"Honey what's wrong? Why don't you want to have sex with me anymore?"
"It's not that I don't want to have sex with you, I'm just not in the
mood when you are. I feel like you chase me around the house
sometimes and it just adds pressure. It becomes one more thing I have
"I'm sorry I didn't know you felt that way." I resolve not to touch
her that way, give her some space. "Is there something I can do, is
there something you want you're not getting?"
"No, I'm just tired and don't feel like having sex right now."
We are polar opposites. I'm a night person; she's a morning person.
I'm disorganized; she keeps meticulous records. I'm willing to go
wherever the spirit moves me; she needs to plan everything. They say
that opposites attract. They did in our case.
A few days later we're watching TV again. She grabs the remote and
turns it off. She looks over at me. "Want to go upstairs and fool
around?" she asks.
"Of course," I reply. I follow her up the stairs to our bedroom. I
strip off my clothes and get in bed. She is already in her
nightshirt. She goes into the bathroom and pees. I hear the toilet
flush and she washes her hands. She comes to bed and lies down beside
me. She pulls the covers up to her chin shivering.
"I'm so cold."
I slide over and wrap my arms around her, offering her my body heat to
warm her. She yawns. I stroke her sides with my hands. I kiss her
soft lips. "I love you," I tell her.
"I love you too," she replies.
My hands trace over her stomach. I pull the hem of her nightshirt up
and stroke my fingers through her soft fur. Her legs are closed. I
slide my hand up her stomach to cup her full breasts. I squeeze
softly. My fingers find her nipple and they circle it, teasing it to
erection. When it's hard my hand slides to her other breast and I do
the same thing. My hands slide downward again, over her stomach to
her pubes. She parts her legs slightly and I trace a finger lightly
around the edges of her slit. Her legs part farther. My finger
traces her outer lips. I can feel the moist heat of her now. I press
inward gently just parting the lips; her juices lubricate my finger as
I slide it over and around her lips. She moans softly as I slide a
finger inside her to collect more fluid. My finger slides out of her
and up her slit to her clit. I circle it slowly; listening to her
breathing as it becomes more rapid. I lay my head on her stomach,
kissing her mound while I tease her with my fingers. My thumb slides
inside her hole to get lubricated. I work it slowly in and out of her
a few times then switch my finger and thumb. My thumb continues the
circles alternating directions from time to time. I add a second
finger inside her and stroke the velvet walls.
I lift my head from her stomach and lean forward to kiss her. Her
breath is rapid now. She kisses back hard her lips parting, her
tongue tracing my teeth, wrestling with my tongue. She breaks the
kiss and gasps for air, grabbing the bottom of her shirt she pulls it
over her breasts, offering them to me. I bend my head to her breast
and suck the nipple into my mouth. I tongue her nipple, flicking it
from side to side. I clamp it lightly in my lips. Her hips are
bucking slightly now and I answer her bucks by sliding my fingers back
and forth inside her. Her juices are flowing copiously and my fingers
I release her nipple from my lips. My tongue circles around it and
traces over the globe of her breast. My fingers return to gently
stroking the walls of her vagina, my thumb no longer circling her clit
but sliding back and forth over top of it. I trace my tongue through
the valley of her breasts and down her stomach to her navel. I kiss
her there then slide down further. My tongue slides through the soft
hairs of her bush and replaces my thumb. I lap at her clit savoring
the sweet nectar of her excitement. I slide my fingers deeply inside
her and can feel her cervix. My finger traces in circles over it as
she bucks her hips violently in excitement. I can hear her moaning
and know I'm bringing her close. Her cervix flutters at the end of my
finger in preparation for her orgasm. I don't want her to cum yet so
I slide my fingers out of her. She groans as my fingers retreat. I
use my tongue to trace her folds, keeping her excited but allowing her
to come down slightly. I feel her hips that were taught with her
imminent climax relax slightly as her arousal lessens.
I place my lips at the top of her cleft and suck her clit into her
mouth. Her hips buck upwards at the new sensation as I plunge my
fingers back inside her. I keep my lips on her, lightly sucking,
careful not to allow my tongue to touch her. My fingers slide
effortlessly in and out of her bringing her slowly back to her peak.
I can feel her trembling now, straining for her release. I bury my
fingers deep inside her. Finding her cervix again, I stroke it as it
flutters against my finger. My tongue attacks her clit whipping it
from side to side. Her hips buck upwards violently as her hands pull
my face tight against her wetness. Her shoulders come forward and she
curls herself almost into a ball as she convulses around my fingers
and against my face. I stop lapping at her because she's told me in
the past that she's too sensitive just after she cums. I leave my
fingers inside, feeling her convulse periodically as she comes down.
