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From Cheating To Hotwife
Hi, my name is Laura, 32 years old, Asian. People around me describe me as shy, quiet, and funny, but I can be talkative at times too. I am kind of an introvert, comfortable only with the few people around me. I am married to my foreign husband, who is Italian. I was 22, and he was 24 when we got married. We have been together for 10 years. We met in Italy when I was relocated for work. I work as a UI/UX Designer in an IT company, while he works as a consultant in another IT company. We are in the same field of work. If anyone asks how we met, I was introduced to him by one of our common friends. We fell in love pretty quickly. I think I was attracted to him more than he was to me. I was attracted to his big brown eyes, pointy nose, tiny lips, and long brown hair. My husband and I don’t have children. We both wanted children, but we put the plan on hold as we’re busy with our careers.
During our marriage, we managed to buy an apartment of our own, a car, and made a few investments. Life is great, I could say. I love my husband. I don’t want to hurt him in any way, so I never give him a reason to be jealous. I go to work and then home after. He knows who I’m with and where I am, especially when I’m out with my girlfriends. I can say I am pretty much loyal to him and our marriage.
At the beginning of our marriage, sex with him was excellent. He fulfilled my sexual needs. He fulfilled anything I asked for. He never left me hanging. I was pretty contented. There was really nothing I could ask for. We made love almost every day. We usually had sex before we went to bed, then I would wake up with him between my thighs. He loved to lick and touch me. I loved him so much more for the way he treated me sexually.
It was like that for some years, then our sex life deteriorated. We used to fuck almost every day, then once a week, then once a month, then months with no sex at all. I miss those times when he used to cuddle me in bed, but those days have been replaced with him constantly on his phone, lying on the other side of the bed, without me in his arms. He works from 9 to 5 every day, gets home tired from work at times, and wants to sleep through the night without doing anything sexual. I understand him at times, as I'm feeling the same due to our field of work. But there are nights when I expect him to give in to my sexual needs. I want to feel his touch, his tongue licking my crotch, fuck me as hard as he can, eat me alive, but he doesn’t cooperate at times. Fucking was one of our love languages, and the change scares me. He used to give me a back hug, a kiss, and even touch me in the kitchen while I was preparing dinner. I loved the way his delicate fingers touched my genitals, I couldn’t help but cum from it. Weekends were my absolute favorite before, as we had this thing called “steamy sessions” as we called it. Wet and naked, I would kneel on my knees in the shower, suck his dick, then we would dip ourselves in the bathtub as I rode and enjoyed his dick. Gosh, I miss those times, and I don’t know how to get it back. I can feel that my frustration is starting to build up, and I can’t help it. I tend to question myself at times: does he not find me attractive anymore? Or did I do something wrong? But we still live our lives every day as if everything is stable.
One day, my girlfriends invited me for dinner at a restaurant. I put on a black dress and wore my favorite heels. I did my hair, put on some make-up, and wore my expensive perfume. My girlfriends like to compete to see who looks better among us, lol. They suggested going to a pub to have some drinks. I immediately agreed, as I didn’t want to go home yet. We had fun as we went through the night. During that night, I went to order another set of vodka as our glasses ran empty, then a guy came, stood near me, and ordered himself a glass of martini. The guy is quite attractive, tall, masculine, and very well put together. He noticed me looking at him, and it put a smile on his face. I was shy, as I was caught off guard, lol. He decided to talk to me and introduced himself as Alex. He asked about my name, where I live, my age, or whether I lived nearby. I didn’t hesitate to answer his questions. We chatted at the counter table until our drinks were ready. He seemed to enjoy our talk. I sensed that he was interested in me. He asked me if I was alone, and I told him I was with the girls sitting at the corner table. I already had a drink, and so had he. Alex then asked me in a very flirty manner if I wanted to go to his apartment. I was choked. I didn’t know what to say. As I was looking at him, a tingling feeling rushed all over my body after hearing the words he said, and before I knew it, my lips already touched his. We kissed. He then grabbed my waist, touched my ass, and as we felt each other’s tongues, he reached my pussy and laughed as I was feeling very wet. At that time, I couldn’t help it anymore. I had to go on. I wanted to feel wanted. So, we got out of the pub. One of my friends called me on the phone, she was looking for me. I lied to her and said that my husband had come to pick me up. But the truth is, I was in the car with Alex going to his place. I texted my husband saying Mona insisted I should sleep at her place as I’m a bit drunk. I didn’t call, as I didn’t want Alex to know I was married. My husband agreed and texted me goodnight. As he was driving, his other hand kept reaching for my thighs, trying to touch me. I was feeling so hot. The excitement I was feeling reached through the roof. I couldn’t wait to reach his place. I knew I was going to be fucked, and at that time, I didn’t care about the consequence of my actions anymore.
