Hi honey. I’m not sure how to begin, but I know that I have to anyway. You told me when we first got married that honesty was the most important thing. You said if we were to stay together, I had to always tell you the truth, even when it was hard. Especially when it’s hard.
I don’t want you to be mad. In my fantasy, you read this and find yourself excited more than anything else. You can’t help but get turned on, and instead of leaving me, you run into my arms, tear my clothes off, and fuck me harder than you have in years.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part, but so it goes. The important thing is that I’m doing it. I’m writing it down and telling you. All of it. Including the details.
It happened over the weekend. You were playing golf and I was home Saturday afternoon doing nothing but sitting by the pool. Jenny was going to come over for spritzes but she got called into work, so it was just me in my white bikini sipping a glass of wine in the afternoon sun. Pretty perfect if you ask me, but I had no idea what was about to happen.
I don’t know if he saw me over the fence and made a choice, or if he honestly made a mistake. Maybe it doesn’t matter. How could it matter now? Whatever it was, in the middle of the afternoon, a frisbee flew over the fence, followed a minute later by Steve. Yeah, that one. Jay and Susan’s kid. The one who went off to college last year and came back with a six-pack and a cocky smile.
“Hey, sorry about that,” he said, picking up the frisbee and walking over to me. John, he was dressed in a pair of shorts and nothing else; I’ve never seen a body like his. I nearly spit out my wine as he approached me, but I nevertheless smiled and told him not to worry about it.
“Are you here alone?” he asked, looking around the pool.
“Mrs. Roth was going to come over,” I mumbled. Can you believe I said that? When was the last time I called Jenny, Mrs. Roth? “But she had to cancel. And since John is playing golf, it’s just me.”
“I wish we had a pool,” he said, eyeing the cold water.
“You know you can use it any time,” I said, wondering already if I was asking for trouble. It’s not that I thought anything would happen, I swear I didn’t. But I was already starting to feel hot just looking at him, and the thought of him soaking wet didn’t do much to cool me down.
“Yeah? I’d like that. It’s been so hot all week. I just don’t want to bother you,” he said, sitting down on the chair next to me.
“I enjoy the company.”
Maybe you think it’s my fault now. Was that flirting? What else could it have been? You don’t tell a nineteen-year-old boy that you enjoy his company unless you want something, right? But honestly, John, I was just being friendly. I didn’t expect what was to come next.
“Come swim with me,” he said, taking my hand and standing up. I let him tug me along, although I did manage to finish my wine before he led me into the pool. Halfway down the stairs, he dove in, swam to the far side of the pool, and then returned underwater until he came up right in front of me. And I mean right in front of me. His broad shoulders almost blocked out the sun as I looked up at him, and I swear I nearly slipped.
“You’re a good swimmer,” I said, trying to sound casual.
“You’re a beautiful woman,” he said, reaching out and touching my cheek.
It wouldn’t be fair to say he’s not smooth. He was direct and clear, and it took me a moment to realize how inappropriate it was. But John, I smiled and said thank you and stepped back. I promise I did. It’s not my fault that he followed me. It’s not my fault that he touched me again, this time raising my head up by my chin so he could look into my eyes.
“I mean it. You’re incredible June. If you weren’t a married woman…”
He trailed off, but he didn’t move. I could feel the heat coming off his body as we stood in the shallow waters, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting wet. This handsome young man was hitting on me, and all I could do was smile and blush. I’m so sorry John, but I knew right then that I would do it. If he asked me, I would say yes. There was no way out.
“I may be married, but I’m not dead,” I said, hearing the words as if someone else had said them.
As I looked up into his eyes, I felt his hand move behind my back and tug on the strap of my bikini. I was completely powerless to stop him, John. Time froze as he undid the string and let it drop until he was staring at my bare breasts and licking his lips.
He took a step back and for a moment I thought it was over. I sighed, thinking he was done, but before I knew what was happening, he undid his shorts and pulled them off before coming back to me, now completely naked and half hard.
“Steve,” I mumbled, feeling his cock touch my thigh. I was going to say we couldn’t. That we shouldn’t. I was going to tell him it was a bad idea. I swear that I was.
“What is it?” he asked, sliding the back of his hand down the slope of my breast. “What do you want to tell me?”
“We should go inside,” I whispered.
I didn’t want anyone to see us. I didn’t want anyone to see what was about to happen, John because I knew right then what I was going to do. I knew, that no matter what, no matter what happened, I was going to fuck him. I’m so sorry John, but there was no going back.
He didn’t bother with his suit. As I walked into the house, he followed behind me, staring at my ass as I led him inside, up the stairs, and down the hall to our bedroom. I thought about doing it somewhere else, I really did. But if I’m being honest––and you insist that I am––the thought of fucking that boy on our bed only made it hotter.
The second he was in our room, I dropped to my knees.
