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My Cheating Wife's Letter
by Atreus (atreus50@hotmail.com)

***

This letter was written to my wife, but received by 
myself through a silly mistake. In "My Cheating Wife" I 
described how I discovered her one night stand. This 
entry is a copy of the letter her lover wrote to her. 
(MF, wife, cheat)

***

Mount Eliza,
3930

15 January 1982


Hello Louise,

I hope this letter doesn’t cause you any difficulties, 
but I sneaked your name and address from your suitcase 
label, and simply have to say how much I appreciated 
the all too short time spent with you in Perth.

You may be surprised that I come from Mount Eliza. I 
was just as surprised to see you are from Frankston. 
Here we both were thinking we were safe and thousands 
of miles away from home, where no one knew us, and lo 
and behold we come from within a couple of miles of 
each other. But don’t worry on that score. I promise 
not to bother you, beyond this letter… I have as much 
reason to keep this secret as you have. But, I confess, 
I wouldn’t mind doing it again. Dare I hope?

I saw from your suite case that your initials don’t 
contain an "L", but to me you will always be Louise, 
and, of course, I can understand why you used a false 
name. In any case, to me you will always be Louise, 
Louise who I met in Perth.

So, Louise, It will take me a long time to forget you, 
if I ever do. I suppose it’s not altogether good form 
to tell a woman she’s good at sex. Especially a woman 
who is married to someone else, but I was so delighted 
with the time we spent together that I simply have to 
share it with someone, and the only person I can safely 
share it with is you…

I really meant it when I said you didn’t have to do it… 
I mean, I know you opened the door of your room, and 
let me in, …( and you looked achingly beautiful in the 
night dress you were wearing..) I suppose you bought 
that to impress your husband, I and should feel proud 
that it was me who took it off you first. I am, but if 
you had suggested you had any reservations about me 
being there, I would surely have left straight away. In 
spite of the way I was feeling!

But you didn’t ask… you just stood there, smiling 
shyly… and inviting.

Why was I not surprised to find you standing as if you 
had been waiting for me? I suppose, I wasn’t really, we 
had met in the hotel dining room, chatted, and got on 
well. I was delighted that you agreed the share the 
evening with me, and perfectly happy with our 
understanding to have you back in your own room by 
eleven, and alone.

I really do mean that. You are great social company, 
and a marvelously pleasant to be with. It was a shame 
that we couldn’t get theatre tickets at short notice, 
but on the other hand, we gained wonderfully from 
having to settle for a night club. Without that, I 
would never have danced with you.
And without the dancing, I imagine the rest wouldn’t 
have happened either.

But it did, and it might have ended with the kiss in 
the lift on the way up to your floor. It was the 
dancing that caused that, feeling your body through our 
clothes, and sensing your gradual response to the 
contact even as I was responding myself… I could almost 
sense the moment when you realized you could feel my 
erection… and I definitely realized when you let me 
know it. Feeling your body undulate against mine… that 
was a moment to remember.

I was ready for that kiss in the lift, and now I know 
you were too. It was a beautiful kiss, and perhaps the 
thing that made me really want you.

I really did want you. I knew it when the door of your 
room clicked shut behind me. You were standing facing 
the door, dressed in nothing but a sheer night dress 
that made no attempt to hide the fact that you were 
naked underneath it. I crossed the small space between 
us, slipped my hands round your waist, and as I held 
you, you leaned against me, your hands sliding round my 
own waist, pulling me to you.

"Louise - I really don't have to be here." I told you, 
"I’ll go away if you like?"

You stretched, reached up a little and put you arms 
around my neck then kissed me, gently at first then 
with more passion, your tongue slipping between my 
lips. You stopped and leaned back a little forcing your 
hips, your belly, against mind.. I felt the heat of 
your loins exciting me.

"David, "you said, " If that was the case then I 
wouldn’t have opened the door. You’re here because I 
want you to be and because I'm curious - .." You 
blushed furiously, "…I… I’ve not done this sort of 
thing before. We've talked and sat together and danced 
all this evening. I’ve done that… but not this… ever, 
but now, well, you know… Now I want to be here with 
you."

I saw you teeth gleam as you laughed a little… 
obviously nervous, obviously excited… and unbelievably 
desirable. You undid the buttons on my shirt front, 
pulling it out of the waistband of my trousers and then 
taking it right off. You dropped it on the back of the 
chair beside us. Then, turning back ran your hands 
through the light furry down of what passes for hair on 
my chest. I held you to me and we kissed again. We 
could both feel the passion this time. I reached for 
the straps of your night dress, but you stopped me.

