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The Affair

By: Nyarlathotep32



I’m so bad about this. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. It’s him. He’s just so… passionate. Erotic. He’s kinky. He’s lust personified. I’ll be lying in bed with my husband and thinking about him, about how I wish his hands were on me instead. Right now I’m walking down the street, away from my husband’s and my apartment. I’m on my way to the grocery store around the corner to use the payphone to call him. I told my husband I was going to the grocery store, so I’m not lying. I just left out the main factor. 

I dial his home number. I don’t know how I know he’s there, but I know. The same way he knows it’s me on the phone. 

“Hi baby,” he coos. “Hiding from your husband?”

“Oh shut up,” I hiss. I feel terrible about this affair, but I just need what only he can offer. “Are you busy?” I ask. I hope he’s not. I need him so badly. I need to feel his cock in me. My mouth. My pussy. My ass. Whereever. 

“No, I’m not,” he says. I tell him I’m on my way over, Ill be there in five minutes. It’s probably not a good idea to be living so close to the guy I’m cheating on my husband with, but it wasn’t exactly planned this way. 

We met on the city bus, me on my way to work, him on his. We locked eyes for a split second and the sparks, no, the fireworks flew. Hell, that’s not even right. It was like an atomic bomb went off between us. My body clenched at the sight of his smile. He sat next to me and asked if I had a few spare minutes before work. I did. God I’m glad I did. We got off at the next stop and found the nearest secluded spot-an alley between two office buildings. We rushed each other, kissing and tugging at clothes. He bit my shoulder and I almost lost it. I love being bitten, which is something my husband has never understood and refuses to try. I pulled at his lower lip with my teeth and just hearing him moan made me all the wetter. 

I grabbed his slacks and unbuttoned them quicker than I have ever done anything in my life. I wrapped my hand around his cock and gasped. He felt immaculate. I can’t fit this in me, I thought. I’ll rip. He spun me around and pressed me up against the brick wall. He was so aggressive, something else my husband refuses. He pulled my skirt up over my hips and slid two fingers into me around my panties. I almost came right then. 

“Getting fucked by a stranger,” he whispered. “One of your fantasies, I bet. You’re so wet.” He slid his fingers in and out, in and out. I was panting with anticipation. 

“Please,” I begged. 

“Please what?” 

“Please… I need….”

“Go on,” he urged me. He wanted to hear me say it. 

“I need your cock,” I finally managed. I’m normally too shy to say a word like ‘cock.’

He slipped his fingers out and rammed me so hard I was up on my toes even in my heels. His hands wrapped around my hips and pulled me onto him every time he pushed forward. I came in less than a minute, biting my lip to keep from screaming and letting someone catch us. He kept going though. I came twice more before he fell over that edge with me. Since then I haven’t been able to stop seeing him.

I’m now at the door to his apartment. He opens it before I have a chance to knock. I step in, and as soon as he closes the door, he shoves me up against it. “Tell me why you come to me,” he commands. He’s biting my neck and shoulders, licking my ear lobe and groping my breasts through my shirt. 

“You know why,” I tell him. 

“Say it. I want to hear you say it, damn it,” he practically growls. I hesitate, my shyness and trepidation at speaking those dirty words coming back to haunt me. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls. 

“Because,” I stammer, “you’ll do what he won’t. You’ll fuck me like he won’t.” 

He makes quick work of unbuttoning my shirt before taking it off and draping it over a chair. I shove my hands into his hair and pull his mouth to mine. I feel like being rough today, I want to fuck, not just have sex, and definitely not make love. He seems to sense this and he takes my hands out of his hair and slams them against the door at my sides, pinning me down. 

“Do not move,” he tells me. He dips his head and kisses along the swell of my breast as his hands unbutton and unzip my jeans. I kick the heap of denim away from me, and he steps back. It drives me crazy, the way he looks at me. Like he’s appraising a piece of art or something. But at the same time, I love it. My husband doesn’t look at me like this, like I’m something not just to cherish, but to swallow whole. 

He steps towards me again, and places both hands on my hips before running them up my torso, then down all the way to my ankles. He knows how to make me feel sexy, how to turn me on. He spins me around and pulls my hips out, pushing my upper body against the door. I’m trembling by now, he’s built so much sexual tension in me. He unhooks my bra and I let it just fall to the floor. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?” he asks, running his finger tips over one cheek, just swirling it around on top of the cotton. He slides them down and holds them for me to step out of. “I’m keeping these,” he says, and I hear the soft whump as they land on his couch. 

He runs his open palm up and down each side of my bottom. My back tenses of it’s own accord, and I do everything not to clench the muscles in my ass. I know what comes next. 

“How bad have you been, sweetie?” he asks. He gives me a light pinch and I gasp. I can’t answer. I don’t know how to. 

“Answer me,” he demands. 

“B-bad…” I whisper. I get a light tap on my left cheek. 

“Please,” I beg. 

“Harder? Is that what you want? Then tell me how bad.” 

“Very bad, terrible.” I’m still whispering. I almost feel embarrassed, begging for a spanking at my age. 

“You know what I want to hear, baby,” he says soothingly. “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you need.” 

“I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished,” I whimper. I’ve hardly finished the sentence before the first blow comes down. I gasp and lift my ass a little to meet the next one. I can hear him groan. This gets to him as badly as it gets to me. 

I turn around and all but throw myself onto him. I pull his shirt over his head and throw it. It doesn’t even touch the ground before I have my hands at the zipper of his jeans. I’m frantic for him now, I need to feel him inside me. I bite at his bottom lip and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He returns the aggression, kissing back harder than I’m kissing him. I yank his pants down, pulling his boxers with them. 

He kicks them away while holding my shoulders for balance, but when I try to stand up again he says, “No.” I know what he wants. I push his hands off of my shoulders and push his down onto the couch. He falls into a sitting position and I kneel between his legs. 

“Now tell me what you want,” I say. 

“Put my cock in your mouth,” he tells me, no hesitation in his voice. I almost blush from the bluntness of his request. I lick all around his shaft before taking his swollen head into my mouth. I push down as far as I can, swallowing to push his dick as far down my throat as I can.

I only suck him for a minute. I can’t wait anymore. I pull myself up and straddle his lap. I’m so wet, my juices are practically running down my thighs. I position myself right over top of his cock and push slowly down onto him, savoring every inch. I begin to rock back and forth, dropping my hips to take in as much of him as I can. His hands grip my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he tries to guide me, to set a pace. I lean forward and lift one breast with my hand. 

“Suck,” I tell him. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at my peachy bud. I push my nipple harder into his mouth and he moans. 

I rock harder, faster against him. His hands slide around and grip my ass, and before I know what he’s doing, he lifts and lays me out on the coffee table. He kneels at the end and I can tell by the look on his face, I’m about to get the aggression I wanted.

He lifts my legs and hooks my knees over his shoulders. This is the perfect height for a coffee table. He pulls me down a couple of inches, so the very base of my ass is hanging off.

“You want to play rough?” he asks. His voice is hoarse with restraint. He begins to pound into me as hard as he can, pushing as deep as my body allows him to go. I can hear his thighs as they smack against me, skin slapping on skin. I’m gripping the sides of the table, barely able to breathe. I’m going to come any second now. I bite my lip as the first wave crashes through me. 

“No, damn it, scream,” he growls. I scream. I scream for him to fuck me, I scream his name, I scream out for the world to hear that I’m coming. There are no inhibitions during an orgasm.

My pussy clenches around him and he gasps, then groans, then growls. He thrusts into me harder than ever, pushing at deep as possible before finally letting go. I slide off of the table and straddle his lap, squeezing his dick with my cunt and milking every drop of him. We lay our sweat-dripping foreheads together, panting, trying to catch our breath. 

He kisses me, tenderly this time, and says, “Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

A voice from behind us at the door quietly says, “Yes. He does.”

The Affair



The Affair

They first meet at work when she was a new employee and he had to talk to her about building security and how to access the network. They thought nothing of each other at first but later became good friends. They would talk about various different things including their spouses, kids and other friends. He stared thinking of how cute she is but didn’t think of anything else.

One day she came into his cubicle one day and started talking about her husband and wanted to ask him a personal question. He thought it was odd but said he may or may not answer the question depending on what it was.  She asked, “Is it normal for a man to not want to have sex?”

He answered, “I am not sure, but the average man thinks about sex all the time. I know I want sex as much as possible but my wife is not really into it.”

She replied, “I am the same way you are. I need sex a lot but he is just not interested.”

The continued the conversation and she later mentioned that she thought he was having an affair with a girl he works with and maybe that is what the problem is. She left his cubicle and he was really surprised by the conversation and suddenly realized how attractive she was to him. Later he walked over to her cubicle and asked how she was doing. She said that she was going to call her ex-boyfriend for a little “fun” so that she could relieve her sexual tension. He tried to talk her out of it sub-consciously thinking he wanted to be the one to satisfy her. She made her call and left her ex a message to call her when he gets a chance and hung up. She explained that she had called him before in the past and that her ex understand that these calls are strictly for sex and nothing else. He was quite surprised that it was her first time doing this and left her cubicle still wishing it was him.

The next day she came to work he could help but to go to her cubicle and ask if her ex returned the call. She replied he didn’t and she had a disappointed look on her face. He asked if she would like to go out to lunch today and she said yes. She only worked part-time and would have to go home after lunch to pick up her son.

Lunch came around and she road with him to a fast food place close by. The got their food and sat down and started to eat and talk some more about her sexual desires. She stated how much she enjoyed sex but after being married for some years her husband’s interest in sex had decrease. He started to talk about the same thing in his marriage and how his wife’s sexual desires decrease and they would go sometimes weeks without having sex. She asked him if he had ever had an affair and he said that the most he has ever done was kiss another woman. As the were talking further, he realized how he loved the way she smiled and looked at him and all he could think of was that they should just satisfy each other when the need arises and they weren’t getting what they needed from their spouse. He didn’t say anything about that thought but his stomach hurt thinking about it.

Lunch was over and they were on their way back to work and they stopped at a stop light and looked over at her and said,

“I really think that we should just say fuck it and when we need to have sex, you and I should meet and satisfy each other.”

She looked at him with a smile and replied, “You know I was thinking of the same thing.”

“Really?!?”

“Yes, really!”

He was surprised by this response and they didn’t say anything else until they parked the car. They said there good byes and he went into work and she got into her suv and went home. He spent the next couple of hours thinking about that conversation they had and wondered how he could pursue this mutual feeling they were having for each other. Then his phone rang and much to his surprise it was her on the other end. They started to discuss there thoughts again and she told him that they should go to lunch the next day and do something about it. He agreed and they said there goodbyes.

