Well That's Me In My Place And My Own Fault

I’ve gone off theme of late with my stories so let’s return to Sara and me. We are now in the mid-eighties and decided to head south to be closer to family and the work opportunities that would bring. Things settled down and early in the 90s our family was complete with the addition of a third child. Moving on and towards the end of the millennium Sara one day says to me we need to talk. Fair enough what’s on your mind? At that she went quiet and a bit tearful. Ok what’s up I thought to myself. After a few moments she composed herself and told me that she had an affair back in the eighties. To say I was dumbfounded and shocked was an understatement. Tough to take I must admit as Sara was quite definitely the last person I could have imagined having an affair. I then blurted out ok then who was it? She said guess, and by that time I was not the mood for guessing and quickly she blurted out the name Iain, our old neighbour from years back. Right, I was very quickly putting 2&2 together and thinking back, and  could see now how this had come about. I was naturally dismayed, yet due to the passage of time, turned on by the fact that my wife, of whom I believed butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, had been getting her jollies elsewhere. Divorce/separation wasn’t an option, however I realised that the situation could provide me a significant array of masturbation material if I were to play this right.

I let the dust settle and after a few days I went to Sara and said if we are to get through this I need to know all the details of what happened in your relationship with Iain. I told her it was not going to be easy as I would be asking some very personal questions, and I was looking for straight answers. I knew I would only get one shot at this going forward, as I didn't want to be constantly raking over the coals with her.

I will lay down as best I can from my recollections of the time what she relayed to me then and bring them out in future stories for all our masturbation pleasures. Q. First up when was the first time A. You were away working and stayed overnight. During the day Iain had come through for a coffee and had flirted with me. Q. In what way? A. He referred to my underwear that he had seen on the clothesline and asked if I was wearing any now, which I wasn’t. He followed it up with a cheeky why don’t you put some of it on? I thought well what’s the harm and went through to the bedroom and looked it out. Q. Doing that you must have known that it could lead to something. A. I suppose, and by then, in my heart of hearts I was hoping it would. Q. So when you went back to the lounge what were you wearing? A. My low-cut black bra and French knickers, suspender belt and seamed black stockings. Q What was his reaction? A. Well he was clearly aroused. Q. Did you kiss? A. Yes and things developed quite fast after that as he stripped down to his underwear. OK I said you take things from here and tell me in your own words what unfolded>> We kissed and I removed his pants, as I wanted to now pleasure his cock with my hands. He quickly removed my bra and seemed to revel in my breasts, I suppose as they were much bigger than his own wife's. Quickly we were lying on the lounge floor. I knew I wanted him, especially having now seen his ridged manhood up close and ready for action. He laid me on my back and worked his way down to my pussy and started to eat me through my knickers, before eventually pulling them to one side and inserting his tongue. When finished, he came up onto his knees and I was thinking he was wanting me to suck his cock. I called that one wrong in that he reached forward, pulled my knickers to one side and with his cock in his right hand pushed deep into me to the hilt. Q. How long did you have sex?  A. Half an hour or so of quite intense fucking, which ended with me astride his massive cock. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have done this as my tits bouncing up and down right before his eyes and the feel of my stockings on his legs, put him over the edge. Before I knew it his hips arched up and he fired copious amounts of cum deep into me, which when I lifted myself up off his cock I could feel running down my legs and see staining my black stocking tops. To be honest I was disappointed I hadn’t cum myself, however I didn’t have to wait long as he rubbed me off through my cum soaked knickers, whilst sucking on my nipples.

As for me I have a great mental picture of that day, now some 40 plus years back. I still regularly masturbate to the vision of my wife enjoying the delights of another man’s cock. Things that surprised me were there were no lights out, under the cover fumblings, she appeared to have lost all inhibitions and gone for it.

I hope to bring out more revelations going forward on our talk that day and think of better way of presenting. Keep the juices flowing and enjoy life.