someone would have told me a month ago that I was going to cheat on my husband, I would have told them they were nuts. I am totally and completely in love my husband Leon, we just celebrated our 10 year anniversary. Leon is handsome, smart, sexy and a good father.

I kissed a lot of toads before I met Leon. It wasn’t my plan to wait so long to get married it just turned out that way. I was busy working on my career and wasting time on a couple of relationships that were dead ends.

I was introduced to Leon at a weekend dinner party that my boss Shelly had thrown. Leon is an old friend of her husband. There was something about the way Leon looked at me and shook my hand, hanging onto it for a little longer than appropriate that gave me butterflies and made my pussy tingle. We were both dating other people at the time. I noticed him smiling from across the room several times that night. I thought he was incredibly hot and wanted to slip him my phone number, but his date was hanging onto his arm constantly. We exchanged looks throughout the night and I fantasized that he would follow me into the bathroom, bend me over the vanity without saying a word, lift my skirt and fuck me. I looked for an opportunity to have a private conversation with Leon the rest of the evening but never had the chance. I was so disappointed.
My boyfriend at the time probably wondered what had gotten into me when I ripped his clothes off the minute we got back to my place that night. I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my throat and sucked it until he came explosively in my mouth. With cum dripping from my chin, I bent over the arm of the sofa and begged him to fuck me from behind imagining it was Leon. I came so hard and gushed so much girl juice that I left a permanent stain on the sofa. Little did he know that it would be the last time he would ever fuck me.

The first thing Monday morning Shelly told me that Leon had asked her for my phone number. I told her to please give it to him and she said she already had. She knew that Leon was good catch and a big move up from losers I had been dating.

Leon called me later that day and we chatted like friends who had known each other for years. He asked me to meet him after work for a drink and I eagerly accepted. My mother raised me to be a good girl and I know better, but I usually end up having sex on the first date. I promised myself I wouldn’t hop into bed with Leon. I was ready for a meaningful relationship and didn’t want to fuck this up. However a couple of cocktails and an hour into our first date and all I could think about was undressing him and riding his cock. Leon politely moved my hand away from his crotch a couple of times that night continuing to be the perfectly charming gentleman. The evening ended with a sweet kiss on the cheek .

The next morning I was sure that Leon thought I was some kind of sex crazed nymphomaniac and I wouldn’t hear from him again. But later that morning a florist delivered a bouquet of white daisies and yellow roses to my office. The note said simply “Smitten” and was signed Leon.

I never wanted a man so badly. Our romance progressed rapidly and within a few days we were inseparable and speaking openly about being exclusive. Physically things progressed much more slowly. I had vowed to myself to let Leon take the lead from then on and he masterfully teased me to the point of insanity. It made me savor every caress and touch like the back of his hand touching cheek or his fingertips on my lips. Simple things like holding hands and hugs aroused me filling me with the most intense lust you can imagine. After our dates I would rush home and use my vibrator on my poor neglected pussy imagining that it was Leon’s cock ramming deep and hard inside me. The first time Leon put his tongue in my mouth I honestly thought I was going to have an orgasm. I stopped breathing and got dizzy, my nipples tingled, and I actually think I lost consciousness. I wanted him to touch or suck my breasts but it wasn’t to be, Leon was intent on a slow and methodical total mind and body fuck. Every man I had ever know had immediately gone for my breasts when we French kissed, but not Leon.

Now a full month into our relationship and we hadn’t gotten past first base. I had worn out my favorite vibrator and was working on wearing out another when I finally broke. I had bought a sexy slit dress and invited Leon over to my apartment for dinner. After a perfect candle lit dinner, we sat on the couch drinking wine and listening to music. Leon leaned into me and kissed my bare neck. I stared shaking uncontrollably and tears welled up in my eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” Leon asked.

I took a deep breath and blurted out, “I can’t take this anymore. I’m literally crazy about you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want to screw things up, but I really need you to fuck me. PLEASE FUCK ME, I need you to fuck me tonight Leon, right now!”

