Neighborhood jogging

I've been married for over five years and my family recently moved across the country to a new city. Since I've been here things have been so different from home and I grew more and more upset with things. I ended up blaming my husband snd getting so frustrated with things it made me begin to have doubts and feel like I'm missing out, it's honestly hard to even describe it. I started going jogging in the mornings to work out my frustration. My husband is very religious and much more conservative than I am so he never approved of me dressing up or wearing anything tight or like revealing. When I started jogging I bought different outfits and would get excited at how some of the spandex and tights felt snd looked. I slowly started buying more outfits from online and it got to the point where I would wait until nobody was at home before wearing some of the smaller outfits out to exercise in. It made me feel dirty and confused when I first started having random men comment about it, I wasn't used to hearing cat calls or getting attention like that even if it was mostly crude and perverted. I started jogging more and going further and to different neighborhoods. I started seeing some of the same men and eventually I started talking back to some of them. I had never cheated or even considered it but I'd also never had men talk dirty to me or just openly comment like that. I had an older neighbor named Jason who would sometimes stop me and flirt snd say inappropriate things. It offended me and shocked me at first, but I got so frustrated I started feeling different about it. He would often tell me I should stop by one day and talked about giving me a drink or getting me high but I didn't ever really consider it. It was a Friday morning and I had worn a really small pair of shorts to go jogging and he stopped me and was asking again and for some reason I stopped and was talking to him. It's hard to even describe it or make it sound right, I hadn't planned on it but I remember him taking my hand and walking inside his house. It felt so dirty and like everyone saw me going in there and knew even thought it was quiet. He took me into his garage and handed me a little pipe and told me when to inhale and it hit me immediately. I felt so full of energy and my heart was racing and all the guilt and doubt just vanished. He started talking so dirty in my ear encouraging me to smoke more and starting to rub and touch the shorts I had on. I felt so nervous and out of control but I was moving my hips to meet his hand and just didn't care. It was almost like I was watching some other woman doing it. He pushed me down and was taking his cock out. It was the first dick other than m husbands I'd seen in years and I felt so slutty but I started to suck it right there in his garage. I'd always had men compliment me and like flatter me but he started talking dirty and even insulting me. He grabbed my hair and was pumping it into my mouth being so so rough. I remember him telling me to lick his balls and he was pulling my t shirt off then immediately touching my breasts through my sports bra. He was telling me he had jerked off thinking about me and knew I was a little whore the way I wore my running outfits. That I could stop pretending and we could be friends, that he understood and knew what I needed. He was peeling my sports bra off telling me it was ok and to just relax. He was squeezing my small breasts and it felt so wrong but it was so rough compared to what I was used to. He stood me up and handed me that pipe and the lighter. When I started smoking it he was tugging my shorts and panties down together right there in his garage. I felt so exposed but I was so high and he started touching me, rubbing my clit then fingering me. He started kissing my neck and was whispering such nasty things to me, telling me how wet I was getting. He took the pipe and turned me around and just pushed me forward telling me to put my hands on the workbench in his garage. I was naked except for my socks snd running shoes and this strange older man was getting behind me. I felt him rubbing his cock up against me from behind and it was so so so different from my husband and what I was used to. I felt like such a dirty awful cheating wife at first but he was pushing the head in and telling me to just shut up, that I knew what I was and what I came there for. He was pushing his throbbing dick inside me from behind telling me I was such a skinny little tease. I remember holding onto that bench and feeling him penetrate me and slide it in until his balls were hitting me. I felt so confused and reckless but I heard myself grunt when he had it all the way in. He grabbed my hips and started to move and I felt so naive and wrong when it really clicked he was fucking me, that I was cheating on the man I married and the father of my child with some nasty older man who got me high. My husband was always so romantic and respectful and gentle with me, treating me like I was some special delicate princess. This was so different. He was moving his hips and pumping in me, my husband never could last long doing it like that but he just started like that and wouldn't let up. I was so shocked, he was years older than anyone I'd been with but was just moving and talking so so dirty to me. It's so personal, I'm usually quiet and reserved in bed but I'd never experienced anything so flthy before. It's like he knew and was grinding it into me from behind telling me to cum, I didn't always orgasm with my husband but I was cumming and pushing back on that man's dick. He was telling me he wanted my cell number after and we could do this more, that he didn't want to change my situation but that he wanted to keep partying with me. It's so personal and shocking but he pulled out and turned me to face him. He leaned in and I felt so completely slutty kissing him and putting my tongue in his mouth. He laid me on my back on the dirty floor of his garage and got on top of me, between my legs. He was kissing me and fully fucking me on that dirty hard floor, calling me names between kissing me. He put his hand on my neck and made me tell him I'd come back before he had an orgasm. He cursed and I'll never forget him holding it inside and just filling me with cum.

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