11 comments/ 140660 views/ 40 favorites Affair By: Many Feathers Affair? How do I explain? What is an affair, and what isn't? All I can do is start from the beginning and let you decide. My wife Rachel and I lived next door to our very best friends and neighbors for several years. In all that time we'd never even discussed, nor approached the possibility of doing anything outside our marriage, let alone with anyone we knew. As friends, we were certainly comfortable discussing and talking about anything and everything of course. Including sex. But that was always as far as it went. And besides, we were after all, 'best friends'. And you didn't fool around with a buddy's wife. Nor did he (usually) fool around with yours either. Brad and Cindy were certainly no prudes. We had on some few occasions gone on camping trips with them, "tent camps" as we called them, and had listened to the two of them making love inside their tent next to ours. Obviously, it wasn't all that difficult to hear pretty much everything that was going on. Which of course always got Rachel and I feeling rather randy ourselves, and of course we'd end up getting it on, knowing full well that they could hear us too! And so it was, on and on over the course of a few years time with titillating discussions from time to time, the occasional 'boff in the woods', but nothing more than that. One of the few hobbies that Brad and I shared, and enjoyed doing with one another periodically, was exchanging X-rated movies whenever one or the other of us got a new one. We didn't sit down and watch them together as couples or anything. Neither one of the wives was really up for that, which was something else we both felt was a shame. But at least our wives usually did enjoy watching them with us from time to time. Brad had just gotten several in the mail and had informed me as such. I gave him several blank tapes so he could make copies for me, and waited anxiously for a weekend of perverted pleasure on tape. As there were some things my wife didn't enjoy watching, I always did a quick preview of whatever Brad recorded for me so I could skip over those parts whenever Rachel and I were watching them together. Just before leaving the house one Saturday as Brad had some work to do at the office, he dropped by handing me several tapes to watch later on that afternoon. Rachel and Cindy had made plans to go out shopping together, so I knew that I would have several hours of uninterrupted viewing pleasure ahead of me. I was already sporting a hard-on just thinking about it when Cindy dropped by to pick up Rachel. Admittedly, Cindy was attractive. And I'd harbored those secret naughty fantasies about seeing her and Rachel together. Again, something that was never going to happen of course, but it was fun to think about. Two attractive women, my wife a shorthaired brown-eyed brunette, and Cindy a typical blue-eyed blonde, licking one another's cunts. Oh yeah...definitely a nice fantasy. Already horny anyway as I looked forward to watching a few movies, I answered the doorbell when it rang, knowing full well whom it was. What I wasn't as prepared for however was seeing Cindy standing there in a tight-fitting halter top that outlined her full rounded breasts perfectly. "Hey David, is Rachel ready yet?" she asked stepping into the house. Just because I'm not the type to fool around, doesn't mean I don't get a lusty thrill out of semi-innocent opportunities either. Stepping back just enough to let her in, Cindy still brushed against me as she stepped in through the door. Though I admittedly made it nearly impossible for her not to have done so in the first place, feeling her breast brush against me as she entered. She cast one of those knowing looks at me without saying the obvious. Which was just as well. It was another one of those rare games we all played from time to time. Keeping things innocent enough to keep all of us out of any real trouble, but just naughty enough to make it fun. "Should be down any time now," I told her following her into the room. "Would you care for something to drink while you're waiting?" "Nah, we'll stop and get something a bit later during our shopping," Cindy informed me. "By the way, what's on your agenda for this afternoon?" I knew full well that she knew her husband had just given me several X-rated tapes. Still in a randy frame of mind, I didn't mind telling her the truth of what my personal plans were. "Thought I'd go sit in the den, watch those new movies your husband just got, and get nice and horny," I admitted Cindy laughed, and I even think I saw her face blush with the knowledge of that. "I'm sure you'll do a lot more than simply get horny." I grinned back at her. It was enough, as she blushed even more. "Probably." "I'm surprised," she began. "I wouldn't think with you and Rachel getting it on all the time that you'd still enjoy masturbating?" Admittedly, she took me by surprise with that comment. But as I think she was now feeling a little frisky herself, I decided to play along and keep the conversation going as long as I was able to. "I'm surprised Rachel hasn't already told you. But I still masturbate nearly every single day. And I wouldn't be surprised if Brad does too. Just because I do, doesn't mean I'm not