A Woman’s Options

I wanted to share something that happened over a year ago, that I have thought about everyday since. My name is Sherin. My friend Barb and I have know each other since we were kids, we have been through everything together. We are both in our early 40′s, have wonderful husbands and for the most part we are very happy with our lives. Barb and I have owned and run a business together for 10 years now at a small strip mall in town.

I am a tall and full figured blonde and I’d like to think I’ve taken good care of myself. Barb is about 5’5″ with long brunette hair, a medium build and large full breasts. She’s the talker at the store and gets a lot of attention from our male customers. She takes the flirtation for what it is and then leaves it alone, she never led a man to believe she was interested and would establish she was married if a man made the slightest notion that he was interested. One day and one man changed that. I once heard a saying that a man is only as faithful as his options, well I will tell you I witnessed and experienced first hand that a woman is just as faithful as her options, too. It changed ours lives.

At the close of a slow day in January a young man in his mid-20′s walked in the store, Barb asked how she could help him. As usual, it didn’t take long before the man started flirting with her. He was tall, well built and very cute. I could hear them talking as I closed out one of the registers, but I wasn’t listening to what was said until I heard her ask, “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you?”

My head snapped up and I looked at them. He replied that he wasn’t concerned about her age or his. I could tell by her body language, words and eyes that she was very interested in him. Their voices became low as they talked and I couldn’t hear what was being said, then Barb kissed him on the cheek and walked over to lock the entrance to the store. Walking back, she held the mans hand and walked him to the back room door. I was confused and very mad as I said, “BARBARA!” as if to scold her with my disgust. “What is going on?!?”. She said this is, Mark and this something she needs that she can’t get or do at home. I was still just as mad and confused, “What about John?”. “What about him? He is where I need him to be right now; at home. Trust me, you’ll know what I mean.”, she explained as she walked the man back into our break room.

I stood there furious and wanted to call her husband, John, to come to the store, but something in me was curious. After a few minutes that curiosity took me to the break room where I found the two embraced in a deep kiss. He had her blouse and bra open, grasping her breasts as she was gripping his cock through his jeans. I just stood there and watched, wanting to say something, but couldn’t. Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned his pants. Her voice trembled as she held his cock in her hands, “You’re a lot bigger than my husband.” I thought the same, though he wasn’t as long as my husband, he was much thicker as noticed her fingers didn’t touch while she was stroking him. Still nervous she told him she wanted him.

After undressing, she laid on the couch and opened her legs. He was getting frustrated as he struggled to get in her, she then reached down to hold the head of his cock against her. She began moving her hips to work him inside her. The room filled with a deep, guttural moan as he finally penetrated her. Looking down at her, he asked if she was ok. Gasping, she said, “Oh yes…get it in there, get it in there”. He slowly started pressing into her and she was moaning so loud I was worried people in the neighboring stores would hear what was going on. She yelled, “Go on! Go on!” as he started to fuck her harder and faster. I sat down and began rubbing my clit as I watched him have his way with her.

“God DAMN you know how to fuck!” she said, as his rhythm brought her an amazing orgasm, he kept still inside of her as she shook from cumming on him. He then continued to pound her and pulled out and shot his load of cum on her thighs and stomach. Watching them cum like that brought me to my own orgasm, it felt dirty considering the situation, but felt so damn good at the same time. Barb then sat up and Mark asked her stand as he took the cushions off of the couch and placed them on the floor. He was still rock hard and I realized they weren’t done yet.

He laid her down on the cushions and the sound of her voice displayed how impressed she was with his stamina. After he was on top of her, he placed his hands over top of her shoulders and began to fuck her harder than he did the first time! He was relentless and I couldn’t believe she was able to take him like that. He then pushed all the way inside and got as high up on top of her as he could and just held still when he asked her to move her hips on his cock. Barb began to buck her hips as she held her hands tightly to his arms. She was screaming in a wild passion and suddenly let go of his arms and held his ass as her hips were bucking out of control involuntarily! It was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever seen! Mark pinned his hands down tightly to the floor over her shoulders as she started to slide away from him. Her arms flailed all over, her hands grabbing what they could, her legs were tight against him.

