Why do I fuck married men? Because they make better lovers, of course! They are usually bored of their wives and into wild fantasies. I'm sure that's what happened to my husband and me, and that's why he cheats. I've never accused him; instead, I started cheating, too. I don't know where he meets women, but I meet men on Adult Friend Finder. I prefer finding my sex partners online. I pick only married men, and a lot of them pick me. Married people understand it's about the sex, and are less likely to fall in love. At least that's what I thought, until I met Wesley. Wesley wrote to me, a long sexy email describing what he'd do to me if we could spend some time alone together. I was wet after the first paragraph and masturbating half-way through the letter. Whenever an email is steamy enough for me to get off to, it's also worth answering. Wesley and I chatted online for a few hours before we had to cut it off. His wife had come home. Before signing off he gave me his cell number and told me to call anytime. I couldn't stop thinking about Wesley, and that never happens. For that reason alone I shouldn't have called him, but three days later the hubby went out to play golf, and that meant I'd be alone all day. I called Wesley. He must have been with his wife; he told me he'd left the papers at the office, but could meet me in a half hour, and to call back in fifteen minutes. When I called him back he was in his car. "Where do you want to meet?" he asked. "Why don't you come to my place?" I suggested. "My husband is out golfing, and he won't be back until tonight." Wesley drove up forty minutes later. I let him in the back door and led him to the living room. "I thought we'd stay in here," I said. "Why don't we get naked and get started?" Wesley's grin got larger as we stripped. "Damn, you've got a hot little body on you," Wesley crowed. "I'm going to eat you until you beg me to stop." I lay back on the sofa and lifted my legs wide and to the side. Wesley knelt before me and cupped my hand with his ass. His thick tongue thrust between my pink puffed lips and connected with my clit. His tongue thrashed back and forth on my love bud and he pushed two fingers into my tight, wet slit. I bucked up against is hand and Wesley finger-fucked me to orgasm. I could hardly wait to return the favor. His prick was large, the full eight and a half inches he'd promised. It curved upwards slightly, but not too much. I licked my lips and attacked his prick with gusto. I lashed my tongue all around his head and shaft, alternating between fast flicks and long strokes. Wesley moaned every time I did something new. "I can tell you love to suck cock," he teased. "You're doing a fucking great job." I took Wesley to the edge of orgasm a couple of times before stopping. I didn't want him to blow his load in my mouth, not yet anyway. "Fuck me standing up," I said. I used a chair back for support, spread my legs wide and stuck out my ass. Wesley entered me slowly until his full eight and a half inches was buried deep inside. I was in heaven as we fucked like college kids. We moved all over the living room, doing all kinds of positions until H couldn't stand anymore from coming so hard. When it was over Wesley left. I called him every day for a week, but he wouldn't answer. Now I'm back on Adult Friend Finder, looking for married me who don't write too well.