I first met Susan when my wife arrived home from work one evening. I was sitting indoors reading when I heard the car draw up outside the house and then the musical voices of my wife chatting and laughing with another woman.

They swept into the house and Susan into my life. She was quite tall and slim, perhaps about twenty-eight years old, with a pretty, lightly freckled face, clear skin and almost shoulder length shiny brown hair cut in a fashionable bob. Her eyes...

I can't remember them clearly but I imagine them to have been a lioness like green-brown.

She was wearing a light top that showed her small, firm, upward-pointing tits nicely and an ankle-length patterned skirt which emphasised her slim, gorgeous shape and firm, almost boyish soft place. Susan was a newcomer at my wife's work and her car had broken down. My wife had offered to drive her home and as our house was on the way, they had stopped by for a drink. I got up to greet them both, kissing my wife on the mouth and Susan on the cheek. She had a subtle perfume of warm woman and something else undefined and I noticed that she touched my side with her hand as we introduced ourselves. For the rest of their short stay I couldn't take my eyes off her, particularly when she was standing up, unconsciously displaying those long, slender, dancers legs. Over the next year or two I got to know Susan better...

overoccasional dinners at our house, at parties, even playing tennis togetheronce or twice. I fancied her like mad and I was sure that she likedme too, but the restrictions of marriage and the fact that she had aboyfriend of her own all seemed to preclude anything happening. It'strue that I fantasised about playing her, both while masturbatingdreamily and whilst making love to my wife..the unfaithfulness hadalready begun. When I jetted my thick spunk inside my wife's slick cuntit was into Susan's wet warmth that I imagined that I was cumming whenI spurted into Claire's willing mouth it was over Susan's lovelyface that I was spilling my load. One afternoon in June, almost two years after we had firstmet, I again happened to be home during the afternoon, when I heard acar crunch up the gravel drive to our house.

I leaned out of our loungewindow and my pulse leapt to see Susan step out of the car. I said "hello"in a surprised voice and greeted her warmly with a kiss on thecheek, again enjoying the way that she held me as we kissed.

She askedwhether my wife Claire was home and gave the impression that she waslooking for someone to talk to. I told her that no, my wife was out at workand invited her in for coffee. Susan was wearing a very lightsheer silk blouse with purple flowers printed on it, showing her flimsypurple bra underneath and those finely pointed breasts Her legs wereencased in light, black, slightly flared trousers and her small feetin elegant, black, strappy sandals. We sat at the table in our diningroom and chatted, gradually it came out that she had finally splitwith her boyfriend and that he had moved out of their apartment.

I had heard that the relationship was not running entirely steadilyso that I was not too surprised. We talked the split over for quite a whileseeming to draw closer and closer to one another. I wanted her sobadly that my length was half-erect in my pants and I could feel my juicesleaking slowly out of the engorged tip. Finally I couldn't resisttaking her hand in mine as we discussed her troubles.

This touch hada catalytic effect and we fell on each others mouths hungrily.

I liftedher out of her seat, my tongue delving into that longed for mouth," I can't believe this is really happening!" she moaned. My handwent for her small, firm breast. The nipple was already hard throughthe silky stuff of her blouse and thin, lacy bra. I slipped my hand insideher top and lifted her right breast free from the restraining clothing.Her skin felt smooth and warm in my hand.

Her breast was shapely,yielding yet firm.

The nipple a rough, erect button of flesh.

My lengthwas burning to be touched and I pushed my groin against her soft pubic mound.

I scooped her up in my arms and we half fell onto the sofa. Ikissed her smooth neck, her face and mouth, then took the nipple intomy mouth, making her gasp with intense pleasure.

My hand cupped hergroin through the thin material of her pants, feeling her hard pubis andthe softness of her private part beneath. I undid the waistband of her pants,exposing her fragile, sheer panties and the dark shadow of her soft pubes.I rubbed her silky panties over the entrance to her tight warmth, feelingthe slick, wetness of her moist cunt. Then I slid my hand insideher panties, caressing her soft, trimmed hair and partingher delicate softness-lips, before finding the firm ridge of her personal placeoriswith my fingertip. " I want to feel you in my mouth" she murmured.

Susan pushed me up and hurriedly open my pants and freed my hard length.

It stood up, proud and thick. The large, purple head shiny with my juice.He leant forward and took it straight into her sweet mouth and immediatelybegan working her lips over the plum-like head as if she was starvingfor my length. Her hand gripped the smooth, veined shaft and gentlywanked me into her mouth.

I couldn't stand this for long, so I pushedher onto her back and ripped her lower garments off.

I got betweenher slim, pale thighs and positioned my length at the entrance to herteasing cunt. I sank my length deep into her hot slit, making her almostscream with the over-intense sensation. I pumped my length intoher soft cunt, almost in a frenzy of desire. Susan was panting heavily,her gorgeous face, lightly flushed.

I took her white tit into my handand that extra sensation was too much. I felt myself bursting inside her,much too soon. I groaned as wave after wave of my semen, jetted insideher. This was too much for her too. Pushing her over the edge into herown intense, noisy orgasm.