I was in a miserable marriage for years before I started connecting with a woman I worked with. She was pretty, had a nice butt, a beautiful set of C/D cup breasts, and had just lost a fair amount of weight. I'm pretty sure that boosted her confidence. But prior to the weight loss she was more shy and lacked as many opportunities to fool around, by her own admission. I now think she was looking to make up for lost time.

We were on a team working on a project that went late into the night some nights. This gave us time to get to know each other on dinner breaks and in texts and conversations. We had a legitimate reason to chat, but that led to us talking about her recently failed marriage and my failing one. We talked about loneliness, how to be a good spouse, what we expected in our partners, and eventually about sex.

She admitted to a few affairs of her own, which was hot to hear about. And I admitted I had been tempted by a few women, but hadn't crossed that line. She respected that, but the flirtations and innuendo, the conversations about sex and appearance, the humming of sexuality to our time together only increased.

One night the rest of the team left the building and we were working in our offices separately. Then I went to hers to ask something. Before I knew it we were hugging. Then she sat on my lap to be held. That was it that night.

A week later, same circumstances...but now we'd already broached physical contact. So a hug came quicker, then a dance in her office, then wandering hands, and finally a kiss. That turned into a standing make-out session while our bodies pressed to one another. Her left hand went to my face while her right went to my bulge as we kissed. My hands took her ass beneath her silky dress and massaged it.

I resisted a few more opportunities after that...we still made out, held each other, and touched over our clothes, but I didn't want to have an affair...I told myself I hadn't, even though it was clearly an emotional affair already.

Then one night after the others left, we began making out, and that took us to the floor where I was on top of her, pressing my cock into her body while we kissed. She moaned into my mouth, "Just fuck me, already...fuck me, please." I asked if she had a condom, because I didn't. She had bought a box, waiting for the day when my resistance broke. We quickly got out of our clothes and while I stood she stayed on her knees and took my cock in her hands, rolled the condom down, then laid back, presenting herself to me.

As I entered her I was petrified, nervous, and ashamed. I was also horny, excited, and proud. This hot woman begged for me to fuck her. After years of neglect in my marriage I was ready to see if I still had it.

She laid on her back and began to cum within moments of my entering her pussy, which she'd shaved for me (she'd heard me express that was how I preferred my partners to groom, and shaved the next morning, she told me). I was determined to make her cum more and more.

What began as a sensual, emotional, tender love-making morphed over the course of the next 40 minutes. After making her cum a few times as we kissed and caressed each other's bodies, I came up on my hands and toes, and started fucking her harder, slamming my 7 1/2" cock into her with every bit of effort I could muster. Again, again, again...developing a quick but not overwhelming rhythm that ratcheted up her arousal. She went into a continuous orgasmic cycle where she'd begin to cum again as soon as the previous orgasm waned. I'm not sure how to count those, but I know for about six minutes straight she was convulsing, moaning, not making sense, and just feeling the sensations coursing through her body.

At last I came. It felt like four years worth of cum leaving my body. It was epic. Exhausted I laid on top of her for a few. When I withdrew from her body I found the condom had broken. I was a nervous wreck for a week or two, waiting to make sure she hadn't gotten pregnant. We continued for another few months before the project ended and she got transferred to another division in another part of the country.

I haven't talked to her or seen her in years, but that brief affair was one of the most emotionally and physically satisfying events in my life to that point. She gave herself to me completely, and I to her in an effort to mutually please one another. If it hadn't been so immoral it would have been sweeter. I think we both wrestled with that aspect of it. I didn't foresee a future with her, but she certainly helped me through a rough part of my life, and I hope I helped with her broken heart after her own failed marriage.

She later told me I was the biggest or tied for the biggest she'd ever had, and that my cock was hitting nerves inside her she'd never felt struck before. My athleticism and drive, partnered with my dimensions, made for a unique experience for her. And I loved being able to deliver that.