Mercifully, Leon carried me to my bedroom, laid me on the bed and undressed me. I came the first time that night just from his licking and sucking my erect nipples. A little while later another powerful orgasm while he slid his fingers inside my sopping wet pussy and massaged my throbbing clit with his thumb. I bucked against his hand losing any and all sense of modestly grunting, moaning and uttering strings of vulgarity and begging for his cock.

Leon stood and undressed while I sat on the edge of the bed licking my lips in anticipation. His cock was bigger and thicker than I had imagined and he was uncircumcised. I had seen pictures of uncircumcised cocks before, but he was the first uncut man I had ever been with. I licked the foreskin and examined it curiously before sliding my brightly colored red lips down the shaft. I used my right hand on his thick shaft to slide the foreskin back as I used my left hand to massage his huge shaved balls. I used my mouth like a virgin pussy, tightly sucking and massaging the thick head and shaft with my tongue. Leon took control of our pace, placing a hand on the back of my head. His cock tasted amazing as it slid over my tongue and down my throat. Our pace built steadily, and I maintained constant eye contact with him in total submission as the pace and force of the face fuck rapidly increased. Leon began to moan and he was up on his toes when he started to shoot an incredible load of thick cum into my mouth. I struggled to breathe and swallow every drop without gagging and continued to suck steadily until Leon pulled his cock out and collapsed on top of me.

Leon spent the night and we fucked three times that night without using a condom, twice with him on top and once with me riding him. I think we got 2 hours of sleep that night and we both called off the next morning and spent the next day naked and making up for the past few weeks of celibacy.

Leon and I got married that November, we were of the same mindset about marriage and starting a family. I was 31 and he was 34. It’s amazing how fast 10 years can go by. Leon and I have a great relationship, open communication, admiration, respect, and we have sex a couple times a week. We have a good life, a couple of great kids, beautiful house, nice cars and a nice comfortable life in the suburbs. Everything as we would have imagined right?

One of the most unfair things in life is that men age more gracefully than women. In fact Leon actually looks better now than when I met him. Leon says I’m perfect, but when I look in the mirror, I see every stretch mark, every new wrinkle on my face, and every one of the 20 pounds I’ve gained over the years. But Leon didn’t look at me the way he used to. Like the way he looked at me so many years ago from across the room at that dinner party. Sex is routine and predictable.

When my older sister announced that she and her husband were divorcing after 13 years of marriage it shook me to the core. Leon and I had no inkling that their marriage was in trouble. My brother in law had an affair and left my sister for another woman. She never saw it coming and it turned her life upside down. It was only a few months before that Dee and I were bragging to each other about our adoring husbands and our incredible marriages.

Determined to spice things up between me and Leon before he ended up in the arms of another woman, I started doing a little research online. I came across an article on ivillage.com that had a lot of good suggestions including surprising your husband with sexy boudoir photos. I found Mitchell on Craigslist, he had a studio on Front Street very close to my office. Mitchell and I exchanged a couple of emails and he directed me to an online portfolio of beautiful sexy pictures of women like me, some older and heavier and their picturesl looked amazingt. It was exactly what I was looking for. I booked an afternoon shoot and took a 3 hour lunch taking a couple of new lingerie sets I had just bought at Victoria’s Secret with me.

I was really nervous and surprised to discover that Mitchell was only 25 years old when I walked into his studio that afternoon. The studio was clean and neat with large framed prints of various family portraits, examples of Mitchell's work hanging in the waiting area. The studio was large and divided into several work areas and sets including a mock bedroom. Mitchell explained that he had studied under his father since he was 12 years old and his father had recently retired to Florida, leaving him in charge of the family business. Mitchell sat next to me on a couch and showed me examples of boudoir photos he had taken of other women and suggested some poses he would like to shoot with me. Most of the women were totally nude. I felt my face getting red. Mitchell offered me a glass of wine which I readily accepted.

I explained to Mitchell that I wasn’t comfortable getting topless or nude and that I only wanted to pose in the lingerie outfits I had brought. Mitchell directed me to a changing area behind a privacy screen and told me to change into one of the lingerie outfits. Mitchell waited patiently while I changed. I wasn’t thrilled with the way I looked in the full length mirror. Mitchell coaxed me to come out. “Are we the only two people here?” I shouted out. Mitchell replied that we were the only two people in the studio. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I had already given my credit card to Mitchell and needed to go through with this. There was no backing out now.

