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Single Guys & The Married WomanThis story is 100% true and happened last month, May 2015So all my adult life I swore I’d never cheat on anyone or be the reason that somebody cheated. I don’t know if something changed in me personally (or shall I say specifically as a lot has changed), or if it will remain as a one off as I so swore, but last month I ended up in bed with a woman I knew from a place of employment back in 2010-11!The brief history was that Julia – a BBW aged 36 with huge perfect tits and smiling grey eyes – used to come to the store I worked at and took a shine to me but because she had a reputation with the women I worked with they used to make fun of me for being her new crush and so I kept her safely at arm’s length. Then I left my job.I saw her again in 2012 after I left that job and I ended up giving her my number and address for a saturday afternoon coffee and a catch up since she was in the same area. I still don’t know what I was thinking but when she turned up I felt that it was a pretty bad idea.Nothing happened. We drank coffee, smoked and talked about everything mutual and then got onto the subject of her marriage to a man (who I knew by face) who used to beat her and now worked nights and was never home. That was what spurned her to go out and to have flings with younger men, which she claimed not to do anymore and hadn’t in years.Oh but then on her way out the door we suddenly ended up avcilar escort in a deep kiss with her hand grabbing my cock through my jeans and my hand on one massive tit. Nothing happened after that, until 2015…Suddenly out of nowhere, after falling out of touch (part of it was guilt, other factors were the ridiculous fucking memes she always posted on Facebook rather than engaging in conversation) she started talking to me again and asking what I was up to lately. She suggested another visit.I knew I wanted to and I knew what it would lead to. I mentioned “that kiss” to her and asked if she remembered. Yes she did. And would she do it again? Yes she would.Gradually we’re talking about what would happen if I had her all alone and to myself. I asked her what she thought would happen and would she want it to happen…One Saturday came around and she asked if I would be home that afternoon. I told her to feel free to drop in but just to let me know if she definitely was otherwise I’d go and find other ways to make myself useful.She was at my front door by half past three. We were in my bedroom two minutes later after kissing deeply in the hall. Exchanging giggles and kissing more and more I had her top off and then her bra, then her knee high leather boots, then her jeans and then her knickers.Laying her down on the bed I stripped off in front of her and then smiled, one item of clothing left, şirinevler escort my clingy lycra boxers, which I was straining out of with my hardening length.’Is that for me?’ she asked, one fingernail between her teeth, and I nodded, peeling off my shorts and climbing onto the bed with her.We kissed and caressed, making the very most of what little time we had and soon I was rock solid and grinding myself up against her pubic mound as I played with her tits, taking her thick pink nipples into my mouth and suckling on them like a long-overgrown baby.’Who’d have thought this would end up happening,’ she remarked and I just smiled at her, spreading her thighs and inching up close to her so that our hips were on each other while we stared eye to eye.’I had an idea,’ I confessed. ‘But now what?’ I winked at her cheekily, cock in hand, and propped myself up on my knees, caressing the solf skin of her thighs and spread her labia apart. She was already soaking so I pressed the swollen pink head of my cock against her pussy and slid in a little at a time.I couldn’t believe how tight she was, even after two k**s. We spent a little time just getting accustomed to each other and before long my length was soaked in her come and I was sliding deep into her, asking if it was anything she hoped for. She was too busy moaning and just flashed me a smile, so I laid myself on top of her and screwed her taksim escort while we kissed and looked into each other’s eyes.After some time she asked me to show her some new moves so we went through a few different positions, rolling around the bed and doing it in any position that could allow me a good lengthy plowing motion, eventually leading to her legs almost up behind her head and her pussy in plain view so she could watch my straining cock dip in deep and wet as I stood at the corner of the bed.I told her I was about to come, gradually, and asked her where she wanted it. She told me she wanted it deep in her pussy which sent me right over the edge, slamming myself into her and filling her up.We lay there sweaty and catching our breath for a while, making idle chat, then I made us a coffee and then we fucked a second time about forty minutes later where I fucked her with four fingers and ate her out before taking her on all fours. By the time we were done, neither of us could feel our legs.The guilt hit me pretty hard after she left but the excitement had been incredible. I just had to tell her about the guilt and so not to pressure me if she wanted to do it again. I would see how I felt.Sure enough she never did ask again but we still chat occasionally on Facebook. I could call her any time if I wanted to and offer her another afternoon in the sack but I don’t think I would. Some things are better left as one-offs, especially when you feel bad about it afterwards. I can’t take the moral high ground either, but still…At least now I know that I’m capable of cheating. My conscience just doesn’t approve and so I’ll listen to it from now on.That is in reality, not my fiction 😉
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