9 comments/ 64902 views/ 7 favorites Amazing Woman Ch. 01 By: CuckoldGuy The events and conversations in this story are true. It happened in the mid 1960s. The names have been changed. * It was a Monday morning and I was sitting in the company cafeteria with a group of engineers drinking coffee before starting our day. Looking across the room I noticed a mature, sophisticated, well dressed woman. She looked to be in her late forties. She was about five foot two with blond hair. From what I could see in her expensive business suit with the long skirt, she had an hour glass figure. She looked out of place among all the young, blue collar girls in their mini skirts. One of the girls offered her a seat and she sat down facing me. She sat there just watching all that was going on and then she caught me looking at her. When our eyes met we both turned away. Then we made eye contact again. This time I smiled and tipped my coffee cup to her as a jester of saying, "Hi." She returned the jester with a smile and I think I made her feel welcomed. After the beginning of work, I had to go to the inspections lab to check on one of my projects. It was a new technology called Micro-electronics and it required many girls looking into microscopes. There were about twenty girls in their early twenties, working two shifts. Their supervisor was a woman in her late forties named Alice. When I entered the lab, Alice grabbed me saying, "Oh Jack, I want to introduce you to our newest employee." She led me into a private work station area where there was a person sitting and looking into a microscope. The person was in a white lab coat with white gloves and a white bonnet covering her hair. "Maggie," said Alice, "I want you to meet one of our engineers. This is Jack." When she looked up, we both started to laugh. She was the sophisticated lady I saw earlier. I looked into her blue eyes and I instantly felt a connection to her. Each morning I found myself going into the inspections lab just to say hello to her. If I saw her in the cafeteria sitting by herself, I would take the opportunity to sit with her. I found her to be so easy and interesting to talk with. Over time, Maggie and I became close friends. One morning a girl brought Maggie a cup of coffee and she asked Maggie if she wanted sugar. Maggie looked at me and said, "No. I have my sugar right here." From that time on she always called me Sugar and I called her Mag. The girls saw us together so often and because of our age difference,(I was twenty five and Maggie was forty eight) they called her Mrs. Robinson. In our many talks, Maggie confided in me that she and Alice were best friends from high school. Maggie married an accountant and Alice married an M.D. intern. After Alice had her baby, her husband filed for a divorce so he could marry his nurse. As a working, single mother, Alice ended up here in our company as a supervisor. Maggie had four children, one after another. Her doctor told her that she was a breeder and so after her fourth child she had her tubes tied. Her husband became a CFO of a large company and he traveled a lot. He was in his early fifties and he had a secretary named Barbra. Barbra was a divorced woman in her mid thirties and Maggie suspected that her husband was having an affair with her. One day Maggie's husband was in Chicago for a week and Maggie needed to get in touch with him. She called his office to ask Barbra what his itinerary was, but when she called, another woman answered. Thinking she had the wrong number, Maggie asked, "Hello, Barbra?" The woman's voice at the other end of the line answered, "No. I'm sorry. Barbra is in Chicago. She won't be back till Friday." Maggie hung up the phone and thought to herself, "What am I to do? My last child is away at college. My children no longer need me and my husband prefers a younger woman. If I confront him, then it could become a nasty argument and end in divorce. I'm not ready to give up the big house, cars and this life style. He is the only man I have ever known and I've been faithful to him for all of these years. This is my reward. My life is in a funk." Maggie called her friend Alice and asked her to lunch as they often did. After hearing Maggie's story, Alice talked Maggie into coming to work with her. She felt that by working with the young girls it would give Maggie a new perspective on life and help get her out of the depression she was in. Over time, I confided in Maggie that my wife was having an affair with her boss. I would have gotten a divorce if I had the money and a place to go. Maggie said to me, "In human relationships we only get eighteen months of intense love and passion. That's all we get. After that, the boy starts looking at other girls and the girl starts looking at other boys." She continued, "You know you're better off with the devil you know. You get divorced thinking you'll find someone better and you could pretty much end up with the same thing. Maybe worse." To illustrate her point, she confided in me that Alice was in