Straight Male / 50
Six Months After The Affair
We met in early 2024. I can still picture the first time I saw her: I was carrying a litre of milk, having just come from the shops. She was standing there: petite, long black hair, attractive... before long we were in bed together, having amazing sex. And it just got better from there as we got to know each other better. The intimate kissing was beyond anything I had experienced. She got deliciously wet, and I loved to lick her to orgasms. She told me that she couldn't come from intercourse, and this freed me up to simply enjoy having sex with her without being worried about timing things for her to orgasm during sex.
We both had partners, and after a while she told me that she was due to be married soon. This didn't put me off; I had never experienced this sort of connection or chemistry with my wife, and although I knew it was wrong, I wanted her to desire intimacy with me more than her fiance. About a week before her wedding, we had the opportunity to spend a whole weekend together at her house in Brisbane (Australia). We spent much of the time making love or enjoying doing things together. I had noticed that she enjoyed receiving oral in a particular position, with her legs straight out, and I began to wonder if we could reproduce something like that in sex, so as to heighten the pleasure for her. So we tried missionary with my legs outside hers. She was so wet I clutched her beneath my arms. After a while I was taken by surprise as I heard the familiar sounds of her building towards an orgasm. Sure enough, the moans increased until she exploded in an intense climax. She was so surprised that she burst into joyous laughter - a really special memory for me. We continued and she had another. We ended up coming together before collapsing. That same weekend was the first time we tried anal sex - this was a huge turn on for me, and it meant a lot to me that she wanted to offer me that pleasure. Perhaps this aspect of the relationship was the most eye-opening to me: she truly desired my pleasure, just as much as I relished her pleasure.
On the day of her wedding, we stayed in touch by text, and she called me 'her love'... I cherished that message. Part of me had wanted to send her to the altar with her pussy leaking my cum, but I ended up thinking it was better to give her space to enjoy her day.
The week after her wedding we had more amazing lovemaking. She encouraged me to take photos or videos, and it is still so hot to watch videos of my finger or cock up her perfect ass. Even more than that, though, I love to gaze at pictures of her face - just the sight of her calms my soul and makes me feel at home.
BUT then... I had to move to a different city, at the end of 2024. This stressed me out, and looking back I wish I'd been able to make it better for her. I still feel bad that the timing of my departure meant it felt rushed. We stayed in touch by text message for a couple of months, but gradually it felt like she was more distant. Sexual or romantic content diminished and after a while I sadly proposed that we stop our texting. So we did. After a while we did send the occasional text hinting that we missed each other. Then, last week, I had the opportunity to visit Brisbane again for a work function. I told her that I was thinking of her, and we found ourselves planning to get together for an evening to catch up at my hotel. I was excited and nervous: we hadn't seen each other in half a year. Would it be the same? Would she feel distant?
The evening came, and I took the lift down to the lobby to meet her. The lift doors opened and there she was, just as beautiful as ever. She stepped into the lift and we took it back up to my room. She went in to use the bathroom and I fussed around, putting things away. She turned on the shower and opened the door. 'Oh, you still have clothes on!' she said. I looked at her naked body, astonished once again at how attractive she is to me: a little shorter than me, beautiful small perky breasts, smooth skin, a hairless pussy... I began to take off my clothes and got an instant erection. I later realised that this never happens to me - I don't think I've ever been the type of person to get an erection simply from sight (certainly never with my wife), but with her, it's like my mind and body are so attuned to her that they react seamlessly. We got in the shower together. I feel self-conscious about it now, but at the time I felt such a rush of relief and joy that we were together again that I couldn't stop saying, 'Finally! Finally!' We kissed passionately as our hands moved over each other's bodies.
Moving to the bed, I couldn't hold back: it wasn't long before I sunk my eager erection into her silky wet pussy. I fucked her for a while as our tongues entwined. But I was desperate to taste her. I moved to her pussy and gazed at it hungrily before licking her to a moaning climax...
[End of part 1: I'm running out of characters. To be continued...]
We both had partners, and after a while she told me that she was due to be married soon. This didn't put me off; I had never experienced this sort of connection or chemistry with my wife, and although I knew it was wrong, I wanted her to desire intimacy with me more than her fiance. About a week before her wedding, we had the opportunity to spend a whole weekend together at her house in Brisbane (Australia). We spent much of the time making love or enjoying doing things together. I had noticed that she enjoyed receiving oral in a particular position, with her legs straight out, and I began to wonder if we could reproduce something like that in sex, so as to heighten the pleasure for her. So we tried missionary with my legs outside hers. She was so wet I clutched her beneath my arms. After a while I was taken by surprise as I heard the familiar sounds of her building towards an orgasm. Sure enough, the moans increased until she exploded in an intense climax. She was so surprised that she burst into joyous laughter - a really special memory for me. We continued and she had another. We ended up coming together before collapsing. That same weekend was the first time we tried anal sex - this was a huge turn on for me, and it meant a lot to me that she wanted to offer me that pleasure. Perhaps this aspect of the relationship was the most eye-opening to me: she truly desired my pleasure, just as much as I relished her pleasure.
On the day of her wedding, we stayed in touch by text, and she called me 'her love'... I cherished that message. Part of me had wanted to send her to the altar with her pussy leaking my cum, but I ended up thinking it was better to give her space to enjoy her day.
The week after her wedding we had more amazing lovemaking. She encouraged me to take photos or videos, and it is still so hot to watch videos of my finger or cock up her perfect ass. Even more than that, though, I love to gaze at pictures of her face - just the sight of her calms my soul and makes me feel at home.
BUT then... I had to move to a different city, at the end of 2024. This stressed me out, and looking back I wish I'd been able to make it better for her. I still feel bad that the timing of my departure meant it felt rushed. We stayed in touch by text message for a couple of months, but gradually it felt like she was more distant. Sexual or romantic content diminished and after a while I sadly proposed that we stop our texting. So we did. After a while we did send the occasional text hinting that we missed each other. Then, last week, I had the opportunity to visit Brisbane again for a work function. I told her that I was thinking of her, and we found ourselves planning to get together for an evening to catch up at my hotel. I was excited and nervous: we hadn't seen each other in half a year. Would it be the same? Would she feel distant?
The evening came, and I took the lift down to the lobby to meet her. The lift doors opened and there she was, just as beautiful as ever. She stepped into the lift and we took it back up to my room. She went in to use the bathroom and I fussed around, putting things away. She turned on the shower and opened the door. 'Oh, you still have clothes on!' she said. I looked at her naked body, astonished once again at how attractive she is to me: a little shorter than me, beautiful small perky breasts, smooth skin, a hairless pussy... I began to take off my clothes and got an instant erection. I later realised that this never happens to me - I don't think I've ever been the type of person to get an erection simply from sight (certainly never with my wife), but with her, it's like my mind and body are so attuned to her that they react seamlessly. We got in the shower together. I feel self-conscious about it now, but at the time I felt such a rush of relief and joy that we were together again that I couldn't stop saying, 'Finally! Finally!' We kissed passionately as our hands moved over each other's bodies.
Moving to the bed, I couldn't hold back: it wasn't long before I sunk my eager erection into her silky wet pussy. I fucked her for a while as our tongues entwined. But I was desperate to taste her. I moved to her pussy and gazed at it hungrily before licking her to a moaning climax...
[End of part 1: I'm running out of characters. To be continued...]
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