This is a true story of my first and best extra-marital affair.
I'm happily married to Kristen. Before we met, I dated an Ethiopian girl named Tsega. Tsega was in the US on a student visa - she was 13 years younger than me, tall, slim, nice shapely ass, flawless skin, small breasts, and absolutely stunning. She turned heads - everywhere.
Sadly, Tsega and I broke up. Although we seemed good together at first, the more time we spent together the more we realised we were just different. I'd managed to take her virginity (she was deeply religious), and we had regular sex for over a year despite never actually living together. Obviously, that all ended when we went our separate ways.
Not long after, I met Kristen, and we got on so well we were married in less than a year. She was very vanilla in bed at first, although lately, if you've read any of my other stories, you'll know that we've uncovered a highly kinky side to her - she loves to be watched.
We were married in May almost 10 years ago. However, something happened about three months before the wedding that I wanted to write about, or confess, I suppose. You see, I was going through my apartment, getting rid of some old things, when I found some of Tsega's old belongings in a box. Nothing unique or expensive really - just things like books, magazines, a few shirts and a necklace - but stuff that she'd left behind during her many visits to my place, and stuff that I'd obviously put away but forgotten about. I didn't feel comfortable throwing them away, so I decided to get in touch with her to see if she wanted them back. We still lived in the same city, although I hadn't seen her around anywhere.
I wasn't sure if I should call her, text her, email her, or just leave the stuff outside her apartment. Eventually, I opted to email her - I didn't want to have to explain text messages to my ex-girlfriend if my fiance were to see them. With hindsight, I should probably have told Kristen what I was planning.
A few days passed, and nothing, but then one day I saw Tsega's name in my inbox. I was surprised to find my heart pounding a bit when I opened it, honestly unprepared for the fact that this girl still had such a pull on me. I'm paraphrasing, but it read something like this:
"Hi, I was surprised to get your email, but yes I would like my things. I'm sad you didn't ask how I was but that's ok. I hope you're well. You can come over and drop them off any evening."
For the first time, I realised how brief and businesslike my email to her had been, but I didn't want to get drawn into anything emotional, but it still resonated with me that I'd upset Tsega, which wasn't something I'd intended. Anyway, I emailed her back, told her I also thought she was well, and suggested we meet around 8pm in the local Target parking lot. I didn't feel comfortable going to her apartment - there was obviously still a lot of emotion between us, and I was a few months from getting married, so I felt a public meet would be best. She agreed, and it was set up for later that week, on a Thursday. Kristen, a nurse, would be at work, but that didn't even cross my mind at the time.
For the next few days, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. I wanted to see Tsega, and I realised I missed her, which made me also realise a public meet was probably for the best. I thought maybe she had missed me as well, so I just wanted to meet her, give her the box of her things, and leave.
My heart was pounding again that Thursday as I drove into the parking lot at Target. It was getting dark - dusk, I suppose it's called - and the parking lot wasn't too busy, but it was raining quite hard. I parked away from the other cars so Tsega could find me. A few minutes later, heart still pounding, I saw her car drive into the lot, slowly, and then speed up once Tsega saw where I was. As she parked alongside me, I looked at her in the driver's seat, and realised again just how beautiful and perfect she was. For a second, I wondered if I was with the right girl, but before Tsega could even get out of the car, I remembered how well Kristen and I got on and how difficult things had been between me and Tsega.
After a moment, Tsega looked at me, gave me a half smile and a wave, and then shrug. She looked up, and I realised she didn't want to get out the car in the rain. She put her window down, and I did the same, and she said "Can I get in?" I was a bit taken aback, but I quickly agreed. She quickly exited her car and got into the front passenger seat of mine.
And, oh my goodness, did she look and smell divine! The scent of her perfume, the shape of her body, everything! I was immediately drawn in, and felt myself getting hard, my heart pounding almost out of my chest. I still wanted this woman! She turned slightly to face me, and smiled.
"So, you got my stuff?" she asked? (She spoke English with a broken accent, which was adorable.)
"Yes, it's just there in the back," I said, and gestured towards the back seat.
"Thank you," she said. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well, how are you?" I said.
"I lost my job but school is ok. I should graduate next year."
"That's great," I said, "I'm proud of you!"
She stared at me sharply. "Are you?" she asked.
I stuttered a bit, but said, "Sure, I always rooted for you."
She smiled, and settled back in the seat, facing forward. There was a heavy silence for a few moments. I had no clue what to say. In fact, I was about to ask her if she wanted me to get the box for her, when I heard her sniff, and saw that she was crying.
