Tutoring Leads to More

This is a sequel to the story "Tutoring Leads to More", some aspects may make more sense if the first story is read first.

After receiving the surprise text asking for more help with her youngest son we set up a time to get together and start our tutoring sessions. She had moved since the last time we had talked or met and I didn't know much about her life for the last 14 years. The only aspects I did know is that she was now a nurse and was doing well in her career. I was very happy for her.

I know I was being stupid, but I was very excited to see her again and I was hoping she was the same. My situation hadn't really changed much at all at home. I was still married, and things had gotten better but still very lacking in the bedroom. I made sure I was freshly shaven that morning, not something I do every day. Maybe dressed a little better than what was normal for my job? I didn't want to be completely obvious in front of my wife.

I arrived at her house at the designated time. Her house was much scaled down from the last place with only her car in the garage. As her husband worked odd hours, I didn't think much of it. After being let in we embraced tightly, me giving her a bone crushing hug, her responding in kind, both of us expressing that it had been way too long since we had seen each other last. We exchanged some pleasantries for a few minutes before she called her son down. I did notice she wasn't wearing a wedding ring but didn't think much about it as some women prefer not to wear them.

When her son came down, I was astonished... Obviously I hadn't seen him in 14 years, but I didn't expect a 6'3" kid to come down. I was a little startled to say the least. After some introductions and talking about ground rules and such, we settled down at the kitchen table and prepared to get right to work.

We got deep into our work quickly and developed a good relationship immediately. He seemed to be a good kid who had gotten behind when he was sick, and just couldn't seem to get caught back up. We were neck deep in geometry and not realizing how long we were going for. After 1.5 hours she came over and informed us that his dad would be here shortly to pick him up. I explained I understood and realized he was probably a little burnt out anyways. His eyes weren't glassed over or anything but I could tell this was draining him some. We concluded the session and went over what he needed to work on over the next few days before we could meet again.

His dad showed up just after that and off they went. At this point she looked at me and explained that about 5 years ago she had filed for divorce after he started taking his aggression out on her. I was shocked to say the least. I can never understand how anyone could do that in the first place, but she was such a sweet woman it made it even harder for me to understand. We naturally fell into our old relationship, talking freely about anything and everything.

You could tell we were both a little nervous being alone with each other after our history but tried to be friendly without being awkward. I could tell there was still a spark here though and wondered if she could feel it too. She was always so happy it was hard to tell if she was smiling because she was just happy in general, or the fact I was there with her.

After talking for about 30 mins or so I told her I needed to get home. She understood, we stood up and gave each other another bone crushing hug, one of those you really didn't want to end. It was at this point I knew she still felt the spark as well. Her hug seemed to go on forever. When it finally did end, we pulled slightly apart from each other and looked into each other's eyes. I saw the lust I felt mirrored in her eyes and leaned in to kiss her. She eagerly accepted my kiss, passionately kissing my back.

It felt amazing to be kissing her again while holding her body tightly against mine. The kiss seemed to go on forever. She nibbled on my lower lip when the kiss heated up, drawing us both back into our senses again. We parted, both of us a little breathless, not realizing how powerful our connection really was. Reluctantly I had to tell her I really did have to leave as I had stuff to do at home. She understood, we kissed one more time, a long lingering kiss goodbye. When we parted we held each others hands for a moment, reluctantly letting go as I left. Both of us were rather flustered from the kiss and I was sporting a very hard erection.

That night I tried to relieve some of this pent-up sexual frustration but my wife was just plain not interested in sex that night. I said good night and went down to watch some TV. It was later that night I got a text from her. I was actually very excited to get it. It could almost imagine her tentatively sending me a hesitant "Hi". I responded back just as hesitantly "Hey". We started talking by text, not immediately getting to the point that we both knew we were going to get to. Finally, I broke the ice, "so about earlier... that was one of the hottest things that has happened to me in a long time". She took a minute to respond, probably not believing what she was reading. Finally, after seeming to watch her responding dots forever, I get back a message "I am so relieved! I thought we had crossed a line and was worried." I responded that we had crossed that line well before, followed by a smiley face to lighten the mood. She seemed to appreciate this and we fell into a light banter.

That night we both hesitantly flirted with each other over text, neither of us being overtly sexual, but there was definitely an underlying theme. We ended the night saying we couldn't wait to see each other again but had to be very careful as neither of us wanted to let her son know about us. We only had to wait 2 more days for the next tutoring appointment.

The next appointment I showed up to their place on time, eager to see her, but also to tutor. He is a bright kid and would catch on with no problem. He had to work that night, so we only had about an hour to get done the work required. This wasn't an obstacle and was a relatively easy tutoring night. We finished up and he went and got ready for work. Her and I settled in to talk while he was getting ready, both of us eager for him to leave. About 5 minutes later he came down, ready for work. He said his goodbyes and left us alone.

We couldn't wait long after he left, neither of us had much self-control to delay much. After just a few minutes, making sure he didn't come back in forgetting something we crossed to each other, letting our lips find each other. We kissed hard and passionately. Our lips mashing against each other, our tongues probing each other. Our hands roamed over each other's back, pulling each other closer and closer. My hands reached down, cupping her ass, squeezing it, and pulling her against me.

She let out a soft moan as our crotches rubbed against each other. She could easily feel my growing erection between us. I turned her around, my mouth moving to her neck as I wrapped my arms around her, using my hands to massage her breasts through her shirt. I pulled her back against me, and she grinded her ass into my semi hard cock. I moved my hands to the bottom of her shirt, gripping it and pulling it up over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts, still trapped in her bra. She reached back, and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her tits, with her hardening nipples.

