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I suppose I should begin by describing Jeannie. Jeannie is in her mid-thirties but has taken very good care of herself. She has a body that many women ten years younger would be proud of. She is around 5'8" tall and svelte without being skinny. She has kept the slim arms and flat stomach that many woman say goodbye to in their 20's. Jeannie has not had children, so she has not had to fight to regain her figure after pregnancy. She does a lot of physical activity – sports and dancing – so her legs are toned, well muscled, and very shapely. She has a rear end that has supplied me with many hours of pleasant daydreams. It is beautifully curved, and watching her walk from behind is pure pleasure! Above her slim waist, Jeannie's breasts are full without being heavy. She has a mass of long red curly hair, which she wears loose, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She has perfectly clear, smooth, pale skin, and her face is pretty rather than beautiful with startling green eyes that always seem to be laughing and sparkling. Jeannie also knows how to dress to display her body to the best advantage. She is not a flashy or trashy dresser, but wears classic clothes that are tight in all the right places. By now you will have guessed that I am describing someone that I find more than a little attractive. Jeannie and I work together, and I have to confess that seeing her around the office is one of the bright points of my days. We have worked at the same transportation company for about seven years. We don’t work closely, but occasionally work on sales proposals together, and we see each other frequently. We had always enjoyed each other's company and chatted from time to time, but never anything other than the usual topics that colleagues discuss: the weather, traffic, weekend activities, vacation plans and the like. Although I would have loved to have got closer to Jeannie, I knew she was married. Also, being happily married myself and a couple of years older, I was resigned to Jeannie being no more than a fantasy. My wife more than fulfils my sexual needs, and I have no complaints or reason to need more. But even so, I enjoyed the occasional session of solitary fantasy with Jeannie as the object. A couple of years ago, Jeannie and I were talking and discovered that we had a shared love of East Indian food. Many people in North America haven’t been exposed to Indian food in the way that it is popular in, say, Britain. So, we decided that we should go for lunch one day. We spent a couple of hours over lunch, enjoying a variety of dishes. Jeannie was as fond of the fiery hot food as I am. We talked about many things and I don’t think either of us really wanted lunch to end. But the reality of work and some pressing deadlines meant that we had to get back. However, we agreed that we should make lunch a regular part of our calendar so that we could indulge in our mutual love of Indian cuisine. I tried not to appear to be too eager for our next lunch date. I didn't want to come across as the old lecher taking a younger married lady to lunch, but to be honest, I would have been happy to have spent every lunch hour in Jeannie's company. However, within a couple of weeks she asked me if I was game for another Indian lunch, and I more than willingly accepted. We fell into a pattern of lunching together every couple of weeks. I don't know if our colleagues noticed or found it remarkable, but if so no-one seemed to mention it. Our conversations were wide ranging and we discovered that we share tastes in books, films, music and travel. There never seemed to be time to finish all the things that we wanted to say and on more than one occasion Jeannie would say, wistfully, "Do we really have to go back to the office?" It took me all my time to say, "Yes, we really should", as I would have happily spent the rest of the day (and night) in her company. Slowly Jeannie was captivating me, but I kept telling myself that I am a happily married man and that this was the way it should stay. During our lunches Jeannie would also speak of her husband and I think she was conscious of this too. As the months passed our conversation would also include a little bit of mild flirting – nothing explicit, but there was definitely an overtone to some of our remarks. Also, because of her sports, Jeannie is a very physical person and her body language sends all sorts of signals, which I tried really hard to put an innocent interpretation on. When we talked at work, she would brush her beautiful red hair back behind her shoulder, exposing her neck. If she was sitting, she would let her shoe dangle from her foot and she would use her hands to smooth her dress or pants over her thighs. If she was standing, her body movements were pronounced and became almost a dance. All classic signs of attraction