u/Outside_Purchase8548

Hey guys, Been reading confessions here for a while now, finally got the courage to share mine. This happened about a year back and I still get hard thinking about it.

So I'm 37, living with my wife. We've been married three years now. I'm 6 feet, hit the gym regularly so I've got decent muscles but yeah, little soft around the belly too, not gonna lie. My wife is 5 feet, cute, fair, figure around 32-36-34. Good looking woman, no doubt.

But here's the thing - our sex life? Dead. Like completely dead. She was never really into it and now it's maybe once a month if I'm lucky. And me? I'm horny as fuck all the time. I jerk off twice daily - before sleep, after waking up, sometimes in the shower watching porn on my phone. But man, I needed real sex. Real passion. Someone who wants it as bad as I do.

We live in this apartment building - rented place, first floor. Owner's family stays in the penthouse on 5th floor. Big terrace, private garden. I used to see them sometimes - the owners daughter and her husband, Mr & Mrs. S. They started coming to the gym nearby.

First few times we just smiled. Then hi-hello. The Owner's son-in-law Mr. S is from my home state so we could talk in our language. Slowly we started chatting more.

Then I noticed Mr. S stopped coming. Only Mrs. S. One day she asked if she could workout with me. I said sure, why not. Started teaching her forms, spotting her, you know how it is.

Now Mrs. S - she's around 5'6", taller than my wife which I always found hot. Figure I'd say 34-33-36. Fit but curvy in the right places. I hadn't really noticed her like that before, not in a serious way. But then...

We were doing some chest press thing and my hand accidentally brushed her boobs. Completely accidental, I swear. But damn. She didn't react badly, just kinda smiled and said it's okay. But me? I couldn't stop thinking about it. Started noticing her properly after that. The way her sports bra held those melons. The way her ass looked in those yoga pants.

Few days later we're doing squats and she says her hamstrings are hurting. I told her to stretch, use the massage gun. She asked me to show her how. She was wearing these grey yoga pants, tight as fuck, her ass looked amazing. I was showing her the hamstring area, and with her permission, I touched her thighs. Soft but firm. God I wanted to grab that ass so bad. But I controlled myself.

Then one day - knock on the door. My wife was at work, I was working from home, a bit free as i finished my work. It was Mrs. S. She said she needed help moving some heavy pots in her garden. Mr. S was at work, she was working from home too.

I went up to the 5th floor. First time entering that private terrace garden. Beautiful place. She was wearing a tank top and shorts. We were moving this big pot, she bent over to help and fuck me - I saw straight down her top. No bra. Those tits were perfect. Bigger than my wife's, firmer. Brown nipples, hard from the work or maybe something else. She caught me looking. Got up, adjusted herself. I pretended like nothing happened.

After we finished, she asked me to wash up and said she'll make coffee. I went to the bathroom and there they were - her panties hanging to dry. Pink lace. I couldn't help myself. I took a sniff. God, the smell. I got instantly hard. Imagined her without panties under those shorts. When I saw her earlier, pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Maybe no panties either?

I was rock hard, not wearing underwear, just shorts. Tried to calm down but couldn't fully. Went out semi-erect, hoped she wouldn't notice. She made coffee, we sat in those lounge chairs on the balcony.

I don't know why I said it, but I told her it's such a nice place, would be perfect to sleep here if there was a bed. She smiled and said she loves sleeping there sometimes in summer, but her husband doesn't like it. I said I wish I could do that too. Some tension in the air. Then I left and came home and jerked off like crazy thinking about her.

Fast forward - My wife gets a call from her parents. Emergency, she had to leave immediately. Same day I see Mrs. S in gym, we workout together. She tells me Mr. S is traveling for work. Just her alone in that big penthouse.

We talk about ordering food, watching a movie. I shower, go up to her place. She opens the door in a white tank top and grey shorts. No bra - I could see her nipples poking through. And I'm pretty sure no panties either. The outline, you know?

We order food, put on some movie. Then it starts raining. Heavy rain. We step into the terrace to enjoy it. Then power cut. AC off, getting hot inside. We decide to stay on the terrace.

She says wait, gets a cotton mattress, lays it right there on the terrace floor. We sit, talk. The rain is pouring, we're under this partial cover but not getting wet. A slight drizzle when its breezing which was okay. She brings drinks. We start talking about life, marriage, kids - neither of us have any. We're both in our late 30s, early 40s.

Then the topic shifts to sex. I tell her the truth - I love my wife but there's no passion left. She tells me same about her husband. I mention wanting to explore, experiment in bed and that my wife does not feel that way. She agrees. Says she feels trapped too. The drinks we had made us confess to each other.

Her eyes got wet. She looked away, trying to hide it. I reached out and held her hand. "Hey," I said softly. She didn't look at me. A tear rolled down her cheek.

