I went to college and met my husband. He was the first man I had sex with. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.
My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious, flirtatious, fun to be around, the real life of the party.
We would go out with him when he came to town. He flirted and paid a lot of attention to me, while my husband just got drunk. I found myself increasingly attracted to him. I went to a conference one week and even picked up a guy who reminded me of him, but the guy could not get it up. Shit, here I was ready to cheat on my husband and I couldn’t even do that right.
A couple of weeks later, the salesman, Denny, invited my husband and I to his home for the weekend. We sat around Friday night drinking and talking. My husband got drunk as usual and passed out. We were in their finished basement and that was where my husband and I were going to sleep. So we tucked my husband into the sofa bed and continued to party. Denny’s wife decided to call it a night and went upstairs to bed.
Denny and I continued to talk and flirt with each other. Finally he walked over to where I was sitting and he kissed me. I was on fire. I kissed him back with a hunger I did not know was even in me. He took me around the corner, so that we were out of view of my husband. We made out like teenagers. He raised my blouse and undid my bra, freeing my breasts. He pinched my nipples gently, sending shock waves to my already wet pussy. He reached inside my pants and inside my panties.
I reached for his belt and undid his pants. I freed his cock and immediately dropped to my knees. I wanted this man in the worst way. I sucked him deeply into my mouth. This was at a time that I did not even like giving blow jobs and here I was not fifteen feet from my passed out husband, with this guys wife upstairs, sucking his cock for all I was worth.
I did not care. I was so turned on I would do anything this man asked (more about that in another story). He ran is fingers through my hair and I could tell he wanted me to finish him off. He was turned on, so it was not going to take long. He started to piston into my mouth as he fucked my face. Suddenly he held my head and flooded my mouth with his juices. I wouldn’t swallow my husband’s cum but here I was eagerly swallowing Denny’s cum and begging for more.
We straightened ourselves up. Kissed each other good night. Denny went upstairs and I crawled into bed with my husband.
Some time during the night Denny crept downstairs. He gently woke me and led me into his work shop, which was next to the rec room. Again, we were all over each other. He reached under my nightgown and started to finger me. I was so ready. I pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang to attention. He put me up on the work bench which was the perfect height, and slowly slid his cock into me. I was in pure lust.
After so six years of vanilla sex, here was what I had unknowingly been looking for. He fucked me hard and fast. I did not care, because I had cum the minute he put his cock in me. I felt him jerk and I could feel his cum deep inside me. After a few minutes, we said good by and I crawled back into bed with my husband. I laid there feeling Denny’s cum run out of me, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
This man had just unleashed my sexual being!