Brief

(Part 1 from 1)

I am 21 years old and in what some people would consider good shape. I don’t work out, but I don’t lie around, I have shoulder length dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Nothing you would look at twice walking down the street. Oh yeah, and I am married. My husband has never been a particularly romantic or even horny kind of guy. In fact, sex with us is always a pretty quick affair, three minutes at best with no foreplay to speak of. But instead of getting mad about it, I just learned to get off as quickly as he does. Before my husband and I got married, I was living a hell of a sex life. I wouldn’t turn down a hard cock for anything. And most of the time, when I wasn’t working, I was “with” somebody.

But I changed when I got married, figured it was the best thing I could do. We have been married now for almost a year and things are starting to get old. I want it all the time and he wants it once or twice a week, at best. Then it’s quick and unsatisfying when it happens. GOD BLESS THE INTERNET!!
   
I met a guy who had a web cam and it was a first for me. He gave me a “show” or two and I was hooked. He would call me on the phone and for the first time in my LIFE, I was able to really enjoy my “alone” time. He would tell me the things he would do to me if he ever got to meet me and slowly lead me up to the best orgasms I had ever had. Then he would turn his cam on and let me watch him. Life was good. He kept begging me to get a cam, and I just didn’t. Money, no time, SHY, whatever, I just never went out to buy one.  Then the big ball dropped… he was visiting a place ONE HOUR from my house in a week... ONE HOUR!!! Now wait, aren’t I married or something like that?? I mean, yeah he’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen with obvious talent for making a woman come, but do I really want to risk my marriage on someone I don’t know and met online?? What if he’s a psychopathic blah blah blah… arguments fading, I set up a time and place to meet him.
   
As the date gets closer, the arguments start to pop up again, so I talk to one of my guy friends online. That way if, God forbid, something happened, someone would know where I was. (Ever the practical one) He tried to talk me out of it, but there was a magnetism pulling me to this man like nothing I had ever experienced before. I had to meet him, it was that simple.
   
We had arranged to meet in a hotel lobby, sit and have a drink or two to “feel out” whether or not we really wanted to do this, then from there either go our separate ways or go upstairs, whichever wound up feeling right. So, I dressed to kill. I figured if I am going to do it, by God, I was going to overdo it. I put on a long black skirt that went from waist to ankles, had a slit up the sides (both) to the top of my thigh. There, it turned into criss crossed lace the rest of the way to my hips. (Flesh colored thigh highs and black thongs) Tight black tank top and strapless black bra, blue silk button down shirt left open. I looked good. I sat at the bar (I know, I know, cliché-ish) and ordered a daiquiri to calm myself down and settled in to wait, I was about 30 minutes early. About 10 minutes later, I had made up my mind to leave. I mean, what the hell was I doing anyway?? A married woman waiting for a man she’d met on the internet? Please. Right about that time, I felt a large, warm pair of hands come slowly around my waist and settle just under my ribs… a warm, wet mouth gently nibbling my neck and a hot hot hard body tight against my back. This was always the way our stories to each other started, so I knew he was there… and God, did he feel good. Dinner forgotten, he lightly held my hand and led me to a set of stairs.
   
It was like walking in a dream, crazy as it sounds. We walked up the stairs, just holding hands, managed to even get in the room without stripping our clothes off and throwing each other on the ground. Even in the room, it seemed like we just wanted to go slow, to enjoy this as much as possible before it was over and we had to leave again. Slowly, he brought his hands to the back of my neck and threaded his fingers into my hair to pull me closer to him. And then, he kissed me. Deep, hard, furious, ohmygodIamgoingtocumrightnow kissed me. And from there, everything is like a blur, our clothes disintegrated, the bed was just there and we were on it… together. His hands were hot on my skin and I couldn’t keep myself from moaning. He pulled my hands from his sides and held them loosely above my head. Then he lowered himself to nibble at my breasts, making me moan even louder. Just as I thought his lips alone were going to send me over the edge, *ahh* he was inside me. Deep and hot and hard. My hands were still over my head, but I wanted to touch him, to pull him deeper, claw him, SOMETHING, to get this energy out, because every time I was there he stopped moving, and wouldn’t let me come. But he refused to let go of my hands. It was maddening; he was hot, hard and deep then he was gone and I wanted to kill him. Before long, the moans I couldn’t control turned into begs. Please god baby, just fucking let me come please!! And every time, he would stop. Slowly, withdrawing his rock hard cock almost completely then slamming it back deep inside me, hard and deep. Thirty minutes or more, he teased me this way pulling out and ramming me full again, till his cock swelled inside me and he couldn’t stop himself from slamming into me over and over and over again till I screamed his name and almost passed out from coming so hard. For a few minutes, we just lie there, trying to breathe normally then he gently picked me up and carried me to the bathroom and turned on the shower, picked me up and carried me into the shower where we cleaned up a little bit and let the hot water relax us. But I had been deprived once, and I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. I wanted to taste him, feel his cock in my mouth and throat and feel his cum shoot down my throat, onto my face and chest. Taking him deep into my mouth, I began to drag my fingernails lightly over his balls, deep throating him again and again till I could feel him starting to swell inside my mouth. Knowing he was close, I sped up, sucking him harder and faster and then I stopped completely. Pulled my mouth away from him and ran my hand up and down his cock slowly. He groaned and pulled me to my feet, turned me around and slammed his dick inside me so hard; I screamed from pain and pleasure… more pleasure. He fucked me hard then, no games, no teasing, just straight sex. And when we came, we came hard and we came loud, crashing into it like animals. When it was over, we went to the bed to rest and build our energy back up. I mean, hell, we’d never experienced anything like this before and we wanted as much as we could get. Satisfied and sleepy, we fell asleep in each others arms, dreaming about tomorrow.
   
The next morning when I woke up, I could feel that he wasn’t in bed with me, and I panicked. I started to haul ass out of bed when I realized he was probably just in the bathroom, doing morning stuff. I waited, but there were no sounds in there, so I got up to find him. This is what I found:


   
Samantha,

I know that you are probably going to hate me for leaving, but I had to go. Last night, I found something in your arms I have been searching for my whole life, and now that I have found it, I can’t keep it. I know this seems unfair and cruel now, but tomorrow, the next day, maybe in a month, you will realize I did what was best for us both. We should have never met and now that we have, the best thing we can do is to forget it. You have your husband and I am not going to take that from either of you. I hope in time you can forgive me for leaving this way, but if you can’t, remember this. We had it. For a few hours, we had what millions of people spend their lifetimes searching for. That’s something you can’t forget and something I will treasure. Please, remember what we shared, and let that carry you through the rare moments of unhappiness. Cuz, no matter what, there’s a man who loves you and that’s something not everyone has.
-Me

To be continued

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