in a woman. I enjoyed watching these and although Jeannie would hold my gaze whenever we talked, she didn’t seem to mind when she caught my eyes wandering, and on more than one occasion she gave my eyes plenty to wander to. For example, she would find a reason to bend forward to reach for something and give me a gorgeous view down the front of her blouse. On another occasion, one evening when most of our co-workers had gone home, we were chatting and she told me that she had fallen off her bike the previous weekend, and then pulled up her skirt about nine inches above her knee, to show me the bruise on her thigh. All great body language, but nothing was explicitly sexual or a blatant come-on. I kept telling myself to be sensible, but something still told me that there was more there. Or maybe I just hoped! Then a couple of months ago, a new assignment came up which meant that Jeannie and I would be working much more closely together for some time. I couldn't have been happier, and from Jeannie's reaction I sensed that she wasn't exactly disappointed either. We threw ourselves into the work, and were really clicking and getting our tasks done. We would work late whenever necessary, and neither of us seemed to mind how late we stayed and sometimes it seemed like we were inventing work to stay for. One Friday evening, we were still at the office well past eight and I was reviewing a sales proposal that Jeannie had drafted that was due for Monday. I was sitting at my desk, looking at the proposal on my computer, and Jeannie was looking over my shoulder. I was having difficulty concentrating, as Jeannie was simply dressed, but looked absolutely stunning this day. She had on a plain white blouse, a long black sheath skirt with a slit up one side, and black seamed stockings. I pointed to some wording on the screen that I felt could be improved and as Jeannie leaned forward to get a better look, her breast rubbed against my arm. My reaction was electric, and I said to Jeannie with a grin, "You know, you are going to have to watch your body language, I could easily misinterpret that". She looked back at me, smiled and gave me a wink. But she quickly moved away. Eventually we got through the proposal and decided to call it a day. I asked Jeannie about her weekend plans and she said that her husband was out of town on a fishing trip, so she had nothing major planned. Coincidentally, my wife was away over the weekend at a work-related convention. So, I plucked up courage and suggested that as we were both at loose ends, would she care to grab a bite to eat before heading home. She said that it sounded like an excellent idea, and we decided on a small Spanish restaurant close to the office. Jeannie said that she needed to pick up a couple of "girl things" at the convenience store across the road, and that she would meet me at the restaurant. She was there in a couple of minutes, and we made our way through a wonderful dinner accompanied by a delicious bottle of Rioja wine. Despite our numerous lunches together, it was the first time that we had introduced alcohol into the mix and soon the wine had loosened us both up. We flirted a little more than normal, and Jeannie told me about an exhibition of erotic art that she had visited the previous Saturday. While telling me this, she was holding the stem of her wineglass between her finger and thumb and was gently stroking the stem up and down – another classic piece of female body language. Emboldened by the wine, I took the opportunity to mention to Jeannie again how I found that she was giving off all sorts of signals that I was trying to treat innocently. She shook back her mane of red curls and smiled coyly and said, "Interpret them however you wish." However, she blushed at the same time and quickly changed the subject. After dinner it was very late, so I offered to drive Jeannie home, as I knew she normally gets a lift with her husband. She gratefully accepted and we chatted about our solitary weekend plans. At one point during the drive, Jeannie let her hand rest on my leg, something she had never done before, and quietly said, "Weekends alone stink". My mind was racing by this time, considering all sorts of possibilities. I made the excuse of needing some gum to take the smell of alcohol off of my breath and I found an all night drugstore and told Jeannie to stay in the car while I ran in and bought the gum – and also a pack of condoms... just in case! I felt like I was sixteen again. Jeannie directed me to her house, as I had never been there before. When we arrived outside, she put her hand on my thigh again and asked me if I would like to come in for a coffee. I didn’t have to be asked twice and followed her into her home. Jeannie threw her coat on a chair and told me 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, then kissed her ear and down onto the pale smooth