My hands reached up, enveloping her tits, while my fingers found her nipples, rolling them gently between my finger and thumb. She gasped as I pinched them, leaning back into me even more. My lips sucked on her ear lobe as she reacted to my fingers. She turned her head to kiss me as I continued to pinch and grope her tits.

Finally, it was too much for her, and she turned around and pulled my shirt up and over my head. At this point it was a race to get each other naked. She was fumbling with the front of my jeans as I was with hers. Finally, the pants fell, leaving her in her panties, me in my boxers. There was a noticeable bulge in my boxers, while her panties looked a little moist in the crotch. We both unceremoniously dropped our underwear and moved back to each other to kiss again. My hands massaged her bare ass, her hands rubbed my back.

I led her to the couch, really only a few feet away, not really sure how we hadn't ended up there before now. I eased her down onto it, with her feet off the front. Standing in front of her she took advantage of the position and reached out and stroked my hard cock with one hand while she envelopes my head with her mouth. She lowered her mouth around my now hard cock sucking on it, and swirling her tongue around the head. She used her hand to stroke me still while she bobbed her head rhythm with her mouth, making sure to go down at the same time.

I pulled away from her, her face glowing in her arousal. I kneeled down in front of her, leaning forward and sucked on her nipples. My hands played with a nipple while my mouth and tongue focused on her other. She arched her back into me as I swirled my tongue around her nipples, and nibbled on them.

I stopped sucking her breasts and pulled my head away, while also encouraging her to move her hips forward so I can access her pussy. I lowered my head down and tentatively licked her pussy. Using my fingers I spread her pussy open to see how wet she was. I pushed my tongue into her and tasted her for the first time in many years. The memory hasn't done her justice and I eagerly assault her pussy with my tongue.

As my tongue lapped at her opening, my thumb rubbed her clit, enticing it to harden and come out of hiding. Her juices flowed more and more as I continued my assault. Slowly I slid a finger deep into her, feeling the warmth of her pussy around my finger, feeling the tightness enveloping me. I slid it in and out while my mouth moved up to her clit. I circled her clit with my tongue, flicking it randomly while I fucked her with my finger. I slid a second finger into her while I gently sucked her clit between my lips, trying to be gentle but also rubbing it with my tongue, enticing her to cum. With my fingers sliding into her and my tongue licking her pussy it didn't take her long. She grunted through her orgasm as she came on my fingers and face. Her body undulated on the couch as she rode out her orgasm.

As she came down off the high, she looked into my face, lust purely evident on it and told me to fuck her. Not one to leave her waiting I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed in. I almost came on the spot feeling the warmth of her pussy surrounding my cock, the tightness of her pussy squeezing me. We both groaned with the sensation. After a few moments, after we were both adjusted, she started to rock her hips, moving my cock inside of her. I took that as my queue and started to slowly slide in and out of her.

We eventually got into a rhythm and started to fuck. Me pushing into her as she pushed back against me. My balls slapped her every time I am fully inside. I am on my knees in front of her, as her ass hangs off the couch. Not the most comfortable position for either of us, but we made the most out of it. After a few minutes of this position, I pulled out, to her displeasure, and turned her so she is facing away from me on her knees, her ass pushed up in the air. I pushed into her pussy from behind her, sliding in again, loving the way her pussy squeezed me.

I grabbed her hips and used them to increase the power of my thrusts. I was sliding into her over and over again, harder every time. Her big tits swaying under her as I slammed into her from behind. I moved my hands to her tits, supporting them as I continue to fuck her. We continued fucking for a few more minutes this way, both of us loving the feel. I could feel her start to clamp down on my cock as she neared another orgasm. She finally reached the climax, cumming hard on my cock grunting and moaning while she did so. I took it easy on her while she came, wanting her to enjoy the entire feeling of it.

I pulled out, laying down and beckoning her to get on top. She did so, looking into my eyes as she lowered herself down on my hard cock. She started to rock her hips while straddling me, sliding my cock in and out while leaning over me on her hands, he tits swaying as she fucked me. I lay there as she rode me loving the look of her bouncing up and down on me, her tits bouncing, her hair streaming around her head, partially hiding her face. I am close, I know I am, I can feel the sensation starting low and rising quickly. I started to moan as my orgasm quickly approached, I started to thrust my hips up to meet her as she descended, or bodies slapped against each other. Finally my body can't take it any more and I exploded deep inside her, triggering her third orgasm of the night. She collapsed onto me as we both rode our orgasms out.

After a moment she picked her head up slightly and kissed me deeply and passionately. After a few minutes we break the kiss and look into each other's eyes and kind of sigh, basically saying wow.. I can't believe that just happened.

She rolled off of me and we both lay there on our backs, trying to catch our breath. I know we need to talk about this, but don't have the energy to do so tonight. Wordlessly we both get up and start to get dressed. I am a sweaty mess and hope I can disguise the fact I just had awesome sex on the hot weather outside, even though her place is well air conditioned.

I turned to her after we are dressed and we both agree that this was some of the most exciting sexual experiences of our lives. We knew that this would not be the last time either. There was way too much chemistry and need between us to call it quits right now. I really couldn't believe we made it 14 years without meeting up.

Before I left we embraced again, sharing another lingering kiss, realizing I could still taste her on her lips from earlier. As we broke apart I left for home, wondering what the hell I am getting myself into. She may not have any attachments anymore, but I certainly did. I drive home thoroughly satisfied, wondering how I will get away with this.

Once I got home I didn't have to worry about it. My wife was already in bed half asleep. I went in and took a shower, washing her scent off me wondering when we will have the opportunity to do this again.