Married but Bored tales – Vanessa the horny housewife tells all

Married but Bored tales

He held my throat firmly, just the way I loved it and continued to slam into me on the back seat of his Audi until I squirted all over him.  This wasn’t the first time, we had been fucking for a few weeks and every time we did it was better than the last.  More importantly, he was nothing like my husband.

I’m Vanessa, a lonely wife of a London business director.  We married young and 3 years down the line the spark is completely dead.  He doesn’t realise of course, he’s too busy working, travelling or socializing to notice my indifference towards him but for me, a mundane marriage and mediocre sex just isn’t enough no matter how much money is in the bank.  One day, after another morning of excitement-free spooning and a goodbye peck I get on my laptop and come across the site marriedbutbored.co.uk.  It immediately grabbed my attention from the title alone so I joined.  I knew it was wrong but my inner sex goddess just wouldn’t let me leave.  I was curious to see what kind of people I would attract, if any.  I missed flirting, feeling wanted, all the emotions you have while dating.  Almost immediately I met a man named Roman; muscular, chocolate coloured with the sexiest glint of mischief in his eye.  Not my usual type but certainly very attractive.  His background was Jamaican but he was born here in England.  We exchanged numbers and planned to meet, I made sure it was somewhere public not just for my own safety but incase there wasn’t any attraction in person.  We agreed on a coffee shop equal distance between us.  I walk in, blonde hair in a pony, gold hoops and red lipstick.  My new thigh high Gucci boots (a gift from my husband) elongating my legs perfectly.  I saw him before he saw me and I instantly knew I’d just opened Pandora’s box of sin, and there was no going back.

As we exchanged pleasantries on a cosy sofa in a quiet corner I could feel my pulse quicken, my palms were moist and my skin tingled.  We had an instant connection.  I eyed his mouth as he spoke – full juicy lips just how I like them.  I felt myself being drawn in to every word he said, imagining running my tongue over them, biting them and sucking on them…he must be a mind reader because he stopped talking and smirked at me.  “What?” I said smiling.  “What were you just thinking?” he asked me, eyes burning with intensity.  Shall I confess or toy with him? I chose the former, why waste time? We both knew we were going to end up fucking the life out of each other anyway.  “I was thinking how good you would taste right now…”.  Fires lit, we casually grabbed our jackets and exited.  We ended up in a close by park hidden by dense foliage, me pinned up against a tree and him so tall and powerful deeply kissing me, grinding against my body.  He pulled down my low cut top and flicked my nipple with his tongue, one of my many hot spots. I groaned aloud but he placed his hand securely over my mouth, still flicking.  I could feel that welcome tingle at the base of my spine, the flood in my panties…my little pink pussy begging to be entered.  It had been so long since my husband and I had engaged in hot reckless sex,  I hated the bedroom and that was where the action always seemed to take place.

His fingers glided down inside my jeans and found my clit, bypassing it to my surprise and going straight for my wetness.  Just the very feel of my juices seemed to released an energy so intense that within seconds he had yanked my jeans down, spun me around and entered me from behind.  I gasped loudly as I felt his huge pulsing manhood stretch me open to my limits.  It was a pain so pleasurable I was frozen by it.  The distant sounds of children playing were muted, my brain completely clouded.  All good judgment and rationality were replaced with carnal hunger for his dick to be deep inside of me.  He pushed deeper and my eyes rolled back, I had never felt a dick so thick and long.  My husband was an average at the very best and I had become accustomed to his size.  Roman hit every spot inside me, places I never knew existed.  Slowly at first till I loosened up then hard and fast, holding my ponytail firmly and pounding me till I came.   Juice poured down my legs into my new designer boots.  So much in fact that when I walked I could actually hear my feet squelching! Back in his car I realized he hadn’t come and felt guilty…again with the mind reading he said with the now familiar smirk “I don’t always come.  I can go for hours…you’ll get used to it”.  I wanted to ask about his home life but thought it best to not delve any deeper than the surface, the last thing I wanted was guilt for his wife as well as my own husband.

Since that first explosive meeting, me and Roman have enjoyed no strings attached sex at the cinema, club toilets and now at the back of his car.  Yes it’s wrong, but when something feels this good you’ve just got to go with it.


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