My Cheating Wife’s Letter

Hello Louise,

I hope this letter doesnt cause you any difficulties,
but I sneaked your name and address from your suitcase
label, and simply have to say how much I appreciated
the all too short time spent with you in Perth.

You may be surprised that I come from Mount Eliza. I
was just as surprised to see you are from Frankston.
Here we both were thinking we were safe and thousands
of miles away from home, where no one knew us, and lo
and behold we come from within a couple of miles of
each other. But dont worry on that score. I promise
not to bother you, beyond this letter I have as much
reason to keep this secret as you have. But, I confess,
I wouldnt mind doing it again. Dare I hope?

I saw from your suite case that your initials dont
contain an “L”, but to me you will always be Louise,
and, of course, I can understand why you used a false
name. In any case, to me you will always be Louise,
Louise who I met in Perth.

So, Louise, It will take me a long time to forget you,
if I ever do. I suppose its not altogether good form
to tell a woman shes good at sex. Especially a woman
who is married to someone else, but I was so delighted
with the time we spent together that I simply have to
share it with someone, and the only person I can safely
share it with is you

I really meant it when I said you didnt have to do it
I mean, I know you opened the door of your room, and
let me in, ( and you looked achingly beautiful in the
night dress you were wearing..) I suppose you bought
that to impress your husband, I and should feel proud
that it was me who took it off you first. I am, but if
you had suggested you had any reservations about me
being there, I would surely have left straight away. In
spite of the way I was feeling!

But you didnt ask you just stood there, smiling
shyly and inviting.

Why was I not surprised to find you standing as if you
had been waiting for me? I suppose, I wasnt really, we
had met in the hotel dining room, chatted, and got on
well. I was delighted that you agreed the share the
evening with me, and perfectly happy with our
understanding to have you back in your own room by
eleven, and alone.

I really do mean that. You are great social company,
and a marvelously pleasant to be with. It was a shame
that we couldnt get theatre tickets at short notice,
but on the other hand, we gained wonderfully from
having to settle for a night club. Without that, I
would never have danced with you.
And without the dancing, I imagine the rest wouldnt
have happened either.

But it did, and it might have ended with the kiss in
the lift on the way up to your floor. It was the
dancing that caused that, feeling your body through our
clothes, and sensing your gradual response to the
contact even as I was responding myself I could almost
sense the moment when you realized you could feel my
erection and I definitely realized when you let me
know it. Feeling your body undulate against mine that
was a moment to remember.

I was ready for that kiss in the lift, and now I know
you were too. It was a beautiful kiss, and perhaps the
thing that made me really want you.

I really did want you. I knew it when the door of your
room clicked shut behind me. You were standing facing
the door, dressed in nothing but a sheer night dress
that made no attempt to hide the fact that you were
naked underneath it. I crossed the small space between
us, slipped my hands round your waist, and as I held
you, you leaned against me, your hands sliding round my
own waist, pulling me to you.

“Louise – I really don’t have to be here.” I told you,
“Ill go away if you like?”

You stretched, reached up a little and put you arms
around my neck then kissed me, gently at first then
with more passion, your tongue slipping between my
lips. You stopped and leaned back a little forcing your
hips, your belly, against mind.. I felt the heat of
your loins exciting me.

“David, “you said, ” If that was the case then I
wouldnt have opened the door. Youre here because I
want you to be and because I’m curious – ..” You
blushed furiously, “I Ive not done this sort of
thing before. We’ve talked and sat together and danced
all this evening. Ive done that but not this ever,
but now, well, you know Now I want to be here with
you.”

I saw you teeth gleam as you laughed a little
obviously nervous, obviously excited and unbelievably
desirable. You undid the buttons on my shirt front,
pulling it out of the waistband of my trousers and then
taking it right off. You dropped it on the back of the
chair beside us. Then, turning back ran your hands
through the light furry down of what passes for hair on
my chest. I held you to me and we kissed again. We
could both feel the passion this time. I reached for
the straps of your night dress, but you stopped me.

“One moment…”

You crossed to the door of your room, looked briefly
through the spy hole, unhooked the ‘Don’t disturb’
sign, opened the door, hooked it over the outside
handle and re-shut the door. As you started back across
the room you pulled at the ribbon across your breasts,
and loosed the knot holding your night dress closed.