The next day she came to work after he did stopped by to say hello. They decided, to make it less obvious to others, he would leave for lunch at 12:30 and eat. When she gets off of work at 1:00 they will meet at a newly built but unoccupied building’s parking lot close to work. The day went on as usual but they couldn’t wait until lunch came. As planned he left at 12:30 and had lunch then waited for her to arrive at their meeting place. She arrived in her suv and parked next to his car. He got out of his car and meat her at her door and she got out. She was shorter then he was and she reached up and put her hands behind his head and pulled him close and they started kissing. Their kissing was very passionate and he couldn’t stop thinking of how good she felt in his arms. They paused for a moment and he turned both of them around so that he could lean against the seat of the suv and he would then be at her eye level and they would have to stretch to kiss again. He then pulled her close again and they started kissing again. This time she started to breathe heavily and he started to fell his manhood stiffen in his pants. He moved his hand up and down her back and then moved them down to her butt cheeks. He has a really nice ass and he gripped both cheeks in his hands and she let out a soft moan of enjoyment. 

She stopped and moved back a little and looked into his eyes and said “I have to go.”

“I know.” He replied.

They kissed again and he gave her a really tight hug and let her get into her suv. She left and he went back to work and thought about how good her lips felt against his. She called him when she got home and they talked for an hour about various different things. The lunch time encounters kept happening for weeks at the same place doing the same things. They wanted more but as of right know this was the best they could do with the small amount of time they had.

On one lunch encounter they decided to stay in his car and started kissing in the front seat. He hand moved his seat all the way back and told her to come over to him. She turned her back to the steering wheel and sat with her chest facing him. They started kissing again and it was really getting hot in the car. He maneuvered her in a way that her back was laying across his legs and he was leaning over her while kissing her. She wore a black jeans that day and a lose shirt so while he was kissing her he worked his right hand underneath her shirt and started working his way to her breast. She had very nice round breasts that he could wait to get his hands on. He cupped her left breast in his hand and started to squeeze gently. She moaned with pleasure at each squeeze and while he was working her hardening nipple between his fingers. This is the farthest they have gone so far but with each encounter the eagerness they both had was getting stronger. He started to slide his hand down her stomach and to her pants. When he got to the top of her pants he stopped kissing her and said,

“You should hold my hand.”

“Why?” she replied.

“Because I might not be able to control it.”

She smiled and grabbed his wrist with her hand and they started to kiss again. The kissing was long and passionate. Tongues where going in and out of each others mouth and all of a sudden she released his hand. The stopped kissing and he looked into here eyes.

“You let go of my hand.”

“I know.”

He smiled this time knowing he was able to roam as freely as he wanted. The started kissing again and this time his hand started to move again. He moved his hand over her pants and cupped her mound. She moaned softly and motioned her hip upward to press against his hand. He massaged her some more and she meet his motion with hers. He moved his hand up to her belt and started to unbuckle it. He turned he head to look down and see what he was doing and she took advantage of his exposed neck. While she was kissing and sucking his neck he hand worked her belt loose and started to unbutton and unzip her jeans. He returned his attention back to her and started to kiss her again. This time he had worked his hand into her jeans and on top of her panties on her mound. He could feel the heat and moisture she was producing and he began to rub up and down her mound slowing. She started moaning more and breathing harder while he was giving her pleasure with his hand. Still kissing he wanted to feel her without anything between his hand and her wet pussy. He slid his hands under her panties and down her mound. She thrust her hips upward to meet his hand and started to kiss him with more passion. It didn’t take much for him to slid a finger against her clit and then into her love hole. He pumped his finger in and out of her while still using the palm of his hand to stimulate her clit. While he was doing this she had sucked his tongue into her mouth and proceeded to suck it as if to give it a blowjob. He continued to pump in and out of her then she stopped kissing him and grabbed his wrist with his hands to stop him. She looked deep into his eyes and said,

“I have to go.”

“Ok” he said and pulled his hands from her pants. She sat up and started to zip and button her jeans and looked at him not saying a word but had a big smile on her face. She opened the door and got out. He got out on his side and walked her to her suv. She got in and leaned over to give him another kiss.

She smiled and said, “I am going to have to change when I get home. My panties are all wet.”

They both laughed and he closed her door and she started up the car and headed home and he headed back to work.

About a half hour after he got back to work his phone rang and it was her on the phone. He asked how she was and she said that she was very horny and need to finish what they started in the car. He asked what she was doing at home and she said she had laid her son down for a nap and she was lying in her bed with no clothes on and had her vibrater in her hand. He sudden felt heat rise through his body and need to get up from his chair. He put on his cordless headset and moved into a conference room and closed the door. She told him to talk to her while she used her vibrator on herself. He started telling her how he wanted her and what he would do to her if they had a night together. While he was talking to her he heard the faint sound of the vibrator and knew she was moving it in and out of her wet pussy. She was moaning with his every word and her breathing became fast and heavier. She said she was going to cum and he kept saying his erotic words to her. “Oh, god I’m cumming” she said and he could hear her shaking while it was cumming.

“Wow, that was great” she said.

“Yes it was. That was my first time doing it this way” he replied.

“Mine too” she said.

They talked a little bit more and then said there goodbyes and couldn’t wait to see it other the next day.

The next day he came into work a little late and came up behind her leaned over her shoulder and gave a kiss on the cheek. They exchanged hi’s and he went to his office. A little while later she came into his cubicle and she started talking about plans to meet. Her husband was going away on a “guy’s getaway” that he does every year around the same time. She would be free the whole week and could arrange a babysitter for the night they would get together. It was up to him to make a way to get out one night that week and meet her at a hotel. He said he would think of something and get back to her. He had regular things he did twice a week away from home so he would use one of those nights to meet with her. He went over to her and told her that a Thursday night would work for him and she agreed to the night and would make her arrangements. She said that her husband getaway would be based on his work schedule and weather he could get the week off but she will let him know. They were both excited about the meeting and hopefully nothing would change her husband’s plans to go away on his trip.

The next week she came into work and walked over to him to tell him the bad news. There plans for there meeting is canceled because her husband can’t get the time off work so he will not be going on his annual getaway. They were both disappointed but they would always have lunch until something else came along. There lunch time encounters continued and the most that could be done was the passionate kissing and the roaming hands. They never got tired of that but they definitely wanted more.

A week later some people at work decided that Friday after work they would meet at a restaurant for dinner and drinks and everyone was invited. She said that she could make it that night and maybe they could do something after dinner. He agreed but no firm plans were made as to what would happen after dinner. Friday arrived and they still had their lunch encounter and she went home to get ready for later that evening. After work he went straight to the restaurant and sat down and ordered a drink. A few minutes later she arrived and sat across from him and ordered her drink. They ate their dinner, drank and talked to their co-workers as if nothing was going own. After an hour or so they had finished eating and looked at each other knowing what they wanted to do next. Without a sound he mouthed to her “You ready to go?” She nodded in agreement and they excused themselves from the group and said there goodbyes.

The walked outside together and she asked what he wanted to do. He told her to meet him at their lunch time meeting place and they drove off following each other to the empty and now dark parking lot. He walked to her suv and their kissing began. His hands started to roam her body and he just loved rubbing her nice round ass. The breathing became heavy and he started to get a hard-on. He couldn’t take it anymore so he stopped kissing her and he suggested that they go to a little motel down the road. She agreed so they took her suv and left it in the parking lot at work and they drove his car to the motel. He went into the office, paid for the room and got the key. They drove around to where the room was and went inside.

The room was lit from the street light just outside the room and no other light was needed. The room had a full size bed, a dresser with the TV on it and a round table next to the window. She sat her purse on the table while he closed the curtains. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist and leaned forward to kiss her neck. She placed her hands on top of his and closed her eyes while he gently caressed her. They stopped for a moment she turned around, grabbed both his hands and pulled him toward the bed. Once she got to the bed she sat down then lay on her back pulling him on top of her. They started kissing again this time they know that there was nothing to hold them back from what they both wanted. He put one of his arms around her back and pulled her further up on the bed so that her legs where not dangling on the side. The kissing continued and the breathing started to get heavy again. He placed his hand underneath her shirt and started to caress her breast. It felt so nice he just couldn’t get enough of her.

She rolled him over on to his back and this time she climbed on top of him. She had long blonde hair and it dangled on both sides of her face. She flipped her head to one side and leaned forward to kiss him again. Her hair fell to the side of her face again so he decided to reach up to her face hold her hair back and pull her back to him. While they were kissing again he released her hair and moved his hands down her back and grabbed her ass again. She could feel that he was getting hard again so she started to move her hips back and forth across his manhood even though they were still full clothed. He decided that it was time to remove some clothing so he started with her shirt. He moved his hands up her sides and under her shirt. Once he reached her shoulder she stopped kissing him and raised her arms so that he could continue to remover her shirt. Once the shirt got over her head he tossed it to the floor and sat up and started kissing her from a sitting position. Her skin was so smooth and soft he was really amazed at how good it felt. He moved his hands up her back, grabbed the strap of her bra and unclipped it to release her nice firm round breast. He reached up her back to her shoulder and slid the traps down her arms and she slid her arms through them and he tossed the bra to the same place where her shirt landed. He immediately turned his attention to her breast and grabbed both of them with both hands and start sucking on her nipples. She leaned her head back and thrust her chest forward to give him full access to her and let out a loud moan. He continued this action for a few minutes until she leaned forward and pulled his head up to kiss him again.

It was his turn now to remove some clothes, so she reach underneath his shirt with both hands and started to pull his shirt off. Once she got it over his head she tossed it to the floor, rapped her arms around him and started to kiss him passionately again. This time there is nothing between them and he loved having her breast pressed hard against his chest. He leaned to the side and in one swift motion laid her on her back and was on top of her again. He started kissing her neck and was working his way down to her breast. With both hands he grabbed each breast and proceeded to give each breast his complete attention. He sucked and liked each nipple and played with them in between his fingers giving the occasional pinch. She swings her head from side to side with enjoyment and letting out soft moans. Still holding and squeezing each breast he starts to kiss gently between them and starts working his way down to her stomach. He kisses every part of her not letting go of those firm tits and she starts to grip the bed real tight. He lets go of her breast and place both hands on her pants and starts to unbuckle and unbutton her pants. He grabs her pants and panties at the same time and starts to pull them down her legs and off her body. She lifts her knees to offer assistance and he tosses them to the floor. He spreads her legs apart and starts the kiss inside of her thighs. While kissing her thighs he rubs the outside of her legs with his hands. He is slowly making his way up her thighs and she is watching him as he works. He makes it to her pelvis and kisses and runs his tongue close to her pussy. She moves her hips upward hoping to push her into his mouth. He moves his head back because he wants to tease her just a little more. He continues his seduction and decides that she has been tortured enough. He moves his tongue to her clit and rubs it gently. She lets out a soft moan and pushes her hips up again. This time he didn’t pull back and let his tongue press harder on her clit. He moves his hands up her side and grabs both her hands and she squeezes them hard. He continues to run his tongue up and down her clit and down her lips not separating them just yet. It was time to move forward so the takes his left hand moves it down to the top of her pussy. He takes two fingers and opens her pussy wide, spreads his tongue as wide and possible and licks all of her.

