Forbidden Sex My Beginning by BellaPerrix..,
My story took place some years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was my first experience into the side of “forbidden sex”, if you want to look at it in that way.
I am a happily married woman with a tall and very handsome man. For me, he is an excellent lover, as well as a good friend and partner. I am brunette, dark hair, tall, with a quite acceptable body, good enough for many men who turn around to look at me, checking my booty and legs carefully.
When this story happened, I enjoyed a relatively full active sexual life with James (my husband), and contrary to my friends with partners sexual life, it has been increasing until today.
At that time, I was only practicing simple and classic sex, just with my partner and using basic positions: Missionary, doggy style and cowgirl, but… something happened that changed that vision forever.
My way of dressing never was excessively provocative, except for some occasions when I put on tight leggings, which sensually marked my pelvis and my booty, especially revealing my small underwear, which my husband loved.
Although the shirts that I usually wear are tight, they also show the appearance of my breasts, whose size is regular, but very well formed.
I want to detail my common underwear. As I said before, James always liked me wearing lace thongs, and my way of sleeping was always wearing a T-shirt and a small thong, which did not last long, because almost every night, he ripped it off to fuck me, sometimes very carefully and others like a beast. I love when he hits me very hard in that way.
One day, Sunday, if I remember well, I woke up very agitated, and totally wet between my legs, caused by a dream, where I saw myself having sex with a man who wasn’t James. That dream had a truly real feeling, and I remembered each one of the sensations. I was a little ashamed, and I also felt guilty, since I have always been faithful to James and at this time, I don’t even know how such attitude crossed my mind, because it seemed something wrong and out of my principles, due this, I never told my husband about the dream.
Time was passing, and one day, James told me about a career friend coming to visit him from New York; he was going to stay in the city for almost 2 weeks. James suggested he could stay with us at home during that time.
Truly, I have always disliked sharing our living space with other people, but despite that, I agreed and accepted it without much objection.
I don’t want to go into more detail and I will jump to the day Peter arrived. My husband James went to pick him at the airport. He was a tall, dark, strong guy with a very nice character.
The first four days were totally normal, at night, we went out to show him the city, from time to time we went out to dinner and on other occasions we went out to dance and have a few drinks to enjoy the nightlife.
Peter had his bedroom next to ours and very close to the bathroom. I make this clarification so you can imagine the house distribution.
On the fifth day of Peter’s stay in the house, James told me he had to be absent for the weekend, because of a work trip outside the city, but things were not going to change and Peter still could stay with us, and he only would be absent until next Monday morning.
James left on Friday afternoon, I took the opportunity to visit a friend’s new house, since Peter was going to visit another nearby friend, I gave him the keys of the house, because I didn’t know who was going to arrive back first.
Around twelve o’clock at night, I returned home, I went in without making too much noise to avoid waking up Peter. When I went to my bedroom, I noticed the door of Peter’s room was open, and with a little light coming from the corridor, I could see Peter who was lying down completely asleep, but only covered with the sheets up to his waist, with his body apparently completely naked, and, in the lower part, between his legs, his bulge was perfectly noticeable.
Well, obviously I moved to my bedroom, but surprisingly, when I went to bed, I noticed that my underwear was totally wet, and although I refused to believe it, I was a bit aroused.
It was hard for me to fall asleep, in my mind I saw Peter’s half-covered body again, the bulge between his legs covered with the sheets, and from time to time I also remembered that dream having sex with a stranger, the way how I did it, the sensations came to my mind very clearly, all that set of thoughts disturbed my sleep.
The next day, Saturday, I woke up hearing the shower noise, since Peter had entered the bathroom, I decided to get up to go to the kitchen and prepare the breakfast. I was dressed only with a t-shirt, when I left the room I inevitably passed in front of the bathroom, the door was half-closed, I don’t know if this was by mistake or not… our shower has totally transparent glasses, and, like possessed by some strange force, I hid to look, being able to contemplate with the visibility allowed by the steam, Peter’s completely naked body, who was beginning to soap himself, at first I saw him from behind, his butt facing me in all its splendor, along with his firm legs.
Peter began to soap his head first, which made him close his eyes completely, at that moment he turned to receive the water on his back, now leaving his cock under full view to my careful look, although flaccid, it had a considerable size, looked quite thick, and very hairy, my mind wandered for a moment, imagining it erect and firm, especially when he began to wash it, since he touched it and moved it from side to side.
I quickly left the scene for two reasons, the first was Peter was starting to be able to open his already washed eyes and notice my presence, but the main reason: I was aware of the situation I was living in, spying on a naked man…
I went to the kitchen and prepared some breakfast, after that I went back to my room and waited for Peter to finish taking the shower, but this time I closed the door very well, I did not want to be the victim of prying eyes myself.
That morning I put on a very short dress, due to the hot weather we were starting to feel, without a bra, when I sat at the table with Peter, we talked about everything, but I tried not to say or discover anything about the shower scene.
Every time I stopped to look for something, I noticed Peter looking directly to my legs and booty, those looks provoked in me, although I did not want it, a certain degree of sexual excitement, an inevitable situation that started the involuntary erection of my nipples, making them stand out very noticeably in my thin dress, of course, Peter noticed it, and on several occasions, I surprised him looking directly at my breasts.
So the day passed, Peter went out in the afternoon, and I stayed at home. That day was very hot, a situation that I took advantage of at night. As Peter told me he would be late for bed, I took the opportunity to go to my bedroom early, I tried to read, but I couldn’t concentrate, since my mind wandered with the memory of Peter in the shower, his cock in the air, his looks at my legs and breasts, also adding the memory of my dream having sex with a stranger, that sea of thoughts did not leave me alone, and a crazy idea crossed my mind, I wondered, how Peter would be under sexual action. The truth is those things was going round on my mind, causing an intense and involuntary sexual excitement, which led me to start touching myself over my underwear, realizing that I was totally wet.