a long term relationship with a married man. He was an M.D. same as her ex. She went on, "I know my husband will tire of his secretary or she will tire of him. Besides, he's too old for her. Remember, we only get eighteen months then the passion is gone." Maggie asked me if my wife was a good house keeper? I answered, "Yes. She's very neat. She does my cooking, house cleaning, pays the bills, she does it all." "If your wife was a slob," Maggie replied, "Then I'd tell you to get rid of her, but if she can keep your home clean and peaceful, then I say keep her. It's all we can hope for." I was too ashamed to tell Maggie that at home I was a wimp. That my wife would not have sex with me. That most nights I masturbated in order to fall asleep. About six months after I first met Maggie, Alice asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner with her and some of the girls. They wanted to take Maggie out for her birthday and did I want to go. I answered, "No. That's for you girls." Then Alice told me that Maggie said she would not go unless I was there. So I agreed to go. On a Friday night after work we all met at an upscale restaurant for dinner. After dinner we all retired to the bar area. The girls sat around a small table and I took a spot at the bar. There was a combo playing and I danced with most of the girls. I asked Maggie to dance. It was a slow dance and I held her close. I could feel her breasts pressing against me. How good she felt in my arms. My hand was in the small of her back and I could feel my genitals bumping into her which caused me to get an erection. We could feel it press against her and I made no attempt to hide it. We just looked into each others eyes saying nothing. The girls my age didn't have this effect on me like Maggie did. Maybe it was the way she pressed her body against mine or the way she fondled the back of my head with her hand while we danced. Perhaps it was the scent of her intoxicating perfume or the sensual tone in her voice. Maybe she was just a mature woman who knew how to turn a man on. Whatever it was, I could feel a passion building for this older woman. I wanted her. After the dance, I led her to the bar to buy her a drink and she ordered a gin and tonic. A gentleman sitting next to us got up and offered her his seat which she accepted. I now almost had her alone. I asked her if I could drive her home. She looked at me with a look of shock and said,"No. I came here with these girls and I'm going home with them. Why would you want to take me home?" I replied that I just wanted to spend some time alone with her. She continued, "these girls all respect me and if I let you take me home, they would ostracize me. They would do nothing but talk about me and have nothing more to do with me. No! I can't. I'm sorry and besides, I'm old enough to be your mother. How old are you?" "I'm twenty-six," I said. "Well I'm forty-eight. I have a daughter your age," she went on, "Listen to me. Tomorrow morning you will wake up and say to yourself, Oh my God, what did I do? I tried to pick up that old lady. You will be embarrassed. Trust me. You have been drinking so let's forget it. It didn't happen." I replied, "I am not drinking." She looked at me, cocked her eye with a frown and said, "Don't lie to me. Yes you have." Pointing to my glass she went on, "That's your fourth drink." I was flattered that she was watching me and keeping track of my drinks. What she did not know was that I don't drink. "Mag," I said to her, "This is a club soda." Just then the bartender came down to our end of the bar and Maggie called to him. "Tony! Tony! What's this?" she said, pointing to my drink. "The gentleman is drinking club soda with a twist of lemon," was his reply. She was stopped in her tracks. Her mouth hung open. She thought she had it all figured out and now she didn't know what to say. She stood there studying me. Her eyes were dancing as she tried to take me all in. Then a slight smile came to her mouth. "Look," I said, "I would just like to be alone with you for a while. How about one night we meet for a cup of coffee?" Just then the girls called to her that they were getting ready to leave. She waved to them and then said to me, "Let me think about it." Outside I waited with the girls while the valet got their car. We said our good byes and the car started to pull away. Then just past me, the car stopped and Maggie got out saying to the girls, "Wait! I didn't get my birthday kiss!" Walking up to me, she cupped my face in her hands and we kissed. When we kissed, she sucked my lips to her's so that our lips were sealed together. I would think of that kiss on my long drive home. That Monday morning I asked her again, if we could meet for a cup of coffee. She said, "OK, but it's just a cup of coffee. Nothing more." We agreed to meet that Wednesday night as it was the only time we were both free. She said her husband was home and she would have to make dinner. The earliest she could meet me was seven-thirty and she told me where she