I'm not sure if this is "slutty" enough, since I haven't had THAT many affairs over the course of my marriage. Mostly, it was with random guys I met on the internet or men our family knows but rarely interacts with. Wildest one, so far, had been one of my hubby's former classmates at their reunion party.

But, this time, I must admit, I felt like a total whore with no bounds, whatsoever. The man I cheated with in question was a friend from work. We've been chatting some time ago about upcoming topics like his promotion or my daughter's (who was at least 18 years and 5 second old during every bit of the story) graduation that would happen soon.

After a while of mindless blabbing, our topics became more and more....sexual. I feel, as if I simply slipped into the naughty costume I only over wore for hookups, without even noticing.

I told him about my marriage, how I loved my husband dearly, how he'd never, ever, not in a million years, betray me. He, meanwhile, told me all about how big and hard his cock got whenever I sent him a harmless picture of me with my family. Obviously, I became curious, and sent him more photos of just me, barely dressed. Apparently, that turned him on even more.

And me, too. Weeks of efforts of flirting soon turned into countless hours of sexting. That man knew how to turn me on. His smooth talking made me quiver in ways I hant felt in a long way before. Many a day would go by with me glued to my phone and images of his engorged cock in front of my hungry eyes.

It was like an addiction. Hell, there were occasions when I had to excuse myself from the dinner table, with my clueless husband and little girl never the wiser, and hide in the bathroom, where I'd send that naughty bastard evidence of the damp the mere thought of having him on me caused in my panties. Not to mention proof of my watery cunt, practically longing for his shaft and nut.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans for him. His department of the company was shut down, so he found a better position at a similar firm on the other side of the country. I felt my stomach turning when he told me he'd probably never return back to our hometown after transferring.

If was so unfair! I wanted that dick! I needed that dick! As much as I pretended otherwise over the few days leading to his departure, the fear of missing out on this experience caused me nausea the kind you only see in drama.

Finally, on his last day here, which coincided with the same day my angel would bid goodbye to her friends and teachers from high school, I couldn't deny reality any longer.

With tears in my eyes, I apologized to my hubby and daughter, telling them I couldn't come along due to a brutal headache. While their words were understanding, their faces couldn't cover their sad disappointment. Don't worry, they forgave me afterwards.

The second they left for the ceremony, I stripped down to the lingerie and heels I'd bought only for him, sent him a text, and waited on my marital bed. Our doorbell rang within 10 minutes. Guess he didn't want to miss out, either.

He devoured my like a beast! My legs trembled for hours even after he had stopped munching of my moistness, which was still half as passionately brutal as the throatfucking he gave me with his rock hard tool.

While my little girl was receiving her high school diploma and taking a step towards securing her future, I was on my knees securing ever little bit of little swimmers out of the magnificent cock of my lover that day.

While my loving and kindhearted husband was there, worrying about my health, the only thing I barely paid attention to was our marital bed and how heavily it was moving due to my big-dicked fuck buddy's and mine sweaty bodies tossing and turning around in it. He hammered that meat inside me so hard, I couldn't recall if the walls were shaking because of his thrust or my screams of pleasure.

I know I sound like a terrible wife, but when my husband called to check in on me, I used the sore throat I had due to cock to sound convincly ill. And when him and our daughter sent me a cute picture of them after the ceremony, her with her cute cap on her dad's head, I simply placed it next to a frame family photo of ours, and obliged when that fucker told me to face it, while he'd do me from behind.

Finally, after I loudly orgasmed under his weight and dick, he shot an unfathomable load inside me, and I came to my senses. Somewhat. I remembered my duties as a wife and mother I'd been neglecting for almost a month now, just because of that guy. I felt sick.

Luckily, his fingers were already playing with my cunt, again, making me feel better. The number of my orgasms was in the double digits that day.

Neither my unsuspecting husband nor my innocent child ever found out. My lover left the night after our meeting. We barely ever texted again, after that. But sometimes, when I was feeling terribly needy, he was always generous enough to send me another picture of his hardness, sometimes while I was spending time with my family! Thankfully, they believed my lies when asking me what on my screen I was smiling so happily about.

I wasn't a slutty wife and mother, right? Right? Surely, there must have been way sluttier, way naughtier shores than me out there!

R-right?!