I'm a divorced mature woman who feels the need to confess my past. My name is Mary Anne, and when this story occurred, back in the mid 70's, I was a 21 year old, newly wed. Long wavy brunette hair, blue eyes, nice 34d tits, a nice full ass and a full thick bush. Back then shaving your pussy just wasn't as popular as it is now. I was raised in a strict catholic family so my sexual experiences were minimal until I married and moved away. When I was 30, my husband left me for some blonde bimbo. What he never knew was that just about the whole time we were married, I was fucking other guys. I didn't start out like that but after the encounter I'm about to tell you about, I was hooked on forbidden cheating sex.
I worked for a publishing company, in the shipping department. We filled back orders and new subscriptions in the basement of an old mill building that was converted to warehouse space. We were asked to work on Saturdays fairly often and usually 4 or 5 people would work. Well on this Saturday only 2 of us made it in, myself and a guy named Val. He was an older man, in his early 40's, married. He fancied himself a ladies man and flirted with all the attractive women in the building, He wasn't what I would call my type, he was tall, thin, dark complexion, with salt and pepper hair and a goatee.
The first hour or so was normal, small talk as we worked, then Val asked me how I felt about a one of the couples in our group of friends unusual relationship. They had moved to the area a few months earlier and had made it very clear that they had an semi-open marriage, by that I mean, she slept with who ever she wanted and he was good with it.
I told him I guess it was okay if both were fine with it but I didn't think it would work out in the long run. Then it got personal, he asked how many men I had been with, I told him that it wasn't any of his business, but he persisted and I finally told him that my husband was the only guy who ever fucked me, but I had given a few hand jobs, and a blow job or two before I was married. So he started pressing the issue "it'll be sad if you only experienced one man your whole life. Never feel the touch or different technique of other men".
As I thought about it I realized that I was starting to feel a bit horny, I could feel my pussy getting wet and nipples getting hard. Val picked up on it right away because he had walked around behind me and whispered in my ear "I can tell you're interested, your nipples are hard and your eyes have a glassy look to them". Then he lightly caressed my neck. I felt his hands on my hips and he pressed his crotch against my ass. I heard myself tell him to stop, I was married and didn't cheat but I didn't even sound convincing to myself. He began to plant light kisses on my neck and ears, and his hands slid around over my stomach and found my breasts. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples through the material of my shirt and bra.
