They had been at the party for a few hours. The two couples had circled each other like a matador facing down a bull, or two wrestlers, waiting for the right moment to go for the pin. His wife and her husband had no idea what was going on behind the scenes of their spouses' thoughts. Everything seemed normal.

He, on the other hand, had been eyeing her the entire evening. He tried very hard not to stare or to make it obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

They had planned this. It had been over a year in the making. They had been talking online more and more often. They had met in a chat room, and clicked immediately. She had read his stories. She was captivated by the subject and his writing style. She had reached out first, telling him how much they thought alike and how her husband would never understand her special kink. He had been entranced at the first video clip she had sent him of her reading one of his stories as she pulled and twisted a bare nipple topping the most fabulous breast.

Even now, he was getting hard just thinking about that video, while staring at her in her buttoned-down blouse from across a crowded room.

Finally, when his wife reached out to rub his back, their signal that she was getting ready to go and he should start saying his goodbyes, he leaned over and whispered that he had to use the restroom first. She nodded and kissed him on the cheek.

He got up, caught the eye of the 'other' woman, and started to walk towards the stairs to use the restroom on the second floor. She got there first and scurried up the stairs ahead of him, looking over her shoulder to throw him a smile. He tried to be nonchalant about it, but inside, his heart was beating faster than a thoroughbred during a race. He was sure that his heartbeat could be heard by all around him as he climbed the stairs.

At the top, he turned toward the bathroom door that was closed. Not being sure if she was the one in there, he gave a tentative knock. The door opened; a hand reached out to grab him by the shirt and bodily drag him into the room. Then, she was climbing up his body, pushing him back against the door to close it. She was shorter by a few inches, which he loved, and she actually shimmied up his body like a monkey up a tree. Her lips were suddenly forcing themselves against his mouth, desperately trying to taste him. His hands moved on their own, reached under her to cup her round, perfect ass that he had caught sight of many times through the evening.

They both knew that their time was short. Their spouses would be expecting them back all too soon. But they had been flirting with each other for what seemed like forever. They had agreed that this would be their one tryst. He had told her that he still loved his wife, even through their sexless marriage. That's what happened sometimes. Menopause was the worst fucking design in the creation of women. He had vowed to have words with whoever was in charge when he died.

Her fingernails were digging into his shoulder as they kissed like horny teenagers. Their tongues were searching each other's mouths, trying to get the taste of one another. Her lips had a strawberry gloss on them that he thought was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life.

When they both came up for air, he looked into her eyes. Those glorious eyes he had only seen through a screen. They were amazing, bright, and filled with lustful desire for him. She was half his age, yet she was in his arms, kissing him and grinding her hips against a hard-on that seemed like a miracle to him. It had been a very long time since he had felt this full and intense.

"Please?!" she whispered to him. "Please, take me. I need you, desperately. I've felt like we should have been together all along. My heart has been aching at the thought of you touching me, kissing me, being with me. Please!" She had a manic look on her face. Like she would just go crazy if they didn't make love.

He bent his thighs a bit to give her a place to sit, then reaching up, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it apart, her buttons flying all over the tile floor, exposing her bra-encased tits. From the first time she had shown him her breasts, he had been obsessed. He dreamt about them. Had daily fantasies about them. Had even jerked off to them a few times. Now, here they were, presented for him to push his face into. To see if they were as delicious and wonderful as he had fantasized a hundred times over. Her hands went to the back of his bald head, and she pulled him right to her breast.

Her skin was incredibly smooth in comparison to the stubble on his cheeks or the hair in his goatee. The scent of her was intoxicating. She smelled of soap, and clean, and a touch of nervous sweat. It was pure magic, and he flicked out his tongue to lick her deep cleavage.

She moaned, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her tongue flicking out to lick his skin. Her teeth nipped his ear.

Huskily, she grunted, "Now, there's no time, take me now!" as her teeth bit into his shoulder.

He lay her down on the cool tile floor, pulled her panties aside, not taking the time to slide them off, released his painfully hard cock, then lined up for the prize.

She reached out and took his shaft in her hand, pulling him towards her opening. The moment the head of his cock touched her lips, she climaxed. He felt the moisture splash against his cock and balls. It was hot and silky smooth, only adding to the lubrication that would allow him to penetrate her faster.

Her hand placed the head in the right spot, her hips hunched up as he thrust downward. His cock slid into her opening as if it had been machined to do so. They both froze, his cock buried inside of her body. Finally, after this time. After all their fantasies online. It was better than either of them could have imagined.

The fireworks they talked about during sex were not just a fantasy. The feeling of being inside her was so perfect. It was just the right tightness and grip around his cock. Like a second skin, gripping him, trying to pull him deeper. But he was as deep as he could go. His length was just right, the tip of his cock barely touching her cervix. Every poke sent her into convulsions.

