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An Affair to Remember

By: trim_n-fit



I work very close to home and go home for lunch. Since my wife works about an hour away, I eat lunch alone. Generally speaking, I have been completely faithful to my wife since our marriage - some ten years ago. Then came that fateful day - our afternoon of love. 

It began one stormy evening about a month ago when my very attractive sister Kay came over and ask if I would drive her around to find her husband. I knew Louis (her husband) was having an affair and tried to comfort her assuringly with comments like, "he's probably working late". We drove around about an hour and returned home. Kay and my wife talked a little, and Kay ended up spending the night with us. 

The next morning, Kay was up while I was taking a shower and to my surprise, when I walked into the kitchen, was cooking breakfast for me. Kay was wearing a thin negligee and robe that barely covered her gorgeous body. Without thinking, I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist and said, "God, you are beautiful". She pulled back quickly and said, "Be careful, Sherry may see us".

That afternoon, Kay called me to come over to her house and talk. I drove quickly the few blocks and was met in the driveway by this beautiful creature. Kay told me that she didn't want to hurt her sister and would keep our incident of that morning a secret. She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked back into the house. I assumed that was the end of that!

A week later, we had planned a trip to Nashville. It would include Kay, my wife - Sherry, and myself. Since we would be staying one night, we decided a single hotel room would suffice. That evening, while Sherry was bathing, Kay sat beside me on the bed. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. Then she turned her pouty lips toward mine and kissed me deeply. Immediately I had a raging hard on, which Kay proceeded to stroke gently. I gently kissed her neck, and moved to nibble on her ear. As I caressed her breasts through the thin negligee she wore, I could feel the passion rising in her small, soft body. Just when things might be getting out of hand, we heard the shower turn off. Kay quickly pulled herself together and moved over to her bed for the night. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much that night, with Kay sleeping a couple of feet away.

Since Sherry worked six days a week in downtown Memphis, Kay volunteered to come over and clean up our house a couple of days each week. Louis, Kay's husband, was gone most afternoons until late in the evening, so Kay had plenty of time on her hand. It was this situation that finally led to the afternoon of love.

I knew Kay would be coming over that day to clean the house. I had fantasized all morning about her, and had written a poem about how a rose symbolized true love. On the way home for lunch, I bought Kay a single red rose, put the poem beside it on the kitchen table. Thinking I would be gone when she arrived, I finished my lunch and was preparing to return to work. Just then the door opened and Kay walked in. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts and halter top that showed her slim, firm figure. Seeing the rose, she picked up the poem and read it.

A tiny tear appeared in her eye as she read the final line, "and like the rose, love too will fade, and I must face each day alone". Walking over to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. Taking me by the hands, Kay led me down the hallway to the bedroom where we continued in a deep, warm kiss. Pulling me down on the bed, Kay said, "Please take me. I have missed being made love to for a long time now. You know, really made love to!" 

I began caressing her breasts through her top and kissing her warm, soft body. Gently, I removed her halter top revealing her soft, firm breasts with the erect nipples. I kissed her breasts, gently biting the nipples while my hands moved down to her exposed waist. I softly traced "I Love You" on her bare skin, all the time whispering my feelings in her ear. Kay began pressing her body against my now rock hard dick. Continuing to kiss her warm, eager body, moving down to her stomach, then to her inner thigh, I nuzzled her damp, hot pussy through the shorts she was wearing. 

Very slowly, I began to work these down her hips, never taking my wet, warm tongue away from her inner thigh. Kay raised her hips slightly to let me remove her shorts, exposing the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. She was shaven, with just a patch of cunt hair above her now throbbing clit. Without hesitation, I moved down and placed my tongue on her clit, gently moving around it, sometimes flicking it with my tongue, sometimes nibbling with my teeth. Kay's breathing was becoming more rapid and her hips were pressing upward to meet every move of my mouth. 

Kay reached down and tugged at my belt, loosening my pants and quickly pushing them down to the floor. My boxer shorts hit the floor, freeing my 8" raging hard dick, which she quickly began to stroke. As we moved into the 69 position, Kay's soft tongue began to flick the pre-come from the swollen head of my dick. I continued to caress her swollen clit with my tongue, occasionally pushing it deep into her vagina. Just when I felt I would explode, I felt Kay's body contracting in the first orgasm. Instantly, I moved a finger inside her wet, slippery tunnel of love, quickly locating that magic spot and massaged until she began the second orgasm. Kay whispered in my ear, "Please, fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me."

I slowly moved my body around and between her legs which she immediately wrapped around my 6' 3" frame. My hard dick found the opening to her wet, hot pussy and very slowly I moved it across her clit, up and down the wet lips of this beautiful cunt, and then slowly let the engorged head of my thick, long dick enter her vagina. I moved it gently in and out, an inch at a time, while whispering in her ear just how beautiful, warm and full of love she was. I was truly in love with this goddess and wanted more than anything to fill her with love that she could cherish forever. Kay pressed hard up against me, letting the entire length of my shaft fill her waiting pussy. 

Beginning very slowly, I slid in and out, giving her the full feeling of the length and thickness of my cock, then increasing the speed a little at a time. I let the tip of my dick press against the upper wall of her vagina with each stroke, hitting her "G Spot". She began to writhe and I felt the contractions of her next orgasm. Floods of vaginal fluids surrounded my cock making it even hotter, and slicker than ever.

"Kay, I love you!" I whispered in her ear.

"O Jim, I love your too," she replied.

We continued to fuck for over an hour, Kay reaching a climax multiple times. As I reached my climax, I remained inside her while I gently kissed her lips and repeated how beautiful, sexy, and wonderful she was. Soon, my dick began to grow inside that beautiful woman, and this time we fucked with abandon. Work was forgotten and we spent all afternoon making sweet, hot, passionate love. 

If you read this Kay, please know how much I love you and want you to know just how great you are.

Love, Jim.

An Affair To Remember



My company is sending me to Denver to train a new girl in the office. I am an administrative assistant and have been with my company for 14 years and occasionally, when a new girl is hired elsewhere in the country, I am sent to teach her "the ropes". This is only my third trip out of town in the last two years.

I have been married to Ron for 16 years and have been completely faithful to him. He is a loving husband and is very good to me. I know he has had a few affairs, but it doesn't bother me too much since he is so good in all other ways.

Our sex life is pretty good, although after 16 years, it has lost some of the spark that it had in the beginning. Ron sees to it that I have an orgasm most of the time. (Sometimes I have to fake it.) His main problem is that he usually gets through too early. He will usually get me off with his finger or mouth.

I am a little apprehensive about flying since I do it so rarely. I am nervous as I take my seat on the plane. I sit next to the window so that I can see the scenery go by during the flight. A nice looking man takes the isle seat next to me. He looks about 40 with greying temples, very distinguished. He is wearing a business suit and puts his brief case in the rack above our seat.

After takeoff, he begins small talk and I enjoy talking with him. His name is Jim. The time passes fast. We discuss our jobs, families, and hobbies. I notice him looking at my legs and breasts. I also notice that my blouse has gaped open and he can see right down to my bra and the tops of my white breasts. I can feel myself blush and hope he doesn't notice. I discretely shift my position so that my blouse closes. I glance at his lap. There is a slight bulge at his crotch. He asks where I am staying in Denver. "Holiday Inn."

"The one near the airport?"

"Yes."

"So am I. Want to have dinner tonight?"

"I am a happily married woman."

"It's just dinner at the hotel."

"Ok, remember, its just dinner. No more."

"Ok, meet me in the lobby at 7:30."

"Ok"

When I check into the hotel, I go to my room and lay on the bed and relax a few minutes before I have to get ready for dinner. I fall asleep for a few minutes. It is time to get ready. In the shower I pay special attention to my breasts and wash them very carefully and tenderly, thinking back to this afternoon and thinking of Jim looking at them. I am wondering if he would like to be here washing them for me. I massage them and squeeze them. My soapy right hand moves down to my pussy and begins to wash there as I think about Jim and fantasizing about him in the shower with me.

"Settle down, girl, you're a married woman and thoughts like this can get you into trouble", I thought to myself.

I finish my shower and dry off. I step out of the bathroom. There is a full length mirror on the closet door and I stop to look at myself. I don't look too bad for a 36 year old woman. My breasts sag very little and I still have a small waist and my legs don't look bad either. My black hair looks good tonight also. I think I look pretty sexy. I feel good about myself.

As I carefully put on my makeup, looking at myself in the mirror, I began to feel very sexy. I am looking forward to having a good time tonight. It has been 16 years since I have had a "date". I decided to dress sexy. Although there would be no sex tonight, it has been a long time since I tried to turn a man on and I was going to try it tonight.

I put on a skirt and blouse. The skirt is charcoal mid-calf length and the blouse is white silk. I sit on the bed with pantyhose in my hand about to put them on. I pause a second...if I am going to be tonight I think I will not to wear them tonight. As I look at myself in the mirror again, I give myself the final inspection, I can barely see my bra through the thin blouse. A thought struck me! Why not! I take off the blouse and bra and put the blouse back on. Back to the mirror. My nipples showed through just a enough. Ron had tried to get me to go braless several times during our marriage, and I did a few times, but never with a blouse this thin.

The times I did go braless, I felt very uncomfortable. Tonight is different. I am in a strange city and will see no one I know. I leave the top two buttons unfastened. This is not like me at all, but it is exhilarating.

I meet Jim in the lobby at 7:30. As I walk toward him, I can feel my braless breasts bounce underneath my shear blouse with each step I take. My walk has a little extra bounce in it tonight and I feel a little risque. I can tell that he notices. He is wearing a dark suit, white shirt, and red tie. He looks very distinquished.

We have a glass of wine before dinner and another during and another after. I usually don't drink more than two and am feeling a little tipsy. Jim can't keep his eyes off my breasts. It makes me feel very alluring.

"They have a live band in the bar here at the hotel. Would you like to go in for a drink?"

"No, I have to get up early and I have had more drinks than I need already.", I answer.

"Just one drink and a dance or two."

"Ok, just one drink, then I must go to bed."

We leave the dining room and go to the bar and find a table in the back of the room. The band is playing oldies. We order more wine and Jim takes my hand and holds it. I feel like a teenage girl on my first date. I am having fun. It is very romantic. The band begins to play a slow song and Jim asks me to dance.

When we get to the dance floor, Jim takes me in his arms and holds me close to him. My breast presses into his chest. I know he can feel it. I lay my head against his. He can really dance good. In a few minutes, I feel him beginning to get hard and pressing against my thigh. His chest is massaging my breast. I am beginning to get turned on. Suddenly I notice that I have pressed my pubic bone against his thigh. I hadn't even noticed when I did it!

After the dance we return to our table and finish our wine and have one more dance. This time while he holds me close, Jim's hand finds its way all the way around my back, under my arm and presses against the edge of my breast. His other hand begins to work it's way to my ass.

"Jim", I say firmly. He moves the hand away from my ass, but doesn't move the one near my breast. Again he is hard and my pubic bone presses against his thigh. I feel wet between my legs. My head is against his and I am breathing on his ear. He holds me tighter and our bodies seem to blend together.

After the dance, we leave the bar. 

"I will walk you to your room", he offers.

"Just to the door", I caution him. I can tell he is turned on and if I let him into my room, it will become a wrestling match.

My room is on the fourth floor. When we get in the elevator, Jim takes me in his arms and kisses me.

"Jim", I again say it firmly. "I like you and you are a very nice man. I have had a wonderful time tonight, but I will not cheat on my husband."

The elevator reaches the fourth floor and the doors open. We walk hand in hand to my room. We get to the door. I turn to him.

"Thank you for dinner. It was a fun night."

He puts his arms around me and kisses me again. This time I can't resist putting my arms around his neck and returning his kiss. His right hand discovers my braless left breast and very very gently squeezes it through my thin silk blouse. I hear myself gasp. Without thinking, I press my breast into the palm of his hand. My breathing accelerates. No man other than my husband has put his hand on my breast in over 16 years. I know I must stop him, but it feels so good that I want to let it continue for just a few minutes. My panties get wet again. It feels SOOOO GOOOOD the way he caresses my breast. I have not felt this way in a long time. His tongue slides into my mouth. His other begins to rub my butt. I don't notice that he is working my skirt up and soon only my panties are between his hand and my butt! His hand slides from by butt around to the front of my panties to my pubic mound! He presses his finger against my very thin wet panties and begins lightly tracing the outline of my tingling outer lips. Without realizing it, I spread my legs slightly. His finger presses into the crack between my swollen pussy lips. He finds my throbbing clit. My knees are trembling. I begin to pant.

"Oooohhhhh!...Nooo... Please stop...someone will see us."

I move my hand down to remove his hand from between my legs. He takes my wrist and places my hand on his crotch. I feel his hard dick going down his leg under his pants. I automatically encircle it with my fingers and begin moving my hand up and down. 

"Let's go inside your room."

"I would love...to make love to you...but I can't...I have never made love...to anyone but my husband." I can hardly talk, I am so excited. I can't breathe.

He continues fondling my soft breast making circular motions with his hand, moving my responsive breast in circles. His other hand returns to my panties and finds it's way between my lips and begins to rub my awaiting clit. I am loosing control. My hand is still rubbing up and down his hard dick. I am astonished at how big it is. I can hardly reach around it. His hand slips under the leg band of my panties and finds my hot well lubricated opening. He gently pushes a finger inside and slides it in and out. The palm of his hand is brushing against my clit.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!", I moan quietly. It feels incredible. My hips rotate back and forth. I am quivering all over. I am on the edge of orgasm. I think maybe I should take him into my room. 

At that moment a door opens down the hall and brings us back to reality.

He quickly removes his hands and I straighten my clothes. A man comes out the door and walks down the hall in our direction. I know I look flushed.

I quickly turn, unlock my door and step inside.

"Thanks again for a wonderful night, Jim." I close the door before he can answer and before he can enter the room. Safe at last! I dress for bed and turn out the light. As I lay in the bed, I think back over the night.

"You dummy, why didn't you let him in! I'll bet he is a great lover! You will probably never have a chance like this again!" I am really giving myself a rough time.

The phone rings and shakes me out of my thoughts. Who could be calling this time of night? I answer. It is Jim.

"Can I come to your room and talk?"

"Only talk?"

"Yes"

"I don't think so, Jim. I am too weak right now. It will just lead to other things."

"Ok, sorry to bother you."

After he hangs, up I begin thinking to myself again. "You are a super stupid now! That was your last chance! You will never see him again!"

There is a knock on my door. I put on my robe and look though the peep hole. It is Jim. I am glad to see him as I open the door.

"Let's talk."

"Ok, come on in."

We sit on the end of the bed and begin talking about my reasons for not having sex. I have never had sex with anyone other than Ron. If I did have sex, it would have to be someone I knew and cared for. I had only known Jim less than 12 hours. If we have sex tonight, it would not be "making love". It would only be FUCKING. Plain and simple. When I was growing up, nice girls didn't FUCK. They only petted with someone they were "going steady with" and loved.

Jim understands my feelings completely. He says that I may never have another chance to have sex with anyone else. The more he talkes, the more sense he makes. He reminds me that Ron has had affairs and it would be fair for me to experience one also. It would not be cheating.

"But, Jim, it would still just be FUCKING."

"That's right."

He then puts his arm around me and kisses me. I kiss back. His tongue again explores the inside of my mouth. We lay back on the bed. He unties the belt on my robe and pushes the robe aside. His hand slides inside my gown and caresses my soft breast. He squeezes it gently. He moves my breast in circles. We are both starting to breath deeper. He plays with my nipple. He squeezes it, pinches it, and twists it. I haven't felt this much like a woman in years! He pulls my gown down off my shoulders, exposing my milk white breasts. He looks at my bare breasts and I can tell he likes what he sees. My heart begins to race. Breathing is difficult. I am laying on a bed in a hotel room showing my naked breasts to a stranger. He takes a nipple in his mouth and begins to suck. GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD! His tongue runs circles around my hard pink nipple.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!", I moan out loud. I put my hand in the top of his pants and find his hard dick. My fingers encircle it. It is huge. I don't know if I will be able to take it inside me. His hips begin to move.

He stands up at the end of the bed and pulls me to a standing position. I am standing about a foot in front of him, facing him. He raises my arms up toward the ceiling and pulls my gown over my head. He then turns me around and backs me up to him and puts his arms around me. He kisses me on the neck.

He cups a hand around each tit and squeezes. I look into the full length mirror and see this strange man kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. My face is flushed. The only thing I have on is a pair of white bikini panties. WHAT A TURN ON! He squeezes my tits, pulls and twists my pink nipples. I feel my panties getting wet once again. I am tingling all over. He turns me around to face him again. He gets on his knees in front of me and slides my wet panties to the floor. I step out of them. I am now completely naked! He studies my pussy for a few seconds. I spread my legs slightly to give him a better view. I like him examining it.

He rubs my legs very slowly and very lightly from my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then touches pussy lips. I spread my legs a little more. He never takes his eyes off my pulsating pussy. He slides a finger in and slips it in and out. My heart is racing again! He then slides another finger inside, then another. I can't get my breath! His other hand finds my clit and begins massaging.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!"

He kisses my hairy triangle. I put my hands on his head. His tongue probes my outer lips then dips between them. I spread my legs more to give him easier access to my most private area. His tongue reaches my clit and tweaks it. My knees get weak and begin to tremble. He sucks my clit into his mouth. I look into the mirror to get a better view of this strange man on his knees sucking my pussy. My whole naked body is jerking and my breasts are heaving with each jerk.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!", I thrust my pussy into his face. I loose all inhibition. "Stand up", I said.

When he stands up, I unbutton his shirt and slide if off his shoulders. I kneel in front of him and unfasten his belt and unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor. My hand rubs his hard dick through his white briefs. I rub his hairy thighs. I slide my hand under the elastic waste band and slide his briefs to the floor. His hard dick stands straight out pointing at my face. It is magnificent. It must be 10 inches long and very big around. I have not seen many dicks, but this must be the most beautiful dick in the world. I gently take it in my hand and slide my hand up and down the length of his shaft.

