Robert Sampson - Guide to Oral Adultery

“Norman checked his finances and discovered that we couldn't afford another child right away so I started to buy birth control pills. Now I could really enjoy sex without having to worry about becoming pregnant. While my husband continued to have sex with me he never tried anything different…you know… orally or anally. When I tried to force the issue and lick his penis one night he seemed shocked. 'You shouldn't do that, Slone,' he told me. 'Only whores do that.'

“I was even more shocked than he was by his attitude. I always had the idea that men liked all kinds of sex but Norman only wanted to do it one way. It was true that he was virile but he was also very dull.

“I never did try to attempt anything different after that in bed. It had taken me six years to work up to a point where I thought he would accept such an overture. Norman had never tried oral sex on me, I had always figured, because he was just too considerate of my feelings. Now I realized that he thought fellatio and cunnilingus to be perversions that only prostitutes engaged in. I was sure that those bachelor trips to the bordello had something to do with this belief. He probably had had these women perform oral acts upon him and then he felt guilty about it afterwards. There were some parts of my husband's life that were a closed book.

“The older I got the more sensual I became. As a girl I had very little interest in sex and now I wanted more and more of it. When I looked at my three children growing up I felt that life was passing me by. Sex was just a device in which to bring children into the world for me. I now envied those girls who traveled with those beach bums. Some of them had married and divorced and others were living with lovers. Had I been right in marrying a good, hard-working square like Norman who limited sex to straight fornication alone?

“My husband seemed more concerned about his job, the house, the children than in me. In his thirties he was already acting like an old man. He worried about everything and was uncomfortable at parties. When he told me that it would be a good idea to rent one of the rooms to make some extra money I went along with him not knowing what I was going to let myself in for.

“Norman told me that he wasn't going to bring a complete stranger into the house. He said that Harry, a social worker we both knew, needed a room. He was single, twenty-three, and very good-looking. My husband was so sure of me that he saw nothing wrong with bringing such an attractive young man into our home to live with us. It wasn't long before he discovered how little he really knew me. I wasn't the mousy house-frau of his dreams.

“Harry was easy to get along with. The children liked him and he often took them out for walks. He was also good company for my husband because they could talk over their cases. And, last but far from least, he was good company for yours truly.

“While the new roomer was popular with girls he was a bit lazy and rather spoiled. He didn't like to exert himself and chase these girls… he wanted them to come to him. The phone always rang with girls calling up and I used to listen to Harry make up excuses why he couldn't see this one and that one. If he wanted to Harry could have a different bed companion every night.

“Harry wasn't very interested in his work in social services. He only took the job because he liked the starting salary. But social work was very hard and had a big turnover in employees. I was certain that Harry wouldn't last on the job especially after he started taking too many 'sick' days off. As a single man disinterested in his job Harry could afford the risk of being fired.

“I began to see more of Harry than I did my husband. On his days off he would chat with me in the kitchen and go to the stores with me and the children. I began to look upon him as my second husband. It wasn't long before this relationship went sexual.

“It began when my oldest children were at school and the baby of the family was sleeping upstairs. Harry was on one of his 'sick' days and lazily watching television. I brought in a couple of cups of coffee and watched some silly quiz game with him. 'I would think a good-looking young guy like you would have something better to do with his time,' I chided mildly.

“He gave me a mock leer. 'What do you suggest, pretty one?'

“I blushed. Although the proposition had been done in jest it still excited me. Harry saw me react so warmly to his invitation for love and sat next to me on the couch. As I said, he was lazy but still very virile. He didn't like to chase women but if one was right there in his hands he got interested. I was there and he was most interested. 'You're a very attractive woman, Slone,' he said seriously and held my hand.

“I looked straight into his eyes and he saw my desire for him. I was never one for wearing masks. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I responded by embracing him tightly. Harry placed my back against the couch and put his body on top of mine in the fornicating position. He 'dry humped' me, as men liked to put it, by pumping up and down without entering my body. 'Let's take off our clothes,' he whispered.

“'Let's not, Harry,' I said. 'You're a sweet boy and I don't want to ruin a beautiful friendship.'

“'Come on, Slone,' he urged. 'What's a little fucking between friends? We won't ruin a thing.'

“He quickly opened his pants and exposed his penis. When he tried to pull down my panties I rolled over on my side sending him off on the floor where he sat with his erect dick bared and wanting. When I gazed at his vital member my face burned hotly. For years I had wondered what it was like to perform the act of fellatio. While my husband objected to it I was sure that Harry had other ideas.

“The young man stood up holding his pants with his dick showing through the unzipped part. He was about to cover himself entirely when I reached out and took his cock with my hand. Harry's expression changed from frustration to excitement in a split second. I pulled him towards me with his penis and sat up on the couch so that his sex organ was at eye level. He stood there waiting. I paused for a moment fearing that, like my husband, he might pull away and call me a degenerate. I couldn't take another slight like that. But, nothing ventured; nothing gained. I opened my mouth and took his aroused sex organ.

“Harry didn't move and stood there as I pushed my face all the way to his pubic area. I couldn't see what was degenerate about fellatio. It was really very pleasant. I pulled my mouth off his dick and examined the shiny wetness I had left on it. Once again I mouthed him and this time I started to suck.

“'Slone… Slone,' Harry sighed as I performed the act of fellatio.

“I was satisfying him orally. For the first time in my life I was having a different kind of sex. I slipped my hands around to the young man's taut buttocks and squeezed as I bobbed my head up and down on his meat. Then his sperm shot into my mouth. I gagged for a second and then started to drink in his manhood. My whole being tingled with erotic joy. There was nothing wrong with oralism at all. I couldn't see what my husband had against it.

“'Wow!' Harry gasped after I had finished. 'You sure run hot and cold. One minute you're kicking me off your body and next you're going down on me.'

“'I am a woman of mystery,' I told him. 'You would be surprised what kind of feelings I have.'

“My child began to cry upstairs reminding me that I was a wife and mother and I had just committed adultery. It had been an act of oral adultery but it was adultery just the same. Guilt took the place of passion and I hurried upstairs leaving Harry exposed and still aroused.

“When my husband came back that day for dinner I was afraid that my face might reveal my brief fling. Harry had no such fears and talked as if nothing had happened. That night I reached over and embraced Norman hoping that he would make love but all he did was mumble and fall asleep in my arms.