Author's note. ( Stacey really exists. She is not a figment of my imagination. I really love her, and she really loves me...but our marriages are in the way. Last Christmas we came so close to having sex, but chickened out at the last moment. I still have her panties in a secret drawer in my garage... )
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We lay basking in the afterglow of our love-making, two bodies in perfect harmony with each other, offering so much, but yet, so little. We were still aware of our mutual orgasm ripping through our bodies, bringing us to newer heights. As I breathed heavily, I thanked whatever Gods there were for bringing me and Stacey together.
She was a colleague of mine at work, and after becoming firm friends, we became confidantes, and after a short time, lovers. And there, lay our problems. The busy lives we led did not enable us to indulge in each other too much. We were both married, and while none of us had any kids, there was always too much to do.
Take today for example, I called my wife to tell her that I had a meeting and it would be best if she did not call me unless it was really urgent, and then, only on my cell phone. Likewise, Stacey called her husband to tell him that she was to attend a half-day seminar and could not be contacted except for an emergency.
We had both taken four hours of leave from our allowance, and met at the garage that I had secretly rented ages ago. This garage I had furnished with simple things, carpeting, a large bed from Ikea, a lttle kitchenette that was only used for brewing some coffee, and most importantly, a shower stall that I connected to the drain system.
Unfortunately these meetings with Stacey were few and far in between. With cell phones these days, it was becoming increasingly impossible to disappear for a few hours. I had no part time job where I could conveniently vanish on an errand for some hours from time to time, and even if I did, the communications available would make sure that one would get caught immediately.
So we had to settle with these stolen moments.
Nothing bad in itself, I thought, as I ran my hand over her smooth thigh. It kept the tension to a max. Unbidden, we turned to each other, smiled, and kissed the kiss of two people really in love. She raised herself on her elbows, and her breasts changed shape as they stretched to their 'tear-drop' pose. Stacey had magnificent breasts. Not too large, I guess they were a larger B-Cup, magnificently tipped with two very pink nipples that you could hang a coat on when excited.
Her body was tight as a drum, with a beautifully formed wide cleft between her legs. She had done electro-depilation on her pussy years ago (so she said), and it was smooth as silk, so soft and inviting. I have never known another woman whose pussy was always so wet and practically dripping.
My tongue had done miles of lapping on that walkway. Truthfully? I couldn't get enough of it.
I was nothing special, a normally-built guy, a bit more broad-shouldered than normal maybe, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Even my cock was normal, if maybe a little thicker than what most girls expect.
At the moment this cock was fully erect as I let my fingers dance around and in Stacey's generous pussy. She moaned as I first dipped one, then two fingers into her love canal. In a show of willingness, she turned her back to me, spooning, and raised her right leg over my body. She arched her back and her velvety tunnel was immediately in range of my dick. I rubbed it around her hole before thrusting forward, and with her being as wet as she could be, buried myself completely in one swift move.
"Ohhh. So thick, so thick..." she moaned.
