It was never my intention to have strong feelings towards the young man who became my lover. It was supposed to be like a confidential agreement between us. Dottie gave me something and I responded in kind. Unlike with business deals, with the means of exchange usually involved money, ours turned out to the sex. He gave me the dick while I gave him pussy. The result was the best sex I can have from anyone besides my husband. My husband was
there when we convene the agreement. It was him that initiated everything. None of what happened later between Mike and me would have happened if my husband Eddie hadn't been so aroused as to want us to go beyond what we were already doing. I could say that, with Eddie's insistent and persistent nature, that I would never have acquainted myself with the likes of Mike, nor gone to experience the range of arousal that he eventually sprung upon me. For that,
I can say that I have my husband to thank. However, I still consider everything his fault, at least a majority of it. As for me, I became the one who ended up liking the way things turned out, was it meant to happen? I mean, the part of me having loving feelings towards Mike. I guess you can say yes. We started tentatively. Eddie and I made weekend arrangements to meet with Mike every two weeks at a Super eight motel. Eddie took care of the room's bill while Mike purchased beers
and snacks. We sat on the bed, talking, trying not to seem in a hurry to rush things. It helped me a lot, because I was kined and nervous. Eddie had spent months wee talking me into attempting this. On any given day, I would be home, resting my feet on the table and watching something on Hulu or Netflix. But here I was about to have sex with a stranger. Well he was a stranger that first time, but that was the last time I considered him one. Mike was a
professional. He had bedded numerous wives before, so he knew how to be patient with me. When he felt we had drunk enough beers and talk plenty, he took my hand and laid it on his crotch. It felt something like electricity course through my hand. I wanted to retrieve my hand, but he forced me to keep it there while he leaned closer and kissed me. Eddie sat on a chair cross from us, drinking his beer and watching us
interact. I had no idea what type of lover to expect from Mike, but from the instant that he kissed me, I sensed there would be a lot of difference between him and Eddie. Eddie is too much a pushover when it comes to sex. There were times when I felt my gears churning and I wanted to have it rough from him, but what I ended up getting was usually the most milquitous type of love making ever. Talk about ending on a quick note. Eddie seldom knew how to take charge of me in bed.
Mike seemed to be cut from a different cloth. As he drew me closer towards him, he figured every raja the spot on my body, from the nape of my neck to the underside of my thiyes. He got my pussy squirting even before I had even gotten rid of my panties. I was almost embarrassed that Eddie was there to see how I was responding to him. His cock shot out like a rocket when he unzipped his jeans. It throbbed in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around it, even squirted precumb on
my face. Go ahead, give it a taste, might urge me. Eddie was sitting forward in his chair, no longer drinking his beer. I puckered my lips and kissed the tip of Mike's penis, and from that moment my sexual life changed. It was a magnificent evening. Our first sex was an awkward affair, but we were laughing by the time we finished. My bashful spirit melted away. Mike gave Eddie some money to go and buy some
more beers. Eddie wasn't eager about leaving us together, fearing we might have sex, and once he was out of the room, we waited until he returned, then had ourselves a second drowned. The second drownd was better than the first, and I even climaxed. We were at the hotel for three hours plus. It was getting laid By the time Eddie and I decided to leave. I gave Mike a long kiss before saying good night to him. We promised to keep in touch. Eddie and I drove home and we laid
in bed, gushing over the experience until we reluctantly fell asleep. Two weeks went by before we got to spend time with Mike again. We kept in touch in the interim, Eddie gave me his phone number, and when I was less busy doing my work as a fourth grade teacher, I would be reflecting on the enjoyable sex we had and wishing I was with him again. Hearing his voice was equally soothing. Mike didn't venture much about his personal life.
He did mention that he had a girlfriend, but that they weren't going on steady. I wonder what his girlfriend might think she knew about us. The week end came around and Eddie and I went and met him at the same Super eight Motela's last time. I made sure to shave my pussy the previous day to surprise him. I wore a tight dress and wasn't wearing any panties. Mike was happy to see me, and we did less talking and
more fucking. This time. The hours were running fast and I didn't want to waste a second of it. Mike handled my body in ways I never thought existed. He fucked me from behind, from above and sideways. I loved the experience so much and wasn't looking forward to us leaving. Unfortunately, we had to hours later. It wasn't until after our third meeting that I decided to take a handle on things. I decided then to start excluding Eddie
from my interaction with Mike. It didn't occur to me that that was the start of me having strong amode of feelings towards my lover. Yes, the sex was incredible. Every time I crammed his thick cock inside me, it felt like I was enjoying sex for the first time. I found myself mouthing off words I never knew I had in me. It was like his cock was freeing that part of me that its stayed hidden all these years. For
me, it was like having an epiphany. Mike would press himself against me, grinding his pelvis while I gripped his arms and locked my legs over his thighs. As he buried his cock deep inside my cunt. He was going places no man before him had been before. I choked on my breath and saw galaxies of stars explode before my eyes. I began screaming his name and told him how much I loved him and didn't want him to stop fucking me.
Of course, he wasn't going to stop. He could have fucked me into the following week at the rate we were going, and I won't have cared. We would take intermittent breaks. He'd smoke a cigarette while I'd talk incessantly about my life before he entered my world. In the midst of that, my horniness would turn, and I'd suck his cock until he became hard again, and then we'd fuck some more. Betty would be home waiting to eat my pussy. The feel of his tongue cleaning me up would get me
horny once more for Mike, which was unfortunate that he wasn't around. We stopped meeting at the motel, and Mike invited me to come and spend the weekend at his place. We spent hours fucking in every corner of his apartment. He even called two of his buddies to come over, and he got to share me with them. That was my first time fucking multiple men. Their dick's eyes was impressive, and the three of them fucked and pounded my
pussy to a point where it barely felt like mine any more. I cannot tell you how many orgasms I had that week ender, the number of times that Mike and his friends filled my pussy and mouth with their seed. The inevitable was what happened several weeks later, when I started feeling a sudden change in my body. I did the required test, and sure enough, the sir was as I'd expected. I was pregnant. Eddie was supportive of my decision of wanting to keep the baby. I am curly six months away from
giving birth. Mike does come by our home and we still get to have sex, even with my belly expanding every week. We are more like a couple now, with Eddie being my surrogate husband. God knows what our relationship will be like after the baby comes. We'll just have to wait and see.