skin of her neck. Through her lacy white bra, I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest as I continued to kiss her neck, tasting her soft, sweet scent. My hands moved up and took off her blouse and then found the clasps of her bra. I undid them and pulled the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Jeannie drew me close to her and I felt her bare breasts against mine. I have often thought that is one of the best feelings – feeling a new lover's naked breasts against my chest for the first time – and with Jeannie it was definitely not a disappointment. Still locked together, we moved closer to the bed and tumbled onto it. We rolled together, savouring the feeling, and kissed some more. I moved my mouth from hers and kissed her again on the neck, this time feeling the goose bumps that this raised on her skin. My mouth moved down in soft kisses onto the mound of her breast. I cupped one breast in my hand, and let my tongue explore the other. It traced its way around the nipple, but not quite touching it. Jeannie moaned and sighed quietly as I finally took her hard nipple into my mouth, and gently sucked until it became even harder. Rolling the other nipple between my thumb and finger, I felt it hardening too. I moved my attention to that nipple and sucked on it before opening my mouth and trying to swallow as much of Jeannie's breast as possible while flicking the nipple with my tongue. At the same time that I was enjoying the feeling and taste of her breasts, Jeannie's hands were working on my chest. My chest is lightly haired and she was running her fingers over me and gently squeezing my nipples, which I find mildly painful, but very exciting. Her hands continued their journey down across my stomach, and I felt the fingertips of one hand just dip under the waistband of my pants. Her other hand gently squeezed my balls through the thin cloth of my pants. I was already very erect, but the effect of her squeeze was that I seemed to grow even longer, and a shock ran through me as the head of my penis connected with the tips of Jeannie's fingers. I let out a gasp and Jeannie giggled, "I think someone needs to be freed." How right she was. Jeannie undid the buckle of my belt and the waist fastener of my pants and unzipped me – at the same time letting her fingers deliberately trail down my erection, which brought another immediate reaction. Jeannie moved down the bed and kneeled straddling my legs, and I raised my hips as she removed my pants and I kicked off my socks. My cock twitched as it was freed and Jeannie giggled again when she saw this. She bent her head down and flicked her hair, teasing me with her curls as they tickled across my stomach and below. Jeannie stood up and said, "I'm afraid the rest of my clothes have to go," and peeled off her skirt and panties and tights. Even in the dimly lit room, her body looked amazing now that she was completely nude. I opened my arms and embraced her. We just lay together for a few moments, finally savouring the feel of our naked bodies against one another. We lay tight together, kissing, but both aware of what was pressing between our bellies. Feeling this, Jeannie licked her lips and said, "Now where was I?" Jeannie resumed her position straddling my thighs, and this time ever so deliberately she flicked her head backwards and forwards so that her hair gently brushed over my belly and then down over my cock and balls. What an amazing sight as I looked down to see her moving her head like this, and her breasts hanging down and swaying to the same rhythm. Jeannie lowered her head. I could no longer see her face because of her hair, which now enveloped me. She took her time and then gave the tip of my penis the gentlest of butterfly kisses as I twitched, anticipating more. She did this repeatedly, and then stopped and moved her head up as she took the tip of my cock between her thumb and forefinger. My penis is not exceptionally long – about 6 inches – but very thick. I am uncircumcised and Jeannie rolled back the skin until the entire head was exposed. There was a little pre-cum seeping from me, which Jeannie spread over the tip using her thumb before lowering her head and licking the tip all over, and then taking me into her mouth. Her beautiful red hair fell down around me and Jeannie went to work on my cock. I have considered myself fortunate, in that my wife is an expert at fellatio and is generous with this gift, as she genuinely enjoys giving head. However, she could learn many new tricks from Jeannie. While gripping my balls in one hand, Jeannie would lick them and then slowly move her head up and run the tip of her tongue under the head my cock, nip the foreskin gently between her teeth, blow on the head and then take me full into her mouth and millimetre by millimetre lower her head until my entire cock was inside her mouth. She then