would park at the shopping center. That night after work, I went to a motor hotel which I knew was next door to a small coffee cafe. I rented a room. The room was around the side of the hotel and it was a ground floor room with head in parking. I didn't want to be bringing Maggie into the building, waiting for an elevator and walking through the halls. Here I could park my car at the door of the room. I checked out the room and left the lights turned on low. I tuned the radio to an FM station that I liked. FM stations were fairly new at the time so they did not have many commercials. They just played continuous music. Bob Dylan was singing, "Lay lady lay. Lay across my big brass bed." I left the radio playing on low for background music. I then drove to the mall and waited for Maggie. Maggie parked her car and got into mine saying, "Hi Sugar, have you been waiting long?" I replied, "I've been waiting all my life for you." I told her which coffee shop we were going to and it was fine with her. As I approached the coffee shop, Maggie was talking to me and I turned into the hotel drive. Maggie became silent as I drove around the building and parked at the entrance of the room. She said nothing. She sat there staring straight ahead at the motel door. She was thinking to herself, "This guy must think that I sleep around. He picks me up and drives me straight to a hotel. I danced with him and I guess, I brought this on myself. I had toyed with him. I just wanted to see if I could turn a man on. I didn't expect it to go this far. He's too young. How am I going to get out of this graciously and not hurt his feelings?" Turning off the engine, I turned to her. She was deep in thought and I said, "Mag, I was thinking. I live thirty miles away and around here, nobody knows me. This is your town and a lot of people know you. If someone see's you having coffee with me, then you have to explain, who I am, why we are together and what's your relationship with me. So I figured, I would rent a room. I'll get you settled in the room. Then I'll go over and get the coffee. This way we can kick off our shoes, enjoy a cup of coffee and nobody will disturb us." She turned and looked at me. I could see fire in her eyes as she said, "This was going to be just a cup of coffee. Now you want to go and rent a room." I opened my hand showing her the key. The tag had the number 112 on it, same as on the door. "Let me get you settled in the room," I said softly, "Then I'll walk over and get the coffee." Not giving her a chance to respond, I got out of the car and walked around the back of it. My logic was sound but I had to act fast. I had to get her into that room before she could resist. As I came around to her side of the car, I could see that her door was not opening. Not a good sign. I opened her door. She sat there very apprehensive. It was like she had just gotten into an auto accident and she was confused and didn't know what to do. I took her trembling hand into mine, saying, "Mag, it's just a cup of coffee. Nothing more." As she was getting out of the car, the feel of her hand in mine stoked the fire within my lions. As I walked her to the door, I had my hand in the small of her back and I felt like a parent leading their child to the wood shed. Getting to the door, I said to her, "No one will ever know that you were here." I pushed the key into the lock. It was a cool Fall evening and as I opened the door, we could feel the warm air emitting from the room. It was inviting. We entered the room and I closed and locked the door. When I turned around, I saw that Mag had walked the ten feet or so into the room and was standing by the bed facing me. "Crystal Blue Persuasion" was playing on the radio. I could see in the soft light that the stress and tension was gone from her face and replaced by almost a smile. She was now calm and at peace. She knew at this moment in time and space, that she had to be here in this room with me. We kissed gently at first. Then we kissed long and passionately, holding each other in our arms. It was more like we clung to each other and we clung to each other because we needed each other. I slipped her jacket off and laid it on the chair. Then I laid my jacket on top of hers. She was dressed conservatively with a white button down blouse and a long gray skirt. She always dressed conservatively in expensive clothes but they made her look matronly. Her clothes to me, were like she came to me gift wrapped and I was going to enjoy unwrapping this present. Looking into her eyes, I unbuttoned the first button of her blouse. She didn't protest. Then I undid the next button and she remained passive. The fidelity that she held for her husband, I was now taking, one button at a time. Opening her blouse, I began kissing her neck and chest. She made soft sighs of pleasure as she cupped my head in her hands and guided my lips across her chest. I pealed her blouse back, exposing her shoulders and kissing each newly exposed area of flesh. Her blouse came off and I dropped