Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

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CONFESSION OF AN UNFAITHFUL HOUSEWIFE​

“Stave will be angry,” my husband would often say when his projects were not turning out well. “You really have to worry about Stave there. He is a tyrant. We are all there just to serve,” he would say. I often wondered what type of man he was who could cause such trepidation in another man. I learned from my hubby that Stave had slept with their client's sexy wife. My hubby told me he often overheard some women praising his 'bedroom abilities’ in the lunchroom. “He sounds frightening. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with such a person,” I replied. One night I went with my hubby to his company's annual party. I saw this very attractive man. I noticed he kept looking at me from the stage. I would catch him out of the corner of my eye watching me while I was talking or laughing with other guests. After the show, he came up and introduced himself. He was Stave. I have heard about this guy a lot but never met him. He told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he just had to talk to me. I was impressed with him - he was highly intelligent and fun to be around. We talked as if we knew each other for a long time. As we stood there chatting, he kept praising me on how pretty I was, how good I smelled, how nice I was dressed, what a nice person I was, making me feel incredibly special and attractive. Later when my husband joined us, I found myself in a small group heading off for drinks with him. The three of us spent most of the night together. I felt bad when the time came to leave the party and go back home.

My hubby and I talked about his boss the whole way home. Later that night, I started thinking about him. I thought I had to know more about this man. I wished I had schemed a way to meet him again later. The following day I called him. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt that hot flash you get when you are nervous. I told him I had enjoyed his company very much the previous night. He told me he felt the same way. He told me that he also found me very attractive on the night. He was afraid to even go to the bathroom because he was afraid he wouldn't find me again. He then told me he was with other people and would call me later. I suspected my hubby was the ‘other people’. I was unable to contain my anticipation of his call. Thirty minutes later, to my amazement, he called me and we talked. Once again I felt tongue tied. We talked for more than an hour. It was so refreshing to have a man that actually made me feel so beautiful. I really got to know him and thought this guy is a completely different person to the man he is made to be. He forced me to promise that I will meet him in one of his apartment next Saturday afternoon. On that Saturday I went to meet him keeping my children’s in the care of my husband.

If I’d known he was going to have this effect on me, I probably wouldn’t have come. He was too handsome, too charming and obviously had too much power over me. The power to make me weak in the knees and cloud my senses. The power to make me not only willing to sleep with a man I barely knew, but be on the verge of begging for his touch. He had to know I was putty in his hands, had to know I was his for the taking. And yet he’d asked permission to make love to me, and was still waiting for my answer. As much as I’d agonized over my decision to come here with him, the decision to go through with sharing his bed was easy. I wanted him, and regardless of his reasons for wanting me, there was only one response I could give. My lashes fluttered, and I opened my eyes to see him watching me closely, his expression intense and strained. “Yes,” I said finally. I felt the tension seep from his body, saw the lines in his face vanish. Then, before I could form another thought, he scooped me into his arms, his long strides eating up the distance to the bedroom. Once inside, he laid me gently on the made bed, then stepped back to divest him self of clothing. Rising up on my elbows, I watched him kick off his shoes, undo his cuff links, shed his jacket, tie, shirt and slacks. He came back to me in all his naked glory, so magnificent he made my mouth go dry. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened a drawer in the nightstand and removed a box of condoms, setting them on one of the pillows in easy reach. And then he turned his attention back to me, undivided, focused. The need swirling in my belly began to build and spread outward.

He traced the line of pale flesh above the scalloped cup of my black bra, never taking his eyes from me. Leaning in, he used his teeth to nibble and bite at my bottom lip. I opened to him, wanting more, wanting everything. And he gave it to me, covering my mouth, molding their bodies together, kissing me until I was limp and gasping for air. When we parted, Stave grabbed me by the waist and dragged me more to the center of the bed. Then he sat back and lifted my leg until the sole of my satin pump rested flat against his bare chest. He reached past my bent knee, letting his callus palms run up and down my thigh. Slipping off my shoe, he pressed a kiss to the inside of my bare ankle.

