Released
I had kind of given up. I had been married for a while, and after the kids came, my husband mostly lost interest.
I still read things and masturbated sometimes. Many of the things that excited me the most, we had never tried. Once, I moved down to take my husband in my mouth, but he reacted with alarm.
We were both virgins with little experience when we got married. We never got much past the basics.
Then, one night, at a team building conference, I was sitting with a friend, talking late at night. We often stayed up after our coworkers went to bed. I really loved how he treated me. He always encouraged me, always believing that I was much more than the world saw.
To avoid talk among our coworkers, we went up upstairs with everybody else to our rooms. We both knew that we would wait about 15 minutes and then come back down.
We were in an alcove about 15 feet and around the corner from the elevator. There was no thought of anything happening, but we didn't really want to be discovered alone at night. We were not hidden, but not out in the open. We knew we would hear the elevator bell if someone came down for some reason.
As I sat down on the couch next to him I told myself it was because I wanted our conversation to be quiet. Now I think I may have had another reason. We talked quietly for several minutes. It felt much more intimate than our past conversations. Then it happened.
He leaned over and kissed me. I had been kissed many times before, but not like this. His hand went to the back of my head, and his tongue licked gently at my lips until I opened my lips and invited him in.
I gushed, my pussy becoming more soaked than I had experienced to that point. Then, he made love to me, starting with my neck and then throat. His hand went to my breast inside my blouse and bra, gently squeezing my nipples. I got hotter and hotter.
I found his hard cock as he bent over and took my nipple in his mouth. We returned to kissing as we explored each other's bodies. As he moved his hand lower along the slit in my DVF skirt, I asked him to wait. I went into the ladies room and removed my panties.
When I returned, I was on fire. I spread my legs wide as I brought his hand down. He found my clit quickly and slowly moved me closer to orgasm.
Here is where our relationship moved in a different direction. While I loved what he was doing, I knew that I wanted to please him more than anything else. Though I'd never done it, I'd read about how much a man loved to cum in a woman's mouth. No matter what happened that night, if I had pleased him, I would be fulfilled. I knew that I would masturbate for years thinking of how wanton I had been.
Fortunately, he stopped me as I knelt down in front of him. We were steps away from the elevator. We were both married. Discovery would have meant that one of us might have to leave the company. We could have had seconds to react if we heard a noise. We could have quickly covered up and moved apart. If I was on my knees, there was no chance.
But what he said next gave me as much joy as anything else that night. He said, "Not tonight." There might be other nights?!!!
We snuggled, petted, and kissed some more before finally going to bed.
Something had changed in me. I knew that I would do anything to keep this feeling. I do mean anything.
I was different now. Astonishment. Wonder. Exhilaration. My world had changed. Before, I was without hope of sexuality. Now, I carried the certainty that he would show me how to please him. & in that, I would unveil my own sexuality, because I knew my purpose was to serve, even to be used. More than anything, that's what I wanted.
Little did I know the unthinkable things that I would gladly do. I did know that once he showed me what he wanted, I would give him more of it than he ever thought a woman would.
I never dreamed of how often he, and those unimaginable things, would make me cum. And the orgasms would be different from any that I've known before or since. They would literally turn me inside out.
But that would come later. That night, I still had no idea.
Anticipation
The next morning, I found him in the hotel's business center, alone. I approached him & his face was so full of intensity & understanding of what had transpired the night before & its impact on both of us. He said, "Are you ok?" & put his hand behind my knee just under the hem of the knit dress I was wearing. I will remember that touch for the rest of my life. It was at once electric & tender. Later, he wrote an incredible poem about this moment which he sent to me & which I treasured. The poem was about my perfume remaining on his hand for the remainder of the day & how he kept me with him all that day through the scent.
In those few moments, we also settled briefly on how we would continue to keep in touch.
We had tried the phone, but in the end had set up mailboxes where we could exchange letters. This felt so good. l was communicating with him as intimately as I ever had with anyone in my life. I was sharing my longing to be with him in every way.
He wrote me beautiful notes that I saved until he warned me that it was dangerous. After that, I started rewriting them in my hand and tucking them into a hidden spot to revisit often.
Beginning of fulfillment