I lay my head on her stomach as she strokes my hair. As she relaxes I
slide my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips to lick them
clean of her honey.
We lay like that for a few minutes, allowing her to catch her breath.
I eventually lay back on my back. She rolls to her side and nestles
her head in the crook of my arm. I stroke her back as she reaches
down and takes me into her hand. She strokes me lightly, smearing my
pre-cum the length of my shaft. She slides her hand downwards and
fondles my balls as she yawns into my chest. Her hand returns to my
cock as she strokes me up and down. "Do you want inside of me?" she
asks. I nod and she rolls onto her back. I guide my cock to her
pussy lips and ease inside her heat. I push forward until our hips
join then slowly pull back again. I slide back into her, reveling in
the sensations as her cunt grips me tightly. She thrusts her hips at
me in time with my strokes. I speed up as the need for orgasm
overwhelms my desire for the sensations. I bury myself inside her, my
cock throbbing wildly as it shoots my sperm deep inside her vagina.
I roll off of her and onto my side. I hold her tightly to me as I
whisper "I love you" in her ear.
"I love you too," she says as she reaches down and pulls the covers
back over top of us. She rolls back over, her back to me. I slide
over to spoon against her, stroking her arms and her hair. Eventually
her soft even breathing let's me know she's asleep.
I sigh, satiated for the time being. Its just one more way we are
opposites. I want her constantly; she wants me occasionally. It didn
't used to be this way; we just gradually grew into it. I remembered
when we would make love almost daily. I missed that. I wondered what
I could do to change things as I drifted off to sleep.
I kissed the top of her head as she cooked supper. "Want to fool
around tonight," I asked her.
"I'm not really in the mood," she said.
"OK," I said disappointment evident in my voice.
"I guess it has been a long time," she said as she thought about it.
"Almost three weeks," I said.
"Really?" she asked. "I guess we can do it tonight."
We made love that evening then went to sleep.
I had an evening meeting with a potential new client. I arrived at
their office at 5:30. The receptionist greeted me. "You must be Mr.
Jones. Miss. Clark is expecting you, follow me to the conference
room." I followed behind her; my eyes drank in the sight of her ass
as it swayed from side to side while we walked down the hall. She
showed me into the conference room. "Miss. Clark will be with you
shortly. Would you like some coffee or a soft drink while you wait?"
"I'd like a coke, please."
She smiled at me. "Sure." She turned around and left, then came back
a short time later with a coke and a glass with ice in it. "Enjoy
your meeting," she said as she closed the door behind her.
I sat my briefcase on the table and pulled out my notes. Miss. Clark
had called me out of the blue and asked if my firm would be interested
in consulting for hers on a computer system they were thinking about
purchasing. She had been referred from another client of mine and she
had told me that my client had given me glowing reviews.
A sharp knock sounded at the door, the door opened and I had my first
chance to view Miss. Clark. She was stunning! Long, curly red hair
hung down past her shoulders to frame her face. She had green eyes
and full sensual lips. The buttons of her business suit strained to
contain the fullness of her breasts. She was tall with legs that
appeared to go on forever. It took me a moment to recover my manners
and I finally jumped up to introduce myself. Her eyes sparkled her
amusement at my discomfort. She held out her hand. I took it in
mine, it was soft and feminine; her long nails painted a deep red
"Hello Mr. Jones, it's nice to meet you," she said.
"Miss. Clark it's nice to meet you too," I said my ability to think
having departed when she walked through the door.
"Please sit down," she said. I sat and she pulled up a chair beside
me. "I must tell you that this meeting is just a formality. When
Brenda told me what you had done for her company I knew you would be
the right person for our situation. I make it a habit though of
meeting the people I do business with face to face."
I started to grab some papers. "No, she said, we can sign the
paperwork when you come in to do the job. I had to meet you to see if
we could get along. I could tell the moment I met you that we wouldn'
t have a problem working together."
I put the papers back in the briefcase. "Well that was short," I said
"It was, wasn't it?" she laughed.
She had a delightful laugh. I wanted to hear it more.
"Since our meeting was so short, would you like to go somewhere and
have a drink?" she asked. "I can fill you in on my business and we
can enjoy ourselves at the same time."
I hesitated for a moment. "Sure."
She stood up and I closed my briefcase. She showed me to the door.
