I’ve been married to the love of my life for seven years now. From the very first day we met in the cafeteria back in high school, I knew I was going to end up with Ben. He was everything I wanted, not so much because of his average looks but because he was everything my father was not – kind, considerate, loving and present.

After Valerie, we had Josh and then Avery. Ben graduated from school and got a job as a paralegal staff at the DA’s office. My life became a roundabout of kids, house chores, hospital emergency rooms and play dates.

I rarely socialized because my friends from high school had all moved on and I’d never gotten around to making new friends once I started having kids. I told myself my life was full and that was what mattered. It didn’t matter that the only parties I attended were those organised for kids under 8 or that I no longer wore clothes that were even remotely sexy or attractive. Ben didn’t seem to mind and I couldn’t gather the strength to put in more effort. Our sex life was at best mediocre. We had never had a wild sex life but what we lacked in passion and expertise, we made up for with love and mutual understanding.

How it started…

It was the beginning of summer when Avery had just reached the 8th month mark. Meg, one of my old friends from high school was back in town and she had made it her life’s mission to get me out of the house and into the world. She started by negotiating a girls’ night every Friday for me. She actually told Ben that I was turning into a beaten-down, unfashionable housewife. It hurt to admit it, but she was right. Surprisingly, Ben was happy to oblige and sorted out his working hours such that he was home early on Fridays so he could rest for a bit and then take care of the kids while I went out on the town with Meg and some other ladies who I started calling the girls.

For a whole month that summer, Meg would come pick me up and we’ll visit any club, bar or restaurant within a five-mile radius of town. On the fifth Friday, Meg called in sick. She was down, she said, but that was no excuse for me to stay in that night.

One of the other girls, Lydia, picked me up from home. I asked her to take us to a club we had visited the previous Friday and she agreed to it without a second thought. There was something different about this night. I’d bought a new little black dress for tonight, taken the effort to apply my makeup as well as I could and used the Chanel scent I only brought out on special occasions. If Ben noticed anything, he didn’t let on. The past month had been dreamy for both of us. I had started to pay attention to the way I looked and Ben had started coming home earlier. It seemed like going out and watching other couples make out did wonders to my sexual appetite. I came home each Friday night ready to pounce on my husband and he was always ready for me.

I’d also started to get attention from the guys we met during our girls’ night. In the beginning, I’d been ignored and anyone who came close enough would see my wedding band and retreat. This night, I’d taken it off. There was a guy that worked the bar at this club we were going to, Andrew. Unlike the other guys, he had been very nice to me. Offering me free samples of his drink mixtures and trying to make conversation. I wanted to see him again. I needed to. On our way out of the club the previous Friday, I had seen him in a corner of the room surrounded by two girls. It was really dark but my last view was of him buried deep inside the mouth of one of the girls with his tongue on the areola of the other one.

I got back home and gave Ben the craziest blowjob of his life. I thought he was asleep but as soon as he felt my hands on the drawstrings of his pyjama trousers, he smiled and reached out to fondle my boobs. I let him loose and began to lick his length from the tip down to his balls. I covered his tip with my mouth and sucked, taking him in deeper as I went. I came up for air and bit him a little on the tip. I licked down his shaft and heard him groan as I went for his balls. I sucked on them until I felt his nails bite into the flesh on my breasts. I took him in again, sucking, pushing in and out, and taking him deeper each time. Once I felt his body clench, I’d take him out of my mouth and begin to tease him with my tongue.

I did this several times until he begged. “Babe, please,” he said. “I need to release. Please.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly, like that of a man either enduring the worst pain or having the time of his life. I took him in again, squeezing and pumping with my right hand, sucking and teasing with my mouth. I was mad and ravenous and all I wanted was to see him turn to jelly in my mouth.

I didn’t have to wait for too long. I felt his cum in my mouth, hot and salty, in quick jerks. I heard my husband curse loudly for the first time in forever. After that, we made slow, sweet love, and then he wrapped me around him. I went to bed happy but not quite satisfied. That night, I dreamed of Andrew buried inside of me, pounding and demanding.

When we got to the club, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I knew what was happening to me; I was a bored, secluded housewife experiencing her first taste of freedom and longing for the forbidden. Thankfully, I and Lydia found a dark corner of the hall and settled in. We ordered our drinks and waited for the other girls to join in. Eventually they all did and our group moved to the dance floor. There really was something in the air that night. While dancing with the girls, I felt a guy behind me. Instead of shifting away, I pressed myself closer to him and let him wrap his arms around him. I danced and twisted on him until I felt him get hard under. That made me feel a heady sense of satisfaction and after a few more minutes, I excused myself and went back to our corner.

I was almost at the table when I realized there was a guy there, I walked closer and found out it was Andrew. I felt a little quickening in my heart as I looked at him. There was something in his face, something in the way he stared at me.

“Hi”, I said weakly with a smile.

He didn’t bother to respond to my greeting. “I’ve been waiting for you”.

“You’ve been waiting for me”, I parroted stupidly.

I sat down on one end and felt rather than saw him move closer to me. “Yes, I’ve been waiting for you”, he whispered into my ear.

His warm breath sent tingles up and down my body and I clenched my thighs as I felt the wetness underneath. I felt his hands on my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me squirm in my seat. He lifted one of my breasts out of my dress and began to suck on it. I had to hold tight to the edge of the seat to keep from falling off. His other hand trailed its way down my body and under my dress. I’d gone commando and I was very glad there was no obstruction because I wanted to feel his hands on me so much. He teased me, using his fingers to play with my clit just as his tongue played with my nipples. I heard myself moan and then half-scream when he lunged into me with his fingers. He went in and out of me – hot and slick as I was and kept fondling my clit with his thumb. The sensations were too much, I wasn’t sure what to feel. I moaned until my voice became hoarse.

Just when I started to feel all good and tingly, everything stopped. His mouth was off my breasts and there was a terrible sense of abandonment where his hands had been inside me. I tried to protest but I couldn’t speak properly.

He answered my unspoken question, “I want to fuck you, raw and deep and hard. I want to hear you moan and weep. I want to hear you beg me before I take you over. And if we stay here, that won’t happen. Come with me to my car. You know you want to.”

I wasn’t sure why he bothered to explain to me. I would have done anything he asked of me at that point. I stood up and slung my bag over my head before I turned to him.

“Let’s go”, I said.

He stood up and held my hand as we navigated our way to the back entrance of the club. He pushed open the door and I looked out to see only two cars occupying the space behind the club. He led me to his car, an old, rusty thing, but I couldn’t have cared less. We got into the back seat and immediately, I got on top of him. I wasted no time unbuttoning his trousers and undoing his zipper. I pushed down his trousers down to his knees and placed myself over him, taking him in inch by inch. I sighed deeply when he was buried to the hilt inside my pussy. He took my face in hands and kissed me thoroughly, rough and demanding. I opened up without hesitation and rolled my tongue around his. I pushed in deeper into his mouth and then I began to move. His hands moved from my face down to my breasts. He squeezed and twisted causing me slight pain that only heightened my pleasure. I moved on him, moaning, twisting, crying out from the sensations that were almost too much for me. I felt the sweat on my body mingle with his. I felt his teeth on my nipples. I felt his nails digging into my butt and then I felt a slap – hot and tingling. I cried out as I felt myself shudder and gyrate on top of him. As I came down to earth, I felt him shake off the last of his cum into me. I sat there for a while, with his still-hard length buried inside of me. I took deep breaths, recovering myself. After a few minutes, I got off him, used some wipes in my bag to clean myself up and straightened my clothing.

When I was done, I turned to him and said, “Please take me home.”