Donna

Steve was walking down to the beach, going past this couple assuming they were in their early forties, the wife looked hot in her bright orange bikini, while the husband had let himself go, seemingly put in a lot of effort in his beer gut. The wife gave me a look, a long lingering look. I could honestly say this was the first time I had been perved on in my life, well that I had noticed. Recently separated, my body had never looked better, having been able to put more time into since the break up. I smiled back at her, admiring the full length of her body.

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Why could he not have a body like that, that guy is hot as he walked past them, imagining to herself what might have been. Her husband wasn't bad - he just let himself go in so many ways - basically he had no fire inside him anymore. She let her gaze linger not caring if the guy saw that she was checking him out.

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Thinking to himself how lucky he was, a beautiful day with his gorgeous wife. Life was good, he had a good job, a bit cushy, his kids did not cause him any issue and the love and his life and his best friend was there with, he took in her body one more time. She may have got a bit of puppy fat that comes with age, but her tits and ass were amazing.

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There is the orange bikini girl again, standing, seemingly waiting near the toilet blocks, looking stunning. Her husband was nowhere to be seen, figuring that he must be in the toilets. I decided to have the courage to go and speak to her.

"Hey there, do you always perv on guys at the beach." He said as he walked up to her, surprising her.

"Well, isn't that what the beach is for. After all, there is no harm in looking." She replied, surprised yet smiling.

"Wouldn't you like to taste?"

"Excuse me. I'm married, happily married." She retorted, immediately getting the connotation.

"Firstly, what he doesn't know, won't hurt him. Secondly, you are not happily married, otherwise you wouldn't have looked at me the way you did. Trust me I have been there before."

"No. You are wrong."

"No, I'm not. Anyway, my number is 0411 555 444 if you want to take it further." With that, I walked off, quite happy in knowing that he had never been that bold to a stranger before.

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Walking out of the toilets, he saw his wife to talking to a guy from the beach, piquing his curiosity, especially as the guy seemed to walk away when he saw him.

"What was that about."

"Just some loser, wanting to pick me up."

"Well, I can understand that. You put him in his place."

"Of course, dear."

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Sitting in the passenger seat in the car on the way home, my mind is doing cartwheels, not able to get his image out of my head. And why can I remember his number, i am always so hopeless with numbers but his is imprinted on my brain. And why is my pussy so wet! For god sakes, I'm 40 not a teenager.

Donna was letting the steaming hot water run over her, already running late after having the worst night's sleep of her life. She continually tossed and turned, her pussy continued to be wet for the duration. She reached down to have a feel of it, her clit felt like it was on fire. She could not help but rub it. She started doing slow circles over and around it, that usually got it going, her other hand started fondling her left nipple, despite the heat from the shower, it was out and proud, and sensitive.

She moved her fingers down to her hole. she put one finger up; it was so wet. Her mind wandered off to his chest. Last night, for the first time in years, she almost had an orgasm while having sex with her husband, but alas he could not make it happen, and faked it yet again.

Oh, this was feeling so good, she started audibly moaning, knowing that no one else was in the house.

Before she knew it she had two fingers in her pussy, the first time she had done that in years, and they were going in and out so easily. She moved her other hand down to her clit. This was rare having two hands working away, but she soon started to feel the inevitable build up inside her, she could not help herself but to speed up the tempo of both hands. Her moans got louder, her fingers going as far as they could go inside her.

Her hips started moving in rhythm, heightening her experience even more.

"Fuck!" She screamed as she kept on going and her body began to shudder as her orgasm exploded over her, easily one of the most powerful one she had had in years. Powerful enough that she slumped on the shower floor, letting the water aid in her recovery.

Getting out of the bathroom, she changed her choice of underwear for the day, going for a black thong and bra as well as changing into a short skirt as well as wearing her highest heels.

Hopping into her car, it took less than ten seconds for her to call the number, telling herself that meeting for lunch won't hurt, that is not cheating. Who knows he might not even live nearby.

"Hello."

"Hi, it's the lady from the beach yesterday."

"You did not take long." Donna thought she heard a laugh., as well as being taken back by the comment. There was a long pause.

"So.... I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for lunch."

"I will meet up but you have to earn lunch with me."

"What do you mean?"

"What I said, you have to earn lunch or dinner, we fuck first, you only get lunch if you are good enough."

"What!"

"You heard me. Meet me at my apartment at 12.30. I will text you my address." The line went dead, no goodbye, no nothing.

Donna just stared off into space. What just happened. She slowed down for a set of traffic lights and her phone went ding. She did not need to look to know what the message was about.

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Steve finished typing the message and laughed. He had been going through in his head about what the phone call would be like since he spoke to her, not actually thinking that she would call. Again, he was happy with himself for simply making the bold statement instead being a coward and wussing out and not saying what he wished he said.

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That was one of the longest mornings of Donna's life, now sitting on the train, a million thoughts going through her head. It was 12:20, there were two stops to go, it was lucky he only lived a few suburbs from her work. Still can't believe she was doing this, 24 hours ago, there was no chance that she would cheat on her husband, now it looked inevitable. She had been toing and froing for the whole morning, hardly concentrating on work. In hindsight, there was only one decision she was going to make. She knew she could still back out now but knew she wasn't going to. 19 years of marriage down the drain. And why the fuck is my pussy so wet - she knew the answer to that.

Donna walked up the final few steps to his door, well she hoped it was his door, her heels clattering on the tiled floor. Looking at her watch, it was 12:32. She tapped on the door, glad she could do that considering how much she was shaking.

It only took a few seconds. He opened the door; she took a deep breath.

"You're late."

"What?" Donna replied, He gave no response, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in, shutting the door.

He then pushed her against the wall; it was a small entry corridor. His lips and tongue immediately went to hers; it only took a second for her to reciprocate. No helloes, no nothing, just passion. She let her handbag fall to the floor as their tongues explored each other's mouth. She put her arms around him. It did not last long, he pushed down on her shoulders, making her crouch down, not that she was objecting.

He pulled his trackpants down to reveal his cock, his big cock, well relative to her husband anyway. She did not hesitate and took it in her mouth. There it was, she was now a cheating wife, something she swore she would never do. The thought quickly left, concentrating on the job at hand, attacking his wonderful cock with relish. She did even know his name!

Even though she was doing an awesome job, her mouth moving at different angles giving the sloppiest blow jobs she had given in ages, heavily concentrating on the head, Steve grabbed the back of her head, taking a bunch of her black hair, there was plenty to grab from as her hair was a bit longer than a bob. He then started pushing her further down his cock about an inch at a time.

If her husband had tried to pull off this crap, his balls would have been very sore, but this time she was a willing accomplice. It was not long before his head was hitting the top of her throat, a new experience for her.

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Steve thought that this was going better than he could ever imagined, within a minute it was the best blow job he ever had, then he grabbed the back of her head simply to set a standard. After he left his wife, he decided that he was only ever going fuck sluts and sluts alone. None of this "I don't do that anymore" or it is not the second Friday of the month, and the wind is not blowing in the right direction, so no sex for you. He was going to fuck when he wanted, how he wanted, and this chick seemed to be up to the task.