"I don't...know...why I...I...keep doing...this," Linda Margulies gasped. She was having difficulty breathing because her lover, Tom Singleton, was sucking her breasts and plunging his fingers in and out of her vagina as they lay on the bed of the motel he'd been staying in since he delivered some horses to Linda's farm the day before.
Tom continued driving Linda wilder and wilder with his lips and hands. Then he felt her hands wrap around his cock and begin to stroke and squeeze the swollen organ. Her soft warm hands started to slide up and down the throbbing, veined surface.
While Linda did that, Tom let his mouth roamed over her lean, lovely body. He kissed his way through her damp pubic mat, onto her pussy.
Linda's hips went wild and her groans of delight grew louder and more ardent. Tom got to his knees next to her so she could continue pumping his dick while he ate her. His tongue explored her soft vaginal lips, slid into her, then out. He lashed her clit, which made her squirm and twist. He sucked her clit into his mouth and felt her pushing at his head.
"In me!" Linda moaned. "Tom, please, I want you in me! I...I don't want to come like that!"
Tom slid on top of her and felt her guiding his cock to her quavering opening. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself in her. It felt wonderful!
"I need you so desperately!" Linda groaned. Her legs locked behind his as her middle ground against him. "Ever since yesterday, I...I haven't been able to stop thinking about how good you make me feel! Not even for a minute!"
Tom drove into her, his excitement near fever pitch. This was as exciting as any love-making he'd ever experienced! He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't care! All he cared about was coming and having Linda come with him!
"Now!!! Nowww! Nowwwwwww!!!" Linda cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!! Yessssssssssss!!! Yessssssssssss!!!" She stiffened, quivered, then her body began moving frantically. Her her fingers dug into his arms with a grip so intense it was almost painful. Her snug sleeve rippled around his cock and milked his orgasm from him.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!!! Take...Itttttt!!! Take itttttttt!!!!" Tom groaned, grinding against her, spouting jet after torrid jet of his sauce into her.
"Do..do you think your wife suspects anything because you're staying away so long?" Linda asked as they lay in each other's arms afterward.
"No," Tom replied. "Do you think your husband does?"
She shook her head. "I...I'm not even sure he knows I've been away from home more than usual the last couple of days..." she replied. A pensive look appeared on her face. "I know what we're doing is wrong, but..."
"We can stop any time you want," Tom said.
Linda shook her head. "I...I don't want to stop - God forgive me - but sometimes, I do feel guilty. Don't you?" she asked.
"Sometimes," Tom admitted.
This was the second day they'd spent time together. After their first afternoon and evening of love-making, they both knew they had to see each other again. That's why, the next morning, Tom called his wife and said he wouldn't be home until Monday. After he made the call, he paced as he waited for Linda to arrive.
Tom happened to be looking out of his window when she pulled in, parked her car, got out, and walked to his room, looking nervous. She was wearing black slacks, a white blouse, and a black vest. The blouse had several buttons undone, exposing quite a bit of her lovely chest. He opened the door for her, she came into the room and, after he closed the door, was in his arms.
"How are you this morning?" he asked.
Linda's lovely pale blue eyes looked deep into his. "I...I'm not sure," she replied. "Do...do you ever get over feeling guilty?"
"I...I'm not sure," Tom replied. He began stroking the skin exposed by the open neck of her blouse and felt her shudder.
"Do you have any idea how wonderful it feels when you touch me?" she murmured.
"I have an idea. It probably feels as wonderful as it feels to me," Tom replied. He could feel his cock start to swell and strain in his pants as his fingers stole over her soft, warm flesh. "Want to go make love?"
Linda looked at him and nodded. "Yes!" she sighed and leaned against him. "Even...even though it's wrong."
Tom cupped her petite breasts and squeezed them gently. Linda moaned and pressed against his hands.
"You always make me feel so good," she murmured, her voice so soft he could barely hear it. "So good."
He unbuttoned her blouse and stroked her bra-encased breasts lightly with his fingers. Then, continuing to keep his touch light, he traced his fingers over the skin not covered by her bra. Her hands slid between them and opened his pants. Tom realized that even though Linda might be having feelings of guilt, they apparently weren't going to stop her from making love with him.
Tom shuddered when Linda's hand slipped inside his clothing and wrapped around his swollen cock. It was kind of wild. They were standing by the window and he could see cars passing on the highway. She didn't seem to notice, or if she did, didn't care.
Her bra had a front clasp. Tom got it open and exposed her nipples to his exploring hands. As his fingers twirled the swollen buds, she groaned softly. "God!" she murmured. "Your touch is so wonderful. I can't get over how soft your touch is!"
Tom backed toward the bed, pulling her with him. It wasn't easy, what with his hands mauling her breasts and hers fondling his cock, but they made it.
Once they reached the bed, Tom released her, turned her around, and peeled her clothes off, while she removed his at the same time. When they were naked, they fell on the bed and began serious, passionate explorations of each other's bodies.
