My marriage is content, though it does seem inevitable that the doldrums set in, especially in the bedroom. My wife, Mary, of over twenty years, was an excellent wife, partner, and mother, but sex seems a chore to her for a long time now, and my libido is still very high.
To combat the longing that developed, I viewed porn sites, of course, but also very much enjoyed the power of the written word in the form of erotic stories. I found the website Lush Stories and read many stories in different genres (my favorite being the Cheating category) to fuel my masturbatory fantasies.
After some time, I had the urge to write a story and became a paid member on the website. My first story about a Christmas party, which led to infidelity, was rather well received, and I had gotten many likes and comments, which instilled me with enough confidence to write some more stories. Not for every story I wrote, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t have to stop writing and rub one out, being turned on by my fruitful imagination on occasion.
The relative anonymity of the internet and my stories was comforting, as Mary sure as hell wouldn’t understand, and I work in corporate America, which would be a huge embarrassment, at best, a trip to HR at worst if I were discovered. That all changed one day.
I sat down in the cafeteria booth at the office and was soon joined by the usual lunch crew, Mike, Bob and Samantha. We had all come through the ranks together and knew each other for many years. Mike and Bob worked in the same department with me. Samantha had been with us as well, but had transferred departments two or three years ago. We were all about the same age, pushing 50, married and children in college or college age.
Samantha had always been stunning and didn’t lose a step with having children and age, besides a few gray streaks in her blonde hair. Her breasts were ample, her ass was great, and her legs were long. She always dressed on the fine line between sexy and professional. More often than not, she wore lipstick, which, in my opinion, many women do not pull off well, but she always nailed it. I had my fair share of masturbating to her, especially thinking of those lipstick lips on my cock. Many thought she was very stern, but I have known her long enough to see through it. Samantha and I would lightly flirt with each other, but generally kept it professional.
The conversation over lunch was about a strange turn of events in a large ongoing project.
“That decision was something else. No one saw that coming,” Mike said.
“Yeah, that was a cosmic twist”, Samantha said as she kept eating her salad.
My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. She used my screen name on Lush Stories. Could be coincidence, but a bit of a usual term to use. I regained my composure and agreed. I kept worrying about it, but decided it was just my overactive imagination.
Three days later, the four of us were at lunch again. Bob was finishing a story about an escapade during his college years, which brought laughter from all of us.
“You always have such lush stories, Bob,” Samantha managed to croak out while laughing.
I paused again. She used the name of the website. I found two coincidences even harder to believe, especially when I swore she gave me the slightest of smiles after the laughter at Bob’s story had died down.
I thought of going over to her office to ask the question, but thought better of it. If I were wrong, I would be outing myself. On the other hand, if she figured out it was me, she was on Lush Stories herself, right? What if someone else told her? I never visited the site from the office, my work computer, or phone. Thousands of questions with few answers.
On the ride home from the office, I continued to ponder the current situation and how I could figure out if she really knew. Then it hit me, write a story she would find it hard not to bring up to me.
After Mary had gone to bed, I booted up the laptop and wrote an Office Sex category story, the glow of the laptop screen filling the room. The way I described the characters, it could only be Samantha and me, though I did change the names. I accurately described the office layout. The story was about the characters giving in to their desires and having their first office affair while on a business trip. I nodded when I finished. One of the hottest stories I’ve written so far. It was easy to write considering how much fodder I had from the times I was thinking of Samantha while jerking off.
Publish.
Time to wait.
It took a few days for moderator review and some edits, but the story was published on Wednesday. I did mess up logistics in that Samantha was on vacation that week, so I didn’t think an answer would be forthcoming. Boy, was I wrong.
It was Friday evening, and Mary had left to spend the weekend at her sister’s house. A few hours later, my phone dinged with an incoming text. I assumed it was Mary telling me she had arrived at her sister’s, but it was from Samantha.
I read your new story on that website. I know it was about us
Question answered, she did know. Oh no, something I had not considered was that my ploy might actually be the thing to get me in trouble? Is she going to report this to HR? As I was processing, ding, another message.
I had the best orgasm in a very long time while reading it on Wednesday
Holy shit! I read that text over and over again, getting hard just thinking of her fingering herself while reading my story about us. I exhaled and decided to be bold.
You should have seen the cum shot I had when I needed to take a break from writing about us. About you
My heart was racing, I was breathing heavy, looking nowhere except at my phone, awaiting a response. It felt like forever, but it was probably only a few minutes. I saw the bubbles indicating she was typing, and my hands started shaking.
Fuck, that’s hot. Mark is out of town this weekend. Come to my house so we can do it for real
Wow! I would not have expected that in a million years and never even considered it. Could I betray Mary? Was Samantha serious? What if I don’t live up to…um…performance expectations? What if someone from the office found out? No, Samantha would not tell anyone; she had as much to lose as I did. A million thoughts are racing at the same time. Ding.
I need you. Now!
That text had a photo of her taken in a full-length mirror with her back to the mirror. She was wearing a yellow thong and a matching bra.