ready, willing, and able to make love with my wife any time she's in the mood." Turn about was fair play perhaps. As I caught another one of those looks, though this one was a bit more curious. Though I was somewhat disappointed when Cindy didn't follow that learned bit of knowledge up with another naughty little question or two. And maybe she would have, but just then Rachel came downstairs from the bedroom, purse in hand and obviously anxious to go. "Be back in a few hours," Rachel said leaning over to give me an affectionate kiss. I of course took the opportunity to grab a handful of my wife's breast when she did, knowing once again that Cindy had watched me do it. Which had been my intent in the first place. "I bet I know what you're going to be doing this afternoon," Rachel said pulling away from me, thus forcing me to release her. "I hope you don't spend the entire afternoon watching movies. There's still that light fixture in the bedroom I'd like you to put in." "Yes dear," I said playfully. But when Rachel shot me one of her patented looks, it wasn't quite the same as the two I had previously gotten from Cindy. Almost conspiratorially, I watched through the front room window as the girls walked arm in arm out to the car, whispering to one another nearly the entire way. I wished momentarily that I'd somehow been able to bug my wife's bra or something so that I could hear what they were talking about. I half-guessed it had something to do with my favorite past time, which I was dying to know if Cindy was actually confirming with Rachel or not. Either way, it was another one of those nice naughty, semi-innocent fantasies to stand there thinking about. Which of course also reminded me that I still had a hard-on, as well as several movies to preview before they got back. That, and a light fixture to install in our bedroom. Grabbing the first unmarked tape out of the sack Brad had given me, I inserted it into the VCR, sat back unzipping my jeans, removing them, and prepared for at least an hours worth of self-pleasuring. The first thing I noticed was that the quality of the tape was far from perfect. Especially the lighting, and figured that Brad had ordered several of those amateur home videos we both enjoyed watching from time to time, and that I actually preferred viewing. The second thing I noticed however was that the inside of this bedroom looked familiar. And as Cindy stepped into view, I suddenly knew why. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. As Cindy walked into the bedroom wearing one of her sexy negligees, I realized that the person holding the video camera was obviously Brad. The fact that he'd zoomed in on his own dick a moment later caught me as funny. But I also knew in that instant that my having this tape was an obvious mistake. Somehow he'd gotten one of their private videos mixed in with the ones he'd recorded for me. I wrestled briefly with that sudden knowledge wondering if I should eject the tape and somehow return it to him, with the assurances of course that I hadn't watched it. And then I thought the likelihood of his believing me as nil. Which is what I would think had our situations been reversed. Under those circumstances, I would eventually return the tape to him without saying a word, and let him wonder if I had, or hadn't seen it. Having come to that decision, I now settled back to enjoy a rather unexpected treat, enjoying my afternoon, even if I didn't get that damn light fixture installed. Watching as Brad focused the camera in and out on Cindy would have been almost laughable had we been watching it together. But under the circumstances, his amateuristic attempt at photography was easily overlooked. Finally positioning the camera on a steady surface, pointed towards the bed, I now watched as the two of them began engaging in much more intimate acts. I still had reservations about watching. But with dick in hand, it was two votes to one in favor of watching as opposed to "ejaculating" the tape from the VCR as I jokingly told myself. I continued to stroke, getting off on the very nasty, erotic little voyeuristic movie I was so enjoying. Although I got a sort of sadistic, twisted kick out of watching my best friend getting a blow-job from his wife, it was watching her as she began to literally spank his monkey so to speak, when things really got interesting. As Cindy hand-slapped Brad's dick, I suddenly got more aroused and excited than I'd ever been. Which included watching any other X-rated movie I'd ever seen before. There was something about the way she did it for one thing. But the other, was the pleasure-pained look on my buddy's face that did me in. I'd never seen anyone look like that for one thing. And for another, I'd never seen anyone look so devilishly wicked while doing it. Cindy looked absolutely crazed. And I loved it! I'd already shot my wad, joining them both in a nice long drawn out cum-wrenching orgasm that had me seeing stars, when I looked up and saw the blue screen on the TV. I figured the show was over, careful not to trip out of my pants as I made my way over to rewind the tape. Just as I was about to hit the button however, the screen changed. Suddenly, there was Cindy lying on the bed all by herself. Taking two steps back, I