Chapter 2: Workshop in Lust
The powerful sexual attraction between Karen and me continued to grow over the next few months. Our shared intimacy, which had saved our lives in the collapsed building ("My Secretary Ch. 01: Survival by Lust"), now threatened to drive me insane. Whenever I made love to Lori, my wife, I pretended that she was Karen and my climaxes were longer and more powerful than any I had experienced before Karen and I had been trapped. Several times I had barely managed to change a scream of "Karen!" into unintelligible sounds as I ejaculated. I could even see Karen's face on Lori's body as I pumped in and out of her! How much longer could this go on?
Finally fortune smiled on Karen and me - again. Our state system of universities devised workshops for department heads and their secretaries, and our university agreed to send eight pairs of us to it. An overnight stay in a hotel was required because of the distance form our campus. Karen and I were among those chosen. I found colleagues to cover my classes, and Karen and I were off for a Thursday-Friday, two- day workshop, out of town, away from our families.
Karen and I rode in a university car with another department head and her secretary, and the drive was pure torture! Not only was I the only male in the car, but Karen and I were both extremely aroused by our chance to finally make love. Of course we had to conceal our lust from the other women in the car, and that made it even more exciting! When we were sharing the back seat during part of the trip, my tented pants amused Karen, although all she did was glance at my problem and grin. Both of the other women flirted with me and Karen joined in, adding to my rigid and stiff arousal and discomfort.
After we checked in, we attended meetings all day Thursday. Some were for department heads with separate meetings for secretaries, and some meetings had us all together. That evening we were on our own for dinner, and Karen and I went out with two other "teams." We didn't get back to our hotel until after 8:00 P.M.. Although we had to be up-and-going by 9:00 A.M. the following morning, there was a bright side. Karen and I had conspired to get adjoining rooms in the hotel. When I had suggested this idea to Karen, her face had turned crimson and her breathing had changed. Then she had looked at me and grinned! I could feel her excitement as our eyes locked! "I told you so! I told you it was possible!" She had whispered.
I had a beer with another department head in the lobby bar before heading to my room, thereby giving Karen time to get to her room without anyone seeing us together, either in the elevator or hallway. As soon as I locked my door behind me, I unlocked the connecting door and rapped gently on Karen's. She opened her door in a matter of seconds. She was wearing a thigh-length nightshirt and slippers, while I was still in my shirt and tie. We stared at each other's faces for several seconds. Questions were asked and silently answered as we gazed into each other's eyes. If what I saw in her eyes was also what she saw in mine . . .
It was! We reached out and grabbed each other. I pulled Karen into my room as we kissed. I pulled her nightshirt over her head and off, and she kicked off her slippers leaving her naked before me. As we clung together, I moved my hands over her body, trying to touch her everywhere. Karen pulled at my clothes and quickly stripped me. We kissed hungrily, our hands touching and rubbing everywhere we could reach. We were grunting and moaning at each touch.
Our erotic attraction was obviously not based upon our appearances! Karen had stretch marks on her breasts and belly, attesting to the two children she had borne and nursed. Her breasts, though somewhere between a C- and D-cup were noticeably beginning to sag. Varicose veins stood out on her thighs. We were both thick-waisted with little pot bellies and love handles on our hips. My muscles were no longer firm and they sagged. We looked our ages.
"This is wrong, you know." I said. "A sin. What we did before was probably necessary to survive. That's the only time . . . I've never been unfaithful to Lori. But I want you so much! But we could just touch each other with our hands if you don't want to cheat on Chris. We could just sleep together, naked like we are now."
Our breathing was getting faster and harder. "I was a virgin bride, Bill. Chris is the only man who's ever had his penis inside me. Until now. I want to feel yours inside me tonight! I don't care if it's adultery! I'll confess it to the priest later!"
"I've got some condoms. I didn't have time to put one on earlier. Shall I . . ."
"No! I felt your seed on my hands so many times! I want to feel it coming out of you inside me!"
"But if you get pregnant . . ."
"I'll risk it, dammit! I just finished my period, so we should be safe. If you get me knocked up, we'll deal with it. But for God's sake, shut up and fuck me before I go out of my mind!"
Karen wrapped herself around me, trapping my upright penis against her abdomen. She reached between us and pointed my penis down so that it was rubbing against her thick, dark pubic hair. She kissed me hard. Her hips rubbed back and forth against my penis. She began to gasp and moan really loudly.
I reached between us and cupped Karen's pussy with my hand. I gently squeezed it, putting pressure on her clitoris as I pushed against her with different fingers. Her juices quickly soaked my hand. She began to make little cries. I recognized them from our experience in the rubble as her build-up to orgasm. I pulled my hand away, and pushed her back onto my bed.
Karen scooted herself up the bed, never taking her eyes off mine. She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs, presenting herself to me. She was gasping, "I'm ready! I'm really ready!" The appearance of her pussy confirmed this. Her labia were dark red and swollen, and her juices glistened on them.
I knelt between Karen's thighs and placed my penis against her wet slit. "I've heard you climax, and I've felt your orgasms against my stomach. I saw you come when I rubbed your nipples in the hospital. Now I want to watch your face as you come with me inside you!" I whispered. I leaned on top of her and kissed her.
Karen immediately reached down with her right hand and gave my penis a familiar squeeze. She pressed the head of my penis into her vagina. I saw her pupils dilate and she gave out a sharp gasp as her vagina squeezed tightly around the head of my penis. There's no describing that incredible sensation when a woman seizes the head of your penis for the first time that way!
Karen held me for several seconds, squeezing the head of my penis with her vagina and gripping the top of the shaft with her labia. Then she wrapped her legs around my thighs and pulled me completely into her. She was slippery and wet, but very loose and open, much more so than Lori. "Oh, yes! I'm ready!" She moaned.
As our pubic hair smashed together, I began to twist from side to side, rubbing myself against her clitoris. Karen was quickly right at the brink. She repeated her usual pre-orgasmic cries, and I felt her climax begin. She leaned her head back and her eyelids fluttered. Her vagina began to tighten on my penis, and I felt rhythmic pulses as her orgasm built. I could feel her abdomen starting to tremble. She gave her short cry, "OOH!" And then I moved inside her.
Karen's orgasm became more intense. She cried "OOH!" And then again "OOH!" and her entire body began to tremble and shake. I pressed myself as hard as I could against her. Her eyes were now only half-open, and her mouth was twisted into a grimace. She continued to cry out, over and over as her body shook.
Karen's orgasm began to wind down, and when she suddenly took several deep breaths I realized she had been holding her breath. Her trembling gradually subsided. Her feet fell back against the bed, and she was no longer pulling me against her. "God! Oh God! If that's what adultery is, no wonder it's a sin! God! That felt so wonderful! I couldn't even hold back my screams!" She gasped. She pulled me down and kissed me passionately.
I had barely managed to keep from ejaculating. Karen knew I hadn't climaxed, too. "As long as we're going to be adulterers, I want to feel your seed in my womb. I got caught up in that unbelievable orgasm and forgot that my vagina is stretched out from having kids. Whew! Give me a minute or two to recover, and let's do that again! This time I'll remember to squeeze you!"