That melted me. She was wearing exactly what I had described in the story. Did she buy that after reading it? Did I just guess right? Who cares! She looked as amazing as she did in my mind’s eye. Not only was I about to throw caution to the wind, I yeeted it by responding with
On my way
I jumped in the shower quickly to be fresh and made sure I was clean-shaven below. Even though Mary and I barely had sex anymore, I always loved the feeling of being clean-shaven. A small dash of cologne and out the door I went.
It was a beautiful, clear night, but it was like I was driving in a fog. My heart was still beating fast, and I was barely listening to the GPS. It took me 25 minutes to get there. I threw the car into park. Ding.
Just got to my sister’s, traffic was awful
It was Mary. Guilt smashed over me like a rock on the ocean shore during a storm. What am I doing here? I sat for a while. Ding.
I know you are here. I had second thoughts, too, but we both need this
It included a close-up photo of her throating a veiny, life-like dildo. Damn! Never thought Samantha would be like this, goes to show, you never really know someone you have worked with for years. I melted again. I texted Mary.
That sucks, glad you are there safe
I got out of my car and strode up the walkway, the smell of the nearby lilac bushes in the air, and slightly dodging the sprinklers watering the lawn as they drifted across the walkway a bit. I knocked softly on the door.
“Get in here, John,” Samantha’s muffled voice pleaded.
She was standing in the foyer in the yellow bra and thong as the picture had shown. She wore her usual perfect lipstick. She looked amazing. At close to 50, there were a few sags here and there that some would call imperfections, but to me, it crystallized it as real.
“God, Samantha, you are fucking hotter than I ever imagined,” I stammered.
She took two quick steps and was on me, her mouth finding mine quickly, our tongues dancing around each other. My hands instinctively grabbed her ass cheeks as I drew a line along the outline of the thong with a finger of each hand. She moaned in my mouth. I broke this kiss and started lightly biting her neck, slowly moving up and nibbling an earlobe.
“You have no idea, John, how many times at work I just wanted to pull you into a conference room and wildly fuck,” she whispered.
“As many times as I thought about bending you over your office desk and sliding my cock into you,” I growled as I bit her ear again, maybe a little too hard. She moaned louder.
Samantha pushed away a bit, then slowly got down on her knees and began rubbing the bulge in my pants while looking at me with a sexy smile. She began unbuttoning my pants and slid the zipper down, pulling my pants down as I quickly slipped out of my loafers. She gently bit my cock through my boxers and then put a hand on each side and pulled them down, my cock springing up to her face. She wasted no time and grabbed the top with a hand and pushed my dick up towards me and gave a big, long, slow lick from my balls all the way to the tip. I groaned.
She then pointed my manhood right at her mouth and took me in slowly while running her tongue on the underside, maintaining eye contact the whole time. For the first time in over 20 years, my cock was in another woman’s mouth. It felt exquisite, and the sight of her red lipstick on my cock turned me on like nothing ever has. Then it hit me, the yellow outfit, lipstick, blowjob in the foyer, this was following my story! I wondered for a brief moment how closely it would follow, but that thought just faded to nothing as her warm, wet mouth started moving back and forth on my cock.
Samantha took me deep but not all the way, and then would come all the way up, swirl her tongue quickly around the head, and then go down again. Over and over.
“Fuck Samantha, that is amazing,” I croaked.
She came up off my cock quickly, looked me in the eyes, and with a wicked smile said, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” And took me deep again. She got a hand involved, which followed her mouth up and down my hard shaft, the hand twisting around the head and then back down the shaft with her mouth. She kept this at a steady pace, all the while my eyes shifting from her eyes, to my cock disappearing into her gorgeous mouth, to her thong.
“Damn, not going to last too much longer if you keep that up,” I gasped.
She came up and again, with a wicked grin, said, “Good! I want your cum in my mouth.” Her mouth and hand started up again. As my breath got quicker, she reached both hands around and grabbed my ass cheeks for leverage and pulled herself all the way down on me, my cock entering her throat.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
She kept herself pressed into me, her nose touching my skin until she gagged a bit and came up for air. My whole cock was covered in her throat saliva as one hand came back around to stroke me while she caught her breath. She had a tear in her eye from the gagging, but had a large smile.
“Your cock tastes as good as I thought it would,” she managed to growl, then grabbed ass cheeks and pulled me into her throat again.
Samantha kept doing this over and over until I felt the familiar tightening in my balls.
“I’m gonna cum, Samantha,” I yelled, grabbing her hair in both hands. She pulled my dick into her throat again, my hands helping hold her there. She let out a pleading whimper around my cock. I saw stars as I erupted and shot rope after rope of hot cum down her throat. As I started spurting, she dug her nails hard into my ass cheeks, causing me to wince but in a good way. My knees were shaking. She stopped throating and took the last few lazy spurts in her mouth, going more gently now, knowing I would be sensitive. She smiled, stood, and kissed me deeply, jamming her tongue quickly into my mouth, tasting the remnants of my cum.
