Returning Home

This is one of my favorite stories from my wife.

Originally from NJ my wife moved to FL with her then husband in her early 20’s. She had 2 kids with him and on the surface everything was fine, but she wasn’t fulfilled. Maybe it was the boredom of monogamy, maybe her husband wasn’t meeting all her needs, or maybe she was still a slut at heart who craved attention from men?

With money being tight and living away from their family, they tended to return to NJ for their summer vacations. To save money they bounced between relative’s houses, making the best of the time they had there.

Unfortunately this made opportunity for sex difficult and she began to get horny. Her husband was very vanilla in the bedroom and could live for extended periods without sex. My wife couldn’t.

On one occasion during the trip she took their son to the barbers. Now she and the barber (let’s call him T) had history. T was slightly older than her, ran in different circles to her growing up but as she neared the end of high school she had began hooking up with him. He was different to the boys she knew, he was always scheming, not an out and out bad boy but one that lived kind of on the edge. For a number of years before she left for Florida they had been each other’s booty call. She had cheated on BF’s to be with him on several occasions.

Anyways she hadn’t seen T for a number of years and apart from the occasional Facebook comment there hadn’t been any contact. Wanting to impress T she made sure she was looking good, with hair and make-up done and wearing a short denim button up dress. Without sex for a few weeks she was craving attention and she hoped T would provide the excitement that she was missing.

T rented a chair in a small shop and on this particular day he was the only barber working. She put her son in the chair and T started work on her son’s hair. My wife and T were making small talk but there was the undeniable air of attraction in the air. She knew T liked what he saw and she was enjoying the attention he was giving her. It was especially sexy as having her son there was an obvious reminder of the line that they couldn’t cross.

Her son at this time was about 5 years old, and was oblivious to the flirty, innuendo laden conversation between his mom and the barber.

As the conversation between my wife and T heated up, my wife gave her son his iPad and headphones. My wife and T began discussing their current situations, with my wife expressing how happy she was to be married with kids but felt that there was something missing in her life, especially her sex life. She missed the game, the passion, the spontaneity. She missed the excitement and butterflies that came with a new or fresh encounter. She wanted things her husband couldn’t provide.

T on his part was pouring oil on the fire. He was complimenting my wife, telling her how good she looked and how he missed their times together, and that things might have been different if she hadn’t left NJ for Florida.

On her part, she was recalling the sex. How his cock felt. He wasn’t the biggest she had ever had but his cock always felt right inside her. The combination of his cock and bad boy attitude always made the sex hotter. It had been weeks since her husband had fucked her and she was hungry.

It was clear my wife and T wanted something to happen and my wife told T she would try and find another opportunity during her trip to leave her kids with her husband so they could meet up.

Turned on but sensing that with a cool head, my wife may come to her senses and not follow through with another meeting, T pressed the issue and suggested that they just make out. He nodded to the bathroom at the back of the shop.

Wrestling logic, her head spinning, heart pounding and pussy flooding she told T to lock the front door. She lifted her son from the barbers chair and placed him on a regular chair, making sure the IPad had plenty of battery life left.

She followed T into the bathroom and as soon as the door was shut they were on each other. It was immediately clear to her that this was not going to end with just making out.

T’s hands were on her, undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. One of T’s hand was on her breast as the other one was inside her panties rubbing her shaved cunt. As T removed her dress she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his pants. She was desperate now, wanting to taste his cock. As she released his cock she began licking the shaft and sucking hard on the tip. Blow jobs are her speciality and men struggle to last long when she takes them in her mouth.

Before he could come T lifted her up, turned her around and bent her over the bathroom sink. Amazingly in a moment of clarity she insisted on him wearing a condom which he begrudgingly did. Once on, he pulled her panties to the side and slipped his tool inside her, giving her pussy what she had been craving. He fucked her hard and rough against the sink. She recalls her tits being crushed against the faucet. It was slutty, it was raw, the whole episode was so far away from her everyday life as a stay at home mom. She loved every second of it.

After a just a few minutes T came hard inside her. My wife didn’t come but she tells me that doesn’t always matter to her. Often just being wanted and a man taking what he wants is satisfaction enough for her. Being the center of attention is something she really enjoys.

After T had come they pulled themselves together and she hurriedly got dressed. When they exited the bathroom , she was relieved to see her son was still happily playing on his iPad.

Experiencing some guilt and regret it was slightly awkward when she said goodbye to T and left the store. On the way back to where she was staying it dawned on her that the rest of the world was unaware about what had just happened. Not only was she a cheating wife, she cheated with her son just a few feet away. Perhaps that’s what makes it so slutty.

She didn’t see T again that trip, but it wasn’t the last time that they fucked.