I gave a gasp of surprise and Stave chuckled. I almost wished he’d hurry up to slow down the agony he was creating now, the heaving and writhing lust monster coming to life in my belly and between my legs. It had fangs and claws and was tearing at my insides, making me shiver and moan. And I could tell by the simmering, possessive look in his eyes that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He switched to my other leg, following the same process, causing perspiration to break out along my upper lip, inside my elbows, behind my knees. When he finished, he glided his hand inside my leg and found that indeed I was not wearing panties. “That’s where I have wanted to be all night,” Stave whispered. Next, he reached behind me and deftly undid my bra, pitching the strapless garment in the same direction as my other lingerie. I fought the urge to hide my nudity with my hands or reach for a corner of the bedspread, reminding my self that I’d chosen this. And Stave wasn’t exactly the first man to see me naked. He was definitely more handsome and masterful than my husband.

I couldn’t remember another man ever making me want him with just one look, ever making my mouth water or my body vibrate so strongly with unleashed desire. I felt like throwing out my arms and screaming, “Take me. Use me.” Stave moved to cover my body with his own, taking my mouth in a slow, bone-melting kiss. His broad chest, with its sprinkling of dark, springy hair, flattened my breasts and rubbed against my nipples. His erection, hard and hot, nudged my stomach. Digging my nails into his slick shoulders and back, I tipped my hips, trying to get closer, urging him to slip inside, where I needed him most. But his exercise in torture wasn’t over yet. He finished with my mouth, trailing his lips along my chin, down the column of my throat, across my collarbone and the swell of my right breast. His tongue swept across the beaded peak and I groaned, arching upward. Stave continued to lick, nip, suckle and drive all sensible thought from my head. I dug my fingers into his hair, trying to tug him away even as my back bowed into his magic touch.

A whimper slipped past my lips, and I fully expected to expire on the spot. If I survived long enough to regain the use of my limbs and brain cells, I fully intended to exact a bit of my own sweet revenge. He lifted my head and a cocky, satisfied grin spread across my face. But the smoldering heat in his eyes belied the lighter lift of his lips. “I want to do more,” Stave said in a tight, gravelly voice, holding my gaze. “I want to kiss you from head to toe. Taste every inch of your skin, then come back for seconds.” He crawled up a few inches until our eyes and mouths and naughty parts aligned. Threading one hand through the hair at my temple, he reached past me and grabbed the box of condoms, struggling to open it one-handed. “I want to,” he repeated, “but I can’t. I don’t have that much self-control.” When he had a single square packet free, he tore the end off with his teeth and spat the plastic aside. It took him less than a second to sheath himself and settle more fully between my legs, which I had wrapped loosely around his hips. Stave took my mouth, speaking between wet, breath-stealing kisses. “Later, all right? I’ll lick you all over later.

I promise.” With one smooth, powerful motion, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me, setting my nerve endings on fire. Air hissed through his clenched teeth as he held himself perfectly still above me, the muscles in his throat roped and taut. I knew he was waiting for me, giving my time to adjust to his invasion, the size and hardness of his impressive length. But I didn’t need time. I only needed him. From the moment he’d entered me, everything about this encounter had felt right. And now all I wanted was for him to move, to fill me even more fully and send my flying over the abyss that hovered just out of reach. Twining my arms around his neck to match the twist of my legs at his hips, I drew him closer. “Don’t stop now,” I whispered a split second before our mouths met. He groaned the sound vibrating against my lips, through my torso and limbs and into my soul. His hands tightened on my waist, lifting me slightly as he pulled back. I started to whimper at the friction he created and the sudden loss of his heat, but before the noise could work its way up from my diaphragm, he thrust forward again.

Slowly, methodically, he moved in and out. Smooth motions at first, then building in speed and intensity. My breathing increased, my lungs contracting to absorb less and less oxygen with each breath. I raised my legs higher, gripping him about the waist, doing everything I could to pull him deeper. It wasn’t enough. Stave was pounding into me now, his fingers digging into the flesh of my buttocks, but still I wanted more. I wanted harder, faster, stronger… More, more, more.

Even as I thought it, the words tumbled from my lips. Broken and disjointed, but directly into Stave’s ear. He heard, agreed, obeyed, took me higher and faster until I was gasping. My body strained for him, strained for release. And then it hit with the impact of a bullet, making me cry out and claw at his back with my nails. My inner muscles spasmed around him, and I moaned in wonder as he took me climbing again. The second climax was as strong as the first, rocking my self to my very core. And this time, he came with me, grinding his mouth to me as he pumped one last time, and then went rigid above me. For several long minutes, we lay there, tangled and still, our ragged breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I couldn’t move, my bones weak, I was nonexistent. I never ever experienced an orgasm even close to that in my adult life, not to mention the level of sensuality, passion, eroticism and intensity Stave had shown me.

