I will start by giving some background about myself. I had been married almost 7 years before this happened. Something was off between my wife and me; there was no more passion, and we did not find interest in the same things. How many of us have gone through this phase? She seemed to be hooked on internet chat sites, and I was fully focused on my work.

I knew that I had to find a way out of this phase, be it breaking up or finding a new lady love.

With this background, I will lead you into how things started with a lady friend I met. It started when we went to a birthday celebration of our common friend Corrie. It was her coming-out party after some long years of marriage, and she had invited every friend of hers. I got introduced to a nice Russian lady called Maria during the evening. I noticed Maria was a bit on the short side, around 166 cm tall, and had good taste; she was dressed in a grey dress that came up to just over her knees and was very presentable indeed, meaning her makeup was done and her jet-black hair was set.

After less than an hour, my wife said she had to go home for an internet meeting, which she could not cancel. She happily said that I could stay on and enjoy myself with my friends. Well, I was definitely intrigued by the new opportunity that presented itself and went on talking to Maria and other friends. I noticed the brown eyes of Maria, and those breasts were to my liking, covered by the velvet grey dress with small tents waiting to be opened and cupped in my hands.

As soon as my wife left, Maria moved closer to me and started opening up to flirting with her eyes and those luscious lips. I always pay attention to the lips because they arouse fantasy with the similarity to the labia in my mind. The fuller the mouth lips, the fuller the labia lips will be; you do get the point, right?

As the night wore on, we moved from the apartment to a nightclub, where I ended up dancing with Maria. Needless to say, there was a lot of close hugging and body contact, and I could feel the heat radiating through her, and she even let me kiss her on the cheeks and cup her ass as we danced; definitely a bit of dirty dancing was going on. In the end, because of friends around, she just slipped me her mobile phone number, and we parted ways.

I sent her a message the next morning, and it so happens she lives in a town around 400 km away! Well, I did not see that coming and was disappointed. She did send me an invitation to visit her, though, and I just could not resist the temptation to finish what I started. Even though I was still married to my wife, I had to devise a plan to get away for a weekend. Then came the perfect opportunity; my guy friends were going on a ship cruise, and I was invited. Of course, I arranged the same weekend to go and see her in her town. I told my wife about the invitation for the cruise with my friends, and of course she fell for it, so I was set and booked a hotel in the town that Maria lives in.

I arrived at her town by train and was greeted by her at the train station. We walked to the nearby hotel where I had reserved for us a room. I noticed that she did not have any bag with her; maybe she was just being polite and did not want to make it obvious. So I said that I would just take my bag up to the room and get refreshed before we went out; she could come up and wait for me. She obliged and went up to the room with me.

As soon as we got into the room, I produced a perfume bottle which I got for her on the way and gave it to her! Needless to say, she obliged and gave me a kiss on my lips which turned to a long French kiss with our tongues totally losing control. Even though I was horny, I wanted to get fresh, and so I detached myself and got my stuff and went for a shower.

Coming out of the shower, I knew that I had to get my horniness off or it was going to be hard for me to last till dinner. I came out and saw that she was sitting and watching something on the TV. I came from behind and hugged her and smelled her neck; she had on a nice Chanel perfume. I started kissing her neck, going up to her black hair, and came in front of her. She had her eyes closed, and I ended up planting a sexy kiss on her lips. Then I pulled her up and hugged her. I wanted to get a little bit of a taste of what was to come; I pulled her dress up as I was kissing her on the lips. Nice firm legs, which I always liked, with muscular thighs from sports, always turned me on. I moved down from her lips to plant a kiss on her neck; she had closed her eyes and put her head back.

I lowered my kisses to her bosom, then to her stomach and then to her thighs. As I started to kiss her thighs, I heard her moan and shiver...that was my sign to take it slow. I pulled her up, and we went to have our dinner, but the mood was set.

The dinner was a success, meaning all the right signs were given by her; she was subtle but definitely was sexy in the way she ate. After dinner we took a walk around town, holding hands, and then I said that the trip had taken its toll on me. I guided her to the hotel and invited her up for a coffee.

The hotel door clicked shut behind us. I put the kettle on. I turned around to her, my hands sliding under her coat and peeling it off her shoulders. I hung it up, then turned her back to face me. Our mouths crashed together, tongues shoving deep, saliva mixing as I kissed her hard enough to bruise.

I gripped her thighs and lifted her without warning. Her legs locked around my waist as I carried her straight into the bedroom, the kettle forgotten. The bed was still made, sheets crisp. I dropped her onto the mattress and climbed over her, already working her skirt up with both hands.

Fabric bunched at her waist. I shoved her thighs apart and leant in, pressing my face right against the thin fabric of her panties. The scent of her hit me—warm, musky, dripping. I hooked a finger under the crotch and yanked it aside, exposing her bare pussy. I buried my nose against her slit and inhaled deeply, then dragged my tongue from her entrance up to her clit in one slow, wet lick. I kissed her there, lips parting, sucking the swollen nub into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue before pulling back.

Then I moved higher. My hands shoved her top up, bra cups yanked down. Her tits spilt free, and I latched onto one nipple immediately, sucking hard, teeth grazing the stiff peak. My free hand kneaded the other breast, thumb rolling over the nipple while my mouth worked the first. I switched sides, biting just enough to make her gasp, then soothing the mark with my tongue.

The kettle whistled in the other room, but neither of us moved. My cock strained against my pants, pressed against her thigh. I sucked harder on her breast, one hand sliding back down between her legs to rub her pussy in slow circles while my mouth stayed busy on her chest.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, lips shiny with spit. "Fuck, you taste good," I growled, then shoved two fingers into her pussy without warning, pumping them deep while my thumb worked her clit. Her walls clenched around my fingers as I curled them, finding that spot that made her hips jerk. I kept sucking on her tits, switching between them, biting and licking while my fingers fucked her harder, faster, the wet sounds filling the room.

I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean, then shoved them back in, adding a third. My cock throbbed against her thigh, leaking pre-cum through my pants. I ground against her, letting her feel how hard I was, how ready. "Going to fuck you so deep," I muttered against her breast, teeth scraping her nipple. "Going to make you scream my name while I pound your tight little pussy."

I pulled my fingers out again, this time bringing them to her mouth. "Suck," I ordered, pushing them past her lips. She tasted herself on my fingers as I watched her, eyes dark with lust. My other hand worked at my belt, freeing my cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, the head already glistening. I stroked it once, twice, and then pressed the tip against her entrance, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness as a lubricant.

"Ready for me?" I asked, my voice rough. I didn't wait for an answer. I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. She cried out as I filled her, my cock stretching her walls. I didn't give her time to adjust. I started fucking her immediately, hard and fast, the bed creaking under us. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her against me with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room.

I leant down and kissed her again, tongue pushing into her mouth as I fucked her. My hand found her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple while my cock pounded into her. I pulled back just enough to look at her, watching her face as I fucked her harder, deeper, the head of my cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, my pace increasing. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna pump you full of cum." I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb, circling it fast as I fucked her. "Cum for me," I demanded. "Cum on my cock."

I felt her walls clench around me as she came, her pussy pulsing, milking my cock. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it, drawing out her orgasm, my thumb still working her clit. I was close now, my balls tightening, my cock swelling inside her. I thrust deep one last time and came, pumping thick ropes of cum into her, filling her up. I groaned as I emptied myself, my hips jerking with each spurt.

I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, my cock still buried inside her. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, and her breast, tasting the salt of her skin. "That was just the beginning," I whispered against her skin. "We're not done yet."