She understands she’s playing with fire but just can’t help herself

I know my husband is doing his best, but he’s in his late 40s and I’m only 37, and our sex life is dull and uninspiring, which I guess is what’s led me to extramarital relations that even to me sometimes seem ravenous.

Once when I was traveling with my husband on a business trip we had problems with the TV in the room. He reported it to the desk, and the next day, while he was doing work stuff, a ­really attractive man of 25 or so came to fix it. While he worked, I couldn’t help staring. I even remember smelling his sexy cologne. While I sat at the foot of the bed I made casual conversation. As we talked, I slid my skirt hem up until it reached mid-thigh. Then, act­ing like I was looking out the window, I opened my knees. From the corner of my eye I saw him glance between my legs.

When he finished, he put his tools away but seemed slow at it. I said, “Thank you. How can I repay you? I’d be so bored here with nothing to do, all alone, all day.” He just fidgeted. “Oh,” I said, “your shirt is wet with sweat. Why don’t you take it off?” Meanwhile, I had undone two buttons on my blouse.

“I should go,” he said. “Before I get in trouble.”

“No one will ever know but us,” I said, undoing another button, then putting a hand on his crotch. He wavered. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my hem up to my waist, exposing my stockings and panty crotch. I undid my blouse and bra and there stood topless.

He was out of his clothing in a flash and came to me at the foot of the bed, stroking himself. He moved my head to his cock. I opened my mouth, and he pushed it in. I sucked him for a minute or two, when he pulled out and pushed me back on the bed and spread my legs. He got on top of me, probed for my entrance and slammed in! We had the wildest sex until he blasted inside me. We lay there exhausted until his cell phone rang. He answered it and then rushed out.

All I could think then was, what if he got me pregnant? It would be my fault entirely. The rest of the trip I was more careful. I had sex in a taxi, but the man pulled out, coating my pubic hair. When I got home, I spent a worried week and a half before my period arrived.

So I’ve gotten more careful, but I haven’t slowed down. I still need the gratification my husband can’t give me. Like a few months ago I went to visit my cousin who’s divorced and lives in a rough neighborhood. In the lobby of her building I noticed three younger black males who really looked me over. They followed me into the elevator, and on the way up I got horny as hell.

When I got to my cousin’s apartment she didn’t answer the door. I don’t know where the hell she was! So I got back in the elevator, which was empty, and because it was hot, I undid a couple of blouse buttons. A few floors below, the elevator stopped and the three black guys got in! Their eyes all but popped out when they saw my open blouse.

Suddenly the elevator stopped! One guy tried the door, but it was stuck. It’s a ratty building, and we were stuck. The lights dimmed, and then one of the guys was kissing me and sliding a finger down my cleavage and under my bra.

I could have stopped it, but I didn’t want to. Those guys had me really horny! One guy pulled me close and got his knees between my legs. Hands clutched at my skirt, pulling it up to my waist, and my panties were yanked down. The guy hugging me fished for his zipper, and pulled out his hard cock. He entered me and fucked me, pressed up against the wall. By the time the elevator came back on, all three guys fucked me. I cleaned up as best I could and made my way home.

Luckily I got my period, but one of these times I may not be so lucky.

—Name and address withheld