Hot Romantic Tryst

She is a woman of composure and elegance. A trophy wife. A mother and a wife.

I am an average Joe (or Juan). A widower in his late 30's living in a physical shell that's keeping myself old, but nevertheless, I feel young.

We met under a very unusual circumstance. Let us call her Andrea. They say that every man or woman has their own limitations and live by their own choice. I believe that mine has the linkage between these two. And, surprisingly as I came to know her, so is she.

It was a sunny Summer afternoon when we got introduced to each other by a common friend. In this case, her husband. During our meet, I have noticed that Andrea is a woman of simple things. No makeup nor any fancy jewelry. She is not pretentious nor talkative. By lack of words to describe her, one can easily put her to being a timid and shy housewife.

She is about 5'3'' with cute soft facial features. She is fair skinned with a bronze-y complexion that definitely radiates under the sun. In our local language, morena. I couldn't help but notice something about Andrea, and it was her butt, that gives me this tingly sensation all over. Didn't I tell you? I am at a young ripe age in an old shell.

This particular meet was arranged by my friend, her husband. I bumped into him days prior in a shopping mall. Being an old acquaintance and a friend we saw each other after decades in a lousy mall never knowing each others life story and whereabouts after all those years. We had a good talk and long conversation for that matter catching up stories of the past. What, When and Where.

Cut to the chase, here we are.

Joey, my long lost friend, had been married to Andrea for more than a decade. They had a somehow happy and interesting but rough nomadic life. They have been to places locally and abroad to find their permanent address over the years but to no avail. On the other hand, mine actually dwarfs their struggle. I have been to 5 different continents to find my own career and place to settle. I have a failed marriage, a possibility of having a son that I may never meet, a soul that can't rest and a mind that never settles. I have always been like this for the most part of my adult life after my marriage, divorce and my ex-wife's untimely demise. After my divorce, I had in my life a woman who is a dear friend who managed to successfully leave a fresh new heartbreak on top of my fresh wound. Shit! I guess I am a sucker for beautiful and hot women but I have the worst luck in landing a relationship. Or is it something else? I may never know for sure.

Meeting and talking to an old friend on a foreign soil feels like giving you a fresh new beginning. A new perspective. Meeting Andrea, for some reason, has given me more.

During our meet, Joey left the table to order us something. Being talkative that I am and to break the ice, I asked Andrea how are they and I also started narrating my life. I have learned that they got married after their college graduation as she is pregnant at that time.

She is fun to talk to, and easy to be with. Her personality borders the shy type and easy-to-crack attitude. With that very few moment of us alone, it made me feel like a college boy trying to start a conversation with an attractive frat girl from a corner.

That meet drag along for several hours and after a few drinks and some fun conversation we called it a day.

I went to my apartment that day having Andrea in my thoughts. I know that it's wrong and that she is married but I couldn't help myself but admire her wit and simple beauty. I added her on Facebook through her husband who is already listed.

I sent her a greeting and added her. To my surprise she added me back. After a few pleasantries I took off for work and so is she. It's a start. I do not mean to pursue anything at the moment. I just want to gauge myself if: is this a simple spur-of-the-moment infatuation due to lack of women in my life or is it something more? Too early to tell.

Later that day, I received a message from Joey asking for some hand to pick some stuff that he just bought. And he is also insisting on an early dinner and a cold beer. I have nothing else to do and it was my off. Plus the idea of seeing Andrea once again is already teasing me.

Andrea.

We unloaded the IKEA cabinet and small fridge on their apartment that day. Joey invited me to stay for a little snack and perhaps some beer which I gladly accepted. Andrea prepared a meatball and Joey eased up with some cold beers from their old fridge. A few moments have passed and Andrea excused herself. As we are having our chat in the kitchen and Joey preparing some quick fix 'pulutan', I noticed Andrea passed by with her bathrobe on and on her hand some sensual-looking change of black lingerie. OH my thoughts! Am I just being too fixated on the sexual desires?

