I could feel my hips moving in my bed, grinding my ass into the mattress trying to recapture the sensations of being fucked for the first time at such...a tender age. I reached down and rubbed my still tender hole, caressing the spot that until today had hidden its possibilities. My tiny dick got hard as I slowly fingered my boypussy and I drifted off to sleep.I waited until I heard my dad leave for work before I got up. I pulled my gym shorts on and went downstairs and had a quick bowl of cereal. She slid down his body and with each centimetre along her path she felt his tension rise. On her knees before him she let her eyes roam, took him in, in all his glory. Then she met his eyes, need an almost touchable presence in them. And still he did not press her, did not urge her on. Eyes half-lidded by pleasure he only raised his hand to stroke a gentle finger along her jaw. There was no demand in the touch and still it broke the chain on her restraint. She could not ignore his gloriously. . ."**************During dinner, we talked about what we did the last couple of months. She told me her husband thought she was out of town working and that she was all mine for the night.To my surprise, she also told me I was the first guy she'd ever met while away from home that she'd actually given her cell number to. I found that hard to believe, but I didn't question her. When dinner was over, we returned to my room.We had some wine and chatted some more.As much as I wanted to just fuck. I was startled and when I asked why she said she’d just realized that she had cuckolded her boyfriend and enjoyed doing it. She loved him and the fact she enjoyed it made it worse. I pulled her to me. We French-kissed deep and wet. Slowly her sobbing stopped and she turned around and mounted my hard dick. As I settled in her, I broke of the kiss and told her that it was ok. Sometimes the body wanted things love couldn’t give and one should experience all of life’s good things. Also controlling.