Broken Marriage 1

I'm 43 years old, successful, good looking, but carrying a few extra pounds. I've been married for 11 years. I have two beautiful kids.

Until recently I would of always said our marriage was happy, but after a recent argument thinks have changed. We said we forgave each other, we are cordial with each other and act like everything is great in front of people, but something in our marriage seems off broken.

The sensible option and the one most people would probably choose would be to suggest to my wife we go for couples therapy.

However not me. I've always had fantasies about cheating on my wife but never acted on them. Now I want to, I don't know how.

I do know that my thoughts of infidelity have increased lately. So the question I ask is... What should I do?

My wife and kids are leaving for a two-week vacation, visiting with her folks.

Thank fuck for that! I'll miss the kids, but not having to pretend even for just two weeks will be such a change.

I'll have the whole damn house to myself, and more importantly, 14 long-ass days to try and make my fantasy of cheating on my wife a reality.

But fuck, am I really gonna go through with this shit? Am I really going to betray the woman who's put up with my sorry ass for all these years? Ah, who am I kidding? Let the games begin.

While I haven't made up my mind if I should do it with a stranger or someone I know, I have narrowed down the list of people I would like to fuck. First on the list is Emma, my first girlfriend from when we were young. It's been over 30 years since we last saw each other, but there has always been a connection between us. She's divorced now and lives alone. I'm sure she'd be up for some fun, plus she had a damn good body back in the day.

The second option is Bex, another ex of mine from our mid-twenties. She was bisexual and adventurous in bed with a body to die for. Her hourglass figure and perfect breasts still haunt my fantasies. We broke up when she got engaged, but we still met up occasionally for some mind-blowing sex. To this day, it remains the best sex I've ever had.

Now, the third option is something entirely different. It's someone new that I haven't had sex with before, in fact I hardly know them - the receptionist at work. She's in her twenties and quite a bit younger than me, but damn does she have an ass to die for and those small perky tits drive me wild. The tattoos peeking out from under her clothes hint at hidden desires waiting to be explored. Our conversations are flirty, but who knows if she's just like that with everyone? Yet there's something about her that makes me want her more than anyone else.

So those are my choices: Emma, Bex, or the receptionist at work. To be honest I'd be lucky if any of them agree and I'd be total insane to thinking I could cheating on my wife with more than one of them. But oh how glorious that would be.

Or maybe to keep things safer, I should just go for a stranger using one of those goddamn apps? Who should I choose?

I grabbed a glass and a bottle of whisky for some Dutch Courage. After several large glasses of courage I thought 'Fuck it'.

Why not go for broke? I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen, contemplating whether to send a text or two that would change everything. I didn't have the balls to call anyone. My heart raced with anticipation as I weighed the consequences of my actions.

I had decided that it would be either Emma or Bex. They were both familiar enough to me, but distant enough from my current life to make this rendezvous feel more like an illicit affair than a casual fling. With trembling fingers, I typed a message to Emma

"Hey beautiful, hope you've been well. Been reminiscing about old times lately. especially that night at my brother's wedding 😉" God that night at my brothers wedding was amazing. Thinking about it now all these years later made me horny.

My palms were slick with sweat as I hit the send button

I drank some more whisky. Probably a mistake. In my now drunk and horny state, i figured in for a penny in for a pound and send Becky a message too.

Only it wasn't a message per say, it was more of a picture. To be frank it was a dick pic entitled. "I've shown you mine, now you show me yours" "

There was no turning back now. The ball was in their court, and all I could do was wait anxiously for their responses.

As the minutes turned into what felt like hours, doubt crept into my mind like a venomous snake slithering through tall grass. What if they didn't respond? What if they laughed at me or worse, told everyone about my desperate attempts at infidelity? What would Becky do with the dick pic

To calm my nerves (and perhaps silence the self-doubt), I poured myself another large whiskey and took a long sip. Liquid courage flowed through my veins as I imagined all the naughty possibilities that awaited me if one of them agreed.

