Chapter One: The Beginning.
My first affair started innocently enough. At the time I had been married to my husband Erick for over twenty-four years and had been faithful. Of course, I had received plenty of offers from horny males over the years and, regularly traveling out of town for my work, I’d been tempted, but had always laughed them off.
I’d been very happy in my marriage to Erick, who was a wonderful man, lover, protector, and provider. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.
Several times, Erick suggested that I quit my job because we didn’t need the extra income and he missed my company when I was traveling. I tried staying at home and not working for three months and eventually went “bat shit crazy”. I soon realized that I’m a woman who needs the stimulation of work. Consequently, I went back to my boss and begged for a return to my old job. He was happy to have me back and gave me a great promotion earning almost twice my former salary. The downside was that I had to travel all week, every week.
Early each Monday morning, I would get up and fly to Cleveland, Ohio. I would work there till about noon on Wednesday, then fly to Charleston, South Carolina. My job required me to work there till Friday night before flying home to New Orleans, Louisiana. Although I missed being home and being held by my husband every night, I loved the extra income and the things that it could buy, like the new Escalade that I paid for with cash.
My husband also benefited from the extra income. I bought him a Ford F150 King Ranch for Christmas last year, and this year for his birthday, I planned to get him a new Harley Heritage Softtail.
We paid off the house almost fifteen years early and were now thinking about buying another home, a little smaller, as both our kids had started college and we didn’t need so much room anymore.
Lora, our oldest, has nearly finished the work for her bachelor’s degree in Forensic Science. Our son, Roy, is just a sophomore who hasn’t picked a major yet, but I know he is considering chemical engineering.
In the past, I have taken credit for my kids’ intelligence, saying ‘they got it from their mother’, but, after everything that has occurred, I now give all the credit to my husband Erick.
Erick and I get along extremely well. We rarely fight and, when we do, we do not raise our voices to each other. We do not bring the past up or try to beat each other up with words or insults. We simply lay our arguments on the table, so to speak, then Erick concedes that I am in the right and yields to my will. Just joking. Well, most arguments are decided in my favor, but Erick has won some too.
In appearance, I am far from being a fashion model. At 5’4″ tall and about 180 lbs., a few extra pounds that remain from my two pregnancies, much of the extra weight is in my ass and boobs, which are big but, unfortunately, have begun to sag. I breastfed each of our kids until they were a year old. I told Erick that he had to stop breastfeeding when the kids stopped.
I think Erick cried when Roy quit breastfeeding.
We have a great family, and I couldn’t ask for better.
As a result of my traveling for work, Erick’s and my sex life had gradually gone downhill. Erick is a great lover and I hated to be without him at night, due to me being a thousand miles away, in a hotel room, five nights a week.
Many times, I considered just quitting my job so that I could stay in bed with my husband each night. I didn’t need to work from a financial viewpoint because Erick makes great money, twice my income, which is also substantial. However, Erick always encouraged me, saying we were a team. I love that about him.
Since my travel routine was well-established, I had always stayed at the same hotel in each city for over three years and, of course, knew how to take advantage of the amenities. I was a frequent visitor to the hotel lounges and would always have a drink or two each night before bed, to help me sleep without Erick at my side.
Chapter Two: My First Affair;
One evening I was sitting in the lounge of my Cleveland hotel when I noticed a hunk of a man. He was around 6’2″ tall and, I guess, a good 240 lbs. Judging by his perfectly toned arms, it was obvious that he worked out regularly. His face was handsome, his smile was awesome, and his blue eyes seemed to penetrate deep into my soul, as I stared, unable to avert my gaze.
Aware that I was staring at him, this Adonis approached me and introduced himself.
“I’m Keven,” he said.
I really didn’t hear him all that well and, still being mesmerized by his eyes, I had temporarily even lost my ability to speak.
Finally, my mouth tried to say, “I’m Kate. It is nice to meet you.” What my ears heard was more like, “Oh, I, I, Kate, tweet, You.” I had never been so embarrassed in my life.
As I tried to hide my face in my arms, he stopped me by putting his hand under my chin and gazing into my eyes. In a deep and penetrating voice, he said, “Don’t hide such a beautiful face from us. We men travel thousands of miles to see such beauty.”
Oh shit, I thought, this man is trouble. He is a sweet-talking son-of-a-bitch and I just gushed a lake into my panties. I didn’t know if it was his sweet words, or that sexy-as-hell deep voice that caused my reaction.