"One moment..."

You crossed to the door of your room, looked briefly 
through the spy hole, unhooked the 'Don't disturb' 
sign, opened the door, hooked it over the outside 
handle and re-shut the door. As you started back across 
the room you pulled at the ribbon across your breasts, 
and loosed the knot holding your night dress closed.

As you shrugged it off your shoulders it fell down 
around your feet and you stepped out of it, picked it 
up and gently placed it over my shirt. Quite naked you 
came the remaining distance back across the room, 
closed my open mouth before kissing it, while at the 
same time undoing my belt and loosening my trousers, 
easing them down as far as you could. Breaking the 
kiss, as I kicked my shoes off, you knelt down and took 
my trousers and shorts off. On the way back to standing 
up your cheek brushed the end of my cock.

As we kissed again, I tasted your sweetness on your 
lips as you pulled my butt tightly into you, my pre-cum 
wet cock trapped between us. I steered your backward 
and pushed you gently down onto the bed, moving to lie 
alongside your. I kissed your neck, making your shudder 
a little. Then kissed my way on down to your full 
breasts, your nipples standing hard in the cool of the 
air-con. Hard and dark like your areola in sharp 
contrast to your beautiful light skin with the tanned 
shade outlining your swim costume… and the one blemish… 
a birthmark on your right breast

As I kissed and licked my way from nipple to nipple I 
brushed my hand down across your flat stomach to the 
start of your surprisingly soft short bush of fair 
hair. You moaned quietly, your fingers entwined in my 
hair holding me to your breast, as I explored between 
your opening thighs with my fingers, moving in circles 
through the thatch. You opened your legs wide, 
spreading your knees upwards to give me the access I 
wanted.

I kissed my way down to your navel, running my tongue 
into it, again making your squirm just a little as I 
did so. Then you shuddered again as my mouth reached 
that hair and the smell of your musk reached my nose, 
driving me on with more urgency than before. You 
swiveled round a little to get underneath me and reach 
the end of my cock with your mouth, slurping at my 
wetness. Now it was my turn to catch my breath as the 
warmth of your sweet lips bobbed over the tip and rim 
of my cockhead. 

I wasted no more time - with my hands either side of 
your hips I held your ass and used my finger tips to 
pull apart the lips of your wet slick opening, sliding 
my tongue into it, swiping it down from bush to back. 
You shuddered with a small cum as I did so, stiffening 
and then relaxing. Your wetness sweet nectar on my 
taste buds.

You swung out from under me, pushed me onto my back 
then engulfed my cock with your hot mouth, leaving it 
slick and ready with your saliva. In the light from the 
window I watched as you grabbed me with one hand, eased 
your hips over mine and set the hard throbbing end of 
my rod against your velvet hot labia your open thighs 
and swaying breasts poised over me. I could feel the 
heat radiating from your open passion as you slipped 
your hungry pussy down onto me.

Tight, so tight - breathing hard now you pushed down… 
exquisite pressure… for a moment. Then a gasp and then 
you slipped a little more onto me.

Tight so tight - as I strained not to cum with the warm 
slippery feeling of your lust enveloping me.

Tight then tighter - sliding deeper and deeper down 
onto me, the hunger of your eyes visible as you panted 
and keened, " Oh - My - Oh – Ooh!! - Oh YESsssssss!"

As you finally bottomed out, your bottom resting on my 
hips, little shudders running though then finally a 
sobbing almost silent scream as it all came to a head 
and you started cumming, and cumming.

Tight so tight - almost to the point of pain - your 
body twitching, your muscles visibly rippling, trapping 
my cock in a strangling intensity that triggered my own 
hard orgasm. My back arching up off the bed, my cock 
pushing deeper and deeper, flooding you with my pumping 
wetness, each thrust and spasm sending juice in 
quantities that oozed out round my shaft.

We came slowly down falling gently back onto the 
surface of the bed, both dripping with perspiration in 
spite of the air con, your bobbed fair hair half 
covering my face, your face tucked into the side of my 
neck, your breath coming in little shuddering sobs. The 
muscles of that cunt still gripped and spasmed round my 
cock, only half hard now, but still not slipping from 
you.

You raised yourself up a little and kissed me as I held 
you to me. Hands still gripping your butt hard as I 
squeezed it, you contracted your muscles round me then 
I watched as you pulled your stomach in as if you were 
in an exercise class, your tunnel now stroking me back 
to hardness and sloppy seconds. My own sloppy seconds!