We parked the car and walked hand in hand as we went inside his apartment. He immediately kissed me, so I wrapped my arms around his waist to keep us closer. He stripped me naked, and I did the same to him. At that moment, I wanted to stop and go home, but the feeling of being sexually neglected was bigger than the inkling of my wrongdoing. So, I went on and had sex with Alex. He guided me into his bedroom, and he continued to kiss me, lying together in his bed. He slowly touched my clit with his other hand down to my hole and made me VERY wet. I spread my legs, and he went down and licked me. The slow movement of his touch as he went back and forth felt like heaven. I wanted to return the favor, so I stopped him from continuing and told him to lie down. I think he knew what I was going to do. I put his hard dick into my mouth and started pleasuring him orally. Afterwards, he pulled me, eventually ending the blowjob, laid me down, went on top of me, and started fucking me. His dick is average in length, it isn’t the biggest I had, but it felt great. He then put me on all fours and continued fucking me. He banged me in that position for quite some time. I eventually came, as I love it when fucked in that position. The effect of alcohol on me at that time sexually aroused me and drove me mad. Not long after, he asked me if he could cum inside, I didn’t want to leave any traces of him or my cheating, so I declined. As he was about to ejaculate, I made him cum in my mouth instead. It was such a long night for me and him. We cuddled in bed, exhausted but feeling sexually contented. We both fell asleep almost immediately, as it was already 3 o’clock in the morning.
It was 8 o’clock in the morning when I woke up. I was woken up by the sound of my alarm that I forgot to turn off. I was feeling drowsy. I wanted to get up in bed and slowly get ready to go home, but without my knowledge, Alex was also woken up by the alarm. He hugged me in his half-asleep state and gave me a warm embrace. I felt his dick touching my butt as he kept himself comfortable in bed with me. I told him I needed to go, but he insisted I should stay a bit longer. As he was convincing me, his hand was already touching my pussy. I could feel I was slowly getting wet and horny, so I whispered in his ear, "Okay, I want to feel your dick one more time." It made him very excited. I touched his dick, and it was erecting very hard. He fucked me missionary. He touched my breast and sucked my nipples, and it felt really good. He came eventually after me in my lower stomach. It felt awesome. We kissed after the sex, and I told him how great he was in bed. It put a smile on his face.
After the sex, I went into his bathroom and took a warm bath as I didn’t want any traces of his existence on my body. Alex was still lying in bed, waiting for me to be done in the shower, which was just in his room. I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel since I had forgotten to bring my clothes into the bathroom. He looked at me with a smile. I told him I was done using his bathroom and that he could use it now if he wanted. He went straight to it. I slowly picked up my clothes that were scattered on the floor, noticing the remnants of our excitement from the night before—the scattered clothes in his living area. As I was picking up my clothes, he suddenly came out of the shower naked and told me not to leave without telling him. I had actually thought about leaving while he was in the shower. I don’t know if he sensed it or just wanted to make sure I said goodbye. I packed my things into my tiny purse, making sure I didn’t forget anything. I looked at my phone and saw a text from my husband. He asked what time I would be home because he needed to pick up a few things from the store too. I replied, saying I would be home by 10. He responded with "okay, see you."
Alex got dressed slowly. He looked very attractive in that moment. He asked me to stay for breakfast, but I declined, telling him I had things to do. He insisted on a cup of coffee before I left, so we sat at his dining table and enjoyed our drinks. He asked me a few questions about what I do and other things. I gladly replied to all his questions without lying, knowing deep down that I would never see him again. Alex didn’t ask about my marital status, which piqued my curiosity. I asked him a few questions too, and he confidently answered. He told me about his family, that he had a sister and that his parents were divorced. It made me curious about his life, but it was just curiosity about a guy I met last night. We had a moment of silence, our cups empty. I got up and said I had to go. This time, he didn’t insist on anything. He asked if I had forgotten anything, and I said no. He asked if he could see me again, and I said maybe, not wanting to directly say no. I didn’t want to see him again; he was just a one-time experience from my sexual frustration. To avoid giving Alex the wrong impression, I asked for his number instead. I told him I would contact him. He gladly gave me his number, dialing it into my phone. He offered to drive me home, but I declined. We had a moment of silence, not knowing what else to say. I kissed him on the cheek, and he responded by kissing me on the lips and hugging me tightly. After that, I said goodbye and left his place.
I took a train home. As I was sitting on the train, a lot of thoughts came into my head. I cheated on my husband, putting a stain on our marriage. I didn’t want him to know. I love him and don’t want to lose him. I know I have to come clean about my mistake, but as long as I can hold it in, I don’t want to hurt him.
