This is the second chapter in a story Iâve begun about a married woman finding passion and sex with another married man, who she met thru an internet discreet encounters website. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
My thoughts kept drifting to Dale. From the moment we met in that parking lot almost 2 weeks ago, I couldnât seem to get him out of my head. More than once during the past days I had found myself thinking of him, imagining us together, and had become aroused. One night, I was so overtaken with thoughts of him, that I lied in bed next to my sleeping husband, listening to him snore, and brought myself to orgasm.
With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his mouth on my skin, kissing softly down my stomach, his tongue licking gently at my skin. My back arched, and tiny gasps escaped my lips, as I slowly opened my thighs. As I slid my fingertips between the lips of my pussy I could feel his tongue there, tasting me, almost inhaling my scent. I opened my lips, tugging at them gently, as I had done hundreds of times before, but this time, it wasnât my fingers, it was him, and his fingers. Lost in my fantasy I could feel his warm breath on me, blowing gently across the hood of my clit, sending shivers thru my body. I found myself biting my lower lip to stop the moans from escaping my lips that I so desperately needed to release. My hips began to rock in small steady circles as just the tip of my finger pressed inside of my already wet pussy.
I traced my thumb directly over my clit and my hips lifted off of the bed, as if trying to find his mouth. My free hand almost instinctively reached for my left nipple and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. As the pressure on my clit increased, so did my fingers on my nipple. I felt my orgasm rising within me, and I began to pinch my nipple harder, just as he had in his car 2 weeks ago.
âOh god, yes, yesâ I cried out.....barely keeping my cries at a whisper. I slid my finger deeply into my pussy, and I could feel the muscles contracting tightly as my orgasm began its release. It wasnât my finger any longer, it was his tongue, plunging deep inside of me, and I came with such force that my body trembled. I could hear how wet I was as I slid my finger in and out of my pussy, and I needed to taste it. Slowly, as if it were his tongue, I traced my finger up over my stomach, barely touching my skin. I circled it around my left nipple, which was still hard from the steady pinching it had endured. Gently, almost teasingly, I rubbed it over my lower lip, so slow I made myself gasp again. My tongue slipped from between my lips and licked over the tip of it.
Mmm...there it was. That familiar, musky, almost sweet taste of my pussy. Itâs not that I hadnât tasted myself before, it was just..... this time, it was different. It wasnât my finger in my mouth that I was sucking greedily on, it was his tongue. The tongue that had just brought me to orgasm almost effortlessly. I savored the taste, as if my body had been waiting for him to awaken my desires for years.
For a moment, I felt guilt. Guilt over coming to orgasm imagining another man touching me. I looked over to my husband, still sleeping soundly. I rolled over on my side and brushed my hand over his arm. No reaction. I leaned closer to him, and kissed his cheek softly. Still no reaction. I slid my hand under the comforter and rubbed my fingers gently down his stomach, tracing them over the waistband of the shorts he insisted on sleeping in. His body stirred, and he grumbled deeply under his breath. He opened his eyes and looked at me briefly, then rolled over on his other side, his back to me.
There was the reaction, the one I had become all too familiar with over the years. Sex took place when HE wanted it to. While it had never been a very regular occurrence in our marriage, over the last few years it had seemed to dwindle to about 2 or 3 times a month. I had tried complaining, tried talking, even came to close to begging on more than one occasion. The answers were always the same.
âIâm sorry honey, I'm tiredâ or....
âWhatâs wrong with the way things are Lisa?â
The guilt was gone, in that moment. Once more, I had tried, and once more, I had been denied. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I knew that I needed more then he either could, or wanted to give me. I had a right to experience pleasure, to feel passion, and to feel wanted by someone, and I wasnât going to deny myself this time.
It had been almost 2 weeks since Dale and I had met at that restaurant. During that time, we had talked a couple times on the phone, emailed each other almost every day, and tried to make plans to get together. Things kept coming up, and plans kept getting postponed. I was slowly learning that having an affair was not an easy thing, but I knew the effort it was taking would be worth it, and I refused to give up hope.
It was a sunny, humid Thursday morning, and I was re-arranging all the furniture in the living room, something I seemed to do every couple months. The phone rang, and without even looking at the caller ID, I picked it up, almost out of breath from dragging the couch across the hardwood floors.
