Well it finally happened, and not at all like I ever
imagined or fantasized it would happen. What, you ask am I
talking about diary?
Until yesterday, I had never cheated on my husband of 21
years. For that matter, he is the only man I have ever had
sex with in my life, since I was 16 and a virgin when we
first met. That all ended yesterday and I still can't
believe it. Oh sure I've had the usual fantasies where I
meet a handsome stranger while my husband and kids are out
of town. He takes me out on the town and romances me then
takes me back to his luxury hotel suite and makes love to
me all night long. Well he was a stranger and very handsome
but that's where the similarities end. In fact it gets
pretty sick and perverted but you, dear diary, have heard
it all before.
I should at least give you some background. I am a 41-year-
old woman, married with two kids who live an upper middle
class life in a town that I won't mention. I don't have the
body of a 21 year old but I haven't let myself go either. I
am 5'3" natural blonde and I weigh 135lbs. I don't know
about best but my most noticeable feature is my chest. I
wear a 36 DD and fill out every inch of it. And yes, they
are real. Anyway diary, this all started when my husband
and I took my oldest son to college. He is a freshman this
year at a state university. While none of us had ever met
his roommate David, my son Andy had talked to him on the
phone several times. He referred to him as nice but kind of
quiet.
When we hit the dorm about 2:00 in the afternoon, it was
mass pandemonium with students looking bewildered and
parents looking frustrated. Since there was no parking for
blocks around, it was decided that I would take the key and
some cleaning supplies up to get started while my husband
and son found a parking spot and started unloading my son's
things.
I walked in to my son's room, and met David. He was about
5'10", 150 lbs with dark hair and was possibly the most
beautiful person I have ever seen. I introduced myself as
Andy's mom and stuck out my hand. He smiled shyly, shook my
hand but his eyes never left my chest. This neither
surprises nor offends me as I have seen this reaction for
so many years I hardly even notice. I certainly wasn't
dressed to kill, wearing a simple mid thigh white skirt and
red blouse that buttons down the front.
What did surprise me was the fact that he had yet to speak.
Oh well, I thought, the strong silent type. I went to work
unloading the cleaning supplies and scrubbing the sink
area.
Once or twice I saw him staring at me but didn't pay a
whole lot of attention to it. When I was standing on my
tiptoes straining to reach the storage area over the
closet, David walked up behind me and placed both hands on
my breast.
I was outraged and decided to put an end to this right
away. I grabbed his hands in mine and pulled them away from
my breast, turned around to let him have a piece of my mine
and that's when I received the shock of my life. He had
pulled his gym shorts to the side and was showing me at
least 8 solid inches of rock hard cock. I stopped for a
minute to consider the best was of handling this and when I
did, his hands went back to massaging my tits.
Now I have been hit on before and know how to shoot those
guys down with ease but this kid was throwing me off my
game a bit. He had yet to say a single word but had already
gone further with me than any man since I married.
He wasn't hitting on or propositioning me however his
intentions, as well as his state of excitability were quiet
obvious. I again grabbed his hands with mine only this time
he turned the tables and took my right hand in his left
hand and placed it on his visibly twitching cock.
I knew I had to do something because even though I didn't
feel threatened or scared, I knew this kid was going to try
to fuck me. I started stroking his dick slowly and rubbing
the head figuring he would cum pretty quick and I would be
out of this situation. Instead, he started moving his left
hand up the back of my thigh. The bad thing was, I was
starting to get turned on.
All kind of thoughts were rushing through my head, not the
least of which, was that my son and husband would be coming
up to the room as soon as they found a parking spot. I
tried to squirm to prevent his hand from reaching my pussy
because on top of every thing else, I was getting wetter
than I had ever been in my life. Try as I might, his middle
finger found my pussy and went right to my clit. My knees
buckled as I had a mini orgasm right there as he fingered
me.
In the next instant I lost all control and my animal
instincts took over. I pushed him back onto the bare
mattress that my son would be sleeping on, pulled his gym
shorts down to his ankles and straddled him with my knees
beside his hips and his monster cock 2 inches in front of
my pussy. I pulled my panties to one side, grabbed his cock
and shoved it into my throbbing pussy and immediately
started rocking up and down on his shaft. I had in the
matter of minutes changed from respectable mom to cock
hound.
I had a little orgasm immediately upon his dick sliding
into me and another big one complete with moaning about 30
seconds later. Shortly after that second orgasm, he spoke
his only words to me. "Show me your tits". What the hell,
in for a penny, in for a pound. Besides, I needed this kid
to hurry up and cum before we had company knocking on the
door. I unbuttoned my blouse, unclasped my bra and let my
tits tumble out. I leaned forward and mashed my tits into
his face while I continued to rock up and down back and
forth on his cock.
Almost immediately I felt him tense and then he shot his
entire load up into my pussy. I gathered my thoughts,
clasped my bra and pulled my panties back over my pussy
lips. I went into the bathroom that they would share with
two other boys and cleaned my self up. While I was in
there, with his sperm running down my leg I heard my
husband and son arrive and knock on the door.
While I was cleaning the trail that was running down my leg
and washing out my panties, I could here the introductions
going on between my husband, my son and his room mate who I
had just finished fucking. The guilt and shame began to
over take me and tears started to flow. When I exited the
bathroom, they laughed at me for being so emotional about
my baby going away to college.
Well diary, there it is. I don't think this incident has
turned me into a wanton slut; however, I have had an
interesting fantasy life since this event.
While I was writing this down, my son called and told me
he was going to bring Dave home for the Labor Day weekend.
This may take some thinking.
Love,
Barbara
Sunday, September 9, 2012
DEAR DIARY
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