Some time ago, when I used to be married I realized that the thing I loved most about being married was cheating. Specially because sex at home had turned boring and predictable, and the adventures you encounter as a hotwife are so much fun!

I had met a really hot guy when running with my dogs, we hit it off really fast and became lovers. I would go for a run, meet at the park and go to his place which was right next to the park, and while our dogs were having a play date we were also having one of our own.

So basically Osman and I had only seen each other in workout clothes and covered in sweat and dog hair. So the day husband was away for a congress or whatever Osman and I went on a date. This was supposed to be a sex only relationship since he knew I was married, so he arranged a nice hotel nearby so we could bang all night as a date.

It was the first time we were going to see each other dressed up! So I picked a really nice set of lingerie specially for the date, a set of blue lace that paired nicely with a blue dress I wore. I was so nervous and excited at the same time, it was supposed to be a sex only relationship, but I turned into a teenager whenever I knew I was about to see him. My stomach was butterflies.

When I got to the hotel I couldn’t avoid thinking how much of a whore I was looking to get railed by this amazingly hot man, while my fat erectile disfuncional husband (not really, but once a week should be seriously considered as ED) was away thinking I was just going for drinks with some friends. Whenever my husband banged me I got so turned on just thinking how much bigger my lovers c**k was, the pathetic excuse of a husband I had made cheating such a turn on for me.

Shortly after knocking on Osmand door he answered, he was looking so handsome in a shirt and nice pants, and he smelled sooooo good too. I was instantly wet. He said hi and gave me the flirtiest smile ever, he has a cocky air to him that makes him so attractive and he was on fire that night. I tried to contain myself and not rip his clothes off him, as much as I wanted them off I wanted to enjoy seeing him dressed up like that. So I tried to make some small talk that quickly turned into something like ‘you look hot dressed up, but you look way better naked’ we got our hands on each other and started kissing while taking off the first layer. Osman turned to be one of those few men who really appreciates lingerie, I realized he was more happy to find I had nice lingerie on than he cared to admit, and I was so happy to find that about him.

We fucked for 4 hours straight, non stop, both of us could cum and keep fucking, so we did.