Chapter 1 – The Thrill
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First of all, let me make one thing clear – I do NOT approve of adultery and would never commit such an act against my husband. Adultery is a sin and an affront to your wedding vows, not to mention the insult to your spouse and the potential damage to your marriage, career and family. Of course, I’m speaking using my definition of adultery which may vary from what many people would say. Adultery is the act of cheating on your spouse which means having sex with another person without their knowledge and approval. So long as you and your spouse are in agreement, sex is just sex so why not enjoy it with others as well? It’s when you do it behind their back that it becomes a sin.
Thus while a man can commit adultery with me, that doesn’t mean I am committing adultery as my husband is fully aware of everything I do, or at least in general. It’s not like either of us keeps a scorecard or feels the need to report to the other every time we’re with someone else, but we also know that we are OK with it so long as it’s just sex.
I’ve always loved it when men pay attention to me. Seeing the lust in their eyes when they look at my boobs and ass, I feel so sexy and desirable knowing that they wish they could fuck me. It build my self-confidence and it’s a definite ego-booster to catch a guy staring at me when he thinks I don’t notice but even more so when he’s not supposed to – like a married man whose wife doesn’t approve of him looking up the skirt of another woman.
For the vast majority of married men, that’s as far as it goes – looking. Some will flirt a little which can be a little embarrassing for both of us when it gets to be ridiculous. But face it, 99.9% of men don’t cheat on their wives, at least not in a physically sexual manner. It’s not that they are all faithful and morally straight. Just look at how many married men were exposed in the Ashley Madison debacle! The reality is that most men don’t cheat because they’re afraid of getting caught.
This is where the thrill comes in for me. What does it take to make a husband desire me so badly that he finally puts aside his fears and take the irrevocable step to break his wedding vows? Even if I went directly to them, I doubt hardly any would accept an offer for sex and might even think I was just trying to entrap them.
The ultimate thrill then is after what can be even years of flirting and seduction that he finally takes me into his bed. When I feel his adulterous erection penetrate me it’s like I am taking his virginity again, taking something from him that he can never regain – his faithfulness to his wife. When he cums inside of me it’s such an incredibly emotional moment for us both as he literally is mating me without his wife’s consent.
My standard rule is I only fuck a married man once if he’s cheating on his wife. It’s sort of like the virginity analogy in that once it’s gone, what’s the point in doing it again? I have ZERO desire to be someone’s mistress. There’s just too much risk in that and the last thing I need is to get involved in someone’s divorce.
While I may not fuck him again, that doesn’t mean the thrills are over. In most cases these are men I know, often from church, so I see them every week or so afterwards, usually with their wife and family. I love the tingle I feel when he looks at me and I know he’s remembering how much he loved fucking me. It makes me feel so naughty to talk to his wife, who often may even be a friend of mine, and know that I had her husband and that now every time they have sex he is thinking about me instead of her.
Yet despite what the porn industry might lead you to believe, it’s not easy to find such men which makes it all the more special when I do. It would be easier if I was open to having sex with the serial cheaters but what’s the fun in that? The last thing I want is to be a notch on someone else’s belt!
Chapter 2 – The Hunt
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People are always asking me where I meet the people I have sex with. The assumption usually is bars, nightclubs, that sort of scene. Well, as a married 30-something with two kids, I really don’t hang around those place too often and when I do, it’s usually with my husband or friends so it’s not like I’m looking to hook up. I believe Groucho Marx said something like, “I would never belong to a club that would have me as a member.” Similarly, in most cases I would never want to have sex with a man I meet in a bar – married or single.
So if I’m going to find someone to have sex with, then it would make sense that I take advantage of the places I spend the most time at. Although I’m not teaching this year, in the past the number one place I spent time at would have been school but this wasn’t an option. First off, it was mainly populated by kids – not what I go hunting for. Second, the surest way to get fired was to have sex with another teacher.
