Her Story – First Time Cheaters

Three women tell three torrid tales of discovering how one man isn’t enough. The Scandalous Reader reveals the deep secrets they won’t even tell their best friends!


I have to say that I resisted for a looooong time. My resistance finally melted, though, and I cheated on Craig for about a year.

The thing that finally made me decide to take the plunge was a guy four years younger than me at the time. I was 24. He worked with my husband at a computer consulting firm so I’d met him several times in social gatherings and knew he had a “thing” for me -you know – how guys look at you and you just know? Well, our computer had was acting screwy and my husband was due home for lunch to drop off a piece of software needed to get the damn thing running again. But guess what? Craig didn’t show! Michael did!

He appeared at my door with his puppy dog eyes explaining that Craig had gotten busy with a project and sent him instead. Of course, I invited him in. He was, afterall, to install the software. Now here’s where a lesson is to be learned: Never leave things open on your computer you wouldn’t want, say, your mom to see! Once Michael sat down at the desk and accessed a few drives and typed in a command or two – bam! Up came my thumbnails of naked guy pics. I blushed and he chuckled a bit – making a comment that I like them big! Which is true – Craig isn’t exactly Dirk Diggler in the dick department and I like to look at big dicks!

Anyway, I got a bit bold and said something to the effect of “Hell yeah, I like them big!”, though It was probably more like “uh, yeah, ok” cause I wasn’t that assertive in those days!

Michael closed the file but I could see him stealing glances at me. And I must say I was wet as hell because he was definitely a hottie! I was surprised when he said under his breath, and I’ll always remember this line: “Stephanie, I would kill or die to go down on you.”

Three minutes later, we’re in the bedroom, I’m practically tearing my clothes of, and Michael is stammering and shaking and trying to believe it was really happenning. Well, I started tugging at his clothes and he snapped out of the twilight zone and assisted me with his belt. His clothes off, I guided his head down…

The first moment Michael’s tongue slid up the groove of my pussy and went to work, my body gave a giant shudder of pure delight, and I knew that cheating was worth it. This strange tongue was making my body melt!

Well, I was cumming in about two minutes flat. Michael then crawled up my body and planted the hungriest kiss on my lips as his big dick sank into my pussy. Ohhh. I’d not had any other cock since college and Michael was bigger than Craig. He began fucking me with these wild circular thrusts! Animalistic is the only way to describe it! I’ll tell you, he was so in lust with me, he came quickly and he could tell I was more than a little disappointed. Not to worry, though, because I was amazed when he climbed back down my body and began eating me again!

Some say screwing another man in your husband’s bed is the dumbest thing a woman can do! Imagine getting away with it – but barely! As Michael lapped his cum from my pussy, I heard the door downstairs open. I glanced at the clock.

“Shit! Craig’s here – out!” I whispered in a panic. Michael grabbed at his clothes and slipped out the balcony door. (good thing the bedroom faces the woods behind the apartment!)

Craig came into the bedroom just then to find me laying on the bed naked and panting. He looked surprised so I quickly said “I couldn’t wait until you got home!” He then knelt down and started cleaning me out! hmmmmm. My first “taste” of power!

I’d worried he’d taste the difference. If he did, he’s never said. I also worried Craig saw Michael’s car. But I later learned (I fucked Michael one more time before Craig was transferred) that he’d parked down the street just in case Craig came home and had planned to try his luck with me!


My hubby and I were married 5 years ago. We were both 21. I designed my dress (from Trashy in LA) and all my bridesmaids had theirs made there too. My dress was white satin and underneath was a custom made corset, matching thong as well as stockings and some complimentary 3 inch heels. (to tall and my feet would have ached all day)

It was quite hectic as I prepared but I couldn’t help notice one of my hubby’s friends. Not his best man but one of the groomsmen. He had cleaned up for the wedding and he looked delicious! We had flirted on many occasions whenever we got together but nothing had come of it. But today we traded several long looks and my maid of honor noticed. Having had several glasses of bubbly she urged me to go for it this one last time…

So I did. My maid of honor got Kenny into the changing room after everybody had left. She pushed Kenny into the room and said, “enjoy”. He looked at me somewhat slyly but didn’t talk. I walked up to him and just looked into his eyes. He read them so well…he pulled me close and kissed me deeply. In moments his talented fingers had me on the brink. I knelt before him and released a very nice thick cock. And it tasted as yummy as it looked. I knew I shouldn’t but it just seemed so terribly, wonderfully evil to be sucking cock in my wedding dress & it wasn’t my hubby to be! After sucking his cock I lay back on a table…

Kenny just slid my panties to the side and slipped right in. Damn, did he have a cock! I came twice just due to the intensity of it. I knew somewhere it was wrong but I just wanted some…I managed to expose my tits for him and we said not a word as we just fucked. No love here, all lust.