it on my jacket. Then I unhooked her bra and she let it fall away. Her breasts were not large. They were more like the breasts of a young teenage girl. They were milk white, young and innocent, like they had never been touched before. She moaned as I fondled and sucked her pink nipples. We moved to the bed and I pulled back the covers. She laid on her back while I kissed and licked my way down her body, stopping to kiss and lick her navel. She helped me undo her skirt and I pulled it away, kissing and licking each newly exposed part of her body. Her tummy was smooth and taught with no stretch marks. Her legs were beautiful and I could not understand why she would keep them hidden with long skirts. I could feel her fingers playing with the hair on my head as I slowly slipped her panties down revealing her womanhood. Her pubic hair was naturally sparse, light and thin. It was silky and I rubbed my mouth into it, savoring her fragrance, like it was some kind of exotic flower. She raised her knees and opened her legs to my hungry mouth. Her clitoris was pronounced and I licked it, then gently sucked it into my mouth. She was breathing heavy now and moaning. I could feel her buck and squirm with her first orgasm. She held my hair in her fists as she tried to force my mouth deeper into her. As I was sucking her clitoris, I was taking off my shirt and tie. Kicking off my shoes and pushing my pants off. We were now both nude and I could feel my erection pressing against the mattress, demanding to be where my mouth was. But no. It wasn't about my cock. It was about her and her pleasure. I draped her legs over my shoulders and this gave my mouth full access to her vagina. Diana Ross was singing, "I'm Gonna Make You Love Me," and I'm gonna make Maggie love me. I'm gonna get her addicted to my mouth and tongue. I would suck on her clitoris causing her to have an orgasm. Then I would push my tongue deep into her pussy, scooping up her nectar with my tongue and drinking it. Then I would go back to sucking her clitoris till she came again. Her nectar was like an aphrodisiac. The more I got, the more I had to have. While I was sucking her, she would reach up and grab my head by the hair and try to force my mouth deeper into her. At the same time she would make animal growling noises. Then while she was climaxing, she would throw herself back down on the bed. She was bucking and squirming so violently, that the bed was shaking. Her moans and groans were so loud that I was afraid someone would hear her and report that a woman was being murdered in room 112. I told her to be quiet. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her face as she screamed into it. She clamped her legs around my head so tight that I thought her thighs would crush me. Just as quickly she would open her legs wide and grunt, "Eat me! Eat me!" as she tried to force my head deeper into her. Her thrashing about went on for a long time and then she begged, "No! No! Please! No more. Please stop. No more. I can't take any more." I had to have one more taste of her before I stopped. Then I got out from under her. She lay there panting with her body quivering like a wounded animal. I never saw anyone in such a state as this. I crawled up to her and tried to calm her down. My face was covered in her juices. I tried to caress her but when I did, she shuddered from my touch. She said, "No! Don't touch me. Please don't touch me. My body is too sensitive. Let me rest a minute." It took a while for her to calm down. Then I kissed her and climbed over, getting between her legs once again. This time I was propped up on my hands and looking into her eyes, I positioned the head of my cock at the opening of her vulva. She closed her eyes and held her bottom lip in her teeth anticipating my entering her. I was poised above her, enjoying the feeling of our bodies touching there. The warm touching warm. I wanted to be looking into her eyes when I entered her. I waited. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. She opened her mouth as if to say something but then just nodded a "yes" and I slowly pushed myself up into her. She was so tight and I thought to myself, "My God, doesn't her husband ever fuck her?" I began that in and out motion, slowly at first. Then increasing the intensity as our passions grew. Her mouth was against my ear and I could her her moans of pleasure with each thrust of my cock. The Beatles were now singing,"Come Together" and we did. Just when she started to climax, she pushed her tongue into my ear and I had the most abundant, intense ejaculations of my life. We laid there for a while with my cock going flaccid inside her. Then I felt her muscles contracting around it. Smiling at me she said, "I just want to squeeze every drop out of you." Amazing Woman Ch. 01 Now I don't want to get scientific here but every time I had intercourse with Maggie, it was a very unique experience. It was something that I've never experienced with any other woman in my entire life. Her doctor had told her