I’m a 35 year old women who’s sick of hearing about men who have sex being cheered on but women who have lots of sex as being slags, well then, this is my story and make of it what you will.

I’m married to a wonderful man, but he doesn’t satisfy me.  He has a small penis and doesn’t really know how to use it and doesn’t like oral sex and after 10 years of marriage I did what I considered originally to be a terrible thing but now, its part of my life.

I’m not unattractive and I have a decent figure, one man described me as looking like very studious (I’m not) looking like a schoolteacher, glasses included because I was writing on a note pad in a hotel lobby where I was staying for a few days with work. I had a cup pf tea in front of me.   As usual and like most men I kept catching him glancing at my breasts.   He was in his mid-50’s, already had grey hair, was handsome in a rugged sort of way and spoke like a labourer (sorry labourers), low and growling, speaking in a ‘couldn’t give a shit’ tone.

I was at the back of the lobby, hoping that by sitting there I would be left alone and not hit on by every guy who fancied his chances, obviously not. 

To this day I have no idea what came over me or why I thought that what I did that evening was ok.

Not that its important but I’m a 32c and for some reason that evening and more often from that day on I decided not to wear a bra and I guess that added to the attraction that this guy found in taking sneaky peaks at my chest.   We chatted about mundane things for a while until he looked at my breast for the umpteenth time and I gave him my ‘are you serious’ look, the look that you can only give by looking over your glasses.   

He justified his glances by telling me that I looked so much like his former schoolteacher, although he used the word ‘old’ as in former.  I asked him if he staired at his teacher’s breast as well, he grinned and said ‘yes, all the time’ then added that her nipples weren’t as impressive as mine.

I looked down and felt my cheeks burning when I realised that they were slightly ‘erect’ and very obvious.  He was not hiding the fact that he was looking, in fact he was studying then with a big grin on his face.   And this is the point at which my life changed.

I looked up and saw that the lobby was empty, everyone had either gone to bed or were still in the restaurant but wouldn’t be able to see us because we were tucked away in a far corner at the very back of the lobby.  I was wearing a very thin polar neck jumper, probably a size too small hence it hugged me and my breasts and I felt devilish and more than slightly aroused.   I put my cup of tea down on the note pad and I have no idea what I was thinking, I lifted my jumper up and over my breast giving this complete stranger a look.   He immediately reached out and gave my breast a squeeze followed by pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then, without saying a word, leant down and firstly kissed my breast and then gently sucked my nipple, almost like a baby suckling.  He reached under the jumper and pulled it up over the other breast and did the same to that.

I looked up and watched a couple walk out of the restaurant to the lift some distance away whilst this stranger sucked my breast harder and harder. I was aroused and at that exact moment wanted him to fuck me right there and then.

I thought of my husband and hated him for not being more attentive and for ‘making’ me do this.

My new ‘friend’ stopped and pulled my jumper back down before pulling me by my arm leading me away only just giving me enough time to grab my pen and pad.   I asked him what he was doing, he replied that he was taking me to his room and that he was going to ‘fuck me’.

No sooner was the lift door closed that his tongue was inside my mouth and his leg was between my legs, we kissed so passionately that I had my first ‘mini’ orgasm.

I have to be careful not to give the wrong impression now, it was completely consensual and amazing.

As soon as we were in his room, he was pulling my clothes off, my top over my head and my skirt was pulled down and my and knickers were ripped off.  Naked, he threw me onto the bed and grinning he undressed, his thick hard cock springing out as soon as he pulled his jeans down.

Naked, I lay on my back with my legs over the side of the bed, my feet on the ground watching. He grinned and looked at me as he threw his bright white shirt away.  He was muscular and tanned, even his chest hair was white and all I wanted was for him to put his cock inside me, I didn’t have to wait long.

His mouth and tongue explored me between my legs, orgasm number two.  

He was rough and I loved it, his worked his way up to my breast and returned to sucking my nipples, trying to get as much of my beast into his mouth as he could whilst his fingers slid inside me.

Then, in one expert move he slid his body up and his face to mine and as his tongue slid into my mouth his cock slid into me and we fucked.

In fact we fucked for quite some time, from missionary to me being on my knees and elbows. I could feel his balls slapping my backside as he took me from behind, orgasm number three.

I rode his thick cock whilst he went from gripped my breast, to examining them as they bounced whilst I rode him.