I arrived home, and my husband was sitting on the couch watching a show on TV. I got home past noon. I went straight to him and gave him our usual greeting, a kiss on the lips. He asked how my night with the girls was, and I lied, saying it was fantastic and that I missed hanging out with them. To avoid putting doubt in his mind, I talked more, telling half the truth about the previous night’s events. I told him about what my friends and I chatted about. My husband knew all of them, having met them on several occasions when we invited them to our house and vice versa. We’ve hung out over the years. I asked my husband about his night, and he casually said it was okay. I didn’t dig too much since I was a bit tired, and he wanted to go back to watching his show. I told him I was going to lie down as I had little sleep last night and wanted to take a nap. He agreed and said he would wake me up in a few hours. Night came, and we had dinner. I cooked pasta with meatballs, as we both love pasta. We continued our normal routine. I cleaned the kitchen while he tidied up the house. We’re usually pretty good at sticking to our household agreements. We like to keep our place clean and tidy, which is one of the things I like about him. As night deepened, we both went to bed. I was still tired, so I wanted to sleep through the night. I made myself comfortable, closed my eyes, and was ready to sleep. My husband and I hadn’t had sex for quite some time. The last time I remembered was three months ago, and it wasn’t satisfying. This night would be another night without sex. As I was trying to sleep, I suddenly thought about Alex. Images of him and flashes of moments from last night’s hot, intense sex appeared in my head. A wave of feeling tickled my entire body. I missed how he felt inside me, the way he touched me, his kisses. I was stimulated thinking of him. I knew my thoughts weren’t good, so I tried to suppress my feelings and forget about him.
Two days passed. My husband and I continued as normal. We left home in the morning and saw each other in the evening. We had dinner and went to bed. We’re usually busy on weekdays due to work. I thought the night would be just as usual, but it wasn’t. I tend to shower before bed, so I went to the bathroom. Suddenly, my husband opened the door and asked if he could join me. I said yes, why not? I was ecstatic, feeling that he wanted to do something sexual. He came into the shower fully naked, and we showered together. I sensed he was sexually aroused; his penis was getting hard. He bent my back, grabbed my waist, and slowly fucked me doggy style. It felt so good. We both enjoy having sex in the shower. He came pretty quickly, and even though it was fast, I was happy. He went out first, and I followed. He was sitting on the corner of the bed when I got out, and while I was putting my clothes on, he said he wanted to talk to me. I was suddenly curious. Then, he said he noticed a kiss mark on the back of my neck. I was shocked. I didn’t know it was there. I felt very nervous. I didn’t respond immediately, not knowing what to say. He was going to find out, and catastrophe was about to come. I wanted to deny my cheating, but before I could, he said he was okay with it. He just wanted to know what happened and the truth. I cried, my tears falling. I had no option but to tell him. I was caught off guard. I told him about Alex and everything that happened that night. As I described what Alex and I did sexually, my husband seemed curious and excited. He wasn’t mad; he enjoyed hearing it instead. I was very relieved. I asked him multiple times if he was really okay with what I did, and he seemed pretty relaxed. I asked why he wasn’t angry, and he told me he had a fantasy of sharing me with other men. He liked the idea of other men fucking and enjoying his wife. I was taken aback. We had been married for a long time, and he never suggested it. He didn’t raise the idea, fearing my reaction. I had no clue he had such a fantasy. Though shocked, I was grateful.
After the confrontation, we sat in bed and continued talking. He told me the extent of his fantasy. I don’t remember him being so excited about a topic for a long time. He said he liked watching porn videos about wives cheating on their husbands and now that I had done it, he was thrilled. He asked if I wanted to meet Alex again. He added that if I wanted to, I could have sex with Alex one more time or even multiple times. I was amazed by how open-minded my husband was, and it fascinated me. I actually wanted to see Alex again, so I agreed. But before meeting him, my husband told me he wanted to know all about it. We had sex again after that conversation because he was feeling horny.
