A 30's sexy lawyer develops a fetish for sex with client behind her husband's back.
I just can’t help myself. I know it is wrong, unhealthy, and a betrayal to my husband, but still I do it … even more often that I used to. What do I do? What is my problem? I simply cannot stop fucking strangers or people I rarely know. Whether it is a man or a woman, when I get the urge, I have to have them fuck me, shoot a load down my throat, fuck my asshole, eat me, or finger me, or whatever I desire at that time.
A bit about me. I’m a very successful lawyer and have my own practice. I don’t have any partners, although my sister works for me as my secretary. Most of my clients are people with a criminal past or people that get into trouble for relatively minor things. On any given day I might represent a drunk driver, a petty thief, or somebody that got into a bar fight. It isn’t hard work, it isn’t mentally challenging, and it pays well. I do a good job.
I have a husband who adores me, and a lovely house. We are well respected in the community and at our church. I work out every day and that keeps me in great shape.
I am 37, 5 feet seven inches tall, blue eyes, dark brown hair. My tits are about a 34 C (natural), my tummy is flat, my pussy is kept bare, and my ass is nice and muscular. And, of course, I love to fuck.
I had not done anything with a guy since I got married. I did enjoy a three-way lesbo ass and cunt lick fest with two of my sorority sisters at a weekend away a few years back, but nothing else. Sure I’d look at guys and ladies who I thought were hot and maybe think about them when my husband fucked me, but nothing else.
This started a few years ago when I was meeting with a client who had a silly traffic ticket that he forgot to pay. He was nothing special to look at, maybe 50 years old, dad bod, but there was just something about him, his charisma I suppose, that got me soaking wet while we spoke. Although it was wrong on many levels, I had to have him.
Now my office suite has a spare room that I use for storage and such, it is larger than I need space wise, but it is an interior room with no windows and perfect for privacy. At that time it just had a small table and a few chairs in it. Now it has a couch for obvious reasons.
I noticed him checking me out, looking at my tits and I could sense him staring at my ass when I got up to get something. As we finished our meeting, I flat out asked him to come into my storage room with me. I didn’t say why, and he didn’t ask.
As soon as we got into the room, I closed the door and without saying a word, I took off my blouse and bra and he immediately dove into them, sucking and biting my nipples till they started to hurt. I then kneeled before him, undid his pants and pulled out his rapidly growing cock and began sucking it. I could not help myself and he didn’t seem to mind as he held my head with both hands while to aggressively slid back and forth in my gullet. As he was close to his squirt, he pulled out and shot a stream of cum all over my hot tits. As I scooped it off with my fingers to eat it, he asked me, “What is this all about?” I told him I really didn’t know but I just had to have him.
The thing is, I wasn’t really attracted him as much as I love the idea of being naughty and using my body and looks to bring off a guy.
A week later I asked him to stop by after office hours (not too late as I had to get home so my husband wouldn’t be suspicious). The client did stop by, of course, and within minutes of his arrival I was totally naked in the storage room, bent over a chair with him pounding away in my hot pussy. This guy had stamina for sure and filled me with spunk after about five minutes of probing. I cleaned out my pussy the best I could before I drove home to my husband. That night, I was especially aggressive in bed with my husband, thinking about the load of another man’s cum I had taken earlier that day.
I did the same the next week. I had never liked anal sex. I had been ass fucked by a black adjunct professor while in college and he cared about getting off in my ass than he cared for my needs. His huge cock pummeled my hole mercilessly and actually made it bleed a bit. He filled me with so much seed that it leaked out of me for a few days and my ass was sore for even longer. I swore off it mostly since then. I rejected my husband whenever he tried to get in my hot ass. However, for this client, for this guy, I insisted on it. He licked my ass, fingered it, took my wetness from my soaking pussy and lubed my ass. He was not gentle when he drove into me and that is exactly how I wanted it. My initial howls did not discourage him one bit and soon he was cycling all the way in and out of my hole. I loved it and actually came during my ass brutalization. I never thought that would happen. He again filled me with a load of spunk that I felt dripping out of my asshole as I drove home later.
And so we met about a dozen times, Each time I would let him take me however he wanted …sucking, licking, fucking, and squirting. Then it stopped. Not because he stopped it, because I stopped it. Did I stop fucking people in my storage room? Of course not, but I was tired of him, especially when I met with a biker couple and needed my legal help.