As you shrugged it off your shoulders it fell down
around your feet and you stepped out of it, picked it
up and gently placed it over my shirt. Quite naked you
came the remaining distance back across the room,
closed my open mouth before kissing it, while at the
same time undoing my belt and loosening my trousers,
easing them down as far as you could. Breaking the
kiss, as I kicked my shoes off, you knelt down and took
my trousers and shorts off. On the way back to standing
up your cheek brushed the end of my cock.

As we kissed again, I tasted your sweetness on your
lips as you pulled my butt tightly into you, my pre-cum
wet cock trapped between us. I steered your backward
and pushed you gently down onto the bed, moving to lie
alongside your. I kissed your neck, making your shudder
a little. Then kissed my way on down to your full
breasts, your nipples standing hard in the cool of the
air-con. Hard and dark like your areola in sharp
contrast to your beautiful light skin with the tanned
shade outlining your swim costume and the one blemish
a birthmark on your right breast

As I kissed and licked my way from nipple to nipple I
brushed my hand down across your flat stomach to the
start of your surprisingly soft short bush of fair
hair. You moaned quietly, your fingers entwined in my
hair holding me to your breast, as I explored between
your opening thighs with my fingers, moving in circles
through the thatch. You opened your legs wide,
spreading your knees upwards to give me the access I
wanted.

I kissed my way down to your navel, running my tongue
into it, again making your squirm just a little as I
did so. Then you shuddered again as my mouth reached
that hair and the smell of your musk reached my nose,
driving me on with more urgency than before. You
swiveled round a little to get underneath me and reach
the end of my cock with your mouth, slurping at my
wetness. Now it was my turn to catch my breath as the
warmth of your sweet lips bobbed over the tip and rim
of my cockhead.

I wasted no more time – with my hands either side of
your hips I held your ass and used my finger tips to
pull apart the lips of your wet slick opening, sliding
my tongue into it, swiping it down from bush to back.
You shuddered with a small cum as I did so, stiffening
and then relaxing. Your wetness sweet nectar on my
taste buds.

You swung out from under me, pushed me onto my back
then engulfed my cock with your hot mouth, leaving it
slick and ready with your saliva. In the light from the
window I watched as you grabbed me with one hand, eased
your hips over mine and set the hard throbbing end of
my rod against your velvet hot labia your open thighs
and swaying breasts poised over me. I could feel the
heat radiating from your open passion as you slipped
your hungry pussy down onto me.

Tight, so tight – breathing hard now you pushed down
exquisite pressure for a moment. Then a gasp and then
you slipped a little more onto me.

Tight so tight – as I strained not to cum with the warm
slippery feeling of your lust enveloping me.

Tight then tighter – sliding deeper and deeper down
onto me, the hunger of your eyes visible as you panted
and keened, ” Oh – My – Oh Ooh!! – Oh YESsssssss!”

As you finally bottomed out, your bottom resting on my
hips, little shudders running though then finally a
sobbing almost silent scream as it all came to a head
and you started cumming, and cumming.

Tight so tight – almost to the point of pain – your
body twitching, your muscles visibly rippling, trapping
my cock in a strangling intensity that triggered my own
hard orgasm. My back arching up off the bed, my cock
pushing deeper and deeper, flooding you with my pumping
wetness, each thrust and spasm sending juice in
quantities that oozed out round my shaft.

We came slowly down falling gently back onto the
surface of the bed, both dripping with perspiration in
spite of the air con, your bobbed fair hair half
covering my face, your face tucked into the side of my
neck, your breath coming in little shuddering sobs. The
muscles of that cunt still gripped and spasmed round my
cock, only half hard now, but still not slipping from
you.

You raised yourself up a little and kissed me as I held
you to me. Hands still gripping your butt hard as I
squeezed it, you contracted your muscles round me then
I watched as you pulled your stomach in as if you were
in an exercise class, your tunnel now stroking me back
to hardness and sloppy seconds. My own sloppy seconds!

