Keeping my hottie happy is important. Its important for a number of reasons, the most obvious being that, as a woman married to another man, my time with her is not only precious, but it is also fleeting. Were always rushing here or there, trying to coordinate our schedules, it gets to be almost like work at times. Our affair shouldnt be like that at all, we should never become an obligation to each other. Given the fact that I cannot give her physical gifts to show her that I appreciate her, as they would arouse suspicion, or drown her in a sea of I love you textemail messages I have learned to be more creative. I write poems, random thoughtsdesires and send them to her, and I almost always bring dark chocolate to her she loves the taste, and I love to toy it off her body! Yummy! One day, while reading through an online body building site, I stumbled across a set of instructions on finding that elusive G-spot on your woman. I read through the guidelines with great interest, as I thought this would be something I could give to my lover a nice G-spot orgasm! BTW sex information was not the main purpose of this website, but it was there so I used it! At our next meeting, we: hugged, kissed, stripped, fondled, toyed, and played wonderfully.

We found a very convenient and affordable no tell motel an equidistant from both our work locations.

When we can make it happen, we meet there for 4 blissful hours of escape! The rooms are all pretty much the same: pale yellow walls, mirrors at the head of the bed and on one side wall, porn on the TV, and a black light. When we first turned on the mysterious second light switch, which energized the black light, our drab yellow walls were instantly covered in glow-in-the-dark hearts that had been sponge painted on the walls and ceiling very cool! Campy? Maybe.

Sexy? Hell Yes! I now have a very strong desire to paint our future bedroom in the very same motif.

Whenever were at a different location, both of us say: I miss the hearts! Personally, I miss the mirrors too! My OW is so hot, Ive grown immune to Tabasco sauce! Her eyes embody beauty.

Her kisses give me hope, and time with her is worth any price.

After giving her a good man on the bottom woman on top playing, she used the bathroom then came back to bed.

I placed a pillow under her hips and had her lay face down. I then began kissinglickingstrokingnibbling her legs and straddled her left leg. I inserted my right thumb inside of her and started feeling for that patch of rough skin about an inch past her pelvic bone her G-spot.

I found it! With a slow, but steady rhythm, I started enjoyingrubbingloving that spot she stopped me and indicated she knew what I was doing, or rather trying to do, but she had never been able to cum that way. I was disappointed, but respected her wishes to stop this pointless endeavor. We still had some great sex a little while latter though we kissed and I eventually pounded her from behind my favorite position she says! and came in a sweat drenched frenzy! Life was good. The next day, life was not so good. When we are apart I miss her terribly, and the crash as she calls it, was especially hard. The daysweek passed, gray and lifeless. Time without her is meaningless, and the world is devoid of colour. Our next encounter was charged with electricity! We had not seen each other in over a week, and we were both like uncaged animals the door was locked, we dropped our bags, ran into each others arms clawing and tearing at each others clothes! Kissing, biting, pulling, we stripped in less than 10 seconds! I reached down, grabbed her legs and lifted her 3 feet off the ground remember, I am a weightlifter, and she weighs nothing compared to what I squat or deadlift! She screamed! I threw her onto the bed and attacked her neck! She was so wet that foreplay was nothing more than a hindrance.

She needed to get played right NOW! So we just started playing hard me on top of her, kissing her neck, calling her name, and pawing her skin. She came with me on top this was a first, as she usually required being on top she called herself a control freak while she says Im just a freak!. After she stopped shuttering, I put her on top of me and proceeded to ride her as well as enjoy the view in the mirrors! With her eyes closed, she started moaning Oh baby, Hmmm, oh, Oh, OH! then she came again, but something was different.

She smelled more like sex, more amazing, more alive. She was shakingscreamingmoaningsweating, and I just kept my grip on her hips and pulled her into me over and over. She finally begged me to stop as she told me she was passing out I stopped and placed her vibrating body next no mine. I watched her jaw, arms, and legs shaking after a few minutes she finally calmed down and came back to earth. You are a god among men! She then described coming in waves, over and over again and the orgasm never stopped, it just kept going for as long as my member was hitting her right on her G-spot as when she was on top of me. I was very happy indeed. I had not tried, at that time anyway, to give her that little present, but she still got it! Now, she can cum as long as I can keep her on top of me, though shell eventually say No more! and beg me to stop. Too much of a good thing keeps my hottie very happy!