“Oh GODDD”, she moans and squeezes his right hand tightly.

He continues using his tongue and she is moving her hips up to meet his rhythm. He lets her other hand go and moves it to the bottom of her pussy and take one finger to play with her love hole. He moves the tip of his finger to her hole and slowly inserts it into her. He fills her muscles close around his finger and it starts to suck it in without any effort from him. Working his finger inside of her slowly he continues to lick her clit and she is enjoying every minute of it not wanting it to stop. He continues for a few more minutes and decides to stop because he doesn’t want her to cum just yet.




The Affair



He removes his hand from inside her and moves back up her body. Before he gets past her breast she leans forward, grabs the back of his head with one hand and pulls him close to kiss him deeply and passionately. They move their tongues in and out of each others mouth for a few minutes then she motions to make him lay on his back. It is now her turn to play.

She moves on top of him, straddles his waist, leans forward and starts to kiss him on the neck. Her kisses are soft and gently. She caresses the side of his face with one hand while run the other down his chest. She runs her finger over his nipple and starts to move her mouth down his chest to meet her hand. Running her tongue across his neck and to his nipple, she starts to toy with it then takes the whole thing into his mouth. She sucks on it for a while and moves over to the other to give it equal pleasure. He moans with every touch she gives him and enjoying the way her breast feels across his stomach. She releases the suction she has on him and shifts her hips across his legs. She stares into his eyes while both hands work to loosen his belt. He unbuckles, unbuttons and unzips him in one smooth motion and lefts up to pull his pants down and off. She looks him over to notice how excited he is with his shaft sticking straight up and hard. Still straddle across his legs she leans forward and lets her breast fall across his legs and starts to kiss around his waist.

He is eager to feel his manhood in her mouth but she continues to tease him a little more. She runs her tongue along the sensitive areas around his cock and breathes heavily along his shaft. He feels the warm air coming from his mouth and twitches uncontrollably. She decided that she has tortured him enough and gives him wait he has been waiting for. She takes her thumb and forefinger of one hand and encircles the head of his cock and slowly works it way down applying just the right amount of pressure. While her hand was coming down the head of his cock she used her tongue and started working it from the base up to meet her hand. He lets out a loud moan and grabs the sheet on the bed loving what she is doing to him. Her tongue works past her hand and up to his head and she licks the head of his cock all the way around. She now takes his shaft and wraps it with her whole hand and swallows him deep into his mouth.

“Uhhhhhhh”, he moans loudly.

While noticing his obvious enjoyment she starts to work his cock in and out of his mouth in a nice slow motion. With every motion of her mouth she strokes him with her hand. This went on with what felt like an eternity and every once in a while she would pause with him still in her mouth and gave some hard suction against his cock. He enjoyed this immensely and didn’t know if he could hold off his orgasm much longer. She loved the way the tasted, loved the way his cock felt and decided she needed more for herself. While she continued to give him pleasure she took her free hand and moved it to her now soaking pussy. She worked her clit with her finger and then slid one inside her. She started to moan and the vibration of her mouth on his shaft felt incredible. This continued for a few more minutes but he didn’t want to cum just yet. He needed to know what she felt like with him deep inside her.

He takes both his hands and places them on the side of her head and pulls her off him. He grabs her shoulder and pulls her forward so that he could kiss her and show how much he cares for her. She moves forward, withdrawing her finger from he pussy and positions her self directly on top of him. She leans forward and they kiss passionate. He cock sticking straight up she leans back and feel the head of it against her clit. She lets out a moan to the touch of it and needs it inside her. She shift a little and it slide right in. The moan in unison and kiss each other deeply and passionately. Her motions are slow and smooth. He moves his hips to meet her rhythm and it was like a dream come true. They continue the love making and moves he hand down to her ass and grabs a hold of both cheeks. He places pressure on her ass and they start to move a little faster. The pleasure is growing and he can feel the need to explode in her but still needs her a little longer.

He slows the motion down a little and they both pause and kiss so deeply, exploring each other mouths with their tongues. He needs more control now and needs to be on top. He raps one arm tight around her waist and braces himself with his other arm. She knew what was about to happen and wraps her arms around him to help with the shift in position. With on full motion he is now on top of her never removing his cock from deep inside her. They are still kissing and he starts to position his knees to left her legs higher so he could get as deep as possible into her. He starts to move slowing in and out of her and she meets his motions with her hips. They stop kissing and he moves his mouth the start kissing and sucking on her neck.

She whispers, “You feel so good!”

“I love being inside you” he replies.

The breathing is heavy from the both of them and the rhythm is starting speed up. He reaches down with one hand and places his arm underneath her knee. He pulls it upward and even deeper inside her and the pleasure she is getting from this become obvious.

“Ohhhh yeahhh”, she says out load.

He continues to please her and the pleasure starts to build again in his balls. He could feel that she is also on edge as the muscles in her pussy tighten around his shaft. Still not wanting to cum just yet he slows down and holds both of them back before they could reach their climax. He remembered that in the conversation they had at their first lunch together she loved having sex doggie-style and he wanted to give her this added pleasure. With the arm he had behind her knee he sits up on his knees and moves her leg in front of him to shift her body over. Again knowing his plan she assists him and turns over so he could enter her from behind.

She props herself on her knees and supports her upper body on her forearms giving him the optimum exposure to her pussy from behind. She looks at her nice round ass and moves in closer, grabs his shaft with one hand and pushes it slowly into her. She moans with pleasure and he feels the added pressure against him and he knew he would last long know. He places both hands on her waist and starts to move back and forth inside her. Her ass feels so good against his stomach and he could feel all the blood in his body move to his cock. He releases his grip of her waist and leans forward to lay his chest across her back. She clamps her muscles on his shaft to make sure he would stop and starts to moan even louder. He braces himself on her back and with one hand on the bed. With the other hand he reaches underneath her and starts to rub her clit with his finger. This is definitely going to put her over the edge and she begs for more.

“ Ohhhh God. Fuck me…..Fuck me harder” she said.

He was eager to oblige her request and started to work her clit a little faster and start to pound her from behind a littler harder. Their “Ohhhhh” and now louder and in unison with each other and they both know that they can’t take it anymore. They need a release, they need to cum hard. He balls start to swell and she starts to fell her stomach tense up. He releases his finger from her clit, places both hands on her waist and gives her all he’s got. She grips him hard with her pussy and it starts for the both of them. The orgasm is amazing.

“Ohhhhh God……Yeah…..Oh fuck” she lets out.

“Uhhhhhh Yeah” he yells.

Her body shakes heavily and he pumps his cum deep inside her. Every time he moved inside her he pumps more of his juice into her. He thought it would never end and he would never stop cumming. He pushes on last time deep into her and stops moving because his body just freezes into position. She stops shaking and moves her hips up and down on his shaft to make sure she got all he had to offer her. A tingle went through her body and she shook one last time. She collapsed forward because she no longer hand the energy in her body to hold the position and he moved to lie down beside her on his back. They couldn’t talk for a few minutes and they were trying to catch their breath and regain composer. She sits up on her elbows, moves over to him and places on arm across his chest. She leans forward and gives him a soft kiss on his lips, looked into his eyes and says, “That was amazing.”

“It was unbelievable” he replied and they kissed a little more.

After regaining their energy, they got up from the bed, washed up a little and began to put on their clothes. Not much was said at this time but with each article of clothing they would put on they looked at each other and smile. He opened the door for her and they got in his car, returned the key to the front desk and made their way back to get her suv.

After reaching her suv, he got out, opened the door for her and reached to take her hand. She reached up in acceptance and got out of the car and he escorted her to her door. She unlocked the door turned around and they kissed passionately one last time. They released each other and she got into the car and drove away. He watch as the tail lights of her suv disappeared around the corner and got in his car and drove home.

The End.



The Affair



Read it once, close your eyes, and then see it…

…being near you, alone with you…is eternal foreplay. A constant state of arousal untamed by my own devices. Would I? Without even a single breath of hesitation, I would…over and over and over again. Lying beside you like once before… face-to-face and silent and still. We'd lie this way until my body overtook my mind. Fully satiated by the smell of your cologne I then crave to taste you. We're lying slightly apart, my head lower than yours. It's dark outside and the only sound we hear is the rain hitting the window. Leaning into you I inhale deeply…your cologne warms me. 

I rest my cheek on yours and exhale. Our silence is broken only by the shudder of my single breath against your neck. You too exhale as you reach around me and pull me tightly into your body. Everything's so warm. Your hand rests firmly against the small of my back. I take another deep breath. Leaving your cheek I lay my head on your chest…you rest yours on mine. Your hand pushes against me even harder, holding me there as you thrust, once, into me. The force of your movement makes me wet. I exhale and gently moan. You move your hand from my back up to my hair. You pull me away from your chest…forcing me to look at you. I try to remain tightly snuggled but you tell me no. 

While I try to determine your intentions you thrust into me a second time. I then know that what you wanted was to see the expression my on face. I hold my breath and bite my lip. You smile. You ask me if I like that…I nod childishly. You ask me if I want more…I say yes. With your smile still firmly in place you say no. You want me to beg, I faintly mutter please…your smile fades, you pull my hair tightly back and tell me to say it louder. I do...and you reward me with a third thrust and let go of my hair. Landing on my back I fall beside you. For another moment we're still. My mind is racing. With your eyes intensely on me I sit up and take off my shirt. You're silent. 

You put your hand on my shoulder, and loosen the strap of my bra. I turn to face you and lower my head. Touching my chin you tell me to look at you. I oblige. You know my thoughts. Surrendering them I let the straps fall and sit, exposed. I look at you and smile. Good girl, you say. I lean down and kiss you…You roller over onto your back, I straddle your waist. You tell me to keep going. So I do. Standing over you I unbutton my jeans and reach in. You moan in approval, I taste myself. As I take them off I slightly turn around and bend over. You can see that I'm wet. You reach up and pull my panties down...running your hands down my ass. I stand fully naked in front of you. 

