One of the difficulties of being married but cheating on your spouse, is finding the time and place to meet your playmate. My playmate, Marie (not her real name) was attached also, so the opportunities needed to be planned for carefully.

It all started when Marie and I recognised an obvious compatibility with each other’s profiles on one of the more active Australian based adult dating sites. For a start, we were both located in country Victoria about a half hours drive from one another. For anyone who is looking for the opportunity to play discreetly away from the their spouse, 30 minutes drive is about as close as you can get before everyone knows your business. Marie was 43, slim, about 5’ 7”, very attractive and – married to Sam. Marie stated in her profile she was looking for someone who was honest, respectful, with a bit of a sense of humour and keen for a no strings relationship. I on the other hand had indicated I was married and seeking a married woman to have some fun times with either alone or with her husband present in need.

One of the advantages of looking for married players when you are also married is that there is an understanding about the need for the play-time not to interfere with the marriage. That means, careful about diseases, careful about contact arrangements and meeting and careful about how you conduct your affair. However, once the appropriate level of care has been shown in getting together, the two players often have a good deal of consideration for their play partners and the time spent together can be very enjoyable.

Marie and I, first made contact by meeting each other in the free nightly chat room. Both of us needed to access our respective computers during the day, in order to maintain the discretion, so it was mid afternoon when we were able to first hook up in the chat room. We soon progressed to using our other forms of contact and instant messaging. It was during these first few online discussions that I found out that Marie had contact and intimacy needs. Her sex life was at the time, regular, although on the sparse side, short and sharp with occasional bouts of foreplay and real intimacy but often just the physical activity of intercourse followed by a quick cleanup and then sleep. Marie loved her husband but couldn’t seem to drag him out of the rut of daily routine he was in. Neither did she think she had to. She was an attractive woman, who cared for him well. She had devoted a great deal of her life to being his partner and felt that to some degree that was how she was now defined. She enjoyed life with him but felt there had to be something else. She couldn’t possibly be past her best at only 43. Sam very seldom gave Marie any cause to enjoy sex. If it weren’t her only opportunity for a little bit on intimacy with Sam, there wouldn’t be much point to sex at all.

During my discussions with Marie I had indicated that I like giving in a sexual relationship. At times I may not have been as eloquent as I needed to be and Marie may have thought I was just looking for casual sex with as many women as would have me. Whilst that’s not such a bad thing to desire, it wasn’t what I had meant. I enjoy the foreplay part of sex, the touching, exploring, even the sexual banter full of innuendos and double meaning, which all adds to the excitement and anticipation of sharing sex and ultimately climaxing. I impressed upon Marie the fun that we could have together building up the tension, playing with each other’s minds, learning about our bodies and our own responsiveness, talking about fantasies that we can’t share with our partners. Marie questioned why my profile indicated I would meet married women alone or with their partners. It is because I enjoy the intimacy part. I don’t have to go straight for the honey pot and would actually be a bit put off by a woman who wanted nothing more than wham bam thank you ma’am. So if a woman was happy to invite another man into their relationship, then the intimacy just takes on a different nature, nevertheless the tension build-up continues along a similar line and when it comes to physical intimacy, some adjustments are made. Whatever the outcome, the focus remains on the woman’s pleasure.

When I finally got to meet Marie, it was a weekday morning about 11:00. I can arrange my work schedule around this sort of encounter and Marie was home alone, and able to host my visit. We sat and talked for a while, firstly on a very platonic level but after 20 minutes or so, the first indications of sexual innuendo crept into the conversation. Soon every other sentence had some double meaning and the acceptance of each other as potential play-mates was established. We then started to talk about some likes and dislikes, and whilst Marie was forthcoming with a couple of straight answers such as she didn’t like anal, and wasn’t into pain, she was less that forthcoming with what she did like.

I, on the other hand, was very straight forward in letting her know I loved giving oral. In particular, I loved the smell and taste of a woman aroused and was really a slave to almost any suggestion whenever a woman was sitting on my face. I found the prospect of bringing a woman to climax orally, more exciting and stimulating than actual sex, especially if I were wearing a rubber. Marie actually blushed a little when I told her this and, I could be mistaken, but I thought she definitely squirmed on her seat. It seemed like we both might enjoy ourselves.

