Yes!  Yes, I did get to fuck Rob yesterday and it was wild.  I was pretty nervous, but I got myself up, showered, kids off to school and then I rent a hotel room.  I called his cell and told him where I was and he showed up a few minutes later.

I imagined sitting and talking for a bit, but Rob had other plans.  I think he knew that I was nervous and I think he was feeling it too.  So he jump right in.  He'd been through the door about a minute before he was sitting next to me, kissing me.

At first, I was taken aback.  I'm married and have been completely faithful in those 12 years.  To have another man touch me like that, even though I'd invited him, was weird to say the least.

Calm down, I told my brain.  Relax, have fun.

I kissed him back, gave him my tongue.  I stroked him arms and his chest.  We lay back on the bed and made out like horny teenagers. 

I was wearing a skin-toned thigh-highs and a belt under a black knee-length skirt, with a black leather boots.  When he ran his hand up my leg and under my skirt, I could feel his surprise at finding the belt.  I think he like it.

Then clothes started come off.  First, my skirt, my boots.  Then his shirt and jeans.  My shirt, my bra.

And then I was laying there, near naked, with this man I hardly know, soaking wet and horny as hell.  He fucked me with his fingers, licked my clit and I came on his face.

When he eventually fuck me, he fucked me hard.  The bed shook and I could feel his cock hitting me inside.  Such pleasurable pain.

He fucked me from on top, doggy style, and with my legs over his shoulders.

When I got home, my husband shyly asked for the details.  And then he pounced on my and fucked my brains out.  I thought he'd be more reserved, more nervous, maybe even slightly upset, but instead, he was uncomtrollably thrilled.

He fucked me again later in the evening, the naughty devil.

Today, Thursday, I'm lucky I can walk!  But I'm still wet and horny as I type this.