I turn around being sure not to look at your face. You demand that I do. My pussy throbs. I straddle you again, I can feel you through your jeans. Your cock's hard. I slowly rub my pussy against it. We both moan. I undo your zipper as I move down your legs, reach in and wrap my hand tightly around it. Your breathing quickens. I slide down even further as I remove your pants. You're straddled once again. Now it's my warmth and wetness on yours. We both throb…I want to taste you….

….I want to taste myself on you. You know my thoughts and smile in approval. While still straddled across you I move down being sure to slide myself against you. I moan, wet my lips and take you deeply into my mouth. I'm so wet. You reach for a pillow and tuck it under your head…the pleasure of my mouth around your cock is intensified by watching…you tell me to look at you. I do. The pleasure of having your cock in my mouth intensifies by looking at you. The inside of my thigh is wet. So is the tip of you cock. I taste you. You quiver.

I continue sucking…slowing working my way from the top of your cock to its base, ensuring to feel every part with my tongue…massaging your balls with my tongue... As I slowly reach the top of your cock I look at you...open my mouth and gently lick you…ever so slightly move back…pre-cum from your cock to my tongue. You close your eyes, drop your head back and moan. I ask you if you like fucking my mouth…you shudder uh huh…I smile…you ask if I like getting fucked but don't wait for my answer. You position me on the bed…I'm on my knees facing the window…you take my hands and place them against the wall…you're behind me. You tease me with your cock, rubbing it against my ass…rubbing it on my pussy…I can hardly stand it. You reach around and touch my tits…you ask me if I'm cold. We laugh. I ask you to play with my nipples…you do. Rolling them between your fingers, gently pinching and pulling…

I take my hands off the wall and press my back against your chest…raise my arms and place them around your neck. I watch you touch me. I beg to feel your cock inside me…you say no. I drop one arm and try to touch my pussy…you tell me to stop. Your words "I like to torture you" echo through my head. I'm tortured. My breathing is shallow and loud…in your lap I rub my ass against your cock. I beg. You permit me to touch myself but only a little. I put two fingers deep into my pussy and moan loudly. You tell me to stop. Uh uh…I say. Uh huh…you say. You take my hand away from me and turn me to face you…bringing my hand up to my mouth I move my tongue over my fingers…you watch me…you take my fingers into your mouth…we kiss madly. 

I'm so in heaven…stunned by how beautiful you are. I tell you that I want you to fuck me…hard. You push me down on the bed, I'm now lying in the position you were previously in…without the pillow. You're supporting yourself over me…our eyes are locked. You ask me how badly I want it. I tell you that I would do anything…I mean it. You say...anything? I tell you yes. We smile. You lower yourself…I close my eyes…I feel your mouth on my chest…you lick my tits…flicking my nipples with your tongue…you bite them…I arch my back, slightly sit up and watch you. I tell you that I'm so close to cumming. You say that I better not be. We smile. Again you raise yourself above me… I can feel your hard cock against my thighs. 

You reach beneath you and spread my legs…you feel how wet I am. You want to taste me. You move further down and kiss my tummy…lick your way to my pussy. My clit is hard and throbbing…you gently lick it…suck on it…I quake. You tell me to watch. You reach up and kiss me…I slowly lick your lips…suck your tongue. You move away and thrust your cock into my soaking pussy…I inhale and hold my breath…I tingle all over and push myself deeply into you. Fuck me hard. I lose whatever inhibitions I have left. I tell you to fuck your little girl. I tell you everything as you fuck me slowly…my pussy grabs your cock with each thrust…it's not going to last long…you tell me your going to cum…you tell me that your going to cum hard…this brings me even closer…I can't hold back any longer…I ask you if you want to feel me cum…yeah, yeah you pant…are you ready, I ask…uh huh…I feel how close I am…I see how aroused you are…I cum violently…my pussy grabs on to your cock with every pulse…you fuck me harder…I tell you the dirtiest things…I make everything wet…your cock drips with my cum…feeling me makes you cum…you push yourself deep inside me…filling me…you collapse on top of me…

…we're breathing heavily, soaked...we look at each other and laugh…I cover my face…you tell me I'm crazy….I tell you to look out for my puddle…you smile. I thank you for wanting to make me happy…you thank me for wanting you to make me happy. We laugh.      



The Affair



Week 1: Monday

Julia was on the treadmill when she first saw him. She couldn't say what it was that made her look at him. He wasn't as young, fit or good looking as some of the other men at the gym. In fact, he looked very much like he could be a friend of her husband's, or a husband of one of her friends. He looked to be around 40 and he was exercising hard, presumably to do something about that burgeoning middle age spread that was starting to appear. 

Julia kept running. She was did a 30-minute run on the treadmill every Monday. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was 36 years old and after 3 pregnancies her body wasn't as pert as it once was. She had hips now, and her c-cup breasts hung rather lower than they used to. But hard work kept her stomach almost flat and the few grey hairs she'd found were safely hidden by the magic performed by her hair dresser every month.

She looked up and saw that he was now on the treadmill next to her. She smiled and he smiled back. With a quick movement of his eyes he gave her body a once-over and he smiled appreciatively. As Julia went home she felt an unfamiliar tingle in the pit of her stomach. It was a tingle she hadn't felt for over 10 years.

Week 1: Wednesday

She was on the cross-trainer when he walked in. His eyes scanned the room and locked on hers. She didn't need the mirrors to know that her face was red and dripping with sweat. He casually walked over and started rowing on the rowing machine in front of her. When her 15 minutes on the cross-trainer were up she headed for the exercise bikes. There was only one available, next to his rowing machine. She sat down and started pedalling.

"Hi!" he greeted her.

"Hi."

"I'm Dan."

"Julia."

He was doing weights as she left the gym. He smiled and nodded as she walked past him and she smiled back. She picked up the kids from her sister who'd been babysitting. That night she dug out her vibrator, but for the first time in over a decade she wasn't seeing her husband Terry's face as she masturbated.

Week 1: Friday

He was already in the gym when she got there. She didn't know if he'd seen her as they were doing different things. It surprised her that she was disappointed. After her shower she decided to stop for a cup of coffee and a sandwich. Terry was taking the kids to the cinema and then they were stopping for pizza on the way home so she knew she didn't have to cook.

"Mind if I join you?" said a voice as she'd finished ordering. She looked up and there was Dan, his dark curls moist from his shower.

"Please," she smiled. "Be my guest."

"It's Julia, right?"

"Yes," she sighed with relief that he remembered her name. "And you're Dan."

Dan ordered a cup of coffee as well and they chatted for a while. It gave her a chance to look at him properly. He had a quarter inch beard and his hair was probably an inch to two inches long, in a hairdo that she most associated with French men for some reason. He smiled a lot, revealing almost impeccable white teeth, but for a chip that she assumed was probably sports related. He had dark blue eyes and a few wrinkles around them that told her that he probably laughed a lot. When he finished drinking his coffee, Dan grabbed his gym bag and got up.

"I better get going," he said. "We're having friends over for dinner tonight and my wife will kill me if I'm late."

He left and Julia wondered to herself why the news that he was married disappointed her so much. She was also married. She finished her sandwich and drove home. That night she and Terry made love for the first time in nearly a month.

Week 2: Monday

Julia went straight for the treadmill when she got to the gym. Soon afterwards Dan got onto the one next to her.

"Did you get home in time?" she asked him and he looked confused. "For the dinner, on Friday?"

"Oh yes," he chuckled as he remembered. "I had a full five minutes to spare!"

They finished exercising at the same time. As she was heading for the shower Julia heard Dan call her name.

"Fancy grabbing a cup of coffee?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," she declined. "My husband's away on business so my sister has the kids. I need to get them home and into bed."

"Maybe next time?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I'll be here on Wednesday."

"That's a date!"

Week 2: Wednesday

Julia felt the butterflies in her stomach as she pulled up outside the gym. She knew it was foolish, but she'd been out during lunch to buy a new pair of jeans and a blouse to go with them. The jeans were glued to her butt and the blouse showed off a daring amount of cleavage. She hoped she still looked casual. She'd hate it if it was obvious that she'd made such an effort. She was only going to the gym after all.

She saw him as soon as she came in from the changing rooms and he nodded in recognition. They kept looking over at each other while working out and he finished a little while before her. He walked past her on his way out.

"A latte?" he asked.

"Please."

She showered quickly and sat down next to him just as the coffees were served. He was relaxed and sat back with his arms on the back of the seat in the booth he'd secured for them. His hand just about touched her shoulder and it sent a fire bolt through Julia's body.

"So who's looking after the kids tonight?" he asked.

"Terry, my husband. Do you have kids?"

"Yeah, two boys. They were doing their homework when I left."

They talked for a while longer and then they walked out to their cars. They'd parked next to each other. Dan leaned forward and gave Julia a peck on the cheek as they parted.

Week 2: Friday

Dan wasn't there. Julia couldn't hide her disappointment. She had no enthusiasm for her exercise and was pleased to see the end of it. She went home and watched TV with Terry and the kids. She and Terry made love again and Julia surprised herself by imagining that it was Dan's cock sliding in and out of her. She had her most violent orgasm in a long time.

Week 3: Monday

He was there again. Julia felt immediate relief when she spotted him on the treadmill. She went over and started running next to him.

"Do anything nice at the weekend?" she asked him, surprised at how casual she sounded.

"Yes, my wife and I took the boys hiking. We left straight after work on Friday and came back yesterday. It would have been perfect if it hadn't rained all weekend.

Julia laughed, more out of relief than anything. She just didn't know why she was relieved. Dan was waiting with a cup of coffee when she came out of the changing rooms.

"Do you come here on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays every week?" he asked.

"Yes. You?"

"The same."

They left together. Just as Dan was about to give Julia a peck on the cheek she turned to say something. Their lips collided. Dan parted his lips and slipped his tongue between Julia's. Then he broke off the kiss and headed for his car. Julia sat in her car, licking her lips, still tasting him. The fire in her belly had spread to her breasts and down between her thighs. There was a pool of wetness in her cotton underpants.

Week 3: Wednesday

Julia parked next to Dan's car in a dark corner of the car park. She hurried inside and did her exercise. She couldn't keep her eyes off him and kept meeting his eyes. They smiled. Afterwards they skipped the coffee and went straight to the car park. It was cold and windy and they were the only people there. Dan threw his bag into the car and wrapped his arms around Julia.

He soon invaded her mouth and their tongues wrestled passionately. He pulled her shirt out from the waistband of her jeans and his hands worked their way up inside, ending up cupping her breasts through the bra. She felt her nipples stiffening in his hands and his thumbs kept circling them. When they finally broke the kiss they were both panting harder than they had during their exercise.

