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07/08/2018
I think I'm going to use this as a way of getting things off my chest. I have a few adventures that I haven't shared anyone so I guess why not? This one will be more about my friend Tim and why we couldn't follow the rules my husband had set up. I wouldn't call this one cheating, though I am guilty of that one from time to time. I would just call this breaking a few rules and keeping a few secrets
A week earlier I had had my first get together with Tim and loved it. We messaged each other and made plans to meet again. I told my husband that we were going to hook up for the first time that morning, which was a lie, my bad. We went over details on how to be safe and what he expected and told me to enjoy my adventure. My husband would be getting off work at noon which was a little early so I made plans with my husband to meet up around 10 am. That would give me roughly an hour for fun and then time to visit and part.
Around 8 am Tim showed up as we had planned. I set up an hour with my husband so he would know what was going on and he would know I was having fun, but I set up our hookup earlier so we could have a lot more fun without making my husband worry that I was having too much fun with another man. We chatted for a few minutes, and then proceded to the bedroom. When we got there I opened up a condom and put the ripped open package on the dresser and threw the condom in the garbage. My husband would probably find this and feel better that we were using protection. Well, not exactly but he would feel better at least.
We then began undressing quickly, excited by all of the anticipation. We both loved what we got last week and wanted more. As we lay in bed naked we began to kiss and let our hands explore. I was grasping his cock with my hand and began to tug on it while kissing him firmly and his hands were all over my naked body. I loved having a new man touch me all over. It excited me so much just to be touched it was intoxicating. I could tell that either he liked to be stroked or he loved touching me because he was as hard as a rock. If you read my last story, you will remember that he was almost twice the size as my husband. I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, and reaching down I slid it inside of me slowly. I was looking down into his eyes and saw on his face just how much he loved feeling all of me. There was nothing between us and I am pretty sure we both loved feeling that. It felt so naughty because one thing my husband liked was the fact that even if we did play, no man but him had felt me completely since we were married. It was such a bad thing but here he was feeling me just like my husband did and while it made me feel guilty, it was so exciting.
I slid all the way down very slowly and he looked up at me and asked me, "Am I bigger than your husband?" I didn't want to say yes but it was very very obvious he was so I nodded to him. He then said, "Then ride a real cock and cum all over it". Dirty talk got me going a bit but I have to admit, while that got me really excited, it kinda made me feel a little more guilty. Guilty or not, I started rocking forward and backward and I could feel that monster sliding in and out of me. It was huge and rock hard and I could feel all of it pushing deep inside of me. He had his hands on my hips and was guiding and helping me rock and I don't remember how much I moaned during that, I do remember moaning and shouting a few times so I am sure I was loud through the whole thing.
I arched my back and looked straight up and began grinding my hips against his and I could feel my clit rubbing while his cock pushed deep inside of me. He then put his hands all over my chest, feeling me up while I grinded and pressed down on him harder and harder. I knew I was getting wet and it had been five minutes and still I knew I was getting ready to cum. I grinded and grinded and his fingers explored my chest until I couldn't take it anymore. I went down on my hands over him and began rocking faster and faster as I started to shout out that i was about to cum over and over. He arched his back, lifing up his hips and pushed his cock so deep inside me it made me cum over and over again. I was not used to this kind of size and I was cumming over and over again non stop. I had to stop at that point for a moment to catch my breath before I could go again. I slammed my hips down on him and he thrust up over and over again and I kept cumming over and over again and again. I was absolutely loving this!
As I was about to climax for who knows how many times, I could hear his breath speed up and feel his grip tighten and I knew he was about to cum as well. I sped up my rhythm and rode him as hard as I could while trying not to collapse from getting too tired or cumming too much when he let it loose. I heard that classic groan and his fingers gripped on my hips and I could feel him twitch as he pushed inside me as deep as he could go. I knew he was cumming inside of me and though it made me feel guilty, I felt so satisfied I didn't care that much. I collapsed on top of him trying to catch my breath as he tried to do the same thing. I rolled over all covered in sweat and once we caught our breaths I got both of us glasses of water and we chatted while we rested. He had made a nasty little mess inside me. It was far from the last as an hour later we went at it again.
