Another betrayal

Hello, my name is Alina, I'm 43 years old and I'm an unfaithful wife. I've been married for the second time for 15 years now and I constantly cheat on my husband. I don't cheat because he's bad in bed or anything else, but simply because I'm a slut who can't get enough sex. Every year, my lust and depravity overwhelm me more and more. I've become so immersed in the world of fucking—there's no other way to say it—that I've started cheating on my husband while he's somewhere nearby. I get so much adrenaline and pleasure from it that I'm hooked like an addict. And I wanted to share one of my recent affairs. In February, my husband and I went to Vladikavkaz to see the sights and try to ski down the mountains.

We had rented a two-story house with a gorgeous view in advance.

At the airport, we were met by the owner of the house, his name was Arsen, and he immediately caught my attention—a tall, fit Ossetian who looked older than us, and you could just tell he was a testosterone-filled male. He shamelessly looked me over, and I showed myself off in all my glory: my height 163cm, weight 56 kg, a brunette with long hair, small breasts—first size, true—but with perky nipples and a big, round butt, which was hugged by warm leggings that accentuated it, a short pink jacket on top, and my cute face with Asian features. It was clear he liked me. We drove to the house, and during the ride, I was already biting my lip, imagining lustful pictures—yes, yes, that's the kind of woman I am. He saw my glances and lip-biting in the rearview mirror. I leaned back a little in the seat, spread my legs, and put my hand on my crotch. Ugh, I could feel my pussy already starting to swell with the juice of desire. And my husband was sitting next to him, looking at the city and asking questions. He didn't even notice that I, behind him, was already imagining having sex with the man sitting next to him.

We arrived at the place; the house was really gorgeous—two floors, large, with an indoor pool and sauna. I threw myself around my husband's neck, wrapping my legs around him, saying:

Honey, this is so awesome!

My husband stood with his back to Arsen, hugged me, and I looked into Arsen's eyes and bit my lip.

My husband replied:

Everything for you, my love.

I gave him a peck on the cheek and jumped off him. We started bringing in our things. I went into a room on the second floor and saw from the window how they were having a nice chat. Lustful thoughts again filled my head; I was already having a hard time holding back. I took out my favorite clitoral vacuum stimulator from my luggage. Went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and started playing with my clitoris—how fast it is—a minute and I relaxed, quickly came, relieving the tension. And my thoughts came back to order.

I got dressed. Going down the stairs, I saw my husband and asked:

Darling, what were you talking about?

He offered to make Ossetian-style shashlik in the evening, said we've never tried it like that.

And you agreed?

Yes, honey, was that wrong?

No, no, it's all good.

We unpacked our things and started preparing for tomorrow's city tour and nearby attractions. And we didn't notice how evening had already come and our new acquaintance arrived.

We were sitting in the gazebo; I was warming up with wine, and my husband and Arsen started a bottle of local alcohol, Arak. Arsen was preparing the shashlik; I went up to him and started asking:

Arsen, are you good at grilling meat? I'm just looking at you—you're an adult, experienced man? I said this with a slightly playful look.

Of course, Asema, I've done this more than once; it will be first-class, he said with a sly smile.

And what does it take to make it so delicious?

I continued, smiling sweetly and looking into his eyes.

Well, first, you need to knead it strongly, slap it a little.

And I love it when they do that; everything immediately becomes soft.

I take his hand in my small hand; next to him, I'm just a little girl. There was only one thought in my head: I WANT, I WANT HIM !!!!!!. My husband called out to us.

Arsen served the shashlik and started pouring drinks for my husband, constantly raising toasts. It didn't take long before my husband got drunk. We carried him upstairs to the bedroom.

We hadn't even made it back downstairs to the living room when Arsen grabbed me, pressed me against him, firmly seized my lips, and kissed me.

I pretended to be faithful and started pushing him away.

What are you doing? I'm not like that?

He grabbed my neck with his hand and pressed me against the wall.

Don't lie, bitch, you've been dripping all day; what do you mean you're not like that.

His hand went into my leggings, moved aside the string of my thong, and his finger found my little clit; I rolled my eyes and moaned. And he went further, and his finger slipped into my pussy, which was already dripping and just soaking wet. He started moving his finger inside my hole, fucking me first with one, then with two fingers.

