Her husband figured picking up men would cheer her up. It did

Ned and I had been married just shy of nine years when I miscarried for the third time. The doctors said no more pregnancies, and they tied my tubes before releasing me from the hospital. I was quite depressed, knowing that at the age of 26 I could never give my husband the son he wanted. Would he dump me and marry a young fertile woman who could bear his child?

Ned was very loving and understanding in the days that followed, and made love to me morning and night. For seven weeks I was completely faithful to him, and he knew it. He had always understood my overactive sex drive, and from the beginning of our marriage all he asked was that I be open and honest with him. In fact he always loved to hear the naughty details of my affairs.

One reason I didn’t stray for seven weeks after the miscarriage was to give my curly red bush time to grow back. Although every man that has ever seen my vagina has told me it was beautiful, I thought it was just an unattractive gash, and I didn’t want anyone but Ned seeing it shaved after they tied my tubes.

But when Jake, my lover of five years, called me one day saying that he had to see me soon, I felt my panties dampen. Jake was 15 years my senior and was as well hung as my husband, with the endurance of a marathon runner in bed. I would usually spend about two hours in bed with him, and all but 10 or 15 minutes of that time he would have his cock buried in my snatch. My panties were always sopping wet with semen when I left Jake’s house, which always thrilled my kinky husband. When I told Ned the call had been from Jake, he knew that I was going to be one well-fucked lady the next time he saw me.

I drove out to Jake’s house and put my car in his garage, where he was waiting to close the door behind me. He embraced me as I stepped out of the car, pressing me against the fender as we kissed. I felt him pulling my skirt up as he sat me on the hood. He then pulled the crotch of my panties to one side and drove his rampant cock into my fleshy folds. He fucked me hard for less than a minute before I felt him throbbing as he released spurt after spurt of hot come into my cunt.

He stayed inside me until he went soft, then slipped out and pulled my panties into place, saying, “Thanks, babe, I really needed that.”

“Gosh, honey,” I said, “if you had said something beforehand I would have tucked my undies in my purse to make it easier for you. Are you finished?” I asked him jokingly. “Should I go now?”

He just smiled and took my hand, leading me into the house and up to his bedroom, where we stripped and crawled into bed. He had his cock inside me for the next two and a half hours, planting his seed three more times in my now infertile pussy.

Finally even Jake appeared to be fucked out, and I got dressed to leave. He was still nude as he walked me to the kitchen door. I turned to kiss him goodbye, only to find that he was sporting wood again. I couldn’t just leave him like that, so I gave him one more piece of ass, bending over the counter with my panties at mid-thigh to allow him rear entry.

Driving home, I recalled the last time I’d been with Jake, before my last pregnancy. Ned and I were being doubly careful, using both a diaphragm and a condom every time we had relations. But that day I had left my diaphragm behind, and had let Jake charm me out of my pants and inseminate my unprotected vagina not once but twice. I told Ned this when I got home. He wasn’t mad, just disappointed that I hadn’t insisted on protection. He didn’t mention Jake when I tested positive and we knew I was pregnant, but a few weeks later he told me that even if I did have Jake’s child in my womb, he still loved me more than he knew how to express.

Now I had just enjoyed some very good extramarital sex, and was going home to a husband who would no doubt whisk me into bed and make sweet tender love to me with my lover’s come oozing copiously from my unfaithful pussy. I was a lucky woman, but I was still depressed and down about not being able to give Ned a child.

As I expected, Ned was waiting for me when I got home, and he embraced me the moment I walked in. “How was Jake?” he whispered when he broke our kiss. I replied that he had been horny, really horny, and I had better go clean up the mess he had made. “Oh, no you don’t,” Ned said as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me up to our bedroom. There he gently set me down and quickly stripped me to my panties before easing me onto the bed and then stripping himself.

Only then did he pull my sodden panties off to look longingly at my gaping cunt. There wasn’t any foreplay; he just mounted and entered me. “Oh, baby,” he whispered. “It’s been way too long since you brought me some sloppy seconds, and this feels incredibly good!”

“You’re further down the line than you think, honey,” I told him. “I’ve already been hosed five times.”