“Well, I think that covers the first part of the story,” she said, grinning. “Come,” she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom, to her marital bed. The room was immaculate, and the king-sized bed was covered with a flowered comforter. Soft music was playing in the background.
At the foot of the bed, she kissed my deeply again, our hands roaming over one another. Samantha then pushed me forcefully onto the bed, reached around, and began to unsnap her bra. I noticed a small bit of worry in her eyes, and the yellow bra fell to the floor. Her nice-sized tits sagged with weight, age, and child rearing, but they still looked great.
“I always knew your tits looked great,” I said, and was rewarded with a smile as she climbed on the bed, straddling me. I placed my hands on her tits, my thumbs playing with her nipples, which was rewarded with a sigh and a moan.
“Like I said, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” she whispered as she bent over and kissed me. She began moving her body up my chest until she was straddling my face, her hands pressed against the headboard. I moved her thong to the side to finally see that she was clean-shaven. I could see by the sheen that she was extremely wet already. I breathed in deep to take in her womanly scent. “Now shut up and eat my married pussy,” she demanded and pushed her pussy into my face hard.
I began lapping her folds. I alternated between long licks along the whole length of her slit to diving my tongue into her as deeply as I could, but purposefully staying away from her clit for the moment. I reached up with both hands and started rolling her nipples between my fingers. Samantha squealed and grunted and slowly started grinding her pussy into my face.
I reached around her and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, pulling and pushing, helping her grind my face. I slid a finger under her thong and began teasing her tight little pucker. She stopped grinding and leaned to one side, making me think I had overstepped, and she didn’t enjoy anal play. However, when she leaned back, I felt her fumble to find my hand behind her, and she handed me a bottle. I quickly deduced it was lube. Hell yeah.
I spread a generous amount on a finger and lubed and teased her pucker, all the while my tongue never stopping on her pussy. As I began easing a finger into her ass, I finally started teasing her clit with my tongue. She moaned loudly and began rubbing her pussy into my face more quickly as I was moving a finger in and out of her ass. While she had started with long grind motions as she got closer and knew where my tongue was located, she stopped her clit right on my tongue. Her grind changed to short, desperate strokes, my finger still in her ass. She was groaning like an animal. I could barely breathe; her thong, pushed to the side, was chafing my face. I didn’t care, I was in heaven. Her knees clenched the sides of my head as she shrieked, and I felt her convulse. Breathing heavy, she rolled off to the side of me.
We were lying on our sides and stared at each other and smiled.
“Damn, John, that was amazing,” she said between breaths.
“You’ve been amazing all night,” I said quietly, while running my hand up and down her side. “How did you know I was on the website?”
“I’ve been on the site for a long time myself,” she replied. “You probably don’t remember, but you gave me your personal phone at the company outing to send a text, you had the site up.” There was a pause. “Is sex with Mary as dull to non-existent as it is with Mark and me?” she asked while starting to stroke my cock. It responded.
“You have no idea,” I replied. She moved and went down on me, sucking my dick till I was fully hard again, then stopped and looked up at me.
“This is the part of the story where you do me doggie. While I love that, I’m changing the story,” she smiled, her eyes twinkling.
After a long pause, “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
I stared, not believing it.
“My old college boyfriend got me into loving it, but Mark has always refused,” she said.
“Then we are a match because I have always wanted to, but Mary refuses,” I replied with a smile and grabbed the lube bottle.
She grabbed a few pillows to put under her core and display her ass to me. I smeared a generous amount of lube on her rosebud, teased it, then slid a finger into her ass, eliciting a moan. I saw her reach under the comforter, and she retrieved what appeared to be a small vibrator, which was confirmed when I heard a click and a faint buzz. When I heard the buzz slow as she pressed into it her clit, I slid a second finger into her ass. She groaned loudly. After some time of pumping my two fingers into her, feeling she was ready, I smeared lube on her ass again and then smeared it on my dick, stroking a few times in order to spread it out evenly. I placed it against her pucker and began slowly pushing it into her. I saw her grab the comforter with her free hand and clench.
“Fuck! Yes! Stick that married cock in my ass!” she yelled and kept grinding the vibrator into her clit.
I went slow, checking in with her frequently to make sure she was doing ok, until I finally bottomed out. Her ass was so tight, it felt amazing. I grabbed her hips and began slowly pumping in and out of her. She was yelling, moaning and groaning. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly as I picked up the pace. She grunted and pressed the vibrator again. I slapped her ass hard and reached around and pinched a nipple hard. That was the breaker; her whole body seemed to shake. Seeing her like that was the breaker for me and I exploded in her ass, my hot cum spurting into her deep recesses. I very slowly pulled out of her, watching a bit of cum dribbling out of her ass.
“Damn, that was amazing,” she gasped.
We spent the next hour lying there talking about sex positions, our likes and dislikes, and stories of old conquests. We showered together and had one more round in the shower.
I found myself in the foyer again, ready to leave, the thought of the amazing blowjob I received here still very fresh.
She looked at me, kissed me, and said, “We can’t let this affect us at work. We shouldn’t do this again.”
It didn’t. We did.
