This is a true story. I changed the names of all and many details to disguise identities and locations in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been more than 40 years since this happened, so I hope you will cut me some slack.

As with most of my post, this is long. If you want to skip the background, the sex stuff starts after the '-----' line.

I got some sad news

Nora, a married woman with whom I had a two-year affair in the early 1980s, died early this year. She was a great person, and a fantastic affair partner. I was saddened to learn of her death, as I have fond memories of her. I hope she is resting in peace.

Background

As it has been a while since I last posted about Nora, some background information is in order. I met Nora when her family joined my hometown church when I was in junior high school. The first time I saw her, I was impressed. At 5' 9” (plus a few inches for her heels), she was easy to notice. She was in her early 30s, fair skinned with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Beyond her good looks, Nora had a warm personality, and a great smile. She was every thing a horny teenage guy could desire.

Her husband, Burt, was older by about 15 to 20 years. He was, maybe 5' 8”, and built like a fireplug. Unlike Nora, he was less than cheerful and liked to put people down. Though he presented himself as a Godly person, in reality, he was a total hypocrite and a serial cheater. I really disliked him.

As time went on, and I began to physically develop, Nora began paying attention to me, regularly asking if I was dating anyone. She hinted any young lady would be lucky to land me. In turn, I complimented her when we were alone; it was obvious she loved my attention. This flirtation led to a single, brief make out session during a church holiday party at her home when I was in college. We finally consummated our lust in February 1981 while Burt was away from their home. Over the next two years, Nora and I got together whenever we could.

Full disclosure

All through our affair, I had a girlfriend, Mira. (Not that it excuses my cheating, but Mira had also cheated on me.) Nora had met Mira and was very jealous of her, which I used to my advantage from time to time. She referred to Mira as “the Amazon” and frequently trash talked about Mira.

Mira, on the other hand, was very impressed by Nora and her business success. Quite often, after I had visited my parents and had gone to church with them, Mira would ask if I had seen Nora. I answered honestly, telling her if I had seen Nora. Mira had no clue I sometimes fucked Nora while on these homecomings.

[Had Mira found out about Nora, it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference, as Mira had a strong cuckquean streak and would likely have accepted it as me naturally wanting to be with a superior, better looking woman.]

Nora had changed, in several ways, by early 1982

Nora's look, style, and demeanor changed over the previous twelve months. At the beginning, she wore her mass of dark hair piled up on top of her head. The look was sort of old Hollywood with a dash of classic American pinup. For church events, she dressed simply and wore flats so as not to tower over Burt. Though, during the work week, her attire was definitely a bit more attention getting.

By the end of the year, she had cut her hair and was having it permed. I loved her new hairstyle, as it made her look up-to-date and modern. She started dressing like a 'power' woman: jackets, dresses and blouses with padded shoulders; skirts tailored to show her boobs and ass. She always showed cleavage. Nora believed that real women had big boobs, and they should be displayed for men to enjoy and less endowed women to envy.

Nora's attitude toward Burt had also changed. When we had phone sex, she belittled his height and often mentioned how she enjoyed fucking me behind his back. She usually said derogatory things about him as she fucked herself with one of the dildos I had given to her. I enjoyed that, and it has been a kink of mine ever since.

Finally, her tastes in sex had changed. She had become much more submissive with me. She enjoyed light to moderate spanking, hair pulling, and some bondage. I had taken her anal virginity on the Sunday after the previous Thanksgiving Day, while Burt was visiting his mother. She enjoyed anal sex immensely, as she thought it was dirty. She liked verbal degradation as we played.

With Burt and Mira away, Nora and I got to play

By chance, a year after Nora and I had our first sex, our partners were going to be away on trips for four overlapping days. That meant she and I could see each other without any chance of either of them catching us. So, in late February 1982, I drove to her home, arriving just after noon.