“I am so embarrassed though!” I argued.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about my beauty,” he said, as he stroked my hair ever so softly. It was a very intimate gesture. I knew I would have to change my panties when I got to the room, and maybe my skirt too, that is if he kept this up. “Let a poor old man buy a pretty lady a drink, please, would you?” He continued to say and ask just the right things.
I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak yet.
“Perfect,” he said, raising his hand to get the attention of our cocktail waitress. I was surprised when she came right over. ‘Typical,’ I thought. Most of the time I had to fetch my drinks.
“Sandi, would you get us both another round please,” he continued with that deep voice. My panties were saturated, and I suspected that my skirt had a wet spot on it too.
My conversations with Erick were mostly about home life and our future, and colleagues talked to me about work. However, Keven just wanted to talk about me. Wow, how flattering, I loved to be the center of attention. He wanted to know what I liked to eat, my favorite color, and my favorite time of the year. OK, maybe not very deep questions, but he was very good-looking, so I was happy to go along with his attempted seduction. Oh, and he did ask about my children too.
After about an hour, he reached over and put his hand on mine. His boldness surprised me, but I liked the contact and didn’t pull away, even when he held my hand by encircling it with his fingers.
While we were chatting, one of the other lounge patrons started the jukebox playing some toe-tapping music. Suddenly, without asking, Keven again surprised me by standing and pulling me to my feet. He led me to the small dance floor and began to dance. I mentally gave him an A plus for style.
I probably should have thought about the wet spot on my skirt, but all I could think about was how this hot man was seducing me. Of course, I knew what he was doing, but I was enjoying it far too much to stop it.
Until this time in my life, I had only had sex with two men. The first time was on prom night when I lost my virginity to Branden, my boyfriend at the time. That was the only time that we had sex. The second time was with Erick when he took me, for the first time, on our wedding night. Erick knew I wasn’t a virgin, but wasn’t bothered by that fact. Erick so enjoyed hearing about how I lost my virginity that we have role-played the story, in which he insists that I call him ‘Branden’, many times over the years.
As this man I had just met danced me around the small floor, I could only think of how wonderful it was to be held by such a strong man. He spun me around, lowered his face to mine, and kissed my lips. At first, I was shocked, but then I parted my lips and returned the kiss.
Traveling for work made for lonely nights, and I missed having my man in bed with me. I decided that, if I could have this man with me tonight, I would take him.
With that decision made, my pussy began lubricating so much that moisture started to run down my legs. I could even smell my arousal, and I was certain he could too when his face lit up. He kissed me again, then whispered in my ear, “Let’s go to my room.”
I should have said ‘no,’ but, with the excitement that I was feeling, and the accompanying wetness running down my legs, I just followed him obediently.
I held his arm as he walked us to his room and, after he unlocked the door, I walked in without any hesitation. I was about to willingly give myself to an almost stranger.
The experience of having this good-looking man wanting me was amazing and, being honest, the fact that I was about to cheat on my husband and get away with it, was so wrong that I could not have been more aroused. I had passed the point of no return and I know now that I couldn’t have stopped, even if my brain wanted to, because lust had taken over.
I removed my blouse even before the door completely shut. He turned, after securing the door, to see me unsnap my bra. I let it fall from my arms exposing my big saggy breasts to a man other than my husband. And for the first time. The bra fell to the floor and I watched his eyes as he saw my breasts. I half expected him to be disappointed but, instead, he came to me, staring into my eyes while he kissed me and cupped my breasts at the same time. He spoke into my mouth. “What a gift you are. Your breasts are beautiful. I am going to enjoy them.”
Keven resumed kissing my mouth, then kissed down my neck and continued to my boobs. He explored them with his hands and kissed them all over.
It was Erick’s habit to take his time with my tits, too, and I thought he did that for my benefit more than his, but I could tell that Keven was enjoying them for himself. I wondered now if Erick also enjoyed them.
Keven began to suck hard on my nipples, causing sensations to go straight to my pussy and making me want to touch myself.
I moved to the bed and he followed, without letting go of my breasts. I sat down and laid back on the bed, relaxing and enjoying his ministrations. I opened my legs and reached for my pussy hoping to get a quick orgasm, but he pushed my hand away and said, “That’s my job,” before making his way down to my pussy with his mouth.
