This is the story of my first and only affair. I am not proud
of what I did nor am I ashamed of my decisions. I believe
what I did was right for me. At the time I was a middle-aged
housewife with two teen-age girls, one sixteen who is self
motivated and a model child, the other, age thirteen, is a
gift from Satan. I will not go into the grief she has caused
us, but it has been a strain on my husband and myself.
When my unfaithfulness took place I was thirty-seven
years old and stood five feet seven inches tall, weight about
135. In case it is important to you my measurements were:
35-inch bosom with “B” cups, 26-inch waist, and
No, I was not one of the short, beautiful,
full-breasted cuties you read about. I have been told I look
like Queen Elisabeth of England without the tiara, By coincidence,
my name is also Elisabeth.
My best asset, were my good-looking legs and
thighs, they were both long with the right amount of meat.
Otherwise my looks are about average and I have an innocent
look. My husband “Lloyd” said he was jealous of
my natural strength and he worked out to stay stronger than
My husband is shorter than I am, slightly
stocky and seven years older. His physical condition is good,
probably due to his outdoor activities and conservative lifestyle.
Our youngest daughter gave us more than the
usual dose of trouble, and Lloyd used the friction that she
caused as a reason to stay away from home as often as he could.
Needless to say, it didn’t help our sex life.
I was married at age seventeen and a virgin
at the time. My two older brothers made sure none of the high
school studs dated me. In high school I worked after school
and Saturdays at the local dime-store. I was a late bloomer
and my husband said he married me because I was not like the
experienced women he been with. Lloyd found my virtue appealing
and fell in love with me.
At the time, I was working full time in an
engineering / manufacturing firm as a secretary. My group
leader was Susan; She's a small, wild one and told me about
the affairs going around in both Engineering and Manufacturing.
She in turn worked for a manager who reported to Randy, a
rather tall, good looking guy. Susan said he was half-Apache
Randy is six-foot, with long, straight black
hair, tied in a ponytail. His complexion was like a nice suntan
and hard body was evidence of the fact that he worked out
every day. His shoulders and chest were developed and tapered
down to a lean stomach. He has small hips and muscular, nicely
developed thighs. He looked more athletic than most body builders.
Susan told me she and Randy had sex many times
and it was fantastic. In fact, she said his cock was the largest
she had ever seen and she had been with lots of men She also
shared with me that most of the men she had fucked were better
built than her miserable little husband.
Some of Susan's stories were so descriptive,
during the telling I would become dry-mouthed, yet hot and
moist between my legs. I did not want to be approached by
one the studs and would have rebuffed their advances. Yet,
I desired to be wanted. Little did I know quite a few of the
guys in the office fantasized about being with me and were
close to making their play.
I enjoyed Susan's tales during which I forgot
about my problems at home. I looked forward to the tales of
her exploits and bits of sexy gossip. But when Randy came
in the office and talked to me I became defensive and nervous,
especially when he looked me over and smiled. I did not want
to get involved with him or anyone else. I was satisfied to
fantasize about him and others.
On day Randy was behind me when a power failure
occurred and the office blacked out. Moments later I felt
two strong hands from behind me slowly feeling their way up
to my breasts. I knew it must be Randy, I whispered to him
to remove his hands but he didn’t, I repeated the demand,
but he continued moving his hands up and squeezed my breasts.
I brought my arms up and forward and gave
a mighty elbow blow to his ribs; I can still hear the air
rush out of his lungs and his legs slightly buckled. If it
not been for the great shape he was in I could have broke
a rib or two.
Did he keep his distance after this? Hell
no! In fact when we passed each other he would smile and give
me a wink. I could tell what happened only increased his desire
for me. I noticed him lusting when he looked at my legs. What
he wanted was to satisfy his long time craving for me. In
my fantasies Randy would manhandle me and I would let him
take me and do anything he desired.
Another stud in the office hot for my pussy,
was Larry, an engineer. Two or three times Larry and I would
find ourselves away from the others and he told me “I
can really take care of you.” Or he would say things
like “Why don’t we go to my house for lunch?”
I would laugh and walk away.
