‘It happened to me’ December 2015
written by:
Sexy Sadie

About the author: As will be noted from my Author profile, I have a background in DTP (DeskTop Publishing), and some while after I purchased my 1st PC I regularly contributed to an internet magazine.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or so the story goes, and certainly ‘John's wife' had quite a bit of scorning to do after hubby was suspected of fucking a work colleague. How did she come back at him?

The lounge bar at our local public house was packed when I arrived with only one thought in mind, to get drunk! John and I had just had a blazing row at home after I tackled him about my suspicions of him having an affair with his secretary, Julie, a 23-year-old brunette with sparkling eyes and a body that left me with much jealousy and envy.

John is a self-employed advertising consultant and I had heard whispers just lately, when I visited his office to check the financial accounts. There were also rumours in the neighbourhood, which came to light when I received an anonymous telephone call at home during the day. The caller told me that my husband was screwing a girl at work.

When John came home late from work with his suit crumpled and what looked like semen stains down the front of his trousers, I just knew all the stories were true. As soon as he walked through the door my mind somehow conjured up a picture of his office and Julie bending over my husband's leather inlaid desk. Her dress was up round her waist, her briefs were on the floor and John was fucking her doggy fashion. I know he likes sex this way as he keeps telling me it is his favourite position when we make love in bed. He says that his cock goes in deeper and it feels more satisfying.

In my mind I could see John ramming his hard cock way up into her wet pussy and I thought I could hear her moaning and groaning as she enjoyed the experience of being fucked by her boss, my husband! The rest of the staff appeared to have left, thinking that Julie was to type a special letter before she too went home. I do not know how I came to this conclusion but I found out eventually that it was very near the truth.

Although Julie had discarded her briefs, or John had removed them, he was fully dressed, and when Julie got up from the desk to kneel in front of him to suck his hard, throbbing cock, he quickly climaxed and spat out his hot semen, not only over her face but also down the front of his trousers. No matter how much they attempted to clean the stains with his handkerchief, they stubbornly remained, leaving small white patches where they could easily be seen. John said that he would sponge them as soon as he got home so I wouldn't find out. This picture went fleetingly through my mind whilst John stood just inside the front door. Poor John, he was wondering what on earth was going on, and then I exploded!

I told him I knew that he was screwing that slut in his office and that the whole neighbourhood was talking about it. His employees were laughing behind his back and they were all guessing as to who would be next to be asked to do overtime. I demanded to see his handkerchief, still believing the picture in my mind to be true and when I saw the telltale signs of semen, he knew that I had found out his secret. He did not actually admit what he had been up to but from the look on his face, he knew that I could recognise the evidence, as I have often wiped his cock clean after bringing him to a climax by hand during my menstrual periods.

I smacked John hard around the face and told him that if he could have extra fucking and screwing then I would do the same. I ran upstairs, slammed the bedroom door shut and started going through my wardrobe, trying to find the most provocative and sexy dress I could. John was always buying me clothes he said would turn him on. I chose a red dress with a deep, plunging neckline so that my breasts were nearly popping out. I grabbed my special handbag in which I kept my money saved from what John gave me for the house every week. I banged out of the bedroom and down the stairs. John was still standing by the front door and I screamed at him to get out of the way as I was going out to get screwed. I rushed out into the cold night air, damn! I'd forgotten to take a coat, and started to walk down the street.

The lounge bar was packed alright when I arrived and I didn't know any of the people there as it isn't really a place that l would normally frequent and I only drink a small white wine at Christmas or at parties.

There were mostly young people in the room and as I pushed my way towards the bar to buy a drink to warm me up, I could feel the eyes of the young men looking at the top of my dress. I felt very embarrassed and tried to bunch my shoulders so that my breasts would not stick out so much. Being brave, I quickly bought a double gin and looked around the room for a seat. It was the type of lounge with small alcoves on either side and I spied an empty seat, which I grabbed to get away from the hordes of revolting young men.

I sat there for some time slowly sipping my drink before I realized that a middle-aged gent was sitting opposite. He appeared to be alone and he mentioned something about coming out on a night like this without a coat. This opened up a conversation and I really needed to talk to someone, not about my problem but just so I could put my thoughts elsewhere. His name was Paul and we sat there for what seemed ages, talking, drinking and getting to know each other. The number of drinks I'd consumed began to make me feel light-headed and before I knew what I was doing I began to push out my breasts so that my now hardened nipples stood out and could easily be seen through my silky dress.

I could see Paul had noticed them and with him being fairly good looking and smart, my taunt to my husband came flooding back into my mind. Right or wrong, drunk or not, I decided there and then, if John can be unfaithful then so can I.