"This is crazy," Julia said as she caught her breath. "I'm a happily married woman."

"I'm a happily married man," Dan replied, his hands still cupping Julia's breasts.

Then they kissed again. Hungrier than before. When they finally broke apart and Dan's hands slid out from under Julia's shirt they nodded in agreement that they'd meet again on Friday.

Week 3: Friday

Neither of them would ever remember working out that night. Julia finished first since Dan had been a little bit delayed. She went out to her car and sat behind the wheel. She knew that the sensible thing would be to simply drive off now. But she didn't. Instead she pulled her coat off. Soon the door opened and Dan slid into the passenger seat.

He pulled her into his arms and started kissing her. They ended the embrace for long enough to recline the seats and pull off their t-shirts. Soon Dan was on top of her and he'd unclasped her bra. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh as he sucked on her nipples. Then her tits were crushed against his chest as he once more devoured her mouth.

Then they were on their sides. Dan wrapped his lips around her nipples again as she cupped her hand around his bulge. He felt so strong, so virile, in her hand. He slid one hand between her thighs and started massaging her through her jeans. They kissed again. Hungrily they devoured each other. Then Julia came. It almost took her by surprise. She hadn't come from so little in a long time. 

Dan hugged her tight and she relished the feeling of his chest hair against her soft breasts. They looked at the time. They both had to go. They put their t-shirts back on and kissed one more time.

"Monday?" Dan asked as he left the car.

"Monday."

Week 4: Monday

It had been a long weekend. Terry had wanted to make love on Friday night, but Julia hadn't managed to get horny again after the car. The result had been their worst lovemaking ever. Not even fantasising about Dan's hard bulge had managed to give Julia an orgasm. Finally she'd resorted to faking it, for the first time in her life, just to get it all over with.

After their workout they got into Dan's car. It wasn't as comfortable as Julia's people carrier, but they didn't give themselves time to move across. They were in each other's arms, kissing violently and pulling each other's shirts off. Julia had taken great care in choosing the lacy black bra she was wearing, but Dan didn't waste any time. Her naked breasts were soon in his hands. Her hands wandered down to his zip and she could soon wiggle her hand into his boxers and wrap it around his wonderful cock.

She pulled it out and kept stroking it. He was so big and hard. She looked at it. Probably not much more than 6 inches, but oh so thick. She moved down and started sucking him. She hadn't sucked a cock since she and Terry were dating, but it was like riding a bicycle, it all came back to her. Dan kept fondling her tits as she sucked him. His grunts and sighs told her all she needed to know.

Soon his hands were in her hair and she could tell that he was close to cumming. There was no way she was going to let him shoot his load on the leather upholstery so she kept sucking, teasing his cock with her talented tongue. He groaned out loud as he shot his load down her throat. When he was done cumming he pulled her up and kissed her. They kissed for a long time and he caressed her breasts with his fingers and his lips.

For someone who hadn't cum, Julia felt oddly satisfied as she drove home.

Week 4: Wednesday

It had been a long day and Julia was still wearing her work clothes when she headed for the gym. When she finished showering she slipped back into the skirt and blouse. Dan was waiting outside her car and they smiled as they got in. This time Dan took time to unbutton her blouse and unhook her bra. Then he pulled off his own shirt before lying down and pulling Julia close to him.

They lay together and kissed for a long time. Dan's hand caressed Julia's thigh and her skirt rode higher and higher. Then she felt his fingers hooking inside her silk underwear and slowly pulling it off. His hand then returned to her pussy and caressed her soft bush. One finger worked its way between her pussy lips and started stroking her clit. Dan kept kissing her as his hand worked its magic on her pussy.

Julia parted her legs to give him more access. Soon he'd slid two fingers into her dripping wet cunt. He slowly finger fucked her as he kissed her tits. Just as Julia thought she was going to cum he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them up to her lips. She sucked them into her mouth and tasted her pussy juices. Then she felt Dan's hands on her cheeks as he lifted her further up. He parted her legs wide and buried his face between her thighs.

Nothing could describe the feeling as Dan's tongue licked the length of her wet slit. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and gave himself full access to her cunt. He lapped up her juices, sucked and bit her clit, and then he started tongue fucking her. She bit her lip not to cry out loud during this divine pleasure. And then, as she'd taken his load in her throat two days earlier, he drank her cum as she squirted it all over his face. They kissed some more.

"I guess we've done foreplay now," Dan smiled a crooked smile as he opened the door to get out. "I'll see you on Friday."

Week 4: Friday

Julia was on edge all day. Had he really meant what she thought he meant? She bought a box of condoms and put them in the glove compartment of her car. After her workout she made sure that she was still smoothly shaved and her bush neatly trimmed. They walked out to her car in silence. It was a cold and dark night and the rain was pouring down. Julia was parked in a corner, with Dan's car blocking anybody's view of it.

They kissed and undressed each other. Soon they were lying naked, side by side, caressing each other. Julia sat up to get the condoms out and watched with a smile as Dan slid one across his thick cock. She got on her back and he lowered himself on top of her. He slid into her without a word, filling her wet cunt with his hard meat. He sucked on her tits as he started fucking her. She wrapped her legs around him

They fucked hard and fast, each desperate to feel that orgasm. It took its time, teasing them, making them feel every inch of each other. They were dripping in sweat, clinging on to each other and Dan kept slamming into Julia's cunt. Then it came. Like a slow river of sweetness it took hold of Julia first. Her toes curled and her cunt cramped around Dan's cock and then he cried out as he finally let go, shooting his load as she milked him dry.

They cuddled and kissed for a while and then changed into their gym clothes. It was better to pretend the showers weren't working than to explain why they were all sweaty. As Julia drove off she couldn't wait for Monday.

Week 5: Monday

There was a blizzard and Terry pleaded with Julia not to go to the gym. He didn't like the idea of her driving there on her own but she reassured him that she was going to be OK. And she was. It was too cold to have sex in the car, but Dan had seen that the squash courts were all empty.

He took her against the wall. It wasn't elegant, but he rocked his hips fast and furiously, shoving his cock repeatedly up her cunt and she held on for dear life. She came twice before he let himself release the load that had been building up since Friday.

Week 5: Wednesday

She was starting to feel guilty now, but she couldn't stop herself from going to the gym. It was still freezing outside and the squash courts were in use. They found an office that had been left unlocked by its daytime occupant. Dan sat on the chair and got his cock out. Julia kneeled before him and started sucking it. When he was bone hard she wrapped a condom on his shaft and stood up.

She took off her jeans and underwear and placed them on the desk. Then she straddled him. He guided his cock into her sweet wetness and they sighed as their union was once more completed. He unbuttoned her shirt and sucked on her tits as she rode him. They stayed like that for a long time until Dan reached down and started massaging Julia's clit. It didn't take her long to cum and he was right behind her.

"What are you doing on Friday?" he asked as they were getting dressed.

"I was planning on going to the gym as usual," she replied.

"No, during the day," he said. "I was supposed to go on a conference and I have a hotel room booked, only it's been cancelled. Is there any way you can join me for a couple of hours?"

He gave her the details of the hotel and left after Julia had promised to try and make it.

Week 5: Friday

She told her boss she was going to visit a new prospective supplier and got into her car. She drove to the hotel and got there just as Dan came out to his car to get his laptop bag.

"You came," he smiled. "I'm in room 614, give me 5 minutes and then just walk straight through the lobby to the lifts that are around the corner to the left."

She did as he said and nobody challenged her. He was already naked when she reached his room. He undressed her quickly and made her lie down on the bed. He parted her legs and kneeled between them. With his tongue and fingers he went on to caress and pleasure her in the most intimate way. When she was done cumming he moved up her body, kissing her breasts before his lips made contact with hers. She could taste her pussy on his beard. 

They kissed for a long while and she felt how hard he was. She was ready for more. He rolled them over so that she was on top and soon he was inside her. She rode him until she came again and then he pulled out and she got on her hands and knees. He stood on the floor, impaling her on his shaft over and over. He cupped her tits and pulled her up against his chest. He sucked her neck as he continued his rhythm. She was lost in the passion.

After a long, hard, passionate union he finally whispered to her that he was about to cum. She reached down for her nub and started rubbing it. They exploded together. Her cunt milked his balls dry before they collapsed together on the bed. They slept for a while and then they fucked again.

Before Julia left they fucked against the tiles in the shower. In some ways it was the best orgasm she'd had with Dan and it made up her mind. It was going to be the last.

"I won't be at the gym tonight," she said as she was getting dressed.

"No, we've had enough exercise for one day," Dan chuckled.

"I won't be there next week either," she continued.

"Why? Are you going away?"

"No, they've opened another gym nearer to my house. I think I should start going there instead."

"And where do you want me to go?"

"I think you should continue at our old gym. Dan, this has been great. I've had a couple of wonderful weeks with you and the sex has been fantastic. I'm just afraid that..."

"I think I know... You don't want it to go any further."

"Don't get me wrong. I could have sex with you every day. But sooner or later we'd get caught, and I love my husband and kids too much to do that to them."

"I understand. I'll miss you, but I understand."

"I'll miss you too."

They kissed one last kiss and then Julia went home. She talked her sister into babysitting the children overnight and she cooked up a romantic meal for two. That night she and Terry found some of the spark that had been missing lately.

A year later a heavily pregnant Julia was cursing the Christmas shoppers as she manoeuvred her three children towards the pizza restaurant where they were meeting Terry.

"Julia!" she heard a voice she recognised and she turned around to see Dan with his arm around a blonde woman.

"Dan..." she smiled and protectively wrapped her arms around her children.

"Julia, this is Helen. Helen, this is Julia, we used to work out at the same gym."

Pleasantries were exchanged and then Julia and the kids continued. As they sat down in the restaurant her oldest daughter spoke.




The Affair



"I didn't know you knew Jason Sullivan's dad."

"Who's Jason Sullivan?"

"The freckly boy in my class. That was his dad out there, who said you went to the same gym. He drives Jason and his brother to school every morning."

"Do you think Mr and Mrs Sullivan were Christmas shopping tonight?" she asked casually.

"Oh, that lady wasn't Mrs Sullivan. Mrs Sullivan has dark hair. I know because she went to the museum with us last week and she told me all about how Mr Sullivan works with planes. That lady looked a lot like Charlotte Miller's mother."

Their conversation ended by the arrival of Terry, but they never got to order. Julia's waters broke and they headed to the hospital. On Christmas morning Julia was feeding the baby as her family opened their gifts. Terry put a necklace around her neck and kissed her.

