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10 Apr 2019


My name is Shona and I have just been fucked. Yes, I am married and my husband does not know about it yet but he will soon enough. I cannot wait to tell him. But he is at work and before my pussy settles down, I want to record my day, to share, I have to tell you all and write this down, I feel so giddy.

I am not seeking anyone's approval for my actions. I couldn't care less if you judge me or what that judgement is. I feel like a sexy woman and I am very happy with my life.

The guy who has just fucked me and now headed off is called Brent. He is single and very attractive and I am over the moon coming clean about what I have done and if I get chance will do him again next week, I will. So I hope I get some brownie points for honesty.

As I sit here in front of my screen writing out this wonderful confession I can feel a delicious thick trickle of creamy spunk, seep from my pussy and being soaked up by the gusset of my panties. (Hopefully not leaking past and soiling the seat material, haha!)

I find myself smiling as I type this, remembering how he pummelled my body and flooded my pussy. How I lay myself out before him and willingly received everything he had to give me. Aren't I just the wicked one?

I am 55 years of age and not at all disloyal. My husband has been the most enthusiastic support for me. Pushing me to explore and encouraging my every step, in my voyage of horny discovery

All women look at other men but you know what I mean girls, I originally I would never have thought to have sex with one. (OK there might have been one -- Haha! )

Us girls, we all like to see a great body on a man and a lovely tight arse will always get our attention, well it does mine, but that is as far as it goes normally. I really don't care a fuck what anyone thinks of me. I find these days I love a good “seeing-to” and I have certainly just had one. An hour ago I was fucking like there was no tomorrow with a sexy guy who lives a few suburbs away, who is great to look at, has a fantastic physique and is just an exciting new toy to explore. He makes me feel hot, in fact hotter than I have felt in ages. My husband had been my only lover until the last few years, with Ric’s encouragement, I have had the many tastes of "other men" and it has been so fucking amazing.

I was a bit disconcerted at first, you know, opening my legs for another man, I felt so exposed and especially with many being much younger than me. When this one told me to open my legs it was like -- what? It was like, god he is going to be able to see my slit. When I finally did open my legs it felt so naughty. I felt like a young girl showing my pussy to a new boyfriend, something I had not done in forever.

"Cute little pussy Shona," Brent said as his finger played in my liquid excitement, "and you are so wet already, you naughty thing!"

I was naughty, wasn't I? It always did feel deliciously wicked. All this was so hot to me, a man talking to me like that, I hope he does it again. I keep giggling when I think about it. I love the dirty talk like this during sex. It makes me feel like a silly schoolgirl.

OK, I don't have the body I once had but my breasts are nice. My legs and thighs have become more womanly. (They looked especially great an hour ago, spread wide apart, me splayed out across the bed with a very attractive man's hips buried deep between them, screwing me -- Lol!)

Brent has been making it so clear for some six months that he loves to shag the arse off me. He is 43 and clearly likes an older woman. Ric and I met Brent , he has an impish smile that turns to lecherous when he looks at me. He is cheeky with it and has a funny dry sense of humour. I liked him an awful lot and welcomed the thought of having sex with him.

I am positively on fire with excitement, I have had his lovely cock so deep up my pussy so many times now and it is pretty fantastic.He is really thick and I can feel him throbbing inside of me every time.

I'll tell you what though, that Brent has got me fucking like I have never fucked before, my arse was going at it ten to the dozen -- Lol.

I spent a few crazy afternoons fingering myself silly thinking about my various escapades. Masturbating had never been for me but it was now. I had found an exotic side to me I never knew existed.

Ric will be home from work in another hour. He will just walk in as normal, I can’t wait to tell him about my afternoon. Aren't I awful thinking like that?

Brent suddenly became much more interesting, well he would wouldn't he? When I took a perfect opportunity to nip his gorgeous arse he needed no more encouragement. It took a lot of courage on my part to do it. I have seen lovely arses on lots of men but there is a big difference between that and touching. I had thought about how to let him know I was available and a little squeeze on his sexy arse seemed a good way to do it.

Originally this all meant stepping out of my comfort zone and taking a risk to do something that would normally be alien to me no matter how much I might want to do it. But do it I did. I decided that I in the name of my marriage and the encouragement of my sexy husband, I would go for it, and go for it I did!

Brent didn't hesitate in responding, sneakily sliding his hand onto the small of my back as he stood next to me as we all got up to leave the hotel, then sliding it down and having a little squeeze at one of my arse cheeks while I sent him a text containing my contact info. All the while I felt his fingers tracing my knicker-hem. It was deliciously sexy and exciting, (nearly had myself an orgasm there and then)

The Uber we had ordered was taking ages and Ric had to go back inside to the loo.

Brent soon had me pinned against the wall and we kissed.

"Be careful," I said, "He might catch us."

God that kiss was so hot and his hand run up my bare thigh and slipped inside my panties. I felt his finger trace my slit, I was embarrassingly wet. Brent turned himself and suddenly he had his fingers right up inside me. He gave me two or three finger fucks before I got him to stop and embarrassingly pulled his hand out before Ric came back.

When Ric and I got into the backseat of the Uber and it set off leaving Brent to walk home, my heart was thumping, pulsing in my head. I was smiling in my excitement and taking an occasional look at Ric and thinking, God another man has just had his fingers up in my cunt while you was having a piss. Sounds wicked I know, but it is exciting when I think about it, especially now as I type it.

