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She in hailed deeply as she savored his muted scent on her pillow.
Her eyes closed and she tried desperately to remember every detail of the
previous evening. The warmth of his body, the softness of his hair,
and the touch of his hand on her breast. An array of emotions consumed
her as she became torn between desire and guilt. However one emotion
that managed to evade her confused mind was regret. She knew if her
husband found out she may feel regret, but certainly not now and with any
luck probably not ever.
How did she wind up bedding this young lad and why? The
answers escaped her as she slipped back into her thoughts of him.
Her desire was so powerful she couldn't begin to concentrate on anything
else. After ten years of marriage one night of lust made everything
seem new again. A sleeping devil had been awakened in her that should
have been left to sleep.
She laid her head on his bare chest and planted soft kisses. She
wrapped her leg around his waist and pulled him closer. His arms
encircled her and gave her a sense of comfort. There are a
few moments in life that can pack a lifetime of pleasure this was one of
them for her. How could something so wrong feel so right? Is
it true what they say? If something is too good to be true it isn't.
What did she really want to be true anyway? Sex maybe, a quick roll
in the hey that would satisfy her thirst and never happen again, not likely.
She knew the amount of alcohol she had consumed would rob her of most of
the physical pleasure she would normally receive from sex. On the
other hand a long affair would constitute too much deceit and their age
differences would most definitely eventually drive a wedge between them.
So what happened was everything and nothing.
In the end in her drunken haze she whispered a short phrase in her soon
to be lovers' ear which brought that evening to a screeching halt.
His chest still damp from her kisses he quietly dressed and left her alone
and wanting more. So with this and a need for closure she imagines
the night how it would have been if any one of a number of small details
would have been different.
They lay almost motionless on the bed her head on his bare chest absorbing
the awe of her situation. His arms around her he gently strokes
his fingers over her tight bottom. She sighs with a feeling of completeness
knowing he wants her as bad as she him. She rolls on top of him laying
her breasts against his chest and kisses his cheek. She slides her
legs between his and their bodies swell tightly up against each others.
For the first time she feels his erection under his clothing up against
her panties. The love making begins as they slowly graze each others
genitals with slow but sure thrusts of their hips in sync with one another.
This goes on for several hours both of them content that they had made
that far with the circle of betrayal that surround them.
Her eyes glazed over with lust, her body sweaty and aching for release
she dismounts her secret man. She rolls over beside him and runs
her fingers through his hair. He slides his finger tips over her
erect nipples and caresses them, she responds by arching her back to offer
herself to him. Their lips meet and they kiss their first warm taste
of desire. His tongue moves down her chest as he begins planting
tiny kisses on her breasts. He innocently sucks her nipple into his
mouth and butterflies take over her stomach. She stokes his hair
and runs her hand over his cheek as his lips suckle her breasts.
He slips his hand between her legs and massages her over her panties
for a moment before yanking them down. She lifts her bottom off the
bed welcoming him to a place she has shared with few. He quickly
removes the rest of his clothes and they curl up together in a ball of
fire and passion.
I know you all are waiting for the juice but this time we're leaving
that to your imagination she said more than needed to be said.
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