Joey served the sizzling plate and we had a few more hours of catching up conversation. We had a few more drinks and we didn't notice the time. Conversation lead up to more personal details and to topic came to pass about my life after the divorce. I narrated it as it was and how it happened. Joey is sympathetic though. I know him as much as a brother bakc in the day, and he still is. He listens and always had a calm and open-minded opinion on everything. He would not judge someone easily and always gives the benefit of the doubt. Firm and fair. He would not stop on speaking out his thoughts especially if that is the truth. Plain and simple guy. As for me, I have never been that.

"So how is married life treating you?" I asked.

"Well, it has been tough. Typical husband and wife routine. Work, home and the daily grind. Nothing surprising nor exciting."

"Bro, by the looks of it and in my point of view, you have a trophy wife and a wonderful life already."

"Not really. You see, we have had our up's and down's. We are making things work only as needed. Patching things up when necessary. Anyway, I just want to let this out of my chest bro… I just want a fresh ear to hear this."

"Go ahead…" (I said curiously)

"Couple years back, I lost a child."

"Fuck! I am sorry to hear that. When was this?"

(He shushed me with his fingers on his mouth silencing me. I noticed my voice went up a notch on that one)

"During the lockdown back in the Philippines, I met up with Angela (his ex GF for 6 years according to him). We had some catching up and some intimate time together and 5 months later she had a miscarriage."

"Sorry. I mean 'how'?"

"It is what it is bro. A bottle of lousy whiskey and some 'I have truly missed us' conversation and you know what happened next. I am not a perfect person nor a saint brfother."

"I get it. But the miscarriage thing..?"

"She was mine, the baby. Angela missed her period, we went to the doctor, had a check up and all the works."

"Sorry to ask, how could you know that it was yours?"

"Angela's dad is a member of the hospital board, he pulled some strings to test the baby. He knows me and we had a DNA sampling. It all checked out. He was more sorry than I am knowing that his first grandchild died."

"I am truly sorry to hear all this. Does your wife know?"

"She knows that I met my ex. But the spin of the story was; Angela told me that we had a baby who died at childbirth. And the timeline was before I married my wife."

"Shit bro. That is some serious stuff. How did she take it, your wife?"

"Mad. But she understands that it wasn't my fault for not knowing things about my child. And it wasn't my fault that the baby died. I feel guilty though."

"Now that is getting heavy brother. Why not come clean?"

"I am scared to think of her reaction, although I think that she is somehow aware of some things that I have ommitted in the story."

"And..?"

"Nothing. I am just letting things go. Maybe it's my guilt trip"

"Probably. (I agreed) Bro, just let things go. If you want my opinion, all I can say is that everything has been done. History is all that matters now. And you cannot undo it. I have never been good at any relationships bro but I have learned one thing during my time, it is easier to let things happen the they should. Undoing your words would make more complication, don't you think?"

"Yeah right. I thought about the complications that would follow. Another lie after the other won't make it any better."

"Exactly my point."

It's 11:30 pm. I didn't notice the time. Nor did Joey. And we had 3 6-packs already.

He asked me to stay for the night and I agreed. I am tipsy and can't drive. If I will, I might be at risk of running on with the police.

I have been lying on their sofa bed for hours now and I couldn't sleep. My thoughts are with Andrea. Is Joey banging her right now? Is she enjoying her time? I gotta stop thinking like this. But I couldn't. She is too gorgeously appealing for my appetite to dismiss. Those curves and shapely figure, firm butt and radiant skin is elegantly infused in her physicality. I am staring at their ceiling and these are keeping me up despite my intoxication.

Few more minutes and I passed out.

The next thing I knew was my phone vibrating on my pocket and I have an incoming call from work. It was still my day-off but they are simply notifying me of a double shift starting that night. Nevertheless, I said yes. Not knowing much detail nor anything about what time of day is it already.

I checked the time, it was 8:30 in the morning.

"Goodmorning Kuya."

That sweet voice.

