We had met online, got to know and like one another, talked on the phone a couple of times, and, because we both worked downtown, were able to meet for lunches. We saw right away we were in similar situations: married and not wanting to leave our marriages, but needing more passion, intimacy, friendship, and connection. Neither of us had had an affair before, and we were both a little scared and nervous to be reaching out to a new person, but nonetheless we wanted to very much. In a way we were both a little lonely and needed to find someone to share our feelings with.
It was spring, and we were incredibly lucky to have a weekend where both of our spouses were away. For some time we had wanted to be closer, but it had been hard to find the opportunity. Now, with a little finesse, an entire evening and night spread out before us, and we both realized the time had arrived for us to carry the closeness we had experienced in conversation and into the closeness of making love.
For the first time, we were able to able to have long dinner together, to talk and laugh and get through whatever awkwardness we were feeling. After dinner, we walked arm in arm to the place we had arranged. Once inside our room, we got settled and then stood across from one another, holding each other's hands. Drawing close, we kissed, softly and lightly at first, then with increasing passion and depth. Before then, our kisses had been only furtive, but now tongues met and we savored the long kisses we could now share. She held me tight while we poured our energy into one another. I felt her breasts rising to me through her clothes, and I also felt myself stiffening against her.