I met her on the internet, some time ago. At that time, sites weren't so careful about having married men looking for quality women's company -- but, although I am handsome, I was still getting relatively little response, as a result of that old women's taboo about being with married men.

But this woman answered my ad, wondering about passion with a married man.. We wrote back and forth for a time, with the temperature rising all the while. It seemed, even before we had met, that we would be good for each other. She was coming off a recently ended relationship, and I was am suffering the consequences of having the woman I married lose all interest in sex. Our friendship blossomed as a healing relationship for both. The first time we actually got together -- the first time that we could touch each other -- she had only moments to spend with me, and so we just hugged a little. She gasped a little, though, as I moved my hand inside her blouse, to feel that she was wearing no bra, to touch her wonderful breasts.

I could feel them hardening, feel her excitement, and feel her breath coming quicker, and I could feel myself hardening, too. But we had no time. As we left her apartment, she and I kissed, and she said to me "You made me wet....

Wouldn't you like to meet me here tomorrow morning?" The next day, it was all I could do keep my mind on getting up and showering and shaving. After my wife left for work, I went to my new friend's apartment. What a pleasant surprise: the quite conservative, stylishly dressed woman I had met was there, standing just behind the door, welcoming me in black lingerie, with a sheer black robe...

, hanging open. She actually wanted to talk for a few minutes, making me sit down. And it was all I could do to stand up, when she finally said "let's go into my bedroom." What pleasure it was to slip her robe off, gently undo her bra, takingher breasts in my hand, caressing them, and then pull down her panties....

Her pubic hair was blonde and her body enticing -- and when it was time for her to take off my pants she could barely get them off, so hard was I with the sight of her, the feel of her. Feeling her body against me was heavenly, rubbing my chest against her breasts, feeling them engorge, hearing her gasp, whimper slightly -- and all the while I thought that I was going to explode. She suddenly spread her legs, slowly, sooo erotically, and I moved my head down to her sopping wet cunt. Kissing her on her breasts, then down her stomach, her abdomen, and then on the inside of her legs, I listened to her panting, moaning with the excitement, and it was so much fun to put my head between her legs and begin to toy her. Running my tongue first around her lips, then flicking a little at the bottom, then moving up to her personal place.... Running my tongue slowly over her, feeling her harden, groaning, moaning, it was a joy to know that I was giving her so much pleasure, bringing her close to cumming...

She started to buck, to lose control, her hips were shaking, and she called out "oh, oh, oh, oooh!" as she came. I kept my mouth on her, sucking her juices in, then gently and more gently running my tongue over her personal place as she gradually slowed, slowly came down from her orgasm... I moved myself up on her chest, sitting astride her chest, with my length stiff and throbbing, its head red with desire and anticipation. Indeed, I was so hot that it amazed me that I had not come just from the excitment of making her come. I pushed my length between her breasts into her mouth, and she took it eagerly, running her tongue around my length, sucking me in. I moved forward rhythmically, but it was really she who was the inspiration. She was so sexy, so sensual, sucking me so beautifully, the sensations were so great, so intense, that I knew I could not last long. I felt myself about to cum, and didn't know how she would deal with it -- I knew that I would cum a lot, knew that her sensuality had made me so excited that I would positively drench her, but didn't know whether she would take my cum into her or push it away, or what. But she was wonderful, her eyes sparkling when I came, as she drained me absolutely dry, sucking every last drop of cum out of me, swallowing me deliciously, and holding my length in her mouth for the longest time.

I collapsed next to her on the bed and hugged her, kissed her, knowing that we were sexually so perfectly matched to each other...

that who knew what we would get up to in the future?