moved her lips and I could feel them pursing around the base of my shaft. My God - her mouth should have been licensed. I lay back and enjoyed every minute of this as she licked and sucked and teased and stroked me with her talented mouth and hands. I realized that if I didn’t break off, I was going to cum much too soon, and there were too many other things that I wanted us to do first. "Whoa, baby, it's my turn," I whispered. Jeannie reluctantly moved her mouth away from me and I rolled her onto her back. I scuttled down to her feet and, remembering she had said earlier that they were sore, I started to massage them. "Oooh that feels so good, baby," Jeannie sighed as I kneaded the soles of her feet and stroked her ankles and finally leaned down and kissed each one of her cute little toes in turn. I carried on kissing her feet and then her ankles and on up her shapely calves, thinking how many times I had admired them in the office, but never really imagining that I would be this close to them. I moved my head up to Jeannie's knees and instinctively she parted them as I continued kissing and licking my way up the insides of her thighs. My hands were on her hips, gently caressing her, and I nibbled the soft white skin of her legs. Continuing my kisses, I moved my head upwards and upwards, getting closer to, but just avoiding touching her pussy. I could see the moisture glistening between her lips and feel her warmth as I licked the line along the top of her left leg and then the right. Jeannie was squirming, trying to move closer to my mouth, but I quickly moved away, wanting her anticipation to last. I traced a line with my tongue up and over the base of her belly. She was almost clean-shaven, but had left a thin landing strip of red pubic hair pointing down to the final goal! I moved my tongue back down to her thigh and then eased her legs still further apart. Jeannie's pussy was there in front of me, and I gently parted her lips using my thumbs. There she was, glistening moist and warm, and the musky smell of her was filling my nose. Honestly, I don't think I could have resisted much longer. I gently blew breath on her pussy lips and felt her push towards me again and heard her moan... "Please?" I ran the tip of my tongue along the soft, silky smooth, shaved skin from the back of her lips to the front. She tasted so good. I licked back and forth, feeling her clit hardening a little more with each lap of my tongue. I opened my mouth and completely covered Jeannie's sweet pussy and probed inside her with my tongue. I felt her tighten around my tongue as I moved it slowly in and out of her, while my thumb was gently pressing and rotating on her clit. I felt Jeannie buck against me and her breathing was becoming less regular, interspersed with soft little moans and grunts. I kept up the rhythm with my tongue and thumb as Jeannie's thighs clamped around my head. Faster my tongue went in and out and my thumb pushed against her until, with a shudder, she screamed "Oh my God" and bucked so violently I had to move my face away, but continued stroking her clit until she finally started to relax again and her breathing slowed. "Wow," she said, "that was incredible. Why have we waited so long to do this?" I explained that I had wanted this and fantasized about it for months, but that I wasn't sure how she would react. "You silly boy," she said, "Didn't you see all the signals I was sending you?" Jeannie then went on to tell me that the glimpses of breast down her blouse and the thigh rubbing and so forth had not been in any way accidental. "You missed a lot of cues, lover, but it was worth waiting for! And we're not finished yet," she added. That was the biggest understatement. My balls were so full and starting to ache, there was no way we were close to being finished. Jeannie pushed me playfully over onto my back and moved down, taking the base of my cock in her hand and then giving it long, slow, wet, slurpy licks up and down the shaft, before taking just the head into her mouth. She then sat up and said, "I know it's not the same, but we both have to be careful and we need to use protection." I told her that I had thought of that, and that I should go downstairs, as I had left the condoms in the pocket of my jacket. I told her that I don't normally carry them, and that's why I made the excuse of stopping at the drugstore. She laughed and said, "So, you were assuming this would happen?" I mumbled something about how one can always hope and she replied, "Well, maybe I was hoping too. That's why I slipped into the convenience store on the way to the restaurant." We both laughed and she reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the little foil package. "Allow me," she said. She then went on to explain that when she was fifteen, one night at a sleepover one of her girlfriends had produced a condom and they had all