("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Rendezvous by Lookin' for Trouble (address withheld) *** A married woman tells the story of her first extramarital affair. (MF, affair) *** Recently I had my first extramarital sexual rendezvous, and it was an experience that I want to share. I am a very happily married woman in my mid-thirties, with what my husband calls million-dollar legs and a great body. And after ten years of marriage and three kids, I still think my husband is the world's best lover. Not long ago, however, I got the itch for some extracurricular activity with an old friend.

I knew my husband wouldn't mind, either. He had always encouraged me to try a fling, provided I recite all the details to him afterwards. For him the idea was a great turn-on. I guess the fact that I trusted him when he said he wasn't looking for an excuse to fool around helped to convince me.

Maybe nothing would have happened had I not run into Alex at a law school reunion last year. We had been friends in law school ten years earlier, before I was married. It had been mostly platonic, but we had slept together a couple of times, including one wild night where he had eaten my pussy for what seemed like hours.

After we each got married we had drifted out of touch, and I hadn't spoken to him in at least five years. When we spotted each other at the reunion, he hugged me warmly and kept saying how great he thought I looked. He couldn't keep his eyes off me the rest of the evening, which probably explains why his wife gave me the cold shoulder. I must say that I found his attention flattering, since he is a well-built and very handsome guy.

I thought of Alex often in the following months. Sometimes when making love with my husband, I would fantasize that I was with Alex again and climax with an unusually powerful orgasm. So one day I mustered up my nerve and called Alex at his law firm. After a few minutes of chitchat I invited him to lunch at a hotel located well away from my office.

For a moment he was silent, and then he eagerly accepted. We agreed to meet the next day. I immediately called and made a lunch reservation -- and another for a room. The rest of the day passed in a distracted fog; my husband tried to figure out why I was a million miles away but I had decided to say nothing until afterwards. This was no time for him to get cold feet and spoil my fun.

The next morning I put on what my husband thinks is my sexiest work dress -- a black, cotton-linen number that hugs my hips and sets off my legs. I also wore high- heel black fuck-me pumps. My nails were done in a provocative red that I never wear to work. Hubby's eyes were popping out when he dropped me at the train. And he didn't even know the best part: into my purse I had put a pair of black, seamed thigh-high stockings that I had never had the nerve to wear out of the house before. I planned to switch from my regular pantyhose in the ladies room at the restaurant before I met Alex. I counted the minutes as the morning passed and dashed out to the hotel before noon.

When I got there I picked up the room key and donned the stockings. Entering the restaurant, filled with businessmen in lunch meetings, I could feel every man's eyes on me. It was quite exciting. Alex had cleverly secured a secluded corner table, and his tongue was practically hanging out as I approached. "You look fantastic," he sputtered. Instead of answering I gave him an open-mouth kiss, teasing his tongue for a moment and noting with satisfaction that his cock had instantly come to attention in his pants.

We sat and made small-talk while lunch was served. Alex was devouring me with his eyes, but I could tell he was unsure how far I wanted things to go. Time, I thought, to take some initiative. I reached under the table and gently stroked the inside of his thigh with my red nails. Boy, did he get the message. His hand found my lovely legs and slid up past my tights, resting in my crotch. I shook from sexual excitement. At that moment I drew the room key from my purse and set it in front of him on the table. He smiled, kissed me deeply on the lips, and said what a coincidence it was that he had cancelled all his early afternoon appointments.

Up to the room we went without delay. Alex peeled my dress off and removed my panties and bra, leaving only the stockings and black pumps. I eased him out of his clothes, and we stood naked and embraced. It was delicious to feel the heat of another man's body after all these years -- what a fool I'd been for putting off my husband for so long. Alex's hands roamed all over my body, setting off tingling sensations everywhere at once.

I pulled him onto the bed and gently nudged him onto his back. I fondled his cock -- it was rock-hard and thick, the tip glistening already with his precum. Then I rubbed it wantonly across my lips, before licking it with my eager tongue. "That feels so nice," my lover moaned. "Please suck it for me." I was only too happy to oblige. I opened to take as much of his meat as I could, and I began a slow up-and-down motion, squeezing at the base of the shaft to increase Alex's pleasure. His bucking hips told me that I succeeded. But I didn't want to waste his erection just yet, so I slowed the pace and resumed teasing with my tongue. He growled in happy frustration.

In a moment I found myself flipped onto my back, Alex poised above me. His rigid cock brushed my pussy lips, which were soon wet with my heat. Now I was the one moaning in anticipation. "You tease," I murmured. "If you were a real man, you'd put it in." He smiled and gave me a deep soul-kiss.

Placing the tip of his cock at the opening of my moist cunt, he said, "I've wanted to do this since I saw you at the reunion. You knew it then, and you played the tease. Well, now the time has come." And with that he eased himself deep inside of me. The sensations -- his hard manhood, the smell of his sweat, the heat of our bodies locked together -- all these were magnificent. A current of sexual electricity coursed through my body as I wrapped my stockinged legs around his back and urged him on.

As Alex plunged deeply into my pussy, I realized that I had not taken my jewelry off -- my watch and my wedding ring. Suddenly I remembered that famous scene in the movie "Klute" where Jane Fonda checks her watch while she fucks a john, and I smiled because I wear the same style watch.

The wedding band added to the sense of illicit pleasure. I'm a married call girl, I thought to myself, and I love it! I teased Alex with my nails and told him what a terrific fuck he was. He lifted my legs onto his strong shoulders. I grasped his arms as he carried me along on the ride to ecstasy, my inflamed cunt slick with my love juices as I came in waves. Alex followed moments later, filling me with his passion and leaving me warm and wet.

As he collapsed beside me, I was too turned on to stop. I felt his cream dripping down my thighs. I hadn't forgotten that Alex had been a very eager practitioner of the oral arts in our encounters years ago -- he gave great head. I turned him onto his back.

"I've missed your tongue, too, darling," I cooed as I moved to straddle his face. He ate eagerly, his finger probing my sensitive butt-hole while he did, and I soon exploded in another gut-wrenching orgasm. We kissed again, our tongues a mix of all our tastes. By then it was past three o'clock and we quickly dressed to get back to our offices.

That night, after we had put the kids to bed, I did a sexy striptease for my husband and drew him into bed beside me. As he nibbled on my neck, I told him that I had finally had a date with another man.

He was momentarily stunned. But as I began to recount the details of my liaison with Alex while stroking my darling husband's cock, he grew incredibly hard in my hands. We began to fuck wildly. And as we did, I noticed I was still wearing my call-girl watch. It had been a delicious and wicked day all around. I am a very happy woman of the world. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 41