For as long as I could remember, I thought that married women that cheated on their husbands were scum, crossing that unwritten line that all women were supposed to know never to cross, never to sleep with, and never to be with another man while having another at home. Thought that they were in the wrong, doing the wrong thing instead of trying to stay committed, to work things out, to be the woman they were when they first got married, but in all respects, the more I thought about it, the more I agreed.

For if I was secretly meeting another man, allowing him to slip between my warm heavenly folds, to feel the sweltering tightness of my insides grasping his cock, then perhaps it was not me or them but it was you men once called husbands that were in the wrong well before the other cock came along.

As was the case for me, a then hot, sexy and introverted twenty-five-year-old married woman, holding down a professional career while all the while believing that my husband, my alleged lover was just in a rut, just too busy to keep me sexually satisfied. For those few years in which I lived in marital bliss, using a battery operated machine, or my own damn fingers to keep me sexually satisfied, I believed that someday the man I married and I would have kids together, grow old and die in each other's arms. Yet, there I was down on my knees a few hours after finding my alleged husband balls deep inside the pussy of our next-door neighbor.

On my knees in front of my broken down car, my emergency lights flashing on the two of us as I boldly unzipped his pants, grasped his young hard cock and began sucking him off in the pull off lane an empty freeway, in some farming town late that night. The thrill, the excitement of being caught, arrested, or worse, burned me up inside as the idea, the thought of passerby's honking their horns, cheering, yelling their approval, taking video's at the site of me sucking this young man's long, hard cock in public making me more wet than ever before.

Fingers tangling roughly through my long locks of golden brown hair, I could feel his every moment, every twitch of his body, of his approval inside my mouth, gazing up at the handsome, muscular toned body of the barely legal man standing in front of me, his shimmering blue eyes locking onto mine as he groaned in approval.

"Yes... miss, ple...please," he scuffed, tightening himself into my mouth, the tip of his cock growing massively in size and girth as he continued to drive his fingers through my hair.

"Mmm..," I moaned, unable to stop, unable to pull away, loving the feeling of a hot cock inside my mouth as memories of my soon to be ex slamming his cock deep into that foul woman's pussy all the while leaving me high and dry. "Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned, this time in a long and purposely drawn out echo, gliding my lush, moist lips less than an inch from tip of his pulsating cock. Blowing on it with the warmth of my breath, locking my eyes to his, taking in the hardened curves of his stomach and chest that I could see shadowing under his off grey t-shirt.