practiced putting it onto a cucumber, and now she would show me how well she had learned the lesson. Jeannie told me to gently stroke myself while she unwrapped the condom. I asked how stroking myself would help, as I was already harder than I had ever been in my life. Jeannie replied that it wouldn’t help at all, but she just loved watching a guy play with himself. So I lazily stroked myself as she took the condom out of its foil package and then she dribbled more saliva onto me and told me to rub it in with my hand. She then expertly placed the condom on the tip of my penis and slowly rolled it down the length. She was on me immediately – straddling me and guiding the tip of my prick between her pussy lips. Her muscled legs allowed her to lower herself ever so slowly down my length, moving down an inch at a time, and then flexing her pussy muscles and squeezing me before repeating this over again. All the while she was grinning and looking into my eyes with a gleam of pure lust. When she finally reached the end she raised herself slowly up, lowered herself again onto my cock, and repeated the whole motion. I had never felt so long or as hard in my life as Jeannie kept up a slow, steady rhythm. I lay there watching her and seeing her tits bouncing as she rocked up and down. I moved my hand to her pussy, and as she moved up and down I started to work away at her clit. She was picking up the rhythm and I matched her pace with my fingers. Soon she breathed, "Keep going" as she leaned forward onto me. With my cock inside her I kept up the motion on her clit, round and round, rubbing her faster and faster until I felt her shudder again, and her muscles gripped my prick like a vise. Once more she came, moaning and bucking, and then flopped on top of me, gasping. "I am being greedy," she said. "It has to be your turn now." With my cock still inside her, Jeannie rolled onto her back and I was on top of her. I started to move again inside her with long, slow, deliberate strokes. I pulled my penis out until just the head was brushing the lips of her hot, wet pussy. "Noooo," she moaned as I left myself just outside her and then she sighed "Aaaah" as I slowly slid back in. She felt so good, and we moved together like old familiar lovers. Instinctively, she seemed to know what I liked and it seemed that I knew exactly what turned her on. We continued with the game of me pulling out completely and then pressing all the way home again. But Jeannie wanted more, and moved her legs up and locked them behind my back – pushing me deeper into her with her feet on my ass. Oh the joys of an athletic lover! I squeezed Jeannie tight and started thrusting with longer, deeper strokes. My cock was plowing into her, all the way to the hilt, and my balls were slapping against the cheeks of her ass. With each thrust she let out a small soft grunt. I knew that I was close, but there was one more view of Jeannie that I had fantasized about... I pulled out and despite her protests rolled Jeannie over onto her knees. "Oh good – doggy is my favourite!" she said as I positioned myself between her legs. She reached between her thighs and grabbed my cock and put it at the lips of her pussy. I pressed straight home and it felt so deep. I pulled back and then in again, working into a steady rhythm as Jeannie met each and every stroke. My God, the view of Jeannie from this angle was incredible. Her mane of red curly hair halfway down her back, and the beautiful globes of her gorgeous ass cheeks spread out below me – and I could just glimpse her tits swinging beneath her. I held Jeannie by her hips as I rammed my cock into her – stroke after stroke after stroke. Looking down at her, I knew I would not last much longer, and with one final thrust I started to cum. At the same moment I felt Jeannie contract and she screamed my name and shouted, "Oh my God, just fuck me, Oh my God..." I continued pumping into Jeannie and it felt like I was cumming forever. My strokes eventually got slower, and I wrapped my arms around Jeannie's slick body as she slumped forward onto the pillow. "My god, that was amazing," she said, as we lay in each other's arms afterwards, enjoying gentle slow kisses and still exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. We must have nodded off, snug and warm together, but when we awoke in the middle of the night, we decided that it would probably be best if I left before her inquisitive neighbours were up and about. We had a quick shower together and then I dressed and drove home with so many good memories running round inside my head. Before leaving we had promised that we must be very discreet as our marriages are important to us both, but also agreed that we must definitely repeat this. And soon. Next time it will be a hotel room, for a whole night of pleasure with Jeannie. |
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