Another day came. My husband wanted me to text Alex and have sex with him. I was in my fertile week, so I was very horny. I immediately agreed. I had Alex’s number, so I messaged him and said I wanted to meet him again. Alex replied, saying I was welcome at his apartment anytime. I told him I wanted to come that night, and he said he was excited. I told my husband I was meeting Alex that night, and he was looking forward to it. He told me to get ready, so I did. I took a shower, shaved my pubic hair, and made sure I was clean. I rubbed lotion all over my body. I wanted to look and smell good. I curled my hair, put on makeup, a red dress, and high heels. While getting ready, my husband asked if he could drive me to Alex’s place. I agreed instantly. We got into the car, and as we started driving, he reminded me of our pre-agreement: I should come home after having sex with Alex because he wanted to see how I looked after. He was turned on by the idea of me being sweaty, looking messed up, and having cum inside me. He wanted to taste my pussy after someone else had fucked it. I don’t mind his demands as long as I get to sleep with Alex. I miss how he tosses and turns me in his bed and the electrifying feeling he gives me. He dropped me off, and we kissed goodbye. He told me to have fun, and I replied that I definitely would. We smiled at each other as he was leaving. I arrived at Alex’s place, knocked on the door, and he immediately opened it. He welcomed me inside and offered me a glass of wine, which I gladly accepted. We sat on the couch beside each other while he put his hand over my shoulders and slowly caressed my neck. He praised me for how I looked, clearly smitten by how sexy I am. I think he was drooling over me, lol. We intended to finish our drinks, but he couldn’t help himself—he had a boner. So, he got up and carried me to the bed. He made love to me as if there was no tomorrow, exploring all positions. I think I came several times during our sexual intercourse. The experience of pleasure encompasses more than just orgasm; it was that great. He was a monster in bed. He came inside me after an hour of lovemaking. His stamina, which I love, is impressive. Afterward, Alex suddenly fell asleep, snoring loudly. It was clear that he was tired. I texted my husband to come and pick me up while I got myself ready to leave. He replied, saying he was on his way. I wanted to wake Alex up but decided to leave a note instead since he was in a deep sleep. I left his place quietly.
My husband came, and we kissed as I got inside the car. He looked at me in a dirty way and asked if I enjoyed my time with Alex. I replied, “Yes, baby,” and smiled. He wanted to ask me more questions but decided to wait until we got home. Once home, even before I put my things away, my husband pulled me into the bedroom. His sexual desire was through the roof. He told me that while we were in the car, he noticed how I looked and loved it—how messy my hair was, how my makeup had faded, and especially the kiss mark on my breast that my dress couldn’t cover up. My husband stripped me naked and laid me in bed. He spread my legs and slowly licked me, savoring the traces left from Alex. He was very turned on. I then sucked his rock-hard penis while he touched my clit, making me very wet. My husband came on top of me and kissed me lustfully. He made love to me like crazy, and I loved it. During sex, my husband occasionally asked about what Alex and I did sexually. He was making love to me from behind when I told him that Alex did the same, which turned him on even more. He asked for more details, and I told him Alex touched and fingered my pussy, put his tongue inside my hole, sucked my clit, and fingered my ass. Hearing this, my husband moaned loudly and came instantly, which made me climax as well.
It was a long night for us, especially for me. My husband was exhausted and wanted to sleep through the night, very satisfied. Even before I closed my eyes, he was already asleep. I was exhausted too, but my pussy was very sore, making it a bit uncomfortable to sleep. I scrolled through my phone and saw that Alex had texted 30 minutes ago, asking why I didn’t wake him and to message him again if I wanted to meet up. I hesitated but decided to reply with a simple “Okay, goodnight :-).” After that, I fell asleep.
After that night, the sexual life between my husband and me improved significantly, and the changes were incredible. Most nights, we have sex. It was difficult for him to get hard before, and I ended up frustrated, but now, just by looking at me naked in bed, he gets an erection. We enjoy each other’s company even more now, talking naughty stuff in bed, which sweetens our long nights. He sometimes comes home horny and suddenly wants to lick me. When I’m carnal, he gives in and fulfills my desires. He doesn’t say no to my requests; when I ask for dick, he gives me dick. He makes love to me seductively and thoroughly. Life between us became perfect. We loved each other more than ever.
One day, I got sick at work and decided to go home. I hadn’t been feeling well for many days, so I applied for sick leave. At home, I pondered about the time I had my last period, checked my menstrual app, and saw that I was late. I was scared. I went to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. I had been vomiting and had a fever for days, which triggered my thoughts. I rushed home, took the test, and it was positive. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to call my husband but decided to wait since he was in a client meeting. When my husband arrived, we sat on the couch, and I showed him the pregnancy test. He was shocked but then hugged me with joy. He wanted to confirm the pregnancy, so we went to see the doctor the next morning. The doctor took a blood sample and confirmed the pregnancy. My husband was very happy. We went home and celebrated the news, sharing it with our family, who were very excited for the next journey of our lives.
During the early stages of the pregnancy, I was still having sex with my husband. According to him, I didn’t look pregnant at all. He told me that if I wanted to have sex with Alex, I should let him know in advance. He wanted me to fulfill my sexual desires before the baby came, which I gladly accepted. So, I met Alex multiple times until I was satisfied. After that, I stopped. I quit work after six months of pregnancy, as it was getting harder. My husband wanted me and the baby to be safe, so he supported my decision. I mostly stayed at home but sometimes went out to meet friends at restaurants and shop for baby clothes. Occasionally, I thought about Alex and missed how he made love to me, but I had to stop as my baby bump grew. I didn’t tell him I was pregnant. He commented once about how my ass had gotten bigger, but that was it. I stopped replying to his requests to meet up.
