She had expected to provide a blow job and then start fucking much in the way her husband demanded. It completely threw her when John sat with her on a couch; they talked some more as they finished their drinks. Then they spent what felt like an age fully clothed whilst kissing. Before she had an item of clothing removed Helen was wet with anticipation.
John stood before her and slowly began undressing, as he removed his shirt, Helen couldn’t resist reaching up and running her red painted nails over his perfect six pack. He turned away as he removed his trousers, Helen noting his powerful thighs and taught bum cheeks. He turned back around surprising Helen with a fully erect and significantly large cock; it just missed her face and was swaying and throbbing in front of her. As she was reaching out for it, John pulled away and said it was her turn to undress; he pulled her to her feet and took her place on the couch.
Helen wasn’t used to undressing under such intense scrutiny. Her shawl had already been abandoned, she reached behind and unzipped her dress, clutching it to her chest before finally releasing and letting it pool at her feet. Standing in her girdle, stockings and heels she suddenly felt very exposed and frumpy as she looked at the Adonis in front of her who looked like he had been chiselled from marble.
She could only conclude he was joking when saying, “Wow you are stunning,”
But he didn’t laugh, going on to say, “Don’t take off the lingerie, it’s so fucking hot.”
Helen relaxed a little and did a little curtsey. John stood and pulled her into a smouldering kiss, his hand gripping her ass firmly. As he broke the kiss both his hands moved to cup and squeeze her breasts.
“Jesus, just how big are these?”
“38DD replied Helen proudly, do you like them?”
“Love them, Danielle is only a B cup, these are tremendous!”
Helen wanted to drop to her knees and examine the meaty cock that was currently pushing against her stomach, but before she had the chance, John lifted her into his arms and walked toward the bed, throwing her on it. He then dove on top of her kissing her passionately. He moved down kissing over her neck arms and girdle. This is new, thought Helen, I wonder where…
Her thoughts were interrupted as John pushed her girdle up and planted a kiss directly on her mound. He gently eased her legs apart as he kissed her upper thighs before returning to his goal. Helen was staggered, Dave never provided oral and this felt so intense. She could see John gauging her reactions, as he brushed her clit with his lips her whole body tensed. John felt the tension telling Helen to relax and enjoy it before returning to kissing nibbling and sucking her clit. Her first orgasm arrived quickly with a second closely behind, this was a whole new experience.
She wanted to hold and kiss his gorgeous cock, but John insisted this was all about her and told her to lie back. As he steered his body between her thighs they kissed. Helen grasping John’ hardness with one hand and pulling him close by the buttock with the other. Her mouth opened wide to welcome his probing tongue. John broke the kiss to feast on her breasts after easing them out of the corset. The supporting corset under her breasts made them appear ridiculously large and more pert; John couldn’t get enough of them.
John moved up until the head of his cock was just touching Helens’ slit, he pushed forward. Helen moaned and opened her legs wider. Her arms encircled his neck and she pulled him toward her. She needed him NOW! John pressed firmly against her, the swollen head of his cock began to penetrate.
Helen was so overwhelmed by the new sensations assaulting her body that she was afraid she might pass out. He was stretching her so much and hadn’t even gotten started.
“Please…be gentle” she whispered.
John pushed forward steadily but relentlessly, easing slightly before feeding more of himself into her pussy. As her initial cry of pain converted into a deep moan he began pumping his cock slowly and deeply inside the now delirious Helen.
Helen was now completely taken over by her desire and the feelings she was experiencing for the first time in her life. Even under these circumstances she was aware that she briefly felt a moment of guilt for her husband, but it soon passed. She wrapped her stocking clad legs around John and pulled him in as her orgasm approached.
“Now…fuck me! Cum in me…please! Do it!!”
John obliged. He penetrated Helen to the maximum depth and stopped moving just as his cock began to gush inside her. Helen was overtaken with such a powerful orgasm that she briefly lost consciousness. She continued to hold John in a vice-like grip with her arms and legs. Finally they both relaxed in each other’s arms. He remained inside her for several minutes still enjoying the sensations of her body.
After he finally withdrew, Helen was amazed to see John cock just remained hard, his erection never faltered.
He looked down laughing, “Well that’s new, it must be the effect you have on me. Seems a shame to waste it.”
Helen couldn’t have agreed more, this time she did make him lie back before mounting his pole. She rode him cowgirl letting John play with her breasts. Helen was enthralled by the sensations running through her body; an orgasm during penetrative sex was another new experience. After that John rolled her forward and held her face whilst kissing her repeatedly. The combined sensations sent both into a final climax.
Did they have sex or did they make love? Helen wasn’t sure, it certainly felt like more than sex, there was a connection, feelings and emotions. She had no idea it could be so good. Unlike Dave, John was so attentive and considerate ensuring they both had an equal amount of pleasure. It was such a contrast to her husband who always felt like he was taking something from her. She found herself comparing her husband to John and he wasn’t coming out of that comparison very well at all.
After a long period of lying and holding each other, they eventually got up and began dressing. Helen found herself smiling as what they had just done whilst John looked on with what looked like regret at their parting.
“I have to see you again.”
Helen hesitated, they were both married. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, I mean that was… so intense, it could get out of hand.”
The better description which Helen refrained from expressing was that it was nothing short of a revelation, she wanted more but was pretty sure that it would end her marriage if it hadn’t done so already.
They dressed and left the room, Helen doing her best to reject John’s pleas to see her again.
Couples were moving around the first floor, several of the men checking Helen out somewhat obviously. John’s requests continued suggesting they just meet for coffee as friends and saying she must have felt the same connection he had. By this time Helen’s brain felt like it was near to shutting down due to an overload of emotions… she needed to find Dave.
Returning to the communal areas on the ground floor they found a clearly drunk Dave leant against the bar.
“Oh here, she is” slurred Dave, “The wandering slut returns, did you have a nice time dear with you boy toy?”
Helen was both embarrassed and furious, hissing “This was all your idea and I haven’t done anything you haven’t already done, numerous times I might add. And he is 10years older than your last bimbo. We’re going now before you make an even bigger fool of yourself.”
Dave was still muttering and looked close to passing out when Helen turned to see John still standing close and looking concerned, “I’m sorry John, I think this was all a horrible mistake, we need to go.”
John’s body sagged “Not for me Helen, it is the best experience I’ve ever had. I hope you and Dave can works things out though, good luck.”
She took a long last forlorn look at John then half dragged half supported Dave out of the club as he muttered comments about everything being rigged, bloody stupid system and they wouldn’t be back.
Things in Helen and Dave relationship deteriorated rapidly after their desperate effort at the club. All of Dave’s failings becoming more obvious compounded by his heavy drinking. Constantly moody and belligerent Dave often shouted at the kids and had taken to referring to Helen as a slut after their escapade at the club. He also accused her of cheating and threatened to kill both her and her imaginary lover. It escalated to the point of Helen moving back to her parents to provide a more stable home life for the children with a divorce following 6 months later.
It was on the day her divorce was finalised that Helen checked the old dating/ swapping site, it felt like a life time ago since they loaded the profiles. She was just about to delete her profile when she noticed her inbox was full of messages. Upon checking she noticed over 40 from a single source. A person whose profile was no longer linked to his wife’s Danielle. Helen deleted her own link to Dave’s profile and thought about replying to the last message… Dear John.