I must admit, I'm nervous. I didn't want to do what I ended up doing. I'm a happily married woman, married to a wonderful man. Everything just seemed to happen in spite of my guilt and apprehension. His name is Tomas. I met him during a seminar. He sat down next to me, brushing my arm as he removed his jacket. He's at least 8 years my junior but I felt a flush of excitement and knew I wanted to be close to him. And he, I learned soon enough, wanted to be close to me. The first time we met at a motel I was filled with trepdation. My confidence fled as quickly as I shut the motel door behind me. Tomas - - isn't that a wonderful name? He slowly came toward me and offered me his hand. I could feel my desire grow from a flame to an inferno. He placed my hand on his still clothed groin. Oh God how I wanted to rip off his clothes and let him plunge himself into me over and over and over. His thick penis pressed tightly against his trousers, straining to escape. I fumbled with his zipper as he suckled hungrily my breast. I love the way he suckles. It's like a ravenous babe choking on his mother's milk. My vagina was wet and open and so eager to take his throbbing member deep inside of me. He entered me missionary style with the strength of a stallion. All I could think about was how complete I felt and how much I wanted that day to never end. We never saw each other again. It is my first and only extra marital affair. I've been married 40 years.