repositioned myself on the couch finally locating the remote control, which had fallen between the cushions and turned up the sound. "Hey baby..." I heard Cindy's voice begin saying. "I thought I'd surprise you with this naughty little video for you honey. I'm going to put it in the VCR where you can find it tomorrow night after you get home from your trip. Along with a note on the door telling you to watch it first of course before coming upstairs to bed. I want you good and horny when you get here! Now, sit down, relax. You can even play with yourself a little if you want to. But NO cumming baby. I want you to save all that fuck juice for me honey!" "Oh fuck!" I thought as I began watching Cindy begin to spread her pussy and begin playing with it. And the best part was, she did it slowly, really working up to the grand finale as I realized later. I watched as Cindy started out with a single finger, slowly teasing herself, lubricating that pink-pearled button she exposed with the fingers of her other hand. Just watching her rubbing her clit was arousing as hell. Seeing her doing that, while simultaneously fingering one of those rose-tipped nipples I'd only fantasized of ever really seeing was the second hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. "Hmm baby. I'm imagining this is your tongue baby, licking my swollen little clitty. Can you see it? Am I close enough to the camera that you can see my nipple-clit as you call it honey? Oh Brad...it feels good. Do you know I love masturbating for you? That I love it when you watch me doing it? And how much I love watching you when you play with yourself for me?" "Oh fuck yeah baby!" I was thinking to myself. Wishing to hell that Rachel enjoyed masturbating even half as much as Cindy obviously did. I watched as she slipped two, then three fingers inside herself. Still pulling on her nipples, pinching and squeezing them as she did. I sat mesmerized as she began pummeling her cunt in a furious attempt to get herself off. That, or cause her hand to totally disappear somewhere up inside herself. And I wasn't at all sure which one was really happening. "You like it when I sometimes squirt too don't you Brad?" she asked the camera. Though I found myself nodding my head in eager agreement as though she had directly asked me. I'd heard of women who could squirt, slash...ejaculate, but I'd never seen it. Up until now anyway. "OH fuck yes!" I threw out a moment later. "Do it Cindy! Do it!" She had picked up a fairly good-sized vibrator; a large pink one with all sorts of knobby little bumps on it. Treated to the sight of her not only inserting it inside that glistening wet pussy, but watching again half-paralyzed as she twisted it around inside herself simultaneously was driving me crazy with renewed desire. "Oh baby. I wish this was your big fat cock fucking me now," she said teasing the camera. "Sucking my titty's, fucking my cunt with that big fat thick prick of yours!" Her expression defied description. Wanton, lusty...even vulgar, all those and more, many of which I couldn't put words too. "Wanna watch me cum honey? Wanna watch your wife's pussy squirting all that nice hot pussy juice in the air for you baby? Well, you're going too. Soon baby, soon. I'm so fucking hot, and so fucking horny for you honey. And you know how much I love having you watch me play with myself!" "Me too kiddo. Me too!" I thought somewhat guiltily, though unable to tear my eyes away from the screen, nor my hand away from my cock for that matter as I continued to squeeze it, milking as much pre-cum "fuck-juice" as she'd called it as I could, in order to better self-stimulate my prick with. Picking up another large sized wand-like vibrator, she now applied that directly against her clit while continuing to stroke that fat-pink toy in and out of that sloshy wet opening. I didn't even need to turn up the sound to hear all that squishishly delicious pussy juice as she continued playing with herself. Even the gentle hum of the wand couldn't compete with the eroticism I was listening to. Until of course, her own moans, groans and wails began to drown everything out. "Almost there now baby," Cindy said purring away like the contended pussy she was. "Gonna come hard....really, really hard for you. Hope it's as nice a squirter as you like them to be," she added. I watched as Cindy's face screwed up into a grimace that bordered on the bizarre. Orgasm can truly make a person vulnerable in appearance anyway. Which is probably a good reason why most of us never look in the mirror when we're cumming. It would embarrass the hell out of us for one thing. And ruin the orgasm of course, for the other. But watching Cindy as she obviously began to experience hers was like watching the most erotic, sensual experience any person could ever have. Which was followed immediately by a streamer of pearly-thick liquid that couldn't have been anything but one of those liquid female ejaculations I'd only heard and read about. Half tempted to turn the sound down on the TV as her scream suddenly bumped the sound up two octaves, I refrained from doing so as my own climatic release suddenly joined hers. Watching ribbon after ribbon of my ejaculate exploding from the head of my cock, I pointed it towards the