"I knew," he whispered. "I knew, but you ended it before I'd had a chance to do anything about it. I'm not happy about it, but for what it's worth, I think it saved our marriage."

He kissed her again.



The Affair



The affair I had with my mother lasted eight weeks and two days. It was the summer after I had just graduated high school; the summer I thought would last forever. I was planning on getting a job before starting college in the fall, but my mother pleaded with me to go up with her to the vacation place in New Hampshire that we rented each summer. She said she would give me the money I needed for school. She didn't want to be alone. Her husband Peter had made it clear that he would only come up on some weekends. It was the last summer any of us would go up to the New Hampshire house.

We were only up there two days when it started. We had finished unpacking all the boxes and we were both exhausted and dirty from cleaning a house that had been collecting dust for ten months. The last rug was unrolled and we sat on the floor. Mom said, "We'll Joseph, that's done. Thanks for helping me baby." She sat for a minute and then I saw her eyes welling up. It wasn't a big sobbing jag, just tears quietly rolling down her face. This wasn't an everyday thing with her and the concern must have been evident in my voice when I asked, "What is it mom; are you okay?"

"I'm all right Joey, just kind of blue." The tears kept coming.

I said, "Hey mom that would be a good title for an album." Kind of Blue was her favorite Miles Davis CD.

She did that laugh/cry thing and it lightened things a bit.

I said, "Come on mom, talk to me, what's going on?" She didn't answer. She just shook her head and sort of tranced. I put my arms around her and said the first stupid thing I could think of, "It'll be okay mom." She put her arms around me and buried her face in my neck. She sniffled a little and then after a few minutes, she kissed my neck. And then she kissed it again. I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine. I kissed her wet eyes and then her lips were on mine. I guess that was the official beginning of our affair.

Well I should say that was the beginning of our physical affair, because who knows when any sexual relationship begins; probably when someone starts thinking about it. For me it probably started when I was old enough to find my mom attractive. She was always pretty in a natural way; nothing flashy to make the hounds whistle, but the kind of woman that has the qualities you appreciate when you take a moment to notice. When I first had those thoughts that excited me, I thought of her as Diane instead of mom. As the years went by, it went back and forth between mom and Diane. After a while, didn't matter. 

Now she was in my arms and we were kissing. Her fragrance filled my head. We were kissing and then we were touching. It wasn't frantic. It probably would have been if we weren't so tired, but it made it nice. She ran her hands wherever she could reach and I settled for touching and cupping her breast. It filled my hand and I was excited anticipating the feel of her bare flesh. It didn't occur to me that she would stop me. She didn't.

I reached under her shirt and slipped the bra over her tit. The skin was buttery soft but there was a firmer feel underneath. It felt bigger than I would have imagined because she rarely wore tight tops. I could feel the resistance of her rubbery nipple as my palm ran over it. As I touched her, she whispered, "Joey...Joey...Joey."

Mom was the one that started undressing. She took of her shirt and bra and then she stopped. She said, "Come to my bedroom baby." I was so hard I thought I would bust through my jeans. I followed her without a word. She drew the curtains even though there were only woods outside. There was still enough filtered light for me see how fine her body was as we both undressed completely. 

I hardly had a moment to admire her as we stood facing each other. The first body-to-body contact was electric; her skin all over mine, her lips on mine, her hands all over me. The pace accelerated. We were no longer tired. The kissing got stronger as passion took our mouths to each other. I was on her nipples, sucking, and she was moaning. She bent toward my cock and then went down on one knee. My cock was in my mother's mouth. 

Right from the beginning, there was no other conclusion I could have come to except - we were going to have sex. But it was still a shock when the actual physical things started happening. My cock was in my mother's mouth. The warm wet of her tongue and lips enveloped the thickened helmet. The closest I can come to describing that frozen moment, that surreal experience, is to say it again; my cock was in my mother's mouth.

It wasn't there for long. I wanted it there forever, but she only sucked back and forth three or four times. She stood back up again and kissed me as she pressed and rolled my tongue with hers. She said, "Come here baby."

She led me to the bed and spread herself, beckoning me. I can't say I was lucid or being responsible, it was just that she had drummed safe sex in to me so many times, so I said, "Mom, I don't have a condom." 

She "It's okay love, don't worry." I figured she was on the pill or something and I approached her with cock in hand pointing it at her pussy. Her bush was fuller than the trimmed girls I had been out with. She opened herself for me with one hand and with the other she reached to direct me into her pussy.

As my cock pushed into soft splitting flesh, she said, "Oh darling yes, yes sweet baby." I pressed home and was fully inside her. It's hard enough to describe what it feels like to be inside a woman when it's going good, it's even harder when the woman is your mother and it's going great. I usually had no trouble staying in control but as mom moved and moaned, I had to fight not to come right away. I held her arms in, and slowed the pace until my stroking was even and steady. Mom was smiling; it was beautiful to see her smile and say, "Yes Joey, like that, that's good," and things like that, over and over, as I fucked her.

I can close my eyes now and remember it all the from the feelings, but not from the words. That's how I remember what it was like to have my flesh inside my mother's. The sliding in and out of a pussy that that was so out of bounds it's not supposed to enter the realm of possibility. It was impossible, but I was inside my mother's pussy, pushing in as far as I could. I still pushed harder until I heard her moan and I knew I had filled her completely. She pulled me in and held me to her. She wrapped her legs around me and pushed up with a sound that could only mean that she wanted me in her as deep as she could take me. Before I could stroke her anymore she said, "OH, oh, oh, darling, I'm coming, I'm coming."

I wasn't set for either of us to come, but I pressed into her again and again as she repeated, "Yes, yes, yes..." Her face, her voice, and the word's were filled with gladness. I could see that she wanted to be kissed so I bent over to put my mouth on hers.


I kept kissing her and when she slowed her movements, I sat up while I was still hard inside her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She said, "Oh Joey, Joey, Joey...my lovely Joseph." Mom hardly ever called me by my name; it was always a sweet loving, 'baby, or sweetheart, or darling.' But the sound of my name never sounded so sexy as the way she was saying it. 

I keep moving my hips and she made nice sounds. I took her tits and kneaded them and she purred at the massage, until I tugged on the long nipples and she yelped and laughed. She stopped laughing when I began rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes as I teased the button. I put her legs over my shoulders and positioned myself to take her again. I penetrated her harder and faster as I opened her wide. Each plunging penetration went through wet flesh from the lips of her vagina through the soft channel, to the depths of her belly. As I felt my orgasm build I said, "That's good mom; that's so good."

Her "OH's" became shorter and quicker in pulse with my strokes." I felt her fingers pressing into the muscles of my back. I started to come. As the first cord of cum poured into my mother's pussy, I experienced the exquisite release. My own noises drowned out my mother's, so it wasn't until a few moments later that I realized she was coming again. It felt almost as good to know that as it did to fill her pussy with my sperm. It felt as if my whole body was coming, as each penetration left more of me in her. I kept stroking long after my juices were exhausted. When it was over, mom said, "That was beautiful Joey."

I said, "Unbelievable mom." We both exhaled at the same time and laughed. We rested side by side. We talked.

She said, "Peter is having an affair; I guess that's nothing new." I thought the first thing we would talk about would be the unfathomable thing that had just happened, but she started talking about Peter. Peter married my mom when I was five. I never called him dad, mostly because he didn't want me to. All I knew about my real father was that my mother said that she didn't marry him because 'It didn't work out.' 

In the past, I had sensed for a long time that mom was unhappy with Peter. I even once said after they had a bad fight, "Why don't you just get out mom?"

She only said, "It's complicated honey." What was clear was that she didn't want to talk about it. Now she said, "I don't care what Peter does; I'm not going to be alone anymore. I knew it was you that I wanted for a while now." I realized she had been talking about what had just happened all along. She said, "Are you sorry...or mad at me for this baby?"

I said, "Mom, that was great."

She said, "Yes baby it was, but I mean, what about me being your mother and all, does that bother you because I would feel terrible if I...I stopped myself so many times in the past, but you seemed like you liked me that way...the way you look at me sometimes I thought..."

"Of course I wanted to mom, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to; it's not like it never crossed my mind, I just never thought that you would want to."

"Oh honey I'm glad, I would never want to hurt you."

I put my hand on her tit and kissed her. I said, "Mom, that was the furthest thing from 'hurt' that I ever felt." 

She smiled and said, "Oh honey..." as we kissed and touched in prelude to making love again. We made love in the morning again and it seemed as if neither of us could get enough. In the following days, we were crazed lovers making up for lost time.

But you know how after going to bed with someone a few times, there's a certain kind of inevitable discussion? For me, someone always said something like, 'What are we doing here,' or 'what is this,' or 'where is this going'? Well, we never had that discussion. And remember now, this is my mother I'm having sex with every day, so you'd think there'd be a lot of talk about it, but there wasn't. We were just there, doing what we were doing, and we were having fun. I'm talking before, after, and sometimes during sex, we laughed and had fun. 

During the first two weeks, we only left the house to walk in the woods, go to a movie, or visit one of the town's two restaurants. We went to the mall once, because I wanted to buy some sexy stuff for mom. I liked the fantasy dress-up and mom found it fun too. We played at everything. She was a bride, a maid, and a virgin. I was her master, a john, and her pimp. 

Fuck, did she look good all made up and wearing stockings and heels. I can picture her now as she stood by the window looking out into the woods, with the sun bathing her body. She didn't hear me and I just stared at her body. The heels she wore gave her legs had that perfect curve. The sheer white stockings took my eyes up to her naked ass. The pumps forced it out enticingly and they made her breasts, that I could only see from the side, jut out. Even today, it's a perfect picture that I don't need to take out of my wallet to see.

The first weekend that Peter came up was bizarre. He was there, but we didn't want to stop. Once at dinner he said, "What the fuck are you smiling at?" I was tempted to tell him. We managed to get together whenever he was out of the house. Once, we went into the woods and we both found the sneaking around so funny that we laughed all the way through as mom held on to a tree and I took her pussy from behind. And once we did it while he was in the house. The hardest thing was trying not to make those noises. Mom was usually pretty loud during sex and I could also let loose once in a while. We were in my room and I was inside her when Peter came up the stairs calling out, "Diane, where the hell are you?" 

I yelled through the door, "She's taking a walk, and could you be quiet, I'm trying to read." He made some snide comment and went back down. 

Mom pulled me deeper into her and whispered, "I hope you're reading the Kama Sutra," and I almost lost it, but we ultimately managed to get back to the business at hand. 

