| Straight: Infidelity: Her Body Language (4/9) |
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to make myself comfortable while she made coffee. I took off my jacket and sat on the sofa, when Jeannie came back in and asked if I would like a cognac with the coffee. "That would be lovely," I said, "but I'd better warn you, I may have to stay a while with cognac on top of the wine". She said that wasn't a problem, as she didn't have to be up early the next day. Jeannie returned with the coffee and cognac, put it on the coffee table and sat down next to me on the sofa, kicking her shoes off, saying that her feet were killing her. We sat there talking about how well the proposal was going at work, but that we were glad it was the weekend, and how great dinner had been and we were both just babbling, trying hard to make innocent small talk, but it was increasingly obvious what we were both thinking. I leaned back in the sofa and Jeannie turned and looked into my eyes. There were only about six inches between us as I moved my head forward towards Jeannie's. I watched her lips part as I moved my mouth to hers and her eyes closed. Our mouths met for a first kiss, tentative at first, but then she opened her mouth fully and our tongues were greedily exploring each other's mouth. I moved my hands around Jeannie's back and pulled her closer. She responded by pressing against me, and I could feel the heat of her body through our clothes. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity while our hands roamed over each other's body. I finally had the chance to live one of my dreams – running my hands through Jeannie’s beautiful curls. The reality was every bit as good as the fantasy. We pulled away from one another and caught our breath. Jeannie looked at me and said, "I guess we both know where this is leading." I nodded and told her that it was the first time I had ever cheated on my wife and that I had no wish to mess up my home life. Jeannie nodded and said that she valued her own marriage too, and that we should enjoy our fun but be careful. Mind you, at this point I think I would have agreed to anything. Our mouths met again, and Jeannie's hands were all over me and I was responding. I could feel myself hardening in anticipation. Meanwhile, one of my hands was cupping Jeannie's full breast through the fabric of her blouse while the other was making good use of the slit in her skirt and resting on her leg, gently stroking it. At the same time, Jeannie's hand was running up and down my thigh. She finally used her fingertips to trace the length of my hardness through my pants and said, "I'm sure we can find somewhere more comfortable." Jeannie led me to the bedroom and stood before me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, her fingertips brushing over my chest as she did so. She eased my shirt over my shoulders and then nervously I fumbled with the buttons on the front of her blouse. One by one I undid them and slid my hands beneath the blouse. I bent my head forward and pushed my face into her red hair, smelling the sweet smell of rosemary that is always around her. While stroking the skin on Jeannie's back under her blouse, I moved my mouth to her earlobe and took it gently between my teeth, |
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