After a further 5 minutes or so of discussion on how attractive I found her to be and how I was particularly fond of her breasts, and then Marie asking to feel my package, grabbing my crotch to feel a semi erect six and a half inches, (nice and thick she said) ,we moved into the living room, in front of the fire. I sat at Marie’s feet and began to massage her stocking clad feet. A nice firm massage designed to release tension without the sometimes associated pain of deep tissue massage. I asked if Marie had some oil and would she like me to continue. We negotiated a, bra and undies, face down position using a bath towel for retaining the warmth. Fifteen minutes later and having covered her calves, then her shoulders and back, the bra was unclasped but still in place. I asked Marie if I were able to ease her panties down to continue on her buttocks. Nothing was said, just the lifting of the hips to allow me to proceed. The panties were off in one clean movement and I immediately returned to her lower back and the area where the top of her panties came to. Then the massage continued with gentle kneading of each buttock and continued action over each upper hamstring, resulting in fingers brushing past her labia.

The smell of her sex was intoxicating.

Up until now I had been working on her back from either side of her body, so I repositioned myself to move between her legs rocking forward to apply part of my weight to her back, working up and down the spine. My thumbs would part the top part of her crack on each downward stroke and my fingers would flip the underside of her buttocks an each return stroke. After a short while on the next downward stroke, I eased myself back and lowered my mouth to inches from her wet and glistening labia. I blew a gentle breeze across her lips and was rewarded with the most seductive movement, a slight raise in her hips and a rolling out of her legs, clearly inviting a repeat performance. The next stroke I repeated the action and again and again, each time dropping my head closer but blowing softer. Now I was within reach and my tongue traced her lips. A second pass with my tongue wriggled between her folds and so on, until I was prostrate, lapping gently at her lips and clit.

In this position I was very uncomfortable with my neck folded back to my shoulders as I reached for her with my tongue. As a result of being aware of this or maybe in a effort to feel more tongue (the latter I think), Marie lifted her hips again and rocked back allowing me to probe deeper and more urgently with my now rapidly moving tongue. Two three, four, five minutes maybe more and each time Marie’s rocking becoming more urgent, she was whimpering and making a strange humming sound and then she bucked, hard, and exhaled with a primeval grunt. Three, four, five humps and then she sank onto the rug.

I know women can often get very sensitive after cumming, so I crawled up to lay next to her. Marie turned and smiled at me, she stuck her tongue out to lick her juices off my face. Did you enjoy that she asked? Loved it I said. I then told her how sexy she was and that she tasted so wonderful, she could have got me to do anything and I would have complied. Like what she asked? Would you have licked my arse? Yes I replied, not my favourite, but yes I would have. What if I were dirty she asked? I said I knew she wouldn’t be, but if she were, that would be my bad luck, I would still do it. Marie went quiet. She seemed to be contemplating something but didn’t tell me.

I’m going to have to go I said, I needed to get back to work in order to maintain an adequate alibi. We said our goodbyes and Marie asked if I wanted to see her again. Hell yes, was all I could say. I’ll be in touch she said.