My husband and I were pretty stable at that moment, just waiting for the baby to come. One time, my husband asked if we should try for a second child right after the first. I don’t know if he was serious, but I told him no. Pregnancy is never easy. I was on birth control the whole time. I know I missed a pill or two sometimes, but I was on contraceptives. Occasionally, I doubt whether the baby is my husband’s or Alex’s. But I never raised the issue with my husband as I didn’t want him to know. Whoever the father is, the baby will be ours.
During our marriage, we managed to buy an apartment of our own, a car, and made a few investments. Life is great, I could say. I love my husband. I don’t want to hurt him in any way, so I never give him a reason to be jealous. I go to work and then home after. He knows who I’m with and where I am, especially when I’m out with my girlfriends. I can say I am pretty much loyal to him and our marriage.
At the beginning of our marriage, sex with him was excellent. He fulfilled my sexual needs. He fulfilled anything I asked for. He never left me hanging. I was pretty contented. There was really nothing I could ask for. We made love almost every day. We usually had sex before we went to bed, then I would wake up with him between my thighs. He loved to lick and touch me. I loved him so much more for the way he treated me sexually.
It was like that for some years, then our sex life deteriorated. We used to fuck almost every day, then once a week, then once a month, then months with no sex at all. I miss those times when he used to cuddle me in bed, but those days have been replaced with him constantly on his phone, lying on the other side of the bed, without me in his arms. He works from 9 to 5 every day, gets home tired from work at times, and wants to sleep through the night without doing anything sexual. I understand him at times, as I'm feeling the same due to our field of work. But there are nights when I expect him to give in to my sexual needs. I want to feel his touch, his tongue licking my crotch, fuck me as hard as he can, eat me alive, but he doesn’t cooperate at times. Fucking was one of our love languages, and the change scares me. He used to give me a back hug, a kiss, and even touch me in the kitchen while I was preparing dinner. I loved the way his delicate fingers touched my genitals, I couldn’t help but cum from it. Weekends were my absolute favorite before, as we had this thing called “steamy sessions” as we called it. Wet and naked, I would kneel on my knees in the shower, suck his dick, then we would dip ourselves in the bathtub as I rode and enjoyed his dick. Gosh, I miss those times, and I don’t know how to get it back. I can feel that my frustration is starting to build up, and I can’t help it. I tend to question myself at times: does he not find me attractive anymore? Or did I do something wrong? But we still live our lives every day as if everything is stable.
One day, my girlfriends invited me for dinner at a restaurant. I put on a black dress and wore my favorite heels. I did my hair, put on some make-up, and wore my expensive perfume. My girlfriends like to compete to see who looks better among us, lol. They suggested going to a pub to have some drinks. I immediately agreed, as I didn’t want to go home yet. We had fun as we went through the night. During that night, I went to order another set of vodka as our glasses ran empty, then a guy came, stood near me, and ordered himself a glass of martini. The guy is quite attractive, tall, masculine, and very well put together. He noticed me looking at him, and it put a smile on his face. I was shy, as I was caught off guard, lol. He decided to talk to me and introduced himself as Alex. He asked about my name, where I live, my age, or whether I lived nearby. I didn’t hesitate to answer his questions. We chatted at the counter table until our drinks were ready. He seemed to enjoy our talk. I sensed that he was interested in me. He asked me if I was alone, and I told him I was with the girls sitting at the corner table. I already had a drink, and so had he. Alex then asked me in a very flirty manner if I wanted to go to his apartment. I was choked. I didn’t know what to say. As I was looking at him, a tingling feeling rushed all over my body after hearing the words he said, and before I knew it, my lips already touched his. We kissed. He then grabbed my waist, touched my ass, and as we felt each other’s tongues, he reached my pussy and laughed as I was feeling very wet. At that time, I couldn’t help it anymore. I had to go on. I wanted to feel wanted. So, we got out of the pub. One of my friends called me on the phone, she was looking for me. I lied to her and said that my husband had come to pick me up. But the truth is, I was in the car with Alex going to his place. I texted my husband saying Mona insisted I should sleep at her place as I’m a bit drunk. I didn’t call, as I didn’t want Alex to know I was married. My husband agreed and texted me goodnight. As he was driving, his other hand kept reaching for my thighs, trying to touch me. I was feeling so hot. The excitement I was feeling reached through the roof. I couldn’t wait to reach his place. I knew I was going to be fucked, and at that time, I didn’t care about the consequence of my actions anymore.
