Helen pressed her naked body against Tom's warm flesh as she basked in the afterglow of so many incredible orgasms that she was exhausted. She couldn't get enough of this man even though she knew it was wrong. Not only was he eight years younger, but both of them were married to other people.
Helen had never cheated on her husband until now and wondered if the same was true for Tom. Not that it mattered. She was enjoying the most incredible sexual experience of her life and didn't want to know if she was just another conquest. Tomorrow she would have to return to the real world, but for the moment she was going to enjoy herself.
Her journey into adultery began earlier that day when she and Tom shared a taxi from the airport to the hotel. Helen was flattered when he invited her for a drink. He seemed like a gentleman and she craved the attention. It had been a long time since any man, including her husband, had made her feel worthy of a second glance, much less an attractive man several years her junior.
Tom suggested dinner. Helen was enjoying herself and accepted. It was harmless and would end soon enough, she thought. She deserved a brief escape from her boring life as a housewife, mother and business accountant. Several glasses of wine later Helen found herself babbling about her hopes, dreams and regrets. Tom was a good listener.
After dinner Tom walked her to the door of her room and kissed her on the cheek. Helen felt shivers run through her body. She was alive for the first time in many years. She could feel her nipples swell to the point of bursting and knew she was already wet between the legs. When he said goodbye she walked into the room dizzy with wonder at how he had affected her like this.
Helen made a call home to say hi to the kids. After showering she looked at her naked body in the mirror. At thirty-eight her pear-shaped tits still had their youthful bounce. Her tummy bulged a little from bearing three kids but she could still wear a bikini without feeling embarrassed. She turned and admired her best feature. Her ass cheeks were creamy smooth and round.
Helen stood facing the mirror and glanced down at her pussy. Her mind went back to Tom. She let her fingers slide through the soft curls covering her mound until they touched the moist folds of her womanhood. A fingertip found her clit. Her breathing increased. Helen moved her other hand to her breast and tweaked a nipple. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Room service," a muffled voice boomed from the hallway.
Helen quickly pulled on a bathrobe. She was sure she hadn't ordered anything. When she opened the door she stood speechless as she stared at Tom holding a bottle of Champagne and two glasses.
"I had such a good time tonight that i was hoping we could have a nightcap, but if you want me to leave I will," he told her with an apologetic look on his face. "I know this is more than a little presumptuous."
Yes it was, Helen thought to herself. It was one thing to have a drink and even dinner, but to invite a man she barely knew into her room was stepping across a dangerous and highly inappropriate line, particularly a man who was the object of her soon to be masturbation fantasy. The tingling in her loins grew even more powerful now that he stood before her. Helen opened her mouth to speak.
"Uh... yes, come in," she stammered wondering how these words came out of her mouth when it clearly wasn't what she meant to say. What was she doing?
He poured them each a glass. They toasted and sipped the bubbly aphrodisiac. Helen quickly drained hers. Tom took her glass and put it on the night stand along with his. His hand reached behind her body and pulled her closer. Helen was trembling. She knew this was all wrong. Why couldn't she stop it?
Her frightened brown eyes met his soft blue reassuring eyes. Tom moved his face towards hers tilting his head until their lips met. Helen closed her eyes and opened her mouth to allow his probing tongue to mingle with hers. Her arms went around his neck as Tom pulled her body tighter to his.
Helen felt like she was back in high school. A desperate tingling rushed through her loins. Her legs felt weak as her body melted into his. Everything was spinning out of control. Part of her still wanted to push him away but she knew this was a one-time chance to find some passion that she so desperately needed.
Tom opened her robe. His hand squeezed the naked flesh of her soft breast. She trembled when he pinched her swollen nipple. His lips moved down to her neck. His teeth gently raked the sensitive skin. Helen threw her head back and gasped. He kissed up to her ear and pushed his tongue into it.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Tom whispered.
Helen shook her head and uttered a barely audible 'no'. She felt his hand slide down her stomach and between her legs. His finger opened the moist petals of her womanhood and rubbed up and down her juicy gash. Helen gasped when his fingertip rubbed her clit. Then two fingers curled up into her steamy passage.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh..."
It had been so long since a man had put his fingers in her like this. The monthly sessions with her husband consisted primarily of him climbing on top, sticking his cock in her pussy and filling her with cum, all in less than three minutes. She couldn't remember the last time he had given her an orgasm.
Helen humped her leaking pussy against Tom's thrusting fingers. Wet squishing sounds filled the air along with her gasps and moans. When his thumb brushed across her clit Helen grasped his shoulders tightly. Her body trembled. A squeal escaped from her throat.
Tom lowered Helen to the bed. Her robe fell open exposing her naked body. He dropped to his knees and pushed her legs back spreading her thighs. Seconds later his mouth covered her swollen mound. His tongue pushed into her steamy hole. Helen threw her head back and gasped. So many years had passed since anyone had done this to her. She arched her back and tried to muffle a squeal.
"Oh god... mmmmppppphhhhh..."
His tongue moved against her clit sending shivers through her body. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and dug them around inside her steamy passage. Helen could feel the pressure building in her tummy. She grasped the bedspread with her hands and threw her head back. His fingers hit a spot up under her pelvic bone that set off a chain reaction in her body.
"Oh... oh no... UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH... AAAAAAYYYYYYYEEEE..."