She was crying in joy. She had never been happier than at this moment. If only she had found this man a few years earlier. They might be together now. Her tears changed a bit as her feelings went from joy to the impending loss of her perfect mate.

He started to fuck her. Pumping in and out. Getting just the head to the entrance of her, holding for a count of two, then plunging deep inside her, filling her.

They both knew their time was running out. They wanted it to last forever. To be different than it was. But it was not to be. This was their moment in time, and they just had to enjoy it. To be in the moment of perfect beauty, together.

He watched as her breasts swayed with each plunge of his cock. They were like a hypnotist's watch, just going back and forth, back and forth. He was mesmerized by their perfection. He leaned in closer and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking for all he was worth. Her groans grew a bit too loud. He sacrificed more time enjoying her luscious tits to slide up and kiss her lips. Those lips he always knew would be so soft against his. Her mouth opened, accepting his tongue, and her felt her groan into his.

Her arms pulled him down onto her body, crushing her, touching her from their heads to their feet. Trying, in vain, to become one with each other. Their friction was too much for both of them. His hips pumped faster; her nipples scraped against his hairy chest; their lips fought to devour each other. The climax that ensued would have registered on the national Richter scale. At least that's what it felt like to them.

His cock exploded with jet after jet of salty cum, filling her pussy. It squelched and squirted around his cock as he continued to fuck the Goddess beneath him. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her, trapping his body against hers. Soaking up their connection that would soon be broken.

He rested on his elbows so he didn't crush her, but she wanted to be crushed. She wanted to feel all of him on her body. To lock in the reality of what they just did. They both knew it was wrong to cheat on their spouses, but they both agreed it would have been more wrong to deny the feelings that they had for each other, criminal even.

There was suddenly a knock on the door; she spoke breathily, "I'll be out in a minute!" Her husband's voice asked if she was okay. She said that she wasn't feeling well and would be with him soon. Then she kissed him, knowing her husband was inches away. It was one of the most passionate, sexiest kisses in the history of romance. Her hands on his head, forcing her lips to his, their tongues swirling, tasting each other one last time.

He felt her overflowing cunt squeeze his cock, massaging it inside her. He thought he had spent his load, but she milked him one last time, coaxing out another orgasm from his old body. His back arched, his hips thrust, and his cock exploded again. Not just dribble, but a full-blown explosion of cum, that came from he knew not where.

She bit his shoulder again to avoid crying out, knowing her worried husband was in the hall. Just feet away from the tryst happening in the bathroom.

After that, they settled; he reluctantly pulled his softening cock from her body. As it left her, she whimpered in disappointment and loss. He knew just how he felt. Entering her had felt like coming home. Now, he just felt a void.

They both started to put themselves back together. He didn't even bother to clean his cock. He wanted to feel her juices all the way home. He might even stroke off later with them on his cock. He pulled up his pants and adjusted his shirt. She was languishing in the afterglow of their encounter. He knelt, kissing her bare skin as he helped her to dress again. A kiss, then covering her body, locking it in, against her skin forever. He had to stop himself from turning it sexual, even though all he wanted to do was devour her shaved pussy lips for the entire evening. He knew their time was finite, and it was coming to a close.

His lips brushed over each nipple as he adjusted her bra to cover them. Then he pulled her shirt together, wondering how she was going to explain the loss of buttons. She reached over to her bag and pulled out a sweater, pulling it over her head to hide the fact that her body was exposed.

They looked at each other for a moment, then she pulled him in for a strong, deep, full-contact hug. She smelled wonderful. She felt amazing pressed against him. His hands ran over her back, feeling her body sob a little.

"I love you. I always will," she says in his ear. Then she pulls back, gives him a strong, passionate kiss, followed by a short, chaste one on the cheek. "Goodbye, my love," she says, then she goes to open the door to leave. He stops her, pulls her in for one more kiss that blows away any kiss in Hollywood history. Then, he steps into the shower and pulls the curtain so her husband won't see him.

He hears her open the door, followed by a brief conversation about how she is feeling. She says that her stomach is upset and that they should probably head home. He waits till their footsteps fade till he pulls back the curtain. He shuts the door and looks at himself in the mirror to make sure he is put together. Then he washes his hands and splashes some water on his face. Satisfied, he opens the door to find his wife waiting.

"I was beginning to worry," she says.

"There was someone in here before me. I think they weren't feeling well. I had to wait. Sorry," he replies.

"Are you ready to go home?" she asks.

"I am," he says as he leans in and kisses her.

It was a grease fire. Quick, intense, and throwing water on it only made it worse. It burned hard and bright, but ultimately, it was extinguished. He was ready to head home. With only the memory of the event to keep him warm.