Strangers and Lovers

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Strangers and LoversEveryone has heard of the “seven year itch”. That restless feeling that has tested the fidelity of numerous couples.For me, it was something closer to a “four year itch”. But for years I resisted all urges, advances, flirtations and proposals from a series of men. Co-workers, old flames, even my husband’s cute cousin, were all reminded that I was a married woman who was faithful to my husband. Why would I need to stray anyway? My husband and I enjoyed a reasonable sex life, filled with variety and excitement. At the beginning, we had sex nearly every night. As the years passed, every night turned into every second night, then once a week, until by the sixth year of our marriage we fucked from time to time. What had happened to us? Sure, we both had busy careers and lives, but I still loved sex and I missed my husband’s nightly attentions. It wasn’t all his fault. I wasn’t as spontaneous as I had once been. I became content most evenings with settling in for a glass of wine and a warm bath.Still, something was stirring inside me. Instead to actively resisting temptation, I began to seek it out. It started with a bit of innocent flirtation at work and progressed to several “girls night” at the bar. But it never went any further than a bit of drunken grinding on the dance floor, then straight home.But that all changed one night while I was chatting online. I started spending time in adult chat rooms in an adult dating site, talking about sex to satisfy my increasing lust. One night, a guy wanted to chat in private. I reluctantly shared my email address and we chatted ever night for a week, mostly about sex, but also the deteriorating state of both of our marriages. I longed for the time that Dan and I spent chatting. It was remarkable therapy for both of us. I had started to develop an emotional attachment to this man. I had told him the most intimate details of my life, but I had never even met him. I didn’t even know his full name or what he looked like. One night, I sent him an email güvenilir bahis şirketleri suggesting that we exchange photos. In exchange for the tasteful, fully clothed picture of myself that I sent him, he responded with a picture of his erect cock. I was taken aback and a bit discouraged that this man whom I had been so open with, was seemingly unwilling to share a proper picture of himself. Still, it was an impressive member, stiff and veined, with a large head that almost glowed purple. He was certainly bigger than my husband. As disappointed as I was, I stared at the image of his cock, memorizing every exquisite detail. I fantasized and masturbated about my new friend and his lovely cock.The next night we chatted, he questioned me about what I thought of the picture he had sent, obviously fearing that he had crossed a line and upset me. I wrote that it was beautiful but insisted that he send me a proper picture. He agreed and we began to seriously discuss meeting in person. Our nightly chats became increasingly pornographic and finally we agreed to meet.I have been an avid swimmer for most of my life and still go for a weekly dip. Thinking that a public pool was a suitable and relatively safe place to meet a complete stranger, I invited Dan to meet me for a swim. It was a cold fall day. I was nearly trembling in anticipation of meeting my lovely stranger for the first time. I debated over and over what swimsuit to wear, opting for a tasteful simple blue and yellow one-piece. I told my husband that I was going for my weekly swim and that I planned to stop to get milk on the way home. As a arrived at the pool, my pussy tingled as changed into my swimsuit and took a quick shower before entering the pool. The pool was crowded when I arrived and I could not find anyone even remotely resembling Dan. I only had a single picture, would I even know him to see him? Frustrated, and suspecting that Dan got cold feet, I decided to stop pacing the deck and jumped in to start some laps. After bets10 about 20 minutes, the pool began to clear out and only a few people remained. I got out of the water and entered the sauna where several people sat silently, eyeing me when I entered. Just about to leave a man walked in and sat down about two feet from me. He was attractive, with wavy brown hair and blue eyes, wearing tight black swim shorts. I could not be sure that it was Dan and did not want to risk being wrong, so I casually struck up a conversation with him. A few moments later, when the sauna was nearly empty, he shimmied closer to me and whispered “Hi Darcy, it’s Dan. Sorry I’m late. It’s so great to meet you”. He brushed my thigh with his leg. He already had an impressive bulge in his shorts that he was obviously trying to conceal. The heat of the sauna was nothing compared to the attraction between us. I suggested that we leave and got a coffee to get to know each other better. He agreed and we walked out of the sauna together though the back, outside of which is a single shower for people to use prior to returning to the pool. He entered the shower. I waited for him to finish, watching lasciviously as the water flowed down his body and over his bulging crotch. Unsuspecting, Dan suddenly pulled me into the shower with him and wrapped his arms around me. I crushed my body up against him and ground my pussy against his cock. Our shower for two lasted less than a minute, we both understood that we were in a pubic place. In those few seconds though, we enjoyed a deep french kiss, I squeezed his cock over his shorts, and he pulled the gusset of my swimsuit aside to run a wet finger between my lips.I showered and dressed in record time and met Dan at coffee shop near the pool. He was surprisingly shy for a guy who had pulled me into a public shower and fingered my pussy only a few minutes ago. We engaged in mostly boring discussion for the duration of our coffee and it seemed that our minute of naughty fun might be the bets10 giriş start and end of our little affair. We left the coffee shop and sat in my car for a bit. It was our first moment of real privacy that evening. The spark that I had sensed while we chatted on line suddenly returned. I leaned over and put my head on his chest, while he stroked my hair, telling me how exciting it was to finally meet. We began to make out like horny teens and I lifted up my sweater and placed his hand on my breast. He stoked and lightly pinched my nipples with such skill that my pussy twitched. I became increasingly aware that we were in a parking lot where anyone could stroll by and see our passionate play. I breathlessly muttered that we had to stop. His disappointment turned to excitement a moment later when I started the car and sped away to a remote spot nearby. Once there, assured that we were alone at last, we lowered our pants allowing one another better access (it was too cold to get naked unfortunately). His cock was hard and throbbing and begging to be played with. Using both hands, I stoked it, feeling the warm, soft flesh in my palms. Dan instinctively found my clit and began his expert manual ministrations. He brought his fingers to my mouth and a sucked eagerly on them, after which he plunged them into my sopping pussy and worked by G spot. I was so fucking horny and came fast and hard by his hand.Catching my breath, I kissed him, still stroking his cock, then whispered “I want to suck your cock!”. I took gently licked the head of his cock, almost scared to attempt sucking it. He held my head gently as a worked up and down his cock with my hands, tongue and hot mouth. I tried taking it all but couldn’t engulf all of his manhood. After a few glorious minutes his moans became louder and he came in my mouth. I gulped it down, loving that I had made him cum such an impressive load. I kissed him once more, his cum still on my tongue.That was the first of many swim nights that Dan and I enjoyed. We eventually gave up on the swimming all together and just met for sex. It was always a wonderful experience, but nothing could ever top the first time on that night when our pleasure took us from the sauna, to the shower, to the car, and to finally, to ecstasy.

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