It is funny how you meet people these days. How people either open their wild sides up or lie when they chat with people on the internet. It was funny, when I met Katherine late one evening, I could tell she was different. Even as hard as it is to read personalities on the net, I could sense a hunger in her. We must have talked for at least two months, and this was just when the net was starting to take off. We had some hot chats that actually would leave me sweating and spent at night. The passion she held was incredible and so appealing.
Katherine was slightly older than me by about ten years, and she was married with kids. At that point in my life, I had not ever even given thought to having an affair with a married woman. The older part did not bother me, but I was nervous and excited at the same time at the thought of having sex with a married woman. As it became more obvious that we may actually meet, I asked Katherine if she had ever had an affair. Her response was no, which kind of shocked me. She seemed so willing to try it. I think we both had each other so turned on by the raw passion, that it had us willing to explore and take risks.
She lived in the next town over from me, which was about 30 miles away. That was good because at least it allowed us the anonymity when we were visiting, but the first meeting came about after careful planning, and I was to meet her in her neck of the woods. The ride over for me was just absolutely nerve wrecking. I am usually a very composed and unflappable man, but the thought of fucking another man's wife excited me and also worried me. I knew her town fairly well, and I was to meet her at a grocery store parking lot. We had described our cars so that we could locate each other, and apparently I arrived first because I did not see her car. Maybe she had decided to back out on me.
That actually would have been acceptable to me under the circumstances, and as it drew to be fifteen minutes past our meeting time, I was thinking about just leaving. About that time, I saw her big Suburban pulling in, and I could not believe it. I wanted this woman so damn bad, and she had actually had the guts to follow-through with it when she was the one that had everything to lose. She told me that she would be dropping her kids off at the day camp, so do not expect her to be in anything but typical mom clothes. She drove right over to my car like we had been old friends forever. We had agreed that I would ride with her because her car was easier for me to hide in, in the case that we needed to hide. So I jumped out, introduced myself, and she immediately let me in her truck.
Our initial conversation was shaky at best. She looked great even in her "mom" clothes. I could tell that she was as scared as me, but we slowly warmed up. I had noticed when we pulled out that she started back into a nearby neighborhood like she knew where we were headed.
"I thought we could go to my parents' house, since they are out of town at the beach for the week. I mean if that is ok with you." I almost laughed because she sounded so nervous assuming I wanted this to go beyond us just riding around in the summer heat.
"Sure, that is fine with me. Are you sure that is ok?"
"Well, my family would not think it is weird for me to be checking on their house while they are gone, and the neighbors will not expect anything out of the ordinary, we just have to slip you in quickly. If they se my truck in the drive, they will not suspect anything is going on out of the ordinary." I just smiled and started to regain my normal composure somewhat reading between her words.
As she turned down the street, I suddenly started getting scared even though I wanted this. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head about if we would be seen, caught, or whatever else. She pulled up in the drive and I slumped down in my seat to make sure no neighbors were around. I asked her to go unlock the house and just walk through to make sure nobody stayed at home. She got out and walked around to the carport door. Her dress was below her knees, but I could see a nice silhouette of her ass and her strong, but feminine, calves as she walked in the door. A few second later she came back and waved me inside. I hurried inside.
It was so surreal when I walked into the kitchen. It was like I was in my grandparents' house, with pictures of grandkids and family around. She locked the door behind me like we were guarding gold in that kitchen. I knew she was just making sure there were enough obstacles for someone to get through that we had time to hide me. I waited for her lead in the house. I did not want to assume anything at that point. We both were acting like teens on a first date. She was a typical lady, asking me if I would care for something to drink. I agreed to settle us both down, and I went over to sit on the sofa in the den.
I am not sure if she did this on purpose, but the skirt she had on was denim like material, and as she sat down across from me, she pulled her leg up Indian style and I could barely make out some white panties under her dress hem where it rode up her thigh. That kind of shook me back to the reason why I was there and the fact that were had limited time before it would be time for her to go back to her wife and mother life.
"Katherine, would you show me the rest of the house?"
"Sure." She got up and walked down a long hallway. I actually felt my cock and balls slip down in my boxer shorts as I followed her down the hall, and I could feel my cock slightly start to swell. As we got to the end of the hall, I purposely brushed my cock against her ass to let her know I wanted her. She did not try to move and I even felt her back into my cock shoving it between her ass cheeks. I knew then that this was the same woman who had fired me up so many times on that internet, and I had made up my mind to do whatever I could to make our fantasies come true. I put my hands on her shoulder and turned her around to face me. As I did that, I could see the look in her eyes, and I knew she was ready. I asked permission to kiss her, and she laid one on me, her tongue darting into my mouth. That all made my cock get rock hard in my slacks, and I knew she felt it pressing into her tummy. I led her back into the den and sat her down on the sofa, forcing her legs wide. It exposed those white panties that I had seen peeking out at me earlier, except this time, I could see the wet outline of her pussy in them.
