Elaine and I met at the appointed place about eight-thirty that Monday morning. We were married, but not to each other, as the song says, and while there had been a lot of groping and fondling till now, we had not actually had sex.
That was going to change today.
We met where we did because she did not know where the motel I wanted to go to was. It was far on the other side of the county, out of the area we could expect either of our spouses to happen to see our vehicles. She followed me there in her car.
I was nervous as hell, but I don’t think I showed it. She seemed cool as a cucumber, but she later admitted she was a nervous wreck. While this was my first affairs, it was certainly not hers, and that surprised me. Anyway…
I went into the movie office alone and rented a room. As luck would have it, the card key did not open the door, and I had to go back to the office. The guy from the desk gave me another one, andcame with me to make sure it worked. Elaine was standing there by the door when he and I got there, and seeing her, and two cars, I’m sure he knew what we were up to. (I’m tempted to turn this into an MFM porn scene here, but I want to put what actually happened. Later I might do a “What if” redux.) Satisfied this card key worked, he left without saying a word.
We went in, Elaine first and me right behind her. When I shut the door and she turned around, all nervousness disappeared.
I think Elaine is beautiful, and always have. She’s about 5’4″, slim, very chesty and with a firm, round ass. Mid-thirties at the time (this was a few years ago), but in good shape. Full lips, dark hair, eyes to die for.
I am a tit man first and formost and couldn’t wait to get that shirt off her. We started kissing and grouping and buttoning each other. In jeans and a bra she was sexy as hell. I was wanting her to tease me a little, like, take it off slowly by pulling down one strap, then the other, etc, but that was not to me. This was the one point where I think I saw a flash of nervousness–when she reaches behind to her back and just popped the bra off all at once and smiled and waited for my reaction–she knew I was very tit-obsessed.
For a woman of thirty-five, she had the tits of a twenty-year-old. Large, firm, and when the bra came off, they didn’t sag at all, and peppered all over with the freckles that graced her whole body. Very different nipples. My wife has very large nipples with very large and prominent areolae, and really every set of tits I had seen were more or less like that. Elaine’s were different. Her right nipple was small but Very pink, with just the fearest areola. He left nipple was even smaller and inverted. I’d never seen an inverted nipple before–hell, I’d never seen nipples that didn’t match before–and it was very different and sexy. I bent down and started sucking them.
Topless and jeans. I’m getting hard just recalling all this.
The rest of our clothes came off pretty quick from here. She laid back and spread her legs and I got my first good look at her pussy. A surprise here, too. I’d seen pussies in porn where the inner lips stuck out past the outer ones, but any pussies I had seen in real life were not like that. Elaine’s was, and it was sexy as hell.
Sorry, dear readers, but there was no oral sex here, not on this occasion. This was supposedly the last day of her period–though I saw no trace of that–and she would not let me. Out of fairness, I didn’t even try to get her to do me. (On reflection, fallas, to hell with fair. Stick it in her mouth.) I climbed right over her, and kissing her mouth and sucking her tits, I pushed my hard cock into her tight twat. And it was tight and hot. She was a mother, but had delivered by C-section, so it was in “likenew” condition. I wanted to just climb inside her.
She made these funny noises. I could not help comparing and contrasting her to my wife! The wife moans and groans, but while Elaine wanted to get loud, she held it back, like trying to fight a cought, and honestly it sounded kind of funny. I don’t know why she held it in; maybe she was used to kids in the house. I felt her get wetter when she came.
I flipped her around doggystyle, and she warned me that that position sometimes hurts when she is on her period, but that she would try. I carefully slid into her, then, and she said it was OK, it just hurt a little. I fucked her, and could see the tits of her tits heaving. Her asshole was actually cute. It looked more like a little bellybutton, though I never told her that. I didn’t see any blood on my cock, and I think her period was probably actually over, but she said we needed to change, it was hurting too much.
