I was ready. I had been ready for a long time when I finally…

I was ready. I had been ready for a long time when I finally took the plunge with him. His name was Ben and our flirtation had begun five years ago when I went into Joe’s Sandwich and ordered a sandwich from him. I was already married then, but he wasn’t yet. There was so much heat between us that he had asked me if I wanted to come see the back of the shop with him. I eagerly accepted his offer, following him to the back where he promptly grabbed me and kissed me. We made out like that for a few minutes before he awkwardly explained that he had to get back to work. 

I can’t tell you how many times I went back to Joe’s to see Ben. I ate more sandwiches that first year than I’d ever eaten in my life. The flirtation had continued, now spilling over into text messaging and pictures that we would send back and forth. We no longer pretended that there wasn’t something between us, although it wasn’t love. It was lust in it’s purest form. I loved the way Ben made me feel and I wanted to fuck him so badly, but I wasn’t a cheater. Well, not really. I somehow had convinced myself that as long as it wasn’t sex then it wasn’t really cheating. 

So Ben and I did everything but sex. We made out, we fondled, we had oral, but we had never actually fucked. He understood my stance on the issue, and by then he was engaged to be married too. We both had our secrets from our significant others and I felt plenty guilty about it. In fact, there had been a time when my husband had seen a text from Ben he shouldn’t have seen. It had said, “I want to cum on your big tits!” My husband and I had fought for days after that and so I had texted Ben to tell him that our flirtation was over, that I wasn’t willing to ruin my marriage. Ben understood and all went silent between us for almost a year. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute,” a text from Ben came one day out of the blue. I had been lonely because my husband had been out of town for almost a week. I answered Ben’s message right away and before I had time to think things through I found myself at his house. He was now married and his wife was still at work. 

“How long do we have?” I asked him. 

“About an hour,” he told me with a lustful smile. We began with our usual bout of making out, followed by heavy petting and some delicious oral. He licked my pussy so well that I almost couldn’t believe that I could feel that good. I couldn’t remember the last time my husband had given me oral sex like that! Maybe he never had. Suddenly, I wanted more and I knew that I was going to join the ranks of many cheaters before me if I gave in to what I wanted to do. It almost seemed like I was powerless to say no to the urge to fuck the shit out of Ben. 

“I have an idea. What about…” Ben paused for dramatic effect. “What about anal? That’s not real sex, right?” 

“Right!” I screamed, understanding instantly the solution to our problem. We could finally fuck without guilt, telling ourselves that as long as it wasn’t actual sex then it wasn’t cheating. With that thought in out heads Ben lubed up his cock and shoved it into my asshole. I’d never been super into anal, but I wasn’t against it either. With Ben though, right then, anal was the best thing that had ever happened to my body. I could finally feel the force of Ben’s cock penetrating me deeply. At long las he was inside of me and it felt so good that I couldn’t help but scream with delight as he fucked me harder and harder. 

This was the reason I needed Ben. He was able to fuck me in ways that my husband never could or would. His hand wrapped around my throat and he squeezed tight, closing my trachea. I gasped for air as he used my asshole, telling him with my eyes that no matter how hard I begged him to stop that I didn’t really mean it. I loved the way he was choking me as he pounded my ass. It was just like every fantasy we’d discussed together and I rubbed my pussy until I was cumming nice and hard for him. All the desire and want I’d put into him for those past five years was now exploding within me like a firework show. My orgasms were popping, one after another, showing him exactly how good this felt for me and how much I’d wanted him all this time. 

“God damn! I’ve wanted you for so long!” he cried out as he came. Our orgasms clashed against one another and our syncopated sighs of pleasure filled the room that he shared with his wife until we fell silent and let the dust settle around us, highlighting the wrongness of what we had just done. 

“It’s okay,” I told him, only now my voice was weak from cumming so hard. “It wasn’t real sex.” But even I didn’t believe myself as I went to clean up and get the hell out of his house before we were caught. 

“Please. Text me,” Ben begged me. “Don’t leave me hanging like last time. Please.” 

“Okay,” I said, but I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I was confused. That had been the best sex I’d ever had with anyone, and it was anal. I knew it was wrong of me to cheat, and I felt terrible about it. It’s just there was a nagging question inside of me that I couldn’t shake. If anal with Ben was the best I’d ever had, then what the fuck would vaginal feel like? That’s when I knew I wasn’t really done with Ben yet. I needed to find out the answer. 

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