Your gateway to endless inspiration
Affair - Blog Posts
Free Story of Adultery and Revenge by Cindy Johnson
@truckershotwifelife
Lunch meetup with my sister’s ex
The rain poured down as he ran through the parking lot and entered the restaurant. I smiled back at him as he approached the table. I had ordered coffee for both of us. The steam rising seemed appropriate as I admired how hot he looked. Completely soaked, his clothes clung to his body leaving little to my imagination.
I tried to focus as we ate lunch. Making small talk about life, music, vacations and his son Kyle. Life after being married to my sister. Then he changed the subject to our affair.
Twenty years ago Blake found me drunk and skinny dipping in Lake May. He joined me and we swam out over our heads. As we slowly made our way back to the beach, he was able to stand. He stood there and we talked as I tread water.
I dove under water planning to come up closer to him, as I surfaced I hit his erect cock, and felt it drag along my body until I surfaced, pressed against his 6’4” frame. Shocked and speechless, he instinctively grabbed my hips and I popped up and kissed him deeply and passionately. Under the moonlight, he fucked me while I playfully begged him “no, we shouldn’t” and “you’re so naughty “. That night initiated a two year affair. With sexual encounters that my husband could never match. My sister divorced him and he moved away….
I dropped my fork. The noise bringing me back to the present. Picking it up, I took a peek at his crotch. Sat back up and placed the fork on the table. We’re finished and he leaves a $100 bill on the table. Tells the waiter to keep the change. The young man thanks him with a big smile and Blake guides me to the door with his large hand on the small of my back. As we cross the parking lot his hand cupped my ass, sliding his middle finger between my legs to discover my wetness. He let out a low growl and grinned.
Somehow, I ended up in the back set of his Suburban, bent over, pants around my knees, his hand around my neck, getting stretched out, and, cream-pied. With a low growl, one slap on my ass. He ordered me to clean him up. This was new, he wasn’t like this before. I obeyed, when finished, he sent me home walking funny, with his seed running down my leg.
Lucky my husband won’t be home when I get there.
New to the Tumblr platform
Last Sunday I found my husband’s laptop open to his tumblr account and discovered interests and activities that shocked me. I knew he had the account but never paid attention because it didn’t interest me. I’m not sure what I’ll do with this account. But consider my curiosity raised.
