[Cheating] Other men's wives

[Bredjones]

Originally Posted by majinman

Seconded. Hahahaha

Hey when u have a story to get out u get it out right?

[Leviticus59]

Bredjones,
There's a lotta entertainment value in that story, and it has the ring of truth. Thanks for posting.

I have a married wife story of my own, but figured it might go on for two pages. After reading yours I'm thinking maybe I'll write it up and post it anyway.

[Bredjones]

I appreciate being appreciated my friend. And it's true. And I spared you all the bullshit that went into the confrontation with her husband. They were both very cartoonish and hokey. Had all these movie-like catch phrases like it was a play or something. I thought at one point that maybe this was just their kink. You know, lure a guy in and then play out the whole drama. But I doubt that included the ass whipping. Who knows tho. I'd love to hear your story. I'll trade you the one where I got sorta beat up....by the married woman

[ev1l0ne]

Bredjones,

I like your style of writing. If inclined, I vote you write more.

[Bredjones]

I intend to. I've got a bunch of them. Thinking about starting a new thread all about sex at work. Something I REALLY know something about lol. I think if I chronologically list those exploits I should get everything worth telling in there

[Leviticus59]

Inspired by BredJones's entertaining opus, I thought I'd share a "cheating wife" story of my own.


At one point in my working career I was the head of maintenance for a large fleet of medium-duty trucks. School buses, to be exact. The job was long hours and lots of paperwork hassle, but it did have one distinct fringe benefit; a constant stream of bus drivers coming and going from their routes, a few of them being quite attractive housewives. I, meanwhile, was struggling through a bad, 15-year first marriage, and was just plodding through the motions of life. When any sex did happen (which was, ohhhh, every couple of months maybe) she was a cold fish and would become visibly exasperated if it took more than 10 minutes. And that was the least of my problems. Home life in general was perfectly awful.

After I'd been running the bus lot for about a year one of those driver housewives, a great looking 40-ish redhead, began hanging around the shop more than she reasonably should have. I was so wrapped up in my own domestic problems it took my dumb ass a while to notice what she was up to. When it finally did dawn on me I thought to myself, "the last thing I need right now is another layer of complexity on a situation I'm barely managing as it is." I'd been raised to believe that you stayed with a marriage through thick and thin, but I felt stuck and trapped. So, I tolerated the redhead's come-ons and merely flirted her right back. This went on for several months becoming more forward and overt as time went on. Finally she took matters into her own hands and asked me to take her to lunch. Just for fun, she said. A change of pace. Gossip about everybody else at work.

Well . . . okay. So we went to lunch. There was so much sexual tension between us we didn't do too much talking. Kinda sat there and exchanged pleasantries, talked about the weather, some general get-to-know-ya type things, lots of silence and smiling. After lunch she suggested we drive down the street to a quiet public park to "continue our conversation," which we did. I do realize this all sounds like she was leading a reluctant and clueless newbie by the nose, which it exactly was. I found out later she'd been down this road more than once but I was a cheating neophyte. I'm still not exactly sure who touched who first, but after we'd been sitting in the car for about 10 minutes making a losing effort at talking, we were suddenly all over each other, kissing and petting like crazy. About 10 minutes after that her pretty red head was bobbing up and down in my lap, my cock banging against her tonsils. I was so blown away by what was happening I couldn't concentrate and work up an orgasm. She worked at it for a while longer, uttering small pleasure grunts and making lots of sucking noises, but finally gave up and giggled a little, came up for air, and we deliciously made out a while longer with her slowly and lazily stroking my still rock-hard cock.

At some point we eventually made it back to work. Needless to say, I didn't get much done the rest of the day. Following the afternoon bus routes I purposely hung around to see what might happen. Sure enough, she appeared at my office door with a wry smile just to say goodbye. I was ready for her this time and pulled her into my office, slammed and locked the door, and we immediately picked right up where we'd left off. She flopped right down to her knees and sucked me up, then turned around and bent over my desk in an unspoken invitation to fuck her from behind. I flipped her dress up over her back and discovered she was pantyless. In fact, she never wore any underwear, and claimed she didn't own any. I know I never saw any the whole time I knew her. And she never wore slacks or pants. Ever. Always a skirt. So she bent over my desk and I shoved my cock into her, and right then the porno soundtrack started. She was absolutely the noisiest chick I had ever fucked. Imagine the most obnoxious panting/whining/screaming/yelling porno chick performance you've ever heard and you about have her pegged. And she was that noisy every single subsequent time I ever fucked her. As soon as the head of my cock touched her pussy lips that moaning and yelling would start up, and would not stop until we stopped fucking. Sometimes she made so much noise I had difficulty staying focused enough to cum. So, that first afternoon I'm pumping away and she's putting on such a vocal performance I was afraid she was going to get us busted, but by that point I didn't care.

