As the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I guess I need to take you back about a year. At that point Greg and I had been married for five years. I was twenty four and he was twenty seven when we married. It all stemmed from a blind date, one that neither of us really wanted to go on.I had just received my MBA and had started working for a large national company in marketing. I was (and am) an outgoing people person with a strong drive to succeed. Greg had just received his PhD in genetics and was teaching and researching at a large university. He was a fairly quiet, sort of nerdy but good looking guy who was already convinced he would find a cure for cancer.A friend, at the last minute, convinced me to go to a party that I was not really excited about. Greg had just tagged along with a friend. We literally bumped into each other and he almost spilled his drink on me. After an apology came mutual introductions. I felt like I had been struck by lightning. He told me later he had a similar reaction.There was no explaining it. My nipples got hard and I could feel my pussy heating up. As if led by an unseen hand, we both moved to a quiet area and just talked, about all kinds of things. All the while I kept thinking I really wanted to fuck this guy. The longer we talked, the stronger the attraction. He was very interested in me and my thoughts and opinions, as I was with him. He was not trying to come on with me, most guys did.I am somewhere between cute and beautiful. Blond hair, green eyes, 34D boobs and 5’5″ tall. I was used to guys chasing me and in college I let quite a few catch me. I loved sex and the more experienced I became the more I wanted and the more variety I desired. Once in the business world I had to suppress these feelings, at least around people I somehow interacted with, at the company or with clients.It turned out that as nerdy as Greg seemed, he also was no shrinking violet when it came to sex. In fact he was quite the freak, something I love.After talking for quite awhile he finally suggested that we leave and go to his place for some more “personal interaction.” I readily agreed. We went to our cars and I followed him.Once at his place things took a dramatic turn rather quickly. “I have been wanting to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you.” With that he stepped in close and gave me a very passionate, erotic kiss. I reciprocated his advance, feeling the bulge growing in his pants and knowing my panties were soaking from my desire.He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. “I think this is where we need to be.” He said as his hands brushed my hard nipples and began to unbutton my blouse. I just stood there, mesmerized. After each button he rubbed or tweaked both nipples, releasing a quiet moan from me. This was not me, not the outgoing, in control woman I knew I was.After the last button, he removed my blouse and unhooked my bra, releasing my boobs. He moved behind me, cupping and caressing them as he unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor. I still had only moaned and sighed from his touch. Then he stroked between my legs and I gasped from his touch, I almost came. In fact I had to work to hold it back. How was this happening to me?“I see you are more than ready. We better take care of that soon.”I blurted out, “Oh my god yes! I need you badly!”He returned to face me and gently pushed me down to me knees. “Release me and put your tongue to work.”I quickly did just that, finding to my pleasure that he had gone commando and that the bulge hid a wonderful example of manhood. I took him deeply in my mouth and began to greedily suck and lick his ample endowment. I hardly noticed his clothes falling away as I was so engrossed in ardently devouring his cock. I let my right hand go inside my panties to my clit where very little stimulation was necessary to bring on an orgasm. I did not want to remove his cock so all I could do was hold him tightly and utter, “Mmmmm, Ohhhh, Yeessss!”He pulled me up and then lifted me in a swift motion, carrying me to the bed and tossing me down on my back. He quickly followed, leaping between my legs and swiftly rubbing his cock up and down my pussy, coating it with my lube juice. No time was wasted plunging deep in me. Once there he held me tight, keeping his member tight against me.With his head next to mine he said, “Jill, I am going to do something I have never done before, especially on a first date, if that is what you want that is. I want you to know my feelings. I am have never been so attracted to a woman as I am to you. I cannot explain it but I feel this is very special for both of us. I am not afraid to totally open up to you. If this is not love then I do not know what it could be. Do not say anything right now, just enjoy our physical and mental togetherness and cum as often as you can.”With that he began to move slowly in me. Short slow strokes that inflamed me even more. This was all different from past encounters. My passions and cravings overwhelmed me. I began to climax in strong, enthralling contractions.