The Married Woman

I met Laura on Craig's List. She responded to an ad I posted looking for, "a curvy woman older than me interested in a casual, but committed, friends-with-benefits relationship" yadda yadda yadda. I was 25 at the time, starting my second semester of graduate school and living in a tiny studio apartment after breaking up with my long-term girlfriend the previous summer. I had a flexible work and school schedule and was looking for someone with daytime flexibility for meetings, which worked well with Laura's schedule.

Laura was married, but very unhappy in her relationship, she explained. She was 37 with two kids, but she and her husband had grown apart during their marriage which really exposed itself after a multi-year health issue took sex off the table for Laura; even though she was more than a year in recovery, her husband was not interested in her sexually. She worked downtown, but lived in the suburbs, and she liked that my place was close to her office for midday encounters.

We spent nearly two weeks emailing each other, multiple times a day, sometimes multiple times an hour, discussing everything we could think about, both platonic and sexual, before we made a plan to meet. In one of my emails, I mentioned wanting to see the new rotating exhibit at the city's art museum, and she bought tickets for us through her membership. We agreed to meet at 11:30am on Saturday after she put in a couple hours at the office, and I was standing at our agreed-upon meeting spot at 11:27 when I saw her crossing the street towards me.

It was early January, and not particularly warm outside, so after a quick introductory hug, we proceeded inside. We fell into easy conversation immediately, like we were two old friends reconnecting. We worked through the coat check line, and through the official entrance where Laura presented our tickets without our conversation stalling for one moment. I started to steal quick glances at her body - especially her breasts - while we started to walk through the main gallery.

Laura mentioned, more than once, that I may not find her physically attractive given her size, even though my ad was specifically targeting curvy women. I understood that to mean her health issues had caused her to gain weight, but she had this pixie hipster vibe that was popular at the time, and I found her irresistible.

She had wavy, slightly longer than shoulder length red hair that was so deep and rich I had to confirm with her later that she dyed it darker than her natural color. Her makeup was done immaculately with cat-like eyeliner and bright red lips with 50s style glasses that were black-and-white checkerboard on the outside, but almost lime green on the inside. Her Chuck Taylor's told me she would be comfortable standing next to me at a punk rock show, while her more designer jeans and lavender sweater are what I expected a downtown lawyer to wear into the office on a Saturday. She was only 5'6" tall, and given the massive size of her breasts, I was able to peak down into her cleavage throughout our journey.

I felt nervous being in public in Laura -- what if she knew someone here? -- so we maintained a close distance, but didn't hold hands or do anything outwardly, although I was aching to touch her. I would steal a heavy breath of her perfume when I could, and brush my body against hers deliberately as others pressed in close in busy rooms. I wanted to touch her so badly, and I was forced to conceal my large erection throughout our hour-long stroll through the museum.

Our conversation never broke, and I found myself more and more attracted to her personality as much as her body. Finally we got to the special exhibit which required us, in part, to walk through a maze in relative darkness. The second we entered the darkened room, I reached out and slid my arm around Laura's waist as we were standing next to each other and she reached out with her far hand to grasp my arm tightly.

She leaned in closer to my embrace and whispered in my ear, "I've been dying for you to touch me,"

To which I replied, "me too" and reached over to kiss the top of her forehead. We continued on our journey with our hands locked together, her body pressed up close to mine. As we turned a corner, I realized we were completely alone in this section, and leaned down to press my lips against hers for our first kiss. It was quick with just a light touching of tongues, but it was very passionate and left me wanting more of her. As we emerged from the exhibit still holding hands closely, she whispered into my ear, " Do you want to get out of here?" and I couldn't drag her to the entrance fast enough.

We got into the first cab at the taxi stand for the short ride across downtown to my apartment, basically sitting in each other's laps with our hands locked together through the whole car ride. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but had to wait the excruciatingly short drive to my place. Laura paid the meter without even looking to me and we walked into my building together hand-in-hand.

We kissed throughout the entirety of the short elevator ride up to my floor, and I couldn't get my hands on her fast enough as we entered my apartment. I moved aside to let her in first, which gave me the perfect opportunity to grab her ass as soon as she entered and start kissing and nibbling on her neck, her quickly spinning around and us locking lips in a full kiss for the first time.

We struggled to get our coats off, never taking our lips off each other, and I helped her across the short couple of steps to my bed where I let her sit down and collect her breath. I offered my guest a drink, and moved into the kitchen to make us both a paloma while she started sifting through the books I left on a chair next to my bed. She asked if I had in marijuana available and referenced the box on the coffee table by my couch. I brought our drinks over to the couch and sat next to her while she completed packing the bowl, offering me the first hit which I, in turn, offered back to her as my guest. Then I ran my right hand along her inner thigh and gave it a few squeezes while she inhaled and passed to me.

She began peppering me with questions about one of the books I was reading for school - I guess she had read it, too - as I started taking off my shoes and socks, then my long sleeve layer. She asked me if she should start getting naked, and I responded that I could help her, so she stood and I helped her remove her lavender sweater and jeans until she was left in just a tank top, bra and panties. To be equal, I slid my jeans off and she let out a coughing exhale as my hard cock came into view, a large dollop of precome already soaked into my boxer briefs. She held the bowl in one hand and squeezed my hard cock with the other while I moaned.

"Wow, that thing is huge" she said in amazement, squeezing my hard cock in her hand through the thin fabric before running up and down its length.

"You've seen it before," I kidded, "I sent you a lot of pictures of me naked."

"Oh, I know, but there's something entirely different seeing it in person like this," she replied, grabbing my waist band with both hands and sliding my boxer briefs about half-way down my thighs, exposing my rock hard cock for her. She took another hit of the bowl while slowly stroking my cock from base to tip, tip to base, over and over again.