We parked the car and walked hand in hand as we went inside his apartment. He immediately kissed me, so I wrapped my arms around his waist to keep us closer. He stripped me naked, and I did the same to him. At that moment, I wanted to stop and go home, but the feeling of being sexually neglected was bigger than the inkling of my wrongdoing. So, I went on and had sex with Alex. He guided me into his bedroom, and he continued to kiss me, lying together in his bed. He slowly touched my clit with his other hand down to my hole and made me VERY wet. I spread my legs, and he went down and licked me. The slow movement of his touch as he went back and forth felt like heaven. I wanted to return the favor, so I stopped him from continuing and told him to lie down. I think he knew what I was going to do. I put his hard dick into my mouth and started pleasuring him orally. Afterwards, he pulled me, eventually ending the blowjob, laid me down, went on top of me, and started fucking me. His dick is average in length, it isn’t the biggest I had, but it felt great. He then put me on all fours and continued fucking me. He banged me in that position for quite some time. I eventually came, as I love it when fucked in that position. The effect of alcohol on me at that time sexually aroused me and drove me mad. Not long after, he asked me if he could cum inside, I didn’t want to leave any traces of him or my cheating, so I declined. As he was about to ejaculate, I made him cum in my mouth instead. It was such a long night for me and him. We cuddled in bed, exhausted but feeling sexually contented. We both fell asleep almost immediately, as it was already 3 o’clock in the morning.
It was 8 o’clock in the morning when I woke up. I was woken up by the sound of my alarm that I forgot to turn off. I was feeling drowsy. I wanted to get up in bed and slowly get ready to go home, but without my knowledge, Alex was also woken up by the alarm. He hugged me in his half-asleep state and gave me a warm embrace. I felt his dick touching my butt as he kept himself comfortable in bed with me. I told him I needed to go, but he insisted I should stay a bit longer. As he was convincing me, his hand was already touching my pussy. I could feel I was slowly getting wet and horny, so I whispered in his ear, "Okay, I want to feel your dick one more time." It made him very excited. I touched his dick, and it was erecting very hard. He fucked me missionary. He touched my breast and sucked my nipples, and it felt really good. He came eventually after me in my lower stomach. It felt awesome. We kissed after the sex, and I told him how great he was in bed. It put a smile on his face.
After the sex, I went into his bathroom and took a warm bath as I didn’t want any traces of his existence on my body. Alex was still lying in bed, waiting for me to be done in the shower, which was just in his room. I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel since I had forgotten to bring my clothes into the bathroom. He looked at me with a smile. I told him I was done using his bathroom and that he could use it now if he wanted. He went straight to it. I slowly picked up my clothes that were scattered on the floor, noticing the remnants of our excitement from the night before—the scattered clothes in his living area. As I was picking up my clothes, he suddenly came out of the shower naked and told me not to leave without telling him. I had actually thought about leaving while he was in the shower. I don’t know if he sensed it or just wanted to make sure I said goodbye. I packed my things into my tiny purse, making sure I didn’t forget anything. I looked at my phone and saw a text from my husband. He asked what time I would be home because he needed to pick up a few things from the store too. I replied, saying I would be home by 10. He responded with "okay, see you."
Alex got dressed slowly. He looked very attractive in that moment. He asked me to stay for breakfast, but I declined, telling him I had things to do. He insisted on a cup of coffee before I left, so we sat at his dining table and enjoyed our drinks. He asked me a few questions about what I do and other things. I gladly replied to all his questions without lying, knowing deep down that I would never see him again. Alex didn’t ask about my marital status, which piqued my curiosity. I asked him a few questions too, and he confidently answered. He told me about his family, that he had a sister and that his parents were divorced. It made me curious about his life, but it was just curiosity about a guy I met last night. We had a moment of silence, our cups empty. I got up and said I had to go. This time, he didn’t insist on anything. He asked if I had forgotten anything, and I said no. He asked if he could see me again, and I said maybe, not wanting to directly say no. I didn’t want to see him again; he was just a one-time experience from my sexual frustration. To avoid giving Alex the wrong impression, I asked for his number instead. I told him I would contact him. He gladly gave me his number, dialing it into my phone. He offered to drive me home, but I declined. We had a moment of silence, not knowing what else to say. I kissed him on the cheek, and he responded by kissing me on the lips and hugging me tightly. After that, I said goodbye and left his place.
I took a train home. As I was sitting on the train, a lot of thoughts came into my head. I cheated on my husband, putting a stain on our marriage. I didn’t want him to know. I love him and don’t want to lose him. I know I have to come clean about my mistake, but as long as I can hold it in, I don’t want to hurt him.
