I [M/31] finally took the plunge with [F/29] | 2016

It has been a couple of weeks since the day. I am a typical computer guy, not overly muscular but certainly athletic enough to hold my own. I am married, have a dead bedroom, and have 1 kid. She says is a very curvy girl and says she is 150lbs, but at 5ft9in, she holds the weight very well. She has streaks in her hair, so her true color is a mystery. About month ago, I caught a glimpse of her as a salesperson in a local department store. It has been several years since I last saw her, as she used to hang out with the gang before she moved away for a different job. Now she is apparently back, perhaps her job endeavors didn't actually pan out.

We chat for a bit, exchange phone numbers, and I go about my week. I suddenly get a text from her saying the camping gear I was looking at will be in stock soon, and that she gets a discount for them, and to talk to her to get them for a deal. The texts are full emotes and winks. At first I think nothing of it. She probably wants an 'in' on the hiking/biking club that I help run. The club is open to the public but sometimes we get perks for our hard effort free community service.

Anyways, I head back into the department store and run into her again, and we chat for a long time. It turns out she had a falling out with a boyfriend, which caused her to move back, which was also the original reason why she left town to move in with him in the first place. She now has a child, but her body doesn't remotely indicate it, tight toned tummy and ass, absolutely no stretch marks. She lets on that she fell to very hard times when she had her fallout with her ex, and was stranded in an unknown town. She says she isn't proud of her actions, but she isn't shy about her past either. She doesn't actually say, but I assume she entered into the sex trade. She flirts by purposefully bending over in her yoga pants, and sometimes leans in with her v tshirt. Either that, or she is just used to advertising her body. I lap it all up and shamelessly enjoy the view.

I end up making the purchase for a replacement tent, but she had to buy it in order for me to get a discount. Days pass, and she keeps sending me pics of my tent pack at her home, with her selfie poses. She teases a lot, sending pics with my tent in underwear, sometimes in sexual poses. She doesn't give a firm date to pick up the item, but she finally agrees on a weekday after work. I am eager to get my gear, but admit I am extremely excited about all her flirting.

One day we both run into each other at a bike path. We share the same hobbies. She is confidently sporting tight clothing, and she leans in noticing me staring, saying which part I like the most. I say ass/legs/feet, to which she blinks and blurts out laughing, as we were just talking about her bike and upgraded parts. We banter back and forth, and she finds out about all my sexual desires and lack of sex. She says she also has had no sex in a long time too. I suddenly realize this girl has the same interests as me, knows that being fit is important, and wants as much sex as I do. She is the polar opposite of my wife.

A few days pass, and I show up at her place, and she is cleaning out her car. Spring cleaning, she says. She is wearing a white tanktop, and denim short-shorts and flipflops. She shows me her yard, and we go inside and have a chat. I eye my tent pack, but resist the urge to just grab it and end the transaction, thinking I would like to spend time with this very bubbly flirty girl. We walk into the livingroom, and I notice a shiny pole in the middle of the room. It is a dancing pole. She says she uses it to strength train, and it is a chip off the old block of her past as a stripper. Figures.

At first I thought I would be turned off, but I am now sporting a raging hardon, feeling extremely turned on. She is showing me some moves, pointing her toes at me, and spreading her legs in my direction, while her denim shorts doesn't quite hide her pink thong. She then takes a seat on the chair next to me, and props up her feet onto my lap, resting it directly next to my raging hardon, brushing it back and forth while carrying on the conversation. I completely forget what we were talking about, because she brings her second foot up, and cups my hardon between her feet, making me grunt. I playfully unzip my pants, to which she happily grasps my cock skin on skin. Her feet are surprisingly soft.

She hears something on the front door, and immediately says we have to stop, as her daughter is supposed to come home soon. I pull out the cash for the tent, and we get up and say that I have to go, while not hiding my hardon poking out through my zipper. She is staring at it fully, and bites her lips. I say I didn't wear underwear and need a place to put it on before leaving. She walks me to the bathroom, and I undo my pants and turn around, slowly fumbling with my underwear in my hand. She then drops her shorts, and does a pose against the door, to which I stare, regaining the full hardon. She pulls out a condom, rips it open, rolls it on my cock, and quickly goes down on me, eagerly sucking away. She then stands up, bends over, props a leg on the toilet, and slides her thong up to the side, exposing her wet pussy. I realize she wants me to go all the way, and suddenly have doubts about the whole thing. My conscious suddenly takes over and I get a momentary panic attack, causing me to go soft. She looks back realizing this, and starts aggressively giving me a handjob while pressing her back against my chest. I realize I am about to cum and try to pull away while telling her, but she giggles and grabs my hip and shoves her pussy onto me, pinning me against the wall, feeling the tight wetness of her pussy. I moan and grab her hips, but she gyrates her hips and grinds away with surprising flexibility and force. I have never cum so hard in my life.

We clean up, and in my hazy mindset of confusion, grab the tent and we quickly say our goodbyes. To this day, I'm realizing it is very hard to ignore the feeling to resist cheating the first time, but it is easier to set aside that feeling to cheat again. She texted me today, wanting to go biking together after work, which prompted me to write this. I don't know if I can do this.