The Woman was tall, muscular, willowy, and beautiful. From the first time we talked there was something between us. She looked at me intently and asked me questions, and I asked her questions back. (We always seem more interested in asking each other questions than answering them ourselves.) Husband and Wife were in the room, too, and oblivious to any sparks.
We live in two nearby cities, and met through old friends. I travel for business, and on a whim one day asked her to meet me for coffee when I was between meetings in her town. She picked me up and we walked in the park. I hadn't really thought about sex with her before that day, but suddenly I felt there was a magnetic field that was between and around us. The pull was stronger than I had ever felt with another comparatively strange woman before. To my astonishment, when I put my arm around her, she didn’t object. I then held her hand in the car, and stole a kiss from her lips when we parted. I was in a haze of desire. The next time I fucked Wife I was frenzied and furious. Wife loved it.
My next meeting took me overseas. Lonely and horny, I emailed Woman saying I had a crush on her. She didn't respond, and I hated myself. A few days later I sent another email apologizing. She wrote back right away and said she had a crush on me too.
I began a time of deep longing for Woman, writing her love notes that got more and more explicit. She was shocked but aroused, and we had some email sex. Then there was some phone sex. One time I called her at work and asked her if she masturbated down the hall in the bathroom. Her breath caught, and she said yes. In rather horrified tones said she had never admitted that to anyone before.
My intuition was that this was a very sensual woman who had never truly explored her boundaries with a lover. She had been with Husband (a truly fine man) since college; she was about 30 now and it was time for her to be coaxed into a new level of self-awareness. I campaigned, telling her I would lick her clit until she had multiple orgasms and fuck her in the ass. One time we were on the phone and Husband came home. I said, "Go service him now," before hanging up. She told me later it was the best sex they had had for some time.
Wife and I continued our highly sexual relationship. When we did something really successful in bed, I emailed Woman telling her about it, which Woman loved. However, after a near-disaster of internet discovery with Husband, Woman declared it was too risky to continue. I agreed and gnashed my teeth.
I tried to see her on her next business trip, but it didn't work out. The time after that, though, she met me and came up to my hotel room for a drink. It was very awkward. I had had no previous serious intention of trying for sex, but as the time passed, I realized I was going to kiss her. That first kiss was strange, and not that erotic. Men are nothing if not persistent, though, so even though she was protesting a little bit, I began to feel her small but perfect breasts (their nipples came to immediate attention) and eventually her cunt. She was shaved. With her jeans still on, I played very slowly with her clit, preparatory to taking off her pants and going down on her. I was amazed when she came HARD in less than two minutes from the gentlest stroking. "I've been thinking about you all day," she mumbled afterwards. "I don't usually come so fast." She was out of time but wanted to see my cock, so I masturbated for her quickly before we kissed a final time and she disappeared into the night.
Woman was a teacher, and came to my city in the summer months to be with her ailing dad. Summer before last she refused to see me one on one. I promised her the moon, and she just wouldn't do it. At last we met in public for an hour the morning before she left to back to start the school year. She told me she had two lovers that summer, a boy and a girl. I was so aroused my cock was like a lead pipe. We sat on a stoop and kissed, still with distance between us. I said that if I ever did get to fuck her my passion for her would make it unforgettable, and that my pure heat would make her flings with boy toy and girl toy seem inconsequential. The last kiss was tormented and meaningless, and I went home. Wife was on the couch. I took out my cock and forced it into her mouth. This time I was the one who came in under two minutes. Wife cooed afterwards, "You can be rough with me like that anytime, honey!"
Last Christmas I saw Woman again, in yet another city. I needed a ride to the airport and she consented. I told her that I was done pursuing her and asked her to go into the long-term parking for a final snuggle. She said, "No kissing. I'm meeting Husband after this." I felt her body. It was incredible. I put my hand on her crotch. She said, "No." I ignored her, and slipped my hand into her jeans without even unbuttoning her first. The minute I touched her pussy, it was wet and she began having little electric shocks all over her body. I didn't want her to come quite as fast this time, and interspersed stroking her clit with dipping into her pussy. She was helpless, eyes closed, moaning. We didn't kiss. She came like a freight train. "Oh God," she said afterwards. "Just ripping one off like that feels so good." Still, she didn't look happy when we said goodbye.
That seemed to be it. We stopped communicating as much. It was time for me to forget her, and I mostly did. Wife was wonderful as always.
Woman came back into my city last week. Wife was out of town. I offered to take Woman on a platonic date, almost as an apology for so much sexual aggression from me for so long. Woman accepted. That morning of our date I was hung over, and gloomily masturbated twice. I wasn't even really looking forward to seeing Woman, since I was pretty clear in my mind that I was done with her, and didn't want to get on a pointless emotional treadmill again. I was weirdly nervous.