I want to take it in my mouth, but I am afraid. I have only sucked one dick in my life. Jim puts his hands on my head and moves my head closer to this monster. I kiss the head lightly. I move my mouth down the outside edge of his shaft and kiss the sides of this magnificent member. Jim uses a little more force with his hands and moves my head back in front of his dick and pushes it against my mouth. I open my mouth and he slowly inches in inside. His taste is different than Ron's. He doesn't taste bad at all. As a matter of fact, he tastes real good. I think my heart will burst out of my chest. Soon the whole head is inside my mouth and I suck and move my head back and forth. My mouth is stretched open as wide as it will go. It feels strange having someone else's dick in my mouth. Jim puts more pressure on my head with his hands and his dick moves to the back of my mouth. I have to fight not to gag. Now it is going in even deeper. I move my head back some to get my breath. I suck hard, hoping he will not want it to go in deeper. Jim is moaning.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh!"

He likes it! I take as much as I can into my mouth. I only manage to get about half of it's length inside. I continue to move my head back to the tip and then back as deep as I can go. I suck enthusiastically. One time when I am going as deep as I can, Jim presses my head and the entire length goes down my throat! I can't breath! I move my head back to take a breath then he pushes it back down again. This time it was easier. I didn't know I could take a dick so far down my throat. I feel Jim's knees begin to tremble.

I can tell he is about ready to cum. I am not ready for this to happen so I quit sucking his dick and take one of his hairy balls into my mouth and suck.

I stand up and walk over to the bed and lay down. He lays beside me and we kiss again. I can feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips. I reach down and take his still hard dick in my hand. I pump up and down. I then move my hand to his balls and cup them and squeeze gently. He sucks on my hard pink nipple. We are both now out of control. It is very hot in the room. He moves down between my legs and his tongue finds the opening of my pussy and he sticks it inside and then licks between my inner lips. He sucks my clit into his mouth and I go wild with excitement. 

Jim then gets on all fours with his huge dick pointing straight down. I lay under him and take that magnificent member into my mouth and begin sucking the head once again. I play with his balls and my hand finds it way to his ass hole. I know men like to have their ass hole rubbed because Ron is trying to get me to do it all the time. I usually don't do it with Ron, but I really want to please this new man.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"

He really likes me rubbing his ass hole. In a few minutes, I am on all fours and Jim is under me sucking my tits. First one then the other. I am just there on all fours, with my tits hanging down getting sucked like a cow. It feels incredible! He begins to rub my pussy while he is still sucking and I go crazy!

Jim stops and lays me on my back and gets over me. At last, We are going to do it.

He straddles me on all fours and looks down at me. "What do you want me to do now?", he asks.

"I want you to put it inside me."

"You mean that you want me to fuck you."

"Yes, I want you to fuck me."

"Well, you must ask me nice."

"Please don't tease me. Fuck me. Please, Jim, Please fuck me."

I spread my legs wide to make it easy for him to enter me. He lowers himself on me and I take his hard dick in my hand and guide it to my waiting pussy. It touches my opening and he stops.

"Please, Jim, I really want you to fuck me."

He slowly eases his huge cock into my very hot cunt and pumps up and down. I just can't describe how good it feels to have this strange cock pumping my cunt. My pussy has never been filled this full before.

"Play with your tits."

I take a tit in each hand and massage them. I usually don't get a thrill out of playing with my own tits, but this man watching me play with them while he fucks me really turns me on! 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!...Ooooohhhhhhh!...Oooooooooooohhhhh!" I cum almost immediately. I didn't want to cum so fast because I didn't want it to be over. Jim continues to pump my pussy. The excitement returns after only a very few seconds. I begin to be turned on again. Jim pulls his dick out of me.

"Please don't stop. I want to cum again!"

"Suck my dick for a little while."

I don't like to suck dicks after they have been inside me, but Jim is now sitting on my chest with his knees on each side of my head.




An Affair to Remember



It was late May of last year and Spring had given way to an early Summer. One afternoon, Helen was in the backyard by the pool rejuvenating with a little time under the warm sun in her bikini, when her portable phone rang. It was her husband, Brad, phoning to tell her that he would be bringing home a guest that afternoon for a few drinks - an old friend from his high school days who was in town - after which he suggested they go out for dinner together.

After the call, Helen set the phone down and settled into her recliner, ruminating about an interesting choice of restaurant.

A half an hour or so later, Helen was still by the pool in her bikini when Brad and his friend, Timothy, arrived. She had forgotten about the time and was caught a bit off guard when she heard her husband call to her from inside the house. Rushing, she reached for her robe but hadn't quite managed to cover up by the time the two men stepped out onto the patio. Timothy was privy to a brief look at the bikini-clad figure of his friend's wife. And what a figure it was. 

At twenty-eight, Helen, although by no means Rubinesque, was curvaceous in the extreme. And although she usually dressed in such a way as to obscure the fact that she was so buxom -- as best as any woman can who wears a size 32DDD bra -- this was clearly not one of those times. 

Timothy tried his best not to notice her voluptuous form: large, firm breasts, curvy hips, soft skin and a beautiful, curvaceous derriere. Indeed, despite the size of her chest, it was the pleasing arc of her behind that first caught Timothy's attention; that, and the fact that the auburn-haired woman before him was quite pretty.

When Brad introduced the two of them, Helen, though she didn't show it, was equally impressed with the 'optics' of her husband's friend -- Timothy was drop dead gorgeous! And had a smile and an easy charm that made an immediate impression on her. 

She shook his hand and looked up into his penetrating, blue eyes. Timothy was a thirty-one-year-old art dealer from the west coast. He and Brad had been close friends since high school. But after their university days, Brad had stayed put, while Timothy had gone to live in Europe for several years before finally settling out west.

According to Brad, he had never married, but had never been short of female company. He loved women and it showed - which was doubtless part of the reason so many women loved him back! He was also, as Helen had observed, quite good-looking, in a way that was both a ladies' man- as well as a man's man-type of way; A lethal mix that woman found irresistible. 

The wavy black hair, white teeth and chiseled features didn't hurt either.

Helen and Brad had been married for four years and she loved him dearly. But for Helen, a woman who definitely appreciated the sport of flirtation, the excitement and passion, though still there, had understandably diminished. 

She put on a short, slinky black cocktail dress - one that Brad was forever asking her to wear (but rarely did because it drew so much attention to her ample bustline) - and the three of them went out to an upscale French restaurant downtown; one with a lovely red-bricked courtyard. The three of them spent a pleasant candlelit evening under the moonlight.

It was easy to see why Timothy and her husband had been so close. The two of them, even after years apart, could still seemingly read each other's mind. At least for the most part that is, since Brad never suspected that his friend found his wife as attractive as he did. The subtle flirtation between Timothy and Helen struck him as just that: harmless flirtation; flirting, after all, was just something his friend did with women.

Still, there was more to it than met Brad's unsuspecting eyes. And as the evening progressed, and the wine flowed, Helen fast fell under Timothy's spell. He was witty, could talk about anything, and had a way of making the people around him feel like he was listening intently to everything they said. She found him exciting and incredibly sexy. And all too quickly, the evening was over.

They said their goodbyes and Timothy left for his hotel. On the way home, Helen tried to steer the conversation away from the subject of Timothy, though in truth she couldn't get him out of her mind. She assumed she'd never see him again.

Two days later, however, out of the blue, Timothy called her around midday - a day when she was working from home and Brad was at his office. He sounded even sexier over the phone. 

He explained that he had several hours to kill before catching his flight home later that afternoon. He asked her if she wouldn't mind keeping him company and meeting him for a drink at his hotel. Although it felt slightly awkward, especially considering how attracted she was to him, Helen justified it by telling herself it was just a harmless drink and the polite thing to do. 

They met at a quiet, intimate lounge inside his hotel. Timothy looked as stylishly dressed and as handsome as ever. And she couldn't help but notice that her hand trembled slightly when she raised her wine glass to her lips.

However much she tried to convince herself otherwise, she found him incredibly sexy. And though it was just a harmless drink on the surface, the two of them both knew it was more than that.

Timothy was equally entranced. He had resisted the impulse to call Helen for two days, before finally giving in. He knew it was wrong; she was his friend's wife. He knew he wanted more from her than polite conversation. And he couldn't get the image of that bikini-clad body out of his mind. Despite her reserve, there was something overtly sexual about her that he found irresistible; perhaps it was the contrast of the two parts of her personality. 

There was a sexual current between them that was palpable and their conversation gradually became more and more intense, until at one point, and before she realized what she was doing, Helen reached across the table and touched his hand. She pulled it back almost instantly, but somehow a line had been crossed. Not long after, they finished their drink and Helen drove him to the airport. Before seeing him off, he gave her his e-mail address.

This small gesture would ultimately prove to be the beginning of a long distance relationship. The two corresponded to each other almost right away; e-mails progressed to telephone calls when Brad wasn't home. Before long, they were both being completely open about their mutual attraction for one another. Desire bested guilt. And then fate played the next card: As the director of marketing for a national firm, Helen was often required to travel on business. In late July, she was tasked with traveling to the west coast - to the same city as Timothy called home -- for meetings with one of her firm's regional offices.

Unbeknownst to Brad, Helen and his friend had soon made plans to be together during the week she would be out west.

Her flight left in the early afternoon, before her husband got home from work, and she took full advantage: making sure to wear something that would catch Timothy's attention when he picked her up at the other end. For under things, she put on a set of lacy, aqua-coloured bra and panties - putting drops of perfume in the bra cups and in the crotch of her panties before putting them on. Over top she wore a sexy little summery dress with spaghetti straps. The dress gave her oodles of cleavage and emphasized the size of her bustline. She capped the ensemble with a pair of open-toed Manolo Blaniks heels. 

Ironically, the night before her departure, Brad had suggested to Helen that she should give his friend a call while she was out there, if she found she had the time!

The flight seemed to take forever, but five hours later, she arrived on the coast. She spotted Timothy's sexy smile from across the way as he stood outside the gate, waiting for her. The sight of him in his tailored black suit and crisp white shirt open at the collar made her weak in the knees.

They made it as far as his Mercedes in the parking lot before they could resist no longer and embraced for the first time. Helen trembled with excitement in his arms, and they kissed each other hungrily. They were barely able to contain their lust en route to his beautiful modernist house overlooking the ocean.

Once inside things progressed rapidly. As a prelude to making love for the first time, Timothy requested a sultry striptease from Helen. She was only too happy to oblige.

Throwing off his suit jacket, he sat back in a chair -- next to his expansive king-size bed -- and watched his friend's wife slowly undress for him.

She shimmied out of her dress and stood there before him in high heels, wearing only her lacy bra and panties, and proceeded to perform an impromptu, albeit inspired, striptease for him. As her sultry 'performance' reached its climax, she unhooked her bra and let her large breasts fall free. Timothy was amazed at how little they sagged, all the more remarkable considering their size. Her nipples were huge -- like pink saucers -- and were eminently suckable. 

Helen had been so preoccupied with undressing for him that she hadn't noticed much more than the lustful expression on his face. Suddenly she glanced down at the front of his black, pleatless suit pants, and for the first time saw the large bulge in his pants. The dimensions of what she was looking at didn't register at first -- only that he had become aroused from watching her undress. Something she found incredibly exciting. "You ARE beautiful," he said. 

"Timothy, I want to see you now," she answered, unable to disguise her own lust any longer.

She approached him, placed her hand beneath his strong chin, and kissed him deeply, passionately. 

His hands wandered -- sliding over her hips and ass, feeling their smoothness -- as her tongue met his. Her fingers worked the buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, and she helped him peel it off. She threw it on the floor as he unfastened his belt. Next, she unbuttoned the top button of his pants and unzipped his fly. He raised his hips from the chair as she took hold of the waistband of his pants and underwear, pulling them down to his knees. What she uncovered made her gasp audibly. 

He had grown accustomed to women's reactions when they first laid eyes on his penis, and Helen's was no exception. 

"Oh my god!!!" she blurted out; her hand covering her mouth. 

Since his early teens, every female he had been intimate with had reacted in a similar fashion when they first looked at what he had hidden in his pants. 

Fully aroused, he was just under eleven inches long and bigger around than most women's wrists -- and at that particular moment, he wasn't even quite fully aroused yet. 

Completely taken aback, Helen had stopped tugging on his pants the moment Timothy's enormous cock sprang from the confines of his black boxers. Timothy reached down; pushing his pants past his knees until they dropped to the floor, then removed his shoes and socks.

Helen couldn't stop staring at the monster bobbing heavily between thighs. 

"I've never seen one that big before," she said softly. 

She knelt down between his legs, with a tentative expression on her face, and he took her hand and guided it to the huge, fleshy stalk in his lap. 

In countless long distance sexual fantasies, she had imagined making love to Timothy and taking him completely into her mouth. Now, in the flesh, she wasn't sure that she could even manage to get her lips over the large head.

He placed her hand on his manhood, and she tried to close her fingers around it, succeeding only partially, and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was just enough to cause a drop of clear pre-cum to ooze from the tip. 

"I can't, Timothy," she said sheepishly, with a tremor of fear in her voice. "It's too big."

"Yes you can, Darling," he answered. "Just relax and do it slowly. Do the best you can. I promise I won't force it."

She pushed her lips against the large head, pursing her lips and sucking the droplet of pre-cum from the tip. In her fantasies, she had dreamed of tasting him. 

She brought her other hand up and gripped it with both hands. And for several minutes she was content to just lick the length of his shaft. She then lifted his sac to lick that erogenous ridge of skin right behind it and between his legs. After several minutes, she still hadn't tried to take him in her mouth. 

Timothy had been stroking the back of her neck, and, reaching down, switched to her breasts, marveling at their weight and firmness. 

Her excitement increased; the taste of his salty pre-cum fired her lust. Finally summoning up the courage, she moved up his shaft and once again pursed her lips. Carefully, opening her mouth she slipped her lips over the head, eventually opening her mouth wide enough to accommodate a little more. She was gently working both hands up and down his shaft, and when her wet lips slipped down to take his entire head and a bit more into her mouth, he began to rock his hips in time with her sucking. Eventually, he lost control, and flooded her mouth with his cum. 

She'd braced herself when she felt his shaft pulsate, but she wasn't ready for the volume and force of his ejaculation. It exploded against the back of her throat. She swallowed what she could and let the rest ooze down his shaft and trickle across her fingers. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly; a string of his white ejaculate trickled downwards from the corner of her mouth. The head and shaft of his enormous organ was smeared with her red lipstick. 

"My turn," said Timothy. 

Placing his large hands under her arm, he stood and lifted her to her feet. The grabbing her up in his arms, he carried her over and deposited her atop his big bed. 

He wasted no time; parting her legs, pushing them up and back against her chest, and dropping his head down between. Her fertile delta was to him a thing of exquisite beauty. It was soon apparent to Helen that Timothy was adept with his tongue and knew how to pleasure a woman orally. No doubt he's had plenty of practice, she thought to herself. 

Her pussy was already slick with her own wetness. He parted her hot lips and thrust his tongue inside her. He knew how to read a woman's body; knew when to apply pressure to the clitoris with his tongue, when to ease off. She climaxed almost immediately. 

After her orgasm, her clit was momentarily sensitive and so Timothy transferred his attentions to her full breasts. His gentle suckling soon produces two swollen and puffy areolas. She let out a series of deep sighs. When it came to her breasts, despite their size, she found the delicate touch the most pleasurable. He proved good with his hands, too, gently tracing circled around each breast with his fingers.

Lifting himself up, he took hold of her hips and turned her over on her stomach; spreading her legs again. 

Grasping the firm ass cheeks of her glorious behind, he spread them, opening her up, then moved his face down and kissed her puckered hole; thrusting the tip of his tongue just inside. This drove her absolutely wild, and the intensely pleasurable sensation caused her to wiggle her ass backwards, pressing her bum hole even tighter against his face. 

Timothy had the presence of mind - and past experiences had taught him this -- to wonder to himself if Helen would be able to handle his size. She wouldn't have been the first to experience genuine difficulty. Nor would she have been the first to deny him entry out of fear.

"God, I hope she can handle me," he thought hopefully.

Lifting himself up off the bed once again, he turned her back over. Lifting her legs up, and standing between them, he rubbed the head of his huge erection along Helen's puffy wet maidenhead. 

Helen's brain was so clouded with lewd and lustful thoughts, that it took several seconds for her to realize that he was about to push his enormous cock into her vagina. Alarmed, she suddenly pleaded, "Please Darling, you're too big. You'll rip me open." 

"It'll be alright, sweetheart," he said, trying to assuage her fears. "I promise I won't hurt you."

With that, he pressed the large bulbous head against her slit and edged forward.

He felt immense to her right from the beginning, and she panicked slightly. 

At first, her lips folded in, and then parted as he entered, stretching her open. 

She grimaced -- a look on a woman's face Timothy was no stranger to.

"Oh my god," she said wincing. "No. Please. It's too big."

He paused, holding her legs up, protecting the ground he had already gained. 

"Relax Darling, relax. I won't hurt you." 

She was breathing hard, wanting him, but fearful of his enormous size. 

Holding still and concentrating, she tried her best to relax her vaginal muscles in the same way she'd learned to relax her rectum during anal sex. 

When he thought she was ready, he pressed, stretching her even further, and sliding just another inch or so inside her. 

"Oh my god, stop," she pleaded. He did as she asked for a bit, then slipped in still another inch. Her vaginal lips were stretched to their limit, now he was forcing the inner walls of her vaginal canal to stretch to accommodate him. 

He'd been through this many times before with a number of women, to the point where he knew exactly how patient he would have to be. Slowly, inch by inch, he slipped his huge cock into her, until he had just over half of it in. For now, he was content to have accomplished that much. He pulled back out until the rim of the head emerged, then slipped back in. 

As the pain slowly began to subside, she became aware of his cock now sliding slowly in and out of her vagina. His cock was so big that it was actually sliding against her clit creating a potent cocktail of pain AND pleasure. Bracing her heavy breasts with one hand and placing the other on Timothy's tummy to discourage him from getting too eager too quickly, she closed her eyes and felt her orgasms gradually build from a place deep inside her tummy - finally overtaking her in a series of waves. It took Timothy longer, but when he finally climaxed, he came as forcefully as he had in her mouth. 

When he pulled out of her pussy, the thickness of his manhood caused it to remain gaping open for a time; the mixture of his cum and her juices trickled out and puddled atop his silken sheets. 

Lowering her legs, he collapsed on the bed and pulled her back in against him; wrapping her in his arms, tenderly kissing the back of her neck. 