The minutes turned into hours, and still no response came, doubt began to gnaw at me like a persistent mosquito buzzing in my ear. What if they had seen my messages and were laughing their asses off? Or worse, what if they thought I was some pathetic loser trying to relive his glory days? The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous and desperate I felt.

Drunk, horny and tired I went up stairs to sleep.

I tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to find any relief from the raging hard-on that plagued me. My mind kept replaying the messages over and over again, analysing every I sent.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I decided to take matters into my own hands - quite literally. With a frustrated grunt, I reached down between my legs and slowly wrapped my hand around my thick cock. As I started stroking myself with long, deliberate strokes, images of Emma and Bex flashed through my mind.

As I drunkenly wanked myself off, by mind jump back and forth between memories of Emma and Becky.

The memory of the night before my brother's wedding with Emma resurfaced vividly.

We had been helping out with all the wedding preparations - setting up decorations, arranging flowers - you know, all that tedious shit. And after finishing up with the rehearsal dinner, every one retired to their hotel rooms or near by houses. The vicar a family friend of the bride had kindly offered us a room in his house, so that is how found ourselves alone in the spare bedroom at the vicar's.

We gave each other space to get changed for bed in private. There was an electric tension hanging in the air between us - an unspoken desire that seemed impossible to ignore. As I showered quickly and climbed into bed wearing nothing but boxers, Emma showered and then emerged wearing only knickers and a thin nightdress.

Normally when we shared a bed like this before nothing ever happened; it was purely platonic. But tonight felt different somehow.

The air crackled with an undeniable tension, and I could sense that Emma was feeling it too. As we lay side by side, our bodies barely touching, I couldn't help but steal glances at her luscious lips and the way her nightdress clung to her curves.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should make a move or let this opportunity slip away like all the others before. But fuck it, I thought to myself. It's now or never.

Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I turned towards Emma and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. To my surprise, she mirrored my actions simultaneously, resulting in our lips meeting in a soft collision of desire.

The kiss started innocently enough, but as our tongues danced together in a passionate tango, all pretence of innocence faded away. Emma straddled me with urgency as if she had been waiting for this moment just as eagerly as I had.

My cock throbbed against the fabric of my boxers, desperate for release from its confines. And judging by the heat between Emma's legs and the way she ground herself against me, she was just as ready to give in to her carnal desires.

Without hesitation, Emma reached into my boxers and freed my pulsating member. In one swift motion, she pulled aside her knickers and impaled herself on my throbbing cock. The sensation was mind-blowing - the heat, the wetness and tightness of her pussy engulfed me completely.

For a brief moment that felt like an eternity, we stayed still - savouring the connection between us. Then slowly but surely, Emma began to ride me in the cowgirl position. Her movements were deliberate yet sensual as she took control of our forbidden encounter.

I couldn't help but groan in pleasure as Emma's hips swayed and her body undulated above me. I lifted up her nightdress, revealing her beautiful heavy breasts that bounced and swayed in rhythm with our movements. Without hesitation, I latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it into my mouth while my hands messaged and squeezed her other breast. Her moans escaped from between clenched teeth as she tried - and failed - to stifle the sounds of pleasure.

Her pussy was a divine tightness that enveloped my cock, teasing and tormenting me with each slow descent and ascent along its length. The sensation was mind-blowing, a perfect blend of heat, wetness, and friction that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through every nerve ending in my body.

Emma's pace quickened, becoming more urgent as we both neared the edge of release. Her moans grew louder despite her attempts to keep them suppressed, adding an extra layer of taboo excitement to our illicit rendezvous. The sound fuelled my desire even further, pushing me closer to the brink.

With each thrust upward into her waiting heat, I could feel the tension building within me like a coiled spring ready to unleash its force.