In just the space of minutes I could tell he was going to cum. I raised up on my elbows and whispered to him, “fuck me baby, fill me up…I want it…” and that set him off. Kenny’s eyes screwed shut and he moaned once, and flooded me. His eyes flew open as the first blast hit and we stared into each others eyes as he came…God it was so delicious.

Without a word he withdrew from my very wet and happy pussy. He kissed me lightly and left. I cleaned up as best as I could and my maid of honor ( who had a huge grin) helped me refresh my makeup and refix my veil. Twenty minutes later I said my vows. Bad girl huh?

Oh well, I took very good care of hubby that night and to this day we have a great relationship. He just doesn’t know about Kenny, then or now…as well as a few others. But variety is the spice of life!


Before I go into the details of what happened, I should probably mention a few things about my husband’s best friend, Dave. I’ve always secretly thought Dave was gorgeous, but there was never any reason in thinking about it or bringing it to his (or Bob’s) attention.

I’ve often tried to set Dave up with friends of mine, because he has the sort of looks and easygoing, funny personality that can win over just about any woman. However, just when things would get serious with one of my friends, Dave always seemed to find someway to sabotage the relationship so he could be single again. There’s one other not-so-small detail I should mention about Dave: The huge bulge in his pants, which I’ve tried so hard not to notice but always find myself looking at when I get a chance to do so (and not be noticed). Now, don’t misunderstand me — I’m really not a size queen or anything like that. In fact, my husband’s member is probably on the small side of average, but he is magnificent with it and always manages to get me off, usually more than once (and he’s fantastic at oral sex). But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in knowing what Dave’s huge cock must look and feel like. It was just something I had pushed out of my mind for all this time.

But one day, a few months back, Bob had gone out of town for a few days to attend a convention. He goes out of town two or three times a year, so this wasn’t anything new — except that this time my birthday was going to fall on one of the days he’d be gone. But I understood how important it was for him to go, and he promised to make it up to me, so I didn’t really mind so much.

On the afternoon of my birthday my best friend and her husband unexpectedly dropped by with some presents and a bottle of wine. My girlfriend and I ended up drinking the entire bottle as we laughed and had a great time. As evening set in, her husband drove her home and they told me we’d all go out when Bob got back in town.

I was all ready to settle in for the evening and start running a bath when I heard the doorbell ring. I was surprised to find Dave at my doorstep with a present and a bottle of champagne. He told me happy birthday, then explained that Bob had called him and asked him to drop by for awhile so I wouldn’t be alone on my birthday (Bob didn’t know my girlfriend had planned to stop by earlier). I told him to come in and, although I was already quite drunk from the wine I had earlier, we opened the bubbly anyway. We had a few glasses and began talking about things. I opened my present from Dave. It was a bottle of my favorite perfume. I was pleasantly surprised he actually knew my brand (Tresor).

I can’t really explain what happened next, other than to say that the alcohol probably caused it. For some reason, as Dave was telling me a really funny story, I felt this sudden wave of uninhibitedness I’d never really before experienced. He just looked so gorgeous sitting there with that grin on his face, and the alcohol (combined with an almost two-week sex drought) had me suddenly feeling very horny.

Almost without consciously thinking about it, right as Dave was in the middle of his story, I suddenly stood up in front of him and quickly removed my shirt. I have very large breasts (and I constantly receive compliments and attention from men on my face and figure) which I sort of thrust out at him in an attempt to immediately command his attention. Boy, did it work! He literally stopped in midsentence and his jaw dropped as his eyes grew to the size of silver dollars.

