To be honest, I'm not exactly a girl, but in my heart, as it was 17, it remained. And what I want to tell you about, started when I was 24. I got married early, at 19, I loved my husband, he did too, the relations were very good and tender. But, as in any family history, a time comes when life is stuck, and the relationship gets cold. We came to this five years after the wedding.

I am a very attractive girl (as far as I can judge about it myself): tall, slim, brunette, small chest, second size, but long and slim legs, and a beautiful and round butt. Men always stared at me, and sometimes even the legs of the legs gave way when they saw a beautiful male. I have a hot temperament, I am cheerful and convivial, always flirted with men a lot, but I didn’t bring it to sex: I didn’t want to deceive my husband. Our relations with him were initially very close and open: I always told him about the men I liked, did not hide. It happened, it happened, even before a kiss, when a man was persistent and energetic (I love that very much), but in my stories to my husband I always imagined a kiss as unexpected and innocent for me. Although she herself sank from such kisses, she was noisy in her head. She barely left, without giving the man what they wanted.

As I already mentioned, in the fifth year of our life together, we began to move away somehow. And it seemed that everything was normal, in the evenings they watched TV shows, talked about something, but sex became less and less, and I was not used to asking: I always wanted to. In general, little by little, I began to walk more often on the streets, to flirt more with men, and my husband worked a lot and somehow did not notice my absence.

The first unusual episode happened to me unexpectedly for myself: I was at the recreation center with girls, we had fun there, danced, came off, but everything was somehow chaste with the guys. There was one who clearly laid eyes on me, but I did not particularly give him hope. He was Armenian, but already Russified at all, his name was Marseille. He was pumped up, so cheerful, but the spark of a serious man was visible, and from him so much of a pearl was calm strength and confidence. In general, he fascinated me on the sly, but I, of course, did not intend to sleep with him, only flirted.

One fine evening, we walked with the girls to the recreation center from the disco, cheerful, tired but excited, they laughed as usual, like horses, and saw guys who had left us a little earlier on the bench. They began to flirt with us, invite us to sit, but we laughed and broke out. In general, in the midst of all this hype and confusion, I suddenly felt that someone came up behind me and took my hand. It was Marcel. He did it imperceptibly for everyone, I stood a little behind. And he did not just take it, but put a note in his hand and walked away, smiling slightly. I opened it. It was written "Come in an hour in the green arbor." I knew this gazebo, it was usually empty, because the couple liked to sit in the gazebo closer to the river, and this one stood in the thicket. Chose a place where no one will be, I thought. I wanted to tell him something tricky, I still had that ulcer, but I didn’t find him with a look, he gave the note and disappeared.

I must say that curiosity killed the most virgins in the world. If I had time to tell him something, to defuse the tension created by the note, then I would not have gone anywhere. But now I was overwhelmed with emotions, and they had to go somewhere. I am not a timid girl, but here everything is mixed up in my head: both fear (and suddenly raped!), And excitement (how persistent and courageous he is!), And curiosity (and what will he do?). In general, telling the girls that I was sleeping, while they continued to sit together on the veranda, I went out through the back door and went to the gazebo. It was dark, I stumbled, but stubbornly walked through the thickets until I reached the greenest conversation.I was already slightly beating, whether from fear, or from excitement, or from the night cold: I was in a light short dress, which I loved very much for showing my pancake and slender legs, but did not think that at night it will be getting colder. He was not visible.

Sitting on a bench in the gazebo, I began to wait and think what would happen next. Different images flashed before my eyes, from which they sank inside the abdomen. I drove them away and firmly decided that I would not sleep with him. Just wanted to get out of the gazebo, as he appeared from the darkness. Silently he took off his jacket and threw it over my shoulders. This confident and caring gesture struck me so much that I stood up, rooted to the spot, and he took my chin and kissed me.

God, how cool he was kissing. I can't say that my husband kisses badly, but his kisses have already become slightly boring, and they have not been there for a long time. And then the forest, somewhere near the river, the night and the man kisses me as if I belong to him. My head was spinning, my legs gave way slightly, and I involuntarily clutched at his hand, more than I would like. He immediately took advantage of this gesture and hugged me, so much so that his head was still noisy. Now I kissed is not so romantic, but eagerly, sinking at the lips. His hands became bolder, he lowered them lower, first on the lower back, and then on my ass. I began to choke with excitement, flowed. Having felt this and having caught the moment, he began to stroke my ass with one hand, having already put his hand under the dress, and put the other on my chest. Then I became so cool that I almost woke up from obsession. At some second I realized that I was ready to change my husband, who for five years had not changed once. And she wanted to push Marcel away, but at that moment his hand from my hip moved to the lower abdomen and he lightly ran his hand over my expiring juice to the lower lips. This put my legs down completely, and since he was not holding me at that moment, I literally sat down on the bench. This movement, he understood, was not quite right: when he saw that I had come down below and was near the bulging tubercle on his pants, he silently unzipped his fly and took out his penis and put my hand on it.

The member was bigger than my husband, he was temptingly glittering in the light of the moon. My head was spinning thoughts, do or not do what he wants, cheating on it or not. And at some point the memory came up, as the husband asked, whether as a joke, or seriously, whether I consider the blowjob treason. Like, if some girl makes her husband a blowjob, will it be a betrayal? And I answered, too, either as a joke, or seriously, that let him do, this is not sex in the full sense of the word. Yes, he agreed, perhaps, that so, and therefore not treason. Remembering this, I decided. (Porn stories) At first, gently took only the head in her mouth, sucked it a little, getting used to the unfamiliar taste and smell, and then began to caress the penis with her tongue and lips, taking him more and more. She herself enjoyed the fact that there was a member of another man in my mouth, around the forest, night and silence. He began to moan, he liked it. Then he began to move his ass, helping me with rhythmic movements. I felt good about everything that was happening, the panties were completely wet, and the member walked in my mouth with a shake, already climbing so deep that I was slightly gasping, but continued to move. At some point, he moaned louder, the movement became faster and I did not have time to catch the moment when he finished. Usually I preferred men to finish by, but there was nothing to do here, the dick was big and kept moving, so I had to swallow the sperm pouring into my throat.

Taking the fallen cock out of my mouth, I sat for a while longer, enjoying the silence and his heavy breathing, which told me that he felt good now. He buttoned his fly, sat down next to him and wanted to hug, but I pulled away, coming to myself.

“Don't worry,” he said, “now I can give you pleasure too.”

“You have already delivered,” I replied, smiling in the dark. In the mouth was the salty taste of sperm, and before my eyes the vision of his cock, which I just sucked, like the last slut. And this feeling was awesome.

I jumped up and whispered "Bye!" Ran back to the recreation center.There was confusion in my head, but I knew for sure that everything had changed. This blowjob seemed to remove my inner chains, it was easy and pleasant. And there was a feeling that all the fun is yet to come ...