A navigating woman.
How an affair saved my marriage.
This is a true story, along time ago. This was the first and last time I had someone other than my wife.
My daughter was born about 4 months before this took place. My wife took a 6-month leave from her work to "bond with the child", but almost every waking moment she was with the child. So, in effect, she "un-bonded" with me, by being "too tired" or "no, I am still sore down there", etc., etc. Time to get out the old Playboys and Hustler magazines I have hidden.
Myself: 5-7, 145, 5 1/2 to 6", I was not muscular, but not skinny either. One word description: average. I did not stand out in a crowd. I wore glasses.
I was active in a boating safety organization and am a Merchant Marine licensed Master Captain. In our boating safety class, we had about 50, a mix of couples and men. However, there was one single woman, I guessed, in her 30s, who was small and short, like 5', maybe 90#, very cute, brunet pixie hair-do collar length, seemed to be in good shape, but very small chest, as in teacup size. However, the rest of her was what women are supposed to look like. (Today, this would be called a size 0.) As my daytime job as a technologist, I would say nothing there more than what was necessary.
I had finished the class on boat handling, and was putting away the materials when she walked in. She walked up to me and said her car broke down, but she needed this course and class for a job operating a local "scenic tour boat" (A 6 passenger, pontoon boat on a local private lake). I said, "let me put this stuff away and I think I could catch you up".
I went over the previous lessons homework, and touched the high points of my lecture, and she asked the right questions showing she did read over that chapter. I said to "read it again and do the homework, and I will see you next week."
She said "Thank you. You are a nice guy. Can I pay you?"
"Not necessary. I enjoy teaching and when students want to learn, so much more so."
Next week was the navigation and piloting class, in which had actual paper chart work done. She was absent. Next day I called her and she said that she still had car problems. I said you should have called me as I go down that main road near you and could have picked you up. She said, "are you busy Saturday afternoon?" "No"
"Here's my address and can you come and teach me, as the job starts in two weeks?" I checked my schedule and said OK.
I got there after noon, and had all my lesson stuff. I gave an abbreviated lecture, which she seemed to follow and we did the chart work. Her part was perfect. She got out some soft drinks and we talked. She was 35, and was a hospital nurse for 12 years. Along the way, her husband divorced her, and she went into a rut. She gained a lot of weight (read-- fat), got an attitude and because of the two; she only had 12 dates in the last 3 years. She decided to re-invent herself, lost the weight and the attitude. She quit her job. She said the stress from nursing, was unbearable so that's why she wanted to operate a boat, which paid 1/2 of what she was making.
I said I was in electro-mechanical engineering, so teaching boating safety and my sense of humor, was my escape valve. We talked some more and she said, "I have a tinge in my lower back, would you mind massaging it. I will instruct you." "OK"
As she lay down on her couch she took off her tee shirt and was bra-less, however, as said before, not much there anyway. She could not be arrested for indecent exposure; lack of evidence. I straddled her with me on my knees over her thighs. She directed me to her lower back and to the area needing it. I worked the muscles up and down and she started to purr. She said follow that muscle down further. So I went to the top of her shorts, "Daisy Dukes" denim. "Lower" "I cant, shorts start there." She pushed her but up, and took down the zipper, and pushed them down a bit. I worked her upper Glutes and she purred louder. She pushed them down now until they were below that tight little ass, and without panties, I could see her pussy, as it was wet and dripping, and the sex smell,.
I said "Are you sure that a massage is all you want?"
"I like you, your a very nice guy, you did not make remarks about my small chest, or come on to me. If you want me, I am yours"
"I am married, and intend to stay so."
"This stays between us. I don't want to break up your marriage; I just want some loving. Sort of why buy the bull when all I want is the sausage."
I reached down and put my finger into her pussy, and rubbed up and down for a bit. She got wetter. I said "What the hell." and took her shorts completely off. She turned around and put her hand over my now hard dick, thru my pants, and said "I'll take that as a yes."
She unsnapped the top, took my pants and boxers down and I kicked them off. I kicked off my loafers, and very shortly we both were naked. She was on the couch and since her apartment was a one-room studio style, the bed was close to us. I picked her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. (I am not a 6-pack abs, 200# of muscle; but she was 90# and easily carried). I started tongue kissing her, and worked my way down to her tits. I sucked on them and her purring got louder. I worked my way to her love tunnel, and licked the slit up and down without putting my tongue in. She lifted her head and said, "What are you doing. I've never had that before but I approve. Feels wonderful."
