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New Pleasures (MF, cheating-wife)
The true stories of a wife's infidelities.
by Nancy Delgato <gsnancy2@ameritech.net>
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Hello again. I have another story to share with you. Based on the
responses I received from my first one, many or you enjoyed it and it's
spurred me on to continue telling you all about my sex life. As before,
if you want to e-mail me back about it, I'd like that. Feel free to
give me your thoughts on it, or just said hello, even.
Again, let me tell you something of myself. I am 55 years old - born
December 1942. Although, everyone says I look MUCH younger than that.
It's nice to hear, really. If you like, I'll send a recent picture of
myself and you can judge for yourself. I am well-built, I guess, and
just slightly heavy. However, most of my extra weight seems to be in my
breasts, which measure 36DD, as I mentioned before. I am 5'-4" tall and
weigh 140 pounds, but am physically fit. I love hiking and ice skating
and I stay active with both. My nipples are rather large and, in my
first extramarital encounter, I learned that I love having then handled
roughly, so much that the pain excites me and lifts me to new heights of
arousal. Enough said for now? Once more, I hope this brief description
has piqued your interest.
I've accumulated many experiences over the past years and the thought of
sharing them turned me on. Using the Internet lets me offer these
stories to a broad audience, yet stay somewhat anonymous. Everything I
write is based on my real experiences and my life has unfolded exactly
as I describe. The only thing I've changed are the names, for obvious
reasons. I'll start by repeating a little background...
I was married at 21, a virgin until my wedding night. Yes, really.
Unfortunately, the experience of my life, the one I'd been waiting for
so long, was tremendously unfulfilling --- as were most of the
subsequent sexual interludes my husband and I shared. In fact, I can't
even tell you for certain how long it was before I actually experienced
an orgasm from intercourse, but it would be measured in years. He was
one who would think first of satisfying himself and if I happened to get
off along the way then that was nice, but not necessary.
Some of you who wrote have asked me to talk about the wedding night.
Simply, there isn't much to tell. I was pretty nervous, but excited.
Yes, it hurt when I was taken for the first time. I imagine it hurt
more than most, in fact, since my husband did little to warm me up or
prepare me. After a few brief kisses, he pretty much just got right to
the task at hand, and pushed his cock in me, fucking me until he came.
That evening set the pattern for our relationship, when he rolled off me
and fell asleep, leaving me laying there, unfulfilled. That night, I
was also sore - very sore. I finally fell asleep, hoping that things
would get better with time.
About 5 years into our marriage something happened that changed my
life. I had my first extramarital sexual relationship, which I wrote
about in my last submission. Now I'm back to tell you about another
experience.
A year had passed since my tryst with Brad. I'd now been married for 6
years and had one son, now 3 months old. To me, it appeared that Brad
was the father of my baby. My husband was unaware of the chances of
this, having no inkling of my one infidelity. I know this will sound
awful to most of you, but I didn't care. I no longer loved my spouse.
In fact, I'm not sure I ever did. I was even somewhat pleased at the
idea that my wonderful one-time lover had fathered my child. He was
much nicer than the man I married.
In the past year I'd not strayed again but that's not to say that my
thoughts didn't. In that time I'd looked at many men and wondered what
they might be like as potential sex partners. In spite of the fact that
I never acted on any of those thoughts, I knew that one day I would.
That day came when I went to visit my parents. They lived about a
hundred miles away. My husband was working out of town. He was a
tradesman and went wherever there was work, so I went to my parents'
alone, with the intent of surprising them. First I pumped some breast
milk for my young son, then dropped him and the appropriate infants
essentials with the sitter.
Arriving in my parent's city about lunchtime, I decided to have
something to eat before I went to their home, not wanting to place the
burden of feeding me on them. I pulled into a restaurant / lounge near
their home. Inside, I found a corner table and perused the menu. When
I looked up for my waitress I saw two old friends sitting together
nearby. They waved when they saw me looking. I hadn't seen Tommy or
Billy for years and smiled as I waved back. The two of them rose from
their seats and walked over to my table. After our hellos and brief
hugs, they asked if they could join me. I told them I'd like that very
much.