Several minutes passed before either of them spoke; both preferring to savour the tranquility of the moment. 

"I've never felt like this before," she said, taking his hand in hers and 

kissing it.

"I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you in your bikini back in May," replied Timothy.

"I felt the same way . But if I had known you had THAT big of a weapon in your pants, I might have run in the opposite direction!" she added, half serious, half teasing. She couldn't resist the obvious question. 

"Exactly how big ARE you, sweetie?" 

"Just under eleven inches, I think," he answered. 

"Good god!" she whispered.

She wondered to herself if he'd managed to put it all in; her eyes had been closed much of the time. Considering how much it hurt, she thought he must have. Though in truth, he'd managed about two-thirds. 

"I hope I'm not so stretched that Brad will notice!" she exclaimed.

They were comfortable lying in each others arms, talking about all the days they'd spent waiting and longing. And when he asked her to spend the night, she almost said yes. But she knew if Brad called her hotel room, and she hadn't checked in yet, that he would be worried. She also had an early meeting the next day.

They both climbed off the bed and he led her by the hand to his spacious stand-up shower. Afterwards, they both got dressed and left. 




An Affair to Remember



Timothy delivered her to her hotel and gave her one last kiss goodnight before returning home. They made plans to meet the following afternoon. 

As she rode the elevator to her floor, she felt completely blissful, though quite sore between her legs!

As soon as Helen entered her hotel room, she kicked off her shoes and let her dress fall to the floor. 

In bra and panties, she went into the large marble fixture bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. After pinning up her long auburn hair, she removed her bra and panties and submerged herself in the warm perfumed water of her bubble bath. 

For several minutes she relaxed, luxuriating in the aftermath of a very satisfying sexual encounter. Unconsciously, she touched herself between her legs, wincing slightly in pain. 

My goodness he hurt going in, she thought to herself, but afterwards - wow!

Getting out, she dried herself off, and then sat on the edge of the bed that faced a large mirror. She spread her leg and examined her beleaguered vagina, not surprised that it still appeared quite raw. She tried to think of something to put on the lips to take away the soreness. 

She was still examining herself when she was startled by the telephone ringing. She expected to hear Brad on the other end. Instead, it was Timothy calling, making sure she had gotten settled all right. Sitting there in her hotel room, talking to the sexiest she had ever met, having only just made love to him, excited her. Still, she was a bit surprised to feel that sore spot between her legs begin to dampen again so soon afterwards. 

"I've been thinking of some conspicuously hedonistic west coast things for you to experience while you're out here, and I came up with one that would be both relaxing and allow me to shamelessly ogle you at the same time," he said with a sexy laugh.

"Oh, and what would that be?" she asked.

"I know how much you enjoy the sun," he answered. "Let me take you to a beautiful nude beach tomorrow. It's not far from where I live. I think you'll love it."

"A nude beach!" she giggled. "I've never been to one before."

"All the more reason to experience it," he replied.

With some convincing on Timothy's part, the two of them agreed to spend some time on the beach after Helen returned from her morning meeting.

Around noon the next day, he picked her up at her hotel and the two of them drove out to the coast. From the parking lot, it was a bit of a trek to the actual beach. Eventually they emerged from a long pathway to a secluded stretch of beach and a sign warning people that it was 'clothing optional' from here on in.

Helen was surprised how large it was, and how many nude sunbathers there were. It was downright crowded.

By the time Helen finished commenting on the tranquil beauty of their surroundings, Timothy had already removed his sandals, his shirt, and was undoing the button of his surfer trunks. 

"I can't believe how comfortable you are about this, and how silly I feel," she giggled quietly, undoing the buttons of her blouse. Despite her initial unease, by the time she was stepped out of her sandals - and perhaps it was the excitement of the group nudity - she was already feeling the stirrings of sexual excitement. 

Removing her blouse, she looked over at Timothy just as he stepped out of his pants. He had on only a skimpy pair of men's bikini underwear, and the bulge in the crotch was frightening -- bringing back the memory of the pain she had experienced when he first entered her the night before. But when he slipped off his last restraint, revealing his beautiful penis, she also recalled the pleasures it had afforded her. 

"Hurry up, now. Don't be shy" he said, smiling.

"What are you going to do to me if I don't do as I'm told?" she asked, grinning, and dropping her skirt to the towel beneath her feet. "Beat me with that huge night stick of yours???" 

She reached back and unfastened her bra, tossing it into her beach bag, then hooked her fingers under the elastic band of her bikini panties and stripped them down her legs. When she stood up, she was as naked as he was. 

With the warm sun caressing their bodies, he took her by the hand and together they walked to the edge of the Pacific. As they stood there, the warm water lapping at their feet, Helen looked down at the huge fleshy organ that descended from his small patch of dark pubic hair, still marveling that anyone could actually be that well endowed. 

As they stood together at the water's edge, she leaned her head against his arm and ran her hand across his flat tummy. His penis was soft, but it was still very long, thick and quite formidable looking. In its relaxed state, it was still considerably larger than her husband's erection. 

"Sweetheart, was your penis always this big?" she asked. 

"Well, I wasn't born this way, if that's what you mean," he joked. 

"Don't be silly," replied Helen. " I mean when you were in, say, high school, and friends with my husband?"

"Maybe not quite as big as I am now, but just about. Why?"

"I'm just curious. Did girls ever shy away from all that?"

"Yes - in fact, as you well know, grown women STILL react that way from time to time," he answered, looking her in the eye and smiling knowingly.

"When I was in my early teens, I assumed all boys had penises as big as mine. I hadn't really seen anyone else's up until that time, other than my own. Then when I got to high school, we had to take showers after gym class. It was then that I first discovered I was nearly twice as big as anyone else. The other boys soon saw how big my penis was, and not long after that, word got around school that there was an ironic explanation for my nickname - 'Tiny Tim'".

The two shared a laugh and then returned to their place on the beach.

Walking hand in hand, the two of them were quite a formidable sight: two tanned and well put together naked bodies; Helen, with her long, auburn hair in a ponytail, her curvy hips, and her large, firm breasts bouncing to and fro; and Timothy: tall, slim and broad-shouldered, with his huge flesh-coloured prong slapping against his thigh as he walked.

Helen felt the stares of more than a few men and women as they made their way to their towels. For reasons she couldn't quite understand, she felt a shiver of delight and giggled to herself, when, passing two attractive younger women, she saw one of them look up and stare at Timothy's huge penis in disbelief. Tapping her friend on the arm, the other looked up, and, obviously without thinking, blurted out, "Oh, my god!" 

As soon as they sat down on their towels, Helen applied a layer of suntan lotion to herself, then her lover. She dabbed a bit on his nose, kissing him sweetly on the lips. When it came time to give his organ a layer of protection, she squirted some lotion into the palm of her hand and then reached down between his legs.

"Don't mind me," she said, smiling. Timothy smiled back from behind his sunglasses.

She felt his beautiful, fat stalk begin to swell in her hand.

"Careful," he said, laughing quietly. "I don't want to get arrested."

"I can't imagine the shock of the inexperienced young women who saw THIS back in high school!" said Helen, letting his heavy manhood slip back down between his parted thighs. "The poor things must have been absolutely terrified!"

"I did have my share of teenage girls looking at it with fear and disbelief, and many of them refused to deal with it outright," he said. "I was very lucky to have lost my virginity to a much older woman." 

"Really???" asked Helen, curious.

"They say that if every young man had the chance to receive his sexual initiation from an older, experienced, and loving woman, the women they eventually married later in later life would be far happier in the bedroom," he continued. "Based on my own experiences, I would agree with that whole- heartedly."

"How did it happen?" she asked. "Who was she? Where did you meet her?" Timothy went on to recount a special episode from his teenage years.

When he was 16, to earn extra pocket money, he had struck a bargain with a housewife (who lived across the street and whose husband was often away) to do a number of chores for her on a regular basis: mow the lawn, odd jobs around the house, as well as clean their backyard pool. The two of them developed a special friendship, and Timothy confessed that before long he had developed quite a crush on his pretty 36 year-old neighbour.

He was soon spending a lot more time across the street. Sometimes, on hot afternoons, when he was busy cleaning the pool, Mrs. Moran would sit in the backyard in a sexy one-piece swimsuit, soaking up the sun. Not until later did he learn that she was usually discreetly checking him out from behind her dark sunglasses. 

"At 16, I was already over 6' tall," he said. "I remember she was always suggesting I take my shirt off."

"Wasn't that thoughtful of her," giggled Helen.

"Although I could swim, I wasn't a strong swimmer. Mrs. Moran, it turned out, was, and so that Summer she offered to give me some lessons in their pool. She told me if I wanted to learn properly, I had to invest in a Speedo- type swimsuit." 

The following week was his first lesson. With Mrs. Moran waiting by the pool in her slinky one-piece, Timothy had emerged from inside her house wearing his brief bikini swimsuit. 

"That was the first time I can consciously remember seeing a woman react to what was between my legs," said Timothy. "I guess it looked like I had a grapefruit stuffed in there. She noticed the huge wad and did a double take."

"Her swimming lessons always incorporated lots of hands-on instruction. I remember lots of smiling, and more and more flirtation with each successive lesson. 

"One afternoon, I dried myself off and went into her house and into the spare bedroom to change out of my Speedo. I turned around, and Mr. Moran had followed me. She stood very close, looking into me eyes. I was dry- mouthed and nervous; I was also a virgin and hopelessly awkward around girls. She told me how handsome she thought I was, and I responded by telling her how beautiful I thought SHE was. With that, she kissed me. Not my first kiss, but definitely the best and most sensual by far to that point.

"My swimsuit quickly got very crowded up front. Without taking her eyes from mine, Mrs. Moran gently reached down, slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of my swimsuit, and slowly untied the drawstring."

"'Have you ever made love to a girl before, Timothy?' she asked me softy. All I could do was shake my head in the negative."

Helen giggled.

"'I've been very curious about what you've got hidden in here ever since I first saw you in your swimsuit,' she said with a smile. 'It looks very, VERY big.'

"Before I had a chance to react," continued Timothy, "she knelt down and peeled my Speedo over my swelling penis. It dropped out and very nearly slapped her in the face. Her jaw dropped and she put her hand on her chest.

"That's when I heard my first, 'Oh my god!!!' 

"I remember she said, 'That's enough to take a woman's breath away!'"

"To make a long story short, we spent the rest of the afternoon making love. We had an amazing sexual relationship for about six months. It was the best introduction to sex -- and she was the best tutor -- a young man could have wished for.

"The one thing I'll always remember about that first time, and it brings a smile to my face every time I think of it, was when she had parted her legs, and just as I was about to penetrate her, Mrs. Moran looked at my erection and then up at me and said, 'It's YOUR first time, but I'M the one that's nervous!'

"Six months later she and her husband moved across the country for his work, and we never saw each other again.

"But I'll never forget her as long as I live." 

---

The two of them spent a lovely sunny afternoon luxuriating under the sun's caresses. Eventually it was time to head indoors. Besides, between Timothy's tales of his teenage sexual exploits, the warm sun on their bodies, and the smell of suntan lotion, the two of them were desperate for another round of lovemaking.

They packed up their things and headed off to the car.

It was all Helen could do to keep her hands off him on the drive back to his place.  

Like two excited teenagers, the two of them hurried off to Timothy's bedroom the moment they arrived.

He lifted her easily, and carried her to the large bed, depositing her in the middle, then straightened up and removed his t-shirt. She quickly stripped down to her panties and curled up on her side, watching him, her eyes moving down his body to his crotch and caught her breath once again as she spotted the enormous bulge in his surfer trunks. Before she could pull her eyes away, he had removed his t-shirt and kicked off his sandals. 

Lastly, she watched as he undid his trunks and let them fall to the floor. When he stood up straight again, his cock swayed to and fro from the small thatch of dark pubic hair. It looked bigger than she remembered, filling her with trepidation once again, as he climbed on the bed in front of her. 

"I've been looking forward to this all day," he said.

"Baby, I can't get you out of my mind either." Answered Helen. 

Just watching him undress made her incredibly wet. She drank in his Adonis-like form: the tapered waist, the thin smattering of chest hair across his strong chest, and of course, that long fat pendulum swinging between his thighs waiting to ravage her tender pussy.

Her face was flush with heat.

Timothy reached down, and in a moment of lusty abandonment, literally ripped her skimpy panties off her body. She almost swooned with excitement as a result.

He placed his thumb against her little bum hole and pressed his tongue against her swollen clitoris. The pleasure was heavenly.

"Oh Timothy, I never knew it could feel like this" she purred.

She ran her fingers through his hair, then drew him up to her and kissed his mouth, running her tongue past his lips and tasting her own wetness. 

"Oh sweetheart, I want to kiss it. I want you in my mouth."

He lay on his back and his erection came to rest against his tummy. His cock was as hard and as thick as it had ever been as she took hold of it in her small hand.

"I still can't believe how big you are" she said, trying to close her fingers around it, about midway down the thick shaft. 

A large droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Helen started licking the length of his cock, from the base to the tip, and then placed her lips just over the tip, tasting his lovely pre-cum. She slowly moved downward, opening her mouth ever wider to accommodate her lover's enormous, invading organ. After her lips passed down over the top of the shaft, she paused to swirl her tongue around the head. Then gently bobbing her head up and down, she managed to take in several more inches. The tip of his cock was pressing so hard against the back of her throat that she nearly gagged, until she discovered that if she breathed through her nose is was less uncomfortable for her. 

All the while she was working her lips over the top half of his cock, her hands were stroking the shaft with a steady rhythm. 

Timothy normally had better than average control, but Helen's cocksucking talents - notwithstanding his size - were exceptional. He soon lost control, sending streams of hot cum down her throat. Greedily, she gulped and swallowed as much as she could. Providing her beautiful lover with what was obviously a great deal of pleasure was an incredible turn-on for her. 

Holding her in his arms and kissing her tenderly soon restored the vitality to Timothy's huge cock. He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, slowly stroking her moist slit with his finger as he lay next to her, and suckled her large areola. 

For the next little while, they were content to kiss and be kissed. 

"Darling, please, I want you now. I can't wait any longer," she said, breathing hard as she rubbed the smooth bulb of his cock head along her wet slit. 

Kneeling between her parted thighs, he reached for an ever-handy tube of KY-liquid. He applied a generous amount to her vulva, and then worked some of it with his fingers just inside her vagina. He then applied a coating of it over his entire cock and worked it in with his hand.

Next, he lay down on his back and pointed his fleshy monster towards the ceiling. 

Every time she looked at it she felt frightened first, then ached to have him inside her. 

"Why don't you try on top, sweetie? That way you can control how much and how fast."

Eagerly, Helen got on her knees, straddling his waist. She took hold of his cock and placed the tip of the head between the folds of her vaginal lips. Leaning slightly forward, she slowly lowered herself down. The super-slick lubrication made the initial penetration easier, and she eased herself downward another few inches. Even though it was sliding in a bit easier, she was still being stretched to her limit. She gasped audibly from the feel of it as it penetrated her. The pain didn't seem quit as bad as their first time together, but she still had to pause quite a bit. 

Several times, she raised herself up until her pussy lips were just enveloping his head, then slid back down again, taking in all she had could plus a little more. 

Timothy fondled her breasts, and then caressed her lovely bottom and bum hole. He still had plenty of lubrication on his fingers so when she lifted, he would push his finger inside, making her moan. 

She had over half of his cock stuffed into her pussy and was determined to take as much of it as she possibly could. Biting her lip, she let her weight down, letting it do the work for her, working her way downwards until she could take no more and was almost resting her bum on his thighs. 

"O my god, it feels like it's coming up my throat!" she panted. Truly, it felt to her as if his cock had penetrated her all the way up to her ovaries.

Timothy closed his eyes and savoured the exquisite feeling of his cock slowly sliding deeper and deeper into a hot, wet, loving pussy. 

She began to whimper as she raised herself up then down again, meeting his thrusts. It felt as though her entire body was being opened up by huge stalk. After several minutes, he quickened his pace and began to drive his cock into her a little more forcefully.

The expression on her face was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Oh, my god!" she panted breathlessly. "Oh my god, it so big!!!"

He reached up, kneading her DDD-cup breasts as she bounced up and down on his lap. In a few minutes, her moans of pain and pleasure changed to gasps of ecstasy as her climaxes came, one right after the other in quick succession.

Despite a fairly relentless pace, Timothy eventually sensed that he would soon cum. With that, he rolled them both over onto their sides, and, with no small amount of dexterity, rotated and ended up behind her with Helen on her stomach. He then lifted her by her hips until she had her knees under her, and her beautiful bum was raised, her breasts pressed against the silky sheets. 

Still firmly grasping her hips, he began thrusting his pelvis forward as far as he could without causing her too much pain, his cock going so deep it felt to her again as though it might bang out her ovaries. 

""OH MY GAWD!!! IT'S SO BIG!!!"

Expert cocksman that he was, Timothy knew just how to avoid hitting Helen's cervix too forcefully on the intake. 

"Fuck me, baby!!!" she howled. "Oh god, yes, don't stop!!! Fuck meeee!!!"

When he finally came, she swore she could feel his hot cum splash deep inside her pussy. 

Afterwards, they fell asleep in each other's arms for an hour or so before waking and taking another luxurious shower together. They went out for a romantic dinner that night, and later went for a moonlight stroll along a stretch of beach in their bare feet - despite the fact that Helen found it a bit difficult to walk?




An Affair to Remember



Their time together on the coast past like a dream. 

Still, in every way, it was an affair to remember.



An Affair to Remember



We had met online, got to know and like one another, talked on the phone a couple of times, and, because we both worked downtown, were able to meet for lunches. We saw right away we were in similar situations: married and not wanting to leave our marriages, but needing more passion, intimacy, friendship, and connection. Neither of us had had an affair before, and we were both a little scared and nervous to be reaching out to a new person, but nonetheless we wanted to very much. In a way we were both a little lonely and needed to find someone to share our feelings with.

It was spring, and we were incredibly lucky to have a weekend where both of our spouses were away. For some time we had wanted to be closer, but it had been hard to find the opportunity. Now, with a little finesse, an entire evening and night spread out before us, and we both realized the time had arrived for us to carry the closeness we had experienced in conversation and into the closeness of making love.