Erick often ate my pussy, and I loved it every time. I always came with his tongue, so I was happy with Keven’s actions. My climax was almost instant, perhaps accelerated by the knowledge that I shouldn’t be cheating on Erick, and that I was about to fuck a man that I had only just met. It was so dirty and hot. My first orgasm consumed my whole body. I came grabbing his head and forcing him into my crotch. I could not believe that Keven kept licking me as I did it. My legs were spread wide for a man who was not my husband and I was coming like an overloaded freight train with no brakes.
After what seemed like five straight minutes of pure orgasm, I pushed him away, needing a moment to calm myself. I looked at him. It was his turn. He had just given me a great experience and now I needed to repay the favor. “Which hole would you like to fuck first?” I had never in my life asked that question. I rarely sucked cock, and I had only tried anal one or two times and didn’t like it.
He didn’t answer me but, instead, adjusted me into a missionary position. I opened my legs wide offering myself to him. Then he raised my knees and began to get between my thighs, which is when I saw his cock for the first time. I was disappointed that it wasn’t as long as Erick’s amazing cock but, although Keven’s was much shorter, at least it was much thicker. I reached out to wrap my fingers around it and couldn’t close them. I knew that this cock would stretch my pussy nicely.
As he put his cock head to my netherlips, I felt I was more excited than when I lost my virginity. He pressed into me, and I felt myself being filled, as he slowly impaled me with his cock. I was glad he went in slowly, as his cock stretched my cunt walls out quite a bit before I finally felt it stop well short of my cervix.
Erick was always a gentle lover. He would make me feel really good by slowly and gently stroking in and out of my cunt until I came.
This man surprised me by fucking with a force that I had never felt before. He continuously pounded into my cunt, like a jackhammer, with hard and powerful thrusts.
I didn’t know what to do as he just kept hitting me hard with his pelvis. It was painful and I was about to ask him to stop, when, from out of nowhere, an orgasm exploded throughout my body. It was so powerful that I squirted, shook, and went into convulsions. I called out incoherently, not even knowing what I wanted to say. He ejaculated as I spasmed underneath him and, feeling his cock spurting rope after rope of his hot seed inside me, which caused me to have another less powerful, but still enjoyable orgasm. That was followed by a smaller orgasm, like an aftershock, which was also good.
Keven was exhausted and laid on top of me heavily. It felt good having a man’s weight on me at that time. Erick would always try not to crush me, thinking that it would make me uncomfortable, but I never told him that I would have enjoyed taking his weight. With Keven, I felt hot having such a big man lying on top of me, with his softening cock still inside my vagina.
Finally, he rolled off me and pulled my naked body to him. I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.
Chapter Three: The next day.
I woke before Keven and, being a morning person, rose immediately. I grabbed my clothes and slipped on my top and skirt, without underwear. I grabbed the rest of my belongings, shot out the door, and went to my room.
Once in my room, I headed straight for the shower. With plenty of time, before I had to leave for work, I took a long shower before drying and dressing. It wasn’t until then, that I noticed the message light was blinking on the room phone. I quickly picked up the handpiece and dialed 0.
There was a message from Erick. Damn, with everything that happened the night before, I had forgotten to call him. I picked up my cell phone, but its battery was dead, so I plugged it into the charger. Then I picked up the room phone and dialed the desk. I told them I needed to make a long-distance call and bill it to my room.
They accepted the charge and I called Erick.
“Kate? Kate is that you?” Erick asked, almost in a panic.
“Yes, baby. Yes, I am so sorry. I forgot to call you after work. I had a day from hell, and I needed a drink or two. Then time got away from me and I went to my room and fell right to sleep,” I lied. “I am so sorry.”
“Oh Kate, I just figured that you had found a boyfriend in Cleveland,” Erick joked.
“I, I, Oh, No, I didn’t, No,” I stuttered.
Erick laughed, then said, “I am kidding baby. I know you would never do that.” Then he continued, “I trust you implicitly. I’m just joking with you.”
I tried to play it off, but it shook me. “Yeah, Erick, how did you know that I had my lover over last night?”
Erick laughed hard. “You and a lover. Give me a break. That would never happen,” he said, continuing to laugh.
Actually, that pissed me off. “What, don’t you think I’m pretty enough to attract another man?” I demanded.
