It started with phone calls to my husband. You worked with him for five years. You would call every two to three months and when I answered, I'd say "no, he's not home. May I take a message"? And you would always say, "no, I'll see him at work". After three years of this, one night you called and decided to introduce yourself over the telephone. We chatted for an hour about many subjects and you made me laugh. We exchanged e-mail addresses and you told me to show my husband how to send'you an e-mail. That really made me laugh. He hates the computer. So, you sent me an e-mail. Telling me how much you enjoyed our telephone call and left a quote in your e-mail. Two weeks later you called again and he wasn't here and so the ritual began. We would talk and laugh and have very thought provoking conversations and after the fifth call, you told me how my sexy voice would turn you on. I gave you my work number and you began to call me at work. You would tell me that the minute you heard my voice, you would be hard. I loved how you stimulated my mind with your intellectual conversations and I found that I liked the idea that you would get hard at just hearing my voice.

After two months of talking, we agreed we should meet just to know to whom we were talking to. We met at an agreed upon place and I left my car and you took me to your beautiful house in the mountains. It was spring and the day was so warm. We sat on your deck and enjoyed the hummingbirds and you offered me a Popsicle. I'chose banana and I began to lick and suck the Popsicle and you asked me why I did not bite it. I told you my teeth were cold sensitive and that I always just licked and sucked on anything cold. I watched your eyes as they watched my mouth. Before I knew it, you were standing in front of me. Your jeans unbuttoned and your hard cock thrusting at my mouth. I took you in my mouth and you told me how you loved the feeling of the cold on your cock. It wasn't long and you came and I sucked and licked every wonderful drop of your juice. Then I had to go. You took me back to my car and made me promise to get on the computer and let you know that I had made it home safe.

When I got home, you had already e-mailed me. Oh'I remember how it made me laugh when you told me you had no idea that I was built like a brick shit house and that I had long, brown hair, large green eyes and a smile that beckoned as if to say'come fuck me. Bedroom eyes would be how my eyes have been described to me by many men. You said you had no idea that my husband was married to someone so beautiful. You couldn't believe that we hadn't had sex in five years. You stroked my ego and I loved the compliments as it had been so long since a man had captured my interest. I e-mailed you and'we exchanged messenger nics so we could chat. You wanted to meet again. I was feeling guilty for betraying my marriage and felt we needed to stop talking to each other. You did not want to. All you could talk about was how badly you had wanted to fuck'me. How you loved my long legs, clad in their tight leggings and that you knew I wasn't wearing any panties. I told you that I never wear panties and I knew what you were thinking. I was dripping just at the thought of you being hard again. I didn't dare tell you how badly I had wanted that cock deep inside my tight, wet, hot, dripping pussy. I didn't believe in affairs and I didn't want to get involved with you. You told me you didn't care that I was married. That you were infatuated with my voice,'my huge breasts, my nice ass, my long legs and my eyes and smile. You said you would take any time that I would give you. Even if it was just to talk. You love my intelligence and they way I can speak on any subject. You tempted me, beyond my convictions of being true to my husband. I agreed to meet you'but I didn't tell you that it would only be one more time''

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