This fucking felt more than just that, it's cringe to say but it was lovemaking. We remembered times before, times we had come close to having sex but never did, the passion and desire that had always simmered between us. But this time, it was different. It was unplanned, spontaneous - a forbidden tryst that neither of us could resist.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with thoughts of consequences and potential regrets, after all, I wasn't wearing a condom. But as I looked into Emma's eyes, the heat of our connection washing over me like a tidal wave, those worries seemed insignificant.

Emma didn't seem to mind either. In fact, she welcomed the rawness of our encounter - the risk of something unexpected happening between us. And frankly, at this point in my life, if I did get her pregnant. well fuck it, I would've loved it.

Her moans grew louder and her pace quickened as we both neared the edge of release. The urgency in her movements matched mine perfectly - two bodies intertwined in a dance fuelled by lust and longing.

"I'm about to cum," I managed to gasp out between heavy breaths. Giving her warning so she could control what happened.

She didn't respond with words; instead, she captured my lips in a passionate kiss. It was an unspoken agreement - an acknowledgment that we were both willing participants in this reckless act.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Gripping her ass tightly with one hand for support and balance, I let go completely as my climax took hold of me. With each thrust deep into her wetness, I spilled my seed inside her - filling her up as much as I possibly could.

As waves of pleasure washed over me like a tsunami crashing against the shore, Emma slowed her pace until finally coming to a stop. My cock remained buried deep within her warmth as we shifted positions to spooning - me being the big spoon and she being the little one. We fell a sleep in that position, my cock still in side her.

The memory of Becky was altogether different.

Becky was a different kind of lover. Our relationship had always been more physical than emotional, a primal affair fuelled by lust and desire. It was during a time when we had broken up but still remained friends, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.

I shifted slightly in bed, stroking the hardness between my legs as I switched gears from thoughts of Emma to memories of Becky.

It was an afternoon at the local pub's beer garden that stood out in my mind - a day filled with laughter, catching up, and plenty of alcohol.

As evening fell and the cold night air nipped at our skin, we stumbled back to my flat. The slight buzz from our drinks added an extra layer of excitement as we entered my room - a space that held all the remnants of single life.

The TV flickered in the background as we snuggled up on my bed, bodies pressed together in anticipation. There was no need for words or hesitation; it felt like second nature for us to fall into each other's arms.

My hand found its way down her pants without hesitation, fingers sliding smoothly inside her wetness. She reciprocated eagerly by gripping onto my hard cock and slowly stroking it with deliberate movements.

A surge of arousal coursed through me as I recalled how Bex then moved herself into position above me - her warmth descending upon my face in the 69 position that drove us both wild with desire. We were masters at pleasuring each other's bodies; it was like an intricate dance where every touch brought us closer to ecstasy.

I loved this position with her, she was an expert cock sucker and had one of the sexiest and tastiest pussies I've ever encountered. The way she could take my entire length down her throat without gagging was mind-blowing. It felt like she was determined to swallow me whole, her throat convulsing around the engorged head of my penis, providing a sensation that was out of this world.

As Becky buried her face in my trimmed pubes, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth, I couldn't help but gasp in pleasure. The cool air of the room hitting the sensitive skin as she swiftly withdrew from deepthroating me only added to the stimulation. She sucked on just the tip like it was a lollipop - teasing and tantalizing with every flick of her tongue.

But while I was receiving the best blowjob of my life, I wasn't about to leave Becky unsatisfied either. I reciprocated eagerly, loving every moment of eating her pussy. It had the sweetest taste out of any pussy I've ever had the pleasure of sampling. With Becky's knickers pulled to the side, she was already slick with a combination of her own juices and my saliva.

Switching between licking and sucking on her clit and exploring deep inside her pussy with my tongue, I delved as deep as possible into her wetness. My face pressed against her as if trying to become one with her essence. With each flicker and swirl over that sensitive bundle of nerves, I could feel Becky's vagina tense and relax in response - a clear sign that she was inching closer towards climax.

Her legs tightened around my head, squeezing me as she rode the waves of pleasure. I could feel her muscles contract around my tongue, pulsating with each orgasmic spasm. Her juices flowed freely, drenching my face and running down my chin.