“Oh, baby. I have seen any number of men looking at you. I’ve watched other men staring at you, checking you out. I know you could easily find someone, but I know that you respect our marriage too much to cheat on me. Ever.”
‘Damn. He is certainly throwing the guilt trips at me, isn’t he?’ I thought. “I’m glad you know me that well,” was all I could come up with.
We chatted a little longer, and I knew that he was just concerned about my welfare. I loved that about him. Firstly, he trusted me and, secondly, he didn’t think I would ever stray. Oh well.
I continued to charge my phone at work. It was difficult to concentrate on my job, as I kept thinking back to the amazing sex that I had the night before. I had cheated on my husband with a man that I’d just met. I’d gotten away with it, and I felt attractive and as sexy as hell.
After work, I returned to the hotel. It was Tuesday night and at the restaurant, I ordered meatloaf for dinner and, while I was waiting for my dinner to arrive, I was joined by my new lover.
“Hello beautiful Kate,” he said, with just the right amount of whimsy. “May I join you, or do you need to be by yourself?” he asked, ever so politely.
I pointed to an empty seat and he sat with a smile that made my pussy twitch. ‘Damn, what a hunk’, I thought. “Nice to see you again,” I said.
He smiled and called the waitress over. “Hey, Susie,” calling her by name.
She came over and said, “Keven, how are you today? Will you be joining Mrs. Benson?”
“Yes, I will. I’ll have whatever she’s having, and bring us two drinks, please. And please put this on my tab.”
I didn’t say anything till she left, but then I said, “I have an expense account and all my meals are free, so there’s no reason to buy me dinner. Thank you for the thought.”
“Darn,” he replied. “I have an expense account too. I’m using a corporate card and I was trying to impress a really pretty girl with someone else’s money.” I laughed at that. He certainly was a charmer.
After a very nice dinner, he invited me to join him in the lounge. I accepted but told Keven that I had to call my husband first.
He smiled brightly and told me he would be in the lounge waiting for his dance partner.
I went to the lobby and phoned Erick. We chatted for about fifteen minutes before I hung up. My brain and my pussy then had a mini-debate as to whether I should join Keven, knowing where it would lead us, or whether I should blow him off. My pussy won the debate.
As we did the previous night, we had a couple of drinks and we danced a little but, this time, we went to my room for sex. Once again, it was very good and, afterward, I fell asleep in his arms.
Honestly, although the sex was good, the best part for me was falling asleep while being held. I truly wished that it was Erick I’d had sex, and gone to sleep with. That was what I missed the most while being away from home.
For the second time, I woke in Keven’s arms. Once again, I got up early, took a shower, then got dressed. Keven started to stir as I finished dressing.
“Good morning, beautiful Kate.”
I blushed a little and said, “Good morning to you, Keven. Sleep well?”
“Yes, I slept very well next to a pretty woman. Thank you.”
I smiled and said, “I don’t know if you know this or not, but I have to go to South Carolina today after work. So, I guess last night will be the end for us unless you’ll be here next week?”
I couldn’t believe I had just opened myself up like that.
He smiled. “I know. You’re only here two days a week, on Monday and Tuesday. That’s OK. I can wait a week. I’ve been watching you for the last three months. Just having you the last two days is worth it. But hearing that I can see you again next Monday is music to my ears.”
I smiled at him and started to say something, but the phone rang. I answered it without thinking, “Hello.” Pause. “Oh, hi Erick. Good morning to you too,” I said looking at Keven, with a pleading expression to keep silent. “Yes, you know I always love hearing your voice in the mornings, afternoons and evenings.” “Yes, I miss you too, but you know I have to get ready for work right now.” “I love you too Erick. With all my heart. Bye-bye.” I hung up.
I looked at Keven. “Thank you for not screwing that up.”
“I would never do that to you, Kate. What we have can never match what you two have. I don’t want to ever screw up what we have, so I need you to keep everything you have.” He adopted a humorous expression. “Did that make sense?” he asked in a confused voice.
I laughed and nodded because it did make sense to me.
I packed my traveling case, ready to leave after work, and then kissed Keven goodbye. He told me that he would see me next week and, I have to say, I was looking forward to it.
After a good day’s work, I made my flight on time and was soon in the air. I reflected on the last two days with my first-ever extra-marital lover.