For the first time, we were able to able to have long dinner together, to talk and laugh and get through whatever awkwardness we were feeling. After dinner, we walked arm in arm to the place we had arranged. Once inside our room, we got settled and then stood across from one another, holding each other's hands. Drawing close, we kissed, softly and lightly at first, then with increasing passion and depth. Before then, our kisses had been only furtive, but now tongues met and we savored the long kisses we could now share. She held me tight while we poured our energy into one another. I felt her breasts rising to me through her clothes, and I also felt myself stiffening against her.

I unbuttoned her blouse and slide it off her shoulders. She did the same with my shirt. She reached behind her back and undid her bra,. Her hands brushed the loosened straps from her shoulders, and her bra fell to the floor. Her breasts were full, and turned out and down a little. Standing there bear-breasted, her hair straying about her forehead and shoulders, she was gorgeous. As she reached down to let her slacks and panties slide down her legs, I got out of my pants and underwear as fast as I could. A sexy little whiff of our odor rose up to our noses. We look at one another, and smiled. She had a little hint of a belly, and the she had let the hair between her legs grow naturally. All in all she was supremely attractive and desirable.

We made our way to the bed and, lying down, began caressing each all over, exploring and getting to know how the other felt, our excitement mounting. We kissed and nuzzled and rolled around, and told each other how happy we were to finally come together. When she was on her back, I moved on top some and began kissing her breasts and rolling her nipples, first one, then the other, in my mouth and over my tongue.

Moving down, I ran my lips over her abdomen until I reached her sex. Holding her thighs with my hands, I touched her with my tongue until I found where it was most pleasurable for her. Then I started licking. I felt one of her hands hold my head and her thighs tighten a little around me. A little moan escaped her mouth. I continued, and slowly her moaning and moving increased, until her breathing got heavier and faster and she started to call out. Taking in a big breath and arching up to me, she cried out in rhythm with her orgasm. When her coming settled down, I stopped for a moment and lay one side of my head on the inside of her thigh. She kept breathing deeply, savoring her pleasure and recovering. I asked her if she wanted me to start again, and she squeezed out a "Yes" and threw her arms back over her head.

When she had come again, and while she was still gasping, I moved up her body until my penis met her sex. Together we found her vagina and I slipped in to her warmth and wetness, and felt her enfold me, as if her whole body were around me. We both grunted softly at how good it felt, at the thrill of experiencing a new person, and I started moving gently, trying to apply pressure where she wanted it most. She raised her legs to hold me, and her arms embraced me around my back. We pushed like this for a while; still coming down off her last orgasm, she started coming again pretty soon.

While her pleasure was going down inside her a little, I kissed her neck and mouth and gave her my tongue. We were caressing one another, and slowly she rolled me over and lay down on top of me. She kissed me fully and reached down to place my penis inside her again, then started moving her hips up and down and telling me how good I felt moving inside her. Then she drew up her knees and raised herself with her hands on my shoulders. I was now going deep inside her and could see her beautiful body and feel her weight on me. I moved my hands over her, holding her thighs, her sides, her breasts, letting her suck my fingers. Sometimes she leaned back to get a different feeling, other times forward. She would slow down or speed up, varying the depth of penetration, until she worked herself to another orgasm. I just enjoyed being inside and feeling her body and pleasure. With every thrust we both let out little gasps and grunts. Her cries got louder and more piercing when she came.

She slowed but did not stop. I was very close to the point of not wanting or being able to hold back anymore. I was delighting in her pleasure, and her movements said, "Feel it with me. Let yourself go." I moved my hands up to hold her breasts. She cried out again and her arms bore down on my shoulders a little harder. I felt myself slipping into orgasm, and soon my whole body was gripped in intense pleasure, focused on my penis inside her and the come that was erupting out of me. I cried out with every spasm as she fucked me harder to finish me.

When my pulsing had died down, she leaned forward and we kissed and laughed and told one another how wonderful it was to be close. She rolled off me, and I felt myself slipping out of her. Lying in each others arms, utterly relaxed, we talked of how we felt we had really made love, how close we felt, and how we wanted to know each other for a long time.



An Affair to Remember



Sometimes words are not enough, and sometimes they aren't even needed. When the connection, and intensity is so strong that a look will do, that's when you know you have true love. 

Kellie and Jack's relationship was stronger then ever, their feelings had intensified, and they had gotten past any petty differences. This was a couple deeply, madly and passionately in love. The bonus of being in love is the amazing lovemaking that happens between two people, which they now shared together. 

Kellie always enjoyed sex thoroughly, but making love to Jack was better than anything she'd ever felt. Kellie was quite experienced, with more sexual exploration then Jack ever had. But some how, they just knew what to do together. It always felt like the first time; that amazing feeling she got the first time he entered her. 

Jack and Kellie could just lay or sit and kiss for hours. Deep passionate, sweet tender kisses, that lingered on forever. Jack could make his girl cum just by kissing her; licking her neck; and tonguing her ears. This was the only man in her sexual life that ever had that effect on her. Just by talking to her man on the phone, Kellie would become wet instantly. The amazing thing is, Kellie had the same effect on her man, he would hear her sweet voice, and would become erect. Their feelings and love could become unmatched by anything else describable. 

Even after several months of being together, the lust they felt for each other never diminished, it somehow grew more intense. One evening after shopping they sat in his car, and began kissing. The kind of kissing that you don't remember where you start and he begins. 

Kellie sat beside her lover, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as his tongue probed her mouth. Even after just minutes of kissing her panties were soaked, and she could feel her nipples harden. Long slow kisses coupled with penetrating stares made the couple extremely hot for each other. Kellie's legs wontedly spread; as if to beg Jack to touch her love button. The windows steamed up, as their breathing quickened. They kissed for hours on end, touching each other's bodies; not caring and forgetting they were in a shopping mall parking lot. 

Jack continued to kiss her, as he slid his hand down between her legs. He knew he had to taste her sweet juice, as he licked his fingers from where they were just buried. He dove down between her legs, as he pulled her panties from her well-shaped soft legs. Jack positioned his gorgeous face and began sliding his tongue up and down her bald pussy. Her scent covered his lips, and soaked his tongue, as he dove deeper inside her wet gash. Her moans got louder, as her nails scrapped the material on the ceiling of the car. He rocked her to orgasm with his tongue as her sweet nectar flowed from her hot spot. 

Kellie sat up, smiled, composed herself, and with one quick gesture pushed Jack back in his seat. She wanted to return the amazing favor. His cock was hot, wet and hard as it had ever been, waiting for her to take him in her mouth. She undid the buttons on his button down jeans, smiling she looked up at him; he teased her by not wearing any underwear. 

His enormous erection was beautiful, how his head glistened with precum; she flicked her tongue on the tip. His cock fully erect was over 8 inches long, and the thickest cock she had ever seen. It wasn't the length that mattered to her; or any woman for that matter; it's the thickness that counts. She wanted to get right to it, she knew how to work his cock with precision; to control how fast or slow he came. She wrapped her lips around his head and slowly worked down his shaft, as deep as she could take him. She always loved sucking cock, but with Jack at first it was more of a challenge because he was so big. 

As time went on, she got more comfortable with his shaft, and knew how to work it as deep as she wanted to. This night, because of the location, she wanted to get the job at hand done quickly. She stroked his cock with one hand, as she fondled his balls with the other. Her mouth working hard on his throbbing veiny cock, licking and sucking with all her might. She could tell by his breathing, he wasn't far from cumming now. Right before he came his breathing always increased, and he moaned her name. Tonight he came with a powerful shot, his juices flowed down her throat, and she proudly swallowed. As they sat back up, and basked in the glow of the moments earlier, they were shocked and surprised to see two Police cars sitting opposite them. Uncertain of how long they watched the loving couple, Jack decided it was best they left as quickly as they could. Kellie nervously agreed, but they both laughed, as they were a safe distance out of the mall parking lot. 

Nothing was off limits; they would meet in different locations, just to keep their relationship interesting. Kellie always wore a short skirt with no panties, and Jack often went without undies as well. It became a challenge to them, basically to see how much and where they could fool around without getting caught. Whether it was fast food parking lots, or their infamous shopping mall space, it was always intense. One afternoon, they found a quiet little movie theater parking lot. There they parked under the trees, them crawled in the back seat, and within moments of kissing, she slid him inside her. It was amazing and indescribable, how he felt inside her walls, his thickness filling every inch of her up. She rode him hard, and fast, as they stopped to look around because Jack noted that the car was moving. They laughed and realized Kellie's deep hard thrusting was making the car move. She fucked him with an intensity that literally rocked their worlds. He came deep within her warm tight pussy, as she fell into his arms, they collapsed together. 

Unmistakably she loved him; she loved him with an intensity that she had never given out before, and that intensity grew because he had never known such love either. They deserved each other, a love that was impassable by anything, they needed to be together. A love like theirs was unimaginable, and both agreed they never knew love like this before. However, they both held a deep dark secret from the outside world. They were both married to other people. They knew about the others spouse, and accepted this fact of life, but as they got to know each other more and more, they realized that perhaps they should be together. The subject of being together forever was something they talked about in deep lengths, but not knowing the unknown scared them more. Reality is often harsh, and the truth usually hurts, but they knew that their love together could over come any hard road they might travel. 

The hard part was, as much as she loved Jack, she truly still had feelings for her husband. He was a good hard working man, who just forgot to continue to lust for his wife; to make her feel special; and wanted. Obviously they had other issues then that, but lack of intimacy drove her originally to another mans arms. However, what Kellie was missing she found with Jack, that and so much more. On the downside, Jack came from a marriage from which his wife stopped having sex with him all together, many years earlier. Both Kellie and Jack had needs and wants, and they were all being fulfilled by each other. What they never fully expected to happen was to fall completely in love with each other, to never be apart, to hopefully spend the rest of their lives together. 

They remain a work in progress, enjoying the time they spend together, cherishing moments of laughter, love, and intimacy.



An Affair to Remember



Many readers of my works have inquired about my affair with a secretary of mine from the past. I had not written about that experience but I did mention it in my writer profile. Since there has been sufficient interest I decided to write about it. This affair goes back in time to the years 1984 through 1989. It is a true story although I did embellish it a little.

Introduction

In 1984 I joined a large Midwestern healthcare company as a Senior Executive at the age of forty-four. I inherited the secretary from the previous person a woman executive who held that position. My secretary Cathy was 35 years old and married to a man of my age. She had short blond hair with a 34-25-35 figure. At 5'5" and 120 lbs. she was small breasted and her best asset was her ass. She was solidly built and exercised regularly and in excellent shape. Cathy was not a beautiful girl but she was attractive and dressed very tastefully.

The first year of employment was hectic in turning around a very difficult situation. I had to make many changes in management and staff. During this transition Cathy proved herself to be very loyal and capable of handling confidential and sensitive information. After the turnaround and when I felt that things were now headed in the right direction, I decided to hold a management retreat off-site. Cathy helped me organize the retreat and it was held at the Indian Lakes resort for two days. I had finalized my management team with ten managers as direct reports. The meeting was designed to get the new team pumped up about the new direction and team building. After the first day's activities we had a cocktail social in my two-bedroom suite. I invited the other two department secretaries, Annette and Sandra to participate in the social gathering.

Everyone was in good spirits and as the social came to a close my staff with the exception of Cathy and two managers adjourned to their rooms. The four of us had a couple of more drinks and it was obvious that Cathy had drunk too much. At one point she had come out of the bathroom and staggered across the room. I caught her before she fell, picked her up and carried her into one of the bedrooms. I placed her on the bed and being worried about her getting sick; I removed her one piece black jumpsuit. As I looked at her in her bra and panties I could not resist removing those as well. Her breasts were small and cute and she had a little tuft of blond hair above her pussy. She appeared to be passed out and I started to leave the room when she called out.

"Wait, don't leave me alone," she said softly in a somewhat slurred tone.

"I'll come back in a few minutes," I assured her and then I returned to the suite.

"She's out cold," I lied to Mike and Paul as I rejoined them to finish my drink.

"What are you going to do with her Walt," Paul asked?

"Well I'll let her sleep it off for awhile. I expect that she'll wake up and make it back to her room. If not I'll wake her in the morning. I am in the other bedroom so I don't have a problem if she crashes there." I replied. 

The three of us finished our drinks with some more chit-chat. Mike and Paul said goodnight and headed for their rooms. I went in to check on Cathy and as I looked at her nude form on the bed, I decided to join her. I knew I was crossing the line but I took off all of my clothes and approached the bed.

The Affair Begins

As I knelt on the bed with my cock in a semi-erect state, Cathy rolled toward me and said, "Oh, I am glad that you are back," as she took my cock into her mouth. 

Within minutes she had me rock hard proving that she was an accomplished cock sucker. I was anxious to get at her ass all the while wondering if she would let me fuck her in the ass. I moved her to all fours with her ass elevated and she placed her head on the mattress turned to one side so she could see me. I started playing with her pussy and her curvy ass lubricating her asshole with her own cunt juice. Cathy moaned and cooed as I fingered her pussy and her asshole simultaneously. I tired to get her asshole wet enough with her juices and my saliva so that I could fuck her ass.

I knelt behind her and tried to insert my cock in her ass but it just wouldn't go. Afraid of hurting her I tried more pussy juice and saliva for lubrication but to no avail. My cock is 7-8 inches long and about 5' around. There are times when it feels bigger and this was one of those times. I was fingering Cathy's ass when she spoke.

"Don't you have any cream," she asked.

Well if there is one thing resort rooms have is plenty of body lotion. I got off the bed to retrieve the lotion from the bathroom. As I did I realized that Cathy was going to let me fuck her in the ass. I returned to the bed and put an ample of amount of lotion in her asshole coating the tiny puckered opening of her anus and lubricating the rim.

I added my saliva to my lotion covered cock and nestled my dick against the entrance of her rectum momentarily before easing it inside her ass. I could feel my cock struggle to stretch the resistant muscles. My dick head burrowed in and her rigid passageway soon yielded to the determined action of my cock. Cathy moaned as my penis filled her hole.

"Go slowly at first it has been awhile," she said sexily.

I fucked her with long and deliberate strokes until my cock was sliding easily in and out of her ass. I caressed her shapely buttocks as I watched my penis move in and out of her rectum worming around inside of her curvy ass. I caressed her small tits and tweaked her nipples as I leaned over her body and whispered in her ear, "Cathy you have a hot ass, I love fucking you in your hot ass." My hands freely roamed her body and I pulled her hips drawing her backwards impaling her on my inflated member. I reached for her pussy to finger fuck her and diddle her clit but I found Cathy's hand already buried in her womb. She was frigging herself frantically working herself toward an orgasm. Suddenly I felt my cock inside her ass swell up and I started pumping faster. Within minutes I knew that Cathy felt the warm fluid being squirted inside her anus and she immediately started to cum herself. Her cunt walls convulsed around her own hand fucking her cunt as her anal muscles squeezed every drop from my spurting cock. I grunted as my whole body became stiff and I slammed my cock harder into her. Cathy writhed around and her body arched off the bed as a climax of massive proportion tore through her loins.

My cock slipped from her ass with an audible pop and I flopped down on the bed next to her. She surprised me when she covered my cock with her mouth and sucked any remaining cum from my tool. Cathy then lay on her back, splayed her legs and pulled back the folds of her vagina.

"Here eat my pussy, please eat my pussy," she pleaded.

I rolled over and got between her legs. I put her thighs on my shoulders and lowered my mouth to her pussy. I took one slow lick as I flattened my tongue on Cathy's mound. It felt so smooth and warm and I knew I had achieved the desired effect from her moan I know that Cathy enjoyed it. I enjoyed the taste of her and I kept licking and eating her. I pointed my tongue and burrowed into her pussy as it parted her labia my tongue was rewarded with the exquisite taste of her juice. Soon I was like a puppy at a saucer of milk, licking and lapping up as much as I could as fast as I could.

Cathy was obviously enjoying what I was doing as she reached down with both hands and spread herself wide making it so much easier for my tongue to explore her pussy. My tongue explored all of her as my mind took notes of what seemed to turn her on. Cathy was breathing rapidly and she moaned softly whenever I got near her hard pearl. As I searched out her hard clit still just barely hidden she tensed and began to quiver. After I felt like I had teased her opening as much as I could with my tongue it was time to see her reaction when my tongue finally touched that pearl.

I burrowed my tongue as deep into her as I could and then I just sort of licked and sucked my way up. When I got to her pearl I used the very tip of my tongue to push back the little hood. I was truly amazed at its size. I flicked my tongue over it once and then used the tip to explore the folds of flesh on either side of it. Cathy was now moaning and she used her fingers to pull her hood back as she arched herself so that her pearl stuck out even further like a little cock. I nuzzled it with my nose taking in her scent and I licked it once more before I took it between my teeth and gently nibbled it. 

Cathy went wild and started bucking and moaning loudly. She let go of her own fleshy hood and pulled my head to her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy. I sucked her clit as deep in my mouth as I could and Cathy humped my face for all she was worth. I was excited that I was able to get her that excited and I sucked harder and played with her wonderful clit with my lips, tongue and teeth. I don't know exactly how many times Cathy came but finally she rolled off of me and collapsed on the bed, her body in spasms.

I lay next to her and stroked her body my hands moved freely over her tits and pussy mound. She rolled toward me and embraced me and yelled for me to hold her tight.

"Hold me, oh please hold me," she pleaded as her orgasm and spasms continued.

I had never seen anyone cum that hard before and I was briefly worried that she had injured herself. My fears were short lived when she finally calmed down and spoke to me.

"That was incredible I haven't cum like that in a long time. You really know how to eat pussy," she said with a sigh.

We lay there for awhile making small talk and then Cathy started stroking my cock. Now at the age of 44 it was very unusual for me to cum more than once in a fuck session, particularly after having more than a few scotch on the rocks. In fact I usually could stay hard for a long time before my first cum which allowed me to pleasure my partner thoroughly before achieving my own orgasm. Cathy added some body lotion as she kept stroking me cock and soon had me hard again.

"I like playing with your cock. You have a big cock," she told me.

"It's not that big," I replied although I was very comfortable with me manhood.

"It's bigger than Terry's and the biggest I have ever had," she said with a sultry tone.

"Well there are plenty bigger than mine," I assured her.

