I still can't fathom why am writing this here but am quite sure if its not for the thrill then it'd certainly be for my conscience that is pricking me.
Last year february when i started work as a reading specialist in a private school,i had no idea someone's wife's cunt would be subjected to serial bonking by my 'ever-wandering' todger.
She was a woman of irresistible anatomical apeal:her supple rear-end cum papaya-shaped ample bosom and those come-hither eyes of hers got the better of me and i soon threw all caution to the wind.
Every morning, the fair and winsome mother of two would cosy up to my desk,in her customary and invariably tight-fitting and almost see-through silk maxi skirt and engage me endlessly in civilities and chit-chats.And as she saunter out the door of my classroom,it was always impossible for me to take my eyes off the tracery of her panties as her rear-end wiggled from left to right ferrociously,like a lioness in a confined space fighting for her freedom...
Hmmmm...women!
T.B.

Then shit hits the fan when she started inviting me to lunch.No matter how much i declined she was always unyielding and i always sucumb.All my red-pill ot would not withstand her seductive gestures...soon eating lunch together with her became a never-ending routine.

She soon started calling my line at ungodly hours,asking how i was faring and what i would like her to bring for lunch the following day at school.

I initially wanted to play along but i eventually threw all caution to the wind,damning all consequences...
Everyday she wanted me to accompany her half-way home after school hours...she started calling her daughter my daughter...soon,i couldn't help anticipating her arrival at work everyday...

It was a dangerously intriguing adventure-no one needed to tell me...

One friday morning,while i was hurriedly getting ready for work,i stopped short when i heared a knock on my door...

"yes?who is that?" I querried.

"perpetual latecomer...you are still at home?"
A familiarly sensous voice replied me.

"H.m!" I gasped."Hope nothing serious...first time you are paying me a visit..what's up?"

The scent of her eau de cologne preceeded her into her my bedsitter.She was smilling sheepishly as she came into personal space.The lure of her hooters as it protruded in her hijab-draped bosom made me forgot what day of the week it was....i swallowed hard when her supple rear-end wiggled widely as she paced up and down the room,commenting on anything she set her eyes on.

"H.M," I managed to break the silence."you still have not told me why you are here."

"Why?"she feigned innocence."We are going together now so you have no excuse coming late today.
"Really?you don't mean it.you'd better be going.you know am always late.so you want to change the status quo abi?"
...

"ofcourse...what do you think before?"

And when she grabbed my forearm,i knew she had prepared for 'anything'.

like lightening,I turned her round to face me and hugged her close to my self.Before she could gain composure,i had my tongue on her tits already...

"Wait!" she uttered amidst subdued moans..

"The door..."

"yeah,certainly." i replied as i made towards the door.I could hear her heart beating fast as i squeezed her supple rear-end.

Like flash,i had carried her to the bed while she hitched her flimsy gown to her waist.After a little probing with two fingers,i slided into her already wet baby-maker while she clung unto me like dear life.

They way i felt during the nearly 20 minutes rumpy-pumpy was akin to journey to paradise back and forth.

Hell,married women are the sweetest in this life and the next.

I've been trying to avoid a reoccurence thereafter but then i couldnt.The salacious memories of that friday morning makes me yearn for more,despite the burden of a guilty co

Lesson for all men:
House wives are not really hell-bent on cheating on their hubbies if there is no need that is unmet in the marriage.Ignore these needs as a husband and the woman will always find a way to meet them-either wittingly or unwittingly.
Peace!