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My First Affair
My First Affair
She just had to be blonde.
In fact, she was. Furthermore, she had that tall statuesque appearance of an eloquent woman who was just as comfortable in a pair of Jeans as she looked fantastic in a cocktail dress. Throw in a slender waist and two cute nipples that seemed to protrude no matter what she wore, and this was my first extra-marital affiar.
We met through the net as most people seem to do these days. However, that was several years ago when only the most basic chatrooms existed. Finding someone who actually lived nearby was almsot an impossibility. As it turned out, she only lived an hour away from me.
It was a cold rainy day in March. We decided to meet at a restaurant in her town. Even though I had only seen one photo of her that she had sent me via e-mail, I recognized her instantly when she stepped out of her car on to the parking lot. I had been waiting in my car so as not to miss her or precede her into the restaurant. I hailed her. She smiled back at me. We walked into the restaurant together under her umbrella. Quite naturally, I placed my arm around her waist and she immediately said, "I like that. Thank you."
The lunch lasted almost three hours. It was wonderful. The conversation flowed easily. We shared our lives with each other. In fact, we probably went beyond what most married people do when meeting a potential lover for the first time. We didn't violate the rules of discretion but we did share so much about each other that a sense of friendship preceded any other consideration in this new relationship. Somehow, we just hit it off so wonderfully.
There came a point in our conversation when I decided to at least broach the subject of our possibly becoming lovers.
"How can I get to know you better?" I asked.
"Taste me." she replied.
We both knew what we wanted. We wanted each other.
Inside of a half hour, we found ourselves alone and together in a motel.
We had just taken off our coats when she fell to her knees, unzipped my pants, and reached in to take out my penis. All it took was her touch and I was hard.
She kissed it and then began licking it with her tounge up and down the shaft. When she took it in to her mouth, I felt a kind of sexual intimacy that I had not felt for years.
I let her enjoy herself. Who am I kidding? I was in ecstacy! Her seeming agressiveness was actually her wanting to demonstrate her submissiveness. From that moment on, I took control and she loved it.
Her pussy tasted like honey. I gave her two strong orgasms. She claimed that it had been a long time since she had experienced such intense orgasms.
As she lay there still breathless from the second release, she spread her legs while lying on her back and began to beg me to fuck her.
I mounted her.
By then, my cock was rock hard. She begged me further to pound her hard. Complying was no problem at all. Her passion increased and she began to moan at each thrust. I rode her in several positions but it was not until she got on top of me that I began to feel it coming on.
What is it about reaching up and grabbing both of a woman's tits while she rides your cock that is so erotic and super stimulating?
I soaked her pussy with my cum. She even pushed her fingers up in to her vagina so that the cum would stay where she wanted it.
As we lay next to each other recuperating, she asked me if I wanted to see her again.
In fact, we met once a week for over two years. Those visits included everything from going shopping together to attending dances and taking little day trips together. However, we never missed going to bed together. It was what we both lived for during that time in our lives.
She has since divorced. It was something she needed to do. He was one of those major control freaks who didn't hesitate to use physical violence on her if he thought he tought it would make his point.
As for me, I moved on as well. The affair ended with a hug, a few tears of farewell, and a promise to remain friends. I've seen her socially several times since. We still enjoy a special warmth with each other that no one else knows. We were lovers and the memories of those years continue to be special ones that both of us cherish.