I loved every second of fucking the guy who was teaching my husband.
My husband trains for a small baseball team and wants to play professional baseball one day. His coach is a twenty-something year old guy. I never liked the guy; he was too cocky and full of himself, but I guess he had good reason to be that way. He looks good and has a good body. He’s also a great baseball player.

He always brags about it. That was the main reason I didn’t like him: he made me think of the kind of guys I dated before I got married. “Man’s man” was how he talked and behaved, like he was God’s gift to women. Since I couldn’t help but like him, I did everything I could to hide it until yesterday, when my husband got hurt while training. We asked for help, and I stayed behind to get his things. That’s when his coach came up to him.

He was touchy and pushy, and I gave in in the end. We went somewhere private and began furiously kissing each other, our hands all over each other. That’s when I felt his cock against my leg. I could tell it was huge, so I took it out and stroked him. His behind was bigger than any I’ve ever seen! The guy was really hung out to dry. It was really hot and thick, and I got lost as soon as I touched it.
It felt good to have his hand under my skirt and touch me. There was blood in my pussy from being together for so long, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I told him to fuck me. I had my hands on the wall, my skirt was pulled up, and my pants were pulled down. He turned me around. Then he took out his huge cock and slid it into me.

He was so big that I could hardly stand it. It felt like the pleasure and pain were too good to be true. He slammed his cock into me and grabbed my hips. Every time he hit me, I grunted. I believe I’ve never had better sex. It was rough, dirty, and rough, and he was hot. He kept moving faster and faster until he was all over my belly. Then it was my turn, and he masturbated me so hard that I squirted all over the place. I haven’t squirted in years.

If my husband knew, he would kill me. I can’t stop myself. I feel like I’m hooked.
I want to keep doing it but I’m not sure how. I don’t know how long I can go without getting caught. I don’t want to hurt my husband or give up this. That hot, young, stud coach is so much fun to fuck, and it feels great.