So this is a story from many years ago, more than 10 years ago in fact. I'm 32 now, so was in my early 20's at the time, for context. Before I met my wife, I was sexually active, and used to use Tinder to hook up with girls fairly regularly. I was looking for something a bit more than just sex, but at that point that was all I got out of it.

Firstly, I'm a big lover of curvy and chubby girls. I lost my virginity as a teenager to a very skinny girl, and the experience was terrible. After I had sex with my first bigger girl a year or so later, I never looked back.

So anyway, I get matched with this blonde curvy girl on tinder, and we start chatting. She's great to chat with, interesting, flirty, and can really hold a conversation well. After a week or so of chatting, we move onto Snapchat, and start sending each other some steamy pics. I always remember being in work one day and getting a really sexy snap from her, and being destracted from work the entire day.

So unfortunately, she didn't live very close to me, a few hours drive in fact. So meeting up at the time wasn't an option. However, she had family nearby and told me she was coming to see them in a week's time. She asked if we could meet up, I said sure, why not.

Intially we met for coffee at a local coffee shop. I had only seen pictures of her before meeting, so it was good to see her in person. She had long blonde hair, huge breasts and thick thighs. She wore glasses that gave her a slightly geeky vibe, which I loved.

While chatting her phone lit up, and there was a picture of a guy similar in age to her. She was a few years older than me for context. I got concerned, she had told me she was single, so I started carefully questioning her. Eventually she admitted that she was married, and lived with her husband, their home being a few hours drive away.

She tried to explain her situation, the situation at home was terrible, he was abusive towards her and treated her like shit. I felt bad for her, she had clearly been a victim. She said she wanted to leave him, but didn't know how. Afterwards, we went for a walk, and apart from a kiss, we didn't take things any further.

A month or so later, she tells me she's seeing family again, and would I want to meet up. I agreed, and we decide to go bowling. I picked her up from the train station, and we had real fun bowling. We were flirting so much, and getting on great. We finish bowling, and after a few drinks she tells me she knows a quiet spot we can drive to.

So, we drive to a local park, which had a car park that was pitch black with no other cars around. She reached across to kiss me, but I tell her there's more room in the back if she'd prefer that.

So, my car at the time was tiny, a 2 door hatchback with minimal room everywhere. We get in the back, and I push the seats all the way forward. We begin making out, and she starts rubbing my crotch, eventually taking my now hard cock out and starts to stroke it.

I really wanted to see her huge boobs in the flesh, so I began to take her top and bra off. She reveals two massive pale breasts, with large pink nipples that complimented them well. I began to suck on them and fondle them.

I reached down into her panties to feel her pussy, it was soaking. I fingered her for a bit, before I decided it was time to slide on a condom. Due to the size of the car there wasn't many positions we could do.

At first I had her in the corner by the door, and I lifted her leg up to fuck her in the missionary position. Her pussy felt amazing to slide in and out of. She then wanted to ride me, the only other position possible in my car.

I laid back in the middle of the 3 back seats and she slid onto me. She had to be careful not to hit her head on the roof of the car, but to my surprise she managed to cum. She moaned extactically as she came, and then climbed off so I could finish myself off in missionary again. I filled the condom up after a few minutes, and we both collapsed into each arms for a while.

Truth be told, I did feel a little guilty at the time, but I reminded myself about how much of a piece of shit her husband was. She needed an escape, and she seemed to really enjoy my company, and of course, the sex.

After that night, I didn't see her in person for over a month. She messaged me less, and I started to get worried. I did some Facebook stalking, and managed to find her profile, something I hadn't been able to do before. Across her profile were recent photos of her and her husband, they were really happy together, which really puzzled me.

A week or so later, we met up for the last time. We went to a pub for a few drinks, and I decided to question her about her marriage. I asked her to be truthful about everything. Eventually she buckled, and told me the whole story.

While she wasn't satisfied in her marriage, her husband wasn't abusive, he was a decent guy. She had told me lie after lie about him, to get me to feel sorry for her. I felt used, and I simply got up and left. She tried messaging me in the days after, but decided I never wanted to see her again.

Part of me felt bad for the guy, but another part hoped that he would find out about her cheating and divorce her, for his own sake.