screen, pridefully, if not somewhat sheepishly pleased when a long thick streamer of it actually hit the TV set, smearing her image slightly. Which was still ok, as she'd finished climaxing at that point too. Lust abated, for the moment anyway. I quickly wiped off the screen, rewound the tape, and sat there pondering how the hell I was going to get the tape back to them without their knowing I'd ever watched it. I finally decided that wasn't going to work, deciding to stick with my original idea. I'd simply hand it back without any explanation or comments at all, and let them wonder. Which had it's own unique little naughtiness to it. Besides adding to the already lusty smile still spread across my face. The only downside was. I had a light to install. But the upside was. I was going to fuck my wife's brains out after she got home. # As it was the first Sunday of the month, Rachel as always went to spend the day with her mother who lived well over an hour away. It was also Brad's monthly golf outing. I had sometimes filled in on their foursome if someone couldn't make it. And although I enjoyed golf, I wasn't anywhere's near Brad's ability to play neither the game, nor with the guys he usually played with. As such, I filled in whenever I was needed, which wasn't all that often. By the time Rachel had left, as she always got up and left early, the coffee was fresh, hot and waiting for me. Pouring myself a cup, I wandered over to the kitchen window. Brad was just leaving. I watched as he tossed his clubs in the trunk, turned waving...blowing Cindy a kiss, who I couldn't see at this angle. Though in my minds-eye I could. And, she was naked, lying on her bed, playing with herself. "Shit! The tape!" I said remembering I'd left it sitting in the VCR. It was at that very moment that I realized if I returned it, along with two or three others that I had borrowed previously, neither one of them might ever know I'd even seen it. Taking my clever idea with me upstairs to shower, I planned on heading next door as soon as I had dressed, handing them off to Cindy who I was sure would never think to even inspect them. Not without Brad's being there at least. And, it would also afford me the opportunity to secretly undress her, now that I had actually seen her in real life. "A nice way to start out the day anyway," I thought smiling. # Leaving through the back door I crossed our property to theirs, entering via the simple gate in the fence separating our yards. As I passed by the back of our neighbor's house, I glanced up through the window, which I knew was their bedroom, and froze. Though the blinds were partially closed, they weren't drawn fully, leaving a two to three inch gap at the bottom of the window. Standing as I was, I could see Cindy lying in bed, but even more importantly, I could also see she was nude, and playing with herself! Movement across their yard had also alerted her to my presence, so that she saw me at nearly the same moment I had seen her. Caught, without really intending to have spied on her, about all I could do was smile and continue on towards their back porch. I didn't wait to see what her reaction was, or what she did, suspecting she would meet me nevertheless, though I was grinning from ear to ear when she opened the door just as I was about to knock. "Morning David," she said in greeting. Though her tone of voice seemed a little more strained than usual. I noticed a rosy-red blush had spread across her cheeks. "We're certainly up early this morning aren't we?" she added, sounding a little more like her old self. I was still smiling as I entered holding out the three tapes to her as I did. "Wanted to drop these off before I forgot about them," I lamely explained. Taking them from me Cindy glanced at them briefly. "New? Or are these some you need to have Brad copy for you?" she asked looking them over. I watched as she glanced at the private tape, and swallowed. By the sudden change of expression on her face, she somehow recognized the tape. Obviously I had missed something. And then I saw it, a small white dot on the corner of the cassette. Affair I am lying here on my own in my bed, thinking about the times we have spent together. Those were stolen moments when my husband has thought I was shopping, or on some sort of errand and your wife assumed you were working. Never enough time, never enough time to spend looking, feeling, touching, tasting, listening: always aware that we were limited, had to return to our normal, everyday boring lives of work, family and responsibility, of pressure and bills. But what we would do in that time....passion and excitement...using our senses to explore each other; losing one another in each others' bodies, loving and laughing. Meeting you in a quiet corner of the countryside for a quick urgent fuck, bending me over the bonnet of the car, or on the back seat, thrusting your cock into my pussy, quickly, hard. Spending the afternoon on a blanket in the sunshine; taking our time to explore with our hands, fingers, our lips and tongues. And now you are on a business trip to Italy...without me....how am I going to make it through the next 3 weeks without seeing you? How am I going to endure my husband's fumbled advances? We have been together for so long that