I feel so guilty, but the sex was amazing!

My husband Len and I hadn't had sex for over a year. We're both in our early thirties and my libido if anything has risen to new heights. Because we hadn't had sex together, I was always using one of my dildos to satisfy my increasing sexual needs and I was using one when Len caught me. In an off the cuff statement he actually asked me why I didn't go and get the real thing, if as he said "fucking is all you think about".
He said it in such a way, I really got the impression he wouldn't give a shit if I did. A couple of weeks later as we were having the final part of building work done, I was left alone to clean up with a younger member of their work crew, as the rest went off to start on another project. I'd noticed the young guy checking me out earlier in the day and with Lens words still on my mind, I cheekily asked him if he'd ever had sex with an older woman. I've slept with six different men in my life, Len being the fifth. The sixth Jamie my young builder lover, is by far the best and dirtiest of them all. We had sex like I've never had before and he taught me, his elder by thirteen years, many many different ways to orgasm. Things Len wouldn't dream of doing or sexual positions I didn't know existed. By the time his buddies came to pick him up at the end of the afternoon he'd made me cum at least half a dozen times. He also left me not only completely sexually satisfied, but also with asshole full of his hot and sticky cum. All Len said when he got home was "I see they didn't clean up too good" I didn't tell him that I'd not given the young guy the chance to, as I was too busy fucking him. Over the next five months when Len was at work and he was in the area, my amazing lover Jamie would call by and we'd find new ways of pleasuring each other, for as long as our time allowed. Then Len came home early one afternoon and nearly caught us. I'd been sat on Jamie's cock taking him anally as he was using a small vibrator on my clit, when I heard the front door opening. Pretending to be masturbating again when Len walked into our bedroom, he sat on the end of the bed and said he had something to tell me. Getting dressed I follwed Len downstairs and hoped he hadn't seen my lovers boxer shorts caught on the wimdow sill. Over a period of two hours len went on to explain why he'd been the way he was and in floods of tears I was made to feel completely and totally guilty. Len had been suffering from acute depression and hadn't wanted to burden me with it. That's why his sexual prowess had deminished. He went on to say he'd been getting treatment and was coming out the other side. The really galling thing though, was as he stood up to walk into the kitchen, Len turned to me and said and I cannot forget it "Your young lover can forget about coming around now, and make sure he gets his underwear back". He'd known all along and not said a thing. It's been a long long process for us to build our marriage back, and our sex life is slowly getting better. Having said that, I cannot help but miss the dirty and sordid sex I had with my young lover and still wish I was feeling his much larger cock fucking all my holes.

By Anonymous

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