First married woman's infidelity as a woman.

Hey, what I'm about to tell you is my first infidelity. I'm married, my husband works for an official company and has to travel on business trips inside the country sometimes for two months. I've always been very passionate and need sex very frequently, which my husband can't provide me with. At 18, I had my sexual experience vaginally and at 19, I debuted anally. I had HMH threesomes and what turned me on most was double penetration. Although my life was disordered, it was happy sexually speaking.

I met my husband, we had sex, but I kept having friends with benefits, so we got married and decided to stop going out with other guys. But my sex, from that moment on, felt strange almost daily, the business trips became my endless routine.

To avoid negative thoughts, I looked for something to occupy my free time, so I searched for activities online and found one that allowed me to fulfill my commitment. A painter (of paintings) was looking for a model for his painting studio.

I attended the scheduled appointment, which was held over the phone, and the owner, a man around 50 years old, greeted me. He looked me up and down, made me turn around, and initially approved my figure, which I didn't detail and now do:

Blonde, Green Eyes, 171 cm tall, 87/61/93, on the street, people give me compliments, so I estimate that I'm quite attractive in my figure.

The painter explained what my role as a model would be: posing naked in front of his students and himself. He asked me to undress, which I agreed to do somewhat excitedly; he left the room, giving me freedom to do so without pressure.

After a while, he came back, and it seemed to me that his eyes showed lust. He approached me, asked me to turn slowly around my axis again, and with experienced eyes was looking at every part of my skin.

After no less than 15 minutes of observing me completely naked, he asked me to put on my clothes interior. I had bought new lingerie for the interview, consisting of a very exciting blue-sky satin set, an exquisite bra that leaves part of the areola visible and clearly marks the nipple, while the thong is just a small triangular front piece that transmits my smooth vaginal lips, with a view from behind being only a dental floss that enters my buttocks and almost seems to see my bare Booty. When I bought the lingerie, I got home and tried it on in front of a full-length mirror, seeing how 'attractive' I looked, I got turned on and wet the thong. I had to masturbate to satisfy my needs. When I arrived at the appointment, I knew for sure that the interviewer would approve me immediately when he saw me in such skimpy clothes.

When I saw myself in lingerie, I think it really hit the painter, more than when I was naked.

He spent a long time admiring and praising the hardness of my breasts and fundamentally my well-formed and round Booty. I started to feel cold, being so undressed, which I made him know, reacting he told me to get dressed. I should clarify that just as when I was naked, as when I was in lingerie, he proceeded with my consent to take numerous photos of me, which according to him would serve, if I authorized them in writing, to incorporate them into the school's painting brochures. I didn't oppose this and asked him to come back next week to sign the modeling and photo authorization contract.

After greeting him with two kisses on the cheeks, I left fully satisfied and with high self-esteem at my house. My husband wasn't home and I wouldn't tell him anything about how I spent my free time. 'He didn't need to know'.

And then came the day, after signing the contract, of facing a packed audience of painting apprentices, on a completely naked podium. Sixty percent of them were men, when I emerged like God sent me into the world from behind a curtain, the enthusiastic boys pronounced themselves in a closed applause and I arrived at hearing comments like 'finally the professor brought a model that is super good'. I felt very satisfied with the approval of the students.

Supported by a stool, I put myself in the pose indicated by the professor, leaving my hard breasts and barely my labial lips, already moistened by the situation, a fact that I knew how to overcome in subsequent sessions. My eyes began to scan the presenters, seeming to see in the male eyes an expression of contained desires, while in the women, perhaps a glance of envy towards the sculptural body being exhibited. Suddenly, I fixed my gaze on a man, approximately 35 years old, slightly tanned by the sun, with clear eyes that looked at me strangely. I maintained my gaze on him for a while, then diverting it, as I considered it an audacity on my part. After modeling hour, I retired, giving my back to the auditorium, which expressed itself with whistles, applause, and words we would say 'courteous' upon seeing me in live and direct view of my well-formed Booty. I really felt proud of having a butt like mine and thought: do they know that my husband eats it? That since I was 19 years old, he has been penetrating me and the many times they have made me, always praising it? I went home happy due to the success obtained in my first presentation.