We continued our conversation as Cathy continued to stroke my cock. I learned that she had first been ass fucked before she was married to Terry. Cathy was working in Washington, D.C. at the time and she went out with two guys from the office. They took her back to their place and one fucked her ass as she blew the other guy. She took to ass fucking after that but she was very selective about who allowed in her ass. Terry did not like butt fucking and he also had lost interest in eating pussy, so for them it was straight sex. She also told me that this was the first time she had sex with some other than Terry since they were married.

"All this talk and playing with your cock has got me hot again. I need to sit on your dick," she announced.

Cathy straddled my body and lowered herself onto me as she held my tool and aimed it at her vagina. My hard cock slid easily into her womb and she emitted a small gasp as it filled her hole. Cathy rocked back and forth on top of me as I held on to her curvy ass. I stroked her ass cheeks and molded her firm buttocks in my hands as she picked up the pace fucking herself with my dick. Cathy started moaning as she fucked faster and faster. I sensed her pending orgasm and then she yelled out.

"I am going to explode. Oh, Oh hold me, please hold me tight," she screamed.

Cathy collapsed on top of me her body quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. I could feel her juices coating my cock as it remained buried in her womb. It took a few minutes for her to regain her composure and she just lay on me and cooed. Eventually she rolled off of me and lay on her back next to me.

"I think I need to get going," she said as she got up to get dressed.

"Yes, we have a pretty full agenda tomorrow and we could both use a little sleep," I agreed.

The next day's meeting went fine well and we wrapped up the retreat. Cathy and I never even mentioned the previous night to each other. We all headed home for the weekend. 

The following Monday we all returned to work. Cathy and I went about business as if nothing ever happened. I wasn't sure if we would ever get together again. I assumed that we wouldn't that it was a case of both of us having too much to drink and letting our guard down. For the next several weeks we didn't even speak of the one-night stand.

Cathy participated in aerobics held at our location on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Often after aerobics she would come back to the office and finish up some administrative tasks. She would still be dressed in her leotards which showed off her firm legs and shapely ass. It took all my restraint not to touch her hot looking bubble butt.

Cathy came to me and asked if one night we could stay late and go through a large number of file cabinets. She told me we were running short of space but she did not want to throw anything out without checking with me. The best night for her would be either a Tuesday or Thursday after aerobics. I agreed and we set the date for the house cleaning.

The Affair Continues

The following Thursday after aerobics Cathy and I tackled the project of cleaning out the files. It was a huge task and took us several hours but we emptied about twenty file drawers. Most of the stuff was old marketing material that could be tossed. As we worked that evening it was hard for me to keep my eyes and hands off of Cathy's butt. I was tempted to risk it and touch her but I thought better of it. Cathy then surprised me.

"Will we ever do anything like Indian Lakes again? And don't tell me that you don't know what I am talking about," she challenged.

She caught me totally off guard and I replied, "I thought that may have been a case of both of us drinking too much and getting carried away. I would love to get together again if you are sure that is what you want."

We wrapped up our work and went over to the local tavern to get something to eat. The tavern was known for the best burgers in the area and was a little secluded. You had to know where it was located and the parking lot could not be seen from the street. Cathy and I had burgers and a couple of beers before calling it a night. During our meal we discussed how we could get together and the importance of being discreet.

After our meal I walked Cathy to her car and she asked me to get in for a minute. Well we there longer than a minute as she proceeded to give me a fantastic blow job. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them along with my boxers down to my ankles. As Cathy pulled my boxers down over my balls she licked and sucked them before kissing her way up my shaft. Looking up into my eyes, she slid her lips over my bulging head with her hand still wrapped around my shaft. Her tongue swirled under the ridge of my crown as she sucked me deeper into her mouth. She tested her gag line and was soon taking my entire cock down her throat. 

My cock was alive and my hot flesh pulsed against her lips. She pulled me deeper into her mouth, pressing her lips tightly against me and sucking hard. The feel of my hard cock sliding between her lips and over her tongue had me on the verge of a huge orgasm. Cathy had slipped her hand into her leotards and fingered her dripping pussy. The smell of sex was rampant in her car.

I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face. She was slurping and sucking as fast as she could. Cathy drooled as she tried to keep up with my thrusting motions. Her fingers dug into my thighs, moving her head as I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. 

I knew her pussy needed attention but I wasn't about to stop anything she was doing. I could sense that I was going to cum soon and I warned her but she just kept sucking me in anticipation of receiving a creamy treat.

I felt my cock swell and knew that she was about to receive my load. Muffled moans escaped from her throat as she eagerly sucked my dick awaiting her prize. She moved her lips up and down over my shaft in rhythm with my thrusting motions. She was drooling like crazy and I could feel it running down my pecker onto my balls.

My breathing became more erratic and I was about to lose control. Cathy looked up at me with those big eyes and nodded her head, letting him know she wanted to taste his cum and then covered my cock with her mouth just as I lost it. I let out a soft grunt as I pumped stream after stream of hot cream into her mouth. 

I shot the first jet against the roof of her mouth then several more blasts of hot cum poured into her mouth. She moved her hand under my scrotum to squeeze out the last few drops and then Cathy had her orgasm. Apparently the feel of my throbbing cock in her mouth, the taste of my seed and her hand in her cunt was just too much. The pressure in her lower tummy gushed out through her pussy and soaked her fingers.

My cock fell from her lips and cum dripped from her lips and chin as her body jerked and shuddered in orgasm. Cathy looked up at me when she was done, blotches of cum glistened on her lips. The smell of pussy in the car was powerful. I took Cathy's hand and licked her fingers clean. I pulled my shorts and trousers back up and dressed the best I could in the confines of her car. We said good night and I went to my car feeling totally drained as I drove home.

That night started our torrid affair that lasted until the end of 1989 when I took another job in a different part of the country. Over the next several weeks we would get together on Tuesday and Thursday evenings after aerobics at a hotel. Typically the evening went like this; Cathy would suck my cock and I would eat her pussy, then I would fuck her pussy and finally her ass, cumming in her ass. We also brought sex into the office on days when we would not be meeting later at the hotel. Cathy would give me marvelous blow jobs in my office. She loved to suck my cock and swallow my load.

Sometimes we would play little games of seduction as if we were getting it on for the first time. Cathy would come into my office, close and lock the door and come around to my desk as if to show me something important. As she showed me some document I would let my hand move up her legs over her pantyhose up to her ass. I would fondle her ass for awhile and then lower her hose and panties to her knees. I always kept lubricant in my desk now and I would lube up her bottom and finger her ass. I played with her pussy as I fingered her ass and she squirmed on my hands and fingers.

"Yes, play with me. It feels so good. Make me cum, make me cum," she would repeat over and over.

And cum she did soaking my hand with her female juices. She had to cover her mouth to muffle her moans of ecstasy. Then after she composed herself she would have me stand up and she knelt in front of me. Cathy unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants to the floor. Then she slowly pulled my boxer shorts down my legs. She loved it when my erection got caught in the waistband of my boxers and my cock would spring forward as it cleared my shorts. Cathy would then suck my cock until I came in her mouth.

I decided that the pantyhose were inconvenient for office sex and I purchased nylons for her that had thigh high elastic tops. Cathy started wearing the thigh highs to the office along with sexy panties. It was very erotic when I slid my hands up her stocking covered legs to her bare skin just above the elastic tops. I would caress her bare skin before cupping and fondling her ass cheeks. Then I would remove her panties slowly dragging them down her legs. I would remove her panties and by the time I touched her pussy she was sopping wet. Cathy would move to the chair in my office and place her legs on my shoulders as I ate her pussy and fingered her asshole. She would have intense orgasms and coat my face with her pussy juice. Then we would finish with another one of her signature blow jobs. 




An Affair to Remember



A couple of times Cathy would need a ride home because one of their cars was in for repairs. We would work late into the evening and drive to her house in the dark. As we drove I looked at Cathy as she shifted in her seat allowing her dress to rise slightly showing more of her upper thighs and the elastic tops of her stockings. She smiled as she gradually opened her legs more giving me a glimpse of her inner thighs. Then she reached under her dress and removed her panties.

As I reached across the car seat Cathy arched her back a little then spread her legs further apart, giving me access to her genitals. My fingers began slowly teasing her clitoris and then caressing the folds of her labia. My index finger pushed its way between the textured folds to pause over her sensitive bud and it caused an involuntary gasp to escape her lips as she felt the gentle touch. Her legs jerked slightly to allow my hand easier admittance to her vagina as I pressed my hand between her trembling thighs and gently kneaded the soft flesh of her slippery vulva. I continued to wiggle my finger about inside her taut passageway before her groin started to clench and spasm sporadically. I could feel the warm fluid seeping from her aroused sex and I forced my hand harder against her cunt. Cathy gave a muffled cry, clamping my hand between her legs against her pussy, as the orgasm slammed into her.

My arousal was clearly evident as the bulge at my pelvis was enormous with my dick straining at my trousers. As her orgasm subsided Cathy couldn't resist reaching into my lap and squeeze the hardness beneath the fabric. She fondled my stiffened cock and then slowly traced the outline of her lips with her tongue. Cathy reached for the zipper of my pants and tugged it downward, putting one hand inside the gap to retrieve my engorged organ. Then she slowly lowered her head to flick the top of my penis with her tongue. I released an involuntary sigh as the she took in as much of my cock as she could and then returned to lick the head, lapping away at a trickle of pre cum. 

Cathy continued sucking vigorously on the length of my shaft as my orgasm erupted. My hips jerked uncontrollably as I struggled to keep control of the car but she never released her grip. She swallowed all of my creamy discharge and when I eventually stopped cumming she pulled her head away. Some of my fluids dribbled down the side of her mouth but she quickly swiped it away with the back of her palm and licked it clean.

I pulled up in front of her house minutes after cumming in her mouth. "I am really enjoying these rides home," she teased.

"As if I don't," I retorted.

Cathy got out of the car and I drove back to my home. What a ride that had been!

I started to get a little nervous with us using local hotels for our encounters. So far so good that no one had recognized us but I started to worry a little. Many of the vendors that called on our company used local hotels and I did not want to be spotted by any of them or anyone else that would know us. I mentioned this to Cathy and she suggested a place called The Chateau. I had heard the name but I knew very little about it.

The Affair Moves to a Romantic Interlude Location

The Chateau was a romantic interlude that had a variety of rooms to suit one's taste. The room that Cathy and I liked the best contained a Jacuzzi, water bed and mirrored walls. All of the rooms contained TVs with adult entertainment as well. The Chateau added to enjoyment to our sexual encounters.

The first time we went to The Chateau was memorable. We entered the room and wasted no time taking off our clothes as the Jacuzzi filled with hot water and bath gel. Cathy and I showered together before entering the Jacuzzi. We soaped each other up and played with each other's bodies being careful we didn't cum in the shower. Cathy then would douche both her pussy and her asshole. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman do that and it was kind of erotic.

After showering we entered the Jacuzzi armed with a bottle of wine. I turned on the jets and we kicked back enjoying the bubbles and our first glass of wine. After awhile Cathy leaned back into me and I reached around and stroked her cute titties tweaking and rolling her nipples in my fingers. I slid one of my hands down across her firm abs over her little blond tuft of hair and found her vagina. I played with the folds of her labia and then inserted my fingers in her pussy. I found her hard clit and rolled it between my fingers as I continued to tease her nipples with my other hand.

As Cathy got turned on I moved her to the other side of the Jacuzzi and had her lean over the edge presenting her shapely ass to me. Her ass always looked good but this it glistened with water and bath gel and looked so sensual. I leaned over and licked Cathy's pussy from behind driving her wild. Then I had the urge to tongue her beautiful ass so I swiped my tongue from her pussy up and over her bung hole and back to her pussy. She gasped out loud when my tongue touched her asshole. I really got into it and grasped both of her curvy ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart so that I could get my tongue in deeper. I probed her pink aperture with my tongue as I inserted three fingers in her pussy. She started whimpering, gasping and directing the action. 

"Oh my God, do it again. Lick my asshole; stick your tongue in there. Eat my pussy, tongue my ass, rim me, oh yessssss," she cried out.

I grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some in the crack of her ass letting it trickle down over her anus and pussy. I placed my mouth on her and drank up the wine swabbing her pussy and ass in the process. I repeated this several more times until Cathy seemed to go into convulsions with her first orgasm of the evening. She collapsed back into my arms and I stroked her smallish tits as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm.

"Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think that someone would actually tongue my ass nor did I know it would feel so wonderful," she uttered in an exhaustive voice.

"I surprised myself by going after your ass. I have never done that before but it just looked so sexy as it glistened with water. Of course I remembered that you had douched and it looked so clean. I think I have found a new way to drink wine," I replied. 

We decided to get out of the Jacuzzi before we turned into prunes. We dried off and flopped down on the water bed. Cathy began to stroke my cock into an erect state and then proceeded to suck on it. She loved to stick her tongue in the little hole and nibble on my cock head. This always made her hot and she needed my cock in her pussy. She straddled me and aimed my cock in her hole and rode me until she achieved another orgasm.

It was time for me to fuck her in the ass so I had her kneel on all fours with her gorgeous ass in the air. She always put her head on the mattress and turned to the side so that she could watch. This time she had the added benefit of mirrors on the wall and ceiling and so could clearly see the penetration. I broke out the lube and put an ample amount in her asshole. I fingered her ass and pussy at the same time. 

"I love the feel of your fingers in my ass and pussy together," Cathy exclaimed!

If there was one thing I liked besides fucking a beautiful ass is preparing an asshole for a good reaming. After several minutes of finger fucking her pussy and asshole I couldn't wait any longer and I had to get my cock in her beautiful ass. I removed my fingers and lined up the head of my cock at her moist puckered ring and pressed forward slowly. My cock head strained to pop through and she let out a little groan as the pressure from my iron hard dick forced her little ring to open like a flower and suddenly my large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Cathy let out a groan as her rear passage was stretched to accommodate my ample girth. 

"Oh you are going to make me like this more than the regular way," she gasped and shivered as I filled her fully and withdrew my penis slightly. 

I felt her ass tighten around me and I continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight ass until all 7+ inches were tightly packed up her ass. Cathy really began to moan and her whole body shook in anticipation of what she knew was coming. I began to slowly fuck her but soon picked up the pace as I penetrated her with long hard strokes that used the entire length of my thick cock. Cathy was going wild as she loved the feel of my cock as it pulled out and then came crashing back in as my big heavy balls bounced off her clit. Cathy was thrashing around uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When I reached underneath her to stroke her clit she exploded with her third orgasm of the night. 

I continued to hammer her ass with long strokes then suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my balls and I knew I was close. I began to piston my raging cock harder into her searing ass in search for my release, which also increased the intensity of her orgasm. She was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the cover of the waterbed begging me to cum. 

"Give it to me, give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass," she begged.

I felt powerful and dominant with my impressive dick stuffed up the beautiful ass of a woman who could not get enough of me. Cathy lay submissively before me on all fours as I towered above her like some untamed animal with a strong sexual hold on her. I took firm hold of her hips and slammed once more full force into Cathy's ass. I did that three or four more times and then I let out a loud groan as I emptied my seed deep into her bowels. I couldn't believe how much cum I produced as my dick continued to hammer into her ass.

When I was finished I pulled out of her ass as Cathy collapsed on the bed utterly spent. I slumped down next to her quivering body. I looked over at Cathy and I noticed my seed oozing from her asshole. It resembled a natural spring as the jizm just seemed to bubble up as she tried to relax her spasming anal muscles.

Cathy and I got up, showered and returned to the Jacuzzi where we soaked our aching muscles. After the Jacuzzi I offered her a massage which she gladly accepted. I had her lay face down and worked her back, legs and buttocks. Not so surprisingly I got an erection as I massaged and fingered her ass again. Very surprisingly I came a second time that night when I fucked her ass again. After the ass fuck I rolled Cathy over on her back and continued the massage this time working her tits, abs, legs and pubes. I finished her off with another thorough pussy eating which had her screaming my name and humping my face with her volcanic orgasm. After that we were really spent and had just enough energy to shower, dress and drive home. 

An Affair to Remember

Over the next several years up to the end of 1989 Cathy and I continued our affair. We continued to have sex in the office, car and the romantic interlude hotel. We played games with each other taking turns being a slave and having to do what the other person demanded. There were times after aerobics that Cathy would come into my office and I would pull her leotards down just enough to bare her ass. I would fondle her ass and finger-fuck her pussy.

One night after aerobics, we went to the tavern for a couple of drinks. After a few drinks we adjourn to my car so that Cathy could suck me off. As she was blowing me she pushed her leotards down to her knees baring her ass and pussy. I played with her ass and fingered her pussy as she sucked on my cock. 

She lifted her head up and said, "I wish you could fuck me in the ass tonight."

I asked her if she had any lotion and she dug it out of her purse. I reclined the passenger seat all the way until it was almost flat and had her lay face down. I prepared her ass with the lotion and my saliva. I pushed my trousers and shorts down past my knees, lubed up my cock and got on top of her. It was tight quarters but I managed to get my cock into her ass and started banging her hard. Cathy pushed up at me as hard as I pounded her. Soon we were both sweating and breathing hard. We made quite a sight if someone should happen to look in the car window but we were past caring about that as we raced toward our mutual orgasms. As soon as my spunk filled Cathy's ass her body went into spasm with her own orgasm. I lay on top of her keeping most of my weight off of her until we recovered. We cleaned up the best we could and headed home.

There was no shortage to our imagination and willingness to have sex in public as well as private places. Cathy, I was to learn, was somewhat of an exhibitionist. She loved to be totally naked in private places and was really turned on by the chances we took in public places. She loved it when I ran my hands under her skirt and inside her panties. She loved it when I pulled her leotards down to her knees and played with her buns and pubes. Cathy could never seem to get enough of my cock. She loved to fuck me, suck me and have me fuck her ass.

I was not stranger to extramarital affairs. When I was heading up the western region for a software company headquartered in the east I got my share of pussy and ass. My sales girls Joan, Phyllis, Tammy and Roberta were willing partners on the road. The admin, legal and marketing staff, Barb, Sue, Lynette and Allison at headquarters were also willing partners. But these were all casual flings and at a time when we weren't worried about AIDS. Cathy was the only one I had an affair with during the years 1985 through 1989. She was not the most beautiful of the all the girls I mentioned but she was the best sex partner I had in my life. 

