I always thought I was not the kind of woman to have an affair, but there I was in the bed of a man who wasn’t my husband, craving the warmth of his naked body and the prospect of him entering me with his erect manhood. I was giddy at the prospect, and my excitement made me want him inside of me more than anything. My husband wasn’t a bad husband, not distant and abusive, but circumstance had brought me to this man I desire and I couldn’t resist the urges I felt, the desire to have him push into me and come inside me with all of the animal lust I had ever felt.

When his erection touched me between the legs I opened my thighs for him willingly and pushed my hips against his. “Fuck me,” I whispered in his ear, although I had never said those words before that moment in my life. As he slipped into me I caught my breath and closed my eyes, opened my legs, and pushed against his body.

He fucked me all right, with an enthusiasm and excitement I had never felt before. We kissed, and hugged, and pulled our bodies together, and I savored the feel of him deep in me as I thrust against his hips.

We’d met at school, where I work, and at first I thought he was arrogant and overconfident, but he was also witty and clever and fun, and before long I returned furtive looks between us. I craved his attention. When he looked at me it was with desire in his eyes and I felt giddy and like a school girl, wanting him to touch me, hold me, even longed for his kiss.

The first time he kissed me it was in the book room between our classes and afterwards we just stood holding one another, then he brushed his hand down my back and placed it on my bottom and I shivered and pushed myself against him, trying to let him know I was available, that I wanted him inside of me. He pulled me against him and I could feel his excitement against my stomach. I reached down and touched him and felt the stiffness in his pants.

“Not now,” I said. “Maybe later.” Then I hesitated and said. “Later for sure.” He nodded and we moved apart. Two days later he came to the house and I was in my robe. I wanted him to open the robe and caress my nakedness, but we just chatted and filled the time with flirting and casual bantering. After maybe thirty minutes and could stand it no longer and I opened my robe and he put his hands inside on my hips and pulled me to him. We kissed and I let him feel my nakedness, and I craved the feeling, wanted him to go further, led him to the bedroom and tossed off my robe.

He looked at me for a while, savoring the sight of my being nude before him, then he lowered me to the bed and removed his pants. I took hold of his erection and guided it between my legs, opening my knees and forcing my hips against his hardness. He slipped into me and I thought nothing about my husband or why I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing, but I simply wanted him inside of me. We kissed as he slid between my labia and I took in a man who wasn’t my husband.

I didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitated even one second, and never thought for a minute about the woman I had always thought I was. We had Sex each day for the next two weeks and I couldn’t get enough of his attention, his hardness, his affection, his warmth against my skin. Each day I thought of nothing but being with him, and when I was there was no hesitation, we just went right to what we were both after without a moments delay. It was carnal and it was sweet and it was unavoidable, wild, and fulfilling.

I craved it every day and made sure I had it, taking chances I never would have let myself take had I not be so driven. I let my needs dictate what I did and where I went, and I made sure to be with him as much as possible, for as long as possible, and without regret.

Years have gone by and I think back to those days fondly, although it hasn’t happened again since. I thought I wasn’t the kind of woman to have an affair, but all that proved me wrong. I did and I loved doing it, loved the Sex, and relished the excitement and passion of it. I’ve been fucked in the classroom, a storeroom, on the grass at night in an empty football stadium, and in many backseats of many cars around the state. I am a woman who loves Sex, loves the feel of a hard one between my lips, and I die for the sensation of a hard penis between my Pussy lips. My husband is not aware of my need for strange cock in my Pussy, and at this point of my life I don’t intend to let him know or stop my activities with other men.

I am the type to have affairs, I know that now, and I will seek out lovers to satisfy my cravings, to fill my Pussy and offer their hard cocks to my mouth.