I shifted closer, put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into me sideways. She didn't resist. She turned and buried her face into my chest, right under my chin. I could feel her warm breath on my skin, her body shaking slightly. I held her tighter.

I lifted her chin with my finger. Her eyes were glassy, tears streaming. "Don't cry," I whispered. I wiped her tears with my thumb, my hand cupping her face. She looked up at me, our faces inches apart. I could feel her breath on my lips. The air went still.

Then she moved. Slow, deliberate. She pressed her lips against mine. Just a peck. Soft. Testing if either of us will pull back. Then she pulled back slightly, looked into my eyes, and something changed. Something wild woke up in her.

She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me again - but this time it was hungry, desperate, like an animal possessed. Her tongue forced into my mouth, her nails digging into my scalp. I groaned and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me, grinding down on my already hard cock through our clothes, her hands tearing at my shirt.

"Fuck," she breathed against my mouth. "I need this. I need you."

I ripped her tank top off over her head. Those tits - even better than I imagined. Firm, big, perfect. The skin between them was wet with sweat from the humidity. I licked it. Tasted her. Held those melons, kissed them, sucked her nipples, bit them. She was moaning loud as fuck. Anyone could hear us from nearby buildings if not for the rain.

Then she pushed me back, pulled off my shorts. My cock sprang out - hard as stone. She took it in her mouth. My wife never does this. Never. But this woman? She went to town on it. Sucking, licking, deep throating and gagging on it. I was in heaven. My fantasy - wild animal sex with a woman who craves it as much as me, on an open terrace, not caring who sees.

She sucked me till I was close. I told her, she stopped. Climbed up, sat on my face. "Lick me," she said. "Lick what my husband doesn't want."

Her pussy was dripping. Soaked. I ate her like crazy. She was grinding on my face, moaning, grabbing my hair. She was wilder than I imagined. Pent up for years probably, just like me. I made her cum twice just with my tongue. I was holding her ass and making her move from top to bottom licking her from her clit till her asshole. I was making her entire mid section wet with my saliva. She liked what I did.

Then she came down, positioned herself over my cock. I asked about condoms. She said no. "I want it raw," she said. "I don't care if I get pregnant. I want a baby. My husband can't give me one. Put it in."

Holy shit. My wife and I had been trying but she never seemed serious about it. Here was this woman begging for my cum, my baby. I didn't think twice. I thrust up into her wet pussy. So tight. So warm.

She started riding me. Hard. Those tits bouncing in my face. We were both moaning, screaming. The rain was pouring and we were slightly getting wet due to the heavy winds, cold water mixing with our hot sweat. Our bodies sliding against each other. She was saying dirty things out loud calling out my name - "Fuck me, breed me, give me your baby."

I flipped her over. Took her from behind. Buried my face in her ass. Licking her asshole and teasing her with my fingers. I always wanted to fuck my wife in the ass and just as i thought, she asked me to put it in her ass. I did. My fantasy, to fuck an ass, my wife does not even let me ride her in doggy style. This women is asking me to put it in her ass. I thanked my fate for a second. That ass, tight as fuck. She screamed - pain and pleasure mixed. I fucked her ass good. Held those curvy soft love handles. I cried out loud that I am about to cum. She stopped and turned around, said she wanted to see my eyes when I cum inside her.

Missionary position. Looking into each other's eyes while I thrust deep. Those tits bouncing with every push. It felt sacred, like some ancient ritual of breeding. We both knew what we were doing. Making a baby. My baby in her womb.

I felt it building. She was scratching my back, digging her nails into my back moving onto my ass grabbing them with her nails, moaning "Cum in me, please cum in me." She wanted me deep inside her. Did not let me go. I exploded. Pumped load after load deep inside her. She came too, hard, her pussy squeezing my cock, milking every drop. The pent up frustration we both had, felt relived.

I collapsed on top of her boobs. I can smell her sweat. My cock still twitching, softening on her thigh. Our mixed juices flowing out of her onto the mattress. We fell asleep like that - naked, exposed, my cum inside her, rain still falling on us when it breezes. We held each other in that cold night, our warm exhausted bodies and hands wrapping each other.

Woke up in morning light. Realized anyone could see us from other buildings. Panicked, grabbed our clothes, ran inside. Showered together. Fucked again in the shower - quick but intense. Like we couldn't get enough of each other.

We didn't speak or do it again for weeks. Felt too risky. We did see each other in the gym or when we pass by. Never spoke about that night. But three months later she texts me. She's pregnant. Her husband thinks it's his - they had sex once when he returned, just to cover. But we both know. It's mine.

Four months after that, we had to move. New job, new city. She texted me last month. It's a girl. My daughter. Born from that wild rainy night on the terrace.

I think about them every day. My baby girl growing up calling another man father. But deep down, I know. That night changed everything.

Sometimes I jerk off remembering it. Best sex of my life.