I was a virgin when I married my husband, so he is the only man I have known.
But the other day, for the first time, I was embraced by a man other than my husband.
It was Mr. Smith, the manager, whom my husband also knows.
My husband is on a solo assignment, so Mr. Smith came to greet me with a box of sweets, saying, "Is there anything you need? If there's anything, the company will back you up."
A few days later, Mr. Smith visited again.
I invited him into the living room and served tea.
I received a report that my husband is doing his best at his assignment, and he also said that if there was anything else troubling me, I should not hesitate to say so.
Mr. Smith continued...
"Ma'am, you're still young, so... oh, I thought you might be okay without Mr. Johnson (my husband)..."
I immediately understood what he meant and blushed, looking down.
After a moment of silence, Mr. Smith suddenly stood up, approached me, and hugged me.
Then his lips met mine...
"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. But you're so beautiful, I couldn't help it... I did something bad to Mr. Johnson. Please keep this a secret."
In truth, I was quite frustrated.
And I was also curious about what sex with a man other than my husband would be like.
After accepting Mr. Smith's kiss, I boldly kissed him back.
This time, it was more intense, with our tongues intertwining.
At some point, Mr. Smith's hand was touching my chest over my blouse.
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
When Mr. Smith asked, "Is this really okay?" I replied, "Please do as you like, but don't be rough."
Mr. Smith nodded, then removed my blouse and skirt.
As I lay on the bed, he stripped down to his underwear, and while kissing me again, he removed my bra and panties.
It was the first time anyone other than my husband had seen me naked, so I was very embarrassed, but Mr. Smith gently caressed my neck, armpits, chest, sides, thighs, toes, and... there, truly caressing my entire body.
It was the first time my armpits, sides, and toes were caressed, so I was a bit surprised, but it felt so good that I almost lost control.
"Your chest is big. What cup size are you?"
When I said, "G cup," he happily started massaging my chest, licking and sucking my nipples persistently... I almost climaxed just from that.
Mr. Smith licked me thoroughly, where my husband rarely did, with his tongue moving slowly and deliberately for quite some time.
"Mr. Smith, if you do that... I'll... oh, no..."
I shouted as I arched my body and climaxed for the first time in a while.
Seeing me like that, Mr. Smith stroked my hair and kissed me again, asking, "Is this really okay?" I said, "Yes."
Mr. Smith removed his underwear, revealing a strong, dark, impressive penis.
He spread my legs and entered me with it.
Mr. Smith's was clearly thicker and longer than my husband's.
Strangely, even though it was the first time I accepted a penis other than my husband's, I felt no guilt.
Instead, I pushed my hips against him, wanting Mr. Smith's penis to go deeper.
Noticing my embarrassing behavior, Mr. Smith leaned over me, thrusting his strong, dark, impressive penis deep inside.
It reached places my husband's penis couldn't... it hit my womb.
This was a new sensation.
"Ah, ah, it's hitting... it's hitting my womb... oh, I'm going to..."
To my surprise, I climaxed easily.
Mr. Smith then put me on all fours, grabbing my buttocks and thrusting with his penis.
In this position, it reached even deeper, and I felt like I was going crazy.
"No, no, no... not that deep... oh... I'm going crazy... oh, oh, I'm going to, going to, going to..."
I screamed so loudly that I thought the neighbors might hear, and I climaxed again.
The rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the room, and I climaxed multiple times, almost fainting when...
"Oh, I'm about to come."
"Please, come inside me..."
I found myself begging.
Mr. Smith seemed surprised by my words and paused for a moment, but when he asked, "Are you sure? Won't you regret it?" I answered, "Of course."
Mr. Smith thrust even more vigorously, and as he roared, "Oh, I'm coming, oh, I'm coming..." I felt his penis twitching, and I knew he was releasing hot fluid into my womb.
When Mr. Smith withdrew, I collapsed onto the bed.
The stimulation was so intense that my mind went blank.
Then Mr. Smith lay down beside me, stroking my hair until I calmed down.
Since that day, Mr. Smith visits me frequently and embraces me.
I feel bad for my husband, who is working hard on his solo assignment, but I feel no guilt.
After all, my husband doesn't give me such pleasurable sex...