Epilogue

I accepted a position in another part of the country so Cathy and I had to part and go our separate ways. I promised to contact her if I was ever in town again and she would contact me if ever in my area. A year later Cathy left the company and her husband but no one seemed to know what happened to her. I inquired around and never could locate her. That was 16 years ago. I still often think of Cathy and fantasize about my cock sliding into that marvelous ass just one more time.



An Affair to Remember



"What do you mean you're not going to make it home on time? You know what tomorrow is!" Jessica yelled at her husband over the phone. He had been away on a business trip and they both hoped he'd be back in time for their 10th anniversary. "Isn't there anything you can do?"

"No, honey, there's a monster storm headed this way so they've grounded all the flights. They're saying it could be the biggest storm they've seen in over 25 years. Looks like I'm stuck here for a while."

After a long silence, he continued. "I'm sorry, Jess. I don't like this anymore than you do. This isn't how I imagined spending our anniversary." 

She let out a heavy sigh. "I know, Jack. I just miss you terribly. I wanted tomorrow to be special for us, you know?" 

"Just because I can't be there doesn't make it any less special, Jessica. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back. Listen, baby, I have to go. It's starting to get really bad here and I want to make it back to the hotel before it gets any worse. I'll call you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too."

After hanging up the phone, she sat silently, not sure whether to be angry, worried or sad. Not wanting to deal with all the emotions, she decided to go out and try to take her mind off of spending one of the most special times in her life alone. Being away from Jack was hard enough and this just made it worse. She hoped going to a bar would help her feel better, even for just a couple hours. 

After showering, she rummaged through her closet and decided on a pair of black jeans, a powder blue tank top and white sneakers. She put her long, auburn hair in a loose ponytail, took one quick glance at the mirror and headed for the bar.

As she sat drinking her Rum and Coke, her thoughts kept going back to her husband. They were high school sweethearts and got married just after graduating. He had been her first boyfriend, her first kiss and her first and only lover. Even so, she never wondered what it'd be like to have sex with another man. Their sex life had become a little mundane, but he still knew how to make her wither in ecstasy. 

Though they hadn't been apart for very long, only a few days, she missed his touch. She loved how after 10 years of marriage, the simplest touch from him still sent chills up her spine. She longed for it now; to feel his fingertips caress her body... 

She took another sip of her drink, letting her mind wander further. She thought of his lips. She loved watching him talk sometimes. They were full and soft, usually with a light shine to them because he had a habit of constantly licking them. She always joked that he looked like he was getting ready to devour her. She laughed silently to herself. How she ached for those lips now; to feel them pressed against hers as their tongues danced in a passionate rhythm... 

Finishing her drink, she thought of his eyes -- crystal blue that seemed to penetrate her soul. They could make you feel so small and insignificant, but also like you were the most important thing in his eyesight. They were always so full of emotion and always had a small twinkle in them. She loved the times when she would be cooking dinner or something and she'd look back at him, watching as he undressed her with his eyes...

"Are you okay, Miss?" a smooth, thick voice from behind startled Jessica out of her thoughts. When she didn't answer, it came again. "Miss?"

"Yes?" she replied as she turned around to see who this man talking to her was. Her breath caught in her throat as she got her first look at him. He was tall, had short dirty blonde hair with that "just rolled out of bed" look, emerald green eyes and had very rugged, masculine features. His tan t-shirt did little to hide his muscular torso and arms and his legs looked as equally toned under his black jeans. He didn't look to be that much older than she - early to mid 30's maybe? 

"Are you okay?" He repeated.

"Y-yes, I'm fine." She quickly stammered out. She felt her cheeks grow flush as she realized she wasn't talking to him, but to his crotch. Jessica quickly reverted her eyes back to his, hoping he hadn't noticed. 

'How could he not notice, you fool,' a voice in the back of her head said. 'He's looking right at you!'

She turned around; part of her hoping he'd leave her alone now the he had his answer. The other part begging, pleading for him to take her right there in the bar. 

'What are you thinking? You're a happily married woman and your anniversary is tomorrow!' The voice in her head yelled. 'Snap out of it, woman!'

He placed a hand on her shoulder. His touch sent a shockwave directly to her crotch and she could feel the moisture start to build. Her body let loose a small shudder as she slowly turned back around. 

"I want to fuck you." 

Jessica's eyes widened at hearing this and felt a tingle course through her. "Excuse me?" 

"I said, 'may I join you'?"

A feeling of disappointment swept through her, hoping she'd heard him right the first time. 

"Sure," she said flashing her most flirtatious smile. Smiling back at her, he sat in the chair on the other side of the small, round table. 

'What! Are you fucking nuts!' the voice screamed. 'Shut up.' She replied silently to herself. 

She looked at the man sitting across from her, wondering what it was about him that made her feel this way. In all the years her and Jack had been together, not once did she look at another man sexually. Now here she is, staring at this stranger, secretly hoping she'd get the chance to fuck him. 

"I'm Derrick," he said extending his large hand. "And you are...?"

'Dying for you to shove your hard dick in my cunt.' was her first thought, but instead she replied, "I'm Jessica, but most people call me Jess." She felt a warm tingle go up her arm and radiate through her body as she took his hand and wondered if he'd felt the same thing. Glancing at his long, thick fingers, she wondered how they'd feel inside her, thrusting into her wet sex. 

"I hope I didn't disturb you. I saw you sitting here and you looked a little lonely. Thought maybe I could keep you company for a while." He said flashing a small, charming smile. 

"You did, huh? And what made you think I'd want you to keep me company?" she replied coyly. 

"Oh, I don't know... call it intuition." They both laughed.

As they sat, talking about anything and everything – their lives, work, and politics – Jessica's mind kept wandering off to dangerous territory. She had visions of being alone with him. His hands roaming all over her body before splitting her wet lips with his fingers, filling her hole while his thumb rubbed her clit. 

"Jess, are you alright? You look a little flushed." His thick, sensuous voice brought her back to reality and she realized she hadn't heard a word he just said. 

"Huh? Oh, yes. I'm fine. Guess I got a little lost in thought there," she said letting out a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry, Derrick."

"It's quite alright. Tell me... what were you thinking about?"

She paused for a moment, wondering what she should say. She certainly didn't want to tell him the truth. Finally, she decided to just say it was nothing important and hope he'd leave it at that. 

"Nothing important? Sure looked important to me."

"Derrick, please." 

"Please what, Jess?" his voice changed slightly. It was deeper, more melodic. He slid his hand across the table and placed it on top of hers. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling an electrical charge flow through her. 

She looked at her watch and saw it was nearly midnight. Her mind and heart told her she should leave; get out while she still had the chance, but her body was telling her to stay.

Without looking at him, she said, "It's late, Derrick. It was nice talking to you, but I really must be going." She started to get up from the table, but his grip on her hand tightened. 

"Jessica," His voice was firm, demanding. "Jessica, look at me."

She sat back down, hesitant to look into his eyes. Something had grown within her; a passion, a fire that burned so strongly it nearly consumed her. She knew that if she looked at him now, he'd surely see her desire for him. 

"Look at me, Jessica." 

Her heart pounded and her breathing became heavier. He exuded a power that she could feel deep inside her. It frightened her a little, but at the same time, it drew her to him; made the need for him stronger, more urgent, but she still couldn't bring herself to look at him. 

"I know what you want, Jessica. I know what you need."

Finally, she looked at him with shocked eyes. "What?"

His hand still firmly placed on hers and looking straight into her eyes, he continued. "You want to be touched, kissed. You want to feel sensations you've only dreamt about. You need to feel the lust - that animalistic passion your husband has never, and probably will never, give you."

She looked at him in amazement, stunned at what she just heard. Had he known the whole time? It was as if he looked straight into her soul and found her deepest hidden desires. Though she had never wanted to be with another man, she wished her husband would show more passion. Take more control in the bedroom rather than leaving it all up to her. 

"You want a man to take you, devour you and leave you lying in a pool of sweat and cum," he continued. "I know you want that man to be me."

She quickly looked away from him, her worst fears realized. He had seen what had been welling up inside of her since he first walked up to her. 

"I can be that man for you, Jessica. I want to be that man."

She looked at him again, even more stunned than before. Had she really heard that or was her mind playing tricks on her again? 

"You do?" she said softly.

"Yes, Jessica. I do." Never letting go of her hand, he stood, pulling her up with him. "Come with me."

A shiver covered her body as she stood, glancing at his crotch again. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the huge bulge protruding from his jeans. She had to fight the urge to reach out and grasp it in her small, delicate hand. She wondered how it looked, how it felt, how it tasted. He took no measures to hide it as they walked through the crowd of people. 

"Where are we going?" she asked as he led her to his car. Her mind was screaming at her to run away as fast as she could, to get away from him before this went any further, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. 

"You'll find out when we get there. Now no more questions, understood?" he said, opening the passenger door for her. 

She hesitated getting in, her mind and body a whirlwind of thoughts, questions and emotions. "Derrick," she started, but was cut off by his finger being pressed against her lips. 

"Shhh, just get in." he said leaning into her, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his breath cover it like a warm blanket. "I promise, you won't regret it."

Her body trembled and she felt the wetness between her legs increase. His voice had a calmness to it that seemed to erase all her doubts and fears. As she slowly sat down in the seat, she knew she had reached the point of no return. 

They drove in silence. Neither of them saying a word, but even if Derrick had said something, Jessica wouldn't have noticed. Her mind was racing. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but found it so overwhelmingly dangerous and exciting she couldn't stop herself. Once she was in that car, her husband never entered her mind again. No, her focus was on the squishy sensation in her panties and the hardness of her very erect nipples pushing against her bra, begging to be let out. 

After a few more minutes of silent driving, Derrick turned into a motel parking lot. There was a large neon sign that read 'First Stop Motel' in big yellow letters and just below that was the word 'Vacancy' in smaller, orange neon lights. It was the kind of motel that Jessica liked to call a "strip motel" because it reminded her of a small strip mall. There were three, single floor buildings with about 30 rooms in each. 

They drove up in front of the first building facing the street, stopping in front of what looked like a small office through the window. 

"Wait here." Derrick said as he left the car. 

She watched as he went into the office and stood for a few moments. The clerk, an older woman with short gray hair and large, black-rimmed glasses, took the money he had pulled out of his wallet and handed him a key. 

'Am I really doing this?' she asked herself. She got her answer when he came back to the car and asked, "Ready?" She took a deep breath before saying in a barely auditable whisper, "Yes." With that, he smiled, threw the car in reverse and headed for their room. 

Once they entered the room, Derrick wasted no time in getting started. "Take off your clothes then get on the bed."

She just stood there, not sure what to do. Everything was moving so fast. 

"Jessica." He said sternly. 

She quickly glanced around the room, trying to find the bathroom. When she did, she took a few steps towards it, but he stopped her. 

"No, right here." He said as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her intently. 

She felt herself become hot as she stood in the middle of the small room, pondering what he was telling her to do. She had never gotten undressed in front of a man; not even her husband. She was very shy and self-conscience about her body. She really had no reason to be. She was slender, but had well toned muscles, her breasts were just the right size for her small frame and her hips were a little on the wide side, but it gave her a curve that most men seemed to love. 

She raised her shaky hands to the hem of her tank top, but lowered them back to her sides. "Derrick, I can't do this."

Seeing her reluctance and fear, he slowly walked over to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, the other slowly raising up as he lightly trailed his fingertips along her arm. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes, melting in his embrace; her body tingling as sparks went off in her head. 

His lips trailed along her cheek and rested next to her ear. He slipped his hand from around her waist and cupped her firm breast in his hand, letting his thumb gently sweep across the nipple straining against the fabric of her bra and shirt. 

"Are you sure you can't do this?" he whispered in her ear. 

"Yes, I-I'm sure." She gasped as he slid his hand under her shirt, gripping the hard pebble between thumb and finger, pinching and pulling her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra. 

Letting his other hand fall back down her arm, he went to work on her pants. Once he had the button undone and the zipper down, he trailed his finger along her belly, just above the top of her panties. Normally this would've tickled her and Jessica would've busted out laughing, but she was so lost in the moment, there was no sensation other than the electrical pulse he sent through her with every touch. 

He pushed her jeans down slightly to give his hand more room. He cupped her mound over her panties, feeling how drenched they were. Derrick's middle finger began lightly tickling her slightly parted lips through the fabric, feeling them quiver. Jessica moaned, her hips starting to grind down on his hand. 

"Are you sure?" he whispered in her ear again. 

"I... can't... do this... Derrick." She said through heavy breathing. She knew that was just a lie. She wanted to do this, needed to do this more than she needed anything. He intoxicated her. She was at his mercy and he knew. He'd known since the moment their eyes met. 

His finger moved faster, finding the small bump of her hidden jewel. Releasing her nipple, he reached behind her. His hand still under her shirt, with one swift motion, he unhooked the clasps of her bra. He stepped back, finger never slowing down, and lifted her shirt and bra, revealing the milky flesh of her breasts. Her pink nipples stood at full attention, surrounded by the dark, puffy circle of her areola. Derrick bent down, lifting her left breast and sucked the ready nub between his lips. 

A soft moan escaped her lips and her hands went to his head, pulling him to her. Her breathing became ragged as she felt his tongue circle and flick her sensitive nipple. He gently nipped at it, gripping it between his teeth and giving a little tug before showing the same attention to the other. 

"Are you?" his muffled words came from around her breast. 

"Yes." She moaned loudly, feeling her climax approaching. 

He pushed her panties aside and dipped two fingers into her smooth, dripping pussy. She started breathing wildly, moaning and grunting as his thick fingers split her open. 

"Are you?" 

He sucked on her tits with a fierceness she'd never experienced before. His hand moved faster, the heel of his palm making contact with her clit with each upward thrust. His mouth left her chest and covered hers, licking, tasting and sucking her tongue. 

"Yes, Derrick!" she screamed after breaking her mouth away from his. "My God, yes!" 

He pulled her face to his and kissed her again, their tongues going wild as her body shook with its orgasm. Her walls hugged his fingers tightly as her nectar flowed out of her. 

As her body calmed, his hand slowed, as did their passionate kiss. Finally, he removed his hand from her pants. The scent of her sex filled their senses as their mouths parted. 

Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck, her mind swimming. Her chest heaving against his, she felt weak and disoriented. She had never experienced such a powerful orgasm with her husband. She began to feel lightheaded and if it weren't for Derricks arm holding her close to him, she would've collapsed. 

Sensing this, he stepped to the side of her, still holding on tightly so she wouldn't fall, swept her up and carried her to the bed. After laying her down, he climbed on top of her, supporting his weight with his arms. He stared down at her, looking at the light sheen of sweat that covered her face and torso. 

"Derrick," she whispered as he leaned down to kiss her again. Her hands went to his back, softly caressing up and down before slipping them under his shirt and feeling his muscles contract with his movements. His head moved down, kissing the curve of her chin, licking and nibbling the tender flesh of her neck. 

He sat up, resting on his knees. Taking her hand, he pulled her up to a sitting position. Raising her arms, he pulled her top and bra off. She reached behind her head and pulled the tie out, letting her hair cascade down around her face and shoulders. 

The look in his eyes changed. She saw something she hadn't seen before; something she couldn't quite describe, but it sent a warm feeling through her. As she stared into his eyes, all her inhibitions melted away. She shivered as his hands caressed the curve of her heavy breasts. Goosebumps formed on her skin as he traced his fingertips down her sides. 

Leaning back, she lifted her hips as he hooked his fingers inside her panties, gently pulling them and her pants down over her hips. She leaned back further, raising her legs as he pulled them down her thighs before tossing them to the floor next to her shirt. 

Derrick just stared at her, drinking in her beauty. He loved the contours of her womanly form. He trailed his eyes down the soft lines of her neck to the gentle curve of her full breasts. They continued along her thin waist and wide hips that flowed seamlessly to her long lean legs. 

She sat up once again, slipping her fingers under the hem of his shirt and gently lifting it up and off of him. Jessica ran her long nails up and down his broad chest, twirling her fingers in his man fur. A heavy sigh poured out of his mouth when she circled the tip of her tongue around his small pebble, flicking it before sucking it between her lips. 




An Affair to Remember



Her hand went to the bulge in his pants. She felt it twitch under her fingertips before going to work on his belt. He pushed her hands aside and got off the bed. A look of disappointment came across her face; worried she'd done something wrong. Derrick gave her a reassuring smile as he took his pants and boxers off. 

Jessica's eyes widened with her first look at his meaty member. It went beyond all her expectations. Seeing it stand tall and proud for her made her pussy jump, aching to feel his pole inside her. 

He slowly stroked himself in front of her. Watching her lick her lips with anticipation, wanting her first taste of his manhood, he chuckled. She couldn't take her eyes off it as he walked closer to her. She replaced his hand with hers, wrapping her small fingers around his thickness. She watched intently as a small drop of precum dribbled out. Leaning forward, she slipped her tongue out, finally getting her first taste of the sweetness he held inside. She closed her eyes, savoring his essence, then wrapped her lips around his purple mushroom, swirling her tongue around it. 

A moan crept from Derrick's lips as she sucked him into her warm mouth. Her tongue worked magic along the lines of his throbbing veins as she slid further down his cock. She sucked and licked him at a slow, tentative pace. Her moans vibrating through him almost made him fill her mouth prematurely. 

He looked down and saw her big, brown, wanton eyes staring up at him. Seeing this beautiful creature with her mouth full of him, her muffled moans of desire filling his ears; he knew he had to make her stop before he exploded into her. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her needy mouth and she moaned her disapproval at this.

Derrick rolled her over, making her lay flat on her belly. He knelt down, kissing and licking the contours of her calves and thighs, pausing once he reached her slit. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her arousal before sliding his tongue along her puffy outer lips. He did this a few times, teasing her before taking hold of her hips, pulling them up so that her ass was high in the air giving him better access. 

He ran his finger along her mound, drawing a whimper from Jessica. He then went back to work with his tongue, teasing her again before finally slipping it between the folds of her soft petals. This brought a loud moan from her as he slowly licked up and down her incredibly wet slit, devouring the sweet honey oozing from her tight hole. 