"Tsega," I said in as gentle a tone as I could muster. "Are you ok? I hope I haven't upset you."
She looked at me, tears in both eyes, and said, "I miss you, did you miss me?"
I hesitated. Truth was, I'd missed her like crazy. She had no clue I'd moved on, no clue I was engaged, and I didn't want to tell her, not because I wanted to keep it a secret, but because I knew she'd be upset about it.
Finally, I said, "Yes, I have missed you." When I blurted it out, I knew it was the wrong thing to say. My head was saying "Give her the damned box and go home" but every other part of me was saying "Tell her you've missed her, you love her, you don't like her not being around!"
She looked square at me again and said, "Why you no call, text, why you no see me, why you just cut me out? I go on two dates and cannot see them again because all I think about is you. Do you feel the same, no?"
At this point, she burst into tears, sobbing, tears streaming down her face. Instinctively, I reached out and pulled her close, pulling her head onto my shoulder, smelling that intoxicating scent more deeply than before, and wishing I could do something. She sobbed away, then pulled back and looked at me again. She'd stopped crying, but her eyes were all bleary and her face tear-stained.
And then it happened. We stared at each other and then we both moved at the same time. I reached for her, pulled her in, and started kissing her furiously. She sobbed again as I did so but she responded, her tongue seeking out mine, her body relaxing into mine, my hand on the back of her head, pulling her in harder and deeper. I was no longer thinking straight, all I knew was that I wanted this woman.
Before I could make another move, I felt her hand move down to my dick, rubbing it gently through my jeans, making me harder and clearly letting her know the effect she was having on me. We spoke no words - the parking lot was now dark, the rain even heavier, the lights in my car were off, no one was parked nearby.
My hand reached for her blouse and started to unbutton it at the same time she started fumbling with my belt. She managed to get it loose at the same time as my hand moved up her chest, inside her open blouse, and under her bra, feeling again the small breasts I loved, ticking and tweaking her nipples between my fingers. She managed to unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper down, reached inside my boxers and started to stroke my very hard dick. It felt amazing, like nothing bad had happened between us.
She continued to slowly stroke me as I began to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear (something that always drove her wild) and I heard her moan gently. She then pushed me back in my seat, leaned over me, and took me in her mouth. She gave amazing oral - we'd practiced a lot - she'd tease the tip, then slowly and gently take about an inch in her mouth, swirling her tongue around, then slowly work her way up and down, gently massaging it with her mouth. i relaxed, my hand resting gently on her head, then a bit more forcefully pushing my dick in and out her as I started to gently face fuck her the way she liked.
After about ten minutes, I felt my orgasm build, and I pulled her up and said "Not yet."
Now a Honda Civic isn't ideal for what was about to happen, but the back seat obviously afforded more room than the front, so we quickly got out of the car (still pouring rain) and jumped in the back. Clothes came off, underwear, socks, shoes, everything, and once more I was naked with this African goddess who was honestly the sexiest woman I've ever met.
I bent down and licked her clit and started to finger her moist pussy, rain still pounding on the car. She bucked her hips and moaned loudly, holding my head and pushing me deeper into her pussy as I started to tongue fuck her. She was so wet. I returned to her clit and put one, then two, fingers inside her, finger fucking her and pushing hard against her, driving her to orgasm uncontrollably. Her body bucked and writhed in pleasure and she begged for more, pushing me onto the chair in the middle of the car, before straddling me. I remember seeing my hard cock lined up with her pussy, and I remember seeing her reach down, take my cock in her hand, and guide it slowly inside her. She was so wet, and tight, and hot, and she sunk onto me, taking me fully inside, letting out a moan as I penetrated her. She put her arms round my neck and leaned back, moving gently up and down, very slowly at first, and as I responded and started pushing into her, she began to grind against me, swirling round my cock. My hands grabbed her large ass and squeezed, and I felt her pussy tighten its grip on me as she continued to grind and hump me. She continued to moan, getting louder and louder.
It occurred to me that the car must be moving a lot and that anyone looking over would probably guess what was happening, but I honestly didn't care. I was fucking Tsega, she was riding my cock, we were naked together again, and I loved it.