"Wait for me in the reception area, I'll just lock up and meet you
I walked down the hall and arrived back at the reception area. I
stood waiting until Miss. Clark arrived. I stepped outside and she
pulled the door shut behind us. She took keys out of her purse and
locked the door. She pointed to her car. "I have the black BMW," she
said. "Follow me and I'll take you to a quiet bar where we can have a
drink and talk."
I got in my car and followed her to the bar. We walked into the bar
and she motioned toward a booth. We sat down and a waitress came
right over. "Can I get you something," she asked. I ordered a beer
and Miss. Clark ordered a vodka tonic.
"So tell me about your business, Miss Clark," I said when the waitress
"Please call me Sheila."
"Gary," I said.
She told me about her business. She was in mail order and wanted to
expand to the web. Her computers were barely able to keep up with the
mail order business as it was and she wanted something more robust and
capable of handling the expansion of her business. We sipped at our
drinks as she filled me in on the history of her company.
Why don't you tell me about your business?" she asked when she had
I told her about the history of my company, and what we offered to our
clients. We ordered another drink and got comfortable with one
another. Before we had finished the second drink we felt like old
friends. I found myself captivated with her green eyes. She was
intoxicating and the alcohol I consumed served to make her even more
She placed her hand over mine on the table. "Gary I find myself
extremely attracted to you, would you like to come back to my house
I gulped. My penis had hardened at her touch. I knew I shouldn't,
but this woman wanted me and as I gazed into her eyes any thoughts of
saying no were vanquished from my brain. "Yes," I said softly as I
nodded my head.
I followed her home. In the car I was able to get my senses back. I
resolved to tell her I had made a mistake and that I was married and
couldn't do this. She pulled into a driveway and I parked behind her.
She was already unlocking the front door when I got out of my car. I
walked to the door, it was unlocked and she had left it open. I
stepped inside. She wrapped herself around me; I never had a chance
to say a word. She kicked the door shut with her foot as she pressed
those soft lips firmly to mine. My cock sprang to life. The firm
cushions of her breasts rubbed against me. Her tongue entered my
mouth and searched for mine. The kiss lasted forever. Both of us
gasped for breath when we pulled apart. Her hands fumbled at my belt.
I felt it release and she shifted focus to the catch on my pants. My
fingers fumbled with the buttons of her suit and then her blouse. I
kissed the nape of her neck and nibbled there. I felt the catch
release and heard the soft ripping noise of my zipper being lowered.
My pants dropped to my ankles. Her soft manicured hand thrust into my
underwear and grabbed my cock. Her fingernails lightly scratched at
my balls. I felt lightheaded as the sensations took over me.
She let go of my cock and dropped to her knees. Grabbing the
waistband of my underwear, she pulled it to my knees. My cock sprang
free. She caught it with her lips; her hands grabbed the cheeks of my
ass. I leaned back against the door for support and wallowed in the
sensations as those soft sensual lips and warm most tongue ran rampant
on my cock. She wrapped her lips around me and slowly took me into
her mouth. Her tongue fluttered against the head of my cock. Her
left hand released my ass and cupped my balls, massaging them in time
with her strokes as her head slid slowly back and forth on me. Her
long fingernails scratched lightly at my anus. I was gone; the
sensations making me so weak that I couldn't move if I wanted to. She
speeded up, her tongue insistent, her cheeks hallowed. My balls
tightened in her palm and she squeezed them. I came then, spurting
long and hard. She swallowed rapidly. It felt like she was milking
me as she sucked my semen down her throat. I lay back against the
door too stunned and weak to move. Her tongue fluttered over my cock,
cleaning it of any semen she missed. When she finished she smiled up
at me. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" she asked, her
tongue snaked out one last time and lapped at the tip of my cock. I
shivered at the feeling.
She stood up and took my hand. "Come on Gary," she said as she tugged
"Just a second." I reached down and pulled my underwear and trousers
up enough so I could walk. I followed her up the stairs and into her
bedroom. She slid the suit jacket off her shoulders and dropped it to
the floor. I did the same. I untied my tie as I watched her finish
unbuttoning her blouse. She unfastened her cuffs and left it slide
slowly and sensually down and off her arms. I unbuttoned my shirt and
cuffs and dropped it to the floor as well my eyes never leaving hers.
She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, sliding the straps
slowly over her shoulders, teasing me as each creamy inch of her
breasts was exposed. When she reached her nipples she dropped it to
the floor. Her nipples were the color of a peach rose and stood out
hard and firm. My mouth watered. I wanted to suck them.