Woman and I had an incredible date. We walked around, and I felt about her the way I had two years ago on our first intimate walk. Dinner featured intense discussion about our lives, and we saw a good bar band afterwards. She was resplendent in a beautiful black dress, and when she walked ahead of me, I told her how her ass and legs looked stunning, which was true. We held hands a little bit, but I still wasn't sure where the night was going. I would have been content just talking to her for several more hours, but maybe…it had begun to rain a little bit. I turned to her and actually said the classic line, "Your place or mine?"
"Your place is less crowded."
We got in a van cab. We had two little seats apart from each other. I put my hand on her leg. She didn't object. Soon I had my hand on her cunt (nice pretty black lace panties) and she had her bare foot in my crotch, massaging my hard-on. We didn't speak as I thoroughly explored her pussy. I don't think anyone saw us, but the truckers certainly could have if they had looked down from their higher perch. Her face was so beautiful, and smiling! She bit her tongue and nodded a little bit whenever I looked at her. Mostly I just stared into traffic and concentrated on not making her come. Already I was learning her body, learning to make her wait. There has never been anything as wet as Woman's pussy in that van cab.
When we got to my place we agreed to fuck. We finally kissed properly first. There was no distance, just nice, passionate kissing. I took off her clothes. After fantasizing about seeing her naked for two years, actually seeing her was like looking into the sun. Wife doesn't shave her pussy. I love it. Woman shaves. I loved it even more.
I was so slow and careful while licking her pussy. Every touch seemed to have Woman on the verge of orgasm. I haven't been with so many women (just a dozen or so) but they have all complimented my cunt-licking, and I always reply that I just love it so much, that I am just worshipping, that I almost don't need to fuck if the pussy is responding to my tongue, all of which is true. Woman had the most responsive pussy I have known.
Eventually she demanded my cock. However, my cock is shy the first time with a new lover. It only got semi-hard at first. I explained my shyness, and Woman didn't mind. I licked her some more, and she went back to almost coming for several minutes. I got a little harder. I asked her to unwrap a condom, sat up, and put it on. It still wasn't quite hard enough. I guided her hands to my penis. "Please," I said. "Be gentle." Her hands were light and delicious on my shaft, we kissed, and finally something gave way in my mind and blood rushed to my cock. I groaned, pushed her down, and entered her.
I felt divine power, like there was a chorus of angels singing: My rock-hard cock was in the totally wet and willing pussy of my greatest desire! I barely moved, just soaking it in, pushing my abdomen against her clit a little bit. She was gasping and shuddering and saying how good it was. From time to time I would lift up my body so I could drink in the sight of my cock buried Woman's cunt. She would look too, and then we would kiss excitedly. I raked her nipples with my teeth, and she would twist and turn in delight.
After fucking for about half an hour, I felt like it was time to change positions. I can make Wife come from just my cock regularly, but that is bareback and also we really know each other's bodies. It was time to take pity on Woman and let her come. I turned her over and gave shallow, fast thrusts to her pussy while reaching around and touching her clit. She came very quickly, and bucked up while it was happening so that my cock fell out, causing me to come in my hand, not her cunt. We fell back gasping.
After a little while, I humbly said, "That's the best 'first-time fucking' I have ever done."
"Oh, for me too. By far! You know I actually masturbated several times this morning, hoping to prevent this."
"Really? So did I."
We kept up the pillow talk. Not ten minutes after coming, I said to her, "Do you want some more head now?" She nodded. What a delightfully hungry pussy! I was a little rougher this time.
We were worn out, and slept not in the marriage bed, but on the floor in the den. I said, "The first rule of adultery is to never go in the bedroom." We promised to fuck again in the morning. Neither Husband or Wife is horny in the A.M.. but both of us always are.
Unfortunately, Woman woke me up at four in the morning, wanting to leave. She had gone to the bathroom, seen a text on her cell phone from Husband, and had suddenly felt terrible about both Husband and Wife. Her body was having a powerful negative reaction and she seemed about to burst into tears. I watched her go in confusion.
Wife came home that afternoon. I took her to bed right away and licked her pussy. My previous night made me taste Wife's cunt anew. I was slower and more tender with Wife than I had been for awhile, and made her hang out on the precipice for a long time. Finally I mounted her and fucked her hotly. I admit I felt very studly having two different women fuck me within 12 hours. Wife and I achieved simultaneous orgasm and told each other how much we loved each other.
In the afterglow, Wife went to sleep and I wondered if I could have Woman again. The web of deceit would increase dramatically if I did. But maybe the basic fact of the affair's illicitness is what made it so hot. I wondered if women and men were just supposed to fuck who they felt like, if fidelity was just a stupid restriction imposed by society. I remembered the true delight of Woman's body underneath me and realized that regardless of rights, wrongs, or consequences, I would take Woman again if I could. I listened to Wife breathe softly next to me. The story is not over yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3kk3td/not_over_yet_affair_mf_long