It way sound strange to you but for some reason I kept thinking about how his cock was actually stretching me everything it slid in deeper and how my husbands was small and thin and could barely be felt.

He shouted, ‘fuck it’ and threw me onto my back sliding himself back into me and started to fuck me harder and harder pushing my legs up so they were by his head, something else my husband would never do.

We fucked and sucked face until he grunted that he was going to cum.

A woman who sounded like me with my voice which came from me shouted at him to ‘keep his fucking cock inside me’ and pleaded with him to ‘fucking cum inside me’.   I know it was me but its not something I would ever say, except I did, repeatedly.  

And with that I felt copious amounts of his warm cum flowing into me, orgasm number four and this one came close to causing me to pass out.  Despite coming he kept fucking me and Cumming several times before he stopped and collapsed next to me.

I felt calm and satisfied and I just wanted to be ‘a dirty bitch’.   I had only sucked my husband’s cock once in our 10 years of marriage only to be told by him that he didn’t like it, that it ‘wasn’t; ‘necessary’.   I went down onto my lover and put my lips over his wet semi hard cock, and I sucked him clean, tasting my own juices and his cum and literally sucking the remaining semen from his cock before sharing it with his mouth.

An hour later we fucked again, more gently this time, it was nice, orgasm number 5’.   And then, we showered and ‘explored each other’ before I left.

I never saw him again and at the time I was gutted, I wanted him to fuck me again but later I thought it was for the best, but I had changed.

 Two days later, on my last night there I wore the same top and I did something even worst.  I went and sat next to a lad, couldn’t have been more that in his early 20’s, a ‘pretty boy’ if you know what I mean, slim, not sure if he had even started shaving but he had kept looking over at me and smiling.  He was on his own which is why I sat with him.   It turns out that eh was on some course with his employer.  He seemed to lack confidence and I didn’t know whether to mother him or fuck him, I decided to fuck him.   I asked him if he wanted to fuck me and before he said much of anything I took him by the hand and led him to my room, undressed in front of him and sucked his long skinny cock.   The poor lad came in my mouth, and I swallowed cum for the first time.

It took me a while to get his hard again but this time he fucked me, and it lasted a lot longer.  It was only missionary, and I only climaxed the once and I did have to teach him the finer points of what a woman wanted but it was ok.   It was the exact opposite of my first experience, and I sort of did regret that one, it was a little too much like my husband.  It turned out he was a virgin, and I was his first fuck which was cute.  At least he thanked me.  

I became a slut.  On a very rainy London night I caught a taxi.  The driver was cocky and flirted terribly in his strong cockney accent. I flirted back and was offered a discount by the cheeky driver if I showed him my tits.  Apparently, it was only because we were getting on so well that he took the liberty.  I showed him but he said he couldn’t see because it was dark.   It was me that suggested he pulls over and concentrates, it was me that asked if I could get a free ride if I let him fuck me.

I spent a little while with my head poking through the divider with my knickers off and my skirt round my waist looking out at the pouring rain in a secluded car park with a random can driver’s cock in me fucking me from behind whilst he did his best to reach round and grab my breasts. 

I felt dangerous and dirty and excited all at the same time.  I climaxed before he did and made the decision not to let him cum inside me, for some reason that seemed important.  With my coat on the floor, I turned round and knelt on it, opened my bouse and let him cum on my chest and face. Cum splashed into my mouth so in my logic floored head I decided sucking him clean was ok, so I did only for him to cum again in my mouth.

Neither of us had tissues so I spent the rest of the journey in a cum soaked blouse.  I was being taken to a restaurant to meet colleagues so had to rush to the bathroom to try and clean myself up but had to sit and chat and eat with a cum soaked bra and a cum stained blouse.  I had tried to clean it in the bathroom and explained the stain by claiming that I had spilled juice on it whilst in the cab. A stupid illogical excuse but one that was accepted and was the first thing that I thought of.

I sat in a taxi on the way back to my hotel and for the next 25 minutes thought about what I had done and what I had become.   A wife in her mid-30’s who fucks strangers in hotel rooms and taxis, and that’s when I decided that if I was a man it would be cheered on but because I’m a woman I would be thought of as a slag.

I decided then that it was only my business and I have had plenty more experiences with men and women and sometimes both at the same time and I have come to the conclusion am addicted to dangerous sex.