Since my husband would not return for days, I proceeded to a light dinner, an immersion bath with foam, and during it, I caressed my pubic area, focusing on the clitoris, thinking and making myself the novel that I had sex with that toasted student with green eyes. Thus, I arrived at autosatisfying myself with a beautiful orgasm. I didn't think about my husband's figure; I was warmed up by that boy. I went to bed naked in bed, taking with me the largest dildo and began to imagine that I was having sex with him who had such an impact on me. As I am multiorgasmic, the '... orgasms were succeeding one after another and instead of alleviating my heat, it was increasing in crescendo. I have no idea how many finished I had that night, only know that at a moment I felt exhausted but happy. I fell asleep with a wide smile on my face.

I loved my new activity, which from now on would be a sweet secret only mine (not so much, but shared with those who attend school).

In subsequent modeling sessions, I couldn't help but observe the boy who moved me and with whose image I masturbated night after night. I desired him and wanted to have something with him. I hoped that at some point he would approach me to chat and that's what happened one night, after modeling, when I was already dressed and he approached me with a smile, then we chatted amiably, he invited me to take a coffee, which I accepted a bit reluctantly, not wanting it to be too easy.

We talked about many topics in the bar, at one point during the conversation he took my hand like a friend. Since I didn't see any sign of rejection from my part, he kept holding it, feeling the warmth of his palm, I started reacting and felt my vaginal juices flowing slowly, I was getting horny, which was logical since I hadn't had sex in over a month and being so sexual, it was very logical that horniness would break through.

I paid for the consumption and as it was a serene night, he proposed accompanying me on foot to my home, which I declined because we might run into people we knew along the way. I told him I was married and what would be the inconvenience of doing so. He understood and decided to walk with me, we set off with an unknown destination, just walking in good company. At one point we stopped and he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss me, I had been wanting it, and didn't reject it. Our tongues tangled wildly, his hands squeezed my breasts, put them under the neckline and bra, squeezing them directly, his fingers pinched my nipples. Making me vibrate, his other hand lifted my lack, the thong ran off and helped by my flows, he introduced one, then two and even three fingers into my snatch. I didn't stay impervious, and I massaged his penis through the pants. In a moment of clarity, seeing that we would be having sex on the street, with the risk it entails, I pulled away his hands that were making me enjoy immensely. And I asked him to take us away from there. He saw me so horny and already given in, he took me to a hotel in the Palermo area. I didn't resist. Inside this one, he took off his pants and boxers, showing one of the largest members I've ever had and that's not few. While taking off the upper clothes, I got down on my knees and prepared to give him the best blow job. His glans occupied almost my whole mouth, with my tongue running along its rim, from where abundant pre-seminal liquid flows out, which I swallowed greedily, while I was in that position, he took off my blouse, bra, and massaged my breasts with one hand, while directing my head in sync with the other. My vagina must have been dripping due to my cock abstinence. When the boy had me about to come, I proceeded to stop sucking his cock, took off my lack and Booty less, got into bed with my legs open, told him to come to me and penetrate me as you suppose you know. He supported his enormous penean head on my vulva, rubbed it, pulling out a wide sigh from me, searched for my vaginal opening and with one shot introduced the whole glans, stopped there and then slowly went drilling centimeter by centimeter. What a thrill! How long had it been since I felt a cock of that size inside me?. There began an exquisite in-and-out pumping, he knew how to treat a woman in heat. He pulled out his trunk, leaving his glans inside me, and then plunged the whole trunk, making his testicles hit my buttocks. It ripped off infinite rich orgasms from me. When I felt his warm cum. Flood my cream, I came in an endless orgasm that made me vibrate and cry from pleasure. We bathed together and touched each other, preparing for another round of sex. There he confessed that he was in love with my Booty and had many desires to have anal sex with me; I replied that there was no problem as long as we used the anesthetic cream available there and always being delicate during penetration. He put a finger with cream all over my sphincter, then two and at the third finger, I felt ready to receive him; I let him know, he inserted almost the whole cock in one go. I felt a slight burning, nothing out of this world, and asked him to come to the end, which he did immediately. The in-and-out brought me to the paradise of orgasms. I maintain that there are three types of orgasms: vaginal orgasm (G-spot), clitoral orgasm, and anal orgasm. This last one, if done well by the guy, makes the woman enjoy as if the orgasm were felt in all three points indicated. I came like a slut in heat and he made me come again after filling my rectum with semen; I couldn't stop having sex, remembering that saying too, 'the goat for the mountain pulls and the slut for the bed pulls.' But it's nice to be a slut, get a good guy and have sex as if it were the last day. I always maintain that 'LUST IS NOT A SIN, IT'S A PLEASURE.' Today I have someone who replaces my husband advantageously and daily when he goes on commission.