Then Marco walked over to my face. He held his manhood right before me, and it was obvious what he was asking. I hesitated for a second. My husband used to ask of me to give him blow jobs, and always I was disgusted to put in my mouth the same object from which he pees.
Maybe Marco had brought out a different side to me, one more open to trying new sexual things. Everything with Marco was so fresh and exciting, and I wanted to please my young lover. His cock was so large and tempting, and I was still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, I opened my mouth and he inserted himself into me. I tasted my own arousal mixed with his cum. A saltiness. A strangely metallic taste. It was hard to explain. But it was the result of the sex between Marco and myself, and I eagerly savored it on my tongue and then swallowed it down, ingesting what I could of our sexual affair.
Having already ejaculated inside my pussy, Marco quickly softened inside my mouth. I let him fall out, and, even flaccid, his cock was the same size as my husband when he is hard.
“Did you enjoy?” Marco asked.
“Did you not hear me?” I shook my head, still amazed and shaking from the orgasm he had given me.
“It sounded like you enjoyed it, but you said so few words, mostly, just,” and Marco feigned my passionate moans.
I grabbed a sofa cushion and playfully hit him. “You are embarrassing me.”
“There is nothing to be embarrassed. You are a very sexy woman.”
“Are you sure? Now that you have had me, maybe you will easily get tired of me?”
“Irene, you are a beautiful woman. I especially love suckling on your large nipples.” His fingers reached out and gave my nipples another pinch, and I sighed in response, my nipples still swollen and sensitive. “Come by tomorrow night, and I will prove it to you again,” he added.
As I sat up, his cum started to drip out of me and onto his sofa.
“I’m making a mess,” I said apologetically.
“Technically, it’s my mess. Not to worry,” he reassured me, and we both laughed before falling into a silence, just enjoying holding each other’s naked bodies. His warmth felt like a blanket that covered me, that protected me.
“I have to admit something,” I stated, still in shock that I had actually gone through with my affair with Marco.
“What, now that you have had me, maybe you will easily get tired of me,” Marco teased.
“No. It’s just, I don’t know what’s come over me. You’ve turned me into a sexual creature, someone I’ve never been before. It’s like you awakened something inside me. I had an orgasm. I’ve never had one before. Not in all my years with Oscar.”
Marco looked almost embarrassed. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Or maybe you’re welcome. I’m not sure.”
I laughed. “It’s ok. I should be getting dressed to head home,” I said as I started to gather my clothing off the floor.
“But you will be back tomorrow?” Marco asked, his voice almost pleading.
I turned around and smiled. “As long as you promise to make me orgasm again, you might have a hard time keeping me away.”
*****
We were in the middle of eating dinner with our daughters a few hours later when the gravity of my transgression really hit me. Here I am, a married woman with a good husband and lovely children, and I’m risking it all for what? What did I think I was doing with Marco? Did I actually want to leave my family for him? I knew I didn’t, and yet, all I could think about was making love to Marco.
Oscar was uncharacteristically silent that night. He knew I had gone to Marco’s apartment earlier for an illicit encounter. All through dinner, Oscar watched me out the corner of his eye, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I now disgusted him. I thought maybe he was testing me to see if I could resist temptation, and maybe I miserably failed his test. I felt guilty and ashamed sitting in front of my family while Marco’s cum dripped out of me and became dry and crusty on my black panties. I should have come home and showered to wash the sin of my transgression from my body, yet, I wanted to keep my cum soaked panties on, as if I am carrying a relic from my affair with Marco with me.
Later that night, when were alone again in our room, Oscar finally spoke.
“So, tell me, what happened between you and Marco,” he said softly.
“Are you sure you really want to know?” I can only imagine how much the truth of what I had done would hurt him.
“I’m a big boy,” Oscar reassured me. “I’d rather have the truth than to be lied to.”
We had sworn to not keep secrets from each other as husband and wife. I was scared to talk so openly about my cheating, but I felt I owed it to my husband for him to know about my affair.
“There is not much to say. I went to Marco’s apartment earlier…. and I went inside. We drank a little wine, and then we made love.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Oscar, do not do this. Do not be mad. What does it matter to you?”
“It matters. We have sex, and it is like you are performing a chore.” Oscar was becoming animated. “Maybe it is like you are doing the dishes or sweeping the floor. Is that how it felt with him? Was it like doing the dishes, or did you enjoy the sex with Marco?”
I felt defeated to admit to my husband, “I enjoyed it. He made me orgasm.”
At this point, I noticed the bulge in Oscar’s pants. “Are you becoming turned on talking about this?” I asked in alarm.
Oscar looked down at his crotch, and his face told the story. “But why?” I demanded to know.
Oscar grew defensive. “All this time, all the years of marriage, I make love to you, and how many times do you orgasm?”
I shook my head, indicating none.
“How does he make you to orgasm? Does he do something I do not?”
“He — I don’t know. He is much bigger than you.”
Oscar gave me a cold stare. “And when you say he is bigger than me, you mean his cock is much larger than mine?”
“Oscar, please. Why do we have to talk about this?” I was pleading to my husband. I did not want to humiliate him.
“I try for years and years to make you cum, and then in one night, Marco has done to you what I always failed to do.”
“Please, the children will hear.” I was nearly in tears. “Are you ashamed of me?”
Oscar took me into his arms and said, “I am the one who should be ashamed. Unable to satisfy my own wife.”
“You cannot help it if he is bigger than you. But I felt more of everything when he is inside me.”
“Irene, do you want to leave me for him?” my husband asked me point blank.
“Oscar, we have built a life together. I will not turn my back on our life and our family.”
“But you will go back to Marco, won’t you?”
“I do not wish to hurt you,” I said, not denying that I would visit Marco again.
Oscar smiled. “And I would rather know you are a satisfied woman. I know you are my wife, and even if I cannot satisfy you, I would rather you are satisfied, even if by another man.”
I gasped. “How can you say that?”
“I don’t know. It is just how I feel. Can you say you do not want to be alone again with Marco?”
My body was shaking, and my face was tear streaked. “As you say, the heart wants what the heart wants.”
“Then don’t live with regret,” Oscar counseled me. “Visit him again. I will still be here for you when you return.” Again, I burst into tears. I could not understand how Oscar could so easily let another man be intimate with me. He never answered why he became turned on as I talked about cheating on him with Marco. I imagined he would be humiliated to have another man satisfy his wife, and somehow, he seemed to become excited by it. Since Marco moved in, it almost feels like he has been pushing me to Marco, but why? I couldn’t figure it out. I thought maybe it is just a front, and he is preparing to leave me, but Oscar seemed so genuine that I do not think he was trying to deceive me. After 15 years of marriage, a wife knows her husband, and he was earnest in his emotions, even if I do not understand all the reasons why.