She kicked off her heels and unfastened her skirt. Letting it drop to
the floor quickly. She skimmed off her panties revealing her cunt
surrounded by a forest of red hair. I sat on the edge of the bed,
quickly untied my shoes and slid my trousers and underwear off my
legs. My cock was rapidly regaining its rigidity. She walked over to
me, her breasts bobbing invitingly. She cupped her breasts and
offered them to my lips. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, tonguing
its hardness. My hand cupped the other one, testing its weight and
tweaking the nipple. "Oh that's so good," she trilled.
Her hands pushed me away from her breasts and back on the bed. She
climbed on the bed and straddled my head with her knees. Small beads
of her excitement were clinging to the hair of her pussy. My tongue
reached out to capture them and drink in her essence. I ran my tongue
over her lips, lapping up the juices that had accumulated there. I
parted her lips and thrust my tongue into her dark silkiness, sucking
at her, slurping her as she flowed into my mouth. I slid my tongue up
her slit, searching out her clit. When I found it I circled it with
my tongue. I could hear her moans and I gazed up at her. Her head
was arched back; her hands were mauling at her tits. I strained my
head upwards and captured her clit with my lips. Sucking it into my
mouth, my tongue flicked it from side to side. Her hips were bucking
now and I grabbed her ass to keep her in place, my fingers delving
between her cheeks, my middle finger on her anus pressing lightly,
then with more force as it slid slowly inside her.
"Oh my god," she cried. Her hips slammed against my face and I sucked
harder, my tongue whipping from side to side against her clit. She
writhed above me, convulsing in her orgasm. I stopped tonguing her
waiting for her to come down. Her hips slowed, her moans were softer.
I lapped at her and she bucked against me her moans turning to wails
as I continued to lick at her. My finger slid slowly back and forth
in her ass. She came quickly and pitched forward. She curled up in a
ball her arms wrapped about herself like she was cold, rocking back
and forth and moaning. I slid up beside her and held her tightly
against me, spooning with her and kissing the top of her head. I
could feel tremors passing through her from time to time.
She turned back to face me and smiled. "That...was unbelievable."
She kissed me passionately, the soft velvet of her tongue wrestling
with mine. We broke for air. "Fuck me," she asked. She rolled onto
her back and I knee walked into position. Her soft hand fisted me and
guided me to her hole. I pushed forward and slid slowly and easily
into her heat. I stared into her eyes as I sank into her; they no
longer sparkled but were clouded with passion. I slid out and she bit
her lip at the sensation, her hips following mine trying to keep me
deep inside her. I plunged forward again and slammed against her
mound grinding myself in tight circles against her. I retreated and
slammed forward again, her head arched back and she lets out a soft
mewl of pleasure. I speeded up my thrusts grinding myself against her
on each downstroke. Her head whipped from side to side, splaying her
hair around her.
"Harder! Faster!" she wailed. I pounded into her now, both of us
straining for our peaks. I bent down and captured her nipple in my
mouth, dragging my teeth over it. Her hands reached up and grabbed my
back, her legs locked around my waist. I felt pain as she sank her
nails into me. I bit her nipple; her hips slammed back against me as
she screamed out her orgasm. Her cunt clenched me tightly; the
convulsions milking me as I shot spurt after spurt inside her. I
collapsed on top of her. She held me tightly while she trembled
around me. I felt as weak as a newborn baby. When I recovered I
rolled onto my side. She came with me never relaxing her grip.
I stared into her eyes as I stroked her sweat-dampened hair. They
sparkled again, mesmerizing me. I told her I had to go. She told me
she knew and released me. We kissed softly, our passion spent. "You
know where to find me if you want me," she said.
I kissed her again. "The minute I step out that door I'll start
wanting you again," I whispered.
"Good," she laughed.
She lay on her side, watching me dress. I drank her in as she lay
there, burning the image in my mind. I finished dressing and she slid
off the bed. She walked over to me and pressed her nude body against
mine. She kissed me softly. "Until the next time," she said. I
nodded and stepped back from her. I turned and walked out of the
bedroom, down the stairs and outside to my car. I got inside, started
the car and backed out of the driveway.
I could see it in my mind. The image clear and sharp in its detail.
I was standing in a church, my wife at my side. I promised to love,
honor, cherish and obey; forsaking all others until death do us part.
My gut ached with the guilt. I had broken my promise to her and our
life together would never be the same.
God help me but I wanted to do it again.
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