there is no passion, no surprises, no tenderness, and no consideration. When was the last time my husband bothered to take the time to make me cum? I can count on one hand the times in our 18 year marriage that he has made me cum. He is a good, kind man but no good with sex. Is it my fault? Maybe. You are the opposite. You love me the way I am. My curves, my body, my eyes, my lips. You want me. But you are not here now. You e-mail me to tell me how much you miss me and to ask me to tell you what would happen if I were with you... I would like to be wearing a long leather coat and heels...you would invite me in by moving to one and I would walk past you, saying nothing, giving you nothing but a glance as I pass. I put my bag down and turn, undoing my coat and letting it fall to the floor to show that I was wearing nothing but a black basque with red ribbon, a matching thong and stockings... I would walk over to you and undo your belt...then your zip...taking your trousers down, you have no underwear on. I look up at you as I do...and back you over to the bed where I push you down and kneel in front of you... You take hold of my hair while I take you in my mouth....pushing yourself deep into my throat...I nearly choke...slowly...deeply....I squeeze your balls...gently then harder...running my nails over the sack - you love it. I use the other hand to move up and down your shaft to the rhythm that only you and I hear. You pull me up so I am standing in front of you and take my tits out so you can lick and suck my nipples...tweak them between you teeth and pull at them with your fingers....you make me gasp with the pleasure of the pain you inflict. I will sit with you between my thighs...pushing you so you are laying on your back while I guide you into my pussy...so very wet...rocking back and forth....looking into your eyes...watching your face.....slowly...deeply...I have control...I sit up on my thighs so you are just entering...moving just ever so slightly...before plunging you deep inside me...again and again...slowly, gently and then faster and faster, deeper. Riding you hard. Moving together. We move so we change places so I am underneath you and kiss your way down till you are between my legs...licking my clit...sucking so that you can feel the blood surge.....feeling me cum. I close my eyes and let out a shout. I am now on all fours....you are behind me...and you are not interest in my pussy...you want to push your cock into my arse....gently...gently....there is a place that it hurts ever so slightly...you need to make sure I am wet....so you lick your thumb and slide it in, stretching me, making me ready for your cock....gently...slowly, working your way inside until you fill me...what a wonderful feeling....deep inside me....I can hear you breathing hard....but you are not ready to cum yet. You take your cock out and pull me forward and facing you, kneeling on the floor. You are holding my hair again so I am unable to move while you look deep into my eyes and wank, while you cum over my face and tits....warm liquid spurting everywhere. I open my mouth and taste you, lick my lips. You pull me to my feet and kiss me so you can taste you and me on my tongue and lips. I will be waiting for you. Affair I was 23 years old, a little thinner and a lot more foolish. I was pretty and knew men liked to look at my boobs. So working as a secretary on a construction sight was ideal. There was an engineer there. I knew I had caught his eye the day he arrived on the site from Alaska. We had lunch together that first day after I had processed his hiring paperwork. He was 45, married with 5 kids and had been working on the North Slope in Alaska for months. He had visited home for a short visit before coming to this construction job and was living in an apartment on his on. The engineers did not each have a secretary, but shared me. My soon-to-be lover was the youngest of the 3 and by far the most interesting to me. He wasn't much taller than me, but had a muscular physique, salt and pepper gray hair and a very nice ass. Being new on the site, he spent plenty of time with me helping him get the requisitions right. After just a week or so I was having pretty regular fantasies about getting him into bed. I was alone in the office one day when I decided to call him in his office. I asked him if he would like to get drinks after work one night and he readily agreed, picking the next night as the date. I hung up and couldn't believe how easy it was to ask a man out. But I was not sure he knew what I was after- up until this point we had just been friendly (except in my mind). The next day I dressed in my prettiest panties and bra, best jeans and cutest top. I had to wear steel-toed boots and a hard hat all day, but I had gotten used to that. Nothing was said at the office all day, we had lunch together, but with friends and I was starting to doubt that anything would come of our date. But finally I arrived at the bar we agreed to and his pickup was there. He escorted me in with his arm lightly at my waist- a gentlemanly touch I didn't get at home. We were seated and drinks were ordered when he told me how glad he was I had asked him out. He confided that he was very smitten with me and had wanted to see me, but was