After school, the next “place” I spend time with is my church. This canlı bahis doesn’t necessarily mean the building but more the organization. Through the week I attend services, meet with my bible study group, assist with the youth groups, meet with our couple’s group, and generally just assist with administrative or other chores that need to be done.
People seem surprised at first when I say that my church is my primary source of hookups. Usually this changes when I start to explain my reasoning and they find themselves agreeing with my logic.
First and foremost, although this is somewhat cynical, a lot of people who attend church are there for show or because they’re dragged there by their spouse or family. A husband whose wife pulls him to church isn’t paying attention to the sermon… he’s looking at women like me!
A lot of people attend church for their kids, be it out of a sense of duty or guilt, it doesn’t matter. Same thing… what does a father do when he’s hanging around waiting for his kids to do their thing?
Some couples attend church because of problems they are having in their marriage, as if attending church will fix things by some divine intervention. Usually this is driven by the wife who think if only her wandering husband would get right with God then he’d be the husband she wants him to be. He’s just going through the motions of course but it brings out all sorts of possibilities.
Finally, church is considered “safe”. I can talk to a husband at church without raising the same level of attention as I would if it was at a store or restaurant. After all, it’s church, right? How could there possibly be anything going on between us in the middle of church?
Over the years I’ve fucked a half dozen or so husbands. They all have pretty much fallen into the same categorization – mid-30’s or early 40’s, usually successful in business but with a marriage that has suffered for it or maybe just getting boring. It would seem it would be easy to find these guys and seduce them but it’s actually quite a challenge. I would guess at least 90% of the guys I think MIGHT be a possibility never respond in a positive way and of the remaining, most of them may talk a big game but they never go through with it.
So it was with Donald. I’d known him since high school actually as he was a friend of Steve’s. We never dated, let alone had sex, and other than an occasional hello I never really got to know him until a couple of years ago when he and his wife decided to join our church.
Donald’s wife, Lindsey, was one of those “power” wives who immediately jumped into the middle of everything. While Donald pretty much stayed in the background, she was the one to always offer a prayer request, the one to volunteer for the latest committee, to drive the kids to their activities. Every church needs these sort of people yet at the same time she could be a little annoying!
Steve hadn’t kept in touch with Donald after high school so they renewed their acquaintance. I remember when he first introduced me to him.
“Hey Kelly, come over here a minute,” he’d called over to me after the service one day. At the time we only had the one girl and I was holding her in my arms trying to keep her quiet.
“Kelly, this is Don, remember him from back in school?” Steve said, “Don, this is my wife Kelly and our daughter Mia.”
Donald turned to me and I couldn’t help but smile as I noticed he gave me the quick once-over. It was summer and I was wearing a short sundress with spaghetti straps and no bra and I knew my nipples were poking through nicely. The short hem didn’t come even half way down my thighs to my knees and with my having to adjust to hold onto Mia it tended to ride up even more.
“Oh wow, so you guys actually got married!” Donald exclaimed, patting my husband on the back, “That’s incredible.”
I smiled and answered, “Yes, I knew from our first date that I was going to marry him. Just goes to show God works miracles.”
“Well I have to say, you’re looking great Kelly. Seriously, you look like you could still fit into that little number you wore at the homecoming dance.”
Donald’s face quickly reddened and I looked at Steve to see if he had caught it. In any case, Donald tried to apologize.
“Oops, sorry there Steve… I think that was after you had moved to California.”
Steve was gracious though, as he always was when someone complimented me. “No problem, I’m pretty sure I know the one you’re talking about and yeah, it was something to remember!”
“I think every guy at the dance remembers,” Donald chuckled and then realized he had probably quit while he was ahead – if he even was at this point.
“So anyways, all married with children now I see,” Donald quickly changed the subject. “I’ve got two of my own although we started a little sooner than you guys it seems.”
Donald looked through the crowd and then pointed in the direction of a group of kids. “That’s Chris my son, the one tormenting his older bahis siteleri sister Taylor. He’s in 5th now and Taylor’s entering 6th.”
“Wow, I guess you guys did get quite a head start on us,” Steve laughed pointing at the baby in my arms.