Well, Ned wasn’t about to let an older man out-fuck him, so by the time we went down to get something to eat, he too had fucked me five times.
As I said, Ned knows me very well, and when we returned to bed he lovingly took me in his arms and asked me what was bothering me. When I told him he reassured me again that he loved me more than anything, and nothing was going to change that. We talked long into the night, and finally made sweet love and went to sleep.

The next morning Ned told me he had a plan to make me feel better. He was going to Houston for two weeks for a business seminar, which would be a perfect opportunity for me to be a carefree single woman, doing anything I wanted with whomever I chose, without having to be responsible to anyone but myself.

I told him that while I enjoyed flirting with strangers and occasionally screwing them, I always felt happy knowing that he was there if I needed him, for reassurance and safety. He then came up with another idea. I would go with him to Houston, but we would check into separate rooms, and not communicate with one another while we were there, unless I felt I was in danger. I said that sounded like an excellent plan, and we made the necessary arrangements.

When we got to Houston the following Sunday we checked in to our hotel, then went across the street for a couple of drinks. Afterwards Ned saw me to my room, kissed me at the door and then asked for my wedding ring, since I was now a single girl in town for a good time. But I pulled my hand away, saying, “I may be in town to have good time, but I’m married, and the ring stays on.”

After unpacking I was tempted to order room service, but then I decided I might as well scope out the action and see what was going on. I had purchased some special clothes for this trip, clothes that I normally wouldn’t wear—low-cut dresses that revealed as much of my full breasts as possible without being indecent, and were also scandalously short. Most were skin-tight sheaths that clung to my 34C-23-32 figure and showed the lines of whatever lingerie I might wear.

I chose a white dress and some very brief panties, with an even briefer transparent bra that barely covered my tits. If that outfit didn’t attract a good-looking guy, I figured, I might as well just go home and cry for the next two weeks.

My husband was sitting at the bar when I walked in, and his eyes just about popped out of his head. I walked right past him, sitting down about three stools away from him, conscious of the fact that nearly every man in that lounge was watching me.

I hadn’t been there for a minute before a handsome young man joined me, insisting on buying me a drink. He wasn’t my type, but I accepted his offer and even flirted with him a little. But he quickly moved on when a slender, very handsome man who looked like a cowboy sat down on the other side of me and politely introduced himself as Slater.

He was over six feet tall and appeared to be about my age. I told him my name as I uncrossed my legs and crossed them the other way, giving him a brief glimpse of my panty-covered crotch, which certainly captured his attention. He began to flirt quite openly, making blunt sexual comments about my body. He boldly told me that I had the largest breasts he’d ever seen on such a petite woman. I smiled and told him he wasn’t the first man to tell me that, but that I was used to it, having had them since I was 16. Our banter went back and forth for over an hour while we consumed several drinks, until he finally leaned close to me and said, “Do you have the same color of red hair on your pretty little pussy as you have on your lovely head?”

I patted his hand, saying, “Nearly every man I meet wants to know that, Slater, but only my husband knows for sure.”

He grasped my hand with his, saying, “And just where is your husband tonight?

“He’s at home,” I said. “We had a little tiff, and I told him I needed to get away and get my head straight for a couple of weeks.”

With that he moved my hand to his groin, placing it on his meaty package as he said, “Do you think a little of my Texas cock could help straighten it out?”

I could feel him getting hard under my touch, and I quickly removed my hand. His own hand slipped up my inner thigh, and almost automatically I uncrossed my legs, giving him better access even as I tried to push his hand back, saying, “No, only my husband has touched that.” I didn’t want to show my eagerness to have this hunk feel me up, but at the same time I relaxed my grip on his hand, giving him unspoken permission to continue.

His fingers danced over my wet panties as he whispered, “From what I can tell, you’re enjoying having someone else touch it.” I said something about not cheating on my husband, but he said, “Would it be cheating if you considered being with me physical therapy? I’m sure it would give both of us a great deal of pleasure. Shall we go up to my room?”

I wanted to go with him, but I also wanted the security of being in my own room, so Ned would know where I was. “No, I can’t go to your room,” I told him. “I do think I’d like to go to bed with you, but I can’t do that without my diaphragm.” His finger slipped under my panties and snaked its way up my cunt, aided by my copious flow of pussy cream. I looked into his eyes then, saying, “If we went to my room instead, I could get my diaphragm and put it on.”