I knew that I would have to be careful if I was to keep seeing Keven and also keep my secret from Erick. I was relieved that Keven knew I was married, knew that I loved Erick and that Erick would always come first. Finally, I figured, ‘What would it hurt?’ As long as I remembered to call Erick, and ‘take care’ of my husband every day, it would be ok, wouldn’t it?
When my plane landed in Charleston, it felt just like any other day and I thought that, except for me taking on a lover in Cleveland, life would proceed as normal. Little did I know that this would be a very special week.
I went straight to work from the airport, as usual, and worked for almost four hours before catching a cab to the hotel with my suitcases. I had a regular booking there, so all I had to do was sign in and grab the key that was waiting.
With the amazing sex I’d had two days in a row, I smiled much more than usual all day. Although Erick is a very good lover and is well-endowed, our sex life has diminished over our many years together. Nowadays, we only made love about twice a month which, for this forty-five-year-old woman, certainly wasn’t sufficient, so the extra-marital sex was warmly welcomed.
I went to the hotel restaurant and had just ordered a chicken sandwich with a salad and no fries, and a martini when I was surprised by an older man who sat down and started hitting on me.
“Wow. Baby I haven’t seen tits like that in years,” were his not-so-smooth opening words.
He seemed shocked that I didn’t respond with, ‘Oh take me to your room and I will let you play with them.’
Since I didn’t want to leave without eating or having my martini, I felt trapped and uncomfortable by the persistence of the old lecher.
Enter my knight in shining armor: A very young man sat alongside me and, looking right at me, said, “Hey, sorry I’m late.” Then he reached over, took my hand, and glared at the old fart.
The older man quickly decided that he had somewhere else to be, got up, and left. As soon as he’d gone, the young man let go of my hand and said, “I’m sorry, but I heard him being obnoxious and could see that you needed to be rescued.”
I simply said, “Thank you so much. I thought I would either have to leave or slap the shit out of him.”
The young man laughed. “My name is Bryan, by the way.”
“Kate,” I said. I reached out and placed my hand on his to show my gratitude for his intervention.
“I have to confess that I already knew your name, Mrs. Benson, but I have always been too shy to approach you, even to say “Hi”. I see you here every week. I am one of the hotel maintenance men.” He smiled.
I felt like a loon because I hadn’t recognized him. He was young, around my son’s age, but that was no excuse for taking the hotel workers for granted. “I’m sorry, I never noticed you.”
“That’s OK, Mrs. Benson, it’s not a problem. If I ever saw you looking at me, I probably would have frozen in place. You are very pretty, and I am really shy around beautiful women.”
I smiled at the compliment and said, “Thank you, but I’m a woman. All you need to do to get to know me is to talk. I’m always open to a good conversation. Especially over a meal.”
He was stunned that I had, inadvertently, invited him to join me for dinner. “I, I, oh, I, am can, can I eat, dinner with you?”
I had to control my laughter. “Of course, I would love to share a meal with a nice, handsome, young man.” I didn’t know what happened. At first, he blushed the brightest shade of red I’d ever seen, and then his whole face lit up with happiness. I thought that I might tease him a little, so I reached for his hand and squeezed it. I watched him go from the brightest shade of red to an almost ghostly white. I was glad we were sitting down because he could have fallen.
I waved the waitress over to take his order. He decided on the shrimp stew special that was advertised on the sandwich board.
I was amazed to learn that Bryan was an entertaining conversationalist. Instead of talking about himself, he spoke about the town of Charleston and its role in the Civil War. He told me that most visitors to the hotel wanted to hear about Charleston’s history, so he studied the topic after work.
He told me about his studies to attain a college degree in hotel and food management and his plans to, one day, take over running the hotel.
I asked if he would kick me out if he became the manager.
He blushed and said that he would never kick such a vision of loveliness out of his hotel.
I don’t know why, maybe I wanted to pay him back for all the compliments, maybe I wanted to tease him, maybe I wanted to just see his reaction and if he really meant what he said, but I leaned across the small table and gave him a soft open-mouth kiss. My large, saggy breasts rested on his arm as I continued the kiss.
It took only a few seconds before I felt his tongue enter my mouth and his hands start to go around my neck, but his arm remained supporting my breasts.
For the second occasion in a week, I felt my pussy begin to freely lubricate moisture into my panties.
Bryan didn’t want to break the kiss, so I finally did. I smiled and said, “You are a very good kisser. I needed that, thank you.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked in his sweet, youthful voice.
