I find myself in a dilemma. My husband and I promised to always be honest with each other, but I have taken it upon myself to say that honesty isn’t the best policy in order to stay married.
The other day after work I was so horny and I found myself driving to an adult book store like I did in my single days. I told myself that I wouldn’t hook up with anyone I just needed to get my rocks off in this seedy establishment (more exciting than just jerking it at home). I get inside and go straight into a room and lock the door. I am watching whatever is playing on the screen; however at this certain place they have a two way glass window between rooms. You can control if you want it on or off so the person next to you can’t see you. I left it on as I was getting hard and then a person entered the room next to mine and was watching me stroke. I turned off the window because I was thinking I shouldn’t be doing this.
But I was getting harder thinking about the guy watching me and I turned the glass back on so he could see me. He was watching with anticipation and signaled to me that he wanted to come over. And I accepted.
He came into my room and immediately dropped to his knees and began to worship my dick. He wanted me to fuck him but I didn’t have a condom. He said, “it’s okay, I’m married.” (As if that means anything especially these days) But I really wanted him. He sucked me up so good and he had an ass that looked like it has been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. So I fucked and bred him. Afterwards he wanted to know if we could meet again I told him maybe next week but I knew I wasn’t coming back.
Why did I come here I thought risking it all, my marriage, a possible STI, Covid for some random ass when I told myself I was just going to jerk off? But deep down I had to know that this afternoon was going to end this way and that’s what I truly wanted.
I don’t have the desire to go back there but I still think about that sex and I just know I will be back there or somewhere else again.