Memoirs of a cheating sex-addict

I don’t remember exactly, you’ll get use to that, but it started about a decade, decade and a half ago, when I was chatting with a very sexually repressed Japanese American librarian, no I’m not making this up, and we started “cyber-sexing”, and “camming”, oh to be a pioneer again, when after a few weeks (again, I think, the further back the fuzzier) she told me she’ll be visiting Israel for a few days on vacation next month.

I told “the Tourist”, as I later called her when discussing this even, I don’t think I’ll be able to see her, since I was doing my military reserves that time, but as it turned out, I had a pretty lax schedule, and I managed to drop by her hotel and I remember slipping my ring into my wallet, more afraid that she’ll look for my wife to tell her that I’m cheating than her not wanting to fuck a married guy, obviously she knew I was in a serious relationship, since I lived with someone, it turns out she was married and had a kid herself, but we never talked about it, I just got a mail from her husband later on.

So there I am, a young(er) married man, in full uniform, meeting an Asian librarian with a sex drive bordering my own, meeting outside her hotel, on the bench overlooking the ocean, and what do we do… talk Pokémon of course.
It was kind of cute, we both wanted to, but both of us where chicken, we just couldn’t do it, so we sat there an hour, and chatted, it was kind of sweet, and eventually I made and excuse and gave her a kiss on the cheek and left.

It was a few hours later that I got a message from her, you got to remember these are olden days, where anonymous communication like Yahoo-chat hadn’t reached phones yet, and I could only see it on my PC, which was in the middle of our studio apartment, where I lived with my wife, and where I masturbated on camera with other women.
The message was “I wanted you to fuck me so much”, and I asked why she didn’t say anything, oh sweet innocent early 2000s me.

The next day I managed to get out of the army pretty early again and I met her on the same spot, we talked a few minutes before I told we’re going up to her room, I could see the blood rush everywhere, she went red at the thought of this man in dusty uniform and army boots telling her to get up and head for her room, and it hit me, she wanted this even more than I did, and this was going to happen, it was too late to rethink it, too late to take a step back and look at the big picture, or how it was going to affect my life, it was already a done deal.

She was very shy about the clerk seeing us, and I remember how nervous she was about being seen going up to her room with a strange man, she was turned on, anxious, her whole body screamed out for someone to help her relax, and the second we got into the elevator, I did.
I’d only touched two girls in my life at this point, and pushing her up to the wall and kissing her, while my hand traveled up her skirt and moved her panties to find her very wet hole seemed so natural, she moaned in the elevator and it made me feel like a god, there was nothing I couldn’t do with her.

We got into the room, and in seconds a strange woman had her mouth around my cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive, only stopping to tell me how amazing I am, how she’s wanted this so long, I pushed her down, undressed her, pulled and pushed, and she was so happy to be my plaything, it was like a drug was being pumped into my veins, and it would be years before I really understood it.

I kept pushing limits with her, first eating her out, then sticking a finger in her, feeling what a drenched pussy feels like, probably for the first time in my life, I think it was after she came for the first time that I stuck another finger in her ass, but I’m not sure, from there we did a marathon run of every sexual position I could imagine, feeling her orgasm over and over, taking brakes to eat her out and spank her when I felt I was getting close, I think it was over 2.5 hours before I covered her face in cum for the first time, and another 30 before the second time.
I loved it, not only the sex, it was… well orgasmic, but the awe and the shook in her eyes, how unbelievable sex cold be, how losing control was giving her more of a vacation than a hundred days lounging by the pool, o the Tel-Aviv beach, I was hooked, but I didn’t know it yet.