that she was a "Breeder" and I think that there is more to it than just a name for a fertile woman. Every time we had intercourse, our passions would rise, till we got to the brink of climax. Then I would feel her body get very, very hot around my cock and her vaginal canal would begin sucking on my cock. I mean, it felt just like I was getting a blow job and when I ejaculated, it felt like the ejaculate was being sucked out of me. I never felt that I had shot my load into her but rather it was sucked out of me. Whenever I withdrew my cock out of her, I always felt so completely drained and so completely satisfied. End Chapter 1 Amazing Woman Ch. 02 The events and conversations in this story are true, the names have been changed to protect our privacy. * The first time a woman goes into a hotel room with a man, she is under a great deal of stress. The man is larger, stronger and she has no idea of how he is going to act, once he has her alone. Added to this, is the stress that Maggie was going through by leaving her comfort zone of marriage and crossing the line into infidelity. Her passions were satisfied. She was now free from all of her previous tensions and stress. We were laying on our backs, regaining our strength, listening to Marvin Gaye singing, "Light My Fire," when Maggie giggled a little. I turned on my side to her saying, "What?" She turned to me and burst into laughter. She tried to say something by pointing her finger at me and saying, "You" but was overcome again by her laughter. When she finally was able to speak, she said, "We just made beautiful love together and yet, an hour ago, out there in your car, if I had a frying pan in my hand, I would have brained you with it. I was so angry. You don't tell a woman that you're taking her on a date, pick her up and drive straight to a hotel. It's not done that way. You wine and dine her first." She then told me what she had been thinking in the car when I first parked. "Mag?" I said, "I did wine and dine you. Friday night I bought you dinner, we danced and I bought you a drink." "No, no." She replied, "That was five days ago. Doesn't count and what would you have done, if I said, take me back to my car?" With a smile, I answered her, "I would have said OK but let's go have a cup of coffee first. Then over coffee, I would have persuaded you to come back here. Of course, half the night would have been shot by then." She was now lying on her tummy and I was rubbing her back with my hand. She said, "Mmmm, that feels good." "Oh, here. Let me do it better," I said as I straddled her body. She was now between my legs and I rested my haunches on the backs of her thighs with my cock resting along the crack of her buttocks. While massaging her back, I could feel my arousal beginning to take control of me again. My cock demanding to be back in that warm place inside of her. The Turtles were singing, "You show me what you do, exactly what you do." Then Maggie softly said, "You showed me what to do." For the rest of my life, whenever I hear that song, I recall every detail of that first night with Maggie. She was now all open and moist for me. The song went on as I pushed myself up into her from behind. This time, I lasted a longer time until we were on the verge of climax. Maggie's legs were together between mine. She then bent one leg back and jammed the heel of her foot in between my buttocks to my anus causing me to ejaculate copiously. We lay there in the spoon position, her back to me with my arms around her. I felt so drained of energy and semen but so, so gratified. "Where did you learn to do that little number with your heel," I asked. She replied, "In a movie. When we were young, sometimes my husband would bring home a sex movie and we would watch it together. Back then we use to do a lot of things together. I guess we just drifted apart. I was busy with the kids and he was busy with his job. Maybe it was more like we were pulled apart." Maggie began feeling melancholy about the loss of her relationship with her husband. Some how, I had to change the mood. "Hey Look!," I said, "I had promised you a cup of coffee and now that I have you settled in, I'm going to run next store and get it." After some protesting, that she didn't want any, she agreed to a cup of tea with lemon. I got dressed to leave and as I was unlocking the door, she called to me, "Jack! Wait." She had been sitting up in bed resting her back against the headboard with the sheets covering her lap. Maybe it was the song playing on the radio that motivated her. Peter, Paul and Mary singing, "I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane." She got out of the bed and came toward me. It was the first time I saw her naked from a distance. Like when you're at a museum and you have to step back to admire a work of art. Seeing her nude form in perspective, I thought to myself, "My God how beautiful she is. So many pebbles and stones on the beach and I found a diamond. How can I ever describe her beauty? How can I ever describe the beauty