“Oh Greg, god I am cumming and cumming! They are small but getting stronger each time. Fuck me, please fuck me harder and longer. I love you so much! No man has ever affected like you are affecting me. I cannot believe how wonderful you are. Ohhhh my pussy is yours, take me! Damn, damn, please cum in me, fill me with your seed, I need to feel your throbbing pulses of cum!”His strokes did get longer, harder and faster. Soon I felt his hot, sticky semen spurt in me. It caused almanbahis şikayet one last magnificent orgasm that shook my whole body and left me in a trembling euphoria.He slowly pulled out and flopped on his back next to me, both of us exhausted and sticky from sweat. The last of his cum and my juice dripping from his cock at the same time as his deposit began to drip out of me. Our hearts were pounding and we were out of breath.Neither of us spoke. I think we were both in some sort of shock about what happened and what was said between us. Finally he said, “That was the best ever and I meant everything I said to you.”I rolled over to him, my boobs pressing into him. “I feel exactly the same way.”With that, I completed my roll so I was on top of him. I dangled my nipples in his mouth and rubbed my pussy back and forth on his cock as it lay on his abdomen. His kissing and sucking got me wetter and soon my rubbing brought his cock back to life. He easily slipped into me and I started to slowly grind into him. He reached up and slapped one of my boobs. It took me by surprise and I almost yelled at him but then he slapped the other and caught a bit of my nipple. I said nothing. Was it pain or pleasure? The more I ground into him the more he slapped. Soon I was cumming again and he held my nipples as I did, applying more pressure as the orgasm peaked. I loved it! I dropped forward on him, smothering him with kisses.Neither one of us remembered when we finally went to sleep. Late the next morning we did enjoy our mutual shower to wash away the remnants of our sexual detritus. He made coffee and we sat at the table, nude, like we had known each other for a long time, perfectly comfortable with each other, enjoying our mutual company.I knew I had things I had to get done so with much reluctance, knowing I was giving up a small reprise of last night, I told him I had to leave. But not before we made plans for seeing each other again soon.I thought about that night a great deal. Sexually it was even better than being back in college and going through my slut days. I had wanted to get married someday. I wanted to have a life partner, someone to share the good, the bad and possibly children. Could he be that guy? We seemed so different at first but we got along so well, shared many of the same views, especially in the important areas like money, religion and sex. I knew from early in college that I needed sex to be an essential part of my life. But the guys who I would consider did not measure up in other ways that were just as important. I would not settle just to be married. But Greg was different. I had high hopes for us. Time would tell. Things did go as I hoped. We fucked like bunnies and got into more and more mutually fun, freaky sex. I developed a love for anal. He did me there almost as much as my pussy. Bondage and spanking played a role in our lovemaking. I really enjoyed being tied up as he used me however he choose and he became very inventive. He often did not stop until I was a quivering mass of soaking wet, extremely satisfied, female flesh. After only a few months had passed we both knew we were going to get married. There never was a really formal proposal, we just started talking about when and where we were going to do it. We did not want a big expensive deal so we agreed on my parents house for the ceremony and reception for just family and close friends. It was a fun affair and life went on as usual. We moved into my apartment since it had the best location for our jobs and sublet his. We also started house hunting, eventually finding a nice little place we could afford in a good commuting area and school district. Our jobs were both demanding and high stress but we always found time to have great sex at least five of the seven days of the week. He often left me as a quivering, dripping sated woman. Our careers were going good and our home life was wonderful.As time passed Greg slowly became more and more obsessed with his medical research into an obscure disease. He was working longer and longer hours. Working Saturday and sometimes even Sunday were almost getting common place. My work was demanding and I was on a track for further promotion but it did not require the time that Greg devoted to his job. I still loved him very much but I was beginning to feel less a partner and more of a convenience.The years went by and it just became worse. We hardly saw each other. Our sex life was almost nil. Once or twice a month he would get in the mood for a quickie and that was it. I made up for it by masturbation. I purchased many different toys. Between them, my fingers and movies I gave myself the orgasms I needed. But it was not nearly the same as human interaction; not nearly the same as what we had when we first got married. I did not want a divorce but I needed something more and he was obviously not going to give it to me.I took to going out with some of the girls from work, mostly on Friday nights. We usually went to a large local hotel where we had contacts that reduced the drink prices for us; the place was usually full of people. Some of us were married, some not. We just wanted the socialization and entertainment that came from people watching and occasional interaction. Guys often hit on us. We mostly discouraged them, except for the unpredictable times when one of the single girls got interested and disappeared, always to face close questioning on Monday.I am now up to the beginning of the year I told you I was going to bring you back to. It was one of our usual Friday nights and a guy, in town for a medical convention, singled me out for attention, even though we both were wearing wedding rings. Although I was with the girls he appeared on a side away from them and asked if he could buy me a drink and chat a bit. I had noticed him sitting alone earlier and thought it unusual for such a good looking guy to be alone.I said, “Sure but I am married and here almanbahis canlı casino with my friends.”“No problem, I am just looking for some company after sitting through the conference all day. I want to get back to work and am trapped here. I am Jon by the way.”