In the hotel room for couples, we hugged and kissed each other, lingeringly, trying to satisfy the thirst of our lips. My hands explored the warmth of her body. I left her mouth, moved to her neck, from her neck to her ear, whispering my passion. She began to caress me. I took her to the bed and slowly started to caress her breasts over her clothes... finally I got to touch them! Unbuttoned her tight blouse, unhooked the corset, and her beautiful tits were free, free for my lips that kissed and sucked until I felt her hands starting to touch my erect member. It was her turn to take off my shirt and kiss both of my nipples, while my trembling fingers ran over her legs until I reached her wet sex. At that point our bodies couldn't tolerate any more delays. We undressed quickly, opened her legs, and I slowly sank into her body, starting to make love with rhythmic movements; her mouth didn't stop kissing me wherever it could, mine tracing the portion of her fiery body that was within reach: her erect breasts, her porcelain neck, her wet lips. Our bodies remained entwined, devouring each other... until the orgasm about to burst. I felt a strong tremor deep inside me and as if I was flooding her body, at the same time a deep moan from her mouth was the prelude to her orgasm that she shared with me by kissing me wildly on the neck. The calm arrived for us. We talked extensively. Satisfied flesh gave way to guilt, her eyes moistening: -I threw ethics and morals overboard - -Don't be so severe with yourself, it was an unforeseen circumstance, a chance event that left us prey to our senses, prolonged abstinence... Don't condemn yourself – -I... no, not the circumstance... I arranged it.... I wanted a love affair... I went to bed with you, ignoring Luis who was sick. …do you realize what's happening to me? -
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According to a friend, women will do anything to cover their weekly quota: “as long as it's heterosexual and breathes... fine” she assures. Now, in light of what happened, I believe her.
What happened:
Alicia is a very beautiful woman, tall (1.76 mts), with a harmonious and well-proportioned body, attractive features, blue eyes, and long red hair to the waist. She's an Executive Account (saleswoman), I'm in the Engineering sector of the technology company that employs both of us. My jaw would drop at her gaze if we coincided, by her painted red lips, refined makeup on her cheeks, full blouse or sweater, not excessively, but generously showing off her delicious pair of breasts, her turned and long legs, or her formidable butt when she'd walk away from me with her back to me.
She's married and had never given me the slightest chance of even trying to explore the possibility of a relationship.
Her husband, Luis, contracted a serious illness with rigorous treatment – initially including isolation - and, due to emotional and/or physical collapse (I don't know), there was no sexual activity.
After 4 months since the diagnosis, Alicia surprised me by asking my boss for me to accompany her to a meeting with an important client in Córdoba city (700 Kms away). Previously, she had always chosen other engineers from our sector as support for her commercial dealings.
On the flight there, we briefly talked about how to approach the meeting with the client, then about past topics and at the end, she spoke about her bad moment due to her husband's illness and elusively mentioned her inner frustration.
The professional objective of the trip was a success. The client placed the order and Alicia declared herself delighted by my technical support and, at the lunch and in the pre-boarding lounge of the airport, he said he felt indebted to me.
I didn't neglect his professional ego and vanity:
-You were brilliant in your presentation. No doubt you're the best and... the most beautiful commercial employee of the company-
-Don't exaggerate, with one of the best is enough flattery - His expression betrayed his satisfaction at the compliment.
Already on the return flight, with the plane half-empty, suddenly Alicia, with a curious face, said:
-Do you really think I'm pretty? I've already retired from the 'market' and am married to boot
The sparkle of expectation in her pupils gave me a foothold to play:
-For a long time, I admired you in silence, convinced that, remotely, you would never notice me. You seem inaccessible and so I never tried anything-
-Ahhhyy, Juan, I'm indebted to you for the closed business and now, for flattering me, like no one has done in a long time
This time I didn't respond with socially correct phrases, I placed a hand on her thigh and:
-If it seems okay, you can make a first payment, with a kiss...to start - She blushed, silent and looked at me, occasionally, as if she were painting her nails, and then suddenly turned her head:
-What did you say? ... propose that... give you a... in any case, that's not asked of a...-she murmured.