Let me make it very clear, there was never anything remotely sexual
between myself and them. We had been, simply, friends. So it's true
when I believed that, in our reunion, the thoughts of sex never occurred
to any of us. I had been a "good" girl, hardly even dating and, when I
did, there was never anything that would even lead up to sex. My
father, a big, strong and, in my mind at the time, fierce, Polish man,
scared the hell out of me and I knew that if I ever did anything bad,
his wrath would be brutal. Even if it weren't my intention to be a
virgin on my wedding night, I'd have been too scared to do anything
about it. This accidental reunion of friends was just that, and nothing
more.
Tommy, Billy and I had lunch together, then they asked if I'd like to
have a drink with them. I accepted and we moved to the bar. Three
drinks and much conversation later I was feeling pretty good, relaxed.
Perhaps I was naive. I guess I was, really, because when they suggested
we'd be more comfortable if we got a bottle and a room, I still had no
idea that sex would play a part in this. I readily agreed.
Tommy went out to buy the liquor while Billy and I went to get the room.
We waited in the hotel lobby for Tommy to show up, then the three of us
went to get comfortable. The room had a king-sized bed, a couch, and a
chair. The guys told me to make myself comfortable while one poured
drinks and the other found some music on the radio. I had to admit,
this was much better than sitting in the lounge. I sat on the couch and
Billy sat on one side of me. Tommy brought drinks and sat on the other
side. Again we sat and talked while we sipped our drinks. Mine was
much stronger than I was used to and I was already feeling a little
tipsy from the drinks at the bar.
Finally, Billy provided an admission from the days we were in school
together, saying that he'd always fantasized about getting into my
pants. I was very surprised at this since he'd never given any
indication of his desires back then. I told him this. He replied by
saying that everyone knew I was untouchable, so there was no point. I
had to agree, and explained the issues of my father and my fear of him
at that time. Tommy then entered the conversation, pointing out that
those issues were no longer valid. He was turned, looking over my body,
then he told me something else about our school days, that all the guys
had fantasized about seeing my tits. As if to support this revelation,
he reached for a breast, lightly brushing his hand over it. I shivered
slightly and my nipples became immediately and obviously hard. Then he
squeezed, and leaned to kiss me. I let him. While we kissed, I felt
Billy's hand on my other breast.
When Tommy's kiss ended he breathed his request to be able to see my
breasts, now, that there was nothing stopping that from happening. I
was going to counter with the fact that I was married should be enough
to prevent that, but the words never came out. Tommy took my silence as
agreement and reached for my blouse, lifting it over my head. I raised
my arms to let him. At the same time, Billy's hands went behind me to
unclasped the bra I was wearing not only for the benefit of the visit to
my parents but to contain the leakage I was now sometimes experiencing.
As my breasts were bared, Tommy gasped that they were just as gorgeous
as he'd imagined. They were even larger than usual, as I was now a
nursing mother. Again, two sets of hands reached out for them, then
soon, two sets of lips were sucking my nipples.
One of the guys, I can't remember which, raised his head slightly and
gasped, surprised at the milk he was drawing from my breast, and
commenting that it tasted delicious before returning to his sucking. I
leaned back and enjoyed the attention.
Obviously they wanted more, and soon I felt their hands meet between my
legs when they both reached for my pussy at the same time. I spread
myself open for them as their hands pushed up and under my skirt. My
panties were pushed aside and fingers were vying for entry. Tommy won,
pushing his inside me. Billy took this opportunity to lose his clothes,
then sit back down beside me and take my hand, coaxing it to his cock,
which I loosely gripped and stroked. As Billy's hand went back under my
skirt, Tommy stood and undressed, then moved in front of me, his erect
cock inches from my face. With my free hand, I reached for it, then
lowered my head, taking him in my mouth and sucking. I still wasn't
practiced in the art of cocksucking, and I didn't get much opportunity
to hone my skills this time either, as Billy also stood up and the two
of them urged me to the bed, removing my skirt and panties along the
way. We fell naked onto the king-sized bed.