She learned forward and took just the tip into her mouth, sloshing her tongue over my sensitive cock head a few times before removing it from her mouth with a loud pop sound and reaffixing my underwear to their natural position.

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with that," she said, pretty satisfied, handing the bowl over to me and leaning forward to grab her paloma. I sat down next to her, taking the bowl from her, and reaching with my other hand between her legs to cup her panty-covered vagina. I could feel the heat radiating from her sex.

"Does it make you wet to suck my cock?" I asked her.

"I've been wet since I first saw you standing outside the museum. The first time you touched me in that room, I soaked myself."

I didn't say anything, but leaned in for a kiss, our tongues locking together in a passionate dance while I moved my hand from her crotch to her large left breast which overflowed the sides of my hand. I am a breast guy, which may also go some ways to explaining my sexual interest in curvy women.

We broke our kiss to finish the bowl and our drinks, our hands roaming each other's bodies as our talk turned more sexual in nature. Once she finished her drink, I stood up, offered her my two hands up off the couch and led her the short distance to my bed. I playfully pushed her onto her back, and sank to my knees on the bed between her open legs. I grabbed at her panties aggressively with my two hands and nearly ripped them down her thighs while she scooted around to help me remove them completely.

Her pussy was shaved bare - I was hoping to find a patch of red hair to devour - and as she spread her legs opening more of it to me, I could see how wet with desire she was. I'm a pleaser in bed, and nothing turns me on more than having a woman open herself up and invite me in.

"I can see how wet you are," I said lustily.

She did nothing but moan in response, thrusting her pussy skyward towards me a little bit. I licked my left thumb and ran it over her engorged clit a couple times, her hips coming to meet my touch.

"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" I asked, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Oh god, yesss, please I need you to" she begged in response, and so I wasted no time in pretense and moved my mouth to her clit, then snaked my tongue out and started figure-8 patterns over her clit. She thrashed her hips at my tongue's presence, and soon we were in a dance of patterns between my tongue and her moving hips until she violently flung herself against the bed and squeezed my head in a vice-like manner between her thighs, signaling her first orgasm.

She had told me over email that she was multi-orgasmic, so I didn't slow down my pace after her initial orgasm. She did, eventually, release her tight hold on my head with her thighs to let me sit up and admire her. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing heavily, and her vagina shone with her wetness. She opened her eyes to find me, reaching out my hand to grab my hand to encourage me to return to her, so I adjusted my hips slightly and slid down the bed until I was laying flat on my stomach with my face right at her opening. I resumed my oral assault, this time starting with large, flat-tongued licks from opening to clit, sometimes stopping to stick my tongue inside her vaginal opening, slowly licking up the sides of her inner lips down the opposite side, sometimes avoiding her clit and sometimes stopping to dance my tongue over it in swirls as I shifted my neck and body to attack her pussy at different angles and tempos.

Her pussy tasted delightful, and I kept up my oral assault as she rolled through her second, and then third, orgasm. After the third, her breathing slowed noticeably and I slowed my pace, taking shorter, more concentrated licks and kisses inside her pussy. Then I sat up on my knees, feeling my beard coated in her pussy juices, sucking them into my mouth in a loud way. She leaned her head up to lock eyes with mine, while I slowly started rubbing my middle and ring finger along her vagina opening, slowly sliding them in bit by bit, removing them again, rubbing her opening again.

I continued this dance with my two fingers around her opening while she withered and moaned on the bed underneath me. She was grasping at her still bra-enclosed breasts as I pushed my two fingers all the way into her, curling them a bit and pressing against her g-spot a few times before uncurling my fingers and slowing finger fucking her a few times. I removed my fingers from her and looked her in the eyes as I brought them to my mouth. She reached out to grab my other arm, to pull me in closer, but I held firm and started rubbing her vagina again with my newly licked fingers again. I shifted my hips back again, and my tongue and lips were soon to join my fingers in a final oral assault on her vagina.

This time, she narrated her feelings and emotions for me as her orgasm neared, described the sensations as they bubbled and screamed my name as it began to wash over her. Her vagina responded as well, as she soaked my fingers and down onto my bed with her powerful orgasm, the sloushing sounds of my fingers fucking her picking up as she rolled through wave after wave of pleasure. When she was done, this time, she indicated she needed a break and asked me to bring her some water. When I returned, much to my delight, she had removed her tank-top and bra and was writhing around in my now wet-stained sheets groping her breasts. I watched her for a minute, squeezing my hard cock in one hand, while offering her the water with my other. She sat up, taking the water from me and draining half the glass in one swing. She offered it back to me, then reached into my waistband and pulled my boxer briefs all the way down my legs, giving me room to step out of them, before she grasped my hard cock in one hand, slid off the bed and took half of my 7" of thick cock into her cold mouth.

I jumped a bit at the sensation, but she grabbed my cock tighter and started moving up and down on the top third of my cock. I was so turned on from this morning and eating her out, that I was quickly into, "oh fuck I'm going to come" territory which just spurred her on more. Soon I was crying out that I was coming, trying to pull my cock out of her mouth to save her the reality of shooting down her throat. But she held me tighter and pumped my cock until I unleashed a torrent of come down her throat, an initial moan from her lips as I started to ejaculate followed by her working hard to swallow my entire load, and extract the last few bits from my cock head. When she was done, she kissed my balls a couple times, likely to let her finish swallowing my load, before wiping her lips and looking up at me with a giant smile on her face.

I leaned down to kiss her, wanting to thank her for the amazing blowjob, but also to taste myself on her lips. I squeezed her now exposed tits as we kissed, her leaning up on her knees and me bent over her. She never took her hand off my cock, and I never lost my erection.