The last time he got real suggestive I told
him “If I'm ever ready for you, I'll let you know, but
don’t hold your breath.” To myself I wondered
what lunch with Larry would be like? I knew he could satisfy
my sexual appetite. I must admit I was attracted to him and
many of my sexual fantasies involved him.
At home things went from bad to worse. I don’t
know how my husband and I put up with it, I guess his company
trips and hiking helped him, but I needed some sort of help
My sex education was limited to what my husband
told me in the early months of our marriage. On one of our
rare sexy evenings together I brought up the subject of penis
sizes, since I was curious as to what Susan was talking about.
I asked Lloyd what his measurements were. He thought it would
be fun for me to measure his penis. We measured his penis
with a wooden ruler. He said for comparison, the length of
the penis should be measured topside from the pubic bone with
the male standing up. Lloyd measured seven and one half inches
long. I believe he said it made the effective length a strong
six inches. With a cloth tape we measured the circumference
at the midpoint of length at five and three quarters inches.
Using his calculator it came out to be about 1.8 inches in
diameter and my husband boasted that his was way above average.
I remember spending hours wishing Lloyd would
go down on me and give me a good tongue thrashing. I would
have gladly settled for only having my pussy eaten or anything
else erotic. It never happened. While his penis was more than
ample to satisfy me, that didn't happen, either. In the early
years of our marriage I remember our sex to be good, but not
outstanding. I did not know there was an outstanding, much
less feeling something wonderful.
At work I would see Larry and Randy every
day and the sight of either one would them put my system in
turmoil. I started wearing a Kotex pad so I would not wet
my dress with my lubrication; my desire was increasing for
either of them.
I knew something must happen to satisfy me,
the talk of sex with Susan used to satisfy me and it kept
my mind off of my family problems. Now with an unsatisfactory
sex life, plus my husband’s absence about half the time
I needed to make a decision as what to do or there would be
a divorce. I came to the decision that outside sex with someone
well versed in the art might do it for me.
After many hours of soul searching and sleepless
nights I made the decision to have an affair. But with whom?.
Most important I needed the courage not to lose my resolve.
It would be either Randy or Larry. I mentally
made comparisons. Larry, I believed, could do a good job,
but talked too much and would surely broadcast my name. I
liked him and knew he really desired me. What attracted me
to Larry was the bad boy in him. When he hit on me, I found
it exciting, but I could never let him know.
Randy would also be excellent. He enjoyed
a responsible position and would not likely brag about me
as a conquest. I knew he also wanted me and I believed he
would love to manhandle me after what happened during the
blackout. But Randy didn't smoke and I knew I would not be
able to smoke while with him. On the other hand, I was attracted
to his physique; he was one hunk of man. The way Susan spoke
of him I knew he would be fantastic in bed.
OK, I made my decision, Randy it would be;
it was Randy with whom I would live out my fantasies.
Susan and the manager I worked for would be
on vacation next week. I would be working directly with Randy.
Of course, it helped that Lloyd would be out of town all of
next week. I decided to act. The weekend gave me time to work
out a plan.
Monday I came to work in a light, medium length
dress; medium high heels accented my shapely legs. I finished
a few of Randy's rush jobs and phoned him asking if it wanted
me to bring them to his office. He quickly said "Yes"
and I could mentally see the smile on his warrior-like face.
The way to his office was through the machine
shop. When a girl walked down the aisle between the machines,
most of the machine operators would keep their heads down
and make all sorts of jungle noises. Some of the women complained
to management and were told it was sort of a company tradition
and it was good for the machinist morale. Their jobs prevented
them from association with the women. The prevailing philosophy
was the women should consider it as a complement and not harassment.
This was before the days of sexual harassment lawsuits.
My trip through was extra loud, as I really
looked hot all dolled up. Entering Randy's office, he asked
me to close the door, as the work was confidential and please
be seated. Gosh, I was scared. I knew what I was about to
do would affect the rest of my life.