Still acting completely on instinct, without really thinking about what I was doing, I moved forward and rubbed my breasts in Dave’s shocked face. I was momentarily jarred out of my trance when Dave actually managed to speak. He said something like “what?…No, we can’t do this….No, no, no, no…”

Feeling my control of the situation suddenly in jeopardy, I responded by quickly pulling off my shorts (I had no panties on under them). My head felt like it was whirling as I stood in front of my husband’s best friend completely naked and drunk on wine mixed with sexual power.

His attempts at denying the situation completely collapsed at this point, as he fell to his knees in front of me and drove his tongue into my wet pussy. I cried out with pleasure as I felt his strange tongue, so much like my husband’s yet so different, squirming through my pussy hair.

I came almost immediately. He had barely even got started when I cried out in ecstacy.

Then, as I was still recovering from my state of blissful orgasm, the moment I had always wondered about finally came. Dave pulled his shirt off, then quickly undid his belt and dropped his pants. Before he even removed his boxers, I could see how huge his massive member was, now that it was completely hard.

He ripped down his shorts (as best he could having to work them down over that giant erection) and stood in front of me with the biggest hard-on I had ever seen. I can’t even guess how big it was…It was huge — and it was absolutely beautiful.

Once again, my body began doing things on its own, without my really thinking about it. I found myself on my knees in front of him, his giant cock in my hands. After studying it for a good ten seconds, I gently began to stroke it with my hand as I took the head into my mouth. I’d never been so turned on giving a man head before.

My pussy was still dripping wet — something that normally doesn’t happen when I give oral sex. I increased the speed of my stroking as I began bobbing my head to take as much of it as I could into my throat. I heard Dave moaning like an animal.

For the first time since we started, I felt a little bit of worry creep into my mind. I normally don’t let Bob come in my mouth, but I was starting to think I couldn’t bring myself to say no to Dave. Fortunately, I didn’t have to think about it just then, because Dave suddenly pulled out of my mouth and said (almost breathlessly) “let’s go upstairs.”

I took him up to my bedroom where I threw myself face down on the king-sized bed Bob and I share. I felt Dave’s strong hands grab my hips and pull my ass in the air. As he entered my pussy from behind, I cried out in joy (and just a little bit of pain) because I’d never felt such a huge cock inside me. It was incredible. I actually felt dizzy as he began pounding me with his gargantuan rod. He must have fucked me doggy-style, ramming me at an incredible pace for nearly thirty minutes, during which time I exploded with three orgasms. He finally slowed down a bit, and continued to fuck me for another fifteen or twenty minutes before we switched positions. He laid down on his back and I mounted his still-hard cock. I couldn’t believe he could maintain an erection for this long. Bob never lasts more than fifteen or twenty minutes, but Dave seemed to have a cock made of hard granite.

I rode his cock, happy to be in control of the pace. As I began plunging downward onto him, faster and faster, I finally felt him come inside me as he basically screamed out (if I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was in pain!). His orgasm caused another of my own and we collapsed together.

After lying together for a few minutes, saying nothing as we luxuriated in our feelings of pure pleasure, he crawled on top of me and I could feel that he was already hard again.

He began fucking me missionary style as he thrust his tongueinto my mouth. Although my pussy was actually starting to feel quite sore, I was still enjoying everything too much to be bothered. And this time he lasted even longer than before. He must have fucked me for a good hour straight (he would often change his rhythm from fast to slow and back again) before he came again. Although I had already come more times in one night than ever before, I still had two more orgasms before he was finally finished.

After we were done, we gently kissed and cuddled as we lay in bed together until we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke him up by sucking his cock. This time, I actually let him come in my mouth. It was the first time I’d ever let a man do that, which I told Dave when we were done. My pussy was so sore I didn’t think I could take anymore fucking for awhile.

We then showered together before he got dressed and prepared to leave. We agreed never to tell anybody about what happened (although I’m breaking my promise to him right now). We also agreed to try and never let this happen again, because we both love Bob too much to ever do anything to hurt him.

As he was leaving me with a passionate kiss, I playfully told him how good of a friend he was to Bob for coming over and making sure I wasn’t lonely on my birthday. I told him that he’d given me the best birthday gift ever.

It’s been several months since that beautiful night, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. I hope I can always stay faithful to Bob and that this was just a one-time betrayal…But if I ever find myself alone again with Dave, I just don’t know…

Thanks for letting me get this off my mind. Writing this confession has been very therapeutic.