I arrived home, and my husband was sitting on the couch watching a show on TV. I got home past noon. I went straight to him and gave him our usual greeting, a kiss on the lips. He asked how my night with the girls was, and I lied, saying it was fantastic and that I missed hanging out with them. To avoid putting doubt in his mind, I talked more, telling half the truth about the previous night’s events. I told him about what my friends and I chatted about. My husband knew all of them, having met them on several occasions when we invited them to our house and vice versa. We’ve hung out over the years. I asked my husband about his night, and he casually said it was okay. I didn’t dig too much since I was a bit tired, and he wanted to go back to watching his show. I told him I was going to lie down as I had little sleep last night and wanted to take a nap. He agreed and said he would wake me up in a few hours. Night came, and we had dinner. I cooked pasta with meatballs, as we both love pasta. We continued our normal routine. I cleaned the kitchen while he tidied up the house. We’re usually pretty good at sticking to our household agreements. We like to keep our place clean and tidy, which is one of the things I like about him. As night deepened, we both went to bed. I was still tired, so I wanted to sleep through the night. I made myself comfortable, closed my eyes, and was ready to sleep. My husband and I hadn’t had sex for quite some time. The last time I remembered was three months ago, and it wasn’t satisfying. This night would be another night without sex. As I was trying to sleep, I suddenly thought about Alex. Images of him and flashes of moments from last night’s hot, intense sex appeared in my head. A wave of feeling tickled my entire body. I missed how he felt inside me, the way he touched me, his kisses. I was stimulated thinking of him. I knew my thoughts weren’t good, so I tried to suppress my feelings and forget about him.
Two days passed. My husband and I continued as normal. We left home in the morning and saw each other in the evening. We had dinner and went to bed. We’re usually busy on weekdays due to work. I thought the night would be just as usual, but it wasn’t. I tend to shower before bed, so I went to the bathroom. Suddenly, my husband opened the door and asked if he could join me. I said yes, why not? I was ecstatic, feeling that he wanted to do something sexual. He came into the shower fully naked, and we showered together. I sensed he was sexually aroused; his penis was getting hard. He bent my back, grabbed my waist, and slowly fucked me doggy style. It felt so good. We both enjoy having sex in the shower. He came pretty quickly, and even though it was fast, I was happy. He went out first, and I followed. He was sitting on the corner of the bed when I got out, and while I was putting my clothes on, he said he wanted to talk to me. I was suddenly curious. Then, he said he noticed a kiss mark on the back of my neck. I was shocked. I didn’t know it was there. I felt very nervous. I didn’t respond immediately, not knowing what to say. He was going to find out, and catastrophe was about to come. I wanted to deny my cheating, but before I could, he said he was okay with it. He just wanted to know what happened and the truth. I cried, my tears falling. I had no option but to tell him. I was caught off guard. I told him about Alex and everything that happened that night. As I described what Alex and I did sexually, my husband seemed curious and excited. He wasn’t mad; he enjoyed hearing it instead. I was very relieved. I asked him multiple times if he was really okay with what I did, and he seemed pretty relaxed. I asked why he wasn’t angry, and he told me he had a fantasy of sharing me with other men. He liked the idea of other men fucking and enjoying his wife. I was taken aback. We had been married for a long time, and he never suggested it. He didn’t raise the idea, fearing my reaction. I had no clue he had such a fantasy. Though shocked, I was grateful.
After the confrontation, we sat in bed and continued talking. He told me the extent of his fantasy. I don’t remember him being so excited about a topic for a long time. He said he liked watching porn videos about wives cheating on their husbands and now that I had done it, he was thrilled. He asked if I wanted to meet Alex again. He added that if I wanted to, I could have sex with Alex one more time or even multiple times. I was amazed by how open-minded my husband was, and it fascinated me. I actually wanted to see Alex again, so I agreed. But before meeting him, my husband told me he wanted to know all about it. We had sex again after that conversation because he was feeling horny.
Another day came. My husband wanted me to text Alex and have sex with him. I was in my fertile week, so I was very horny. I immediately agreed. I had Alex’s number, so I messaged him and said I wanted to meet him again. Alex replied, saying I was welcome at his apartment anytime. I told him I wanted to come that night, and he said he was excited. I told my husband I was meeting Alex that night, and he was looking forward to it. He told me to get ready, so I did. I took a shower, shaved my pubic hair, and made sure I was clean. I rubbed lotion all over my body. I wanted to look and smell good. I curled my hair, put on makeup, a red dress, and high heels. While getting ready, my husband asked if he could drive me to Alex’s place. I agreed instantly. We got into the car, and as we started driving, he reminded me of our pre-agreement: I should come home after having sex with Alex because he wanted to see how I looked after. He was turned on by the idea of me being sweaty, looking messed up, and having cum inside me. He wanted to taste my pussy after someone else had fucked it. I don’t mind his demands as long as I get to sleep with Alex. I miss how he tosses and turns me in his bed and the electrifying feeling he gives me. He dropped me off, and we kissed goodbye. He told me to have fun, and I replied that I definitely would. We smiled at each other as he was leaving. I arrived at Alex’s place, knocked on the door, and he immediately opened it. He welcomed me inside and offered me a glass of wine, which I gladly accepted. We sat on the couch beside each other while he put his hand over my shoulders and slowly caressed my neck. He praised me for how I looked, clearly smitten by how sexy I am. I think he was drooling over me, lol. We intended to finish our drinks, but he couldn’t help himself—he had a boner. So, he got up and carried me to the bed. He made love to me as if there was no tomorrow, exploring all positions. I think I came several times during our sexual intercourse. The experience of pleasure encompasses more than just orgasm; it was that great. He was a monster in bed. He came inside me after an hour of lovemaking. His stamina, which I love, is impressive. Afterward, Alex suddenly fell asleep, snoring loudly. It was clear that he was tired. I texted my husband to come and pick me up while I got myself ready to leave. He replied, saying he was on his way. I wanted to wake Alex up but decided to leave a note instead since he was in a deep sleep. I left his place quietly.