I stopped long enough to turn her around and planted her ass on the edge of the desk. She had helpfully unbuttoned her blouse by this time so I got my first good look at her naked. Tall girl; about five-eight. And lean. She never weighed more than about 135. Cute li'l teacup titties, with tiny, button nipples. Wide, womanly hips, and even after two kids, a perfectly flat stomach. And the pièce de résistance; a perfect, triangularly shaped, tangerine colored muff. God, her muff was beautiful. Thick and soft, and always changing. I'd pull her dress up to fuck her and it'd suddenly be gone, or trimmed down to a box. Then it'd be back to a full triangle. Always a surprise, and always a pleasure to behold.

She leaned back, pulled her legs up and we started fucking again. I drank in the sight of my cock rhythmically disappearing beneath her beautiful orange thatch, and finally felt the cum pressure building. Ignoring her yelping, I came so hard it felt like my diaphragm was being sucked out along with the jizz. We stood there for a long while afterward, her skirt on the floor, my pants around my ankles, locked in a tight embrace, kissing deeply, my semi-hardon pressed firmly against her muff. "Mmm, I gotta go home," she murmured finally. "Told the kids I was going to make chocolate chip cookies tonight."

To be continued~

[Leviticus59]

Thus began a torrid, two-year affair that nearly consumed us both. We were soon fucking every day and occasionally twice a day. About half the time we were hooking up on Saturdays to tear off yet another one. Figuring out a place was a serious issue, as there were always people around the bus lot and shop, so we had to get pretty creative, and nearly got busted numerous times. For all I know we did get seen once in a while, but were so into it we never noticed. We got screwing in the back of a school bus refined to an art. After a brief warm-up she'd climb into a back seat on her knees and I'd bone her standing in the narrow isle. The harder I fucked her the better she liked it. I'd pound her so hard I was nearly hurting myself, with her exhorting me to fuck her all the harder. More than once I stopped and felt the whole bus rocking side to side so much it was squeaking the suspension.

She was sexually insatiable. No matter how hard or how often I fucked her she was always up for another romp, even and hour or so later. I'm certain I creamed her more times in that two years than I had my wife in the previous fifteen. There was nothing she didn't like either. For a change of pace I'd have her suck me off, pull out of her mouth at the last second and hose cum all over her face. As I was cumming she'd tell me I'd better get it all on her face too. We met down the road at a public park pretty frequently. One day I dared her to show up the next day wearing nothing but a coat. I remember that next day was chilly and rainy, but as I pulled into the parking lot she jumped out of her car, whipped her coat open, that lean body completely naked, mincing her thighs back and forth. She got fucked real good that day.

Once in a while we'd steal away for an afternoon, rent a motel room and just wear each other out. Next day I'd be going around sort of bowlegged nursing a tender cock and she'd just laugh, teasing me about how thoroughly she'd out fucked me. I remember thinking at the time that had we been married, she'd have made the perfect gang-bang sl*t-wife, but I was too much in love with her to contemplate that for more than a second.

I once had an employee who described falling in love as "getting stupid." A fairly accurate description when you think about it. Being in a state of extreme emotional and sexual starvation when I met the redhead, it took me about 1.7 fucks to get deeply stupid over her. She could feel those vibes, and even though she was in a place she'd been before, it caused her to go off the edge too. So we were a pretty pathetic pair, fucking every day like it was our very last fuck on earth, after which she'd say glumly, "well....gotta go home and face the music, I guess." I'll spare you all the gory details of that drama, but we both eventually got busted by our respective spouses, which only slowed us down for about a month each time.

All good things must eventually come to an end, and so did with me and the redhead, for a variety of reasons. This all happened 20 years ago, but I still luxuriate in the memories from time to time. She was the finest fuck I ever had, the gold standard by which every other woman I've ever been with is measured. I ended up getting divorced. Somehow, she stayed married.

[Bredjones]

I loved it Leviticus. Wonder why someone always has something less than positive to say.

[malakabufo]

I like that story. And I believe it as something similar, although not quite a wild, happened to me many years ago before I was married. I remember walking around with a sore cock from wild fucking. And since I've been married 24 years now, it is only a memory. She was married and I was single. Absolutely the best sucking and fucking ever. The strange thing is that after all these years, I still talk with her.

Good writing, Leviticus. Maybe not quite bibical, but I enjoyed it.

[Leviticus59]

Originally Posted by malakabufo

. . I believe it as something similar, although not quite a wild, happened to me many years ago before I was married . . .

Man, it was wild. If somebody had told me that story I never would've believed it. Sometimes I muse about the chance of running into someone like her and wonder how common women like her are. The only downside to it was that she only had one speed, which was maximum speed. There were times I wished I could have gotten her to calm down, go at it slowly and savor the experience. She never wanted any of that shit, however. It was either fuck me full blast or don't fuck me at all.