in the Venus of Milo?" I thought of that artwork because of the similarity between Maggie's breasts and those of the Venus. When Maggie is dressed and in her high heels, she is a mature, sophisticated woman but now that she is bare footed and nude, she appears to be like a young teenage girl, innocent, pure, and so vulnerable. She came up to me, reaching up she clasped her hands behind my neck and with apprehension in her eyes and voice, asked, "You're not going to leave me here, are you?" Looking down into her eyes and saying nothing, I thought to myself, "How can she think that of me? This woman has absolutely no self confidence in herself." Taking my car keys out of my pocket, I placed them in her hand, saying, "Don't you leave me." "Never" was her reply. I told her to lock the door and when I get back, I'll knock twice then three and she will know it's me. Now that I'm older, I can understand what Maggie was going through that first night. Here she was, a forty-eight year old, married woman, in a hotel room, cheating on her husband for the first time with a twenty-six year old kid. Everything had happened so fast, she didn't know if this kid had any depth to him or was he just using her this night, to get his rocks off. She wasn't sure, she didn't know and there was no way that she could know. It took me less than ten minutes and I was back in the room. Aretha Franklin was singing, "You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman." I was both grateful and happy that the environment of the the room did not change. If it had been my wife in there; the music would be off, the TV would be blaring, all the lights would be on and she would be dressed. I got undressed and we had our coffee and tea with a couple of dough nuts. Maggie had a half of one and I ate her other half. Then we made love again for an even longer time. After which, we laid there, side by side listening to Elvis singing, "Love Me Tender." It was then that I noticed Maggie was crying. There were tears coming down her cheeks. "Maggie, Maggie! What's wrong?" I asked. She turned and sat up facing me, leaning her shoulder against the head board while pulling the sheet over her tummy. Whenever she sits, her stretch marks become visible so she always tries to hide them. Wiping her eyes she said, "This night is so beautiful. I don't want it to ever end." Taking her in my arms I said, "Oh baby, there will be more nights like this. Many more, I promise." She sighed, "We'll see." The Beach Boys began singing, "Wouldn't It Be Nice." Music is an important ingredient in my love making. Men write and compose music. Men form groups and create the sounds of music. I use the music for it's intended purpose, to attract and seduce a woman. We copulated for a fourth time that night. I don't know how many orgasms Maggie had but my sides were in pain from so many multiple ejaculations. We left the hotel a little after mid-night and we had to be at work the next morning. At work the following morning, I looked for Maggie in the cafeteria but she wasn't there. I went to her lab to see if she had called in. She had gotten home late and I was concerned about what her husband would do. When I walked into her lab, she was sitting at her station. She looked up at me and her face turned the color of crimson. "Good morning," I said, "I looked for you in the cafeteria this morning but you weren't there." She replied, "I know. I didn't want to be there. I thought I would make it easier for you." "I don't know what you mean?" I was puzzled. She went on in a low voice, "Well, last night, you had me. Now you can move on to one of the other girls in here. They're younger and you know that any one of them would have you. You have your pick of any girl you want." I was stunned that she would say such a thing. "Baby, I'm not interested in anyone but you." I went on, "have lunch with me today." She agreed. At lunch I asked her if everything was OK when she got home. She began, "I got home a little before one and my husband was sound asleep. He's never concerned about me when I go out. I got undressed and got into bed, I didn't shower and this morning, I got up and got dressed. I didn't shower this morning either. I have the scent of you on me and I don't want to wash it off." That Friday night we went back to the hotel and then, every week there after. The hotel was a little expensive but I knew that a cheap motel would never have worked with Maggie. I could only afford two nights a week and I always checked out around mid-night, giving the key back to the night clerk. I got to know the two night clerks and they knew that they would get the room back that night so they gave me a reduced rate. Maggie always brought along scented candles as she enjoyed creating the atmosphere. Our love making was always very intense and about the same routine. I would undress her and perform cunnilingus on her until she begged me to stop. Then, when she was wet with arousal, we would stare into each others eyes as we felt the sensations