I’m a married women - usually faithful to my gorgeous, well hung husband. We’ve got three kids between 10 and 15 and my life is fairly ordinary. I say usually faithful, as I have snogged and felt up a few lads on girls weekends away and was even fingered to orgasm in a club by a young Spanish lad in Seville on one occasion. But they were all dalliances - secrets with my girls who all enjoy the same bit of freedom and thrill that these naughty moments give us. This doesn’t mean we don’t love our hubbies - just that we want that thrill of being wanted by someone else. Trust me, all our hubbies get a good fucking from our guilty conscience as a result! Last week though I ended up fooling around with a guy not when I was drunk in some bar hundreds of miles from home, but stone cold sober just a few hundred yards from my front door. I’m out of work after being furloughed and being at home by myself while hubby was back at work and the kids at school left me pretty bored. I know I’m losing a bit of my figure too - boobs not as firm, my ass filling out a little, so I’ve been feeling down about it. I’m 5’5 with light brown hair that’s down to my shoulders. My friend had started up a landscaping business and asked if I’d be up for dropping some flyers through the doors in my neighbourhood - I was more than happy to. Get me out the house (especially as it was beautiful sunshine). I was wearing some cut off denim shorts and a vest top over a skimpy bra when I went out (and some converse too if that matters!). A couple of streets from me I walked up a gravel driveway to a nice detached house to drop the flyer through. The streets were quiet and I was a little sweaty with the heat and back pack full of flyers. Little beads of moisture forming on my forehead and in my cleavage. The door was open as I walked up and a guy wearing shorts, work boots and work gloves stepped through the door carrying a paving slab. I said ‘hi -can I leave you this flyer’ and I must admit I just stared at him up and down, more blatant than I planned! He was solid and muscular. Tattoos over his shoulder and onto his naked chest. Sweat dripping from him. He was a gorgeous bit of rough. He explained that he was doing some labouring work on the house as it was being gutted, but I could put it on the unit just inside the front door. I stepped in to the house and the coolness of the shade made me sigh and I paused to enjoy it whilst scanning the property which was just an empty shell with dust everywhere. The tattooed lad came in the house alongside me and had to brush past me which left a smear of dust and sweat on my arm. He was really apologetic and said he was going to grab a quick fag break if I wanted one. I don’t smoke, but said ‘why not?’ And followed him through to the rear garden. He stood and rolled himself a cigarette whilst we chatted about what my friend could do to the garden (I was faffing, but enjoying the friendly conversation). When he offered me a smoke I declined and said I do t which lead to him asking why I came through then.. I said I was dying for a drink instead. He passed me a can of Fanta from a cooler and watched me closely as I opened it and took a swig. ‘You always go into homes with blokes you don’t know then - bet hubby doesn’t like that!’ He said this pointing at my wedding and engagement rings. ‘Nothing going on here though is there?’ I answered, putting my drink down on the garden wall. ‘Could be though - I’m topless, you’re not wearing much..’ his voice trailed off as he put his hand lightly on my shoulder. I was getting turned on with the flirting… I fancied him. I wanted him. I put one finger out against his chest and said ‘but you’re pretty sweaty and dirty though are t you?’ ‘So? That doesn’t seem to bother you?’ We were staring at each other and he leant in to kiss me. The kiss was nice, and even with the heat in my pussy growing I didn’t want to give in. ‘And me being married doesn’t bother you?’ ‘Not one bit. Just some fun, eh?’ And he carried on kissing me. I melted into him, his hands on my bum pulling me against him. Due to the height difference, I soon found myself kissing and nuzzling his neck while he firmly squeezed my boobs through my top. My hands went to his shorts and I could feel a big hard cock as I unbuttoned them. I was in heat now and as his shorts fell to the floor I quickly followed them and dropped to my knees in front of him. His boxers were tenting nicely and I pulled the band down to reveal a nice thick cock and swollen head. His dusty hand settled on the back of my head and I leant forward to kiss his cock. It was sweaty and tasted salty, but I liked it. I kissed his tip with my mouth slightly open and flicked my tongue against his throbbing head. I kissed up and down his shaft the same way, his cock rubbing against my face as I did so. He moaned ‘what’s your name?’ I said ‘don’t worry’ and then took his cock in my mouth. I was wanking him as I sucked - I was bobbing up and down quickly, taking as much of him as I could (I’m not a deep throater) and really enjoying how hard he was. I was happy for him to cum in my mouth, but he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. He almost pulled my shorts open and seeing I had no panties on made him smile as he quickly pushed two fingers into my soaking pussy. I hadn’t trimmed for a couple of days, so was a bit stubbly, but he didn’t care! He turned me around and had me bend over, my elbows resting on the wall as he stood behind me fingering me like crazy. My pussy was squelching as my juices poured from me and I came with a moan on his fingers. I barely settled when he slid his cock onto me and gripping my hips began fucking me furiously. He kept saying how was going to cum so hard for me and I was begging him to fill me. I wanted this cum inside me so much. He pulled me round onto the grass and lay me down so he could fuck me missionary. We kissed as we fucked and I came again, this time on his beautiful cock that was ducking me so well. He knealt up and pulled my legs onto his shoulders as he picked up the pace. Sweat was pouring from him onto my top as he fucked me. He growled that he was going to cum and I told him to leave it in me. When he started to shoot it was incredible. I’d never felt spunk enter me so powerfully before. I could feel 4 or 5 jets hit the top of my pussy making me moan out again. He kept fucking me as he came - he was breeding me and pushing his cum deep inside me. He pulled out of me and I quickly got on my front so I could suck his cock clean. The last drops of his cum leaked onto my tongue as I sucked on his softening dick. Lying in the garden, my shorts discarded, sweat and dirt all over my face and top. The taste of cum in my mouth and a huge load in my pussy, I tried to stand, but couldn’t!! We laughed and kissed and lay there in the baking sun for about 10 minutes. I felt incredible and as we kissed and his cock stirred again, I went down on him as he lay there. I took my time, enjoying every inch of his thick cock. From his balls to the tip, I kissed every inch and sucked on him until he blew a (much smaller) load onto my tongue. I swallowed happily and then - about an hour after getting to the house, I left. I actually carried on with my flyer drop, cum leaking into my shorts and when I got home I masturbated in the shower thinking of my bit of rough. Don’t worry - hubby got a very nice blowjob when he got home (I lied and told him I was on my time of the month) and when he came on my tits all I could think of was what a small load it was compared to the one in my pussy.