He stood up then and offered his hand to help me from my stool. My skirt slid up as I came off it, giving anyone in sight a lingering view of my red bush through my transparent panties. I put my arm around Slater as we walked out, leaving everyone watching us knowing without any doubt that this stud was about to breed a new mare. I noticed that Ned had already left the bar and was now sitting in the lobby, watching from behind a newspaper as Slater escorted me to the elevators.

Inside the elevator car he drew me close, kissing me tenderly as we ascended, while his huge hands cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me snugly against his growing bulge.

Once in my room I went straight to my suitcase and pretended to look for my diaphragm, which of course wasn’t there, as I had no need for it. “Damn it,” I said. “My husband must have gone in there and taken my diaphragm out.”

Slater didn’t seem to care about this. He quickly stepped over to me and took me in his arms again, kissing me deeply as his hot tongue found its way into my mouth, sparking new fires in my loins. A minute later I felt the zipper of my dress being lowered and my flimsy bra being unhooked. He brushed the garments away and they slipped to the floor.

When our lips parted he pushed me back to gaze at my full firm breasts, their large swollen nipples now hard as rocks. “My God,” he said. “Your breasts are more beautiful than I imagined. Your nipples are as hard as my cock. I can’t wait to see that pretty little pussy you’re still hiding. Damn, you are the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever undressed.”

He kissed me again as his fingers danced over my sopping crotch, sending my desire soaring. “Feel my cock,” he whispered then. “See what I have for you to enjoy.”

I glanced down to see that his jeans and shorts were around his knees, and that there was over eight inches of thick meaty erect cock jutting up from his curly black pubic nest. I reached to cup his large testicles with one hand while unsuccessfully trying to encircle the shaft of his cock with the other. It had to be among the largest cocks I’d ever seen, and I was dying to have it in my pussy.

Still playing my game, I told him, “I’d love to feel that inside me, but I can’t without protection.” With that he immediately began sweet-talking me into letting him give me pleasure orally. I was soon on my back on the bed, with Slater drawing my panties down and off. I pressed my thighs tightly together in mock modesty, but allowed him to spread them to expose my pink fleshy snatch. I felt it flower open, revealing the entrance to my vagina, into which he promptly stuck his long pointed tongue. That tongue probed and twisted around in my cunt much as it had done in my mouth, as his nose stimulated my aching clit.

It took him less than a minute to send me reeling into an orgasm that left me gasping for breath. When I recovered he was smiling down at me, asking if he could just put his cock in for a moment, promising he wouldn’t come inside me.

I pulled him down, moaning, “Fuck me, Slater, fuck me. But go slow, you’re so much larger than my husband.”

He eased his cock into my slippery receptive cunt then, until he was completely sheathed in my fleshy folds and I felt his balls against my ass. We remained still, savoring the sensation of being united for the first time. He kissed me with passion as I squeezed him rhythmically with my inner cunt muscles.

“My God, lady,” he whispered. “You have the tightest, hottest, slickest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“Well, your cock is huge, my friend,” I told him. “It’s stretching me more and going deeper into me than any I’ve ever had before. I’m ready now. I want you to fuck me until we both come.”

“I’ll pull out before I come,” he assured me again as he started to move.

“No,” I said. “Don’t ruin it by pulling out. I want to feel you empty your big balls in my vagina, the way nature intended. Fuck my husband,” I added. “He shouldn’t have taken my protection away from me. Just fuck me like I want and need it!”

Well, that was fine with Slater, and he proved to be an even better stud than I’d hoped, fucking me soundly for about 20 minutes before releasing a torrent of semen into the furthest reaches of my vagina, setting off my second orgasm. I don’t know whether it was just getting some strange pussy or the thought of possibly knocking up another man’s wife that kept him hard all night, but we didn’t sleep until after the sun came up. I lost track of how many times we came, but it was quite a large number for both of us.

I could easily have spent the entire two weeks screwing Slater, but I only enjoyed one more blissful night of having my pussy packed with his cock before he announced that his wife would be coming out to join him for the rest of his stay. We thanked each other and parted, after fucking two more times before he left.

When he was gone I immediately started thinking about the next man I would pick up. I decided I would be very choosy about it, making sure I again hooked up with one who was well hung and young enough to keep up with me.

My husband had been right—this trip really cheered me up and made me feel much better about myself.

—Name and address withheld