After our meeting on the 4th, I tried to stay away but thoughts of us together just would not leave me alone. I made up my mind that since my husband would be gone for the weekend, then so would I. I called Paul and asked if it was ok if I came over and he didn't hesitate to say yes.

So after my husband drove off Friday night I took a long hot bath and dreamed of what was to come. I put on a pair of very short shorts over my sheer white thong, and a low cut sleeveless blouse that you could almost see through, and went over to Paul's house. He was in the backyard getting the grill going, so he didn't hear me come in. That was ok, because that way I had the chance to admire his body without him knowing it. Even in his mid 50s he still looks great.

Slim waist, nice shoulders, solid arms, and a pair of legs that never failed to get me going. I came up behind him and gave him a kiss on the neck and asked what a girl had to do to get a drink around here. He turned and kissed me back and said the drinks and dinner will be very expensive, but he would think of some kind of fair trade. With that he went in and made us a couple of rum and cokes. We sat outside in his swing waiting for the bar-b-que, sipping our drinks, and enjoying each others company.

Dinner was simple but delicious, steaks, corn on the cob, and baked potatoes with another drink or 2 thrown in for good measure. We both know what we wanted, but waiting for it just made us want it that much more. After dinner, we were back in the swing again, listening to the stereo, Paul rubbing my shoulders, easing the tension in me.

His hands felt wonderful as they kneaded me. Probing softly, yet deeply, relaxing me, then his hands started working down to my shoulders and arms, finally I could wait no longer. I turned and kissed him. My tongue slowly exploring his lips and mouth. My hands holding his face to mine. When the kiss ended, I leaned back and removed my blouse and bra. Even though it was summer, I must have felt a chill because my nipples were hard as rocks. Paul bent to give them his undivided attention, sucking one while his fingers played with my other one. Eyes closed, head back, I was totally lost in the moment.

How long this lasted I have no idea, but when the swing started to move a bit more I opened my eyes to see Paul rising and reaching down to lift me up and carry me into his bedroom. Once inside, he laid me gently down on the bed, kissing me deeply, his hands playing with my breasts.

Finally he reached out and started working his hand to the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down from my hips, exposing my thong panties. The crotch of my panties was all wet by now, so Paul just smiled at me and asked if I tasted as good as I looked. I told him there was only one way to find out, so he did. He pulled my thong to one side and started to toy me up and down. After several minutes of this I couldn't take any more and my hips were thrusting into his face. I don't ever remember him taking my panties off, but the next thing I know my legs are wrapped around his head drawing his face as deep as I could into me. My climax ripped through me like a tornedo, for a minute I thought I would suffocate him, I had his face locked so tightly to me.

As my legs slowly relaxed, Paul's head came upand he toyed his way back up to my face.

I taseted the wetness of my softness on his lips and just lay there in a dreamlike state.

I opened my eyes again to find him still dressed and told him that just wasn't fair, and he should get with the program mister. All he was wearing was a tanktop and a pair of shorts, so in no time at all he was naked beside me. I looked down at his erection and ran my finger over the tip of his length. It was all wet with precum so i toyed my finger dry, and lowered my head to take him in my mouth. I told him how no man has ever cum in my mouth, but if he wanted he could be the first. Paul shook his head no, said he would rather be inside me.

I toyed and sucked with all my might trying to get him to cum, but he wouldn't release, so I finally gave up and rolled over opening my legs for him.

As he entered my softness, he just head the head of his length at the opening, rubbing it all over me. I couldn't take anymore so I locked my legs arouds his hips and thrust tight up against him, burying his length deep inside me. We started a long slow pumping motion the was soon rising to the point of no return when I felt him begin to build. When he came, it was like a torrent of hot liquid erupting inside of me. I climaxed again and tried to fill every inch of me with him inside.

As he rolled off me, I looked down and his length was still hard. I reached down and ran my finger up his shaft, gathering our combined fluid together for a quick taste, and offer Paul some also. He had a better idea as he lifted my hips to his face and started toying my soaked softness clean, Nobody had ever done that to me before, it got me so excited I climaxed again almost within seconds as i rode his face. We made love several more times that night. We never played, but we made love. After this, how do I go back to my husband?