afraid I would turn him down since we were both married. After another drink he asked me if I would come back to his apartment with him and I said yes. The drive home was short, but on the way he asked me what the most sensitive part of my body was. I wanted to answer my nipples but chickened out and said my neck. With that response I leaned over and kissed his neck, and gave him goosebumps. (He told me later a friend had given him that line to use on me!) Arriving at his place he got bashful again. He checked the mail and phone messages while I wandered around his living room. I was looking at a picture of his VERY pretty wife when he came up behind me and began to nuzzle my neck. It was my turn for goosebumps. Our kissing soon turned to petting and as clothes were removed we moved to his bedroom. We sat on the edge of the bed kissing and he laid me back. He moved to suckling my breasts- the nipples were hard and puckered and they are indeed the most sensitive part of me. I can have an orgasm from suckling if done long and hard enough. I moaned as I enjoyed every suck and nip and he said I was amazing. (Note to men: Praising our sexual ability will get you major points!) He then started to pull my jeans off. He got up to slip them completely off me and kneeled between my legs. Without any word he bent his mouth to my pussy and began sucking on my clit. Soon he also had his fingers thrusting in and out of my vagina, but he kept up the gentle suction until I came in just about 2 minutes. It was a short, intense orgasm that left me wanting a cock in my pussy. I wriggled back onto the bed more, pulling him with me, and got his jeans down. He leaned back on his heels kneeling on the bed and I brought my pussy up into his lap. He said he couldn't believe I was so responsive and came that quick. His cock was hard, longer and fatter than my husbands, and he bent it down just to the entrance of my cunt. I raised my hips to invite him in and he held still as I worked my hips back and forth on his lap. From his position he could easily see his cock sliding in and out of me and how nicely he stretched me open. So many years later I can still remember how that instant felt! Everything about a new lover is so exciting. His kisses are hotter, his touch new, even his smell is arousing. But it is his cock entering me for the first time I think of often, and the look on his face as it happened. This was all in just moments after my first orgasm and I soon built those sensations back with his cock in me. He watched both my pussy and my face and I looked him right in the eye as my second orgasm washed over me. As I came, I drew him in deeper until he was right up against me. My muscles spasmed and pulled on him and I felt him swell and then the hot splatter of cum in me as he came. I loved that feeling. He thrust a couple more times in his orgasm and then rolled off of me. He climbed up onto the bed more and situated his pillow under his head. It didn't occur to me that we might be done; we'd only been at it about 15 minutes. I followed him up on the bed farther and laid my head in his lap. Playfully I gathered his balls and cock in my hand and started to clean our cum off him with my tongue. His cock was soft and this meant I could take the whole thing in my mouth and swirl it around. I just held his balls firmly since I didn't yet know what he liked. I love to suck on a flaccid penis. It is not intimidating and I can get all the way to the base of a large one. (I also enjoy the power I feel as it starts to out grow my abilities. I made that erection happen, I think to myself!) But in this instance my lover seemed uncomfortable. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was just playing. I asked him if it felt good and he said yes, but I was "taxing his recuperative powers." I told him I had faith in him and asked if I could continue. He told me he had never been touched that way before. I thought he meant he had never had a woman clean their juices off him before. He watched me intently as I licked and sucked him. I placed his hands in my hair and as he got hard I showed him how to work my head up and down on his cock as I sucked. As he got harder and larger I couldn't take as much in my mouth as before. I could let the head of his cock get to the back of my throat and I could ignore my gag reflex, but I couldn't swallow him. I thought if we could change positions I might be able to deep-throat him. Before I could suggest the change he abruptly pulled me away from him, brought me up on him and impaled me on his cock. He moaned and thrust up into my pussy as I rode him. I was dripping our cum from before and reached down to rub my clit. I soon brought myself to another orgasm and felt my vagina spasm around his cock. He grabbed my hips and thrust harder into me as he came again. I changed my movements to short, fast thrusts to extend his orgasm and he began to tremble underneath me. After several moments of this I began to tire and slowly stopped moving. I lay down on him and slid off to the side, resting my head on his shoulder. I thought we were both content when he said, "That was too easy for you, you've had affairs before." My head shot up and I burst into tears. I most certainly had not, I denied. My tears