I wanted to know if he was even old enough to drink, but I decided not to ask, reasoning that he was in college, after all.
After finishing our meal, we continued our evening in the lounge. I ordered another martini, and Bryan got a beer. We sipped our drinks for a while, making some awkward small talk at first. Eventually, I got up and said I had to use the ladies’ room. I went there, quickly did my thing, then returned to the table via the jukebox. I put in a few bucks and selected several songs that I liked to dance to. Arriving at the table, I held my hand out to Bryan, trying the same move that Keven had with me.
I led Bryan to the dance floor and was surprised to find that he was a wonderful dancer.
“I don’t mind your choices in music here at all,” he said, “but would you mind if I pick the next bracket of songs?”
“Not at all,” I assured him, wondering what we would be dancing to.
He made his way to the jukebox after my three songs had finished. I wondered whether we would soon be ‘dancing’ to some sort of new wave rock and roll, or punk rock, or something. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to that, but what could I say?
I was almost speechless when he turned from the jukebox to me as ‘Alabama’ started playing.
“Do you know how to two-step?” he asked. I had been doing the two-step for a long time, so I happily accompanied him to the dance floor and, honestly, I’d never had a better dance partner. We didn’t just dance, we glided over the dance floor. He even knew how to twirl me around to make my skirt flare without getting me dizzy.
When we took a break, I asked him where he’d learned to dance.
“I used to teach dance classes here, at the hotel. The old owner wanted the lounge to become a hot spot amongst the country crowd.
I kissed him again, this time to thank him for the marvelous dance. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I loved it. I looked at him lustfully, still unsure why I was thinking such thoughts. Perhaps it was because I was already a slut and a cheater, or the fact that young Bryan was so damn hot, or the fact that I was horny as hell. I don’t know. However, I simply asked him, “Would you like to come to my room?”
His eyes grew huge. I could tell that I had shocked him since his mouth was moving without making a sound. I smiled, took his hand, grabbed my martini, and walked him out of the lounge and straight to my room.
Opening the door to my room, I let him in first, afraid that he might back out if I didn’t. He was very nervous.
I led him to the bed, and we sat on it together. I began to kiss him gently, not wanting to push myself on him too fast, since I was afraid that he would bolt.
He responded to my kisses, and soon we were French kissing. Next, he started to caress my shoulders and neck before beginning to cup and fondle my breasts. At that point, I removed my top so that he could have better access to my tits.
As soon as I dropped my bra, Bryan took one of my nipples into his mouth and started suckling on it. He was like a kid in a candy store, and I was afraid I would have to stop him since he was starting to enjoy it too much. He kneaded each breast in turn, pinching the nipple of the other breast, as he sucked each one into his mouth. After several minutes of this attention, he finally backed off and looked at me. “They are amazing. What a gift.”
I couldn’t believe that he’d said almost the same thing as Keven. It gave me renewed confidence in the appeal of my breasts. I mean, I always thought they would become undesired and ugly when they started to sag, but both my new lovers liked them.
“Can I, I, I, ah. Can?” Bryan stuttered.
“What do you want sweetheart?”
He closed his eyes and managed, “I want to eat your, um, you, down there? If that’s ok, of course?”
Considering our situation, and the fact that I was seducing this young man, blatantly offering myself to him, I was surprised by his nervousness. “You can always eat my pussy, any time you want,” I answered, then stood to drop my skirt and panties. I laid back on the bed and opened my legs so that he had good access to my dripping wet cunt. “Ok, Bryan. She’s all yours,” I said encouragingly.
He went straight down and began to clumsily move his tongue around my pussy, missing my clit and labium. I gently held his head and guided him to the right areas and, finally, he found the right spot.
“Oh yes, oh yes, that’s it. Oh god. Keep going right there,” I urged.
Eventually, I had a small, unsatisfying orgasm. He needed more practice.
He backed off, saying, “Wow. You taste really good. This is the first time I’ve ever tasted a woman’s, well, a woman down there.”
I looked at him and smiled. ‘No wonder,’ I thought to myself, and then asked, “You’ve never gone down on a woman and ate her pussy before?”
“Oh no, Mrs. Benson. I’ve never been with a woman before at all.”
I almost had a stroke. “You’re a virgin?”