"Hi, I'm sorry I passed out last night."

"It's Ok. Joey left early for work. He is getting the early morning shift."

"I see. I am also heading home now. I am truly sorry to bother you guys."

"I have prepared a small breakfast and black coffee."

The food smells wonderful and the coffee even more. I headed towards the sink to wash whatever shit is in my mouth washed my face with coldwater and I am set.

"Please have a seat" Andrea offered. It is unmistakable that she is not wearing a bra those little nips are a sight to see on her robe. My imagination took off and wondered how do they look like. Her breasts are not saggy. They look firm and well-rested on her chest. Not too big. Just a handful I suppose.

We sat together, began to devour our food and then coffee afterwards.

"The coffee smells good, they taste even better." I began.

"I like them roasted and strong. How was last night? Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, (I lied. I wanted to say 'I was thinking about you last night and I am thinking of your breasts right now and how good they are to be sucked')… I had at least some rest and slept well. I hope I didn't snore."

"No, not really. hahaha" (her laugh was infectious and I laughed as well)

We had a start in our little chat time and she began to share some talks of their life and their decision to move. Accoridng to her, she was the one who pushed Joey to move and live in Europe and to my surprise, it was all because of Joey's ex.

Was she listening last night? Did she hear our conversation? I pretended to listen closely but my mind is racing with my imagination. I am thinking of getting a refreshing cold shower with Andrea, naked in all her glory and I am kissing every part of her nakedness. I must admit, I am having a full erection now. What if I suddenly kiss her? Would she react violently? Woiuld she give in? All these things are in my head and I can't help but relish it.

Andrea was saying something…

"huh? (I absent-mindedly asked)

She was quick to catch and respond "I am asking about your plans, how did you come up with ending up here in Europe?"

"Maybe soul searching. Just like yours. Fresh start."

"I think everyone these days are all into fresh and new beginnings."

"You can say that." I simply responded. Then I openly told her my life. I didn't notice that it was the longest sensible conversation I had with a woman plus my openness to her gave it a more valuable touch and a comforting snote on my part. Then I realized, 'I have to open up more to other people once in a while.'

I noticed the wall clock. It's already noontime. And I suddenly blurted "You know what, I would love to talk to you more. I haven't had any real conversation like this not even to my dearly departed ex."

And we both laughed. I realized what I just said and I apologized to her for being so direct. "Nevermind, and it's fine. There are very few people to go around here anyways." she answered.

I thanked her for the breakfast and coffee. Waved our goodbyes and left my regrds to Joey.

That night at work, I had my thoughts back in the morning time when we are seated and having a breakfast together along with my erotic thoughts of Andrea "…what if?"

It's half past 10:00 in the evening and I thought of a good way to open a chat with her at this hour.

[Goodevening Andrea, I hope I am not bothering you at this hour. I am having a plan for my birthday next weekend and I plan to invite you over with Joey. Or whoever is available. I hope you could come]

Surprisingly she answered.

[Hi Joe, of course. I will let him know too]

[Thank you. It would be great if you could come]

After a few moments she texted me back.

[Hi Joe, Joey will be having his work that day. I can drop by though]

[I understand. I would appreciate it if you could come. Just a simple dinner and some wine]

[Sure, I'll see you then. Advance Happy Birthday to you!]

[Thanks Andrea]

I wasn't expecting much on that day (it would be a Saturday afternoon) except that I will be preparing some food for people and I am not really expecting any one to come. Except for Joey and Andrea. In this caseh, it's only her. BETTER.

My Weekend Celebration.

6:00 Pm and people started to arrive. Matter of fact, there are only two who came. And Andrea would be my third and (for me) my VIP.

Two friends and fellow kabayans spent less than a couple of hours since they are pulling an early Sunday shift and went home. I couldn't shake the idea of being alone with Andrea and I am too thrilled to be with her. Is it the simple conversation that I feel we're connected? or the fact that I have this yearning to be with a woman? I cannot determine. I just like the idea of her being around. And just the two of us.