She met me at her door wearing a low cut blouse with a jacket, a string of pearls, and high heels. She smelled of flowers. We kissed with passion, while our hands roamed before walking to her bedroom holding hands. In the bedroom, we undressed each other while kissing and throwing our clothes on the floor.

I positioned Nora, on her back, with her head was overhanging the end. She knew what I wanted. I began by rubbing my hard cock on her face. She reached up for it, but I told her, “Not yet”. I grabbed her hands and placed them on her boobs. “Make those nipples hard”. She immediately started squeezing her tits. Nora had become a very good girl.

I moved closer and began rubbing my cock over her face. She let out an “Oh”, and opened her mouth. I asked, “Do you want this cock in your mouth? Do you want to suck it, Nora”? She did not answer, she just lifted her head, trying to get her mouth on it. I wanted her to say it. I pulled back, and asked again, “Do you want to suck it, Mrs. XXXXXX”? That got a moan from her. She liked being called “Mrs. XXXXXX” as we played.

“You know I do”. Not good enough. I asked, “What do you want”? “I want to suck it! Please”. Good enough, I positioned it in front of her mouth and slowly pushed it in, all the way in to start the face fucking. While fucking her pretty, married face, I reached down and began pulling and pinching her nipples. “Does that feel good, whore”? She just moaned. Within a few minutes, I was ready for the main event. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and told her to get on her hands and knees.

[Nora enjoyed doggy sex as it let me pound her long and hard while I abused her tits and pulled her hair. Those actions fit right in with her new submissive behavior and need to be dominated.]

I wasted no time; I started fucking her married cunt as hard and fast as I could while holding her hips. To fire her up, I started telling her how I had fucked Mira the morning she left on her trip. Nora responded by moaning and asking what I had done to her. I bent down and pinched one of Nora's nipples as hard as I could. She yelped and asked me if Mira liked me to hurt her while I fucked her. I told her, “Yeah, she needs that pain, just like you do, you dirty whore”.

Nora fell silent for a while as I continued to work on that nipple and continued my steady, hard fucking. She broke the silence with, “Do you think I'm a dirty whore”? This was her way of prompting me for more degrading talk. “Of course you're a dirty whore, Nora. Your husband leaves and a few hours later I'm fucking you. What would the members of the church think of you”? I stopped abusing that nipple and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and back. “You're a dirty, cheating whore, aren't you, Nora? You like being my whore, don't you”?

Again, no answer from her. I ordered her, “Answer me, Mrs. XXXXXX”! That got to her. “I'm your dirty whore, Lover, you know I am”! I went into overdrive, fucking her as hard as I could while holding her head back. Eventually, Nora started saying “Yes” over and over, gradually increasing in volume -- her orgasm was getting near. When she let go shouting “Oh”, I did as well. I stopped pumping, let go of her hair, grabbed her hips and pushed my cock into her cheating, married pussy as deep as I shot my jizz into her.

I stayed inside of her until my dick softened; I pulled out and moved up to lean back on the headboard. Nora, without prompting, moved to me and began sucking and licking my tool. I said nothing, she said nothing as she licked and sucked me clean. When she finished, she crawled next to me, and put an arm across my chest.

Eventually, we got up, and showered together. We decided to go out for something to eat. Nora put on some tight jeans (she rarely wore jeans), tucking them into tan knee-high, high-heeled boots. She added a tight, green V-neck sweater to show off that cleavage. She replaced the pearls with a jade necklace that Burt had given her the previous Christmas. (I liked that she was wearing something Burt had given her. In my mind, it was proof of her disdain for him.) After she touched up her makeup and hair, she asked me how she looked. I told her she looked like a well fucked woman.

Nora laughed and said, “That's how I usually look after I've been with you, Lover”.

Enough for now

That was the start of a four-day fornication romp. It was the wildest and most sexually satisfying time of our affair, as Nora and I explored our fantasies. Oh, yeah. We shared our sexual pasts with each other. More about all of this in future posts.