I’d ever suspected sex with Stave would be half as satisfying as what we’d just done. With a reluctant groan, Stave rolled aside. The air in the room washed over my naked, damp body, making me shiver. But a second later, Stave’d pulled back the bedspread and was dragging me toward the headboard. Stave tucked me under the covers, propped a pillow beneath my head and then slipped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close. “They were my hubby’s idea.” The words popped out without conscious thought. “What was?” “The panties.

My hubby always tells me that It would be very sexy If I do not wear any, and see you are also appreciating this.” His grin turned even more wicked, “Your husband is right. He winked at me and said Remind me to send him a thank-you note when we get back. And maybe a pay raise. Go to sleep now,” Stave whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. This was somewhat lacking, but I was too tired and too satisfied to care. Curling into him, I closed my eyes and let my self drift off, vaguely aware of the smile stretched across my face. I felt desired, desirable and glad to be alive. And grateful to Stave for showing me how lovemaking could be. I had been wildly unfaithful to my husband but incredibly, I did not feel guilty. I didn't feel I was doing any wrong to my husband. I returned home from that trip very confused, yet elated. After that incident we went on to have sex in my office, his office, his house, and my house. Each time we made love it was so intense we lost track of time, it seemed to go away. Words can't even describe how my whole body tingled from his devouring of me. He touched my soul. I had the feeling of oneness with him that I had never felt before. I dreamed about him and daydreamed about the moments we spent together.

I want to describe one of our adventures in details. That day my elder son Jeff was hospitalized for an appendix operation. His appendix was infected somehow and doctors suggested for an urgent operation. Doctors warned us because of the intensity of the infection it was not possible for them to tell how his condition will be after the operation. We were all very tensed and waiting in the lobby of the hospital. My husband took my hand in his hand and we were silently praying to god for the betterment of my son Jeff. My 12 years old daughter was also crying for his brother and her grandmother was trying to make her calm. The situation was much tensed and we were all waiting for the doctors to come out from the operation chamber. Certainly my cell phone rang. It was Stave, he asked me about the situation and I said we were all waiting outside in the lobby, jeff’s operation was just started. He asked me not to be tensed and keep faith on the god. Every thing will be ok. He also told me to call him if anything needed. After an hour the doctors came out from the operation chamber. We got information from the reception that his operation was successful and over but next 3 hours will be very critical for him. So we decided to wait for another three hours.

My cell phone rang again and again it was Stave. He said he was waiting for me in his van in the basement car parking area of the hospital. I was thinking that should I meet him or not in this critical situation. But Stave requested me to meet him, at least for few minutes, so that I can relax a bit. I told my husband and my daughter that I need some fresh air. If any thing happens please call me in my cell phone. I knew that if I went to his car, we were going to have sex again without bothering about the critical situation of my son. I tried hard not to go. But I could not. As soon as I decided to meet him, it made me feel terribly excited as well as relaxed. As soon as I entered in his van parked in the very quiet basement car parking area of the hospital, Stave took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I came undone. How could it be that I could feel this way about this man while my own son lying in the bed of the observation room of the hospital. After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly.

The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness right now, I am not in the situation to enjoy a sexual intercourse while my own son lying in a critical condition. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning. Stave lowered me onto the seat, his mouth never leaving mine for an instant. After kissing me until our mouths began to ache, Stave disentangled himself from the embrace and then gently arranged my body so that my arms were thrown back in abandonment behind my head, and my legs were spread as wide apart as the limited seat space allowed it. For a moment I moved to stop him. It was too personal, too soon. But then with an involuntary groan, I gave in. My head was spinning, I couldn't breathe. It seemed that he knew without any words being exchanged how my body was reacting. Then he supported himself up on his elbows and slowly eased his enormous cock inside me. Again we were kissing wildly, biting, thrusting with our tongues. I felt a new wave of desire sweep through my body. I could feel every fiber of his enormous cock inside me, thrusting until I thought I could take no more, then withdrawing until I begged him to return. His hands were molesting my breasts very badly, and his mouth was on my nipples, teasing, driving up and up in a crescendo. Within a few minutes he started pumping my pussy with his enormous rock solid cock. I forgot everything about my son’s critical condition as he humped me. I was in my seventh heaven. After humping me for at least 10 minutes he started giving some violent jerks and we shouted together enjoying the unbearable pleasures of our release.