of my cock, once again entering her until we climaxed in a fury. Then I would collapse, exhausted and spent, only to have Maggie play with my flaccid penis, giving me another erection and then more intercourse. She was fascinated with how quickly and often my penis reacted to her touch. It seemed like she could never get enough of it. One night while she was playing with my flaccid penis, she laid down on top of my legs so that her face was at my genitals. She wrapped her arms around my thighs and locked them there so I could not move my legs. I watched her take my flaccid penis into her mouth and begin sucking it. I wanted to stop her but she was insistent. It became hard and she tried to get it all the way down her throat. My wife never sucked my cock. She said that she did not like the taste of it. That it choked her and it was degrading for a woman to do that so I never expected or asked Maggie to do it. Maggie was sucking me off and enjoying it because she wanted to give me the ultimate pleasure. I was moaning in pleasure when I felt my climax approaching. I moaned, "I'm going to cum. Maggie I'm going to cum." She continued sucking and I came with a big spurt, she swallowed. I came with another spurt, she swallowed again only this time she gagged a little but she kept swallowing. I came a third time, she swallowed it all and continued sucking it until it became flaccid. Then she came up along side of me, the aroma of my manhood on her breath, pressing her moist lips to mine, we kissed with my tongue deep in her mouth, tasting my own juices and she whispered, "My husband always wants me to do that to him and now, I want to do it to you." One night Maggie's husband was out of town and she insisted that I come to her house. I felt uncomfortable being in another man's house. I didn't know him and I never felt guilty about copulating with his wife because he was cheating on her. I felt that I was doing him a favor by taking care of her. That night I went to Maggie's house. I parked in the street and walked up the drive. Maggie met me at the door wearing a negligee. She gave me a tour of her home, ending it in her bedroom. We made intense, passionate, love that night as we always did. After, when it was late, I got dressed to leave. We were standing next to the bed when Maggie looked down at the now unmade bed and said, "There! It's done." I asked her, "What do you mean?" Now I've never heard Maggie utter a profanity but she looked at me with the intense look of an assassin, pointing her finger at me she said, "You fucked his wife, in his own bed." Then she smiled and we kissed. She walked me to her door and before opening it, we kissed long and passionately. I didn't want to leave her. It was getting harder and harder for me to part with her. It was going on about six months that Maggie and I were seeing each other. It was now summer and Maggie had changed over that winter. She now had her self confidence and she was confident in my love for her. She wore her hair styled up and she started wearing mini skirts with halter tops like the young girls around her. There was a contractor who came into her lab from time to time and he was about her age, maybe a little older. She laughed when she told me that he was always asking her if she would meet him one night for a drink. One night I waited for her at our meeting place for over an hour. When she got into my car she apologized for being so late. She said, "I got all dressed and was leaving to meet you when my husband got aroused. He wanted to play, I tried to get out of it but he was persistent. He had to have me right there and then. I'm sorry." In the hotel room when I was making love to her, it was obvious that he had fucked her. His semen was all in and out of her. She got me so aroused that I didn't care. I tasted his semen and sucked it all out of her so that I could get to her sweet nectar. Maggie and I continued our relationship for a little over six years. Then I was offered a position two hundred miles away. It was an opportunity that I could not refuse and Maggie agreed that I had to take it. The week before I was to leave, Maggie and I took a day off and we spent the entire day and night together, like a honey moon couple. We were from two different time frames and we knew that we could never have a future together. We only had those few stolen moments each week but those moments were intense, filled with passion, lust, laughter and love. A few times I did get back to her. I had to call Alice, then Alice would call Maggie and we would set up a meeting time and place. We never said good bye because we always thought that we would meet another time. Alice changed jobs so I lost contact with her. The last I heard was that Maggie's husband retired, they sold their house and moved away. Dear Maggie, After I moved away from you, my new job and my children consumed all of my time but I've always longed to be with you, just one more time. Please know that I never stopped loving you, where ever you may be. End