I got her on her back again, this time me on my knees and hooking my arms under her knees and lifting her ass up off the bed. She started panting. “That’s–no fair-hitting–my G-spot-like that–“
Yeah, right. God, she was so wet.
She got on top me. I love tits in my face. She teased me with them and I sucked them like a baby while “mommy” ground her pussy on me. She informed me that “Women sometimes forget, men have nipples, too” and started licking and sucking mine, and it was so nice. Then she decided to jump in the shower, I think because she was so convinced she was having her period. I was having a hell of a time, so I didn’t argue it, and jumped in the shower with her.
Washing her and being was by her was so sexy. That inverted nipple slowly came out as we were fucking, and by the time of the shower, it was nearly the size of the other one. We dried each other and went back to bed.
I love changing positions, that’s the fun of sex to me, to make it a game of Twister. I could tell she was not used to that, or used to sex going on for a while. She just kept cumming and cumming. I moved her to the edge of the bed when she was on top of me again, and she was like, “Where are you going…” She seemed dizzy, and I loved it. I knew I had her hooked, and I was going to just keep going with it.
I got her to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, with her sitting across my lap, facing me, legs wrapped around me, and me in her. I didn’t ask, but I got the impression she had never been in that position before. Again arms under her knees, I took control and worked her back and forth, and in little circles, and she came some more. I held her close, still sitting up and inside her, her nipples brushing my chest and her pupils dilated wide. Mine were, too, I bet. It was like we were trying to push ourselves into one person.
Then she decided it was time to get back in the damned shower again. She is going to have to get over that!
When we got out of the shower the second time, I pointed out to her I had not cum yet. I was wanting her to be impressed, it’s a guy thing, and to this point she had not said anything about it. “I know!” she now said, and took me by the hand, “c’mon, cum with me!” and got on her back.
I can last a long time when I need to, but a woman telling me to cum is like kryptonite to me. I was on top of her and she again said, “Cum with me.” And I did, and so did she. God, it was so good. Writing about it now makes me miss it all the more. She just pulled it out of me.
Then she changed in a weird way. Instead of seeming like a woman being fucked and fucked royally, she was smiling–no, grinning–and downright gleeful, as though she had just won the game, or accomplished a great task. “Well, you finally did it," she said in the oddest way, as though she were both indicting me and congratulating me. “You committed adultery.”
Very stange. Was she on a mission?
I rolled over and of course, she jumped up and headed to the bathroom, but I don’t remember if she jumped back in the shower. When she came back we cuddled and talked. I said how much I liked the idea of my cum inside at that very moment, and she took that odd tone again. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you.” She explained that she had gone to the bathroom and squeezed it all out. In later episodes I found that this is something she always does. (Girls: don’t do that. Trust me on that.)
Well, we noticed the time and saw we’d been there for nearly four hours, and having parts to play in our “real” lives, knew it was time to think about leaving. When she went to get up, I laid her back down and fucked her, good old missionary, one more time. AfterI came we showed. Seperately, for some reason. I guess because if we got in the shower together again we’d probably end up back in bed again.
When I got out of the bathroom dressed, where was half dressed. Actually, she was in jeans and topless, and with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She looked very sexy. I don’t smoke, and truly I think it’s a nasty habit, but she looked so sexy. Actually, this married woman who just fucked a married man in a movie, topless and smoking, looked downright slutty. But she was my slut.
We went to our cars. As we pulled away, we pulled along each other to say goodbye. “I love you,” I said like a fool. “I love you,” Elaine replied, matter-of-factly, and I could tell by the look in her eyes she means every word, every letter of that.
At that moment, though, I could have gone off and never had another thing to do with her. I got what I wanted, and I could have just ignored her from here out, not answering her IMs or emails, not seeing her, nothing. And I knew if I did that, she would be very pissed off and knew she had been used, just chalk me up as another pig, and go on.
I wish that is exactly what I had done.
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