You fed a breast to my face; my waiting lips eagerly
took that hard nipple in and sucked on it in time to
your contractions as you slowly started to slide and
move on me again. Reluctantly letting it go and without
coming out of your, indeed holding myself tight into
your by gripping those lovely ass cheeks I rolled your
gently over until I was on top of you. You brought your
knees up either side of my hips and I brought first
one, then the other of those lovely long legs higher,
above my arms. Then deep, deep inside I gently started
to fuck almost vertically down into you.

You almost growled as another little orgasm rippled
though you, then you made a whining sound as another
big one started, your ankles by this time trying to
grip the back of my neck. Again you started to spasm
round me as you came and then without warning I too
exploded pushing hard into your with a gathering
intensity as each wave crashed through me. In slow
motion we crumbled back to earth, my shrinking cock
slipping from your cunt as you vainly tried to stop it.

As we started to drift to sleep, me now spooning you
from behind, my arm over your side my hand gently
caressing a handy breast you pulled the sheet over both
of us before wiggling back tight against me.

I woke in the middle of the night, my erection
throbbing in the confined space between us as I lay
still and close against your back. It took a moment for
me to realize that you were not my wifeand the
realization brought an exploring move from my hand and
you giggled.

“Hello again,” you said, “Are you all right?”

I nuzzled the back of your neck, reveling in the
different scents of your perfumes.

I assured you I was all right.

“Rested?” you asked.

I assured you I was rested and deliberately stirred my
muscles, making my hard cock wriggle in the valley
between you buttocks.

“Mmmn” you murmured, “Have you ever dreamed about
moments like this. I mean with someone else?”

“Every one does.” I told you, “Yes, I have. Have you?”

You ignored my question “Do you dream about well
doing different things?”

“Yes,” I assured you. Most people do. Its called
fantasies.”

You rolled over to face me, pressing your breasts
against my chest, pushing a leg between mine, and
lifting it until your thigh was lifting my balls. I
could feel the hairs of your mound brushing the shaft
of my cock, and the heat of your breath as you nestled
your face into the corner of my neck.

“Tell me about them. I mean, what did you think of
doing?”

I had to think. This was all so much more real than my
fantasies. My first thought was that my own wife would
never ask such a question in a month of Sundays. It
took a few moments before I could think. Then I told
you.

You laughed. No, you chuckled against my skin, “Show
me,” you demanded.

I could hardly believe you meant it, but you rolled on
to your back on the bed beside me and spread your arms
wide. Head turned towards me, grinning a wicked
conspiratorial grin.

I climbed astride your belly, conscious of my balls
dragging across your smooth skin as I walked on my
knees to bring my throbbing cock over your cleavage.
You watched my cock advancing between your breasts, the
head pointing straight at your face, drawing closer,
the shaft refusing to lie down between the swell of
your breasts.

Id wanted to do this with my own wife, she wouldnt,
she never said why. I didnt even know how to do it
really. But you had some idea and covering your
breasts with your open hands, you folded the warm
smooth flesh over the still rigid throbbing limb of my
shaft.

“Alright?” you asked.

I nodded, unable to muster the breath to speak, so
intense was the sensation in my cock.

You were grinning up at me, “Go on then, push.”

I pushed, and it was immediately obvious we needed some
lubrication… I thought of the obvious sauce, (to me),
and suggested it you smiled, shook your head and just
said, “Spit on it, and me, make it slippery.”

I was surprised again. Something else my wife would
never have suggested. Not for any reason. I leaned
foreword, flexing my cheeks, and then opened my lips to
let a big drop of saliva fall between your breasts. It
was a perfect shot, my shaft and the wonderful tunnel
between them was immediately smooth and warm, and
inviting.

I thrust into it. You folded your breasts tighter over
my now sliding shaft, and I watched the glistening head
emerge from between your breasts and advance, turgid
and rigid, towards your face.

You moaned with pleasure, and tightened the fold over
my breasts. I stroked again, and again. Harder and
faster as I saw the look of lust spread over your face
and the heat in your eyes while you watched my cock
thrusting arrogant and throbbing in increasing rhythm.

You were loving it.

“Slow down” you told me “Tell me another one.”

I did as you asked, warming to the game you were
apparently wanted to play. The thrusting of my shaft
between your breasts changed from an urgent hardness to
and easy sliding…

“Its your turn.” I told you. “You tell me on of your
dreams.”