made him feel bad and he cuddled me and tried to say he was sorry. I listened as he told me an amazing story. In 20+ years of marriage, he had never done most of the things we had just done. He had never performed cunnilingus (could have fooled me!), never had a blowjob and never had a woman on top of him. When he and his wife had sex, he had to pull out as soon as he came. He wasn't allowed to suckle or play with her breasts and she didn't touch him. He had seen movies and magazines depicting the things we had just done to each other, but he didn't think they happened in real life. I was shocked, but we continued to talk and over the course of a couple of hours he opened up to me about some of his fantasies. He loved breasts, loved 'em! Over the course of our relationship he often told me how beautiful mine were. His first fantasy (one we fulfilled that night!) was that he wanted to tit fuck me. His second fantasy was to make love outside with the chance of getting caught. And his third fantasy was to have anal sex. I readily agreed to do everything I could to make his fantasies come true, but we had to agree not to fall in love with each other and not leave our spouses and kids. (We did have some morals!) After a while I suggested a shower together (another first for him), and we got in the hot water. I started to soap him up and then rubbed his hands on me to get lathered. I moved around him pressing my soapy breasts up against him and rubbing them all over him. Sure enough before long he was hard again. I knelt under the water in front of him and rinsed all the soap off him. I handled his balls a little more firmly this time. I would squeeze them and pull gently down on the sack to make his cock slap against my tits. I flicked the tips of my nipples with the head of his cock and made the water splash. I took his cock in my mouth and pressed my tits against his balls as I rubbed them between my boobs. But finally I pressed his hard cock (that was probably getting sore!) between my soft breasts and started to move. Sometimes I looked down and caught the head of his cock in my mouth on an upward thrust. And sometimes I looked up into his face and let him see his cock sliding in and out. I told him to get a hold of my nipples and twist them and soon he was manipulating my breasts himself. I simply pressed myself against him and let him do whatever felt good. He mashed the two breasts together and thrust between them over and over. I told him to pinch my nipples harder, and I told him when I came when he pinched them hard enough for me. My moans and demands for harder treatment of my nipples brought him to an orgasm. I held still and watched as cum spurted out over my chest. He was watching too, but soon had to let go of me and hold onto the towel bar. When he moved away the water began to wash his cum off of me. I spread it over my tits and licked some off my hands before it was gone, all while I still knelt before him. The hot water was gone and his knees were shaking, so we needed to get out. I still needed to get home and some how figure out to act like nothing had happened. How do you hide such a profound occurrence? We dressed in silence, he drove me back to my car and he kissed me gently before telling me he loved me. I said, "I love you too," and we broke the first rule that night. Affair This all started when she bumped into an old work colleague, she had always had a crush on him, and it seemed that time had not dulled the pull between them. They swapped phone numbers with the promise of a cup of coffee "sometime", so when she got a call the very next day asking if she was free in an hour for a coffee she was nervous and surprised all at the same time, knowing she wanted more than he was able to give, she reigned in her feelings. Sure enough and hour later he was knocking at her door with a cheeky smile. She welcomed him in and settled him in the living room while she made the coffee, when she went back in she nearly dropped the cups, because there sat on her couch was a very naked very aroused guest. She stopped in the doorway, filled with desire she had never felt before, the smouldering look he gave her made her wet instantly and she knew no matter what he was not going to be leaving without taking her body and soul. She calmly put the coffees on the table and sat on the couch opposite him trying her best not to eye his impressive manhood, he could tell she was definitely interested and began to stroke himself for her pleasure, he stopped when she blurted out "Of course you know that I could have you arrested!" he looked at her in alarm only half taking her seriously, he had hoped that she felt the same way, and he certainly had gone out on a limb to pull this stunt, but in his eyes she was beautiful, and yes he was married, although the sex had died out a long time ago he still cared for his wife, but he had NEEDS! She surprised herself with what she came out with and instantly regretted saying it when she saw the shock and fear in his eyes, she got up straight away almost at the same time as he reached for his clothes, "No wait..." she said, he looked up into her face not knowing what she was likely to say next, "I think we maybe want the same thing but are moving way too fast here!" She