I started opening up to Andrea as I showed my friends their way out. "Well they are our guests, at least I have some people to celebrate with me. I hope you enjoyed the food."

"Ah yes. It was good. I like pasta and the steak was soft."

I have a couple of wine already and I am feeling the kick of it.

"Wine?" I offered her.

"Sure. It tastes sweet actually. Not too bitter."

"I am glad you liked it." As I poured more on her glass. I noticed her face seems a bit flushed or is it the alcohol? "Please tell me if you feel like having to do anything. I understand you are just out from work."

"No I am fine. Thanks. The wine tastes good and it's making me feel calm at least. haha…"

That laugh..

"I am glad that you came over, I was also hoping that Joey could come."

"Nah.. he's too busy about his new work. All these stuff and the moving in makes him feel clouded and somewhat annoyed."

"Perhaps adjusting. I am still in that stage you know."

"OH yes. If I may ask, I hope you don't mind, what happened to your ex?" She is now a bit tipsy and somewhat red-faced. But she keeps track of her actions and words. I told her how it all began and how it miserably ended.

"I am truly sorry for that. I mean, you could have done well, the two of you."

"Not really no. During our time together, we had our differences. We tried in vain to face those things but we really cannot fix something that we are not both interested to fix." I said. Andrea looks sympathetic and her face turned so soft-looking and warm. We are both fixated on our chair and looking at our wineglasses, thinking of what to say next. And I started,

"What about you and Joey? Now if you don't mind me asking, you mentioned last time about your marriage - and something more? I do not mean to pry on your life. Just don't mind answering it if you're uncomfortable."

But Andrea narrated me the whole story and how she thinks that Joey is hiding some more in his closet. She is aware that there is some more on Joey's story and that he is keeping it from her. She said,

"I feel like I was cheated and still being cheated upon.."

"What made you say that?" I asked

"Woman's intuition perhaps."

I could only shrug and sympathize. Not every relationship has a smooth sailing wind on them.

It was 9:00 PM and I told her that I could drive her home. Despite the timely and punctual Euro bus lines around the city, I feel like I am obliged to send her home. She checked her phone and excused herself for the toilet. I noticed that she is wobbly on her steps on her way to the toilet.

A few moments have passed and I noticed that she had a change of clothes.

"I am sorry I have to change my attire. It was my uniform, and I couldn't change it earlier."

"It's OK." I simply added. Now, her cute face was all fresh-looking and her seemed to glow a bit. I couldn't help but compliment her tight jeans and that curve was mesmerizing. And I added,

"Now that looks stunning.." I seem to be absent-mindedly blurt it out. But I did. Upon uttering those words, she blushed. I am certain, it is not the wine. Her face turn a little red and flushed. "I am sorry, but I couldn't help. You look great and relaxed."

"Wow! Thanks for the compliment. I want to think that you are not joking as I haven't heard anyone say that." hahaha (her nervous, sarcastic laugh)

"No. Seriously. I am all for women who are not trying hard to do anything about their face and body. You know those body modification etc.. I like au naturel looks. And I mean it. No joke." Then I added some furhter explanation to it, as if I am trying to redeem and justify something bad that I might have said: "If you would ask me, women should embrace their body as they age. Eat clean, exercise and stay simple. As for you, you look so fine for a woman your age. You have kids but at first glance, it doesn't show. You are somewhat into a healthy lifestyle, I heard from Joey. I respect that. I like that." These words are the truth. I don't how I started babbling them out of my talkative mouth but then again, I have spoken them like a preacher.

"What can I say? I am out of words but Thank you." Now she is really blushing.

"You know, Joey was lucky to have you. You look gracious and stunning. You are fun to be with Andrea." I gulped a glassful of wine. I don't know what was I thinking at that moment but I poured her some more. And she accepted.

"You must have been lonely all these years." She suddenly said. And I did a double take on what I have heard.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said, you must have been hopping all over the place and yet you cannot find yourself or whatever it is that you want." She offered.