I rubbed my clit furiously as I watched and listened to them, it was a leg stiffening orgasm that had me wanting more. Barb’s body still twitched as she came down off her orgasm, she was breathing heavily and the look on her face was unbelievable as she stared towards me, but she wasn’t seeing anything…she was outside of herself. Mark stayed steady on top of her and was trying to talk to her, but she wasn’t hearing anything. She came to when he started to pump in and out of her, she started to laugh and said, “Oh my God! What was that?!?!”. Mark didn’t last much longer when Barb began to squeeze his cock with her pussy, he was very vocal with what she was doing to him. After a few hard and deliberate thrusts he exhaled loudly as he came inside of her! He pulled out and let her rest for a moment before lying on his back and pulling her on top of him.

She straddled him and lowered herself down and began working him back and forth, he again showed praise for how she gripped him tight. Her pace changed as she started gyrating her hips in a fast circular motion to the right and then switching to the left. He fondled her breasts and grabbed at her hips. I couldn’t believe the feelings that were going through my mind and had to keep looking at my wedding band to keep my hands away from them. Suddenly those feelings got the best of me and I latched onto the base of his cock with my hand and began stroking what wasn’t inside Barb, while she rode him. He gasped loudly in approval of what I was doing. I then reached and held one of Barb’s breasts, moments later he said was going to cum. With a sense of urgency I asked her to get up, then I jacked him off and watched in amazement as ropes of cum shot from his cock onto my hands and his body. I kept stroking him after and licked the shaft several times before moving away.

They laid next to each other for a moment, then Barb asked him if he’d like to be with me. He said yes. I told them both that I wanted to, but I couldn’t as I had already crossed the line and felt terrible about doing it. She took hold of his now limp cock and began to work him. I wanted him so bad, though he was limp he was still bigger than my husband Rob. It didn’t take long for him to get hard again, when he offered me to get on top of him. I couldn’t do it. I was soaking wet and turned on more than I ever had been in my life, but something was stopping me from fucking him. Barb stood up and said to me that this is something that, at most, happens one time in your life, it will never happen like this again, even if he walked in the store the next day…it wouldn’t be like this. My mind started to change, but I was still not going to do it.

Mark came over and stood next to me as I sat in the chair, I couldn’t help but to look and take hold of his massive tower. I couldn’t get the head of his cock past the lips of my mouth, so I again licked his shaft, my heart was racing with him in my hands. He picked probably the only moment my will power would give out when he gently lifted me up by my arm. He turned me around, raised my dress and dropped my underwear and bent me over the chair. It was crazy how moments ago I was not wanting be unfaithful to Rob, to suddenly being worried if I would be able to satisfy Mark the way Barb just did. I felt myself panting as he worked his way in me, I had never felt anything like it. He was about half way in when he leaned back and asked me to push back on him, it allowed me to take most of him in, I felt so filled as I shook from overwhelming feelings coming from everywhere in my mind. He stood up, reached under and held my breasts as he started picking up his pace.

He then pulled me completely upright with him and held me tight as he rolled his hips against me from behind. I was moaning loudly from the way he was making me feel, but I knew that no matter what he did and as good as it was, he couldn’t make me cum from this position. I wanted to ride him and he was quick to allow me to do so. Once I had him inside me again, I positioned myself making sure my clit would rub his pelvic bone as I rode him. I was slow at first, then I began moving fast, grinding myself against him. I felt myself begin to pulse against the thickness of his cock, it then began throbbing around him as I screamed out loud while cumming. I felt him start to cum and planted myself down on him as hard as I could to make sure he came inside me. He reached up to my shoulders and pushed me down while I kept moving my hips down on him, the feeling when he let loose was unlike anything I was used to. We stared at each other, as if in a trance for a moment. I didn’t want to get up, but I had to get off of him. He was the best fuck I’ve ever had, at the same time it almost felt like I had been in a fight…I was exhausted and physically having a hard time moving.

The three of us got dressed and cleaned up the best we could. We exchanged phone numbers with Mark and watched him get in his car as we left the store. I felt so nervous about going home as I saw that Rob had called me many times during this episode. Barb said John had called and text a lot too. What had seemed like a short intense time had actually taken hours. Hours I would never forget, nor would I regret it. We would both go see Mark about once a month at his place, sometimes after work, other times on the weekends. It was always a great experience, this young man showed us both there is always something out there to find. Being faithful housewives felt good all those years, right up until some options were opened up to us. No strings are attached and neither one of us have looked back since.

Yours, Sherin