I moved my chair slightly back from his desk
in order for him get a good view of my legs. Instead of having
the calves of my legs vertical, as I normally would have done,
I extended then out at an angle and crossed them like I was
modeling hosiery. My long heels gave the illusion of longer
legs. In addition I adjusted my dress so my knees showed,
my long thighs complemented the showing. I was signaling my
Randy’s showed his arousal. My high-heeled
white shoes, the nylons, the position of my legs, and my dress
pulled up past my knees made a noticeable impact on him. He
was getting hot. I brought my moist tongue out through slightly
parted full, luscious lips. At the same time I was licking
my lips, I re-crossed my legs causing a slight movement of
cool air between my inner thighs. I could see he was getting
the message. The next move was his.
He stood and approached me. I believe he wanted
me to spread my legs and put his obedient tongue to work.
I did not do the spread, so he came over to the chair and
put his hands under my arms lifting me up and off the chair
with no more effort than lifting a pillow. Now standing, I
let him kiss me with a long kiss. I almost melted. I cut the
kiss short, as I knew I must control this situation. If I
didn’t exercise some sort of caution, I would soon find
myself naked and being fucked on his office couch. While I
wanted him to take me…this wasn't where or how I wanted
it to happen.
Randy placed one of his muscular arms behind
my butt, and the other behind my back getting ready to carry
me. I knew what he was about to do, because Susan told me
about him carrying her to the couch in his office; and about
the fucking that followed.
I positioned my hands in the “T” position, giving
the football time out signal, as I did not want to be subdued
now by his sweet talk and my desire for him. I started talking,
saying what I rehearsed many times over the weekend. “You
obviously know I have wanted you. You are everything a woman
could desire and I believe you want me.” My courage
and self-confidence was beginning to return. Without stopping
to think, I continued. “First of all, this is not going
to happen in your office. This has to be my way or not at
all.” I couldn’t believe it was me talking. “If
we are going to do this thing, it has to be this week. I didn’t
go into the many reasons why “this week” was so
important. A man with a hard cock doesn’t like to listen
to a lot of needless verbiage.
My conditions were few and reasonable. I wanted
a first-class hotel. He was to arrive early in the morning,
and once the room was rented, he was to call me at home and
give me the room number. We would stay the morning. If things
went well, we might spend the whole day together in bed. “Making
I told him this would be my first affair and
I never been with anyone other than my husband. If I was going
to do this, if I was going to be unfaithful to my husband,
I wanted only the best, and I wanted nothing left to chance.
When I finished speaking, I realized he was
not given an opportunity to inject a word into my monologue.
I was not used to speaking to anyone with such authority,
let alone my boss. I was as surprised by not only what I said,
but in the way I said it.
“Yes Ma’am”, was his only
reply. I was no long fearful of what I was doing. He looked
at me with gleaming, dark eyes and again said “Yes Ma’am
Randy again approached me and said “How
about a kiss to seal our deal.” I broke away, winked
at him and left his office. I could tell he was elated. My
walk back was like walking on a cloud, and my thoughts drowned
out the catcalls from the machinist.
After lunch Randy called my office and said
he’d made the arrangements for tomorrow. The hotel was
about ten miles away and out of our normal plant traffic routes.
He would call me in the morning with the room number.
The good news was I did not have to face my
husband that night. I shaved my legs and lightly trimmed my
pubic area. Later I took a sleeping pill to help me settle
down. My last thought was I suspected Lloyd was having an
affair with a gal from one of the plants he visited. I had
no reason to believe it was true. I liked the idea; it gave
me justification for what I was about to do.
The next morning I wore a dress without slip
or panties, and found a rarely used uplift bra. Since I did
not want to wear panty hose or panties. I put on full-length
hosiery held up with a garter belt. I rarely dressed like
this, only a few times for Lloyd, and never in public. Looking
in the mirror I liked what I saw. In a travel bag I put the
items I might need including a change of clothes. I waited
for the call. When it came, a male voice said, “Elizabeth.
Room 515.” I was on my way to the adventure of my life.
I arrived at the hotel and parked near a side
entrance. A few minutes later I was standing outside room
515. Randy opened the door and said, “Good Morning,
Little Darling” I almost melted. He noticed my travel
bag and quickly took it out of my hand.
The room was decorated in a New Mexico theme.
Much nicer than I expected, it was definitely first class.
He asked if I was nervous and I said very much. He laughed
and said let’s have a light kiss to break the ice. I
didn’t say anything. He kissed me like I’d never
been kissed before, his huge arms completely enveloping my
body.. His lips continued kissing and licking down to my cleavage.