I lapped up every drop of her delicious cum, savouring the taste as it coated my tongue. The tangy sweetness mixed with her arousal drove me wild with desire. I swallowed greedily, wanting to consume every ounce of her essence.

But I wasn't done yet. I continued to suck on her pussy, hungry for more of her intoxicating flavour. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips against my face in a desperate plea for release. And release she did - harder than before.

Her body tensed up as another intense orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Her juices gushed out uncontrollably, flooding my mouth and covering me in a sticky mess that only ignited my desire further.

I drank up as much as I could, relishing in the taste and texture of her wetness. It was pure ecstasy to be able to please Becky in this way - to bring her so much pleasure that she couldn't help but lose control.

But I wanted more; I wanted to explore every inch of Becky's body and push both our limits even further. With one hand still gripping onto her ass cheek for support, I pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy without hesitation.

She was tight but wet enough for me to slide them in easily - the perfect combination that made fucking Becky an absolute delight. As soon as they were buried deep inside her warmth, I curled them upwards and found what I was looking for -her sweet spot: the elusive G-spot.

It was like hitting the jackpot, a secret treasure buried deep within her cunt. I rubbed it with determination, feeling her walls clench around my fingers in response. She moaned louder, a symphony of pleasure escaping her lips as I continued to work that magical spot.

My mind raced with thoughts of what else I could do to push both our boundaries even further. A devilish idea formed in my head - slipping a finger into her tight little asshole. But fuck, would she be down for it? Unsure how she would take it, I hesitated for a moment.

But then I remembered the intensity we shared just moments ago. The raw passion and desire that controlled our every move. This was no time for hesitation or second-guessing; this was about exploring each other's bodies and pushing the limits of pleasure.

With a wicked grin on my face, I slid a finger into her ass without warning. Her body tensed up momentarily, but before she could protest or tell me to stop, another wave of pleasure washed over her like a tsunami crashing against the shore.

She moaned louder than ever before as I worked both holes simultaneously - my fingers pumping in and out of her pussy while teasingly circling inside her tight asshole. The sensations were overwhelming - pure ecstasy mingling with a hint of pain - driving us both wild with desire.

Becky's mouth left my cock at this point which was a good thing because fuck, I didn't want this mind-blowing experience to end so soon. As much as I enjoyed getting sucked off by Becky's talented mouth, there were other pleasures waiting to be explored.

Her body convulsed once again as an intense orgasm ripped through her core. Her juices gushed out uncontrollably, covering me once more in that sticky fucking mess that had become all too familiar tonight.

Weakly, Becky climbed off my face and lay beside me, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasms. But I was far from satisfied. With a mischievous grin, I pushed up her top to reveal her luscious 34C breasts. Fuck, they were perfect - firm, with pink nipples that begged for attention.

I couldn't resist taking them into my mouth, gently sucking on each nipple and squeezing her breasts in my hands. Her little moans of pleasure only pushed my need further. Goddamn, all I wanted was to straddle her chest and fuck those tits until I covered them in my cum. But for now, I resisted the temptation.

Instead, I started helping Becky undress herself. She pulled off her top without hesitation, fully exposing those beautiful breasts to me. One thing I loved about her was how she didn't always wear a bra - it added an extra layer of excitement knowing that at any moment those gorgeous tits could be revealed.

As I kissed and nibbled on her neck and bit gently on her earlobes, she lifted her hips in anticipation. With eager hands, I wiggled down her skirt and panties over her thighs and down to the floor. There she lay before me completely naked - absolutely fucking stunning.

It seemed only fair that I should be naked too. With a swift motion, I hopped off the bed and quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw off my shorts and pants with urgency. Then without missing a beat, I jumped back onto the bed eagerly.

My enthusiasm earned me a giggle from Bex as she spread her legs wide open for me - inviting me to position myself between them. My hard cock glistened with both her saliva and precum as it hovered inches away from entering that waiting pussy.