He stayed away from her clit, not wanting her to have that pleasure just yet. Instead, he ran his tongue up the crack of her ass, his hands parting her firm globes as he did so. This made her jump away from him. He figured this was something she had yet to experience and that made him even more determined to give it to her. 

Grabbing a tight hold of her hips, he pulled her back to his eager tongue. She tried to fight against his grip, but stopped once she felt his slick tongue flick across her tight rosebud. The sensation sent chills up her spine and she found herself rocking towards him, wanting to feel it again. 

Derrick happily obliged taking long, slow licks up her ass, pausing at her tight sphincter, making small circles around it. He felt it pulse around his tongue as he applied small bits of pressure, urging her to open for him. He slid a finger between her folds, caressing her hole, but not entering it. Her moans grew louder as he teased her relentlessly, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, but never giving her enough to take flight. 

After a few moments, he stopped his teasing of her. He felt a slight shiver cover her as he ran his tongue along the small of her back and up her spine to the nape of her neck. Using his weight, he made Jessica lay flat on the bed again. Using his knees to spread her legs further, he began teasing her, a different way. 

He ran the head of his stiff cock up and down her velvety slit. She tried wiggling down further, needing him to fill her, but his weight held her in place. 

"Derrick... please." She whimpered through bated breath.

"Please, what?" he taunted as he ran his tongue along her earlobe, nibbling and sucking it. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He knew the craving deep in her belly, but he wanted her to push out all the emotions and doubt he knew still lingered in her head. He wanted her to say it.

When she didn't respond, he lifted off of her and rolled her onto her back. He was surprised to see tears welling up in her eyes. He knew what those tears were from. It wasn't because he had hurt her in anyway. They were tears of shame. Not of what she was about to do to her husband, but because she wanted to do it. She needed Derrick as much as he needed her. 

He hovered over her, his manhood just inches away from the prize it ached for. "Tell me." He whispered.

She took his head in her hands and pulled his face to hers, kissing him, their tongues wrestling together in their passionate lock. He moved down to her neck, his breathing ragged, dying to feel her walls around him, but he never gave in. 

"Say it, Jessica." He said, letting the tip of his cock press against her warm opening.

She moaned feeling this and tried thrusting her hips up, forcing him inside her, but that only caused him to move away. She ran her nails up and down his back, nibbled on his shoulder before thrusting her hips again with the same result. Realizing he wasn't going to let her have it until she asked for it, she gave in.

"Take me, Derrick," she whispered into his ear. "Fuck me."

That was all he needed to hear. With one smooth thrust, he split her open with his cock. She felt she couldn't breathe, the pain of him stretching her tight hole was so intense, but it slowly began to subside and they both moaned; finally getting what they had longed for. 

He struggled to hold off his climax. It felt so good to finally be inside her and he didn't want it to end prematurely. He kept a slow, steady rhythm, pulling all but the head out then slipping back between her folds. Knowing she had been with only one man, it didn't surprise him to feel how tight she was. She fit around him like a second skin and it took all he had not to lose control. 

Jessica entwined her legs with his, thrusting her hips to meet his. She moaned with every stroke, her hands falling to his ass, helping to guide him, though he didn't need the help. Her head was spinning as he bent down and took a nipple between his teeth. His thrusts came harder, faster. Grunts and moans billowed out of him. He took her left leg and placed it on top of his shoulder, driving deeper into her. 

Looking into his eyes, she saw a glimmer of the animalistic passion he spoke of and it aroused her more. She reached up and started pinching her own nipples; something she never would've done before. She gasped and panted for air, feeling her orgasm building up. "Fuck me, Derrick!" she yelled at him.

With that, he quickly pulled out, rolled her over and impaled her from behind. She started bucking against him wildly, the sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the room. He reached around and began roughly playing with her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples, making her squeal out.

The pain enveloped her, but she loved it, begging him to fuck her harder. He took a firm grip on her hips and pounded into her. Not losing a beat, he reached under her and rubbed her clit viciously. This sent Jessica over the edge and she froze; her muscles tightening, unable to move as her orgasm exploded. She moaned loud and long as her pussy clamped his rod, begging to be filled and it wasn't long before Derrick reached his long awaited climax, spilling his thick seed deep inside her canal. 

After he'd finished, he collapsed onto her, his weight forcing her down as well. They both let out one last, small moan as his softening dick fell out of her. After that, nothing but heavy, ragged breathing came from either of them. Their bodies covered in sweat and a pool of their mixed cum forming on the bed, they didn't move – couldn't move – for a long moment. 

Eventually, Derrick rolled off of Jessica and onto his back next to her. She crawled closer to him, draped her arm over his chest and placed her head on his shoulder, a feeling of contentment covering her. 

Once their bodies had cooled, they took turns cleaning up in the bathroom, and he drove her back to the bar where her car sat in the empty parking lot. Before leaving his car to go to hers, she turned to him. 

"Thank you."

He just sat there, staring out the front window, no expression or movement. She began to wonder if she had done something wrong. This man that had shown her areas of sex she'd only thought about, who had shown so much interest in her, now sat like a cold, stone statue. She wanted to slap him, shake him, make him say something to her, but instead she just turned and opened the door. 

As she started to get out of his car, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back inside and leaned into her, kissing her. What must've been only a minute seemed like an eternity to her, but eternity wasn't long enough when he finally pulled away. "You're welcome."

She just sat there, not sure what to do. He smiled and motioned that it was time to go. Reluctantly she turned, stepped out of the car and closed the door. She hesitated before finally walking the few steps to her car. Opening her door, she heard his engine rev and looked over her shoulder; watching his headlights fade and disappear as he drove away. 

When she got home, Jessica went straight to her bedroom, put her nightgown on and climbed into bed. As exhausted as she was, she just couldn't get her mind to leave the events of the night. Grabbing the picture of her and Jack off her nightstand, she wondered what she would tell him. Would she tell him? Could she? 

She stared at her husband in the picture, looking so happy and full of life. How could she have done this to him? Tears fell down her cheeks as she tried to figure out what to do. 

Derricks face flashed in her mind. It lasted only a split second, but that was all it took for her thoughts to turn to him. She hated leaving him. She longed to be near him again, touching him, kissing him. She tried so hard to get him out of her mind, but he just wouldn't leave. He was like a drug to her. She needed him. She needed him more than the air she breathed. 

As Jessica drifted to sleep, she decided not to tell her husband about the affair. She knew she'd never see Derrick again and would have to be content with only the memories of their one night together.

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Thanks to Angle Love for editing this story.



An Affair to Remember



This is a true story and is based on my real-life experience with a lover I met on-line. While we are no longer in touch, the weekend we spent together will always be a very special time in my life and will be remembered with extreme fondness.

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Pam nervously exited the plane. She was here at last meeting her on-line lover, Carl, in person. She stopped in the restroom to freshen up a bit. "Well," she thought, looking into the mirror, "This is as good as it gets." Pam knew she was attractive, with short blond hair and dark brown eyes. For the long trip, she dressed for comfort, wearing black linen pants and a sleeveless black and white shirt to show off her tan. While not thin, she was just curvy enough to turn heads wherever she went. Taking one last look, she hurried to baggage claim where Carl said he would be waiting for her.

As she rode the escalator down to the lower floor, she caught a glimpse of him and recognized him immediately from his pictures. She was delighted and touched to see the flower in his hand – a single pink rose. She caught his eye and called "Carl?" He looked at her, his face beaming. As soon as she got off the escalator, he swept her in his arms for a tight hug. "You are so lovely. Your pictures do not do you justice." Blushing, she thanked him as they moved toward the carrousel to claim her bag.

As they waited, they exchanged small chit-chat about her plane trip and how excited they were to finally be together. Her nervousness disappeared as he held her tightly to him. Finally her bag appeared and they were off to catch a cab to his place. 

As they stood in line he reached down and softly kissed her on the lips. Her arms reached around to hold him tight as the kiss deepened and his tongue softly explored her lips and mouth. They broke apart and laughed nervously at the scene they were causing amongst the crowd. Pam didn't care, though, she was finally with the man she adored and couldn't wait to be alone with him. 

As they waited, she looked at him, liking what she saw. He was just tall enough for her to fit perfectly in his arms and didn't have to stretch to kiss him. His brown hair was tinged with just a touch of grey, giving him a distinguished air. His eyes were the color of a clear blue pool of water on a bright summer day; he had a classical roman nose, and a smile that made her melt.

During the cab ride, he pointed out various points of interest, but her mind was elsewhere. He pulled her close to him and taking her face into his hands kissed her gently, then more and more urgently....tongues wrapping, exploring....hands roaming. "You should have worn a skirt," he whispered into her ear as he caressed her leg. Her panties were already soaked from his kisses and the anticipation of what was yet to come.

They soon arrived at his apartment, where he invited her to make herself comfortable while he busied himself in the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and lighting several candles.

Pam wanted to change after her long flight. She took her suitcase into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Carl, too, changed out of his suit into more comfortable attire.

They sat on the couch in the dark room lit only by the candles Carl had set out and drank their wine as they visited. Music played softly in the background. Despite numerous e-mails over the past few months and daily marathon phone calls, they were not at a loss for things to talk about, and were like giddy teen-agers. 

"It's been a long day for you, sweetness. Let me know if you get tired and want to go to bed," Carl told her. Pam was trying hard to stay awake, but she didn't want to miss a minute of her weekend with Carl.

Finally, the long flight and the wine had taken its toll and Pam agreed they should call it an evening. As she washed up and changed into her night shirt, she trembled with anticipation of Carl's touch on her bare skin.

She went into the bedroom where Carl was waiting. He had thoughtfully put her rose in a vase next to the bed and brought the candles in from the living room.

The room was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, and they kissed for what seemed like hours. Their mouths fused together, tongues dancing, exploring. Passion building. Breaking apart only to gasp for air or moan their mounting desire.

Carl laid her down on the bed as they kissed, caressing her body and gently removing her night shirt. Taking her breast into his mouth, he gently teased her nipple with his tongue, eliciting a gasp of delight from Pam. He then grabbed one of her silken, tanned legs and placed her toes in his mouth - his tongue dancing in between each toe. Slowly, he kissed down the length of her leg; nibbling, licking. Further. Further. Teasing her with his tongue making her moan and beg for his touch. As his mouth fell upon her wetness she almost exploded from the sheer intensity of the pleasure from the caress of his tongue on her clit.

Pam writhed in ecstasy, her moans growing louder and deeper; her fingers thrust in Carl's hair as her hips moved against him. Looking up at her and seeing her pleasure he slid his fingers in her and began to massage her spot as his mouth never left her throbbing wetness. She grew closer and closer to climax as he teased her along with his words and his own moans as they fed off each other's delight. 

Her back arched as she exploded in an orgasm that brought a scream to her lips. He then rose up to kiss her deeply while thrusting himself into her as he held her gaze with his own. Her legs wrapped around him as he thrust his cock into her and whispered in her ear how warm and wet she felt. Carl's cock was not long but very thick and filled Pam perfectly. As they moved together, she marveled at how perfectly they fit together. He held himself over her and pounded deeply into her looking into her eyes and gasping her name. Pam reached up to kiss Carl as she could not get enough of his incredible mouth. She sucked gently on his tongue and ran her tongue slowly around his lips. Breaking the kiss, Carl gasped in her ear how wet and how warm she felt. "How can you feel as soft as velvet and as strong as steel?" he moaned.

Pam felt the delicious waves of another orgasm begin to build and she lifted her hips to bring his cock even deeper within her, pounding him back harder and harder; a delicate sheen of sweat covering her body.

Suddenly without a word he began again to kiss down her body and nestled his mouth between her legs – the velvet smoothness of his tongue lapping at her lips and nibbling her clit. Pam's orgasm burst in an explosion as she wailed Carl's name.

Trailing kisses up her body once again and holding her gaze in his own, Carl thrust himself deeply into her and Pam gasped from the exquisite sensation of how he felt moving within her.

Thrusting, stroking, hips locked together....Pam wrapped her legs around Carl to pull him into her even further. She took his face into her hands and kissed him hard. "God you feel so good inside me...don't stop....don't ever stop" she begged him. She could feel him begin to tense and hear his moans growing louder and more frenzied. "I want to watch you cum," he gasped. "God, yes..." Pam moaned watching Carl move closer and closer to his orgasm...seeing his passion, his heat, his desire burning in his eyes. Pam felt a throbbing between her legs as she began to cum yet again. Unable to stand it any longer, she cried to Carl to join her...."Now, now....yes," she screamed as he grabbed her face and looked deeply into her eyes as his body shuddered with release.

Barely able to move, Carl took Pam gently into his arm and kissed her tenderly as they lay together, basking in the warm glow of their shared delight. "Thank you for coming to see me," he whispered in her ear. "My pleasure," she thought, looking forward to the rest of the weekend.



An Affair to Remember Ch. 01



Chapter One: The Lady

Sometimes, after one has been around for 50 years plus, when you least expect it, and when you begin to think that life is just so so, something, or someone, comes into your life that rebirths you, that lifts you higher than you ever were before. Sadly it doesn't happen to everyone. I was lucky.

My life is okay; no real bumps, good income, good kid, good wife, just no pizzazz. Everybody needs pizzazz-------or something! I go to work, play golf, boat, play poker and still fuck, and that's all okay. But I had been going along waiting for the "big pizzazz"----------or that "something or someone"!

It started with a phone call about a piece of commercial investment property in Charlotte. Julie, the realtor I called, could not show the particular property I wanted to see so her Sister Michelle called me. Her voice melted me on the phone. I admit that I fantasized a little about her then but I always do that when I hear a sweet voice on the phone. That sweet Southern accent just laid me open. I was now nervous about making a stupid business decision just based on a beautiful sounding woman! I usually don't get nervous about business. We agreed to meet at a local restaurant and she would show my friend and I the property I was interested in. 

When she pulled up next to us the first thing I saw was this small, pouting mouth and innocent looking eyes staring at me. I knew then I was going to make love to this beautiful woman no matter what. I didn't know when or how, but I knew in that moment I had to fuck this woman. I have slept with a lot of women in my life, but this feeling I had was a first. It was different and a little scary. We locked eyes and I think we both forgot anyone else was there for a moment. She looked at me like she wanted to make sure I would not hurt her but would take care of her. It was strange but somehow erotic. I felt like a kid again.

When she got out of the car I saw how completely beautiful she was. She was tall and slim with beautiful breasts and a nice, nice little ass. She was proportionally correct. If someone had to complain, one could say her breasts were a little big. But I am not one to complain! It was her eyes and smile that I my eyes went back to. She was just so enjoyable to look at. I could not stop staring at her. I felt myself getting hard for the first time in a long time just from looking at her!

We looked at property that day but I made no decisions. We agreed to look again next weekend. I could not wait. Actually, I didn't. I called her and came up Friday around noon-----alone.

Michelle and drove all over looking at lots and houses on the lake. She knew what she was doing and I saw a lot of good investments. The problem was I didn't know the lake market and what really was a good deal and what wasn't. Besides that, I let her walk in front of me as much as possible. It was distracting but wonderful. She must have caught me 20 times staring at her nice little ass and long legs. Every step she took I kept thinking how the lips of her pussy were brushing against each other as she walked---- and how I wished I could be right there watching them. She has the most beautiful legs! She just smiled at me---letting me know she caught me but that she was okay with it. Actually, I think she was enjoying it. I had fantasies of bending her over a couch or chair in one of the properties we looked at and fucking her. But all the time I thought about fucking her I thought about how sweet and soft and sensuous she was. I knew she was wet and wanting even then.

Later we had lunch and talked and talked about everything. I quickly realized how intelligent she was. I also was being to see how fantastically sensuous she was too. Everything she did, her moves, her speech, her touch, were all so sensuous! She was not happy in her marriage and I was bored with mine. 

I told her about my interest in Tantric masseuse. I told her that Tantric massage was a very personal, complete body massage. I could tell she was interested and I was getting hard again just talking to her about it. I wanted to take her out to the car right then and just eat her pussy for hours. But I kept my cool and asked her if she would like for me to give her a tantric massage. To my absolute joy she agreed. A tantric masseuse is not supposed to cross the line but I knew when we met I was going to give her more than a massage. I think she knew it too. It was a door opener for both of us.

We met the following week. We were both very, very nervous. We had a little wine, she got undressed down to her bikini briefs and I started to massage her. She was so beautiful. Her skin was flawless. She was on her back and I was working her neck, shoulders and back. I could see her pussy was wet through her panties.

Then I removed her panties and started on her buttocks and legs. Yes, I was barely in control of myself. I slowly began to massage her beautiful ass. I had a hard time leaving it. She began to softly moan. Then I ran my fingers lightly over her little pink butt hole and then down to her pussy. She began to moan a little more. Then I began to massage her labia lips, softly squeezing one at a time and running my fingers up and down each one. It was then that she half rolled over toward me and her eyes were glazed over--------with pleasure! The look in her eyes was like she was comatose------half out of it! At first I thought she might be mad then I realized she was delirious with pleasure. I got harder by the minute. 

I gently put her back down on her stomach and continued to massage her pussy. She has the most sensual, sexually pure sound I have ever heard. I was busting out of my pants. As I stroked her pussy with my hand her hips rose up to meet my fingers. I penetrated her with one finger, then two and she began to fuck my fingers. She was incredibly wet! She would have climaxed I think if I had kept going.

I took my clothes off as fast as I could and continued to massage her. I moved up, rolled her over and kissed her. Sadly, she was not a kisser, maybe from bad memories as a kid. I love to kiss a woman but I guess we can't have it all. She more than made up for it though. 

I kissed her neck and drank in her scent. It was like an aphrodisiac to me. I could almost bite her. I licked her nipples and then bit them. She told me to bite them harder and squeeze her beautiful breasts harder. I have never seen a woman get so hot from having her breasts massaged and her nipples bitten. That moaning just kept coming and driving me nuts. I can't explain how sensual it was.

I moved my hand back down to her pussy and started to finger fuck her again. I took my other hand off of her breasts and she quickly put it back on and told me not to stop. At first I massaged the lips gently and then ran my fingers over the top of it up and down as she squirmed upwards to meet my hand. 

I ran my tongue down her stomach and then I kissed the swollen lips of her pussy. I moaned as her scent enveloped me and I dove into her pussy with my tongue. I sucked on each lip and then deeply into her, I licked it gently and then faster, trying to feel her response and go where she wanted me to. 