My husband came, and we kissed as I got inside the car. He looked at me in a dirty way and asked if I enjoyed my time with Alex. I replied, “Yes, baby,” and smiled. He wanted to ask me more questions but decided to wait until we got home. Once home, even before I put my things away, my husband pulled me into the bedroom. His sexual desire was through the roof. He told me that while we were in the car, he noticed how I looked and loved it—how messy my hair was, how my makeup had faded, and especially the kiss mark on my breast that my dress couldn’t cover up. My husband stripped me naked and laid me in bed. He spread my legs and slowly licked me, savoring the traces left from Alex. He was very turned on. I then sucked his rock-hard penis while he touched my clit, making me very wet. My husband came on top of me and kissed me lustfully. He made love to me like crazy, and I loved it. During sex, my husband occasionally asked about what Alex and I did sexually. He was making love to me from behind when I told him that Alex did the same, which turned him on even more. He asked for more details, and I told him Alex touched and fingered my pussy, put his tongue inside my hole, sucked my clit, and fingered my ass. Hearing this, my husband moaned loudly and came instantly, which made me climax as well.
It was a long night for us, especially for me. My husband was exhausted and wanted to sleep through the night, very satisfied. Even before I closed my eyes, he was already asleep. I was exhausted too, but my pussy was very sore, making it a bit uncomfortable to sleep. I scrolled through my phone and saw that Alex had texted 30 minutes ago, asking why I didn’t wake him and to message him again if I wanted to meet up. I hesitated but decided to reply with a simple “Okay, goodnight :-).” After that, I fell asleep.
After that night, the sexual life between my husband and me improved significantly, and the changes were incredible. Most nights, we have sex. It was difficult for him to get hard before, and I ended up frustrated, but now, just by looking at me naked in bed, he gets an erection. We enjoy each other’s company even more now, talking naughty stuff in bed, which sweetens our long nights. He sometimes comes home horny and suddenly wants to lick me. When I’m carnal, he gives in and fulfills my desires. He doesn’t say no to my requests; when I ask for dick, he gives me dick. He makes love to me seductively and thoroughly. Life between us became perfect. We loved each other more than ever.
One day, I got sick at work and decided to go home. I hadn’t been feeling well for many days, so I applied for sick leave. At home, I pondered about the time I had my last period, checked my menstrual app, and saw that I was late. I was scared. I went to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. I had been vomiting and had a fever for days, which triggered my thoughts. I rushed home, took the test, and it was positive. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to call my husband but decided to wait since he was in a client meeting. When my husband arrived, we sat on the couch, and I showed him the pregnancy test. He was shocked but then hugged me with joy. He wanted to confirm the pregnancy, so we went to see the doctor the next morning. The doctor took a blood sample and confirmed the pregnancy. My husband was very happy. We went home and celebrated the news, sharing it with our family, who were very excited for the next journey of our lives.
During the early stages of the pregnancy, I was still having sex with my husband. According to him, I didn’t look pregnant at all. He told me that if I wanted to have sex with Alex, I should let him know in advance. He wanted me to fulfill my sexual desires before the baby came, which I gladly accepted. So, I met Alex multiple times until I was satisfied. After that, I stopped. I quit work after six months of pregnancy, as it was getting harder. My husband wanted me and the baby to be safe, so he supported my decision. I mostly stayed at home but sometimes went out to meet friends at restaurants and shop for baby clothes. Occasionally, I thought about Alex and missed how he made love to me, but I had to stop as my baby bump grew. I didn’t tell him I was pregnant. He commented once about how my ass had gotten bigger, but that was it. I stopped replying to his requests to meet up.
My husband and I were pretty stable at that moment, just waiting for the baby to come. One time, my husband asked if we should try for a second child right after the first. I don’t know if he was serious, but I told him no. Pregnancy is never easy. I was on birth control the whole time. I know I missed a pill or two sometimes, but I was on contraceptives. Occasionally, I doubt whether the baby is my husband’s or Alex’s. But I never raised the issue with my husband as I didn’t want him to know. Whoever the father is, the baby will be ours.
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