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May Wife's taleI cheated on my husband. I had never done it before, I was the "good one" of the bunch of friends I had since college. Five of us would go on trips together, and they cheated more than once.I usually ended back in my room masterbating at the end of the night thinking about what they were doing.(And usually ended up screwing my husband enthusiastically when I got back after they told me all the details.) I was always loyal, but this trip so many things happened that it, well, happened. First there were edibles. Pot always got me horny in college, it is why some of my stoner friends would always invite me to their place. I usually ended up having sex. But I never had edibles, and after not getting stoned in a long long time, (I am 42), I ate one and it hit me hard. So I was wasted before we even went out dancing . And then it was the guy hitting on me. I never got hit on on our trips but hot guys. My friends did. I am a little more on the plump side, 5ft4 155. They are shapely gym rats, I am not. So when a muscular, tall, gorgeous black man started chatting up with me, well, my panties were getting soaked, my friends encouraged me, and next thing you know I was on the dance floor with him. At one point, I turned while dancing, and he got behind me grinding on me. At first, I thought about walking away but I could feel his hard on against my ass. And my thought was, wow!. It was that noticeable, He had his hands around me and I could hear my friends cheer me on. Blame it on peer pressure, the edibles, or lust, but when I turned and he kissed me, I kissed back putting my arms around his neck. He slipped me his tongue, and we made out there on the dance floor. I came to my senses of the gravity of the situation at that moment. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. My girlfriend, Megan, followed me. It felt like college again in the bathroom asking her what to do. And like college, Megan encouraged me onward, and that no one would "tell". Still, I had ,y doubts. I washed my hands and was leaning towards blowing him off. When we opened the door to come out, there he was by the door. Megan smiled and walked on by leaving us alone. "Hey", I said shyly. "I am kind of married". "Kind of?", he said smiling. "You don't sound too sure. Anyway, I don't see him here. I won't tell." He moved towards me and he kissed me again. He had me against the wall, hot and heavy. We were in a hallway in back of the bathrooms when he slipped his strong, big hand down my jeans. His hands were strong, my vagina was wet, so when he slipped his fingers inside slightly lifting me to my tiptoes I almost came in the bar. We made out like that for almost a minute as he groped me, my hand groped his growing bulge. Someone came to the bathroom which interrupted us, and he asked me if I had a place I was staying. And after gesturing to my friends, we made it to my hotel room a block away. We went into the room, and he had me against the wall his hands down my jeans in seconds, my hands pawing for his cock bulge, I unbuttonedmy pants and pulled them down slipping out of them and my panties. I was bottomless in the room. He had unhooked my bra and was playing with my titties as I pulled off my blouse, my fingers running up his tight abs and chest, Then he lifted me and threw me on the bed, undressing while I laid there spread eagerly waiting for him to mount me, a fit, hung, younger black man, a different man from my husband who had been my only partner for years. He removed his boxers and the largest cock I had ever touched bounced out hard and firm. I touched it and smiled. I thought about going to my bag and get a condom, but I was unsure that they would fit, and I wanted to feel him without one, so I guided him in. I had some larger men in my single years, but I didn't truly appreciate it then. He was bigger and fatter than those, and more importantly he knew how to fuck. He took long deep slow strokes, and I came the first time almost immediately as he held his cock deep in me while I did. We didn't talk the first time, just enjoyed each other. He sucked my tits and I was a little concerned about a small hickie mark he left on my left breast. He started moving faster, as I grabbed his ass moaning. I let out a wail when I came again, and I am sure my friends heard me from the next room. I came three more times that night, before he let go and came inside me, filling me with so much cum it leaked onto the head and down my crack. We laid there after as I giggled, and he asked me how was it. I just smiled and said wow. We didn't have sex again that night falling asleep on the hotel bed. The next morning, I woke up and a wave of panic and guilt ran over me, as I looked at the gorgeous black man lying naked next to me. I looked at my marked up body. What had I done? I started thinking, my mind racing. I started to pull together the pieces of the night before. And my guilt started to turn to lustful thoughts, He laid there sleeping his big dick soft. He was bigger than my husband soft! If we did it one more time, and went our separate ways, no harm no foul right? I mean I had already cheated. The deed was done. I reached over and touched his cock petting it like it was an animal. But I wanted to taste him, I love to suck big cocks, and his was the biggest I had ever had. I think the feeling of a big member in my mouth is powerful almost primitive. It was as if the "real man" was being pleased. I took it in my mouth. He woke up as his dick had grown hard with my lips around it. "We'll look here", he said, "I like being woke up this way." I was going at it as I rubbed my legs together stimulating my clit. He took the back of my head grabbing my hair and thrusting his cock into my mouth deep, i gagged, he was big. He had to be close to 9 inches and length and wide. I pulled up catching my breathe. "We will have to work on that", he said. I was eager to please, determined, as I went deep again. It was a sloppy blowjob, as I sucked him to he was so erect that I thought he was going to burst. Then I climbed on top of him. He was so big it took me a while to take it all. "Yeah you take that black cock", he said lightly pulling my hair. Them moving his big hands down cupping my ass. He pounded me from below, and my orgasms were almost continuous before he blasted cum into my vagina, It was near checkout, and I had enough time to pack, and go. He gave me his number which I put in my wallet. I didn't intend to see him again, at that moment. (Boy was I wrong). I quickly dressed without a shower, his cum in my belly. I went home to my husband, and showered there. We had sex that night, but I was worn out from the day before. I don't want to say I didn't feel him, but it did feel a bit like it was lacking, As for Ty, my thoughts turned to him later that week... Husbands tale I did the laundry the Sunday got back from her trip. I noticed her panties were crusted with dried fluid from her cunt. It looked like she had had sex. I am an imaginative guy, and I shrugged it off but felt my cock grew hard fantasizing about it. I always fantasized about she and her friends hooking up with others when they went on their excursions. I would jerk off while they were away thinking about it, looking at their social media posts all dressed to the hilt dancing. There was a picture of my wife dancing, and it looked like there was a man's hand in the picture but it was hard to tell. Now the panties. I smelled them, taking a deep whiff of them. ThenI went upstairs and we made love, and all I kept thinking that it may have been sloppy seconds...(to be continued)