An Extramarital Affair

I was in some sex-oriented chat room on the web, like "Married and Flirting," and I was trying to strike up discussion by asking the room questions like, "What's the weirdest place you've ever had sex?" I guess something I said intrigued her, because she started talking with me. She seemed very vivacious, so I assumed that she was pretty young. I also realized quickly that she has quite an appetite for sex. One comment she made really stuck in my mind: "Sometimes you to make love, but other times you just wanna fuck!" How often had I wished that my wife would say something like that! (Or at least act like she thought it.)

It turned out that she was a soccer mom who was just getting a divorce. I think being in the middle of a breakup made her vulnerable. And I suppose I have my good points: I'm a good listener, good sense of humor, and for whatever it's worth I'm a successful professional. It probably didn't hurt either that I obviously find her immensely sexy. She's bright, she's very funny, and she's just fun. She's also one of those rare women who just loves sex as much as most guys do. Maybe the sort of focused, career-oriented women I've tended to meet in my life are unusual, but it certainly seems like most of them haven't been like her. She was really a breath of fresh air. That was something I needed, because I was really feeling overwhelmed with my life at that point. The pressures of my career, our kids, and the stress of my wife's own difficult profession were pushing me almost to the breaking point. I didn't want to abandon my family, but I felt like I needed some kind of outlet. I don't think I intended at first to have an actual affair. I was just so exhilarated to have a sexy woman flirt with me. Maybe that's a petty rationalization, but that's how I felt.

So we started chatting online. We talked a lot about sex, so it wasn't long before we were cybering. I think she made the first move by saying something like, "If you were here with me now [pause] you'd look down and see [pause] a pair of 36D's!" That was sexy. Cybering with her was hot, but as a rule I almost never climax from cybering. I'm too busy trying to think of how to turn on the woman. One trick (which I'm sure isn't original) is for the woman to do *only* what I tell her to do to herself. Some women really get off on being under someone else's control, on the suspense of not knowing what I'll "make" them do next, and on the frustration of not being allowed to touch themselves in any other way. I really get off on the fact that somewhere there's a woman sitting in front of her computer screen squeezing her nipples or inserting a vibrating into her pussy because I told her too. Mmmmm.

We didn't just cyber, though. We also talked a lot about personal things. I told her about some dark secrets from my life, and she shared some about hers. In fact, she told me that she'd been keeping one of those secrets inside her for years up until this point. I'm glad I helped her to open up, because she certainly had the same effect on me. In fact, that led to one of the major turning points in our relationship.

One night, I told her about a fantasy that had come into my head as I lay in bed that night. I had imagined her tying me up. Then she had slapped me across the face. I just laughed at her. So she slapped me harder. Then she grabbed my nipples and pinched them -- hard. I was furious by this point, but she untied me. Then she gave me a smirk, and said, "So what are you gonna do about it?" I back-handed her, knocking her down onto the bed, then I mounted her and fucked her passionately. She said almost nothing while I typed all this in, so I was a little worried about how she would react. I typed, "I can't believe I'm telling you all this. You probably think I'm some big sicko." The next thing that appeared on my screen was, "I AM SO TURNED ON RIGHT NOW!!!!!" I honestly hadn't realized before that I enjoyed fantasies that involved B&D and S&M. But looking back, I see that those were aspects of many of my fantasies. It turned out that she is really into that too. In fact, she is a genuine masochist. Pain for her is often pleasant. She even said that she intentionally delayed delivery with her last child, because she was enjoying the pain so much! So pain and bondage and dominance quickly became themes in our sex talk.

If you're an outsider to this, it must just seem bizarre, even disgusting. But there is something strangely intimate about all this. When you dominate someone or let them dominate you, you are exposing a part of yourself that you keep hidden from almost everyone else. Everyone knows that you have sex. Everyone assumes that you do all the usual things -- intercourse, oral sex, maybe a little doggie-style. But of the people who see you at work, at your kid's school, at the supermarket -- who guesses that you want to jerk off on some woman's face while you tell her she's a whore? (Or, who guesses that you desperately want to be that woman?) So it's very special when you share that part of you with someone.