You fed a breast to my face; my waiting lips eagerly 
took that hard nipple in and sucked on it in time to 
your contractions as you slowly started to slide and 
move on me again. Reluctantly letting it go and without 
coming out of your, indeed holding myself tight into 
your by gripping those lovely ass cheeks I rolled your 
gently over until I was on top of you. You brought your 
knees up either side of my hips and I brought first 
one, then the other of those lovely long legs higher, 
above my arms. Then deep, deep inside I gently started 
to fuck almost vertically down into you.

You almost growled as another little orgasm rippled 
though you, then you made a whining sound as another 
big one started, your ankles by this time trying to 
grip the back of my neck. Again you started to spasm 
round me as you came and then without warning I too 
exploded pushing hard into your with a gathering 
intensity as each wave crashed through me. In slow 
motion we crumbled back to earth, my shrinking cock 
slipping from your cunt as you vainly tried to stop it.

As we started to drift to sleep, me now spooning you 
from behind, my arm over your side my hand gently 
caressing a handy breast you pulled the sheet over both 
of us before wiggling back tight against me.

I woke in the middle of the night, my erection 
throbbing in the confined space between us as I lay 
still and close against your back. It took a moment for 
me to realize that you were not my wife…and the 
realization brought an exploring move from my hand… and 
you giggled….

"Hello again," you said, "Are you all right?"

I nuzzled the back of your neck, reveling in the 
different scents of your perfumes. 

I assured you I was all right.

"Rested?" you asked.

I assured you I was rested… and deliberately stirred my 
muscles, making my hard cock wriggle in the valley 
between you buttocks.

"Mmmn…" you murmured, "Have you ever dreamed about 
moments like this. I mean with someone else?"

"Every one does." I told you, "Yes, I have. Have you?"

You ignored my question… "Do you dream about… well… 
doing different things?"

"Yes," I assured you. Most people do. It’s called 
fantasies."

You rolled over to face me, pressing your breasts 
against my chest, pushing a leg between mine, and 
lifting it until your thigh was lifting my balls. I 
could feel the hairs of your mound brushing the shaft 
of my cock, and the heat of your breath as you nestled 
your face into the corner of my neck.

"Tell me about them. I mean, what did you think of 
doing?"

I had to think. This was all so much more real than my 
fantasies. My first thought was that my own wife would 
never ask such a question in a month of Sundays. It 
took a few moments before I could think. Then I told 
you.

You laughed. No, you chuckled against my skin, "Show 
me," you demanded.

I could hardly believe you meant it, but you rolled on 
to your back on the bed beside me… and spread your arms 
wide. Head turned towards me, grinning a wicked 
conspiratorial grin.

I climbed astride your belly, conscious of my balls 
dragging across your smooth skin as I walked on my 
knees to bring my throbbing cock over your cleavage. 
You watched my cock advancing between your breasts, the 
head pointing straight at your face, drawing closer, 
the shaft refusing to lie down between the swell of 
your breasts.

I’d wanted to do this with my own wife, she wouldn’t, 
she never said why. I didn’t even know how to do it 
really. But you had some idea… and covering your 
breasts with your open hands, you folded the warm 
smooth flesh over the still rigid throbbing limb of my 
shaft.

"Alright?" you asked.

I nodded, unable to muster the breath to speak, so 
intense was the sensation in my cock.

You were grinning up at me, "Go on then, push." 

I pushed, and it was immediately obvious we needed some 
lubrication... I thought of the obvious sauce, (to me), 
and suggested it… you smiled, shook your head and just 
said, "Spit on it, and me, make it slippery."

I was surprised again. Something else my wife would 
never have suggested. Not for any reason. I leaned 
foreword, flexing my cheeks, and then opened my lips to 
let a big drop of saliva fall between your breasts. It 
was a perfect shot, my shaft and the wonderful tunnel 
between them was immediately smooth and warm, and 
inviting.

I thrust into it. You folded your breasts tighter over 
my now sliding shaft, and I watched the glistening head 
emerge from between your breasts and advance, turgid 
and rigid, towards your face.

You moaned with pleasure, and tightened the fold over 
my breasts. I stroked again, and again. Harder and 
faster as I saw the look of lust spread over your face 
and the heat in your eyes while you watched my cock 
thrusting arrogant and throbbing in increasing rhythm.

You were loving it.

"Slow down" you told me… "Tell me another one."

I did as you asked, warming to the game you were 
apparently wanted to play. The thrusting of my shaft 
between your breasts changed from an urgent hardness to 
and easy sliding...

"It’s your turn." I told you. "You tell me on of your 
dreams."

