Passionate Affair with a Married Woman

I had placed an ad in the newspaper and at some point I received the following message on my mobile: "My name is Voula, I'm 42 years old and I'm looking for a man, discreet, serious, who knows what a married but lonely woman wants." I replied quickly because I am very interested in married women who are deprived of love.

We quickly arranged a meeting at a café in the western suburbs. When I saw her, I was impressed by her style. She had that something that makes men notice her. Later she would tell me many times that there was no way she could go out on the street without someone hitting on her. She had a normal, full body but with sweet curves, short red hair and fleshy lips, while her eyes were slightly closed, which gave her quite a bit of lustfulness. She was wearing tight pants that accentuated her round ass and her breasts were rather large and swelled from her slightly open décolletage. She looked me in the eyes and explored me carefully with a certain admiration, impressed by what I was telling her and by my advanced views on life and people's choices.

After she explained her complaints about her husband and her life as a married woman, I reminded her of her right to love and freedom and that she should dare to break out of her prison. I explained to her how in a similar situation from my first marriage, when I felt I was suffocating from a lack of communication, I sought an outlet for my dead ends in an extramarital affair, and that adventure ended up in a passionate relationship that lasted 10 years and even ended with a new marriage. It seems my way of thinking impressed her so much that when I suggested a walk in a nearby park, she agreed to follow me to continue our conversation. I took her by the waist and she didn't react. Slowly, in fact, I began to touch her more erotically. At some point we stopped in a more secluded spot and after turning her towards my face, I kissed her, sucking on her mouth. She closed her eyes and responded passionately to my kiss. I squeezed her against me and felt the heat arousing her body while my cock had become hard as steel. She pressed her pussy tightly against my cock to the point where I was about to cum.

As time passed, our heat was rising, but the public space did not allow us to proceed to freer embraces. I asked her to go to a nearby hotel but she hesitated. I felt she wanted it but was also afraid. I convinced her to accept with the promise that I wouldn't do anything she didn't want. Indeed we went and our kisses developed more freely. One by one our clothes came off and so at some point I found myself completely naked while she remained only in her panties. She was wearing red lace underwear, which particularly aroused me, and my cock had become hard as wood. However, this was a reserved married woman who still couldn't proceed to a relationship for which she didn't feel ready.

She begged me not to go further and, as I had promised her, I respected her. As strange as it may sound, we remained like that, naked, talking, knowing how much we wanted each other, but I also wanted her to understand that my purpose wasn't just to fuck her. Perhaps this convinced her to proceed with this relationship with me. So as not to tire you, because I know you want hotter descriptions, we'll go to our very next meeting, which took place at a good hotel on the National Road. There she had now come prepared to give herself to me and everything happened tenderly yet passionately. After we entered the room, we began the ritual of undressing. I took off my own clothes, remaining only in my briefs, and began to help her undress.

I removed her shirt, opening its buttons one by one. This time she was wearing a black lace bra that pressed her ample breasts to the point where they spilled out roundly from the top of it. I proceeded by taking off her pants and admired her lace panties in the shape of a thong. The whole time I was looking at her with admiration and arousal. I kissed her tenderly and sweetly to declare my admiration and desire for her. She liked my romanticism and subtlety.

So when I removed her bra and panties and threw off my own briefs, she no longer objected to letting me kiss her body from her neck down to her thighs, passing by her breasts, whose nipples I licked one by one. I proceeded by kissing and licking her belly and her navel and then I buried my face between her thighs, probing her pussy with my tongue to uncover its secrets. Her pussy was shaved and allowed me to admire two wonderful small labia that opened like rose petals and glistened from her pre-erotic fluids.

It was easy for me to part them with my tongue to push it inside her vagina. She was getting aroused and squirming, trying to grab my cock and caress it. To make it easier for her, I turned into a 69 position and she took it into her mouth. Slowly my cock began to rise and harden thanks to the play she was making with her tongue. Meanwhile, I had filled my mouth with her labia and was tormenting her hard clitoris with my tongue. I felt her breathing quickly and brokenly and, letting my cock out of her mouth so she wouldn't bite it, she began to shout that she was cumming while her body folded from the spasms of her orgasm. She tried to push my tongue away from her pussy but I persisted.

She took my cock back into her mouth while I continued eating her out. Thus, it wasn't long before she came yet another time, and then she asked me to fuck her. I leaned over her and slowly pushed my erect cock deep into her pussy. Voula let out small, hoarse cries that you couldn't tell if they expressed pleasure or pain. They certainly declared heat! I began to fuck her slowly and steadily while she looked at me with her half-closed eyes full of gratitude. At some point she shouted to me: "I'm cummmmmming! I'm cummmmmmmmmming! Yes, I'm cummmmmmmmmming!"

One of the few times in my life I felt so clearly the spasms of a pussy cumming on my cock. It was something like a milking that rhythmically squeezed my cock as if it wanted to drain it!

But my time had not yet come. I continued to fuck her with back-and-forth movements, enjoying the sweetness of an aroused and tight pussy that was slippery from the fluids she had released. Making 5-6 quick and sharp movements, I made her cum, screaming out, and I clearly felt the sucking spasms of her pussy. For the first time I enjoyed such a wonderful fuck. She must have cum 7 to 8 times plus the other two times she had cum from my eating her out. And there was no possibility of faking it, since each time I felt her rhythmic spasms. I kissed her passionately on the mouth or sucked on the aroused nipples of her breasts. She had great sensitivity in her breasts because she always came more powerfully when I combined nipple sucking with fast fucking. At some point, my own lust reached its peak, and with one final spurt, I couldn’t withstand the pleasure. Pulling my cock out of her pussy, I shot my cum onto her belly. From the intensity and pressure, it reached up to her tits and even her neck. Voula kissed me with gratitude and tenderness.

After we stayed embraced for quite a while, I buried my head between her thighs to savor the scent and taste of her cum-filled pussy. I began to lick her with skill and passion, sucking up every drop of her delicious juices. Voula rubbed her pussy against my tongue, seeking contact where she liked it most. At the same time, I pushed two fingers inside her cunt, touching her asshole with a third. It didn’t take long for her to cum two more times onto my tongue.

We lay down and cuddled for about an hour, talking about how long it had been since she had felt such desire and lust for a man, because her feelings for her husband had faded due to routine and the many problems that had arisen between them.

After new embraces and kisses, she began to caress and kiss my cock again. Slowly, she took it into her mouth and made it rise and harden with the play of her experienced tongue. When I felt it hard and ready, I pushed it all the way back into her aroused and well-lubricated pussy. This second fuck of ours was incredible. My cock was so stretched that it reached deep into her cunt and pressed against her womb. Every time I wanted to make her cum, I thrust forcefully against her womb. Voula would then scream and cum with those familiar, sucking spasms that drove me wild. She must have cum about ten times.

Such sweet fucking I have rarely enjoyed, and believe me, I’ve fucked thousands of times and dozens of women! That’s why Voula will mark my life in one of the few relationships I’ve connected with such passion, and I wish I could have her as a permanent partner.

Many wonder what some women have that others don’t. Indeed, most differ greatly from one another. And when one finds the one who offers that unique pleasure, they give everything for her sake.

So with Voula, a wonderful erotic story began for me, one that had a long continuation and which I might tell you about another time.