It wasn't long before we were having phone sex. She was the second woman I had met online with whom I'd done this. It's so exciting to talk to someone on the phone for the first time after you've been having intimate online conversations with them. It's so risky and so forbidden. What if it turns out that she's some psycho stalker? What if my wife wakes up and comes downstairs and I don't hear it in time? You dial the phone, your hand trembling, you hear them pick up, and the sexy sound of a woman giggling, "Hello" turns you on like you're in high school again. At first, you make giddy nervous conversation. But before you know it, you're lying on your living room floor with your pants around your ankles, beating off while talking to some woman who is miles away, telling her what a "whore" she is, and how you want to "fuck her up the ass." And you know she's sitting in her living room, or den, or kitchen with her skirt hiked up, her hand feverishly working her clit as she plays with herself.

It became clear quickly that she wanted to actually get together. I really, really wanted to, but I also had moral qualms about it. Eventually, I said, No. I also said that the only why I was going to be able to resist meeting her was if we stopped cybering and having phone sex. The next day I was worried about how she was taking this, so I logged in to see if I had email. She was online. She was sad. I felt bad about hurting her feelings. We started to talk. I called her on the phone. One thing led to another: lying on the living room floor, pants around my ankles, telling her I want her to be my "fuck toy" while we both beat off. So much for my program of restraint! After that, it was just a matter of time.

So we agreed to meet at a restaurant near where I live, "just to talk." She had sent me a picture of herself, so I knew that she was very pretty. She has wonderful red hair, which is something I love. (I won't describe her beyond that, in order to protect her privacy.) But meeting her in person was electric. I mean, here she actually was, right in front of me, in the flesh. And what wonderful flesh it was. I handed her the flowers I had brought for her. We leaned into each other across the table while we talked. I have no idea what we said, but I don't think either one of us actually cared. At one point, she looked down at her own cleavage, which was nicely displayed in a very revealing top. It was an obvious move to draw my eyes there, but the fact that it was so blatantly sexual was precisely what I loved about it. She wanted me to find her sexy. She wanted me to look at her with lust. And I obliged. We had a quick snack, and then proceeded to go to her car, where we made out for about an hour in the parking lot of the restaurant. We kissed a little, then she lay back on the seat and pulled her shirt up, flashing me her tits. Oh god! I licked, and nibbled, and pinched, and bit them, while she moaned and squirmed under me. In between making out, we talked. This was actually a friend's car that she had borrowed. She took her shoes off and put two footprints on the front windshield, just to make her friend wonder what we had been doing. That was so cute! She was having her period, but I suggested that we go to a hotel that night anyway. She demurred. But the passion kept building up. I suddenly lunged at her, grabbing her by the throat and kissing her passionately. I squeezed her tits hard and started to tear at her clothing. Just as suddenly, I got control of myself, and leaned back in my seat. "Wow," she said. "That was something." Eventually, I had to go home.

We exchanged email about that night later. She said something I found very interesting: "I met three sides of you last night. There's the side that brings flowers to a lady on your first date. There's the side that makes passionate love. And there's the side that grabbed me by the throat and almost took me by force. I like each side."

It was now inevitable, I think, that we would consummate our relationship. On one day when I was feeling particularly run down by my life, I made the phone call to her. "Are you free?" I asked. "Because I could drive up." "Great," she said, then continued, "I don't want to be presumptuous, but will we be sleeping together?" "I hope so," I said. "Hot damn!" she yelled.

She suggested that we meet in a hotel a friend of her's often visited with the married guy that SHE was sleeping with. In fact, they were going to be in the room next to our's! Yes, this was sleazy. And I loved doing it even more precisely because it was sleazy -- because I knew that I was going to be fucking her in this cheap motel with her best friend fucking another married man in the very next room.

When she showed up she came into the room and hugged me, grinding her crotch into mine. Then she brought her best friend in to meet me. I assume that this was partly out of politeness, but partly also in case I turned out to be a psycho who killed her. At least there would be one other person who knew what I looked like. (Given the way the world is, and given the kind of conversations we had been having, I don't blame her for this one bit.)

I don't remember what we said before we "started." I don't think it was much. We both knew exactly what we were there for, and exactly what we wanted. We hungrily pulled each other's clothes off, and I slipped a condom on. (We later noticed that her panties and jeans were knotted together, I'd pulled them off so hard!) She took the lead at first. She stood beside the bed and leaned on it, shoving her ass up in the air for me to take her from behind. Then I lay on my back while she held herself above me with her back to me, lowering herself up and down on my cock. (The Kama Sutra calls this position "the trying plane," if you want to look it up.) She might have been a little self-conscious at this point, because she asked, "Are you enjoying this?" In response, I grunted, "You look like such a slut!" (which I knew she would take as a compliment).