The summer went by with the speed, power, and light, of a lightning flash. We found as many ways to pleasure each other as we could. My mother indulged me in ways that usually only come in a boy's fantasy. She'd say, "Tell me what you like so mama can take care of you." I liked everything, and I especially liked being in her mouth, probably because I'd never been sucked with that kind of love before.

The sex surprised me, but what surprised me more was that the subject of love didn't come up. Not that we didn't tell each other 'I love you,' we just didn't discuss it. I found myself in an unusual position. I was the one who was thinking about 'what is this thing' and 'where is it going?' 

The week before Labor Day, I found myself considering not going away to school and staying with mom. I had worked hard to get into Michigan State, but it didn't seem important anymore. That was when things changed. Mom became withdrawn and quiet. Nothing I said or asked would draw her out. She started having excuses not to have sex and finally two days before we were going to close up the house she said, "Honey, we have to stop now." I started saying something, but she stopped me and said, "No baby, no more. It was a wonderful...magical summer, but it's over now. We're going back to our lives."

She wouldn't listen to any of the 'But mom, you...but mom, I...' that I had to offer. She wouldn't discuss it. I'd never seen her so stubborn and adamant. I couldn't believe I wasn't going to touch her or be inside her anymore. When we were making love I had thought she would be there for me forever. It's terrible when forever ends. 

The day I left for school, mom kissed me on the cheek before leaving me at the airport. I might have believed I made it all up in my mind and nothing had ever happened between us if I didn't see the tear that rolled down her face. 

For four years I came home for holidays. Mom did call all the time, but we never talked about the affair after I tried bringing it up once, and she absolutely refused to say a word about it. The summers were different because Peter didn't want to 'waste money' on the place in New Hampshire since he never went up. Of course that was because his girlfriend lived in the city. 

Mom usually had the summers off from her job at City Hall, but she worked through because my school was so expensive. I got a job at a clothing store in the mall. Even with that, I wouldn't have had enough money, but mom got Peter to kick in the balance. Their relationship was almost non-existent and I didn't understand why they even stayed together. I was glad when I graduated because I wouldn't have to depend on Peter, or make my mom work more than she had to.

My mother came to the graduation and I got her a room at a motel near the school. She was very emotional at the ceremony because I was the speaker representing the International Studies program. I introduced her to Donna, the girl I was dating, and we went out to dinner. Seeing her dressed up and made up brought the affair back to the front of my mind. After the evening, we dropped mom off. The more I thought about it, the more I knew that didn't want to go home with Donna. I wanted to be with mom, in the motel, the way we were that summer. 

I told Donna I wasn't feeling well and after taking her to her dorm, I went to the motel and knocked on mom's door. My heart was flying; I was going to make her listen. I wasn't going to take no for an answer. When she didn't answer the door, I thought she might be in the shower.

My mind flitted back to a time during our affair that she had sucked me in the shower. She sucked me as if she was possessed. She stopped long enough to lick the leathery sack and feel my balls on her lips. She then made her way up the long shaft, lapping the warm water off it. I usually came pretty hard with mom, but there was no way she could have been prepared for the torrent of cum I sent into her mouth. It poured in and overflowed no matter how fast she swallowed. 

And then she kept on sucking. It didn't take her that long to make me come again. The third time, the build-up was excruciatingly long. She used her hands and fingers and tits until I was hard again and I remember how intense the orgasm was that third time. It almost hurt it was so good to come in her warm mouth. This whole reverie took place in my mind as I waited for her to come to door after my second knock. Still, there was no answer.

I went to the desk to call the room and the clerk said that she had checked out. I checked my cell and there was a message from her that said that she had decided to leave and would call me tomorrow. I was so angry with her. It didn't make sense to be angry at your mother for not being there to sleep with you, but I was. I didn't answer her call the next day.

When she finally did hear from me, she was upset and worried. I told her I was sorry, but I still said to her that I wouldn't be coming home for a visit because I would be too busy during the summer. I was offered an apprenticeship in Washington D.C. at a company that traded internationally. They wanted me because my major had been China studies; I could even write, and speak in vernacular Mandarin. 

I knew I would have to move on and forget about her sexually, but it didn't prove very easy. I realized that it wasn't an accident that I had been with six different girls at Michigan. The worst part was that I knew that it wasn't only the sex. I loved being with mom; even a sandwich tasted better when I was with her. 

The company sent me for more intensive language training and I worked hard for months. They offered me a full time position at more money than I ever thought I would make. I decided to take it, and settle in D.C. 

I didn't ask mom to visit because I knew what I would want, and I thought that I should get on with my life as best I could. She called me every few days and when she said that she and Peter were through, I was surprised. I said, "What happened?" 

She said, "It was time, we didn't need each other any more."

I asked her what she meant and she said, "I needed him so that you could go to school and he needed me for my contacts at City Hall. He's all set with his business now, and so are you Joseph, so..." 

I felt badly and said, "Mom I never wanted you to do that; we could have got by."

She said, "It was the most important thing to me baby; I'm not sorry." She then said, "Oh by the way I met this man..."

I snapped at her, "Mom I don't want to hear about who you're seeing or going to bed with."

She laughed and said, "No silly, I met a man who went to Michigan State and also works for your company. His name is John Alter, do you know him?"

I laughed, "No mom, it's a huge company. And by the way, just so you know what your sacrifice means to me..." 

I told her about their offer and how much I would be making and she started to cry, telling me how happy she was. She got all excited and she said, "Honey, won't you come home for Christmas, there's so much I want to talk to you about, and I want to see you; do you have some time off?"




The Affair



I told her that I would have a four-day weekend, and then I said, "I'll come to see you." 

So it was settled, and when the time came, I was nervous. I had all kinds of thoughts, hopes, and doubts. I had no idea how it would turn out. She met me at the airport and the kiss on the cheek told me that my doubts were going to win out. We talked all the way home. She said, "I have to sell the house so that Peter and I can split the money." I asked her where she would go and she said, "I'm not sure, maybe I'll rent for a while, I have a few months to decide."

I said, "Mom, can we finally talk about what we never talk about."

Quietly, she said, "Okay." 

"Mom," I said, "We could have been together; we could have made it work."

"No baby," she said. "We couldn't; there were so many reasons why not. Joey, first of all, there was too many years between us. I know that because that was a big problem with Peter. It was okay when we started, he was thirty and I was twenty, but by the time he was forty, he still wanted a twenty year old, and to tell you the truth I didn't want him any more."

"But we wanted each other didn't we mom?"

"Of course we did baby, but I couldn't let you stay with me. I saw how involved you were getting, and what was happening to me. It was becoming more than sex and I had to end it. I wasn't going to let you give up the chance to become someone. That was the most important thing to me; I swore to myself I would make sure you got through school. I know you would have stayed, and I couldn't let it happen."

"But couldn't we have gone on, even if I went to school?"

She said, "I don't think so, and anyway the other reason was that...don't get mad, but you were just too young to know what you wanted; you'd only had a handful of relationships, and after a while you would have wanted to move on to see what was out there. I needed you to get over me so you could have a good life."

I put my hand on her arm as she drove and said, "Mom, do you know something? None of that matters now. What you did and why you did it...I understand, and I'm grateful, but the fact is, I've been out there, and I'm not over you...just tell me one thing mom, are you over me?"

There was a catch in her voice when she said, "No...I'll never be over you."

I said, "Pull over." When the car came to a stop we held a kiss that almost melted away the four and a half years I spent without her. I said, "Mom, do you love me more than anything else in the world, like I love you?"

She said, "Yes baby, of course I do."

"Then let's go home," I said.

I spent the remaining ten minutes having sex with her in my head, I kept reaching over to touch her breasts, or her face, or her legs. I tried not to get us killed, but it was hard to keep my hands off her. Once inside the house, we kissed until our mouths hurt. When her bra came off, I sucked her nipples raw. When her panties came off, I was surprised. She had trimmed her pussy. I said, "When did you do that?"

She laughed, "This morning. I did it for you. Do you like it?"

Her pussy looked beautiful and I said, "I love it mom, but that means that you thought that we..."

"Well, I kind of hoped..."

I laughed, "You know mom, I guess I kind of hoped too." I went to my bag and took out the bottle of love oil I had brought." 

She got serious and said, "Sweetheart, I'm so glad you still want me."

I could have come just putting the oil on her body - sliding along her flanks, over her breasts, tracing the curves of her legs and ass, over her belly and pussy. As I felt her, my sense memory kicked in. Every inch of her body was there again, as it had been during the affair, waiting to be explored. And if hands could come, mine would have. 

She put some oil on me, and when our bodies met, the sensuous feel of skin on skin multiplied. I said, "Mom it's been almost five years since I touched you, since I held you and kissed you, and a day didn't go by that I didn't want to."

She said, "It was terrible for me too baby, I never stopped thinking about you. Come be inside me love, I can't wait anymore."

When I came to her, she was ready. The cock in my hand was thick and hard as an iron pipe and she welcomed it. When the head of my cock spread her vagina open, she was as wet inside as her slickly oiled skin. As I penetrated my mother's pussy she said, "Oh Joey, sweetheart, my body was aching for you. I thought you were never going to be inside me again, but you're here, now, inside me, and it's so good; I missed you so much baby."

I said, "I missed you too mom, I missed loving you like this; I missed your pussy." I gave her more and I could feel myself at the end of her. She took me all in. It was wonderful; we were making love again, she was filled with me and we were both filled with all the feelings of love and sex that both of us could hold. It felt so good to have a mother who could love her son with her heart and her body.

When I turned her to take her from behind, she got on all fours. I reached for her breasts and let them slip through my hands and fingers, pulling on the elongated nipples each time. I rubbed some more oil on the globes of her ass and the shine accentuated the roundness of her flesh. I said, "You still have the best ass I've ever seen." She laughed and I put a slick finger into her hole.

She said, "Ooh that feels nice." I kissed her back and worked my finger, and she said, "Be inside me there baby." She didn't have to say it twice. We'd done a lot of things, in lots of positions during the affair, but we never had anal sex. Not that I hadn't thought about it, I just wasn't sure how she'd feel about it so I didn't bring it up. Now it was up, and I was up, and after slathering oil all over my cock I placed the knob on her pucker. She took a breath.

With both hands I spread my mother's cheeks apart. I pressed my hips forward. When the head penetrated, mom tensed for a moment and moaned. I could feel her fighting the panic and making herself relax. It went easier after the thick knob passed through the ring. 

My cock entered her and I stroked a few times feeling the heat and the pressure of her small channel. I imagined how it must feel for her to have a big rod of flesh in that small place. She moaned in a good way and I went in deeper. I loved the tightness and the pressure, and I loved what she was giving me. Each stroke brought the whole length and width of my shaft into the depths of my mother. I was glad to be her lover, and her son. I was proud to be both. She was moaning loudly and she told me it was good. She said, "I'm for you baby, all for you." I wondered if she'd ever had anal sex before. I didn't want to know. Everything was a first between us, and I decided never to ask her. 