I know John, I know. I can’t remember the last time I gave you a blowjob, but his cock was so beautiful, and I felt desperation I haven’t felt in such a long time. I dropped to my knees, took him in one hand, and then guided him between my lips. I slid my hand up and down his thick shaft, feeling him grow harder, and then I began to suck on that glorious cock like I was starving.
To say it was big would mean nothing. To say my fingers barely touched when I gripped him would only partially give you a picture of it. If I told you I could feel the weight of it in my hand it might come closer. And if I said that I have never seen a cock so big or so beautiful in my life, you might almost understand.
Steve’s cock was perfect, John, and I took him into my mouth and sucked on it like a starving school girl at her first pep rally.
Would it be better if that was it? Would it save our marriage if I told you that he came as I blew him and then it was done? Would it make any difference at all? That was what I wondered when I stood up and stepped out of my bikini bottoms. Would it really be any better if we stopped there?
I suppose it doesn’t matter, because I turned him around, pushed him down onto the bed, and then climbed up on his lap. And then we kissed, John. Is that worse than the blowjob? Does that make it harder for you? I kissed him long and slow as his hands gripped my ass tightly, pulling me down against his firm body. He was so hard between my legs as I tasted his mouth and his breath, and I was so wet I thought he might fuck me right then.
When I reached down and took him in hand again, this time rubbing him against my pussy, he stopped me.
“Shouldn’t we get a condom?” he asked, looking down at our bodies.
“I’ve never done this before,” I said. I don’t know why I said that John, but I did, and it was the truth. “I mean, I’ve never had an affair.”
“Yeah, but still…” I cut him off with a kiss.
I wish I could tell you it was the other way around. That Steve begged me for it and I said no. I wish I could tell you I at least tried to be safe, but the truth isn’t that pretty. He offered and I said no.
“Besides,” I told him, feeling the head of his cock enter me. “I want to feel all of you. I want to feel this big dick inside me, every fucking inch of it.”
And then he fucked me, John. Just like that, our neighbor’s son slammed his huge cock into me, filling your wife’s cunt in one thrust as I cried out in pleasure and pain as I welcomed him in.
And I swear, I have never felt anything like it.
I love you and I love the sex we have together. But his thick cock felt incredible as it slid in and out of me, and it hit spots I had never felt before. As I kissed him and rode him, he split me open, fucking me harder and faster than I’ve ever been fucked, John. His hands were on my breasts and my ass, and I moaned his name over and over again.
“Steve,” I begged. “Fuck me, Steve. Please, fuck me harder. Don’t stop, Steve. Don’t stop fucking me.”
Can you hear me John? Can you hear me as I beg for it? As I call out his name while he fucks me right here on our bed? On the bed we first fucked on? On the bed we spent our wedding night in?
Before long, he rolled me to my back. I cried when he pulled out because I suddenly felt so empty I could barely stand it. Just the loss of his cock within me drove me to despair and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait. A second later he was back inside me, thrusting into me over and over again as I kissed his mouth and his chin and raked my nails down his back.
If you see him tomorrow––outside, mowing the lawn––you’ll see the marks I left. The marks I left on his back as he fucked me with that beautiful cock on our marriage bed.
Would it matter if that was it, John? Would it matter if, at the end, I moved down his body and took him into my mouth as he came? Would that really have made a difference? At this point in the story, would it make you feel better to think he pulled out?
But no, John, that wasn’t what we did.
As he fucked me harder and faster I began to come. I clenched around, him wondering when it was that I last had an orgasm with a cock inside me. I bit his shoulder, pulled him to me, and I came so loudly I thought his parents might hear. Each time I screamed he kissed me and fucked me harder, and each time I looked up at him wide-eyed and in ecstasy while telling him that I was coming, he took me harder.
“I’m gonna come too,” he moaned, as I cried out.
“Righ where you are,” I begged, no longer caring. I was coming and so was he, and John, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man’s come as much as I wanted his. He closed his eyes and thrust into me, holding himself there as he began to let go, and then Steve came in me, flooding my pussy again and again as I begged him for more.
I was laughing with joy as he came, and I lost count of my orgasms somewhere after ten. And when I thought I was done, when I thought I had nothing left, I reached down and felt his come leaving my body and there I was again, coming so hard at the thought of this nineteen-year-old college boy shooting his load in my pussy; nothing has ever been hotter than that.
So there you have it. That’s what my honesty looks like this week, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I hope you can read this and feel joy in my pleasure, and I hope you can forgive him as well for giving me what I wanted.
And most of all, I want you to let go and be okay with everything. Because John? Tomorrow, late in the afternoon, he’s coming back.
And this time, I want you to watch as he fucks me. I want you to watch him fuck your wife on the couch, in the pool, and on our bed.
Because I not only told him that he could, John. I told him he could fuck my ass as well, and I don’t think I could stop him now if I wanted to.
I love you. And I need you. But tomorrow, that arrogant young man is going to fuck your wife’s ass, and there is nothing any of us can do to stop it.