This was how lovemaking could really be like. And should be like. Not the routine, rather predictable sex I had grown accustomed to in my marriage. But the wild, abandoned feeling of two people giving each other so much pleasure that at times it felt almost unbearable in its intensity. It took us a long time to catch our breath. Afterwards we lay clinging together, unable to speak. Stave raised himself on an elbow. On the cleft of my breast there was a bead of perspiration and gently he ran his hands over it and then over my breasts. “You are beautiful” he said, kissing them, kissing me. I came back to my senses when my cell phone rang again and my husband asked me to come back after informing me that doctors just told them that our son is out of danger now. I came back to the lobby being very relaxed. Stave gave me that yearning of love and fulfilled that childhood wish that all women have. To meet the man of our dreams and I felt in my heart that he definitely was the one. From my first sight of him there had been such magic that it made me weak. I still don't know what it is that keeps me attracted to him after all this time. I know everyone will think that I am wrong but how can something that feels so right be so wrong? Love for my husband and my family, I told myself, had nothing to do with it.
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MAKING BABIES WITH AN OUTSIDER​

My name is Sagar and I have a wonderful wife. Suhasini and I have been trying to have a child, but every month she is right on time with her period. Our doctor has tested my sperm and thinks it is my problem. He has suggested we consider a sperm bank if we want to have children. We are seriously considering that, but we want to keep trying for awhile longer. My office friend, Nitu, and her husband, Nikhilesh , visit us often with their two children. The children are old enough to be tearing around the house while we visit.

We don’t mind the noise because we like watching them play and, at the same time, wishing we had at least one of our own. Nitu and his usband sympathize with us and suggest we go ahead to use the sperm bank. Nitu often talks about Nikhilesh’s potent sperm and that she has to be very careful to be sure and take her birth control pills on time. They don’t want any more children right now. One day while Netu and Nikhilesh were visiting us, Nitu made a joking statement that we could use him as a stud and wouldn’t charge anything. He would gladly do it for free. We all laughed and ribbed him for being so eager to plant his seed in Suhasini. That made me start to think Nikhilesh is a nice healthy guy. Would that be better than going to a sperm bank? I dismissed the thought as a wild idea. Later that night while I was having sex with Suhasini, I was thinking about making a comment. We should use Nikhilesh’s sperm to get her pregnant. He could go to a doctor, jack off, then the doctor could implant his sperm. Or, he could put his cock in Suhasini to cum in her. I assumed Suhasini and Nitu would veto that last method. Also, I’m not sure I would want Nikhilesh to fuck my wife.

I softly commented to Suhasini, “I don’t know if you’ve thought about it, but Nikhilesh is a good healthy person. We could use his sperm to get you pregnant.” “I’ve thought a little about that, too. But would you want him to implant his seed in me? You know, I was a virgin when we married and you’re the only one I’ve had for sex.” I hesitated to respond. Evidently she is thinking that is the only way to get his sperm. I said, “It would all be in secrets because they are very close to us. No one would ever know except the four of us. Do you think Nitu would let her husband have sex with you? I know Nitu well enough to know she would not agree. She does not seem very possessive of her husband and she is very broad minded too”. “How would you feel, dear husband.” “Oh, I can put up with it for us to have a healthy baby.” I was getting so turned on thinking about my sexy wife being fucking by another man that I immediately started cuming in her. When my breathing came back to normal and I relaxed, she said, “Did that turn you on? I mean when we were talking about my Nikhilesh having sex with me.” I was embarrassed and commented, “I don’t know.” I knew that was a lie. I did get really turned on thinking about Nikhilesh’s cock going back and forth, then spewing cum in her.

