I posted before about how "A" (a married but neglected mid-30s F) and I (married but neglected mid-40s M) met up and had our success story, meeting up once in public to make out in the car, then a second time in a Denver hotel a couple weeks ago. Once we had some real privacy, she was able to cum for me a bunch, both from oral and penetration, then she went down on me before finally jerking me off across her tits. That was her first time stepping out on her husband like that, and it was a huge step for her, letting me strip her down, eat her out, and fuck her deep and bare like that. She had a bit of an emotional reaction afterward, trying to figure out how she felt about it, and whether she wanted to meet up again or not. It eventually boils down to the fact that she loves her husband and doesn't want to leave him, just like I love my wife and I'm not going to leave her, but we both have this insatiable NEED to fuck, and we just fit together so perfectly that we just HAVE to meet up again, right?

Her husband travels from time to time, and he was out of town one day last week, so I invited her over to my place. She came over wearing this sexy lace bodysuit under some fashionable blouse and pants. To be honest, the blouse and pants weren't really on her long enough for me to remember much about them, but they looked great crumpled on the floor next to my front door. She is so much shorter than I am, it's a lot of fun for me to pin her to the wall, giving her that diminutive, helpless feeling, as I kiss her and let my hands roam over her beautiful curves. At one point, she had her hands up on the wall, facing it, as I unzipped to let my cock throb more comfortably as I pressed him along her hip. As I slid my hands around her waist, I brushed my finger along the hemline of her bodysuit, dipping down between her legs and she began to tremble and moan against me and I knew I just needed to be inside of her again.

I took her back to the bedroom, my own clothes coming off as we went, and laid her back across the bed. Her first orgasm was on my tongue as I pulled the fabric of her bodysuit aside and just lapped at her wetness, from her entrance to her clit, where I could just gently tug her little nub into my mouth and look up as she pulled a pillow over her face to scream in orgasm. I really like it when she begs me to fuck her. I know she's been neglected for *years* at this point, and she gets so dripping wet with just the dirty ideas I text to her from time to time, so I am starting to really enjoy it when we are together and I get to watch her expressions when I decide to mount her. It's always right after she cums, when she's on her back and her body is just aching to be stretched around the fullness of a real man again, that's when I like to finally enter her. The look on her face is so fucking sexy, having that mix of sensations, the way she feels the tight, soft folds of her body giving way to the unrelenting fullness of my bare erection, the nagging thoughts of how she's not on birth control and having to trust that my decades-old vasectomy still works, and I'm guessing there might even be some discomfort for her as I push my way down into her body, inch by inch, and she groans gutturally as the last couple inches hit home for her, both probing the depths of her body, but also stretching her open around the thick base of my shaft. I rest here for a moment, soaking in the look of my little minx, laying back and spreading her legs for me, completely open and vulnerable to all my sexy ideas.

I start out by slowly grinding into her, not really thrusting, but just rocking my hips against hers, making sure she could take it all before I started pulling out just a bit and gently sliding myself back home inside of her. It didn't take long before she was begging me to fuck her, harder, and I could feel the quivering of her folds all around me. It was almost like her body was trying in vain to squeeze me out, but I was far too hard and in too deep for that to happen. Her second orgasm visibly wracked her body as her body shook, arching up against me, and the walls of her pussy clamped down tight along my shaft, milking me for everything she could. She even resorted to her mother tongue for a bit until she regained her senses and asked if she could ride me.

I have since learned that I need to be careful when she's on top. There's something about that angle when she's up on her heels and wantonly impaling herself on my erection, or maybe it's the fact I have my hands free to play with her huge, full tits as she's doing it, but there's something about the way she rides my cock that I have to be *very* careful about or I might end up cumming long before I want to.

Her riding only lasted a minute before I pulled her up to sit on my face. Weeks earlier, I had mentioned to her how much I enjoyed this position, and really wanted to try it with her, because of how trim and tight her body is, with such pronounced firm breasts, it was going to be incredibly sexy to have my hands free to hold her ass, while looking up to see her tits hanging free, all while wrapping my tongue around her clit and tasting her warm, womanly wetness. She came again when my tongue was wriggling against her entrance, then once more as I sucked on her clit, never even letting her get up off my face between the two.

I have recently really started to enjoy the position, whatever it's called, when a girl is laying on her side with the lower leg extended and the upper leg pulled up into nearly a fetal position, then I get to hold onto her hip and straddle her lower leg, guiding my manhood deep into her body. This gives me the great leverage of holding onto her hip, almost like when I stand behind her, but I also get a great view of her breast bouncing across her chest each time I bottom out inside of her. Meanwhile, she also gets to reach down and feel her own wetness on my veiny shaft as I plunge back and forth through her soft lips. She came again like that, either from my penetration or her brushing her own clit, doesn't really matter, but I felt that my job as a man had been accomplished, holding off long enough for her to have 4-5 of her own orgasms, but now I needed to get mine.

I laid back and pulled her up on top of me. I just really, really needed to cum. It felt as if I had almost been blueballing myself for this hour or two of fucking her like this and I just needed that release. She was enthusiastic about mounting me like this again and wasted no time in positioning my swollen head at her entrance and sliding all the way down over me. Her pussy wordlessly begged me to breed her as she whimpered and moaned each time we pushed against each others' body. My breath started to catch as I neared my own orgasm, giving her one last warning that I was about to flood her body with my cum, just before I erupted.

Once, twice, three times I throbbed thick ropes of my cum into her womb. Each time, I could feel my load racing all the way along the length of my shaft before splattering against her cervix, she was that tight around me. I flipped her over and pushed another couple smaller loads into her, making sure I completely drained my balls into her tiny, gorgeous little body. I knew that breeding her so deep and bare like this was going to give her even more worries about her home life, knowing that my sperm was still going to be deep inside of her body, right where it belongs, when hubby got home later that evening. I just needed to relish all of her body as much as possible in case she ended up with second thoughts about it all again.

We cuddled a bit more afterward, my cum still leaking from her pussy as she laid on top of me, playing with my hairy chest as we talked for a bit. We eventually got up and got dressed so she could head out, but what we didn't know is that hubby could track her car. He was still way outside of town and I live in a highrise surrounded by other highrises, so it's not like he could find me, but he'd been watching where her car went and had some very pointed questions for her when he got home. She was honest, admitted to fucking another man, and texted me that it was over between us. At the time, I kind of doubted her. She pulled something similar to this while coming to grips with her reaction after our first fuckathon, so I just waited a couple days and she ended up texting me again.

We're back in touch now, things don't seem too bad on her end. Hubby knows she doesn't want to leave him, and she's already back to sending me all the naked pics I like to see when we're apart. I don't know when his next trip will be, but we're already starting to make plans for our date as soon as he's gone again. She says she wants to learn how to service me orally, so maybe I'll make that our next story once we get that chance.