First, a warning. This is a story about cheating. I understand that such stories might elicit controversial reactions, so let me tell you: I'm not a homewrecker. I do have casual sex with married men, but as soon as they mention having feelings towards me, or the idea of leaving their wives, it's over. I cut them off. This is not what I seek from them and I don't need this kind of drama. And I make sure they know the rules.

Also, as a person with a Catholic upbringing, I remember what the gospels teach us: he who looks at a woman who is not his wife with a lustful eye has already committed adultery. This is a pretty harsh standard! But it also means that the man has already committed adultery by just wanting to have sex with me (even if we do not know each other and never talked before!), so having sex does not change the situation. This is liberating.

So, I have this guy from Germany who works in Krakow, his wife and kids are there with him. He came to my city a couple of times for sex. He knows how to be rough, but also respects my limits and never gets carried away. He also loves to talk dirty about his wife and to compare her unfavorably to me. This is a turn-on for me. Again, we both understand that this is just a kink.

Recently, he started having more sinister fantasies. Like inviting me to his house and having sex in their master bedroom. I refused. A marriage bed is to stay undefiled. Instead, I suggested if he wanted the thrills, he could bring his family to my city, send them shopping, and invite me to their hotel room... Technically, their hotel bed is not a marriage bed, so I won't be breaking any taboos this way.

We chatted a bit about this scenario, but long story short, he was unable to do this. Instead, we agreed on a different scenario. I will come to Krakow, to the restaurant where he comes with his wife. At a certain point, he will excuse himself to go to the bathroom. I will be waiting for him there. I will suck his cock and he will return to his wife.

I tried to talk him out of it. Sex in public or semi-public places is not nearly as exciting as it might seem. "Imagine if someone just had diarrhea there!", I tried to reason with him. But all in vain. He was firm. "Ok," I thought, "the guy has always been kind to me. Why not give him what he wants?"

So, I took a bus to Krakow, and at 7 pm I was in an Italian restaurant. The place was located outside common tourist routes and had average reviews. We had agreed that I would come at 7 pm and they would come at 7-30pm. The restaurant is small enough, so we would always be in each other eyesight, no matter where we sit.

I was in my slutty attire. I put on a black leather mini-skirt, a white top that showed my bra underneath, and red stiletto heels. My makeup was heavy, with dark red lipstick and bright blue eyeshadow.

I looked at the menu and asked a caprese salad, a ravioli, and a glass of Chianti. The man and his wife arrived slightly earlier than 7-30pm. He made eye contact with me from a distance. His wife seemed like a very nice lady. She was a little chubby.

I said grace and started eating my salad. The man and his wife were seated four tables away from me, so I did not hear what they were talking about. But they were arguing about something. The man looked very anxious and uncomfortable, and his wife had a sad and disappointed expression.

After I finished the salad and drank 2/3 of the glass of wine. I ordered the second glass of Chianti and placed it near the first one. This was our signal. If he sees two wine glasses on my table, one almost finished, another one full, this means I wait for him in the men's bathroom.

I arranged the glasses and took off to the bathroom. It was empty and quite clean. I waited for him there sitting on a toilet seat. A minute later, he came in. I unfastened the belt on his pants and freed his penis.

The penis was flaccid. It was an unexpected complication. Of course, the quarrel with the wife and the time pressure was on his mind. The guy just was not in the right headspace yet. So I used my Rapid Cock Recovery method on him. First, I told him to do a breathing exercise: breathe in slowly, on counts of one-two-three-four, keep his breath on count of one-two-three-four, and then slowly breathe out on one-two-three-four.

I made him do this five times, counting for him, and keeping my hands on his belly.

It should have calmed him down and cleansed his thoughts. Now, onto the seduction! I started by making a Catholic schoolgirl face. I kept my mouth closed and gave him a shy, innocent look. I tilted my head and started playing with my hair. He seemed to be getting excited. I noticed some movement with his dick. Then I started transforming my Catholic schoolgirl face into the nasty-slut face.

The nasty-slut face is when I raise one eyebrow, curl my lips into a wicked smile, and look at the man with an unblinking gaze. I keep my mouth open slightly, ready to take his cock inside it. My eyes are narrow, and I tilt my head back slightly as if I am challenging him to fuck me.

I saw his cock getting even more excited. He moved closer to me and put his hands on my boobs. He squeezed them and played with my nipples. I took his penis in my hand and started stroking. The cock was rapidly getting harder now. I smiled at him and started licking the tip. I could feel him trembling with excitement. The Rapid Cock Recovery method did its magic.

I started to lick the shaft. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and he pushed his cock inside. I started moving my lips with my hands on his balls. I could hear his heavy breathing. I took his cock out of my mouth for a moment to lick his balls. He moaned.

Then I returned the cock in my mouth and continued moving my lips up and down his shaft. I was sucking it faster and faster, and I felt his hands on my head. He was pushing my head down on his cock taking control over the pace of the movement.

I felt the cock throbbing in my mouth. He was going to cum any moment now. I moved my mouth back and forth a few more times, and then I felt his sperm squirting inside my mouth. I swallowed it.

He left the bathroom. I washed my face and returned to the restaurant. The man and his wife were still there, but they looked much calmer now. They were no longer fighting. He looked relaxed. He made a joke, and she laughed.

I finished my ravioli and drank the second glass of Chianti.

He discreetly made quick eye contact with me. He seemed happy.

I paid the bill and left