The events and conversations in this story are true, the names have been changed to protect our privacy.
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The first time a woman goes into a hotel room with a man, she is under a great deal of stress. The man is larger, stronger and she has no idea of how he is going to act, once he has her alone. Added to this, is the stress that Maggie was going through by leaving her comfort zone of marriage and crossing the line into infidelity.
Her passions were satisfied. She was now free from all of her previous tensions and stress. We were laying on our backs, regaining our strength, listening to Marvin Gaye singing, "Light My Fire," when Maggie giggled a little. I turned on my side to her saying, "What?"
She turned to me and burst into laughter. She tried to say something by pointing her finger at me and saying, "You" but was overcome again by her laughter. When she finally was able to speak, she said, "We just made beautiful love together and yet, an hour ago, out there in your car, if I had a frying pan in my hand, I would have brained you with it. I was so angry. You don't tell a woman that you're taking her on a date, pick her up and drive straight to a hotel. It's not done that way. You wine and dine her first."
She then told me what she had been thinking in the car when I first parked. "Mag?" I said, "I did wine and dine you. Friday night I bought you dinner, we danced and I bought you a drink."
"No, no." She replied, "That was five days ago. Doesn't count and what would you have done, if I said, take me back to my car?"
With a smile, I answered her, "I would have said OK but let's go have a cup of coffee first. Then over coffee, I would have persuaded you to come back here. Of course, half the night would have been shot by then."
She was now lying on her tummy and I was rubbing her back with my hand. She said, "Mmmm, that feels good."
"Oh, here. Let me do it better," I said as I straddled her body. She was now between my legs and I rested my haunches on the backs of her thighs with my cock resting along the crack of her buttocks.
While massaging her back, I could feel my arousal beginning to take control of me again. My cock demanding to be back in that warm place inside of her. The Turtles were singing, "You show me what you do, exactly what you do." Then Maggie softly said, "You showed me what to do." For the rest of my life, whenever I hear that song, I recall every detail of that first night with Maggie.
She was now all open and moist for me. The song went on as I pushed myself up into her from behind. This time, I lasted a longer time until we were on the verge of climax. Maggie's legs were together between mine. She then bent one leg back and jammed the heel of her foot in between my buttocks to my anus causing me to ejaculate copiously.
We lay there in the spoon position, her back to me with my arms around her. I felt so drained of energy and semen but so, so gratified.
"Where did you learn to do that little number with your heel," I asked. She replied, "In a movie. When we were young, sometimes my husband would bring home a sex movie and we would watch it together. Back then we use to do a lot of things together. I guess we just drifted apart. I was busy with the kids and he was busy with his job. Maybe it was more like we were pulled apart."
Maggie began feeling melancholy about the loss of her relationship with her husband. Some how, I had to change the mood. "Hey Look!," I said, "I had promised you a cup of coffee and now that I have you settled in, I'm going to run next store and get it." After some protesting, that she didn't want any, she agreed to a cup of tea with lemon.
I got dressed to leave and as I was unlocking the door, she called to me, "Jack! Wait." She had been sitting up in bed resting her back against the headboard with the sheets covering her lap. Maybe it was the song playing on the radio that motivated her. Peter, Paul and Mary singing, "I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane."
She got out of the bed and came toward me. It was the first time I saw her naked from a distance. Like when you're at a museum and you have to step back to admire a work of art. Seeing her nude form in perspective, I thought to myself, "My God how beautiful she is. So many pebbles and stones on the beach and I found a diamond. How can I ever describe her beauty? How can I ever describe the beauty in the Venus of Milo?" I thought of that artwork because of the similarity between Maggie's breasts and those of the Venus.
When Maggie is dressed and in her high heels, she is a mature, sophisticated woman but now that she is bare footed and nude, she appears to be like a young teenage girl, innocent, pure, and so vulnerable.