I started to ask Paul more about himself and from what he told me he was an executive salesman for a double glazing firm in Reading. He was on a sales tour in the area and was staying at a local hotel overnight. He came to the public house for someone to talk to. Travelling salesmen can often be very lonely! While we were talking I could feel his legs getting closer and closer to mine under the table and without thinking I arranged my legs so that he could stroke my thighs with his feet. I mentioned that I felt a little tipsy and could do with a black coffee to sober me up.

The night porter did not even raise his head when we entered Paul's hotel and went up to his room, No. 85 which for some reason has always been my lucky number! Paul started to make some coffee and could see that I was shivering - he said I must be cold but in fact it was the excitement. He started to massage my shoulders through my dress. I should have stopped him there and then but I still wanted to get my own back on my husband, plus the fact that I was enjoying the sensation of my body being caressed. Paul said he could massage me much better if I removed my dress and as I stood up, he quickly and easily slipped it over my head so that I was standing before him in my very erotic underwear.

His hands carefully and patiently ran all over my body and then he took me by the hand and laid me down on the bed. When I married John I was terrified when he first made love to me, a virgin, but here I was in a hotel bedroom with a man I hardly knew. I was getting so excited that my pussy was getting wet and a damp patch appeared on my briefs. Paul took my breasts from the bra and began licking and sucking my nipples all over. It was sensational and waves of excitement ran all over my body. I wanted Paul to fuck me, fuck me hard and sod my husband.

I said to Paul that as I was now undressed it was up to him to show me his secrets. He needed no second invitation, and as I watched him discard his clothing I could see the ‘tent' in his underpants and I wanted more. I reached out and disrobed him of his final garment. I knew about circumcision and was delighted to find a long, thick, clean cock springing out to land in my hand. My husband's cock, although good, was not so thick and not circumcised like Paul's. I had often had John's cock in my mouth so I pulled Paul onto the bed so that I could give his cock a good suck. It was so thick I could hardly get it into my mouth but after licking it all over it slid in until I was near to gagging.

Paul's hands were running smoothly all down my body until he came to my briefs, which he flicked off my hips and down my legs. He turned so that I still had his hard cock in my mouth and he was now giving my pussy a good licking with his tongue. When he hit my clit I could not help myself and screamed so shudders went through my body. When I came round, Paul was lying on top of me and I could feel his thick, hard cock pressing against my tummy and slowly but surely he placed his fingers either side of my pussy pulling apart my wet, juicy lips and placing his cock right on the edge.

To my surprise he stopped, and fiddled inside his waistcoat pocket and, getting out a condom, asked me whether I wanted a slow soft fuck or a hard and thrusting fuck. All I wanted was to feel his wonderful cock right inside me and there was no need to wear anything. I almost shouted at him - "Paul, I want it right up inside me now. Do it now for Christ's sake, fuck me hard!" His cock was very stiff and much larger then John's, and before I could steady myself for what was to come, Paul rammed his cock so hard and quick into my pussy, I climaxed again and I almost passed out. We lay for a while with Paul still inside me and then he started to slide his cock in and out, almost to the tip and then in again. It was fantastic and not like anything I had experienced before. It was great and I loved it! Paul seemed to go on for ages and then all of a sudden I could feel him go really hard, he rammed it in to the hilt and the sensation of him spitting out his hot, spurting semen was something I will never forget.

Our bodies were all hot and sweaty so we pulled apart to recover. Paul asked me to suck him again and as he was now soft and limp I could get most of it into my mouth. I enjoyed the taste on his cock and I could feel him becoming hard again. He turned me onto my knees and I obviously knew that he, like John, liked to have sex doggy fashion. His hard cock sought for my pussy and I assisted him with my fingers to guide him in. He leaned heavily onto my back so that he could caress my breasts, and as he massaged them again, he began to thrust his thick cock into places no man had ever been before.

Eventually, I had to tell Paul that I was getting sore, and after promising to meet him again when he next visited the area in three weeks, I got dressed, left Paul in bed and walked home. John was in bed when I arrived, and from his appearance and lack of response when I tried to speak to him, I knew that he had been drinking heavily. I slept downstairs that night, I was dead beat and I was awoken by the sound of John making breakfast.

Now, I'm happy to say, my husband and I are back together again. We both had a long chat about our respective nights of unfaithfulness and agreed that, much as we had enjoyed them, they wouldn't happen again. Since that fateful day we have grown close together and have enjoyed sharing our sexual pleasures together. But that's another story.

Editor's note: Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.