You blushed. I swear, with breasts tunneling the 
erection of a near stranger, and my semen still oozing 
from your pussy, you had the grace to blush when I 
asked you to tell me one of your fantasies.

"Let me show you, instead." You suggested.

I agreed.

You made me lie on my stomach, and crawled on top of 
me. You lay along my back, like a cat on a wall, and 
pulled my legs apart with your feet. I could feel the 
heat from between your legs on my balls. The wet silky 
moisture of your soft blond pubic hairs against my 
buttocks… and then you humped into me…

Humped?… you wriggled your hips, and insinuated your 
pubic mound between the cheeks of my ass, grinding 
against me until your silky hairs were pressing and 
sliding against the ring of my anus.

The sensations were incredible, my cock was rigid, my 
balls tense and aching. Yet it was you who went wild as 
you humped into me, working your mound against me 
until, in a surprisingly short time, you went rigid 
started humping my frantically. 

I grabbed your wrists beside me, and pulled you on to 
me, feeling the swell of your breasts rolling up and 
down my back in time to the lump of your pubic mound 
grinding against my ass.

You grunted, an animal grunt of pleasure and with a 
wild struggling passion in your every move, exploded a 
wet, bristly, urgent orgasm into the valley between my 
ass cheeks.

You collapsed on my back. Cock throbbing in rigid 
hardness, I wriggled from underneath you and cradled 
you in my arms. My balls felt like lead weights as you 
looked up into my face, smiling weakly, and breathing 
heavily with your exertions. 

For perhaps two or three minutes, I held you as your 
breath became less urgent, more regular, and my cock 
stood rigid as if guarding your pussy from intruders.

"Your turn?" you managed

"You need a rest," I told you.

You shook your head, "No, I mean your turn for 
something wild, I’ll show you. Then we must sleep."

I nodded. 

You pushed me on to my back, crawled down the bed and 
spread my legs, lifting my knees with my feet off the 
bed.

You grinned up my body, over my rigid cock and between 
my spread legs… "Hold you feet up," you instructed.

I did, and lost sight of you as you bobbed down.

What happened next was incredible.

First, No one has ever sucked my balls before. I nearly 
climaxed from that alone. The sensation was incredible. 
Hot, tight, yet gentle and entirely mobile, your mouth 
was a marvel of lustful sensation… then, still sucking 
on my balls, you wrapped your fingers around the shaft 
of my erection and started stroking it.

I could feel the tug of my rising balls against the 
sucking of your mouth, and knew I would come within a 
minute or two, but then your finger was pushing into my 
ass. The tight secret place invaded by a wholly 
unexpected sensation of penetration, and while your 
finger slid in and out of my ass, your hand was 
stroking the length of my shaft and your lips sucking 
on my captured balls. My hips were lunging in moments, 
and a climaxed with a flow of mixed sensations I had 
never imagined possible.

Within a minute, you were wrapped in my arms again, 
Firm breast against my still panting chest, and your 
lips, which a minute before had been sucking my balls, 
were planted against mine in a firm kiss as we drifted 
to sleep.

We woke more or less together, Your fair hair in may 
face and your full firm breasts in my arms, as daylight 
and the rising sun flooded the room shining straight 
into our eyes. You pulled the covers off and sat up 
then leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose before 
getting out of bed and going into the bathroom. I 
joined your a few minutes later in the shower, washing 
your back before you did mine. You dried quicker than I 
and went back out to the bedroom part of the suite and 
I thought - 'Ah well - over so soon, but memories of a 
wonderful night.'

As I finishing I could hear your moving round then 
silence again. So I went to find out what you were 
doing. You were waiting - having smoothed the debris of 
last night's passion on the bed into some semblance of 
tidiness - you sat cross-legged and naked on the bed. 
As I walked forward I felt my cock hardening again, 
rising in anticipation, reaching out towards you… But 
you held up your hand to stop me.

"It’s over David." You said simply…. "It was wonderful, 
and fun and you’re nice and you’re the first lover I 
have ever had apart from my husband… and you know more 
about my fantasies than any one else… including him. 
But I’m meeting him at the airport in two hours and 
somehow I have to straighten out my mind and be his 
wife again… Can you understand that?"

I could. In one hours time I would have to phone my 
wife before she took the kids to school. It was time to 
get back to normal.

Louise, (or whatever your real name is), I would like 
you to know that was my first time too. I would like to 
thank you for making it so wonderful. You are a 
wonderful lady and I’m glad it was with you.

I know we agreed not to continue it… but I dare to 
hope.

Hugs and kisses,

David.

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