He pulled me to him and said:

Admit that you're a slut?

Yes, yes, I'm a slut, I'm a fuckable hole.

Beg me to fuck you, come on

Arsen, fuck me, I want you to fuck my holes right now.

He let me go; everything was pounding in my head, my blood was boiling—again, I had done it, become a slut once more.

He ordered me to get on all fours on the couch.

I got into the position as he asked. With my hands, I pulled down my leggings, revealing the view of my round butt and smooth pussy. He came up greedily and roughly started groping my butt, delivering loud slaps on my ass so hard that I shook. Then he grabbed me by the waist, and his cock pressed against my pussy. One thrust and he entered my fuckable and well-used pussy. His cock penetrated sharply to its full length, making a moan escape from me and I arched my back. He started rhythmically driving it in; the room filled with my moans and the sound of slaps against my ass as he increased the pace. I rolled my eyes and started moaning louder, through the moans I began to scream

Yes, yes, fuck, I'm going to come now

A few more thrusts and I let out a drawn-out moan and came, going a little limp. He gave me a couple of seconds to catch my breath and then started picking up speed again, and the sounds of my squelching pussy, moans, and slaps became even more audible in the room; the sex started turning into fucking—I was just being stretched onto his cock, his hands moved my body to meet his, he quickly increased the tempo, I was no longer holding back and was moaning like a whore. And then an orgasm washed over us; I started shaking—yes, I was coming, and my fucker too, holding me by the waist, pumping a huge load of Caucasian cum into me. He let me go and fell next to me on the couch. And I lay there next to him, coming back to myself. After a minute, I got up and went to the second floor to check on my husband.

After sex, there's always a special feeling that pushes me to do this. A mix of fear and adrenaline. My husband was sleeping soundly. Going downstairs, I realized that cum was flowing out of me down my legs and drops were dripping onto the floor. And then Arsen said that he had given my husband a special drink; he would sleep like a baby until morning. I stood before him naked, a married woman standing naked before a stranger, essentially, and cum was dripping from me—the peak of depravity and lust. He was sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide; I got down on my knees and started licking his cock. I began examining it—a good size, 18cm, with a narrow head, but the shaft thickened with wide veins and large balls. I started jerking him off, licking and working my tongue from his balls to the head. Taking it into my mouth where my tongue moved over it, the tip of my tongue penetrating the hole on the head. I started jerking him off with my hand and sucking his cock. Allowing him to go deeper into my mouth. Ugh, how I love sucking these cocks, dicks—whatever you call them—I like it. After enjoying my tender mouth, Arsen stood up to his full height; I stayed on my knees, he grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth, shoving his cock into my throat; tears and saliva immediately streamed from me. He held my hair, continuing to pound my mouth, sometimes letting me catch my breath. After fully enjoying himself, he leaned back on the couch, spreading his legs. I turned my back and sat down on his cock with my pussy and started moving my butt, bouncing a little on him. Then I leaned back against him and spread my legs; his cock moved slowly inside me; he roughly groped my small tits, squeezing my nipples. He started whispering in my ear:

What a slut you are, I love such whores.

Yes, yes, Arsen, fuck me, I moaned.

Without taking me off his cock, he turned me to face him, and I started riding his cock wildly. I screamed and moaned like a whore. Once again, I turned into a dripping hole that only wanted fucking. Once again, I shuddered from an orgasm. He threw me on the floor and stood up, ordering me:

Open your mouth, hole.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, touching my tits, and said:

I want, I want you to cover my fuckable face with cum.

And then streams of cum flew at me, covering my hair, getting into my eyes, mouth, and tongue. Ugh, I caught myself thinking that countless times I've been on my knees receiving cum.

There was quite a lot of cum—hot, pungent in taste and smell, which drives me wild with excitement.

Arsen sat back down on the couch and ordered:

Come on, bitch, clean this up, pointing at the shiny cock with remnants of cum dripping from it.

With cum on my face, I started sucking and cleaning his cock, sucking out every last drop.

After I finished, he stood up. Got dressed and said that he would come tomorrow and take care of my ass.

He left; I went to the shower, washed off my lust. Put on my pajamas and went to sleep next to my husband.

I fell asleep full of anticipation for the coming day…..

P.S. I'm not a writer, I just decided to tell this because in real life, I have no one to discuss such things with.