I met Sarah online. She was short and curvy in an excellent Boticelli way. Pale skin, curly hair, Jewish, mid-30’s, married and submissive. We carried on an affair for about 4 months. We’d meet at a trashy but not quite filthy motel and fuck our brains out for a few hours every week or so. She would have these crescendos of increasingly explosive orgasms through our sessions so that by the end they often degenerated into quasi wrestling matches as I struggled to hold her down and pound her long enough to get myself off only to drive her to another explosive orgasm that would cause her to thrash, kick and scream in an effort to throw me off before I’d cum. It was awesome, though sometimes frustrating. She ended the affair because she couldn’t live with the secrets she was keeping. I understood. We stayed friends and kept in touch by exchanging a few flirty emails every blue moon or so.