You blushed. I swear, with breasts tunneling the
erection of a near stranger, and my semen still oozing
from your pussy, you had the grace to blush when I
asked you to tell me one of your fantasies.

“Let me show you, instead.” You suggested.

I agreed.

You made me lie on my stomach, and crawled on top of
me. You lay along my back, like a cat on a wall, and
pulled my legs apart with your feet. I could feel the
heat from between your legs on my balls. The wet silky
moisture of your soft blond pubic hairs against my
buttocks and then you humped into me

Humped? you wriggled your hips, and insinuated your
pubic mound between the cheeks of my ass, grinding
against me until your silky hairs were pressing and
sliding against the ring of my anus.

The sensations were incredible, my cock was rigid, my
balls tense and aching. Yet it was you who went wild as
you humped into me, working your mound against me
until, in a surprisingly short time, you went rigid
started humping my frantically.

I grabbed your wrists beside me, and pulled you on to
me, feeling the swell of your breasts rolling up and
down my back in time to the lump of your pubic mound
grinding against my ass.

You grunted, an animal grunt of pleasure and with a
wild struggling passion in your every move, exploded a
wet, bristly, urgent orgasm into the valley between my
ass cheeks.

You collapsed on my back. Cock throbbing in rigid
hardness, I wriggled from underneath you and cradled
you in my arms. My balls felt like lead weights as you
looked up into my face, smiling weakly, and breathing
heavily with your exertions.

For perhaps two or three minutes, I held you as your
breath became less urgent, more regular, and my cock
stood rigid as if guarding your pussy from intruders.

“Your turn?” you managed

“You need a rest,” I told you.

You shook your head, “No, I mean your turn for
something wild, Ill show you. Then we must sleep.”

I nodded.

You pushed me on to my back, crawled down the bed and
spread my legs, lifting my knees with my feet off the
bed.

You grinned up my body, over my rigid cock and between
my spread legs “Hold you feet up,” you instructed.

I did, and lost sight of you as you bobbed down.

What happened next was incredible.

First, No one has ever sucked my balls before. I nearly
climaxed from that alone. The sensation was incredible.
Hot, tight, yet gentle and entirely mobile, your mouth
was a marvel of lustful sensation then, still sucking
on my balls, you wrapped your fingers around the shaft
of my erection and started stroking it.

I could feel the tug of my rising balls against the
sucking of your mouth, and knew I would come within a
minute or two, but then your finger was pushing into my
ass. The tight secret place invaded by a wholly
unexpected sensation of penetration, and while your
finger slid in and out of my ass, your hand was
stroking the length of my shaft and your lips sucking
on my captured balls. My hips were lunging in moments,
and a climaxed with a flow of mixed sensations I had
never imagined possible.

Within a minute, you were wrapped in my arms again,
Firm breast against my still panting chest, and your
lips, which a minute before had been sucking my balls,
were planted against mine in a firm kiss as we drifted
to sleep.

We woke more or less together, Your fair hair in may
face and your full firm breasts in my arms, as daylight
and the rising sun flooded the room shining straight
into our eyes. You pulled the covers off and sat up
then leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose before
getting out of bed and going into the bathroom. I
joined your a few minutes later in the shower, washing
your back before you did mine. You dried quicker than I
and went back out to the bedroom part of the suite and
I thought – ‘Ah well – over so soon, but memories of a
wonderful night.’

As I finishing I could hear your moving round then
silence again. So I went to find out what you were
doing. You were waiting – having smoothed the debris of
last night’s passion on the bed into some semblance of
tidiness – you sat cross-legged and naked on the bed.
As I walked forward I felt my cock hardening again,
rising in anticipation, reaching out towards you But
you held up your hand to stop me.

“Its over David.” You said simply. “It was wonderful,
and fun and youre nice and youre the first lover I
have ever had apart from my husband and you know more
about my fantasies than any one else including him.
But Im meeting him at the airport in two hours and
somehow I have to straighten out my mind and be his
wife again Can you understand that?”

Louise, (or whatever your real name is), I would like
you to know that was my first time too. I would like to
thank you for making it so wonderful. You are a
wonderful lady and Im glad it was with you.

I know we agreed not to continue it but I dare to
hope.

Hugs and kisses,

David.