“Let’s just say the wedding dress had to be a little big,” Donald said to Steve, winking. I was surprised he would be so flippant about it but then I could see where there was no sense in hiding it as sooner or later someone would start putting anniversary and birth day dates together.
I left the two of them to catch up on old times and no doubt, old flames. I’d met Lindsey briefly at a church dinner where we both were serving. Of course she had to take charge of everything which sort of drew the ire of a number of the older women who weren’t any too pleased at having this new girl tell them what to do. At the same time, the dinner went flawlessly and I had to admit that Lindsey had a lot to do with that. Afterwards I asked her if she would be interested in joining my bible study but with her schedule it didn’t work out so I asked if she and Donald would like to join our couples group. It consisted of married couples with kids still living at home so we barely qualified and had only joined a few months earlier ourselves. It was usually held at the church as the number of member had grown to where most people couldn’t host it at their home.
Lindsey and Donald became regular members of the group and as usual, Lindsey stepped right in and quickly dominated discussions. A few of the other women made some comments “thanking” me for inviting her which made me feel a little bad but then whenever something needed to be done, we always had someone ready to volunteer.
Personally I would’ve preferred a smaller group as often times it felt more like a service than a group meeting. My women’s bible study usually has four to five ladies showing up on any given day so it tends to be much more intimate and personal. Our couples meeting had anywhere from twenty to thirty people so intimacy was NOT part of the equation. On the other hand, it DID make it easier to socialize with the other people, especially the men, without drawing a lot of unneeded attention. This definitely worked to my advantage and in the past six months wince we’d joined I’d struck up a number of “acquaintances” with several of the husband. Nothing had come to fruition yet but at least the seeds were planted. Prior to this group we had belonged to a group for young married couples without kids which was similar in format. I’d managed to bag two of the husbands in the two years we belonged so hopefully I could do the same or better with this group!
One of the sessions dealt with marriage problems after the birth of a child. Afterwards during the refreshments I saw Donald grabbing a drink by himself so I decided to see what I could do to get something started.
“Hi Donald, haven’t had a chance to say hello since Steve introduced us,” I greeted him with my hand extended.
Donald shook my hand lightly, took a sip from his cup and smiled. “Well then shame on me for ignoring such a pretty woman.”
I smiled at the compliment. “So what did you think of tonight’s topic?”
Donald’s lips pursed as he seemed to try to come up with the right answer. “Well, honestly it’s been quite a while since we had to deal with this but looking back I can’t say we really had all the problems that were mentioned tonight. Of course it helped that I could afford a nanny to help out Lindsey with her schedule and all. How about you and Steve? Things still going well?”
“Oh yeah,” I answered immediately, “We’ve been so lucky with Mia. You know she slept the whole night through the third night home from the hospital? I woke up in the morning in a panic!”
Donald laughed. “Yeah, our first was sort of like that but just look out for the second one! Payback’s a bitch.”
Donald looked around furtively as if he was worried someone might have heard his last comment, Then he smiled at me saying, “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend any sensitive ears.”
“They’ll get over it,” I assured him, waving his comment away, “So 7th grade now, eh? You know I teach 8th grade so I have some idea what you’re facing these days. How’s the little princess doing?”
Donald’s eyes rolled. “Oh you got her pegged. Maybe we need a session on dealing with puberty!”
“Yeah, I imagine that can strain a marriage,” I said softly.
Donald took a couple of sips before answering. “You can say that again!” he finally huffed, more to his drink it seemed than to me.”
I suppose I could have pushed him for more on how his marriage was suffering but it seemed like we’d made enough progress for one evening. One thing I’d learned by now is that putting on too much pressure is the surest way to lose the fish off your line.
For the next few months that sort of set the tone for Donald and me. We never said much to each other any other time but after the group session we’d somehow bahis şirketleri always find ourselves at the refreshment table at the same time and exchange a few words. Gradually we would be a little more open and flirt just a little bit. Nothing serious, just more teasing than anything. I’d say it was more like his daughter would be doing with some boy in her sixth grade.