The kiss seemed to last for an hour, maybe two.
I walked over to the ice bucket on the desk
and leaned forward a bit to put some ice in a glass. I needed
a cool drink of water to bring my fever down. Once again I
felt his hands at my back and on my bra. This time I did not
object, but rather let out a low moan of pleasure. He moved
his hands and started to unbutton my dress, and when he finished
he effortlessly lifted me off the floor. While he held me,
trapped and helpless, he almost smothered me with kisses winding
up at my ear where he stuck his tongue in and lightly blew.
The hot drafts in my ear made me come unglued and I screeched
and struggled violently. He stopped and lowered me to the
ground; we both had our first good laugh, which helped relax
The only thing holding my dress to my body
was the side zipper. Randy slowly lowered the fastener, and
the dress seemed to float off my body and drift to the floor.
I don’t remember his actually doing it, but somehow
my bra was gone as well. I stood there in my heels with only
the thin garter strap adorning my lower tummy, and my hose;
my lightly haired vagina now totally exposed. I was already
wet! I noticed my reflection in the full-length mirror a few
feet away. It confirmed what I knew. I looked hot! I looked
hot, because I felt hot. I felt sexual in a way I’d
never known with my husband. I was standing in the middle
of this man’s hotel room, stripped down like a cheap
whore, and about to fuck a man I had only yesterday kissed
for the first time. For the first time in my life I was fully
undressed in front of a man other than my husband.
Randy never took his eyes off me. He quickly
undressed, but left his white jockey shorts on. My eyes were
drawn to the large bulge between his legs. My nipples hardened
and jutted from my breasts. I wanted him more than I’d
ever wanted a man. In my lust, I was finally free. I wanted
him to touch me, to kiss me…to suckle on my increasingly
hard nips, and most of all, I wanted him to take me.
He started to remove by garter belt, but I
stopped him! “Let’s see what you have; your cock
is the topic of conversation with a lot of the women at work.
Show me what all the talk is about.”
He slowly lowered his shorts, I knew he was
teasing me. I was frozen in time, like a baby doe caught in
the sudden headlights of an approaching car. The white fabric
of his briefs gave way to the tan skin of his lower belly,
and as more white disappeared, more skin took its place. Soon
I was confronted by a his thick exposed shaft. I wanted to
say, his penis was exposed. No, Lloyd had a penis. This was
a cock! His underwear kept coming down, and still, I hadn’t
yet seen the head of this monster cock. More and more was
uncovered, and the more he uncovered, the more there seemed
to be still concealed inside his briefs. Finally, with a quick
tug, a Rasputin size cock sprang up. The head, the size of
a large plum, was covered with his clear sticky lubricant.
I was expecting to see a penis larger than
my husband’s, but not one this much larger! I said to
him, with a lump in my throat, “I don’t know if
I take it. It’s too long…too thick!” I stalled
for time; really nervous and scarred. In all my planning,
in all my fantasies, I had never considered that Randy’s
cock would be…could be…this huge!
Finding my voice, I asked him how big it was?
What a dumb thing to say. I was becoming childlike and I was
looking for direction. He said he did not know. Obviously
he knew, as it must have been measured many a time. I asked
him if I could measure it; I wanted an excuse to touch it.
He said, “Be my guest” I got the wooden ruler
and tape from my things. I measured ten inches. “Wow.”
I then took the cloth tape, measured the circumference
and measured a strong seven and a half inches. I tried to
do a mental calculation as to what diameter it, was, but could
not think clearly enough to even do an estimate. I knew it
was larger than I wanted it to be. Susan used the word “fat”
to describe Randy’s cock. It didn’t feel fat;
it felt very hard and firm.
I was becoming concerned about his length
and the very large diameter. Clearly, I wanted to be taken…to
be fucked like a whore, but I did not want to be hurt. Randy
sensed my fears and said, “Not to worry. I have other
ways to satisfy both of us.” This was not the first
time he was with a nervous woman whose husband was averaged
sized. He assured me these “other” ways didn’t
include inserting him monster cock into what I now came to
think of as my “little vagina.”