We finished up that round in good old-fashioned missionary position. She was a wonderful and exciting lover! I was amazed at how easily she had orgasms. I just kept pumping into her, and she kept cumming. She had teased me about how she would outlast me, so I just kept going, enjoying being inside her, listening to her moan and writhe underneath me. After a while, she groaned and said, "Oh, that was a really hard one! Maybe I can't keep going all night like this." I took that as my cue to shoot my load into the condom inside her.

We rested and chatted for a while, lying naked on the bed. (We heard her friend moaning through the wall as she came with her lover.) I explored her body absentmindedly, kissed her feet, and eventually started pinching her cute ass. Women often worry about having an ass that is too big. A tight teenage ass is hot, but there are lots of different kinds of women's asses, and most are sexy. Her's was round and feminine (but by no means saggy). As I pinched her ass, she said, "Hmm, that feels good." (Remember that she's a masochist.)

We turned the lights out and started to kiss and caress. She quietly asked, "So ... what are you going to do to me?" I smiled. "Do you want me to be mean to you?" I asked. "Maybe," she teased. I guided her into position so that we were both sitting up on the bed, with my right leg over her left leg, and my left leg under her right (a variation of "the lotus" from the Karma Sutra), so we were facing each other. We'd fantasized a lot about rough sex, but I'd never actually done it before, so I was a little inhibited. But we were both breathing heavily and very turned on by the fact that it was about to happen. "It's so hard to let it out," I whispered. "Oh, let it out," she pleaded. I ran my tongue up the side of her arm up to her neck. When I got to her ear, I snarled, "You bitch." From then on in we were both in a frenzy, practically numb with lust. I pulled her hair -- hard -- making her head roll around. Even in the near dark I could see the mask of forbidden ecstasy on her face. "What if I slapped you?" I growled.

"Why don't you," she tempted. I slapped her right across the face. Then again. And again.

"Give it back to me," I ordered. She pulled my hair, and slapped me. I slapped her back, harder. She pulled me back on top of her, holding my hand against her face, so I wouldn't slap her any more. Maybe she was getting afraid. I jerked my hand away and slapped her once more, just to show her who was in charge. I stuck my dick into her and started reaming her. "I hate you! I hate you!" she snarled through clenched teeth. "Bitch! I hate you! Cunt!" I snarled back, as we fucked. We were suddenly interrupted by knocking on the wall. Her friend must have been worried by what she was hearing. We paused for a moment. Then I went back to pounding her tight, wet pussy, through wonderful orgasms for both of us.

Afterwards we slept for a while, but I had my alarm set to wake me up in time to go home. My wife was already asleep when I arrived home, but I covered myself in cologne to cover my mistress's scent. We talked about our tryst on the phone the next night. She said it was the best sex that she had ever had. There's something special about making love to someone you're in love with, and nothing can compete with that. But, for just good screwing, I had to admit that she gave me the best I had ever had too!

She and I only slept together on one more occasion. It was great sex again, although not quite as kinky as the first time. I think she was feeling a little weird, because she had just started dating a guy (who was not married). Everything was starting to get complicated for us. I think we both saw that our relationship, while fun, did not have a future. As a married guy, I couldn't be driving several hours frequently to visit her. As a single mother (especially one who might have a regular boyfriend soon), she couldn't be driving off to visit me.

I didn't talk to her for a long time after our "breakup." I was trying to get over her. There were many nights that I had to fight the temptation to call or email her. I eventually broke down and called her, and we started to talk and email again. I wanted to see her again. And there were still many things that the two of us hadn't yet tried. She expressed a special interested in having me slam her against the wall and fuck her standing up. But she was now in a relationship with a great guy and, understandably, she didn't want to ruin that. I also knew that seeing her would put strain on my marriage. My wife and I had gone into couple's counseling, and it was helping, both emotionally and with our sex life. Currently, I'm trying to not call or email her. It's hard. She's a great person. But when I talk to her, I want her. A lot. And our conversations always turn toward sex. But even if I never talk to her again, I will have some of the sweetest sexual memories of my life.