It had been a hot afternoon performing with the orchestra at the rest home. Most of the players left quickly as they wanted to get home quickly for a cold drink.
I stayed behind with one of the other members to finish packing up. We were quite close and shared a lot about our personal lives while we chatted.
Marie was a few years older than me but was still very beautiful and had an amazing body. She was married but to an absolute jerk of a man. We quite often discussed her situation after our practice evenings which usually ended with a big comforting hug.
After we had finished packing up all the sound equipment we stood beside our cars and began to have our usual chat. Today Marie was quite emotional about how her life was turning out. I comforted her as best I could and gave her a big hug. She didn't seem to want to let go of me so I squeezed her close to me, my chin resting on her shoulder. Her long blonde hair was pressed against my cheek and I could smell the floral scent of her hair products. Finally she released her hold on me and took a small step back. I could see a tear rolling down her cheek. I instinctively reached out my hand and wiped it away. She took my hand and quietly said "do you love me Brian?" This took me a bit by surprise as even though in our messages and texts we finished them 'with love', it was only meant as friends. I did care for Marie deeply but she was married, even if it was to an absolute douche-bag.
I looked into Marie's eyes and said "you know I love you as one of my closest friends". Marie looked back at me and squeezed my hand. "I haven't had any physical love for a very long time" she said as another tear rolled down her cheek. "What about Richard", I replied. "He doesn't even hug me like you do, let alone anything else", Marie said quietly. More tears rolled down her face, so I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. "I want you," she sobbed into my ear. "Are you sure?" I asked tentatively, not sure of what I should do in this situation. Marie truely was a very beautiful woman with a body most guys would fantasise about. I had many times dreamed about scenarios in which Marie and I got together, masturbating to these thoughts and cumming very hard.
"I need you to do this for me.........please" she pleaded. I looked into her eyes and saw the desperation, "please" she said again. "Only if you are sure", I responded, not breaking eye contact. Marie nodded and whispered "I'm so sure. You have been so good to me over the years, now I am going to repay your kindness and pleasure us both". I could not believe Marie was talking this way. She had always been quite conservative with the way she acted and dressed and this felt totally different.