The first girl I ever slept with was my high school sweetheart but the second was a married woman. I was 19, working a summer office job and my closest co-worker was a fairly average looking lady 8-10 years older than I. We went to lunch together almost every day and soon started discussing our sex lives.
I confessed to being a virgin until the previous summer, though my girlfriend and I had been pretty adventurous. My co-worker, Angie, had a good sex life with her husband, though he wasn't that well hung and wouldn't go down on her at all. I said that was crazy and I'd be happy to lick her slit anytime, though I never would have guessed she'd take me up on that offer.
Sure enough though, a couple weeks later Angie said she needed to move some heavy boxes in the garage but her husband was out of town and could I swing by after work to help her out. I was young but not stupid and said absolutely. I really did move a couple of boxes for her but soon we were naked in the bedroom she normally shared with her husband.
I licked her tasty pussy for a while and after she'd come a couple times she rolled over onto her hands and knees and asked me to fuck her. It took a while to get a good rhythm going, as I'd never fucked on a waterbed before, but soon we were going and blowing and I didn't last too long before shooting a mighty load up her tight twat.
For the next few weeks, Angie would walk with me out to my car after work and give me head, then I'd drive her to her car and we'd go our separate ways. I didn't think too much about her husband, except that he was missing out on some pretty hot sex.
Then one day Angie asked again if I could come by that weekend to help with some other household task, as again her husband would be out of town. Naturally I agreed and a couple days later we were just starting to get naked when we heard a car door slam in the driveway. She tried to usher me out the back door in nothing but my undies but I figured we were caught anyway so just helped her into a robe before he walked in.
She immediately started crying and the defeated look on his face was priceless. I was only there to lick her pussy, she said, and he looked like he would have believed her. But I had the cockiness of youth (and a good 6 inches) on him and blurted out, "yeah, I only licked her pussy... this time," as I slipped my jeans on.
That was the end of my relationship with Angie but I spent a lot of time during the next few years fantasizing about her husband walking in while we were actually fucking or just after I'd shot a big load all over her face and chest. I hadn't even heard of cuckolding at the time but I already knew what I liked.
My next married woman's husband was more involved but that's another story.
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