After we had our fun for three hours with breaks, Tim said his goodbyes and we talked about meeting up in a few days or next week. When my husband came home he found the ripped package and assumed we had used protection. He decided it was time for him to get some fun and reclaim me. I didn't see that coming at all, but hey, why not? I am very glad he did not try to go down on me because that would have been awkward, but right off the bat he told me he could tell I enjoyed my hookup and that I was excited. I asked him how he could tell and he said that he could feel how wet I was and that I was really wet. I left it at that, because there is no nice way of telling him he was practically soaking in another man's cum inside of me. It sure was a fun day, that is for sure
A week earlier I had had my first get together with Tim and loved it. We messaged each other and made plans to meet again. I told my husband that we were going to hook up for the first time that morning, which was a lie, my bad. We went over details on how to be safe and what he expected and told me to enjoy my adventure. My husband would be getting off work at noon which was a little early so I made plans with my husband to meet up around 10 am. That would give me roughly an hour for fun and then time to visit and part.
Around 8 am Tim showed up as we had planned. I set up an hour with my husband so he would know what was going on and he would know I was having fun, but I set up our hookup earlier so we could have a lot more fun without making my husband worry that I was having too much fun with another man. We chatted for a few minutes, and then proceded to the bedroom. When we got there I opened up a condom and put the ripped open package on the dresser and threw the condom in the garbage. My husband would probably find this and feel better that we were using protection. Well, not exactly but he would feel better at least.
We then began undressing quickly, excited by all of the anticipation. We both loved what we got last week and wanted more. As we lay in bed naked we began to kiss and let our hands explore. I was grasping his cock with my hand and began to tug on it while kissing him firmly and his hands were all over my naked body. I loved having a new man touch me all over. It excited me so much just to be touched it was intoxicating. I could tell that either he liked to be stroked or he loved touching me because he was as hard as a rock. If you read my last story, you will remember that he was almost twice the size as my husband. I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, and reaching down I slid it inside of me slowly. I was looking down into his eyes and saw on his face just how much he loved feeling all of me. There was nothing between us and I am pretty sure we both loved feeling that. It felt so naughty because one thing my husband liked was the fact that even if we did play, no man but him had felt me completely since we were married. It was such a bad thing but here he was feeling me just like my husband did and while it made me feel guilty, it was so exciting.
I slid all the way down very slowly and he looked up at me and asked me, "Am I bigger than your husband?" I didn't want to say yes but it was very very obvious he was so I nodded to him. He then said, "Then ride a real cock and cum all over it". Dirty talk got me going a bit but I have to admit, while that got me really excited, it kinda made me feel a little more guilty. Guilty or not, I started rocking forward and backward and I could feel that monster sliding in and out of me. It was huge and rock hard and I could feel all of it pushing deep inside of me. He had his hands on my hips and was guiding and helping me rock and I don't remember how much I moaned during that, I do remember moaning and shouting a few times so I am sure I was loud through the whole thing.
I arched my back and looked straight up and began grinding my hips against his and I could feel my clit rubbing while his cock pushed deep inside of me. He then put his hands all over my chest, feeling me up while I grinded and pressed down on him harder and harder. I knew I was getting wet and it had been five minutes and still I knew I was getting ready to cum. I grinded and grinded and his fingers explored my chest until I couldn't take it anymore. I went down on my hands over him and began rocking faster and faster as I started to shout out that i was about to cum over and over. He arched his back, lifing up his hips and pushed his cock so deep inside me it made me cum over and over again. I was not used to this kind of size and I was cumming over and over again non stop. I had to stop at that point for a moment to catch my breath before I could go again. I slammed my hips down on him and he thrust up over and over again and I kept cumming over and over again and again. I was absolutely loving this!
As I was about to climax for who knows how many times, I could hear his breath speed up and feel his grip tighten and I knew he was about to cum as well. I sped up my rhythm and rode him as hard as I could while trying not to collapse from getting too tired or cumming too much when he let it loose. I heard that classic groan and his fingers gripped on my hips and I could feel him twitch as he pushed inside me as deep as he could go. I knew he was cumming inside of me and though it made me feel guilty, I felt so satisfied I didn't care that much. I collapsed on top of him trying to catch my breath as he tried to do the same thing. I rolled over all covered in sweat and once we caught our breaths I got both of us glasses of water and we chatted while we rested. He had made a nasty little mess inside me. It was far from the last as an hour later we went at it again.
After we had our fun for three hours with breaks, Tim said his goodbyes and we talked about meeting up in a few days or next week. When my husband came home he found the ripped package and assumed we had used protection. He decided it was time for him to get some fun and reclaim me. I didn't see that coming at all, but hey, why not? I am very glad he did not try to go down on me because that would have been awkward, but right off the bat he told me he could tell I enjoyed my hookup and that I was excited. I asked him how he could tell and he said that he could feel how wet I was and that I was really wet. I left it at that, because there is no nice way of telling him he was practically soaking in another man's cum inside of me. It sure was a fun day, that is for sure
Poster:
Kitten