"You said it." It was the summary of what I am since the last decade of my life.

"It's good to settle down and find your peace and let go of things that you cannot change or do something about." She politely offered. Those words stung me like it was suposedly what I should be doing all these wasted years.

I simply stared at her for a long time. I looked at those lips and trialed off to her her neck down to her chest. Fuck! Then I collected myself.

"Are you ok?" she was asking me. Out of my daydream I said, "Yeah."

"I am sorry I think we had a lot of wine tonight." I commented.

"A bottle more and we're good." She insistently offered. I was surprised. It will be our third bottle by then.

"Seriously? I mean, is Joey not yet at home?"

"He texted me earlier and he knows that I am here in your apartment. He is getting his second shift this midnight so…"

"Let me check my phone… " I politely cut her. I noticed that Joey sent me messages apologizing for not coming and on his text […let my wife entertain you, she is a fun-loving person to talk to..]

I wonder what entertainment could it be. Back to my kitchen Andrea was messaging someone. It was Joey.

"I told him that I am still here and I hope that he doesn't mind… he said it would be good to keep you some company."

"Yeah, I saw his messages too. Please tell him that it's ok if he cannot come. Next time we wil have our own 'bro talk over a couple of beer cans'

I took another bottle from my shelf and we drank some more. One conversation led to another and we are now laughing like highschool kids.

"Andrea can I tell you something? I hope you really don't mind."

"Sure"

"If you see me as I am, say you don't know me. Just physically looking at me: Am I still relevant to ladies? Like good-looking enough for a woman."

She stopped and looked at me closely. I stood up, like offering and showing my body to a potential buyer of slaves back in the olden days.

"Well…not really bad. I mean you can still stack up with men your age. Or way better. You look good too. Honestly."

"IF for example, you are not married and I would approach you, how is it going ot be?" hahaha

"I am not a person who rejects or dismisses anyone easily. I would talk to you of course and ask your intentions."

"That sounds nice." With a grin on my face.

"Yes I am, that is why Joey is lucky to have me. Don't you think?" She asked smiling.

"Absolutely." And I couldn't agree more. I looked at her once more with a straight stare and said. "…and I would keep you and make love to you and make you feel wanted…" The words sank to her and she was stunned, and so am I. My imagination must have kicked in when spoke those words. Before I could say: 'if I am Joey I will do that…'

She said "have you ever done some crazy stuff when you were married?"

This conversation sounds like its leading somewhere but I kept those thoughts out as much as I can.

"If I am to be honest, It happened once." I admitted. No shame in it now though. I was about to ask her but she offered: "I know for sure that Joey did it and still doing it."

"Really?!" I am indeed surprised. Yes I am.

"I borrowed his phone once to place a call. I saw on his contacts and messages like some old conversation from her woman. I didn't bother asking him about it. I know that men have needs too and I couldn't fully comnpensate him from that."

I am out of words in here. I am screwed on the next episode. I am nodding my head. Whether it can be seen as encouragement for her to continue or whatever - I didn't mind. I just want to know more. This woman seems to be a damsel in distress and she is acting well in keeping her emotions. Except now. She looks so vulnerable.

"Have you ever thought of talking over about it?"

"No. But can I tell you something?" she asked.

"Fire away."

"Couple months ago, I went to a bar. It is my firsst hangout with friends. I was approached by a guy. Decent, good-looking guy. He is not wearing a wedding band. Just a casual conversation and he wasn't pretentious with his intentions to me. He tried to ask me out for a dinner and when I told him that I am married it didn't make him flinch nor back off. That situation made me feel like I am still relevant and made me look a different perspective. When you asked me earlier if do you still look relevant to women and I said yes, I thought that you and I both are having this existential crisis about ourselves."

"Seems that way. Did you go out with the guy? on his proposal for a date?"

"I was tempted to do so. I actually have formulated my excuse to Joey for that day. It was the time that he was actively engaged in his womanizing activities. I don't know if it was revenge or I just want to prove to myself that I am still worthy."