One night it was a little chilly and I had on a light sweater without a bra underneath with a pair of tight jeans that really hugged my butt. The sweater really wasn’t warm enough so my nipples were poking out like crazy. It didn’t help that the more excited they became, the better it felt when the material rubbed against them as I moved making them respond all the more!
“A little chilly tonight?” Donald asked me as I approached for our usual banter time.
“Yeah, they really need to turn up the heat, don’t you think?”
“Oh I don’t know, I’d say it’s about perfect right now,” he joked with a deliberate look at my boobs.
“Now Steve, behave yourself!” I joked, pretending to be embarrassed.
“Well, I always figure if a woman doesn’t want to be looked at then she would wear a bra,” he teased me.
“Well, if you weren’t staring at my boobs you wouldn’t know I wasn’t wearing one, would you?”
Donald just grinned over his drink as he checked out to see who might be listening. “Hey, don’t look at me. Every guy in the room was checking you out tonight – as if you didn’t notice.”
“Yeah but only one’s commented to me about my nipples,” I retorted.
“Are you complaining?” he said with a sly grin.
I checked out the crowd and saw we were pretty much obscured by the people standing around looking in other directions so I decided to try something.
“Maybe you’d like to do more than stare at them, eh Donald?” I practically whispered as I brushed my hand against my boob, rubbing my nipple for just a moment.
Poor Donald, I don’t think he was prepared yet for this as he reddened and set his drink down on the table.
“On THAT note I think someone might be looking for me,” he said hurriedly, looking over my shoulder to see if his wife was anywhere in sight.
“Meow!” I teased him, snapping my arm in a whip motion.
Donald just shook his head and walked away but I felt rather pleased with myself. That night I told Steve about my encounter.
“I don’t know Kelly, you may be playing with fire on this one,” Steve warned me, “That Lindsey is a tiger and if she ever thought for one second you were after her husband she’d tear your throat out! Besides, I don’t know how Don is these days but back in the day he wasn’t exactly a player.”
Steve paused and ran his fingers over my bare chest as I lay next to him in our bed. “Or is that it? You never bagged him in high school so now you’re going to make up for it?”
I grabbed my husband’s hard dick and moved my head down to give it a kiss. “Can’t a girl just want to get laid without some major philosophical hoopla?”
As I started to suck my husband’s cock, I knew one for sure… I was going to get laid that night!
Chapter 3 – The Seduction
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The first move is always the hardest but that doesn’t make the rest any easier. As I expected, the next time Donald and I had our little banter session it was all about the lesson that night and nothing with any sexual innuendoes. I say expected because most guys are like that. They get a little carried away and then feel guilty. If I had tried to push I would have only intensified those feelings and likely lost him off my line.
The following week though I came a bit more prepared. The weather was still chilly so I wore a pair of black leggings with a long sweater that came to my knees almost like a dress. It buttoned down in front but I left it unbuttoned with a white blouse underneath that was mostly hidden so long as I kept the sweater closed in front of me – which I was careful to do all night as the blouse was also quite sheer. Of course there was nothing underneath it so not only did my nipples pop through, but their dark outlines could be easily seen thought the sheer fabric. Not exactly the type of outfit for general consumption but exactly what I needed to follow up my early success with Donald.
“You look much warmer tonight,” he started off and I was pleased that he finished with a nod towards my boobs which were pretty much concealed under the heavy sweater.
“Actually a little TOO warm tonight,” I sighed, “I wanted so bad to take this off but then I don’t think your wife would have appreciated.”
With that I allowed the sweater to part and reveal my boobs with my nipples in full display behind the thin material.
“I think you made the right call there,” he said, almost choking on his drink which he had just started to swallow when I parted my sweater.
“I wore this just for you tonight Donald,” I said as I moved in a little closer to him.
Donald looked away but then he couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts. He kept glancing away thought to be sure nobody was looking, especially his wife but she was at the opposite end of the room fully engaged in some debate over who knows what.