There is never a good time or easy way to tell your partner you have cheated on them. I mean, where would I even start to explain that? Oh honey, by the way, your wife is a cheating whore, a complete slut for another man. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that won't go down too well. The thing was, it's true. I could give Roger all the usual excuses under the sun. Like I was weak and vulnerable, in a bad place, you weren't giving me the attention I needed, you had no desire for me, or you were always too busy. But no, none of that was true. They are just excuses, certainly not a reason to do what I had done.
The truth was I was a horrible wife. A terrible person, nothing but a wanton slut for a big cock. But, oh God, that cock, just the thought of it makes my pussy leak, soaking my panties. The shape of it, it's taste. I love that my petite hand doesn't even wrap around it. And the way it smells the pure masculinity of such a powerful, hard cock when I run my tongue along its girthy length.
I will never forget the first time I saw it. Steve, my personal trainer, had pulled his gym shorts off in the changing rooms all those months ago, and the way it hung so heavy and so fucking thick between his muscular thighs. I had never seen anything like it, and as he walked to the shower cubicle, the way it swung back and forth. I was bewitched. I needed to see it up close and personal, touch it, hold it, and feel its weight. I was Like a dog in heat as I moved toward the sound of running water from the gym shower.
Steve had his back to me, soaping up his hair. I remember, as clear as day, there was no thought of my husband or anyone for that matter. All that mattered was the need to explore that beautiful, big cock. I pulled my sports top over my head. My firm C-cup tits bounced free and jiggled as the top released them. I threw it to the floor and quickly pulled off my Lora Jane gym pants and g-string. I stepped out of them and moved toward my target.
I stood as close as I could to Steve's ripped body without touching it.
"Don't be alarmed. It's just me, Kerry. Here, let me help you with that."
He never spoke, but a broad smile spread across his face as he turned. He towered over me at five feet two inches, and his broad, muscular body eclipsed my tiny frame. I slowly sank to my knees until my prize was at eye level, fuck, it was a thing of pure beauty, from the perfectly mushroom-shaped head to the blood-engorged veins that ran its length.
With two hands wrapped around it, I held it, gauging its weight before leaning forward and running my tongue along the underside. As my tongue reached the tip, I rolled it up and over the head before opening my mouth wide and slipping it inside, flicking my tongue across the piss hole. My lips closed around the head, and I pushed forward, taking a few inches down my throat. Pulling back, I ran my tongue along the length of his God-like man meat until my tongue and mouth were sucking and licking his balls and ball sack.
I took one of his large egg-sized balls in my mouth and sucked on it like a kid with a gobstopper. As I licked and sucked his nut, I felt his cock grow even larger as it draped across my forehead. Again, I licked my way back up his incredible and increasingly growing cock, wrapping my lips back around the head and feeding it down my throat until I gagged. It was then that Steve placed his hand on my head, entwining his fingers through my now wet, dirty blonde hair.
Looking up into his blue eyes, completely lost in the moment of being a whore for another man, he pushed me forward, forcing his now gloriously hard cock down my throat. He pulled me forward until I gagged, but he just held me there until I pushed myself away. I barely got a breath before he pulled me back onto his cock, once again choking me on his thick man meat.
It may have been me that gave myself to him, but it was Steve that took control as he pulled my hair while face-fucking me like some cheap street whore. And I couldn't have been happier as he used my mouth like a fleshlight. Throat fucking me for his pleasure, not mine. The bathroom was filled with the sound of running water and the gagging sounds of my throat as his massive cock hit the back of it.
Steve pulled me to my feet, grabbed me by my throat, squeezing it just enough to let me know I was his slut now, and He could do with as he pleased. His eyes were crazed with lust as he looked at me before he forced his tongue into my mouth. We kissed hard and fast as he reached down with his other hand and hooked two fingers in my dripping cunt, and finger fucked me.
He pulled back and sneered at me, "I just knew you would be a little filthy married slut. I have seen how you look at me when working out. You're just another bored little housewife looking for a real man to fuck you for a change instead of your limp-dick husband."
"Yes! Oh God, yes! I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me your whore. You can use me however you want. I just need that beautiful cock to stretch my tight little cunt. I need to be fucked by a real man, the way my husband never could," I whimpered as I lost all sense of morality. His fingers brought me to the edge of orgasm.