Hello dear reader. I am back again to tell you more of my tales.
At the start I thought of telling my story as a kind of confession. Its not a confession anymore. I have come to enjoy revealing my sexual adventures to you all. It is a positive thing for me. I feel good knowing I have some happy readers. Nowadays I am much more confident to admit up-front what I do and what I enjoy. At least, I can admit to it while keeping my identity a secret. And this time I have something new to write about.
As I have explained before, I am an unfaithful woman, a "cheater". Maybe I could also be called a "MILF".
I used to become racked with fear that I'd be caught. Yet, my desires and my need for illicit sex wouldn't allow me to stop. With my (almost) secret lifestyle I have been discovering all kinds of sexual pleasures. I am so much more confident and uninhibited these days when it comes to sex. It's been a revelation for me to discover how good it feels to be "slutty" when I'm with an illicit lover - or even with my husband.
Some of you enjoy reading about that. Some of you are easily offended by a woman like me - but I do not care. I enjoy being who and what I am. I really feel like I "have it all".
Some wonderful things have happened to me recently. Although, on the down side, I finally left young Rob behind me. Yes, I managed to end my affair with my university student lover and his wonderful young body. Oh, and that huge penis of his! I found it really difficult to do, but I stopped responding to his text messages and eventually he stopped asking me for sex. At first I was really worried about how Rob might react. Then again, I knew he would be frightened of his father finding out what he had been up to. His attempts to "blackmail" me into having sex with him would have been his own undoing. So I decided there was little risk involved.
I also ended things with Doug some time ago. I wrote last time about how I met Doug and about the wonderful sex we shared. It was a little tough to end the affair with him. I enjoyed the attention he gave me and his big appetite for sex. With Michael and Rob I had the delicious physical challenge of being taken by their huge members. With Doug I found a skilled and considerate lover who spoiled me with many long, wonderful sessions of sex.
Part of the reason I ended my flings with Rob and then Doug was for reasons of safety or discretion. Despite living my new life to the full, I still fear being discovered. So I have decided it is best to avoid a set routine or to be seeing the same man all the time. The other important consideration is that I need to avoid other men forming an emotional attachment to me. Those are not the only reasons, however.
The thing is, I have a nice man at home with a nice penis. He makes love to me on a fairly frequent basis and my home life is a happy one. So I have access to regular sex and lots of love. I have changed in the last year or so and that's no longer enough for me.
I don't know why I am this way, but I am a woman with certain needs. I experienced a terrible weakness with Michael and yet what I got from him was so liberating and fulfilling. It sounds silly but I felt like a woman again. So the truth, the real truth about me, is that after all these years I will no longer be satisfied with having just one man to have sex with me. Not even one lover "on the side" can satisfy my urges.
What I need is need men, multiple men. There - I said it. I am really excited to have discovered that I can try so many different men. I need variety, something new. You might say that I need to add to the notches on my belt. That is how a man would explain it.
I guess it is called "playing the field". I am not looking for the perfect partner. What I want is the excitement of the "new" and the feeling of taking a fresh lover who is excited by me and who promises me new adventures.
I know some would call me a "slut". I don't mind if that's how you see me. I am comfortable knowing that I am no longer the woman I once thought I was - a simple "wife and mother".
When I say "variety", however, there's one thing I don't want to change. You see, I already have a nice man to make love to me. When I am with a "lover" I want more. What I dream of, what I go looking for, are men who are strong and big, fit and muscled. I relish the physical power of a man like that and its a thrill when I am having sex with him to feel that he can overwhelm me whenever he wants.
There is one other thing I demand. Before I will take him as my "man on the side" he must have a big penis. He must be "well hung" and I mean for real. Its how I started on this journey when I first had sex with Michael. I learned that I enjoy a larger penis, one that really fills me up. His boy, Rob, was even bigger and I found myself dedicated to finding big penises to enjoy. Now when I go looking for another lover I want a man with a penis to match his powerful body. I want him to be able to fill me completely and then to leave me feeling him even after he has gone.
This does make it harder to find a suitable man. And, of course, with my requirements, I cannot rely on meeting men by accident. For that reason, months ago, after much thought and worry, I finally did try out a couple of websites for people like me - women looking for sex with new people. It wasn't easy at first and I did have a few mis-steps. The first man I met was a disaster. I found out very quickly that he was a liar.
The second man was much better. Unfortunately he did mislead me with respect to one vital detail. Luckily I realised his penis was too small for me before we actually had sex.
Since then I have insisted on proof of size before I'll even swap emails with a new man. Getting proof is not hard. What's hard is sometimes finding someone who will be man enough to actually go through with his promises.
I found all that with Tom. I first met him about four months ago. He is married, too, which gave me an extra thrill. I will admit that I liked the idea of us both engaging in a taboo. Tom works out a lot and has a lovely athletic body. Above all, he has a really big penis. Almost as big as Rob's. I am a lucky girl.
The first time Tom and I were together was an evening when I supposedly had a "meeting in town". When he took me in his arms I instantly felt myself getting hot. The feeling of his powerful muscles wrapped around me almost had me shaking in anticipation. Quickly I removed his shirt and felt his skin against mine and ran my fingers across his lovely body.