Cheating Wife, by Short Skirt, illustrated, animated gif

I'm 33, married, no kids, nice house, 2 cars, boat, you get the picture. I am considered to be a classy lady, I work as a paralegal and my husband is a salesman for a construction supply company. He's a good man but as in a lot of marriages, the romance died after a few years and the sex was infrequent and unsatisfying.

Still, I never thought seriously about cheating for a long time. Until I started going out on weekends with some of the ladies from work. We'd go to clubs and drink and dance with guys much younger than us. I knew a couple of the girls would often cheat on their husbands on these nights out, but the most I would allow to happen would be a little grope of my ass on the dance floor or maybe a quick little kiss.

The girls' nights out took place about once a month, and in retrospect I guess it was inevitable that I would misbehave at some point. It happened on my 31st birthday. My husband was away at a convention and had phoned me to tell me we would celebrate my birthday when he got home. My girlfriends had different ideas. They took me out for dinner and then to the club. I was wearing a cute little pleated skirt and was feeling pretty tipsy from the wine at my birthday dinner.

After a couple more drinks at the club that little skirt was twirling pretty good on the dance floor and showing more than normal. Lots of handsome young men with muscular bodies were all over me asking to dance. One thing led to another and next thing I knew I was giving one of them a blowjob in his car.

         

He tried hard to get my panties off but somehow, drunk as I was, I wasn't ready to make that leap just yet. When the club closed my best friend Lena took me to her place and I slept there. In the morning I felt incredibly guilty but she just laughed.

"Pfft!" she said, "I've been cheating on Jeff for years. Hey, if our men can't service our pussies, we have the right to get them serviced elsewhere."

My husband got home the following day and took me out for a belated birthday dinner. I could barely look him in the face, but I tried to act as if nothing had happened. I told him the girls had taken me out for dinner and drinks. I saw him look at me strangely a couple of times and I wondered if he suspected. When we got home he made passionate love to me, something that hadn't happened in a long time.
            

I knew then that he did suspect something. I made up my mind that if I went out again with the girls that I was going to behave and not endanger my marriage.

My intentions were good, but the road to hell is paved with those. Not even a month later, I was back out in the club parking lot, in the back seat of a stranger's car sucking cock. This time it didn't stop there. He was so young and hard-bodied and handsome I had to let
him kiss me and suck my nipples. His hand slid inside my little pink panties and before I knew it they were sliding down my legs and off. I was past the point of no return and I let him slip in between my thighs and shove his hard cock into my sopping pussy.
             

He didn't fuck me for long, maybe a minute, before his body went stiff and he unloaded his cum into me. When we went back inside Lena knew and bought me a celebratory drink. I didn't know if I should be celebrating or feeling guilty but I took the drink anyway. The young guy who had just fucked me was pestering me for a phone number and a date but I brushed him off. No way was I going to start an affair. I stayed at Lena's place that night, as she said it would be a mistake to risk going home with the smell of sex on me.

When I got home the next morning (all showered and cleaned up) my husband said little but I could see he was shooting little glances at me when he thought I was looking. I thought to myself "He knows!" but he didn't interrogate me or anything like that. As I thought back to my back seat sex of the previous night I was very excited and ended up locking myself in the bathroom and fingering myself till I came.

It will come as no surprise that from that point I got fucked by a stranger just about every night I went out. Lena was always there to cover for me and phone my husband to tell him I was too drunk to drive home and would stay at her place or some such story. Then one night I made a mistake which turned out to be a turning point in my life and especially in my marriage. Lena and her husband had gone on vacation, so there was no chance to use her place to hide out. I went out anyway, promising myself that there would be no hanky-panky that night. Famous last words. After a few drinks I was led out to the parking lot by a young stud and I found myself in his lap sucking his cock in his car.
            

Soon he was thoroughly fucking me and unbeknownst to me he had arranged a little plan with his buddy. As he had my legs over his shoulders and his stiff cock pumping my pussy, I was aware of the front car door opening, someone climbing in and starting it up. I panicked and struggled to get out from under him but he was immensely strong and I was unable to do anything. His buddy drove for about 15 minutes or so and when I was allowed to get up I saw that we were in a wooded area.

I started screaming at them to take me home or I would call the cops. They laughed and said that I would suck and fuck them both and they would drive me home. Or I could refuse and they would dump me out of the car and I could find my own way home. I started crying and I begged them to take me home, that I was married and I'd never been with 2 guys at once before.

The guy who had already fucked me just put his arm around me and started feeling my tits and playing with my pussy which was still dripping wet and starting to ooze his cum. The horniness and the helplessness took over and I let him push my head down to his now soft cock. It wasn't long before I felt him stiffen up again. He pulled out of my mouth and nodded his head to the other guy who was watching us from the front seat. We all got out of the car and he pushed me on the car hood. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, slid his throbbing cock deep in me and I moaned in pleasure.
           

Then I was made to get down on the grass on all fours. One lay on his back in front of me and motioned me to take his cock in my mouth. I felt the other one position himself behind me and poke the head of his cock into my waiting pussy. Then he slammed it all the way in, in one stroke. He pounded me so hard it was difficult to keep sucking his friend.

Eventually I felt him shoot his hot cum into me and they stopped for a smoke. I pleaded to be taken home but they laughed again and shook their heads. When they were done smoking, I was pushed to bend over the car’s hood and they switched positions. He offered me his cock in my mouth while his friend was fucking me.
             

This time I received a load of cum in my mouth as well as my pussy. I was ordered to swallow it, something I had never ever done. I gagged and retched but managed to swallow two or three loads of cum down my throat, before I got his cock all the way out, and started kissing and licking it while he kept cuming all over me.
            

At that point we all get dressed but they took my panties which they said was their fare for being my taxi home. Once again I pleaded to no avail. I was driven home with no panties and with cum oozing out of my pussy onto my skirt. To my horror I saw that the clock in the car said 3:20 a.m. They drove me to my street and let me out a few doors down from my house. I went to my front door with the most horrible sinking feeling in my gut. Then I thought that the lateness might save me that my husband would be asleep and I could sneak in and get cleaned up and concoct some story about why I was late. It was not to be.

He was sitting on the stairs waiting for me. I looked at him and knew that he knew and I burst into tears. I figured my marriage was over. To my shock he got up and walked over to me and put his arm around me and started to lead me upstairs. I started to blurt put my cover story but he quickly pressed his finger to my lips.

At the top of the stairs he suddenly swept me off my feet and carried me to the bedroom. I was thrown onto the bed and he undressed me. I tried to stop him before he saw I had no panties but he wouldn't be stopped. He didn't show any surprise at the absence of the little white panties I had left home with earlier. I felt a combination of shame, guilt and embarrassment, but my need to get fucked one more time overcame the guilt and I begged him to take me.

He obliged and I saw his body glisten with sweat as he pounded my ravaged cunt. I pulled his face down and kissed him and told him I loved him as I came violently. Somewhere during our lovemaking I realised he had known all along and he didn't mind, in fact he wanted me to cheat.

Life had taken a major turn. In the morning we found it difficult to look at each other but when our eyes did meet, I saw something in his eyes that told me I was in charge now. It was obvious he didn't feel at ease talking about my infidelity, but that he could live with it and in fact desired it. The dominant female in me stirred and came to life.