âHelloâ...I gasped, trying to catch my breath enough to speak. It was him.
âBaby, I want to see you. I NEED to see you. Today. This afternoon.â
I felt the smile beaming across my face instantly. He NEEDED to see me. I had longed to hear those words for so long, and here they were, being spoken to me. I heard myself gasp again, not from moving the furniture, but from hearing the desire in his voice.
âDale, I need to see you too. I canât stop thinking about you. Just tell me when.â
âToday, this afternoon, meet me at the same place, 3 pm, can you make it?â
My voice became softer, almost in a trance as I answered him. âIâll be there Dale, I need to be with you.â
We said our goodbyes, and I quickly finished moving the furniture around. I ran a bubble bath, deciding I needed to take some time and relax. Even though this was something I wanted, something I knew I needed, I was nervous. I felt so much for this man, and seeing him again was intoxicating for me. I wasnât feeling any guilt over my thoughts for him at this moment, only desire.
I decided to dress casually, but with much thought. I chose another sheer bra. The one I had worn in my ad on the website. Sheer white lace, with embroidered pink roses around the cups. I knew my nipples could clearly be seen thru thru the flimsy fabric, and thatâs what I wanted. I chose a pair of black sheer panties, string bikinis, that showed my shaved pussy thru them. My body was no where near perfect, but as I looked at myself in the mirror I felt sexy. I tugged on jeans, and a navy blue blouse that zipped up the front. It wasnât low cut, but the zipper reached just above the cleavage of my 38c breasts, and when I leaned forward, you could see the outline of my bustline.
I left my hair down, uncurled, just falling causally over my shoulders. I knew he loved to have his hands in it, and the long blond locks fell softly over my blue blouse. I sprayed on perfume, a soft floral scent, and dabbed sheer pink lipstick onto my lips. I grabbed my purse, my cell phone, and my keys and ran out the door, giving myself just enough time to meet him.
I pulled into the parking lot, and saw he had beat me there, just as before. I felt the smile returning to my face seeing his SUV, and my hands began to tremble slightly. I knew he couldnât see me clearly thru the dark tinted windows of my car, but I saw him smile and wave to me as I parked in the spot next to him. I quickly grabbed my things and got out of my car as I saw him reach over and unlock the passenger door for me.
He opened the door for me, and I slid up into the seat, placing my things on the floor board. My eyes locked on his, and I knew my smile was beaming. His hand reached to my hair, and he stroked his fingers thru it, pulling it back from my face.
âMmm, Iâve missed youâ he said, as his lips moved to mine.
The moment his lips touched mine, I heard a moan come from deep within me. My hand reached to his face, and my lips parted, almost instinctively, needing to feel his tongue within my mouth once more. I felt the tip of his tongue rub over my lower lip just before he slowly slid it inside my mouth, just for a brief moment. He withdrew his mouth from mine slowly, breathing my breath as he pulled away, looking at me.
âNot here baby, not this time, weâre going somewhere where we can be aloneâ he said, smiling at me.
We talked as he drove, catching up on each others lives the past few days. Iâm not even sure if I can recall the conversation. All I heard was his voice, I donât think I could remember what he said exactly, but the tone of his voice sent shivers thru my body. Just being with him, close, alone was arousing me more then I thought possible. I wasnât even paying attention to where we were going, until he turned into a parking lot of a motel. He pulled out back, and parked in front of a row of the rooms facing the interstate. He turned off the engine, and reached into his pocket, and produced a key card. He looked over to me and smiled, and simply said....
âCome on baby.â
I could feel my heart beating thru my chest as I climbed out of the vehicle. He met me at the passenger door and grabbed onto my hand gently. His fingers felt so strong entwined with mine as he led me to the door. He slid the key card into the slot and pushed the door open for me, and I walked into the dimly lit room. My legs felt shaky, as if they were about to give way as I placed my purse on the table inside the door.
I heard the door close as I walked further into the room, towards the king size bed. I looked at it, and took a deep breath into my lungs, and turned to face him. His hand reached for my cheek, and his fingers stroked it softly, looking into my eyes, smiling. He whispered to me....
âAre you nervous?â