Someone asked if I have ever been caught or came close to being caught cheating by my husband.
Over the years, I have developed several, lets call them, rules for myself when I am having adventures. You might think I have gotten wiser, but as you will see I haven't been that fortunate.
The first and most important rule for me is to never get attached. Years ago, I had a long-term affair with a man named Don. He was divorced, and it started off as a casual affair, but it slowly developed into much more. I ended up seeing Don for five years, and we grew very close—so close that I was on the verge of leaving my husband for him. Towards the end, it became very obvious to my husband that I was seeing another man, although I never admitted it.
Don wanted more. He wanted me to leave my husband and marry him. I was torn and could not make a decision. Don eventually made the decision for me when he walked away. I was both heartbroken. Eventually my marriage healed, but it has never been the same between me and my husband. The scars are still very visible. I often wonder if I made a big mistake by staying in my marriage. Never again will I let things get that serious. For that reason, I try to stick with married men.
The next rule is that I have always discouraged encounters when my husband is not travelling on business. I have bent this rule many times, but generally I prefer to only meet up with men when my husband is out of town. He usually travels about twice a month, so I do have plenty of opportunities to stray and still not run the risk of getting caught.
My third rule, if you want to call it that, is to never have a man over to the house. The reasons for this are many and pretty obvious. Typically, there is no negotiation about this.
So now my story.
A few years ago, I was having an affair with a man named Chris. There was really nothing adventurous or special about our fling. It was the typical extramarital affair. We were both married, and we knew the limits of our relationship.
I have always enjoyed encounters with married men, especially those with children. They know the score. There are no expectations other than just dirty, nasty sex. The kind of sex that they are not getting at home after years of marriage. They, like myself, are looking for a thrill, an escape from the daily monotony of married life.
Chris was the average married man. He had three children, so he had no intention of leaving his wife and family. There was no power struggle, no relationship issues, no dating or courting. It was just about the sex.
Chris's reasons for cheating were the typical married man's stories that I had heard many times. Basically, they all come down to a lack of sex. You know, the wife has lost all interest in sex; sex was limited to once a month; she refuses to give blow jobs (that's a big one); it has become routine and mechanical; no spark, etc. Same story as all the other married men having extramarital sex. I'm sure my husband has the same reasons himself.
Chris was a nice man, attractive and kind. For me, he was the flavour of the month. Nothing special, other than a good distraction for when my husband was out of town on business. We got along well; we met each other's needs; and we had fun.
Chris and I started meeting up at a hotel. But as you know, hotels can get expensive. I understood. After all, he did have three kids and a wife to support. So our meetings became less frequent than we both wanted.
There came a point in our relationship where my husband started travelling less. No particular reason, just timing. Both Chris and I were getting frustrated with our lack of meetings and our lack of hot sex.
Chris lived only a few miles away and was pushing for another encounter. Our time was limited and so were his funds; a hotel was out of the question.
In a moment of weakness or maybe it was out of sheer horniness, I agreed to let Chris come to the house when my husband was at the office. We began meeting at my home once a week. They were always quick midday visits that would satisfy both our needs.
I was very careful, of course. I arranged to work from home on Wednesdays, and it became routine that that was our day to meet. I also began routinely washing the bed sheets every Wednesday right after he left. I was very careful not to leave any stains or evidence.
He would park his car around the corner and walk to the house. We live on a quiet street, so there are no nosey neighbours as far as I can tell.
I always tried to keep things exciting for Chris. One day, he came to the house, and I answered the door wearing sexy lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and stiletto heels. I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was thrilled.
After a brief kiss and grope in the front foyer, I led him upstairs into the bedroom. I began to slowly seduce him by removing his clothing. I sat on the edge of the bed and slowly undid his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor. His jockeys were bulging, and I pulled him close to nibble on his trapped cock through the fabric.
Chris reached down and slid my lingerie off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. In return, I pulled his jockeys down, finally releasing his fully erect cock.
He quickly kicked off his trousers and underwear and removed his shirt. He was standing in front of me, naked and stiff. He reached for my breasts and began to gently caress them, slowly stimulating my nipples. At the same time, I grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and began to lick its length all the way up to his bulging purple head. I saw a dribble of pre-cum and I licked it up, savouring the taste.
As I sat on the edge of the bed, I began sucking on Chris's cock. He had a nice looking cock... not too big, just the right size for me. He was always clean-shaven, which I did appreciate since I was also
As I was sucking him, he moved to lie on the bed and I continued to give him a nice oral experience.
That's when I faintly heard a car door slam shut. I momentarily froze and listened. I suppose I was highly paranoid about having a man in the house. I put it down to one of the neighbours getting in or out of their car, and after a few seconds of silence, I continued sucking on Chris's cock.
Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a key unlocking the front door. Holy shit!
I jumped up so fast. I was going to run to a room at the front of the house to see if my husband's car was in the driveway, but it was too late. The front door opened and I heard him step into the house.
I was frantic... What the fuck is he doing here? I looked at Chris as he jumped off the bed. He was naked and had a terrified look on his face, as I'm sure I did as well.