I leaned her back, spreading her legs even wider. I made sure to maintain eye contact with her as I slid my hands up her dress and grabbed the sides of those panties to pull them off. She did not blink at all, and I went for it. They came off quickly, and I could smell her sex in the air. Her pussy was gorgeous, smooth lips, and trimmed up nicely. I could tell that she must have been wet even during the ride over because there was a lot of her nectar built up on her lips. I wiped it off with my hand as I started sliding my tongue up her thigh. She jumped when my hot tongue touched her smooth thigh, and I immediately thought back to her telling me how her husband just mounts her, has his way, and falls asleep. I had to make this moment special for her, so I delayed jumping down into her swollen lips. I actually felt a rush of adrenaline at that point, thinking about how her husband had no idea of how to please this sexual woman who was lying out in front of me. She was no longer a wife or a mother; she was a sexual woman who was about to be my lover for a few hours. It made my head spin and my cock grow even harder. I knew I had to make it count for her to not have any regrets
I slowly drug my tongue across her inner thighs, watching her eyes to read what she was thinking. The shock wore off of her face, and I knew she was getting into this treatment. She opened her legs even wider and asked me to take off her shoes and socks. I did just that for her, never letting my tongue leave her body or my eyes lose contact with hers. As I looked up her body into her eyes, I could see her nipples hardening and pulsing on top of her breasts through her dress. I knew she was ready for me to move on to more sensitive areas, so I slid down to the inside of her thigh between her hip and pussy lips and started working there, this time to tease her a bit before I made my move. She was soaking wet now, and I had to taste her, so when both of us could stand no more, I lightly darted my tongue over her swollen outer lips getting my first taste of her honey. I knew and I could see it in her eyes that she knew, there was no turning back from here. I went for it and she let me.
I slid my tongue as far into those wet lips as I could, my nose buried against her clit, and she moaned and her eyes rolled back leaving my stare. If you can smile while eating a woman, I did at that point, and my heart was beating faster than I had ever imagined it could. It was hot in that house where her parents had left the thermostat high for their absence to save money on the ac bill, and we both began to sweat at that point. I just kept burying my tongue in her lips, letting the aroma and feel of her sex take my senses over. I placed her thighs over my shoulders and draped her calves that I had admired earlier down my back. I could feel her pulling me into her as her heels dug into my back and that just motivated me even more. I moved one of my hands from the floor where it was bracing my weight, and slowly backed my tongue out to make room for a finger to probe her even deeper.
I wanted to find her G-spot, and whether it was luck or pure arousal, hers was the easiest one I had ever found. I immediately started to work it, and I thought she was going to lose control the way she started moaning. I backed off for a second to let her compose herself, and I also wanted to line up another finger to join my first on her sweet spot. I plunged them back in her now sloppy pussy, soaked in her juice and my saliva until they went knuckle deep. I watched her eyes as they widened at the instant realization than she just had more man in her pussy at that second than she had since she was a young high school girl. She must have thought it was my cock because she immediately locked her pussy around my two wide fingers and started gripping them. I backed them up until I found her hugely swollen G once again. I started doing circles and strokes across it, with no particular order to keep her guessing. She finally regained composure once again, and started looking me in the eyes again. The fear in her was gone now; she was after this as hard as I was giving it to her. I knew she was ready, so I placed my lips over her swollen clit, while my fingers worked her like a machine. She was really pulling me into her now with her legs, and she even grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me in. I lightly took her clit in between my front teeth, and just pinched it there while I darted my tongue quickly over the tip of her trapped clit. She suddenly lost it. I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and she showed me her tell tale sign of her true orgasm. Her hips bucked straight up in the air taking my mouth and fingers with it. She let out this deep moan and her thighs began to shake uncontrollably as it seemed like waves of orgasm rolled through her body. This one was deep, and at that point, I was just a passenger along for the ride. It was a gorgeous site as her whole body writhed in pleasure. I kept working her clit and G but I slowed down because I knew she was sensitive. Her eyelids had shut, and I think the way she reacted uncontrollably may have embarrassed her a bit.
"Are you ok, Baby?"
"Umm, yes I think so. That was intense."