"And you didn't go." It was a statement.

"No. I know better. But now, I am more convinced to do some crazy stuff. To know more about what it feels like to cheat." She was grinning. I wonder of she is serious or not.

"What's your plan?" I asked

"Good question. I am not having any idea at all. hahaha" she laughed nervously and drank her wine once more.

I gulped my wine in one swig. I inched closer to her face and kissed her lips. She didn't resist. She clawed her hands on my back and we are now giving in to all the emotions kept. A lot of emotion and feeling is surging.

I can smell her sweet scent, her lips are soft and deliciously molded on mine. I kept doing it. She is pulling me in and we are now embracing each other. Out lips intertwined. I gave her my tongue and took it by hers. She was passionate and we are breathing heavily. We are feeling each others warmth by our hands locked in each other back. We are in the kitchen table and she is seated on top of it. While passionately kissing my hand went to her chest and I cupped her breast and groped it. Her nipple is hard and her breast is firm. I can't explain how it feels, except that I feel like it was my first time to be with a woman. My cock is definitely raging at this time.

She suddenly pulled for a moment and she said "this is wrong Joe…"

I answered "I am sorry." I really feel like I was actually playing with her vulnerability.

With a straight look in her eye she said. "No one should know."

I nodded.

As I said these words. She reached out to me and unbuttoned my shirt and I knew what it meant right there and then. She was still seated on the kitchen table and I am standing in front of her.

I rushed to unzip my fly as I helped her ease her shirt and pants. What I saw was one of the most sexually appealing figure of my fantasy to a woman. Those curves and love handles, shapely waist and hips. Her breasts cupped in her bra are lovely as a summer day. The skin was so properly taken care of and without a doubt sensually appealing. Her skin was so soft to touch and that bronze-y appearance. What a babe.

"Andrea you're so beautiful." I sincerely told her that. I am looking all over her body and my eyes are simply admiring those curves while she she was seated on the table. Her legs are spread all over and my cock is bulging on my boxers. Her underwear is still covering her vagina. Only my imagination could think of how it looks like.We are staring at eah other now. And we started to slowly kiss each other. This time we are taking our time and feeling the drift.

I began to move closer to her lips and she responded. Long and sensual kiss. My hands are exploring her soft curves and she is moaning softly while we are glued on our lips. Her body was now more relaxed and her arms are on my shoulders. Slowly, passsionately we are exploring our body.

She untied her ponytail and unclasped her bra. Her breasts are exquisite. Seeing them makes my heart race a little bit more. They are firm and round. Her light brown nipples are smoothly sloped on her breast and they are now once again hard to touch. I fondled them while still kissing her. Between us, no one wants to let go of each others lips. Her hands are bound to my back and not letting go. I can feel her warm and soft palm grabbing whatever it can on my back. She moved one hand towards my butt and pulled it towards her.

I am no stranger to these things. But being with Andrea and all these circumstances happening between her head and her husband makes all sense to me. I am not one to destroy a good fucking marriage. But I am no saint either. I am a man and I am not one to trifle with someone else's personal stuff and business. I won't justify this means. But, it is what is. I didn't force her nor persuaded her to do it.

I have been lonely for years without a woman in my life. I have my needs and Andrea for some reason is a perfect fit and blessing in disguise to address those. What we are doing maybe is a means to and end scenario for her.

While we're passionately sharing each others breath and exploring our body she asked me "…tell me Joe, am I not desirable? Am I ugly? how could my husband ditch me?"

"Andrea.. you are an exquisite and a fine woman. I am keeping my word earlier: if you happen to be my wife I would make love to you the way you have never felt it before. I personally have made mistakes in the past, and it cost me my marriage. I think I won't let that happen again. Especially if have a person like you to be my wife, what more could I ask for? Have I told you before that I have this thing about curvy women?" then I winked at her. She smiled and reached for my lips again. This time more passionate and sensual.

