After my first sexual intimacy in a club with my husbad and a bbc I was catched. I felt there was more. My husband did not knew, that we changed numbers later. I met him once a day over three weeks in the morning one or two hours after my husband and the ******* went out of the house. No heels, no lingerie just a married wife in jeans and t-shirt and a bull who fucks her brain out over and over again. I was in heat, we talked not much. I arrived and the moment he opened the door I was his "whore" - he used me like a slut and I enjoyed it. Orgasm after orgasm. Once a day his "brother" was there, too - no details about that - but that was the hardest thing I did in my life and I survived *g.
I got stronger. I was not in love with him or wanna leave my husband - not easy to explain. He neither was a only fuckboy oder fucktoy to me, no. There was a special feeling - but in the end it was a journey to myself.
I told him my thoughts and he said I was not the first married woman in such situation. After that talk we fucked like there was no morning. He fixed my legs and gave it to me - no mercy, I want it - but I did not come, no more. The situation changed - after a while I rode him like a cowgirl til he came and I felt his dick pumping in me. That was my turn to get an orgasm - my will was back.
A few months later I saw in the club again. Another woman wrapped her heeled legs about him, her husband sat near her and jerked his dick. Our eyes met - his rhythm changed and she started moaning, he went deeper and harder til she was out of this world. There was a new journey starting - I know what it felt and I got it, too and I loved it - no emotion, just a warm feeling inside me. We smiled at each other while he fixed her legs up the ears and started the hammer time and his game again. My husband asked if I wanna join. No. I found myself.