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Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

Date: 1/29/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: AshleighMixon, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

Pat, an older guy I dated for a short time just before I started dating my husband. Todd looked to be a few years older than me, probably his early thirties, but Pat was almost ten years older me and the experienced showed. Before I slept with him, I thought I knew my way around the bedroom. I never had any complaints, but Pat gave me a new lesson just about every night while we dated. One of the tutorials centered around deep throating and he wouldn’t let me push his hands away. I lowered my lips to the base of Todd’s cock and took him into my throat. My technique started a little rusty, but I kept myself focused and took my time. He responded by tightening his hand’s grip on me. I repeated the process and he rewarded me. It came as a surprise. He gave none of the tell tale signs that he was even close. I didn’t have any time to prepare before I felt the cum exploding out of him. His bitter yet delicious cum shot into the back of my throat and because it came as a surprise the hot, thick liquid ended up on my lips, dripping down my chin and on to my chest. He gave me a look that said, 'Sorry.' He thought he had crossed an unwritten line. I smiled. I wanted more. I leaned in and took him back into my mouth, cleaning his cock and returning him to his rock hard state. He smiled as I stood up and started to unbutton his dress shirt. He undid his pants and soon he stood just as naked as me. He didn’t have the perfectly toned and perfectly muscular body that imagined the Greek ... god had, but I had no complaints. He had the body of someone who went to the gym but didn’t spend his whole life there. Right now, I wanted that body on top of me and for us to have a private workout together. He followed me to the bed and the smile grew as he watched me climb on to my back and open my legs for him, my invitation to him. “Come fuck me.” He didn’t answer with words. He climbed on to the bed and between my legs. He climbed on top of me and I felt his weight on me. He kissed me, our mouths melting into one. He pushed my legs apart with his and pushed his head into my heat. He pushed into me, nothing separating me from him. That just turned me on even more. He pushed slowly into my wetness, filling me. His moved carefully at first, allowing me to become accustomed to him. Then our kisses stopped and his focus became on his thrusts. His thrusts became powerful, filling my whole body with pleasure. I moaned a little louder with each impact of him into me. Like earlier with his tongue, he paid careful attention to my every move and sound to give me more of what I wanted. The way my husband used to fuck me when we were first dating. Even through when we were newlyweds, but sometime in the two years since then things changed. Now, when we had sex, far too often it became just about his orgasm. Far too often now my husband came within the first few minutes. Five minutes became good for him. I didn’t pay attention to the digital clock on the night stand next to the bed, ...