We continued to kiss and never broke a moment. It must have been hours since we started kissing and fondling. We are now breaking a sweat and the kitchen feels steamy. We are now both nude and took the chair and started to go down.

Her pussy was so wet and smells good. She managed to trim her bush and left only a single line on top of her clit. Neat. I am seated on the chair while her legs are spread open for me to explore. I began to slowly make my tongue on her groin and slowly pecked the sides of her vagina, left and right. She is moaning gently and her is writhing in my every move.

"That's it Joe… don't stop…"

Her face was up, mouth open and soft moans are emanating the whole kitchen. My dick is now solid rock and it really wants to go inside her warm and wet pussy. I can swear that I will cum in no time when it happens.

I took my time teasing her labia and inner thigh. I want to enjoy every inch of Andrea. She's holding my head on one hand.

"Please eat it now.." she commanded. But I didn't seem to heed her request.

Instead, I teased her even more. I started to finger fuck her with my index while making slow circles on her clitoris with my tongue. I know she is now engaged. Her moans are louder now and her breathing more pronounced. Softly she said "…fuuucck!"

The way she said it made me even do her more. Moments have past and the teasing continued. I can feel her vaginal wall begin to jerk. Her belly and bladder becoming stiff, signalling that she is about to cum.

"Fuck Joe. I am cumming. Yes please.. oh yes please…!!"

I continued to initiate her orgasm, this time, harder and more rapid. I sucked her clit and inserted my middle finger. Faster, harder. She is so wet and her body is jerking writhing in a passionate wave of lust and sensual stimulation.

FUUUCCCK!!!…. She squirted. Against the dim light of the kitchen sink we are sweaty and both slippery. We embraced and I kissed her once more. This time, I slid my hard cock inside her. Smoothly and gently.

Her pussy was tight and feels so good and warm. The tingling sensation that I have with my ex was nothing compared to Andrea. She knows her timing and how to pleasure her man. While I am inside her, she grabbed my butt and thrusted it towards her vagina assisting me to push even more. And I complied. We are not letting go of each others lips. Moments have passed and several hard pumps and there is no sign that she wanted to stop. And so am I. I kept on pushing and pumping.

I looked at her in the eye and said "…you're feel so good."

She answered "…you too. You are making me feel very much wanted Joe."

I smiled and continued pumping her wet pussy. Just by the sight of it with my dick getting in and out, makes my heart race a little faster.

I have no plans on stopping. Her throbbing vagina and now dripping pussy makes me feel aroused to the bone. It tried pumping harder and pounded her. Her breasts are in motion with my pumps. They are so delightful to watch. 5 minutes, 15 minutes. I didn't notice.

The warm light out of the kitchen sink radiates Andrea's bronze skin. I took her ankles and geared our missionary position in line with the kitchen table. More hard pumps and Andrea is grabbing me on my hips. The slimy and warm feel of her vagina is making my heart race and adrenaline up.

"oohhh.. aaahh… oohhh.. uhumm.."

We are both on cloud nine. Her hand took mine and started to suckle in my finger. Her lips are so soft. I can hear the slurping sound from her. I bent down to kiss her and asked her to take her tongue to mine. It was passionate and rough.

Our hips are welded perfectly in sync wih our body movement. Andrea fucks so well. We are now sweaty, naked and full of sensuous emotion. It has been years since I had a good fuck. Joe is a very lucky guy to have a wife like her.

I slowed dow. We are breathing forcefully. We couldn't let go of our conjoined bodies.

As I slowed, she asked me to push deeper. I did. Every pump made her jerk and her vaginal walls started to jerk. "…Fuuuck" I muttered softly..

She can only stare me in the eye with the look of "…don't let go of it."

I stroked my pumps inside rythmically. A few moments and she began to moan. This time, she is cumming.

"…aaaahhh! faster noooww! uuuhh.. aaahhh.." Andrea uttered her feelings softly. Her face now red and grimacing. Expecting a 'cumming' sensation enveloping her. She grabbed her breasts and reached out for my lips. I went to hers. I kissed her passionately. Her lips were soft and masterful. I bet Joey enjoys this all the time.