As she rode me, I once more felt my orgasm build, and again told her to stop. I had her get on all fours as best she could on the back seat, and I knelt on it with my left knee, my right foot on the floor for stability, and I entered her from behind. This was her favorite position - it made her cum repeatedly, and it helps that my cock has a slight downwards bend when erect. I began to fuck her, full of lust and desire, making her mine again, as she screamed and orgasmed over and over until I finally felt my orgasm build again. In that moment, I knew I had to pull out, but I honestly wasn't able to, and I felt my release spurt inside her as she screamed and managed to orgasm at the same time. Spurt after spurt was released, and I heard her gasp "I feel you, I feel it!" My chest was heaving, she was moaning, we were covered in sweat, and I collapsed on top of her, still inside her, immediately worrying that she might be pregnant, but loving being naked and intimate with her again.
We stayed like that for probably 5 minutes, catching our breath, and Tsega giggled, saying "You still got it!" I smiled, pulled out of her, and collapsed into the seat with her beside me, naked. I reached for her leg, stroked her thigh, and just enjoyed the look and feel of her nakedness again.
Headlights from a distant car jolted me back to reality, and I realised that sitting naked in the parking lot probably wasn't the wiset idea. We didn't say much, just relaxed as we were, but we started getting dressed again. As we got out of the car, it was still raining, but it had eased up a bit. I walked round and got her box out the front passenger seat (we'd thrown it out the way when we got in the back.
She said, "I want to see you again, we need to talk properly".
I agreed, and told her we could meet tomorrow for lunch if she wanted. I remember thinking at the time - "What the fuck are you doing?", but I couldn't resist this woman. I wanted more, and I was already getting hard again thinking about it.
Standing in the rain, desperately in need of a shower, we embraced and kissed, before she took her box, got in the car, and drove away, smiling and waving. I got in my own car, looked at the time - it was just after 9:15pm - and slowly drove home. Once home, I collapsed on the sofa, still a bit shaky, and felt a whole mix of emotions - guilt, pleasure, satisfaction, shame. I still wanted to marry Kristen, but I still wanted Tsega as well. I got on better with Kristen - things were so easy between us - but the physical attraction with Tsega was irresistible. I had no clue what to do.
I switched on the TV, intending to go and get in the shower, but couldn't settle, and kept switching between stations, completely losing track of time. I then heard a key in the door, looked at the time - 11:30pm - and realised Kristen was home from work.
"Crap!" I thought - I hadn't showered. I still smelled of sex and probably Tsega's perfume! I was immediately up off that sofa and into the bathroom, running a tap, brushing my teeth and spraying deodorant one to try to mask the smell.
"I'm home, honey!" came Kristen's voice, "And I really need to use the bathroom!"
"Crap!" I thought again. I quickly finished up and opened the door. Kristen shut it and I wandered into the living room. I heard the toilet flush, then the shower was turned on. She always took a shower after work, but it was me who desperately needed one. My dick was still covered in Tsega's pussy!
I sat on the sofa and waited for Kristen to finish, but when she came out, she was wearing nothing but a towel. She wandered into the living room, and before I could even ask her about her day, she simply let it drop to the floor, revealing her amazing figure.
"Come here," she said.
I hesitated, and started to mumble something about being tired and needing a shower to waken up, but Kristen was having none of it.
"Come here!" she insisted.
When I didn't move, she just walked towards me and said, "Fine, right here then." Before I could stop her, she was unfastening my belt and jeans, the same ones Tsega had unfastened just a few hours before. I protested - "At least let me take a shower!" But she insisted - "Not necessary, I just want a fuck!"
Unable to resist any naked woman, I was hard, and felt Kristen take my dick in her hand - the dick unwashed since being inside another woman - and slowly position it at the entrance to her pussy, the very same way Tsega had done, and just like that, I was inside my wife, having just fucked another woman.
"Two women in one day" was all that I could think of, and soon I got into it, with Kristen moving back and forth on my cock, leaning in towards me, breasts bouncing, my hands on her ass, starting to move with her and thrust deeper. She leaned in towards my head, lowering her face to mine, saying, "What's that smell, did you get new soap? I like it!" and I realised she was smelling a combination of my deodorant and Tsega's perfume, which I could still smell.
As she rode me hard, I felt my orgasm building quickly. I pushed my thumb down towards her clit, letting her motion push against it, and almost too quickly I released inside her, not nearly as much cum as I'd left in Tsega, but still quite a lot. She felt me cum and relaxed a bit, having had a few orgasms herself, then rested herself against me in an embrace, slowly moving her hips and enjoying the feel of us together.
I was able to take that shower not long after that, and yes, I did marry Kristen, and yes, I did continue to see and fuck Tsega until she moved home, but hey - two women in three hours is a record for me, and what a fucking experience it was.