Ravenous and Passionate

Lately, I had withdrawn from "active duty," since nothing so interesting had happened that would prompt me to go through the process of cheating (once again) on my wife.

I am married, but I never say no to beautiful challenges, which, if you want my opinion, are precisely what keep us alive in the end.

Now, to the matter at hand, let me narrate my experience to you.
So, this happened three days ago, on Saturday. I had gone to the baptism of my first cousin's daughter, and that's where the sin began. In the house of God.

As I sat in my chair, patiently waiting for the priest to dunk the baby so we could leave, my gaze fell on a magnificent presence. Blonde hair, slender, an incredible body, decently sized, leaning towards small breasts, and a pair of hazel-green eyes that mesmerized me.

From the moment I saw her, my gaze was fixed on her. Within reasonable limits, of course, since I was with my wife and she was with hers. At some point during our many "accidental" glances, I discerned a gentle smile that gave me the message that something good was brewing.

To cut a long story short, the situation unfolded like this. The baby was baptized (long live you, little cousin), and we all lined up to give our congratulations. Through various maneuvers, I managed for us to end up side by side in the queue. And that's where the game started to take a different turn.

- "Hello, how are you?"

She asked me, surprising me, and along with me, my wife and her husband!!!

- "Goodness! Don't you remember me at all?"

That's when I got nervous.

- "If I say I remember, I'd be lying…" I answered her while simultaneously frantically scanning my memory to see if I could remember from where I knew this divine creature.
Needless to say, my wife and her husband had an annoyed look that said, "Great, just what we needed, old flames catching up here?"

- "Alright, let's not torture him," she continued, "I'm Maria, and we grew up together in the same neighborhood. Seriously, don't you remember anything?";

That's when the lightbulb went off. Maria was a girl my age (29) with whom I used to play hide-and-seek, apple tag, and other lovely games until she moved away at 13 because her family bought their own house. How was I supposed to connect the bombshell woman next to me with the snot-nosed kid who always called me a troublemaker.

Well, as you can imagine, we started with smiles and lines like "Oh, Maria, we grew up," "This is my husband," "This is my wife," and such silly things "Give my best to your dad who used to chase me because I'd rile up his daughter" and so on… cute stuff.

The spouses calmed down, and everything went its way. So there, I lost my hopes for "playtime," believing that the glances and smiles were within the context of a reunion and nothing more. Until Maria asked us if we were going to the reception. That's when I immediately bit and said we were kind of bored but would go because we couldn't do otherwise.

So we went to the taverna, sat at adjacent tables, and things settled down. But I was boiling inside. Not to mention, the idea of my childhood friend transformed into an absolute lethal weapon had driven me crazy.

At some point, I saw her get up and dance with my cousins. I was boiling! I didn't know what to do to go and join her, until good God (paradoxically, but whenever I'm about to sin, the good Lord lends a hand) sent my first cousin, one of those guys who at parties goes from table to table, gets people up, and he started pulling me. "Hey, I don't want to," I was saying now, "Hey, get up," he was saying. What could I do? I got up. Didn't want to upset my cousin either. Hehehe!

Needless to say, I accidentally ended up next to Maria. With the spouses' eyes glued on us, however, little could happen. So I made the big decision.

- "How can we meet to talk about the old days, without spouses?"

I said to her with a smile.

- "Your cousin has my mobile number. Ask her for it, I've told her"

She replied, and to avoid giving more cause for attention, we changed partners in the dance and sat down. From then on, the only time we spoke again was when we were leaving. A formal greeting "nice to meet you" and such silly little things. Not even arranging for a coffee, nothing.

We left, went home, my wife calm and relaxed without any strange ideas about Maria, and everything was fine.

On Sunday afternoon, I sent an sms to my cousin:
"Do you have something for me?" I wrote to her. And she sent me the mobile number with some teasing remarks.
"Cut the crap, you married people."

The continuation was more or less expected. On Monday (to be sure nothing would go wrong, I did it during working hours) I sent an sms to Maria.
"So, shall we reminisce about the years of childhood innocence? Andreas" and she replied:
"When do you want to talk about our lost innocence? Maria!"

