I've come close to cheating on my wife a number of times. But never this close. My wife and I are no longer in love, per se. We stay together for the kids. But we don't talk, don't touch. Never be affectionate or intimate. Although we might have sex 2-3 times a year at best when we both happen to be horny at the same time. It's pretty damn rare. That's how it's been for 10 years now.

Almost 6 years ago, while with my friends, I met this little hottie. Oh, she was cute, funny, a bit strange though. She was very withdrawn and clearly untrusting of most men. She barely spoke to me ever. One day after knowing her for a year, she finally rode with me on the back of my harley during a ride, and we spoke more than normal. She kind of opened up a little bit.

She was very sexy, and of course I had dirty thoughts, but no real designs or expectations. I mean... I'm married. A man can dream... but that's about it.

I moved away. After a couple years I came back to visit, and ran into her again at a party. We spoke again, very little, but she got drunk and I convinced her that she was in no shape to drive, to stay with me in my hotel suite. I would have been good, not touched her, gave her the bed as I slept on the couch. But I can't say the thought of being with her didn't cross my mind. She ended up driving home anyway, as she stopped drinking and sobered up.

After another couple years, I came back for another visit. We haven't seen each other or talked in 2 years. We didn't even have each other's phone numbers. She saw me and ran right over, all excited, talking to me like we were best friends. We drank and talked all evening. I wasn't sure where I was staying that night as the friend I was going to stay with couldn't make it. She convinced me to come stay at her house - said she has an open guest bedroom.

I never saw her guest bedroom.

So to her house we went. She took me into her room. I set down my bag, sat on her bed and we talked as she stood there, obviously nervous. I was wondering... hoping... what's going on here?? What's going to happen tonight?? Why am I in HER room??

Then she turns around and takes off her pants. I was shocked. Her shirt covered her so I didn't see anything but her legs, but she slips on some cotton sleeping shorts quickly. And then... then she takes off her shirt. Her bare bra-less back flashed in my vision, and like a shy gentleman, I try rather unsuccessfully to look away just as she told me not to look. Then she says, "Well, actually look and check out my tattoos on my back." I did, and they were very sexy...

Oh the dirty thoughts running through my mind. But I sat there, trying to be good.

Now with a shirt on again, we continue to talk... she's standing so close to me as I sit on her bed. She steps up between my legs, and in mid sentence gives me a quick hug and a chaste kiss. Then walks away quickly and out of the room saying she had to use the bathroom.

Now I'm sitting on her bed, drunk... and it's dawning on me... this is going to happen! Her and I were going to lay together on her small twin-size bed and sleep in here... together. omfg! Could I resist having sex with this beautiful chick?? I wasn't sure...

She comes back in, plops down on the bed and tells me to rub her feet. I sit back, leaning against the wall with her feet in my lap, rubbing them as we continue to talk. She gives small little moans of pleasure. She sits back up and climbs over to sit on me, straddling me with her hands on my sides as she says something excitedly, then quickly gets off me again to lay down in her bed.

Then she says to lay down with her. I do.

She lays up against me, our arms around each other, our heads sharing her pillow. We lay there like that talking for a long time, before she tells me that my shirt smells too strongly of fabric softener, and asks me to take it off. In the dim light of her darkened room, I do. She lays back down again, cuddled up against my bare chest.

She sat up after awhile and I wondered where she was going. But she doesn't get up... she takes off her own shirt. She lays back down with her bare back against my side... I roll onto my side, my chest against her back with my arm around her waist. We continue to talk, laying there both topless, as if this is quite normal.

We talk for hours, shifting positions occasionally. I still haven't seen her breasts, though I want to, certainly.

At some point, we both fell asleep, topless, in each other's arms.

I wake up first, it's still dark... and I can't resist anymore. Our faces together, our cheeks touching, I give her a kiss on the cheek... and another... kissing slowly towards her mouth...

Our lips touch, soft and sweetly, and we kiss a few times. We stop just long enough for her to say in a husky, pouty voice... "[my name], I'm trying to be good..." and we go back to kissing.

Our hands are touching and exploring each other. For hours we lay there, making out, hands roving and rubbing each other above the waist. The intimacy of it was amazing. Fingertips lightly brushing over each other's skin, lips and tongues exploring each other's necks, shoulders, chests and stomachs.

And we're both being so "good" (relatively)...

Then she rolls over on top of me as I give a quick startled "Oh, hi there".

Our hips grind on each other, and so begins more hours of making out, rolling over, different positions, grinding on each other. We're both so very obviously turned on. With only our thing sleeping shorts between us, I can feel her warm moistness on me as I press into her.

All day we stayed like this. She would organism under me, on top of me, and I was soooo tempted to rip off our shorts and feel her as I sheathed inside of her. But so much as our hands never went inside the front of each other's shorts (they certainly slipped down to fondle bare ass...), although they certainly felt over every bit of them, touching each other all over.

Finally, we got up, went and ate an early dinner, our only meal that day.

Back again in bed later that evening, we continued our 2 night, 2 day make-out session, kissing, feeling...

After all night and into the next day again of this... this intimate dream of closeness... something I hadn't experienced in many years and missed so badly as my wife and I never touch - we haven't for 10 years. I know us men are supposed to be all about just wanting to get our dicks wet... but after so many years of not being with a woman like this - so affectionately, so intimately... it was amazing!

Then she takes off her shorts, tells me to do the same.

Now wearing nothing but my underwear, her in small panties, we continue to make out. I can feel her through her panties, I'm sticking out of the waist of my underwear. Only that thin fabric of her panties kept me from entering her, from the head of my cock slipping inside her.

So many times during these two nights and days, I wanted to slip my hand inside of her panties, to feel her, to please her... but we were being good. We laid down and each agreed to the boundries early on. No sex.

But then... she says... "You should feel how wet I am."

I oblige most readily. My hand slips into her panties... her clit was so swollen, and I play with it for a while before my finger slips inside of this petite sexy woman. And... omg... she had told me she was tight... but this... this was amazing! I had NEVER felt anyone as tight as her. All I could think about was entering her and feeling how tight she would be squeezing my thick cock with that unbelievably tight pussy.

My fingers continued to please her, and she begin to touch me too, her hand slipping into my underwear, stroking me. God her orgasms were amazing to feel on my fingers... it was driving me nearly crazy wondering what they would feel like with me inside of her, our hips pressed together.

I sat between her legs, her panties pulled to the side, and she had my underwear pulled down... our genitals were soooooo close I could feel the warmth and moisture on my cock radiating from her moist, hot pussy.

I don't know how long we were like this, time distorted...

But, eventually, we had to stop. I had to be at the airport soon.

So we took a shower together, our only time fully naked. It was even more difficult as I washed every inch of her skin for her, our slick soapy wet bodies rubbing together, not to want to press her against the wall, lift her leg and slide inside of her. And when we got out, all I could imagine was picking her up, setting her bare sexy ass on the counter, stepping between her legs and sheathing myself inside of her, fucking her in front of the mirror.

But no... we stuck to our boundries. Barely.

She dropped me off at the airport, and our passionate goodbye gave some people a good show.

Now each night since, we have the most amazing phone sex. Sharing dirty texts back and forth. So many times we've talked about our fantasies of sex with each other, describing it in detail, for hours...

I can't wait to hold her again, to feel her as my hands trace over every in of her bodies. To feel her so very soft lips against mine. To lay there beside her again as she gives those little shudders and spasms of pleasure as she orgasms from my touches.

And the next time I see her... I don't think we're going to be "good". I think we're going to be very... very naughty.

I want her.