Lawfully wedded nymph

Don K. Hotey

CHAPTER ONE

I couldn't believe it-I was having my first affair!

It had begun so simply, so unexpectedly, that the sheer driving energy of events had scooped me up, and carried me along with it as if I were a mere pawn, with no control over my own destiny. I had been in a bar, having an innocent drink, waiting for a train to take me home, when all of a sudden, without knowing exactly how, for the first time in my life, I had gotten picked up by a tall, blonde-haired man.

And now I was alone with this strange man, a man I've known for less than an hour, and I was in his room with him: a twenty-eight year old woman, married eight years, and this handsome man I knew only as Adam was kissing me on the lips. And what was even stranger, even more disconcerting, was that I was kissing him back.

We were standing in the doorway of his room. Adam had just closed the door behind him, and the lights in the room weren't even switched on yet. Adam turned, took me in his arms, and pressed me back against the door. I let him, sliding my arms up his broad back, and I eagerly crushed his tall, hard body against my softness. His legs were pressed against my crotch, and I parted my thighs, pushing myself even harder against him.

"Oh, Jesus, Sally," he moaned feverishly. "My God, my God!"

His tongue snaked into my mouth in a hard, wet kiss, and I parted my lips to suck hi,s tongue deeply into my mouth. I could taste the lingering flavor of whisky on his breath, and it mingled subtilely, eroti-cally, with the warm, slippery moisture of his saliva. His lips were thick and soft, and he rolled them gently against my lips, plunging his spongy tongue in and out of my mouth, exploring the wet cavern of my lips and tongue with an urgency that betrayed bis excitement. I sucked hard on his tongue, almost as if I was trying to swallow it down my throat.

My head was spinning, partially from the two drinks I'd had in the bar, but mostly from the heady realization that for the first time in my married Me, I was making love to a man who was not my husband. The very suddenness of it, the complete absence of premeditation was enough to make my head feel as if it was floating three feet above my shoulders. It had begun so guiltlessly: Adam offered to buy me a drink. Then he asked me back to his table, a booth at the rear of the bar. I went with him, and before I knew it, he was sitting next to me, with his hands in my lap and his fingers under my skirt. A moment or two later, his zipper was opened, and I was fondling his erect cock under the protection of the table. He hadn't even kissed me or suggested what he was about to do. He simply dropped his hands to my thighs, massaged my cunt through my dress, then slipped his hand up my skirt. I didn't stop him, nor did I want to. My excitement was so profound, so shattering, that there was no way I could have stopped him. It seemed fated.

Now we were in his room, and Adam was kissing me. My train, the train that would have taken me home to Peter, my husband, the train that I had been waiting for when first I went into that bar, had long since gone.

I was standing on my toes, stretching up, and I kissed Adam with my wet, pressing mouth. I slid my tongue over the lump of his thrusting tongue, and pushed it back into his mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue frantically around his lips, over his teeth, then I plunged deeply into his mouth. I felt h'ke moaning, but there was no space to-our lips were sealed together, one atop the other, fixed with our burning, mutual passion. His body crushed me into the door, flattening me under his pressing weight, and I could feel every ridge, every indentation of the door as it cut into my back.

I parted my legs even more widely, and Adam pushed his thighs between them. His cock was still erect, or erect again, and I could feel it laying against the mound of my cunt. Even through the many layers of our clothing, the long, hard heat of his cock baked down into my cunt. My clit was throbbing and my% panties were wet. The crotch-piece was sticking to my damp flesh h'ke a second skin. I pushed back against Adam, and pressed my wet cunt against the thickness of his humping cock.