He blushed so sweetly and hung his head. “Yes, Mrs. Benson. I am. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, honey. Don’t apologize to me for that. Can I tell you something?”
He looked at me.
“You don’t have to leave this room as a virgin unless you want to.”
His broad answering smile told me that he was happy for me to ‘deflower’ him.
I was surprised that a twenty-one-year-old man was still a virgin but, not wanting to embarrass him, I never asked for a reason.
As I started undressing him, I couldn’t believe his shyness. I finally got him naked and was, once again, a little disappointed by a lover’s cock. Bryan was not as long as Erick, but longer still than Keven. His was fatter than Erick’s, but not as fat as Keven’s cock.
When I guided him into my pussy, I have to say, his cock felt great inside me. His strokes in and out were awkward, and it was obvious he was, in fact, a virgin. I sensed that his confidence improved each time I moaned, so I made sure that I was quite vocal.
He didn’t last long before he came for the first time however, to my surprise and amazement, his cock didn’t soften. He kept his erection and continued to clumsily fuck me.
A few moments later I came, and his thrusts became a little more powerful. “Oh my. Bryan, you just made me come. Can you do it again?” I asked. He kept his pattern and, as I began to moan my second orgasm, I could hear his grunts and feel his cock begin to swell and release his second load inside me.
I was amazed that we both came together loudly. He fell on top of me, panting, and once more I had the weight of a man on me. Although Bryan was not nearly as heavy as Keven, it was a good feeling anyway.
Chapter Four: The next morning
I woke the next morning in Bryan’s arms. I loved being with a man and his ‘morning wood’. Bryan was horny and I wasn’t going to disappoint him as he tried to seduce me. I was amazed at Bryan’s overnight transformation from being shy and tentative, to a much better and more confident lover. He fucked me with confidence, and I came three times before he exploded and laid on top of me. I loved that.
That night after work, I found Bryan had also just finished for the day. We ate supper together before I went to my room to call Erick. My husband and I spoke for a while and then I called Lora, my daughter, and chatted a little. Lastly, I called my son but, as always, he was too busy to talk to me. Not long after finishing my calls, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find a smiling Bryan standing there. He asked me if I would like a drink, holding up a freshly made martini.
Perhaps I should have politely declined his kind gesture and sent him away but, instead, I opened the door wider and let him in. Then I opened my legs and let him in me, again. The sex was good. It seemed that Bryan’s technique was improving with practice. For the second consecutive night, we slept together, and I woke up on Friday morning in his arms. Of course, we had sex that morning.
I told him that I wouldn’t see him later in the day, because I would be flying home to New Orleans to be with my family. He said to have a safe trip and that he hoped to see me again on Wednesday. I kissed him goodbye and headed to work.
Chapter Five: Home
My flight landed on time at the New Orleans International Airport. My car was parked in long-term parking, so I retrieved it and drove home. When I arrived, Erick was still at work, so I started doing my laundry, as I did every week and took a long, hot shower. I had stopped on the drive home to buy a douche. I wanted to clean myself thoroughly, after the week I had, before letting Erick touch me.
On the flight home, I had made the decision not to refuse Eric anything sexual. Although I had been a real slut while traveling this week, I knew that I loved only my husband, and I didn’t want to lose him, so I would make sure that Erick wanted for nothing.
To prepare for greeting Erick, I put on a sexy dress, thigh-high stockings, and stilettos, but omitted panties and a bra. Erick’s and my sex life had deteriorated over the past couple of years, and I was determined to improve it.
I heard the garage door and went to meet my husband. Immediately he walked into the house, I kissed him passionately, not letting him break the kiss for ten seconds.
After the kiss, I asked him, “Would you like to go upstairs and rip this dress off me, or would you rather eat dinner first?”
Without another word, he picked me up, carried me upstairs, and put me on the bed. He didn’t rip the dress off me, since he knew it was very expensive, but removed it quickly anyway. He took me missionary style, and I loved when his very long cock shot its load into my womb while I repeatedly kissed him.
I had planned to go downstairs and make dinner, but Erick told me to put my dress back on and he would take me out for supper. So, I did.
We had a marvelous date. We talked about our future and us. We talked about a Caribbean cruise this year for a vacation. We talked about maybe taking the kids with us if they would like, as we hadn’t seen them at all since college started.
I made love to Erick each day of the weekend, and even on Monday morning before I left for work.