It was just sex. That's what I kept telling myself, "It's just sex!" but every time I said it that little voice in the back of my head said "yeah, but it's REALLY GREAT sex!!"
I'd met him by chance when he was in town for work, and we hit it off straight away. At 42 he was 10 years my senior, he looked fit, with great shoulders and that strong handsome look that some bald men can carry off really well. Most of all he had blue green eyes that locked onto mine and shone with an intensity, an honesty and trust that made me weak at the knees. My marriage had ended a little over two years ago when I caught my husband cheating on me, a couple of meaningless romances later and I was enjoying being single, but horny!
When we met, through a mutual friend, we sparked off each other, laughed, and agreed we should catch up again next time he was in town. I gave him my number, and thought it would be nice to have a new male friend, he was married, with two kids he obviously loved deeply, and I thought he had a lucky wife.
He rang me out of the blue a few weeks later and said his afternoon meeting had been cancelled and before he started the four hour drive back to his home town, he'd love to catch up over a coffee. I was finishing a few chores at home, so gave him my address and quickly cleared up in the 15 minutes or so I thought I had before he would arrive. I was bra-less, in a tube dress and had my hair up when I heard him pull into the drive shortly after, but I figured so what - it's just a coffee and a chat, if we're going to be friends he can take me as he finds me at short notice!
When I opened the door I was surprised, in a well fitting stylish business shirt, suit pants and tie, he was a lot more handsome than I remembered. Then he gave me a big smile with his eyes shining and I knew this was going to be a very hard friendship to keep out of the bedroom!
We sat on the couch and started talking about our days, I asked how his family was (as much to remind me that he was married as out of genuine interest!) and he talked about his kids as only proud and loving dads can. I noticed he didn't mention his wife, and had barely mentioned her last time, so asked how she was. He paused, looked into my face in a way that completely disarmed me, and started to talk deeply and honestly about the troubles in his relationship, his wife's emotional and physical distance from him since their second child was born and how he had struggled to reconcile his attraction to me with his love for his family.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, or thinking. My own husband had cheated on me, yet here I was, feeling sorry for this lovely guy because he was committed to his family but needed a physical and intimate relationship that he clearly had not had with his wife for 5 years! I don't know how he did it, but the combination of honesty, his physical presence and the way he started to tell me how gorgeous I was (after I had just finished doing the housework!!) had me wanting to melt into his arms!
We sat in silence for a minute and he drew a deep breath, then looked up into my eyes. It was that magic moment, when a cord of pure energy links your souls through your gaze, I couldn't turn away, as we moved closer together, holding for an instant just millimetres apart, daring each other to pull back, savouring the smell and warmth of each other, sharing a breath, until our lips met. He kissed me softly, almost chastely, lips gently quivering, until I pushed more firmly onto his, leaned into him and let my tongue run across his top lip.
He pulled back for a moment, I opened my eyes to see if something was wrong, "God," I thought "don't let him regret that, don't let him back out now!". He just stared into my eyes, smiling, brushed my hair from my face and murmured that the hadn't had a kiss like that for years.
"That's nothing!" I said, and throwing my arms around him, crushed his lips with mine until he opened his mouth and I could drive my tongue in. He kissed me back hungrily now, his arms tight around me, pulling me to him and soon we were lying on the couch, he under me and my breasts firm against his chest.
I could feel his cock hardening against me and wriggled my hips against it - this kissing had got me hotter than I had been for ages, and I wanted him to know it. When he paused for a breath, I stood up, took his hand and lead him silently to the bedroom. He trailed behind me, when I looked back over my shoulder and caught him staring at my bum, he just smiled and said how beautiful I was.
"Flatterer!" I scolded him.
"No," he replied.
Holding my hand tight he stopped so suddenly I almost stumbled as he looked down into my eyes and simply said "you are so beautiful."
If I hadn't already been ready to screw his brains out, that would have melted any resistance I had left!
I pulled him onto the bed and he started kissing my neck, ears, throat, eyelids, everywhere but my mouth, making me gasp and moan as his hands started to explore my body. I'm no skinny waif, but I'm fit, and far from fat too, so when he pulled my top down to expose my full breasts he gasped, smiled and started to lick and suck each nipple until they were hard and I was about to start touching myself I was so wet!
I pulled his mouth back to mine and we kissed hungrily, deeply and lustfully. I rolled over on top of him and quickly I pulled my dress up over my head so I was straddling him, with only my panties on. Looking down I could see him gazing up with longing in his eyes. I started on his tie and shirt buttons, which made him giggle as I accidentally tickled his hairy chest, I jiggled back and felt his hard cock, through the fabric of his trousers and my panties, pressing against my hot pussy. I leaned down to kiss him and he hugged me close.
Holding me tight he rolled us over, kissing my lips, throat, down my cleavage and over my tummy, I knew where he was heading and could hardly wait. Quickly I slipped my hand down to the elastic of my panties and wiggled them off, giving him full permission and access to the centre of my passion.