Obviously she was willing. I pretended to kiss her on the mouth, she turned her head and accepted, my lips motionless on her cheek. Suddenly, with her fingers forming an U shape on my jaw, she pulled me towards her and kissed me longly. She was all agitated and with a voice trembling, whispered:
-This isn't right.... do you understand?...-
-No, but ... it's really good - Our lips met again and my hand migrated, first to her breasts and then under her skirt to caress her legs, ass, and pussy. Alicia welcomed me with moans and sighs.
-Juannnn... please behave... now... they can see us-
Once we disembarked, I asked her which hotel she wanted to go to. She attempted a final objection to the debauchery we were about to commit. We have to go home, Luis is waiting for us and so is your wife. I took her hand: 'Let's not keep pretending to be perplexed, you want some minutes alone with me just as much as I do. How much longer are you going to go without sex?' She smiled and let herself be taken away in a taxi.
I conceded that what had just happened wasn't correct but argued that, and I'm convinced of this, the human craving for flesh is something that happens rather than something that is done and it would be unnatural to repress it indefinitely.
I left her at her house with a taxi. We said goodbye there, with a passionate kiss that I interpreted as an anticipated promise to prolong our intimate relationship.
I wasn't wrong in my interpretation: we continued to intimate. One day Alicia told me, radiant and crying with emotion, that the night before she had finally had sex, exciting and meaningful, with Luis who was starting to return to life.
'But with you, we'll keep going if you agree.' She hastened to clarify.
Our relationship continued for a long time, despite both of us feeling uncomfortable about the disloyalty towards our spouses: more powerful was the craving for flesh than remorse.
I didn't neglect his professional ego and vanity:
-You were brilliant in your presentation. No doubt you're the best and... the most beautiful commercial employee of the company-
-Don't exaggerate, with one of the best is enough flattery - His expression betrayed his satisfaction at the compliment.
Already on the return flight, with the plane half-empty, suddenly Alicia, with a curious face, said:
-Do you really think I'm pretty? I've already retired from the 'market' and am married to boot
The sparkle of expectation in her pupils gave me a foothold to play:
-For a long time, I admired you in silence, convinced that, remotely, you would never notice me. You seem inaccessible and so I never tried anything-
-Ahhhyy, Juan, I'm indebted to you for the closed business and now, for flattering me, like no one has done in a long time
This time I didn't respond with socially correct phrases, I placed a hand on her thigh and:
-If it seems okay, you can make a first payment, with a kiss...to start - She blushed, silent and looked at me, occasionally, as if she were painting her nails, and then suddenly turned her head:
-What did you say? ... propose that... give you a... in any case, that's not asked of a...-she murmured.
Obviously she was willing. I pretended to kiss her on the mouth, she turned her head and accepted, my lips motionless on her cheek. Suddenly, with her fingers forming an U shape on my jaw, she pulled me towards her and kissed me longly. She was all agitated and with a voice trembling, whispered:
-This isn't right.... do you understand?...-
-No, but ... it's really good - Our lips met again and my hand migrated, first to her breasts and then under her skirt to caress her legs, ass, and pussy. Alicia welcomed me with moans and sighs.
-Juannnn... please behave... now... they can see us-
Once we disembarked, I asked her which hotel she wanted to go to. She attempted a final objection to the debauchery we were about to commit. We have to go home, Luis is waiting for us and so is your wife. I took her hand: 'Let's not keep pretending to be perplexed, you want some minutes alone with me just as much as I do. How much longer are you going to go without sex?' She smiled and let herself be taken away in a taxi.
I conceded that what had just happened wasn't correct but argued that, and I'm convinced of this, the human craving for flesh is something that happens rather than something that is done and it would be unnatural to repress it indefinitely.
I left her at her house with a taxi. We said goodbye there, with a passionate kiss that I interpreted as an anticipated promise to prolong our intimate relationship.
I wasn't wrong in my interpretation: we continued to intimate. One day Alicia told me, radiant and crying with emotion, that the night before she had finally had sex, exciting and meaningful, with Luis who was starting to return to life.
'But with you, we'll keep going if you agree.' She hastened to clarify.
Our relationship continued for a long time, despite both of us feeling uncomfortable about the disloyalty towards our spouses: more powerful was the craving for flesh than remorse.
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