finished in an excited rush, "I never expected this from you, and don't want to hurt anyone, or get hurt." He looked at her, relaxing a bit now, he had got the vibes right, he felt more than a bit stupid for stripping like he did. But she had walked over to where he was by then, and looked at his now semi hard cock, "Well that's a real shame..." licking her lips she bent over and cupped his balls in one hand while taking his hardening cock in the other, She looked straight into his eyes and said "Are you sure you want to do this?, Because I have fancied you since day one and once I get involved it would be unfair for you to back out considering you started it!" "I want you so badly, please can you kiss me?" So she sank onto the couch next to him and smiled into his face as she leant in for a kiss, that kiss set a chain of reactions in her body that would become like a drug, she ached for his touch, for his praise, had never wanted someone like this ever before, or would again for that matter. As the kiss got deeper her hand started to move up and down his extensive shaft, wanting to feel every inch of him and know it intimately. He moaned in her mouth as he thrust up into her soft hand, she pulled away from the kiss to watch as she jacked him up and down, she bent down to kiss the tip of him, he sucked air through his teeth like he had been burned by something, she looked at him "Did I hurt you?" his eyes flew open to look at her "No way, it was the most intense thing to happen to him in a long time" indicating to his crotch, so she gently took him in her mouth and licked around the tip of his length tasting his essence as she slid him deeper in her mouth she sucked in her cheeks creating a vacuum which had he been wearing any would have knocked his socks off. She bobbed up and down slightly while he clung to the back of the couch, when he thought he could take no more, instinctively she pulled right away and gently stroked him with her fingers, he took the opportunity to undress her, unknowingly she had dressed in her best lingerie, perhaps subconsciously wanting him to want her in the same way, so it was more than appreciated when he finally got to them, he decided to leave them on her to enjoy, her shaven pussy was a sight behind the sheer panties. He caressed her nipples through the fabric of her bra, and marvelled at the swellings in his hands, not too much not too little, they were magnificent! He bent to lick her cleavage, moving to the left nipple and then the right, she was so turned on by this point she could feel her panties were soaked through. Almost as if the thought moved him, he knelt on the floor in front of her and kissed his way from her beautiful cleavage all the way down to her panties, he spread her legs so one was over the arm of the couch and the other was resting against his cheek, he licked the fabric, getting his first taste of her honey, he sucked the fabric into his mouth and ran his tongue along the outside edge of the material, he then hooked them out of the way completely so he could get to her, he took his time licking her clitoris and bringing her time and again to the brink of orgasm, as she had him. She couldn't take any more she pushed him away and pulled him to his feet, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable shall we?" took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. He undid her bra and let her slide off her panties, she pushed him onto the bed so she could take him in her mouth again, he surprised her by swinging her around into a "69" this made him slip almost all the way into her throat, making her gag a little, she shifted herself back a bit to lessen the pressure in her mouth as she did she felt him fingering her pussy, she nearly collapsed with lust as she pushed back onto his finger, he slide in easily all the way to the knuckle so he curled his finger towards her tummy to feel for her G spot, she shook when his finger met the bundle of nerves and he relentlessly massaged it sending her into spasms of pleasure, she had to let him out of her mouth as she was afraid she might bite down with the pleasure she was feeling. When she had come down from the ceiling, she restarted her assault on his weapon! And really went to town, licking and nipping his length, then swirling her tongue and lips around his tip like she was enjoying an ice pop. He laid back and thought about the feelings she was stirring and could no longer hold back, he warned her just in time, she missed the first rope of cum which splashed into his bellybutton, the second third and fourth she noisily sucked into her mouth and swallowed to his delight, enjoying every drop. As they lay in each other arms on the bed in silence, thinking of everything that had happened, she looked up at him with a question on her lips she didn't know if she wanted answering, he looked into her eyes and just knew he wouldn't be able to do this again, not that it was a mistake, but not something to be repeated, rather a beautiful misadventure that he would remember for the rest of his life. He told her as much, and she agreed, and said next time, if there was a next time he came for coffee, that's what they would stick to, but they both knew this would be the last they saw of each other.