My husband is gone one week every month

What is the best thing about having a husband that travels for his work? That’s easy, being able to sample as many other cocks as you want.

What is the best thing about having a husband that travels for his work? That’s easy, being able to sample as many other cocks as you want.

Larry and I have been married for five years. We married when I was seventeen and he was twenty-two. I was three months pregnant, by him, when we got married. He was not the first boyfriend that I had sex with. He was the only one after we got serious about our relationship. When I got pregnant, we talked and agreed that we did love each other and wanted the baby to have a father. We quickly married. Larry was a good and loving husband, as well as a lot of fun in bed. His equipment was average but he really knew how to use it. He was also happy to use his mouth to get me going. I gladly returned the favor. Sadly, during my sixth month, I lost the baby.

About six months ago Larry got a promotion at work. It included a nice pay increase but it also meant that one week each month he had to travel. He would leave Monday morning and return Friday evening. The first month, I just sat around the house, watching TV and drinking a little wine. Part of the time I watched the adult channel and rubbed myself, wishing that Larry was home to fuck me. I’m almost always horny and ready for him to take me to bed, or take me almost anywhere else, whenever we got the chance. When he was home, we probably averaged sex at least five times a week. He would go soft after coming in me, but I could usually suck him up for sloppy seconds. Sometimes he would just gently push me to my knees where I would extract him from his pants and suck him off, till he filled my stomach with his cum. I loved the taste of his man sauce.

Before he left for the second week long trip, I went to the adult store in town, and bought a vibration dildo. It was about the same size as my husband’s manhood. The next time he was gone, I put it to good use, several times.

I had told some of my friends that I was lonely and bored when Larry was gone. They talked me into going out with them for a couple drinks and some girl talk. We went to a bar on the other side of town. Janet said that she really liked the music that they played, and that she enjoyed dancing with the guys that went there. We drank slowly and chatted. They were both divorced. Janet danced with several guys and then left with one of them. Ann and I danced with each other and with a couple guys. Ann left next. I sat at the bar and was just finishing my third drink. Then I planned to head for home.

A good looking guy came and sat next to me. He said his name was Stan, and he asked me if I wanted to dance. I said thanks but no. He was spending as much time looking down my cleavage as he was looking at my face. That night I had worn a tight fitting, fairly short black dress with a top that had a deep neckline. I did not wear a bra. I almost never did. I didn’t need one. My 32-Bs were still high and firm. We started to talk.

Long story short, we ended up in my apartment, in my bed, naked with my mouth bobbing up and down on his shaft. Without any proof, I had convinced myself, in my mind, that Larry probably had some young slut in his bed right then, screwing the shit out of her, so why shouldn’t I have some stranger fun too?

Stan was bigger than Larry, maybe only an inch longer but quite a lot thicker. It may not have been huge but it was the biggest cock I had ever had. I blew him for a couple minutes, when he twisted us around so that we were in the 69 position with me on top. It didn’t take long for him to make me come, and spread girl cum all over his face, He still had not come. I sucked him for several more minutes. My jaw was starting to ache. Larry would have shot his load long before this.

Finally he groaned and held my head while he filled my mouth. Four big streams of thick, white baby batter filled my mouth to overflowing. I swallowed as fast as I could. He gently held my head and slowly fucked my mouth. I was surprised that he did not soften at all. It had been years since Larry had been able to keep his erection like that. Stan rolled me over and got between my legs. He easily slid into my very wet pussy.

He fucked me slowly, while playing with my boobs. It felt wonderful to be so stretched by his big thick member. I felt an orgasm building inside of me. “Fuck me hard. Make me come good.” Stan picked up his speed and force. His pubic bone was slamming against my clit. His balls were bouncing off my ass. I was pushing up in time to match his thrusts. Then it hit me. I came with such a huge orgasm that I screamed out, grabbed the sheets and shook uncontrollable. I had never come that hard.

After I sucked the cum, from both of us, off of his cock, we lay quietly till we fall asleep. In the middle of the night, I woke when I felt him lift my leg. We were on our sides, in the spooning position with him behind me. His rock hard erection slipped between my legs and found my fuck hole. He entered me deeply and stayed still. He pulled my hips, and I got the clue that he wanted me to fuck myself on his prick. I started to move myself on his cock. He remained still. He kissed my neck, squeezed my tits and twisted my nipples. I did not come this time, but he eventually did. Without him pulling out, we both fell back to sleep.

I woke again, and the sun was coming up. I felt Stan move, and then I felt his cock touch my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed him in. This time he was not as gentle. He held my head and fucked my face fast, hard and deep. He made me gag several times. After he fed me the first course of my breakfast, I got up and made pancakes and sausage. He had to leave. He asked me if he could come back that night but I told him no. I knew that I was going to want more extramarital sex but that I did not want to risk any romantic entanglements. I was going to fuck more guys, but they would only be one night stands. I hoped that the others would be as good as Stan. I doubted that any would be better. I was starting to hope that Larry was fucking other women, so I would not be worried about cheating on him.

Two days later I got conformation that I was right. Laura, from Larry’s office, called. She was the woman that booked company travel. She said that she thought I needed to know that Larry was cheating on me. She said that Larry had gotten the OK from the company to take his secretary on his trips as his assistant, and when she booked the lodging, she only booked one room for the two of them. She said that Yolonda was not just his secretary but his sexretary. I had met Yolanda. She was a very pretty and young black girl. Laura could not see the smile on my face as I thanked her. Now, I no longer felt at all bad about getting my cunt filled with cocks and cum that did not belong to my husband. I went to my closet and started to decide what outfit was sexy enough to wear that night at whatever bar I decided to go to. I was not ever going to need that dildo again. New adventures waited, but I would still be happy to have my loving husband home with me, and in me.
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