The appointment was set for my office where I can move extremely comfortably. For obvious reasons, it was set for office hours to avoid raising suspicions. And so it happened. She came a few hours later as we had agreed.

As soon as the door opened and I saw her, she literally glowed. Her eyes were sparkling! She was wearing a nice pair of jeans, not too tight, but quite lethal in combination with her body and a white shirt.

- "Welcome, my childhood friend!"

I said to her, and we kissed on the cheek. We sat on the sofa in my office, and after getting past the silly stuff like "what shall we offer" and such, we got down to business.

The whole time we were talking, our eyes were locked. We were looking deeply at each other, and generally, a wonderful atmosphere had been created. The dialogue I'm conveying to you is indicative:

- "Well, when you spoke to me, my wife went crazy. She thought I was pretending not to know you because of an old fling"

- "And my husband wasn't far behind. When I spoke to you, he was left speechless"

- "You should have seen what happened to me when I realized the beauty I was eyeing in church was a childhood friend of mine"

- "Come on now… exaggerations"

- "Judging in hindsight, I think your move ultimately deprived me of a lot"

- "It's never too late…"

Then silence fell…
Honestly, I tell you, I got nervous. Thoughts were racing through my mind like a storm. "Am I really living this? Am I actually flirting with my childhood friend who has transformed into an angel who's hitting on me? What is happening here?"

Everything was happening very quickly. The seconds were flying, my heart was beating fast. I was stunned. I was at the stage where I had to do something to move forward, but I felt like a teenager who doesn't know how to make a move on a girl.

In the end, I used my impulsiveness. I approached her and without a word, I touched her lips. She came closer and after our eyes began to shout their desire, it was our lips' turn. We kissed sweetly, very sweetly, like a couple in love. As time passed, the passion became more intense, the kiss stronger, the play with the tongue more intense. We came closer and as we were sitting on the couch, she came and sat on top of me. My cock had turned to stone; she felt it and was rubbing against me. Greedy, aroused, she was becoming more and more insistent. I was kissing her passionately. It was like we were having sex but we were wearing clothes. I descended to her neck. My hands began to unbutton her blouse. I touched her breast. Her nipples were wonderful. They had hardened and my touches made her breathing heavier. Her stifled moans enchanted me. I wanted to feel her… to go deep inside her… to make love to her, to have sex, to fuck. As time passed, desire overwhelmed me. I could no longer think of anything. I was surrendered to passion, to desire. - "I want you…" I whispered to her, my breath choking me. - "Me too, baby, but it's not possible now. Technical reasons," She answered and continued to rub against me passionately. I had seen it all. I had changed dimension… I was elsewhere… traveling. She opened my shirt and began to lick my chest. She didn't stay there long, though. She went lower. She began to bite my swollen cock over my pants. I wanted to be freed. It was torture. I had become hard as if I were reliving the crazy teenage horniness. Only lust, only desire, nothing else. Soon the belt of my pants was undone and my tool was in her hot hands. She stroked it forcefully, caressed my balls and at the same time licked them. Suddenly, she pulls my pants all the way down, freeing my deep red, swollen cockhead, and took as much as would fit of my 19 centimeters into her mouth. It was burning… it was wonderful! She was sucking with frenzy… I couldn't breathe. I was begging to hold on longer, I didn't want this to end, but the tension was such that I soon released a hot stream of semen into her mouth. She didn't stop at all. She sucked and swallowed. I was thrashing like a fish. I was trembling from the horniness. She continued, massaging my balls in parallel as if asking them for even more. Honestly, I was blinded by the horniness. It was incredible. After staying for several minutes licking my deep red cock, she got up and we continued to kiss passionately. First time I had such intense sex without even touching a pussy. We arranged to meet within the next few days when she would also be "technically" ready. Honestly, I don't know what to expect after such a phase. If a make-out session with a blowjob drove me so crazy, what will happen when I go deep inside her?