The strangest things seem to happen to me

Like the other day I was surfing the internet when I
came across this sex blog called Sexoteric.com. I’ve
never actually looked at a blog before. Normal old
fashioned websites were what I was into. But I just
happened to see this link for Sexoteric.com on one of
my favorite sex story websites and two hours and one
orgasm later I realized that I had been missing out on
something new and fun.

I like to hit sexually explicit websites and being a
fully mature adult I see no conflict in doing so
regularly. The only thing is that I keep it to myself,
I don’t think my wife would approve, she just barely
uses email, and I’m sure she would think I was crazy if
she knew the amount of my free time that I spent
looking at porn at each week.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I started checking
out sex blogs in general and was amazed at the variety
and the scope of the articles, pictures and strange
stuff. Blogging had become my new hobby, even if it was
a solitary thing that I had it enjoy by myself.

I continued to cruise the blogs all week, until last
night when my wife decided to have a little get-
together with some of our neighbors and a few friends
from work.

About half way through the evening I went into the den
and turned on the computer and clicked on
Sexoteric.com. I guess I was a little board and I
wanted to see what new article had been posted. The
original idea was to take a quick look and then come
back to the party.

There was this article about “Love and the Ambisexual,
Heteroflexible Teen”, about how teenagers, girls in
particular, have increasing numbers of same-sex
encounters, and how the sexual orientation categories
are blurring.

I was absorbed in the article when Cynthia, our
attractive and divorced next door neighbor came over
and sat beside me. I have to tell you here, that I have
been trying to get into Cynthia’s pants for as long as
I’ve known her. Yes I know I’m married, but you’d have
to see this woman to know what I’m talking about.

Anyway she asked what I was reading and why I wasn’t
out in the other room having fun. I took a moment to
gather my courage and then showed her the article I was
reading. She sat there only inches away from me, the
heat from her firm athletic body radiating and her
perfume wafting as she read.

I don’t know what I expected, I mean I knew that she
knew that I’d been horn-dogging her over the past few
months, but I’ll admit that I hadn’t expected what
happened next.

Without warning, and while she was still looking at the
computer screen, her hand came to rest on my thigh. I
looked at her and then down at her hand on my leg, but
she didn’t look away from the screen or even
acknowledge that she was touching me. Then to my utter
amazement her hand slowly moved up to the snap of my
jeans and she tugged them open.

It was no secret to her that I’d been flirting with her
at the party, but I really didn’t expect to get lucky
and I’d never expected anything like this to happen. It
was always me who made the aggressive moves, but here
was this lovely creature opening the fly to my pants
and we were only feet away from all the partygoers.

I realized that we were probably headed for disaster
but I was caught between fear, lust and excitement, so
I just sat there as my sweet, beautiful Cynthia fished
my hardening prick out of my pants and began to massage
it, all the while clicking through the sex blog.

I tried to pretend that we were just looking at the
pages on the computer screen and I really do think that
Cynthia was reading stuff off the site, but I was far
beyond reading at that stage, I was breathing like a
puff adder as she kept jacking me off, never even
looking over at me. It was amazing.

It was about then that Cynthia click on a series of
nude pictures that the blog master had placed on the
site. I’d masturbated to them to completion the day
before and here I was getting a second look with my
neighbor’s hand wrapped around my cock, pumping away.

My blood pressure was going through the roof, and I
knew that this strange encounter was bringing me to the
point of no return and that it was only moments away.
Then I groaned as my body jerked several times and I
spurt, first one big long jet, all the way up onto the
key board, then several smaller ones that were quickly
smeared all over my throbbing shaft as Cynthia
continued to pull on my meat.

Then as my brain slowly cleared from my lustful
orgasmic haze – I noticed that my pretty neighbor as
looking down at my lap. I looked down at it too and saw
the mess I’d created, or rather that “she” had created.

My cum was everywhere, it was smeared all over my dick,
the front of my jeans and all over her fingers and over
the back of her hand. I looked up and our eyes met.
Cynthia didn’t say anything, she just let go of me and
brought her index finger to her mouth and stuck it
between her lips and sucked my goo off, moving her
tongue in little circles.

Before I could utter a word, Cynthia smiled at me and
said, “Wow! That was fun.” Then she stood up, and
taking her “messy” hand she wiped it several times on
my shirt and walked out of the room back to the party.

I sat there for a full minute, kind of in a daze,
(until I heard my wife calling for me.) then realizing
my vulnerable situation I jumped up, zipping up my fly
and ran to the closest bathroom to clean myself up. I
was hopeful that I was going to get through this
experience without having to pay the consequences. I
figured that Cynthia wouldn’t go spreading around our
little Sexoteric and Kleenex session.

But, what I had completely forgotten was the fact that
I’d cum all over the key board of our computer and of
course my wife had come into the room to see what I was
doing. And of course she knew that Cynthia had just
been sitting beside me at the computer and of course
she can tell cum when she sees it.