We, Carol and I continued to see one another between her coming here and me flying there. We were having fun. I spent our time together looking at it as not only sexual gratification but a learning experience.
On the times that her husband went away for business I would slip in and take his place. Acting the husband, playing the part. I could feel Carol’s love growing.
Our sex was primal she fulfilled my every desire. I only wish I had been more aware and receptive to hers. On one such occasion I was watching television. Carol entered the room in a camisol she walked about the room flashing me from time to time.
I was oblivious.
It wasn’t until later when I found her weeping. That she told me her fantasy that I did not fulfill. She told me that she had it in her head that I would see her dressed as she was. I would become aroused and take her right there.
I had failed, we spent the night I held her and she cried. I felt her body trembling. I felt small. Upon my return home I needed to make a choice, continue this affair or allow us both to seek the love I was so afraid of.
One day I was relaxing at home when Carol arrived without notice. I was surprised and happy to see her. As always I was horny then my boner was dashed as I saw she had brought her son with her.
We spent the day together I could sense Carol was trial running family time. I went to school as I was in college at the time and promised to meet for dinner.
After we ate we retired to her hotel suite. Her son was spent and went fast to sleep. Carol and I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed.
She asked me bluntly if we had a future. I was honest and told her no. Her tears returned, I held her and told her how sorry I was. Carol turned to me and asked if we could still have sex.
I then took her as I always should have. Slowly I peeled off her clothes and laid her back on the bed. Next I stood in front of her naked and climbed on the bed. I straddled her chest and slid my cock between her breasts.
She held them together as I thrust between slipping the head in her mouth. I played with her pussy. The wet sounds and scent of our sex filled the room. I kissed her deeply and sucked her tits biting down bringing a deep moan from her.
I licked my way down and buried my face in her pussy. Her taste was divine. Carol rolled me over and sat on my face and started bucking hard. I was afraid her cries would wake her son.
I felt wetness falling on me. Her tears had returned she was crying and cumming at the same time. She slid down and slipped my cock inside her.
Carol rode me like a jockey. I thought my back would break. Ecstasy and sorrow were our companions that night. Carol and I visited one another many times that night.
Every time brought tears. I tried to leave, to spare her the pain. She refused, Carol knew this was our last night. She wanted to have me all of me. For as long as I was hers.
The next day I left before her son awakened.
I have never seen her again, never smelled her scent, or savored her taste. Carol remains burned into my brain. Her lessons in love serve me to this day. My wife enjoys my teachings, that I was taught to make love to a woman not just FUCK.
It is a lesson well learned.
This one may not be as exciting. It being the story of me breaking the heart of a woman who loved me. I am still sorry for what I did to her.
This story is true.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/974t7h/young_still_dumb_still_full_of_cum_mf_nsfw_the