Tommy returned to sucking my tits, apparently taken with the milk I was
producing. Billy lowered himself between my legs and licked my pussy
briefly. This is another area in which I'd had very little experience,
and the feeling was awesome. Soon I was begging Billy to put his cock
in me. He, of course, obliged. Tommy continued sucking milk from my
nipples while Billy pumped his cock in and out of me. The sensations
provided by having two men at once were amazing, but short lived. Tommy
lifted himself from my chest, seemingly intent on watching his friend
fuck me. That's the way things went for the next hour or so, with my
two horny friends taking turns between my legs while the other watched.
After Billy had used my pussy for a while, he pulled out of me, nodding
to Tommy that it was his turn. Tommy's cock slipped easily into my wet
pussy and I was again being fucked as the other guy watched us. Billy
leaned for a closer look at Tommy's cock sliding in and out of me. The
fact of being watched in such an intimate act excited the hell out of
me, as did sharing my body with two men at once.
By now I had cum with both Billy and Tommy fucking me. Tommy pulled out
and moved aside to make room for his friend, and Billy moved back again
between my legs. Neither had cum yet, but I was, in fact, getting a
little weary and winded from multiple climaxes. Still, though, my
passion wasn't sated, and when Billy mounted me yet again, I wrapped my
legs around his back and urged him on, telling him to fuck me. He did,
plowing into me until I was again cumming, then literally rammed me
until he eventually emptied his balls into my cunt. I felt Billy's cock
slip out of me and his cum leaking from my hole as he stood up.
Immediately, Tommy moved towards me. I spread my legs yet again, but
Tommy wanted something different. He lifted and turned me onto my hands
and knees, then moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips and his
cock probing for my hole. He found it quickly and pushed inside my
cum-filled cunt. Holding me tightly, he pounded into me deep and hard,
and it wasn't long before I was cumming yet again. I pushed back
against him, begging the deepest possible penetration, and Tommy gave it
to me, briefly, before he too was spurting cum into me.
I collapsed onto the bed and Tommy landed on top of me, both of us out
of breath. Billy had been standing next to us. His critique of what
he'd just witnessed was a single word - awesome! I agreed
enthusiastically.
Finally, Tommy rolled off my back and I struggled to roll over, move off
the bed, and stand. Two loads of their cum, along with my own prolific
juices were streaming down the insides of my thighs. The guys both
peered between my legs. I looked down there as well, then back at my
friends and we all grinned. I suggested that perhaps I needed a shower.
Tommy and Billy joined me and we washed and rinsed each others' bodies,
paying special attention to the more interesting places. Afterwards, we
toweled each other dry and dressed, then refilled our glasses and sipped
our drinks quietly, speaking little. I felt like I was in a sort of
contented trance.
After the latest round of drinks were finished, it was time to go. They
both asked me if I would come to visit them again and were disappointed
when I told them that I didn't think that was a good idea, being a
married woman. In deference to their protests, I offered that I
wouldn't promise them anything, but that perhaps we could do this again
some day. We never did.
It had been a magnificent afternoon, my first encounter with multiple
partners. Tommy and Billy had taken turns fucking me, but each had cum
only one time. Still, my pussy had felt flooded, and it was, with their
seed. My womb was still unprotected, as it my my intent to have another
child soon after the first. However, neither Tommy nor Billy became
fathers that day.
The sex had been plain, simple and raw. There was very little oral, and
no anal, but I'd spent much of the afternoon with my pussy being
pummeled by their cocks and my body in the throes of orgasm. I was
tired, spent, bordering on exhaustion. When I finally arrived at my
parent's home I had to take a nap. We had dinner together and chatted
for a while afterwards, then I had to make the drive home. My baby was
waiting for me, and I would need to nurse him that night. As I drove,
my thoughts lingered on the nursing that Tommy and Billy had done at my
breasts, and on the continued fucking I'd received by the "tag team" duo
that had taken turns in me.
I'd never been fucked so long and hard in my life. It was all I could
do to pick up the baby and feed him that night before I went to sleep...
and I slept very well.
I hope you enjoy my stories. As I've mentioned, these are my real-life
experiences, not fiction. Sharing them publicly turns me on, as does
hearing from the people who read them. So, please, feel free to write.
You can reach me at gsnancy2@ameritech.net.
This is my second story in as many days. There are more, but I'll need
to take a little sabbatical from my writing so I can get some work done
around here. But don't worry, you won't have to wait too long for the
next one. I promise.
Kisses, Nancy.