Woman Enjoys Parachuting Too Much

I was now regretting signing up for three parachute jumps. I have never been a big thrill seeker but my husband had challenged me. He teased me that he had booked me in with a man named Pierre and he knew how sexy I found men with a French accent. The plane was circling and I was told we had a short window of time when we had to jump. I was terrified and told Pierre that I could not jump. He was very patient with me saying my reaction was not unusual. I refuse to jump when the time came and Pierre said they could only circle one more time.

When I met Pierre on the ground I was surprised that he was quite short, no taller than me, but very strongly built. I had been gutted when he opened his mouth and talked in a strong London/southern accent. Where had my sexy French man gone? He was not great looking but did have a lovely smile.

When the plane had returned to the drop zone I could barely stand up I was so scared. My heart was beating 200 times a minute, my mouth was dry and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. I thought I would explode. As he almost dragged me out of the plane I held my breath and within a couple of seconds my body did explode. I exploded into a devastating orgasm. Pierre was holding me from behind and I was thrusting and shaking in exactly the same way as I usually do when having an orgasm. I also heard myself screaming and moaning. I prayed that Pierre would not hear me, which was highly likely as the noise of the air rushing past us was very loud. I took very little else in during the jump as my orgasm was all consuming. When Pierre had gathered the chute he returned to me with a huge smile on his face.

"I think you enjoyed that very much. Am I right?"

My face and half of my body went bright red before I realized he might have been referring to the thrill of the jump and not my orgasm. I spluttered something about it being a wonderful experience but very frightening. As we returned to the building he indicated a room where I could get changed. He did unclip my harness and took it off leaving me in the not very flattering all in one suit. When I got out of the suit I only had a tee shirt and my knickers on. My knickers were wedged deep and when I did retrieve them they were so soaked through I put them in my bag and went without. We agreed a time for the next week for my second jump.

I hoped it would be so much easier the next week but I was wrong. My body was in exactly the same state as we exited to plane. A small part of me hoped I would orgasm again but although my body was very aroused by the thrill of the jump it did not happen. The first thing Pierre said to me on the ground was.

"I hope that although it was clearly not as exciting as the first time I hope you enjoyed it."

The previous week I thought that he had not known about my orgasm but now what he said and his lovely smile told me otherwise. When we arrived back at the building I walked into the same room as the previous week. This time Pierre followed me. After shutting the door he turned to me and unclipped the last strap. He then stood back inviting me to reciprocate, which I did. He then took hold of the zip of my suit. He did not pull it down but hesitated. I knew how little I was wearing underneath it and the significance of allowing him to unzip me. He studied my face as in a flash I tried to work out the response I needed to give. My response was no response. It was a lovely kind smile that spread across his face as the zip slowly descended. He watched my face and particularly my eyes as the zip took hours to descend the short distance. I was still completely decent when the zip was fully undone and for a reason I have never been able to fathom my hand went to his zip and pulled it right down.

Again when he put both of his hands on the shoulders of my suit he hesitated just long enough to give me the chance to object before stripping it down to my knees. I took one leg out at a time helped by him. I was now standing in a tight tee shirt and a pair of very wet knickers. At this point I simply did the same with his suit. I had to adjust my grip on his suit to enable me to pull it clear of his erection that stretched his basic underpants to their limit.

Not a word had been said for some time as now free of his suit he pulled my tee shirt over my head exposing my small boobs but not small nipples. My knickers followed immediately. Without words I knew it fell to me to render him completely naked. When he was, he stepped forward and putting his hands round my body found my bottom pulling us together. My long legs and his short stature meant that the head of his cock was pressing just below my bellybutton. Once again he looked me in the eye as if asking for permission before bending his knees slightly and finding my pussy with the purple head of his lovely cock. I knew I was wet but I was amazed at how easily nearly all of his length slide beautifully into my expectant pussy. It was a couple of gentle thrusts by us both before I felt his balls make contact. My hands had found his bottom and we were just holding each other. It felt wonderful but I had a problem, as I dare not move, as I knew it would trigger my orgasm.

I wanted to tell him that I was very close to orgasm but his eyes told me he knew exactly where I was. I lasted less than a minute before I knew nothing was going to stop me cumming. I pulled him harder against me and found just a little more contact for my clit. We both held perfectly still except my pussy started to contract and relax in a milking action. My orgasm started but there were no fireworks. It was mind blowing as it just went on and on with the gentlest of pleasure waves washing through me. I watched as his face seemed to melt and I felt either very small thrusts or what felt like his cum rushing along the length of his penis. Either way his orgasm seemed as unhurried and peaceful as mine. There was no specific end to our orgasms but eventually his now soft cock slipped out of me.

We stayed holding each other for a couple more minutes before he kissed my forehead and we separated. The spell was broken and we made arrangements for the last of my three jumps for the following week. It only really hit me as I got into my car. I had just cheated on my husband for the first time. I had just had sex with another man. I felt guilty but would I feel guilty enough to cancel the final jump?