I turned around so I could go deeper into her pussy with my tongue. Somehow we ended up in a 69 with me fucking her in the mouth as I ate her pussy. I was half delirious myself with pleasure now.

I then came up and she moved over on the bed and spread her legs wide. She told me that she wanted me in her right now. She said she could not believe how wet she was. I could! 

Looking at her laying there in front of me, a beautiful body and a very wet pussy, I almost wanted to stop and savor the moment------but I couldn't wait. I moved in between her beautiful long legs. I was going to slowly put my dick in her when she reached out and took my dick and pulled me into her. She was tight so it took me a minute. As eager as I was, I managed to take my time and slowly work my way into her tight, wonderful pussy. She raised her legs up to the ceiling and I slid all the way in. I think I hit her cervix as she jumped a little. I backed off and began to stroke, slowly at first, gently, then harder and faster. I could feel myself loosing control. I hated that because I knew she was not ready, but Michelle was at least 20 years younger than me and I was just too fucking excited to keep it any longer. I started pumping like Hell and she knew I was coming. She was great! She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her and thrust back hard. It was fucking incredible. I came so hard my dick was jumping.

After two people have sex for the first time together, the aftermath is sometimes a little uncomfortable. We were but there was an intimacy there that I don't feel very often. I think we were both a little shocked at the passion that we had for each other. I think we both realized that we were starting something that was going to change both of our lives- and not for a short amount of time.

I wanted to lie around and talk but she had to get back home so we dressed and left. I asked her if she wanted to see me again and she said yes. As I drove home all I could think about was her. I knew I had to shower and wash my clothes but I did not want to lose her scent. I hid my shirt in my car so I could catch her scent from it the next day. 



An Affair To Remember Ch. 01



It all started the day I got the phone call from the university I wanted to transfer to got had an opening mid semester, I arrived late on a rainy day and had class right away. I dumped my bags in my dorm room and headed straight over to my first class with Professor McDonald the head of the art department who was teaching the class about compositions and colours. I was drenched from the rain when I ran in to class with a black parka on with low-rise jeans and white ripped tank top and no underwear on which left nothing to the imagination, my hair started to curl with the wetness although a bit messed looked not to bad.

I handed him my transfer slip just before he was about to give me into trouble for being late, that's when he got the phone call, which looked to be a disturbing one at that and excused himself from the studio to his office to continue his conversation. 

When he returned he looked upset, not his usual composed self and had forgotten completely to yell at me. All the class continued with their compositions but it appeared to me that he was looking more and more unhinged as the minutes past. 

'Continue with your composition I shall be back in a little while' he said and he walked back into his office closing the door behind him. 

I took a seat at an empty canvas and easel, I removed my coat and sat waiting on his return for instructions. When he hadn't returned I decided to go and check on him being that he looked so upset, just to make sure nothing was too untoward after his strange phone call also trying to get myself off the hook for being late.

#Let me tell you about Professor McDonald before we continue into the events that are about to unfold, he is around fifty but boy does he look good, if you didn't know you would think he was maybe forty, he is around 6 foot, well built, muscles, just a touch of grey in the sides of his black hair, piercing blue eyes, well groomed and impeccable taste in clothes, women, food, art, gifts and cars. #

I knocked on his office door with no reply I opened the door slowly and quietly to see Professor McDonald quietly sobbing on the couch in the corner of his office, I walked in cautiously. 

'Sir, are you okay?' I said calmly as I approach with caution. 

He looked up at me with a deer in the headlights look of not only being caught crying but by one of his new younger students. He jumped up and hurried over to close the door behind me, but stumbled on a red and black persian rug in the process and pushed me against the door closing it and pining me in-between. His arms at my shoulders pushed on the door with me held in-between, I froze not sure of what to do. 

His face was only inches from mine, I felt his breath on my face, the minty coolness of his breath, and I looked up at him with uncertainty and wanting. We stood like this for what felt like an hour but was possible more like five minutes, just as I am was about to say something he leaned down kissing me in the most passionate way I have ever been kissed. His hands moved from the door to my shoulders and my back as they started to tremble he reaches down to the waistband of my low-rise jeans, his hands roamed furiously over my ass as he grabed my ass and lifted me up, automatically I wrapped my long toned legs around him, I can feel hard throbbing cock pressed against the crotch of my jeans as he grinded against me pushing me hard on the steel cold door. 

My hands were running through his hair as we kiss so passionately, he shoved his tongue in my mouth, our tongues danced together, tasting mint and coffee as they do. I started unbuttoning his black shirt as I am getting into the atmosphere of what happened, he suddenly broke the lip lock session and headed south, reaching my heaving chest he pulled my t-shirt off and started to tease my already erect nipples, twirling his tongue around the pale pink of my areolas, sucking on my nipple and even nibbling on them ever so gently, as I start to moan he realises who he is with and pulled away from my breasts, letting go of my ass as he has to figured out what he had just done. 

He backed away from me, leaving me leaning against the door breathing heavy, covering my breasts with my arm as I picked up my tank top and fixing my lip-gloss, he spoke so quietly.

'I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry, so sorry.' he said repeated only those four words over and over again.

He sat on the couch that he was just sobbing on fifteen minutes previous to what had just happened. I stood up and walked towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure nothing was out of place incase anyone were to walk in. I stood in front of him my crotch at his face level, I looked down at him waiting for an explanation for what had just happened.

He looked at my crotch then looked up at me and asked me to sit next to him on the brown leather couch, I do as he asked and sat beside him facing him with my legs folded under my butt and my hands on my lap. He turned to me and placed his hand atop mine, 

'What we have just done was a mistake and was inappropriate, it was my fault Lexi not yours, I was swept up in my emotions and you came into my office with your sweet smiling face to check on me' He said as he tried to reassure me and himself I suspect.

He went onto rub my hand and then rested his hand on my thigh. 

'What was the phone call was about sir?' I asked him innocently.

'Call me Andrew', he looked at me with a sadness in his eyes.

'My daughter has been rushed into hospital because she lost her baby whilst she was on holiday to Canada.' he sighed with teary eyes.

By this time all I could hear was the rain battering on the window as he was now stroking my thigh, my eyes glazed over and I went into my mind thinking 'what he is going to do next and how could he do that when thinking about his daughter?' But the next thing I knew there's a knock at the door before anything else can happen The Dean of the university entered.

I had never seen Professor McDonald move so quickly to get away from me in all the time I had been at the university as he did at that moment The Dean came into his office. The Dean asked me to leave so she could talk to Professor McDonald, so I got up from the sofa and left them to it. 

#Let me give you a little description of The Dean she is in her mid forties, a good looking woman for her age, she has light blonde hair, about 5'5 in height, medium build, I'd say she's maybe 38B, and did I mention the Professor McDonald and The Dean are married? Didn't think I did. As you have probably guessed they have a daughter of 21 together Anna, we went to high school together not that we were ever friends though. The Dean couldn't even tell her husband about their daughter face to face she had to phone him, which lead to the events between him and I. Not a great marriage I would say.#

As I walk out his office everyone looked up at me, have you ever wondered what its like for everyone to be staring at you? Well I now know.

I went over to where I was sitting and started on my composition, just at the moment The Dean stormed out of Professor McDonald office red in the face stared at me, then Professor McDonald came out looking quiet smug about something or another. 

He then went on to say 'class is over for today everyone leave immediately, except for you Lexi' pointing at me. *I go red in the face* as everyone goes 'Ohh the new girls in trouble, Lexi's in trouble' then I was alone with Professor McDonald.

I was still sat at my workspace waiting on what the Professor was going to say or even do, as I thought this he walked to the studio door and locked it, placing the key in the left hand pocket of his tight jeans. He went into the wardrobe cupboard where all the outfits were kept for when we had to sketch live models, and I wondered what the hell is going on?! He reappeared some ten minutes later with a little black dress and a pair of six inch dominatrix black patent shoes; I furrowed my brow not knowing what he was expecting from me and that outfit. He motioned for me to follow him into his office I followed him warily inside, by this time he has placed the dress and shoes on the leather couch.

'Get changed into the dress and shoes now Lexi!' he commanded. 

I didn't know whether it was shock or fright maybe even a little submission on my part but I did as I was told for the first time in my life.

He left me in his office to change, I removed my hot pink doc martin boots first, then my tank top, I pulled the tight material of the dress over my milky white 36C breasts and blush coloured erect nipples, it stretched over them looking like the dress was painted on my body, then I pulled it down to the top of my jeans, unbuttoned those and slid them down over my toned thighs they hit the floor with a thud, finally I pulled the dress down under my ass cheeks the dress just covered them. 

'What a day not to wear any underwear' I thought. 

As I was about to walk out I remember the shoes and went back for them, I pulled them on and buckled the three straps to the buckles on each shoe, I teetered out to the Professor, as I don't normally wear high heels, he was sitting at his desk across the room. 

I stopped as I saw him looking up from his book he had been reading while I changed. He got up and walked over to a red velvet chaise long and said 'Sit there Lexi and I'll change your position in a moment'.

He motioned me to sit for him, I nodded and done as I was asked not wanting to upset anything after all I was late and he wanted to paint me. I sat down and he hurried over to a covered canvas that was placed on an easel in the corner of the room, slowly he pulled the dust sheet from it, he had already painted the chaise and was just waiting on the right muse to finish the painting. I guess I was that muse. 

I pulled the dress down trying to keep everything covered and my modesty in tact since after all it was my first day. He came back over to me and positioned me the way he would like me to lay, by this point my bald pussy was out on show as he had placed one leg over the side of the chaise and the other dangling over the edge. My head was on a white leather pillow and my left arm placed under my left breast with the left hand placed gently atop my right breast whilst my right arm was draped falling off the chaise and onto the floor. 

As I laid there I started to wonder if this was how university professors normally do business and I asked Professor McDonald.

'I don't think this is appropriate Professor McDonald, shouldn't you have a model or something for this?'

'How do you think you got in to this university mid semester Lexi? Did you really think it is because of your genius creativity and brilliant use of compositions? Of course not, you silly girl I'm the reason your here. I WANT YOU!!! I NEED YOU!!! I remember when I first saw you at school with my daughter Heather, and I knew from that moment I would have you as my muse!' he said with a sadistic look upon his face. 

I sat up and looked at him stunned with my mouth open willing for the words to come forth. 

'Pppprofessor McDonald you mean you put my application through? I always thought you were staring at me but I just figured it was just my imagination because I always had a crush on you when I was in high school. I can't believe you brought me here on scholarship so you could use me for your muse and guilty pleasures!' I stuttered.

As I went to get up he blocked my path to the office where my clothes were, he held my shoulders then kissed me like before hard and fast, passionate and dirty. Pushing me back onto the chaise I laid back for him, he pushed between my legs and laid on top of me still kissing me holding my hands above my head. As we were laying there his hand wandered down to my breasts, he started to tweak my nipples, still with my arms held above my head, his hand travelled again down to between my legs, he found my rosebud clit and started to rub gently but picked up speed as I started to moan softly arching my back. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes as Professor McDonald started using his tongue on my nipples, still rubbing at my clit, he slipped a finger in my slit. 

He released my arms and unbuttoned his denims, pushed them down letting his thick 6 inch cock pop out and hit my clit, he rubbed the mushroom head of his cock against my lips, feeling my wetness he pushed and slid half the way in, I opened my eyes wide realising what was happening. 

'Oh god Lexi you're so tight and wet' He said and gasped.

He pushed more, inching in little by little till he was all the way inside. He grunted as he slid in and out of the warmth of my tight pussy, I wrapped my legs around him locking them under his ass, the heels of my shoes digging into his thighs, I pulled his shirt off and run my freed hands down his back dragging my nails I heard him moan, he grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head again using them as an anchor as he started to pick up pace and fuck me hard. 

I closed my eyes moving my hips to meet his thrusts as our pelvic bones collided, he lowered his head to rest on my neck, I could feel his heavy breath against my skin, I nibbled on his ear making him almost cum instantly, he looked up grunting as he started to give me an orgasm he came inside me, he kept rocking back and forth till he was spent. 

He got off me pulling his trousers up as he walked over to the canvas he shouted 'don't dare move Lexi!', I lay there spent no able to move anyway, he started to paint me as his spent muse laying there surrounded by the smell of sex. 

Dress around my waist no longer did it even resemble a dress more like a corset for the waist, my legs apart on either side of the chaise, arms above my head still in place, I turned my head ever so slightly to look at him with bedroom eyes and a slight pouted smirk, he painted for an hour or so then told me 'get cleaned up, there is a shower in my office.' I unbuckled the shoes and swayed into his office sliding the dress off as I walked. I left it laying the middle of the studio floor as I entered his office.

I went into the bathroom and as I turned the shower on I felt a presence in the room, it was Professor McDonald back for round two in the shower, he pushed me against the glass wall and was about to enter me from behind when we heared his wife, The Dean in the studio calling 'Andrew, Andrew?' he rushed out to meet her leaving me in the shower unsure what to do so I cleaned up and hurried to get dressed trying to make my hair look as dry as possible. 

I crouched hiding behind the leather couch in his office just encase The Dean and him came in, the door opened I peek under the couch to see just Professor McDonalds feet I stood up from behind the couch, he looked at me with sadness and wanting in his eyes. 

'Professor that's was close, too close' 

'I told you to call me Andrew' 

'Ok Andrew that was close, too close. Better?' 

'I have a private studio downtown Lexi maybe I could paint you there instead? The address is unit 12 on Church St, do you know it?' I nodded writing my phone number down leaving it on his desk then I grabbed my coat and bag, I left him there watching me leave. 

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My phone rang around eleven am, I let the answering machine pick it up, four days of hiding in my room alone and not going to class, Professor McDonald phoned and left a me a message saying 

'Why have you not been attending class this week Lexi? I need to see you ASAP! Phone me back right away.'

I ignored the message like the four before it and fell back to sleep, I woke up to hearing my door being knocked, not thinking straight having been awoken from my sleep I rushed over to get it and fall over various items of clothing I had left laying on the floor. As I reached the door I saw Professor McDonald through the spy hole I gasped and put my back against the door sliding down to the floor. I could hear him asking people that were passing if they had seen me lately, he didn't get anywhere asking people so left a package at the front door. I stood back up as he was walking away, I looked through the spy hole till I seen him leave then I went to the window and seen him getting into his car before I opened the door to get the package which turned out to be a box with a bow on top.

I picked up the package that was placed at my door and took it inside, placing it on the coffee table I sat looking at for about twenty minutes unsure whether to open it or not. Eventually I plucked up the courage to open the box to see what was inside, it was the little black dress, the three buckle six inch black patent dominatrix shoes and an envelope. I left the dress and shoes inside the box and took the envelope out sitting it next to the package, I looked at it wondering what the heck it was about, I went and make a cup of sweet tea, taking a sip I came back to the table I lifted the envelope and opened it slowly. As a pulled the letter out a key fell on to the floor with a clatter, I reached down picking the key up and put it on the table, I continued to open the letter to see what it had to say. 

The letter read, 

'To my dearest Lexi, please talk to me or meet me in a public place, I just need to see you, to smell your sweet smell and see you beautiful face. Inside is a key to my studio the one we spoke about I will be there from five pm till 12 midnight everyday this week waiting on you. Always yours, Andrew X'. 

I sat down in the armchair with the letter in one hand and the key in the other, pondering what to do. I thought to myself 'Should I go or just call him? What does he really want? Do I want this to go any further?'. 

Eventually I decided to call him on his mobile number that was on the header of the letter. The phone rang twice and he answered.

'Lexi? Is that you?' 

'Yes Profess...Andrew, its me.' 

'Lexi will you meet me now? Please!' 

'Um...I can't, I don't think we should meet outside of class again, I mean you're my professor and I'm your student it should stay that way shouldn't it?' he paused thinking about what he could do to persuade me to change my mind. 

'Well Lexi, lets try meeting in public because it cannot just be a professional relationship as we have went this far now.' I started thinking about what he had just said and the tone he said it in is sounding very sinister right at that moment. 

'Fine I will meet you, where do you want to meet?' 

'How about the train station it is as public as you can get, platform 3, four pm?' 

'Ok that's fine I will be sitting on a bench waiting.' 

'Oh Lexi could you please wear the dress and shoes? Please?! Pleaase!' I paused thinking no harm could come from that since we were going to be in a public place. 

'Ok, you have a deal Andrew, four pm at the station.' 

'Thank you Lexi' I hung up the phone and threw it on the table. 

I looked at the clock it was three pm already I rushed in a shower to get ready to meet him, I tied my hair up in a pony tail to save me time washing it. I came out of the shower, I put on my underwear, then that little black dress and finally the black patent shoes, which I could not walk in but I said I would so I wore them. I thought to myself should I put a coat on or not I looked at the clock realising it was quarter to four and the station was twenty minutes away, no time for a coat I called a taxi to get me there on time.

I arrived at the station dead on four pm, I hurried out of the taxi and into the station trying to move as quickly as possible to get to the platform but in those shoes it was impossible. I got the escalators to platform three as I got up there was no one around, I walked over to a bench in the middle of the platform and sat down to wait on Andrew. I thought to myself 'he would pick the one platform which only one train a day goes into knowing there wont be anyone around except the people going to the monument.'




An Affair To Remember Ch. 01



I looked over at the clock on the wall of the platform it was now twenty past four, I looked down at my hands thinking how could I have been so stupid to come here like this when I heard footsteps, I glanced to my left and it was Andrew. I looked at him disgusted for being late and leaving me sitting here dressed like this for thirty minutes. He sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh he grasped at my flesh making it redden.

'Why do you not have a coat on Lexi?' 

'I was running late and didn't have time to pick one up, but by yours standards I was very early!' his hand moves up my thigh till he reaches my underwear and he has a puzzled look on his face. 

'Why do you have underwear on?' 

'Because we are meeting in public and we are not going there again.'

He edged closer to me grabbing my face to kiss me, I pushed him away as I hear a train coming in. 

'Don't!, I do not want this with you.' 

'Well Lexi I'm not sorry for doing it and I will do it again if I get the chance to' 

As I was about to answer him The Dean came along the platform toward us, stopping in front of me, she looked down at me and grabbed Andrew's hand leading him away from me. 

He followed behind her looking back at me as I looked at him from the bench.