Once more, I moved faster. Pounding her. Wet pussy. Sliding my penis inside her velvety cave. The rickety kitchen table was sturdy enough to bear our weight.

I felt her abdomen began to stiffen then her bladder quivered. The rushing feel of her semen enveloped my dick inside her. Slimy and warm. The tingling sensation over my dicks head was so charged. I came in the same as her.

"…can I cum inside?."

"…yes, I am on a pill."

We both grinned. Like kids having their Christmas gift opened. This talk made me feel more energized. I pounded faster and deeper. She bit her lips, tightened her grip on my arm one hand is on her breast squeezing it. As I started to pound her again, she reached out to her clitoris and rubbed it. What an exquisite sight to look at. Her eyes are closed and I enjoy the view of a woman pleasuring herself with my penis inside her.

We both let out a big sigh of relief

"…..Ahhh!!.."

"…faster Joe, I am cumming once more.."

"…rub your clit Andrea," I told her

She nodded and I went in to pump faster.. She let out a long sigh followed by a loud moan or cry "…AH Shit! Here I come, Don't stop it!.. FUUUCCK!!" It was a bit louder than she probably expected.

Her eyes are now turned upwards and I enjoy every moment that I am seeing and that we are having. "… cum inside me!" AS she said these words, her eyes turned soft and mellow. As if she is begging.

I nodded.

A moment later, I let it all out inside her. As she felt my cum exploded inside hers, she wiggled her hips and tightened her vaginal lips. Is this the so-called Kegels? My ex never did any effort to sensually do things to me. Just plain sex. Andrea is something. Like a gentle beast freed from her inner senses.

It's quarter past 12. A lovemaking or fuck-making that lasted for more than 2 hours. Damn!

We snuggled and my hands drifted across her body. I kissed her neck and slowly went down. Her pussy is still dripping from my semen and we both didn't bother. While exploring her, I invited her to the sofa and I actually carried her on my arm. No protest at all.

On the soft sofa, she held my hand and placed it in her vagina, encouraging me to play her velvet. I committedly went for it. While I am on top, I took my time pleasuring her. I went to suckle those hard nipples. "…that's it, babe" (She can't let go of her sweetness and perhaps the emotion that we are both feeling at the moment)

She bit her lips and closed her eyes. She started to get wet again, I made it faster and plugged my index finger in her anus. She jolted but didn't budge. Instead she moved her hips and pushed it down further claiming my finger inside. My thumb switch to her clitoris and rubbed it. My pulse began to quicken and I just can't shake it. I am now hard once again. Andrea took my penis and encouraged me to fuck her once more. She went sideways spooning her. I obliged. "This feels great Andrea, I never had it this good before."

"Thanks Joe, I wonder why Joey can't stand faithful to me."

As she was saying these, I am all inside her pounding again. Funny as it may seem but it feels great. Talk about therapeutic talking while fucking.

I took her arms and I started to kiss her shoulders then her earlobes. She let out a satisfactory sigh. I can feel her warm body next to mine, her back against mine. That soft skin that is entrenched next to my body. What a sensual feeling.

WE continued like this for a long time. Then she came once again. This time its more mellow and longer period of cumming - she squirted at that. Not long after, I am also about to cum. I still dumped everything inside her.

When were done for the second time, we hugged each other and she was crying her emotions out. "..thank you Joe. For making me feel whole."

"You don't know how much this moment meant to me Andrea." And I sincerely smiled at her. I kissed her passionately and she responded back. Eyes are closed, we definitely didn't care about the mess, sweat and cum around us. Our body still intertwined and our genitals hasn't parted ways. We simply let things play out physically and sexually.

What a night!

I hugged her tightly. Snuggled and cuddled to each others arms. Her breast on my chest and her head rested on my arm. Naked and alone in my apartment. We embraced and speechles until we both passed out….