I liked taking her that way and it was much harder for me to keep from coming than when I was in her pussy. Her ass gripped me and massaged me as I gave her the full length of my shaft. I said, "Only you can love me the way I need to be loved mom." 

She said, "Yes baby, I want to love you like that." Physically it may have been the best sex I'd ever felt, but at that moment I also wanted the emotional connection with my mother. I didn't want to come like that, I wanted to come looking at my mother's face, kissing her lips, and telling her that I loved her. I turned her on her back and went back into her ass until all of me filled her. I loved her with my words and with my body. 

As I stroked, I said, "Mom I want you with me all the time; come to D.C. with me."

She said, "Yes, baby, yes. We'll start all over; we'll be together. " We moved as one and got lost in the feelings of each other's body. I pressed as much of my thick flesh as I could into her ass and with a small cry in her voice she said, "Oh Joey I'm so happy."

Happy couldn't begin to describe what I was feeling. I let my kiss tell my mother what was in my heart as I came closer to coming inside her. I felt her fingers reach the place of our connection and touch my shaft as it moved in and out of her tight channel. She rubbed her clit and I could feel that she was about to come too. Stroke after stroke had us both moving wildly. I couldn't tell who was moaning as I began to fill her ass with my creamy charge. 

I let myself go into her and she said, "Yes love, fill me Joey...oh love, love, love..." I couldn't stop coming as her spasms tightened the hold she had on my cock. Each release sent a creamy expression of love into my mother's body. And each time she yielded to me she said, "I love you Joey...I love you Joey..." With the last few strokes into her I had one final exquisite release. After a moment of sweet silence and a loving kiss, mom exhaled and said, "Oh darling, I can't wait to go and live with you, it'll be wonderful."

We are together now, and it's more than wonderful. 



The Affair



The affair began one day with a conversation on the Internet. We had met in one of those sites that specialize in married people. The site was for those that were unhappy, or at least unfulfilled in their personnel or sexual life as they sought someone else to fill the needs they had.

My story was one of loneliness. My wife left for long periods of time, going to exotic places. I stayed at home with the kids and the laundry. When my wife was at home, sex wasn't part of the equation much anymore. After 20 plus years, two kids, and menopause about to happen, the feelings of sexuality got left behind the feelings of exhaustion. She didn't notice the neglect she was giving me; only that I rarely touched her anymore, which seemed fine most of the time.

The woman I met was just as lonely, just as isolated. She rarely got a touch, a kiss, or a hug from her husband, He usually was asleep by the time she came to bed. Most of the time it was the alcohol he drank each night, and then when they did make love, it was over before she even got stimulated it seemed. After awhile, she thought why bother at all.

We began to talk via email. I was interested in her, and she seemed interested in me. I wanted to meet right away, but she held off until she was sure I wasn't a pervert that would do something strange or worse, harmful to her if we met.

The day arrived for us to meet. She dressed in a plain shirt, and jeans, with little makeup. She didn't know why, but she felt maybe it was safer that way, not to look too anxious or sexual. I was nervous and couldn't sleep the night before. I arrived at the McDonald's a half hour early. I'd gotten out at least twice to go piss, hoping I'd get back to the truck before she came. We had agreed to meet inside so each of us could not see what the other drove. I told her I would sit in the first booth on the right as you walk in the door. 

It was time. I got out of the truck, and locked the door. I was so nervous, I did not notice I left the keys in the ignition with the engine running.

I walked in the door, and turned right. There was a woman sitting in the booth. I wondered, 'Is it her?" Maybe, but she was a little different than the picture she had sent me. In the pictures, she had on a summer dress, more makeup and looked a little younger. I walked over to the booth. 

"Hello there" she said, "I'm Molly and held out her hand."

I sat down in the booth across from her. The conversation was strained at first, but we managed to laugh at each other's joke or two, and finally I asked,

"Would you like to go for a walk? There's a park right down the street!" 

Molly agreed, and we went out to my truck, forgetting the agreement we had not to know what the other drove. I noticed the door locked, and the engine running, and looked at her kind of embarrassed. I told her I was nervous, and Molly smiled at my honesty. I opened the door with my spare key, and before I could say anything, she was beside me. 

Molly said, "Can I sit next to you?" as she moved her hand to my wrist, almost touching my crotch. 

I said of course, as I noticed her smile, and glanced down her shirt where I could almost see her nipples through the bra. I noticed I had a little trouble getting in the cab because of the now bulging form beneath my zipper.

Molly smiled at me as she brushed her hair back and put on her seat belt. Those nipples and breasts were right there again, and I wondered if she had unbuttoned a button or two? I put the transmission in drive and drove off as she touched my leg. I pulled out on to the street and headed down the block to the park, and put my hand down and wrapped my fingers around hers. She smelled good in the enclosed cab of the truck.

We got out together at the park and started to walk down the path around the lake. I put my arm around her waist and almost instinctively Molly looked at me, smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. We walked slowly around the lake, smiling, flirting, and kissing lightly. We sat on the park bench, and I pulled her to me and kissed her harder now. She responded with a deep, French kiss. We almost forgot where we were as we touched each other. I ran my hands over her breasts, and down her sides as she started to pull, and rub at my crotch. Our kissing got more aggressive, more animated, and more erotic.

I suddenly pulled back, and whispered in her ear as I nibbled on an earlobe. 

"Did you mean what you said in one of your emails that you liked sex when it was somewhat forced?" 

She smiled and said, "As long as you don't hurt me!" 

I told her to tell me when it was too hard or rough, or she wanted to stop, and she said she would.

I looked her in the eyes, and said "Come with me then." 

I led her into one of the outdoor racquetball courts. I shut the door, and then pushed her back against the wall. My hands were all over her now, more aggressive then before. My kissing was passionate, my tongue probed deep for hers. She was wild with anticipation as I pulled her shirt out of her pants, and almost ripped the buttons apart. My hands found her bra, and I pushed it up to expose her hard, erect nipples to the cool air. I grabbed one nipple and pinched it, and then stuck it in my mouth. I knew she was excited as my tongue was going around and around each nipple, and my hands made their way down her stomach and unbuttoned her pants.

She probably thought about telling me no, but the words couldn't get out of her mouth. All that came out was a slight moan as my teeth bit lightly down on her nipple and my fingers found her wet cunt.

I worked fast now, pulling her panties down to her angles as I kissed my way down her stomach. She grasped as my tongue found her wet pussy, and she squirmed when my tongue entered her. I spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers and probed her with my tongue. Her eyes started to glaze over as she barely managed to stand there and let me make work of her flesh.

I straightened up about the time Molly thought she would squirt all over my face, and my stiff hard cock entered her. She barely had time to wrap her legs around my back as I thrust myself deep into her, pounding and working her pussy like she wanted and needed, but never got from her husband. She exploded before she knew it was coming, the orgasm sending ripples through her body. She could hardly hang on to my back and her legs felt weak. I stopped and stared into her eyes, and smiled.

"Have you ever tasted your own love juices," I asked. 

Molly shook her head and I'm sure she wondered what was next. I pulled out of her, and let her go. She barely could stand, but it didn't matter any longer as I took her by the shoulder, and pushed her down on her knees. She couldn't believe what I wanted her to do, but she licked at the wet juices that now covered my cock. I was very hard, and stiff, and she licked at it carefully at first. 

She told me it tasted salty, and sweet at the same time, a mixture of my cock and her juices. She decided it wasn't so bad, so she put my cock in her mouth and swallowed pre-cum and juice as she took it all in. She started to rub my balls as I pushed and pulled on her hair as she fucked my cock with her mouth. Cum oozed out of her lips as she got into the rhythm and the desire to give me the pleasures I had given her. 

She stroked my balls with her fingernails and played with the top of my cock with her tongue. She could barely hear my moans above the wind and the muffled laughter of the children from outside the court. Molly wondered what they would do if they knew the erotic scene that played out just inside these walls.

I stopped my thrusts suddenly and grabbed her hair harder. She could taste more of my pre-cum now, and she suddenly wanted to taste the hot juices down the back of her throat. She pumped her mouth harder against my shaft and suddenly her mouth and throat were filled with my juice as my cock pulsated against her lips. She let it all shoot into her mouth, filling it with hot, salty cum. She swallowed, and then licked the head of my cock as she pulled away from me.

She thought we were done, but I pulled her up, kissed her hard, and then told her to turn around and grab the wall. She bent over as I pushed her down into position. My fingers found her wet pussy again, and I rubbed it with one hand as my other began to rub her nipple and breast. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my slightly limp member. She rubbed my balls and my cock and wondered if I would get hard enough to enter her again. To her surprise I did, and I thrust my cock in to her in what seemed like no time. She turned and faced the floor, her hands against the cinder block wall as she felt my cock begins to work inside her again. 

Finally after a few thrusts she spread her legs apart a little more to get a better position. There, I found it, her G-spot. Molly threw her head back and closed her eyes to the feeling she was having. I worked her hard now, knowing I had touched the spot that made her feel good. She rocked with pleasure against my thrusts, letting her hips sway with my motion to better let me get deep and touch her zone.

I rocked her hard as she grabbed the wall with her fingers until they almost bled. The orgasm rose slowly in her at first, then it came over her like a freight train going down the tracks. She let it come on fast as she enjoyed it, this pleasure with a man that she had only met. She wanted it to last; and she grabbed harder now to make sure I was on the place that felt so good. 

She shook with pleasure, and her knees buckled under her. I grabbed her around the waist to keep her from falling to the floor. I twisted her around now, as she held on tight to my chest. Her breathing was rapid at first; her throat was dry from the heavy breathing. I held her tight and kissed her neck. She nuzzled against my neck and shoulder, and didn't want to let go...ever. 

Molly knew it would be over sometime, but she said she wanted to smell my body next to hers, and feel her nipples and breasts against my chest. 

She wrapped one of her naked legs around mine, her wet sticky pubic hair against my leg. She said, "I hope you don't mind", as my warm naked leg felt good against her swollen cunt.

We held each other for a long time, and finally she looked at me and smiled. I looked at her, and kissed her lips, not caring that I could taste the sex from both of us. I just knew I wanted her again. I wanted her here, and in my bed. I hoped she would agree to meet again, and I hoped that I hadn't been too rough or crazy with her.

I looked into her eyes, and her smile told me all I wanted to know.

She wanted me again, just as much as I wanted her...