“Jill here.”So we chatted about our lives, spouses, jobs. I was surprised that he was a pediatric cardiac surgeon. I had not paid any attention to the conference, the hotel was always having them. This one was, of course, medical. Surgery to be exact and he was not just attending but had given a lecture.He was telling me how good he was with his hands due his years of experience in small spaces with small hearts. He had them insured for over a million dollars. I sort of joked with him about his ability. He slid over closer to me and reached around me.As I mentioned, I consider myself good looking and am well endowed boob-wise. I always wear minimizer bras and conservative business attire to work to keep that part of me as low key as possible. When he reached around me I thought he was probably going for the peanuts. He brushed against my back and then I felt a small “snap” to my bra strap. Suddenly my bra was hanging loose inside my blouse and he did come back with peanuts.I know I had a surprised look but he did come back with the peanuts… I told him I needed to go to the ladies room.“Why don’t we go to my room instead? If you need to freshen up, my bathroom is clean.” Not consciously looking for this I was shocked at he offer. Several thoughts ran through my mind quickly: slapping him, drink tossing, walking away and probably a couple others. But he was good looking, not to mention very clever and interesting. Besides he had a certain sex appeal, lord knows I needed that. “Okay but just to finish our drinks and our chat. You leave first. What is your room number?”“605″“Be there in a few. I have to explain to my friends.”“Great!” he said and casually wandered off.I told my friends that I saw someone I knew, was going to see them and not to worry about me if they had to leave. They were engrossed in their own fun and oblivious to what had been going on. Several said, “See ya later!” then turned back to their conversation.I picked up my drink and headed upstairs, bra still hanging loose. I knocked on 605. He answered the door dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, pretty quick change.“Glad you came up. Sorry about the little trick down stairs, did not mean to annoy or tick you off. It was just not a thought through impulse. Shall I reconnect it?”I turned around, put my drink down and said, “Why don’t you just do that.”He came up behind me, fiddled with the strap and finally said, “I need to pull up your blouse. Disconnecting is much easier than connecting through material.” With that my blouse came out of my skirt and his hands again fiddled with the strap.“Can’t you do that now?” I said impatiently.He moved in very close saying, “I think I need to do this first.”He reached around and lifted my boobs while gently squeezing my nipples. I started to pull away and thought about screaming but it felt so damn good! My knees became weak and I leaned back into him. “Oh Jon, god that feels so damn good!”“Without seeing them I know your breasts are beautiful. They are so full and do not sag. They should be given much attention.”A doctor’s evaluation I thought with a laugh. “Just keep evaluating them, they need a thorough examination with emphasis on my nipples!”Always keeping one hand caressing a nipple, he unbuttoned my blouse which then easily went to the floor with my bra. Still behind me he unzipped my skirt and it dropped, leaving me only in my panties. I had long ago made regular waxing appointments and now kept them simply out of habit and an ingrained desire to be bare, not that anyone had seen my pubic area for months, let alone gotten close.With his right hand going back forth from nipple to nipple, he let his left drift down to my panties. He grazed my skin between my navel and the top of the panties. Shivers went up and down my back. Each time he went down, he went deep inside my panties. Finally he continued all the way to my drenched pussy and did not stop until his finger was deep in me.It had been months since they had been touched. “Jon just do what you are doing. It has been months. I am going to cum soon. Finger fuck me! Yes, faster! Hit my clit.”I slumped in his arms as my first non-self simulated orgasm in months ran through me like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuck yes! Hold your fingers tight against me.”With his left hand securely in me he put his right arm under my ass, lifted me up and carried me to the bed where he had to remove his fingers to lay me down. “Oh no, that felt so good in me!”“I have what will feel even better.”“You better have,” I said as I pulled my panties totally off. “Get that dick over here so I can suck you!”His tee shirt and shorts fell off and with nothing underneath he was rapidly on me, cock at my mouth. I greedily began to suck him. I had missed this so much! After a short time I laid my head on the edge of the bed. “Fuck my mouth and throat!”He was tender to begin with but when he realized I could take it all, he gave it to me. I loved every inch of him. “Jill, I can’t believe you can do this. You mouth feels like a pussy. I am going to cum unless you tell me to stop!”In garbled words I said, “Fuck my throat. Shoot your load. Give me all of it, I want every drop!”His cock got even harder, I tasted the clear fluid begin to ooze out of him. I knew what was right behind it. When I felt him begin to pulse and got the first taste of cum, I took him as deep as I could. Most of his load went straight down. It was not til I needed to breath that I had to pull him out and catch the ending dribbles.“And you have not done that in months?! What is wrong with your husband?”“Lets not go into that right now,” I said as I straightened myself on the bed. “Get up here next to me, you are not done almanbahis casino I hope.”“No worries there babe. Maybe I will eat your pussy while I recover. Would you mind if I did that?”“Funny man! Hold me and kiss me for a few minutes and then get down there. I have so missed this. Maybe you need a mistress?”He laughed and said he would not mind at all but the distance would be a problem. Not much later he had moved between my legs.