know – my bottom". A big boyish grin spread across his face, but all he could find to say was "Great". I don't know what I had expected, but I was disappointed that he hadn't got more idea what a momentous decision it was for me and what exactly I was permitting him to do. I know there is a lot of reference to anal sex in stories on here, but I do not believe that any woman would undertake it lightly or casually. After a few minutes lying together, I slid out from under him and fetched my handbag. I passed him the condoms and tube of lubricant and told him he would have to use both. I then went and sat back in the armchair and put one leg over each arm so that I was fully stretched and open. I pushed Sean's head down towards my pussy so that he knew exactly what I wanted and lay there wantonly as he licked and sucked me. Gradually he began to take the lead, running his tongue a little further down and just flicking my anus (sorry – I can't think of a nicer word) with it. I found myself lifting myself a little and he began to massage my bottom, rubbing his hands all over it as he continued to lick me. He paused for a moment and picked up the tube of lubricant and squeezed a little onto my bottom. Very slowly he began to rub it round and round and then a finger slipped into me, so gently and so slowly, that it felt wonderful, not scary at all. I was trying to concentrate on these new feelings when I realised that he had succeeded in getting two fingers gently inside me. I felt more of the cold liquid on my bottom as he squeezed some lubricant onto me while he worked his fingers in and out. The physical sensations were undeniably pleasurable and I relaxed even more when he put his other hand on my face, gently stroking, promising that he'd never hurt me. Then he gently, firmly, pushed with the head of his cock against me. I must have moved away from him involuntarily, perhaps still scared, but he again promised that he'd stop at any time. The fact that he was listening, willing to stop for me, in spite of his own pleasure, helped me to relax again. Gently, firmly, slowly, steadily, he pushed his hard cock against my hole. It felt slippery, warm, big and exciting! He pushed gently with the head of his cock and I was taking slow deep breaths and pushing gently back against him. Suddenly there was a fleeting moment of intense pain, which almost immediately gave way to a feeling of fullness. He paused there, just inside me, and asked gently, "How are you? Does it hurt? Should I stop?" I remember saying, "No I'm fine, but go slowly." In reality, it felt a bit like I needed to "go" but the surrounding pressure and sensations made it very different. We stayed like that for awhile, which gave me an opportunity to get used to his cock in there and then he began to move slowly, keeping his movements gentle and subtle at first. I loved the sensation of feeling my bottom slowly being filled by his cock. It felt like I was swallowing him. I put my hands against his chest to stop him and then began to slowly push back on him at the pace I felt comfortable with. Then, almost miraculously it seemed to me, he was right in me. I couldn't believe it - it did not hurt and I felt so full, complete. He started moving slowly, pulling about halfway out, but this felt so strange that I grabbed his hips and said, "No! Don't pull out!" Sean said, "It's okay! Just relax and when you feel me push, you do the same." It was one of the most exquisite sensations for me as he slid back in the first time, amazingly pleasurable. I couldn't help but moan and push back towards him. The slow rhythm took a while to synchronise, but the sensations I experienced were so intense, incredible, and heavenly, that it was nearly mind-blowing. But suddenly Sean said, "Lin, I can't hold on any longer.... I can't.... I'm going to come" I wanted this delicious feeling to go on and his sudden release surprised me as I felt him tense and push right inside me. I could feel him pulsing as he came. He laid quietly on me for a few moments and then pushed himself up. I thought that he would pull out, but then I felt him touch my exposed clitoris and penetrate my pussy with some fingers. My body went crazy! My clit seemed to explode and my vagina contracted and I could feel my anus clamping on his semi-rigid cock still lodged in me. I lay panting, my legs splayed as the intensity of my orgasm subsided. The last physical sensation I remember is the very strange feeling as his cock slipped out of me. We lay together for a long time and I felt really contented. Soon though, Sean had to leave for work and I found myself at home, trying to analyse my feelings about the morning. In addition to the physical pleasures, there were complex emotional and psychological issues, which contributed to the erotic experience. In one way I had found being anally penetrated the ultimate act of submission and my idea that anal sex was naughty, forbidden and taboo made it even more exciting. But for me, the amount of trust I had to place in Sean really heightened my physical pleasure. Anal sex was my way of saying, "Here is a delicate part of my body where no one has been before, and I trust you not to hurt me but to make me feel good." I felt I had entrusted him with my deepest vulnerabilities. I felt high from the experience, and I couldn't wait to do it again. As we explored it further, it became better and better. The sex got hotter, more adventurous and my orgasms became more fierce and explosive, some of the best I'd ever felt in my life. I confess too that beyond the deep physical gratification, the naughtiness of it all really turned me on. When you add the emotional aspects of anal sex—trust, the forbidden, surrender, submission—to the physical sensations, you have a very powerful sexual experience. Unfortunately for me Sean was too young, inexperienced and selfish to appreciate what it all meant and to him it became just another hold he had over me.