Mitchell directed me to an area with a fake fireplace and a thick white fur rug on the floor. Mitchell kept telling me how beautiful I was as his camera shutter clicked and the studio strobes flashed. Mitchell brought a little fan over which made my hair blow back slightly and I began to feel more comfortable and sexy. Mitchell stopped every few shots to look at the shots on the preview screen of his camera. “These are really hot. Your husband is going to go nuts.” He said. We moved to another area that had a backlit wall made out of glass blocks. Mitchell called out encouragement and instructions on how he wanted me to pose. He asked me to rub and pinch my nipples to make them hard. I was starting to feel like a Playboy model and it didn’t take much stimulation to get my nipples hard. They poked out prominently through the sheer fabric of my lavender teddy. “You have amazing breasts Mrs. Sawyer.” Mitchell called out continuous praise and I was thoroughly flattered and getting aroused.

Mitchell suggested that we take a few implied nude shots between outfit changes. Mitchell had showed me some implied shots earlier which were nude pictures with your hands covering your nipples and pubic area. The wine and flattery had dissolved my modesty and I didn’t even bother to go behind the privacy curtain. I disrobed in right in front of Mitchell, standing before him totally nude with my hands to the side awaiting his instruction on where and how he wanted me to pose.

For the next hour Mitchell shot dozens of pictures of me. First posing shyly with my hands covering my nipples and pussy, working up to shots that can only be described as pornographic. We took shots in the bedroom set, which was complete with a 4 poster king sized bed with satin sheets. Mitchell had me posing on the bed with my legs spread wide open and fingering myself. Mitchell told me I was the hottest MILF he had ever photographed. I assumed that was a good thing. I was feeling more sexy and desirable than I had felt in years.

Mitchell suggested that I change into the other lingerie outfit for the final part of our shoot. Before I could check myself I blurted out in a nervous breaking voice, “What if we skip the rest of the shoot and you just come over here and fuck me?” The words weren’t even completely out of my mouth when Mitchell put down the camera and went up front to make sure the door was dead bolted. He rushed back, stepping out of his jeans and climbed into the bed making his way up between my legs. Mitchell stopped to kiss and lick my pussy. His tongue flicked my clit while he probed my wet snatch deeply with his fingers. I couldn’t remember the last time my husband had licked my pussy. It had been a very long time.

As the young man eagerly explored my body and sucked on my large breasts I remember thinking I should be feeling ashamed and guilty. Here I was cheating on my husband, having sex with a man I barely knew, someone who meant absolutely nothing to me. Mitchell was about to penetrate me with his cock. I remember thinking I could put a stop to this before we went any farther. I hadn't really cheated YET. My legs were spread widely and Mitchell's stiff cock head was pressed firmy against my pussy lips. Instead of stopping Mitchell, I reached down and grabbed the shaft of his cock and guided it inside of me. I put Leon in the back of my mind as Mitchell pulled my legs up over his shoulders and began to pound me like a wild animal. Mitchell made me cum twice without slowing down. I had an out of body experience. With one final powerful thrust he plunged hard and deep and came inside my pussy. I felt the cum dripping from my snatch, down the crack of my ass and onto the satin sheets as he pumped a few more slow deep strokes. We were both covered with sweat and we lay together silently for a few moments, he with his head on my breasts and me stroking his hair.

I kissed Mitchell and thanked him for making me feel sexy as I gathered my things and went back to the changing area to put myself back together. My legs were shaky and my pussy was sore. I wished I could take a nap but I had to get back to work. I told Mitchell to pick out a couple of the better more modest shots and make framed enlargements. I would be back on Friday to pick them up. He smiled at me and I winked.

Leon was elated with the surprise anniversary gift. I am continuing to find ways to spice things up and keep things interesting in the bedroom. In an odd way, my affair was probably the best thing that could have happened. It made me realize that I am still an attractive and desirable woman and I have a lot of new confidence Leon and I are talking about going to a swing club. Someday I might get brave enough to show him the rest of the pictures that Mitchell took. .