Nothing more was said about it until the following weekend. We were visiting Nikhilesh and Nitu. Suhasini was playing with the two children when she said, “I want a baby. Somehow I’m going to get pregnant.” Nikhilesh joking said, “So you want a baby. I have the sperm. I’d be happy to give it to you, now or later.” Netu gave her husband dirty look. Suhasini then laughed, “OK, that’s a deal.” She looked at me to get my reaction. Suhasini continued in a joking voice, “That might turn my husband on if we went into the bedroom together.” Suhasini then became more serious, “I’ll do most anything to get impregnated from a healthy guy like you. That is, if my husband and your wife won’t get jealous. Suddenly, everyone became more serious because they thought Suhasini really meant it. Suhasini continued, “No one would ever know except the four of us. I could have a healthy baby and, as far as anyone else knows, Sagar would be the father. There seemed to be a dead silence.

I looked around at the others to see them in thought. I broke the silence, “I would go along with it if every one else would agree.” Nitu said, “Sagar, are you sure you want Nikhilesh to get in bed with your wife?” “We want a baby so much that I’m all for it.” Suhasini then looked at Nikhilesh, “I’m ready.” Suhasini walked over to kiss me. “I’ll be back in a little while.” She then turned to Nikhilesh, “Come on with me.” Nikhilesh looked at Nitu, got up and followed Suhasini down the hall into the bedroom. Sagar watched his wife walking away to be fucked by another man. Sagar and Nitu looked at each other as if they didn’t believe it was happening. It all happened with just a few minutes of discussion. Sagar faced Nitu and said, “What do they expect us to do, just idly sit here while they are getting naked in the bedroom?” “I guess so. Let’s talk about something to get our minds off of what is happening.” They sat and tried to make small talk, but they couldn’t think of much to say.

Their minds were on the activities they assumed were going on in the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Suhasini took the initiative. She put her arms around Nikhilesh’s neck and kissed him lightly at first, then he held her tight and they kissed deeply. As their tongues met, he hugged her more tightly. He commented, “Our kisses have always been friendly pecks on the lips, but that kiss really was good.” They kissed some more as they slowly undressed. He sat down on the bed so she could pull his pants off to expose a very hard erection. It was a rare experience for her to see a cock other than her husbands. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waist band of her panties to pull them down. She thought she would be embarrassed to be standing naked in front of him, but she felt reasonably at ease. He seemed to be mesmerized to see her shapely body with her full breasts pointed at his head. She thought about taking his cock in her mouth, but realized the reason she was in the bedroom with him was to get pregnant. Before she knew what was happening, he had her sit on the edge of the bed while he was standing in front of her.

His cock was on the level with her mouth as he edged forward allowing his cock to touch her face. She opened her mouth as he pushed the head in. She cupped his balls while he made slow back and forth movements. She pushed him back a little to be able to speak. “Let’s get on the bed and put this big thing in me.” She could see he was very aroused and ready. She laid on her back, opened her legs allowing him to mount her. His cock was probing for her hole. She took his cock in one hand to give it direction. He moaned as he penetrated her completely on the first stroke. His cock pulled back and plunged again. Their bodies began to move together to relish the sexual ecstasy. He was so excited to be fucking his wife’s friend that he could not hold back. She was encouraging him to flood her womb and was not concerned about having an orgasm for herself. A few moments later he gave a final plunge and loudly moaned at he shot the cum she so much wanted in her body. His sexual convulsions were so dynamic and prolonged that she had an orgasm, too.

He laid on top of her while both of them were gasping for breath. He started to roll off of her, but she said, “Keep it in me for a little while. Remember, I want to get pregnant.” When his cock became rather small and she couldn’t feel it, he rolled off to lie beside her. When he regained his breath and strength, he said, “That was wonderful, maybe we should rest a few minutes until I get hard again for more.” “No, I think we should go back in the living room now. Doing it a second time right now probably won’t help in getting me pregnant. It would probably be better if you came back in a couple of days to try again.” Sagar and his office friend, Nitu, were in the living room trying to carry on a conversation. Sagar glanced at his watch to note their spouses had been in the bedroom for about a half hour. Why was Nikhilesh taking so long to fill her with sperm? They weren’t supposed to be enjoying themselves. He was supposed to get her pregnant. Sagar and Nitu were still sitting in the living room when their spouses emerged from the bedroom fully dressed. Sagar thought they looked well satisfied.​