I was so turned on by the feel of Brent's hand inside my knickers and by the way he had been so daring, it had been so long since I had felt so excited by the touch of a new man.

Just before Ric got back from the loo Brent had whispered in my ear, "You need me to fuck you, don't you?"

I just groaned in his ear, as he again momentarily grabbed my pantied pussy mound.

The next day I received the phone call I was hoping for, he rang came while Ric was at work. Yesterday after I had squeezed Brent's arse I noticed that he got into conversation with Ric about his work. What time he started and finished, he wanted to know all Ric's movements because he wanted to fuck me, first time, alone.

Brent wanted to get his cock into me and now I found I was ready to have him. (actually at that moment I was ready to beg him to take me... )

We kept exchanging those little flirty looks, it was wildly exciting to me, I had never flirted before. I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would be sat next to my husband and opposite a great looking hunk of sex with an aching wet, swollen pussy filling my knickers.

Today Brent arrived just as we had arranged on the phone and I eagerly let him in. I had my newest shorty cotton dress on, silk panties and bare feet. Brent is so tall and he towered over me. He didn't say it but the look in his eyes told me he didn't want any niceties and he left me no doubt that he had come here to fuck me.

After just a few minutes of the usual ice-breaking and kissing that got slowly more horny. Our tongues were exploring each others mouths, but we both knew exactly what we really wanted. My pussy was ready and aching for him, he was rigid and raging. We were on my bed in seconds, my underwear was literally ripped off, I rolled on a condom and we were immediately fucking, yes fucking like it might be our last time together. I know I shouldn't laugh about it, but it was so thrilling and exhilarating.

Brent knew all about fucking, god he knew how to work that sexy rigid cock alright and he knew how to drill that magnificent organ, driving up between my thighs. He knew what to do with my cunt when he was getting freely fed it, I was making sure he was getting fed it. I surrendered myself up to him on a plate, I was seriously “on heat”.

I think back now as I type this account for you all and think how wicked I have been, not evilly wicked mind you, no not that at all, deliciously wicked just like us women fantasise about, being scrumptiously wicked.

My legs were pushed apart, spread wide open, my knees were pushed forward until they were nearly touching my ears while he sunk his cock into me like a wild animal, god I felt wanted. Then my legs where pointing upwards to the ceiling, the ends of my toes curling. He was holding my ankles while he fucked, and fucked, and fucked, kissing the inside of my legs.

Did I have a mind-blowing orgasm for him? Yes I did (more than one!) Was it the best I had ever had in my life? Well I have I have to say it was pretty intense, because it was.

In the seconds before we started fucking he had asked me to put his condom on for him. It was one of the only times I had put a condom on any man's rock-hard cock. It was so exotic sliding it over Brent's cock, all the way down his shaft until it fitted so snugly on his gorgeous erection, but as we were now both approaching orgasm and Brent's groans became louder and as he grunted with each unrestrained and urgent thrust into me he suddenly changed his mind, he ripped the condom off himself and brutally sunk his naked cock back into my cunt and pumped me now bareback. It was so hot that he wanted to blow his stuff right up into me, not wasted into a condom. Now as I sit her recounting, that same delicious fluid is running back out of me as I type -- Lol!

His hard naked foreskin was stripped back on re-entry and I loved it and wanted him to screw me even more. I was desperately needing to feel his seed. I wanted it and craved it. I wanted him to make me feel like a ravished woman. I was bucking and fucking him, urging him to spunk inside me.

My orgasm slowly built up until my heart was racing, my head thumping and my pussy contractions were so wild they were painful. I was aware that I had become extremely vocal, screaming from somewhere deep down, god he was a good fuck.

As my orgasm hit its perfect peak, I was buried beneath this tall man with his beautiful body and broad manly shoulders, holding me flat down. He was screwing me mercilessly. I felt like he was making me his. In those heightened moments, He owned me, I belonged to him body and soul and he was taking me. I felt diminutive beneath his grinding torso as he continued to bury cock into me until I felt his legs go into a spasm. I was pinned beneath his muscular frame, held in place by his erection and weight, and now he was ready to seed me. (When he did it was so exotic, oh my god)

Brent's orgasm seemed to come thundering up from his feet, through his legs and trembling thighs. I could almost hear his heart beating like thunder then his smouldering, hot sperm shot into me, exotically hot onto my wanton cervix. He felt amazing and his sperm flood seemed to permeate my entire body creating a warmth that filled my being as well as my senses. Isn't that just how good sex is supposed to feel?

We laid together exhausted for many minutes before we got up, recovered our clothing and got dressed, Brent left. My house now feels strangely empty without him so I sat at my computer and typed this account for you all to share. I still feel very giddy and my pussy is wet, puffy soft and still sticky from where Brent left a very creamy gift.

Now I know from the reviews of the many stories on this site that there will be those who will call me a slut and many other things besides and do you know I don't give a fuck. Yes some of you will jump to the usual judgements of others that you never apply to yourselves. Some of you will moralise but not question your own morals like why are you here today secretly reading these stories? Well I don't give a fuck one way or the other. I know lots of women will know why I have done what I have and might wish that they could find the courage to do the same. I know many married women will wish they had been in my place today.

Brent has just made me feel like a new woman and the first chance I get he will be invited back to fuck me again, I cannot wait...

And I can’t wait to tell Ric...


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