Back at work later that day, I received an email. Marie was asking if we could get together on Tuesday next week. No problems I replied but it will need to be early, I’ve got two appointments to get to, for work, the first is at 11:00 am. That’s not a problem replied Marie. I was hoping you could make it at 7:30. I can, I replied I could even be there at 7:00. I often leave for work then, so its not out of the ordinary. No 7:30 on the dot said Marie, any earlier and Sam won’t have left for work. Make sure his car is gone from out front and come around to the back door. It will be unlocked. I thought this is a great advance to our relationship, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Tuesday came and I turned into Marie’s street at 7:29 just in time to see Sam’s car pulling out of their driveway. I drove straight past without looking until he had cornered and was out of sight. I took one turn around the block the opposite way and pulled up in front of their house. I looked about and quickly walked to their side gate and out of sight. The back yard was secluded and I easily made my way to the back door, tried the handle and pushed it open. I heard Marie’s voice coming from the room immediately to my left. “I’m in here” she said. I closed the door behind me and turned into her bedroom. Lying in her queen size bed, a sheet half over her body lay a steaming sexy Marie. Take your clothes off and join me she said. Even though she had not seen me naked yet, I had no hesitation in stripping and joining her on the bed. She lifted the sheet and invited me under as she leaned on one elbow. Her breasts, which I was now getting my first good look at, were heavy although not overly large. I love the way natural breasts hang and I reached out tentatively to touch one of them. Marie spoke. She asked me if I had enjoyed the other day. I nodded my agreement. She said she had had the best time too but was intrigued by my offer to do anything she wanted. I affirmed what I had told her. I loved her smell and taste and when she was building to climax, my head was swimming with intoxication. But you also said you would be willing to do dirty things she asked rhetorically. My little head was now starting to fill with blood. I know I did, I answered. I get that way when I’m very excited. I really enjoy pleasing women and you are very much a woman. Marie then kissed me. A deep sensuous kiss, that had a hint of morning breath, but was heady and powerful. I want you to do something for me she said when we broke our kiss. What’s that I asked, feeling a little flushed. I want you to get excited to the point you will do anything for me again. It won’t take long I replied. Let me kiss your body I said. Not yet she replied, I want you very excited before you touch me. What’s the most sensitive part of your body she asked. My nipples I replied. Pull on my nipples or suck them hard and pull down hard on my scrotum. Ooh, Marie said, I’m going to enjoy this. I felt her hand grip my scrotum and jerk it. No I said, just pull hard. Now Marie was pulling down hard and I felt her warm mouth envelope my right nipple and she sucked it hard. The pressure was unbelievable, but just short of the hurting stage. She released the right nipple and gave it a tweak between her thumb and forefinger. Then her lips latched onto the other nipple and I felt her teeth grazing. I was getting little electric jolts from this attention and then Marie stopped and sat up. Will you do anything she asked. I might I replied. Another hard suck and then a little bite. How about now she asked. Yes I replied, sporting as hard an erection as I’ve ever had. Good she said, now you can worship my body.

I was going to enjoy this, however I didn’t think there was a need for the massage as she had taken such an aggressive stance. I suckled one breast, then the other. I could smell her body and was aware of how she had not yet showered but she smelt wonderful, not adorned by perfume and scent but all her own smell. She was obviously a generally clean person because her natural scent was beautiful. I soon found myself kissing my way down her tummy. I was looking at her as I was kissing her and realised how good her condition was, her body could easily pass for a much younger woman. I was at her naval and decided to break the obvious path and crawled up to kiss her very inviting lips. We were kissing passionately and that was further keeping my erection at full steam. I broke the kiss and started my way down her body once more when Marie said, here, let me help, roll onto your back. I did as I was told and Marie swiftly threw her leg across my torso and lifted herself up. I wasn’t ready for intercourse and started to protest. She hushed me by placing a finger to my lips. I noticed a faint trace of sex on her finger and licked at it. Marie smiled and said, I want you to eat my pussy like you did the other day. Oh, yes I nodded. Marie smiled and began moving up my body, her knees now resting on my biceps.

Something else she said, I want you to suck all of Sam’s cum from my freshly fucked pussy. I felt the blood, rush to my face, I also felt my erection throb repeatedly. With so much blood churning around, I thought I might have a heart attack. Marie reached around and felt my engorged prick, I thought that might be your answer she smiled, and sitting up she placed her engorged lips over my face. I could see the matted hair, the red puffy lips, the shine of juices that may have been hers or may have been his. I could also see a pearl forming at the base of her inner folds. Lick it, I heard her say. My tongue darted out and I had my first taste of fresh fuck pussy. It tasted…..great.
The strong smell of male cum, seemed a bit different to mine, but was overpowered by the sweet smell of aroused womanhood. I dove in with my tongue. The texture was certainly different but the taste was really not all that unusual. Then a glob of semen was forced out and that was clearly different. By this time Marie was beginning to rock forwards and backwards and my thoughts about semen was quickly replaced by how good it was to be tasting this woman again. More semen was forced out and Marie was becoming more urgent. Suddenly she convulsed and shuddered. My face was soaked with her juices and the remnants of her husband’s cum.

This has to be one of the most memorable experiences of my life.

Marie rolled herself off my face and turned to look at my cock. It was semi deflated and a puzzled look came on her face and then she suddenly laughed. You’ve cum already she said. I had. My belly was pooled with white and opaque globs of my cum. The excitement had caused me to cum and I didn’t even get to feel it, yet somehow I felt more pumped and more excited than I had in a long time.

Do you think this might happen again, Marie asked. I hope so!