“Baby smooth, I love it!”“Make it yours Jon, make it yours!”And he did. The man could eat pussy! I do not know if he was that good or that I had missed it so bad but he gave me three earth shattering orgasms before bring his fluid covered face up to mine. He held me tight as I licked and kissed him clean. As I was doing that and he was holding me I spread my legs as wide as possible and his cock found its way into my pussy on its own.He started to pump me and I reciprocated his movements. “Can I cum in you.” he whispered in my ear.“Yes, I am safe and I am dying to feel full of your hot seed. Cum whenever you are ready, don’t slow down. I will cum when I feel you begin to shoot in me.”He began to fuck me that much faster and harder. Battering my twat, balls slapping against me. He lifted my legs and put them under his shoulders. I was totally at his mercy. His grip grew tighter, I knew he was close.“Baby, I am going to cum!”“Fill me full! I want every drop you have.”His spurting started. I felt it deep in me, triggering my orgasm. We were both moaning, grunting, straining, panting as we came together. Breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies slowly came to a stop and he rolled off me.“Damn woman!”“Yes?” I tried to casually say.“You damn sure had some pent up passion.”“I told you it had been a long time.”He succeeded in getting me to talk about Greg and my situation. I thought I would feel tremendous guilt but, in fact, I was relieved. I had bottled up my sex drive for years and now the genie was out of the bottle. I realized how bad I needed what he gave me. It was not just the orgasms, although they were important, but it was the human touch. It was being wanted; feeling loved and needed; feeling as an essential equal partner. He helped me change my life that night. I would never be the same.We talked a bit more, then I showered, dressed and thanked him for everything that happened that night. I am not sure he ever would really understand what he had done. How many one night stands get thanked for their efforts, actions and thoughts?I went home, dropped all my clothes on the floor, said good night to a half asleep Greg and fell into a deep, very satisfied, sleep.The next morning I work up to a note that said he let me sleep since he had to go into work. I decided to go shopping.After checking out all the stores, I settled on two spaghetti strap, low cut, slinky cocktail dresses. Then off to Victoria’s to find the right strapless bras. The salesgirl had me try on several with the dresses to find the best ones to show off my boobs and cleavage. I left a happy girl. Last stop was to buy new shoes. I found a pair of woven, patent, four inch heel pumps, perfect for the look and to show off my legs.By the time I came home he had still not arrived so I just put everything in my closet, not trying to hide anything, and changed into shorts and a cut off tee shirt, no bra of course. I hardly ever wore one around the house and he hardly noticed.I called him and told him to that we were going out for dinner so get home before five pm; He did. I put on one of my new outfits, which he amazingly noticed, but that was about all. We had a nice dinner and when we arrived home, I initiated a sexual advance which he reciprocated but it was an almost perfunctory response. We had a fairly quick fuck and that was that. I felt like “what’s the use?”.The next week was work as usual for both of us but on Friday I bought one of my new outfits with me in a shopping bag and let it in the car. After work I told the girls I could not make it that night, previous engagement. They thought nothing of it and went for their night out.Little did they know I was going for my night out also, just to a different hotel. It is a big city with many conference hosting hotels. I picked one I knew to be a good possibility. When I arrived I asked the valet to hold my car for a few minutes so I could go in and I would be back in ten minutes. I took my bag and went to the ladies room where I changed outfits from conservative business to sexy woman. The valet almost did not recognize me when I returned.The lounge was crowded with mostly men from the convention. I found a seat at the bar, ordered a drink then turned to face the room, legs crossed, dress moving up nicely. Several guys came over to talk with me but none really did it for me. I had been making eye contact, off and on, with a guy across the room. He finally came over and introduced himself. His name was Mark. He was attending the convention to see if what was being presented would be good for his company and he had decided no. Now he was just looking for some fun before he went home.After some short, basic small talk he asked me how much I charged?“Excuse me!?” I retorted. “You think I am a hooker?”He stepped down a few notches from his very assertive approach to being apologetic and a bit more courteous and considerate. “I am really sorry! It is just that there are not many women here, especially single, and I just made a bad assumption based on the way you are dressed. You are very sexy and beautiful. I will leave you alone.”“We all make mistakes,” I said. I flashed my wedding ring, “I am married just like you and we may be looking for the same thing. Lets chat a bit more.”We talked about our lives and jobs, finding that we both were in a similar situation. He had a high pressure position in his company just like I did and he had a passionless wife. Like me, there was pent up frustration.“Look I am really sorry for what I said earlier. But we seem to be on the same wave length now. I have a penthouse suite, beautiful balcony and the sky is clear with a full moon. Why not come upstairs and enjoy the view.”I wanted to and I had the feeling that I might enjoy his pent up frustrations.