Breathless

I still remember our first face-to-face meeting after chatting online for a few months. I had become so discouraged in my search to find an ideal extra marital relationship partner that I almost gave up, but he made me realize that good things come to those who wait.

It has been a year since first finding each other, and in that year we have developed a strong relationship. We are both best friends and also great lovers. Both my lover and I are in marriages based more on stability and loyalty, and to have each other in our lives was like coming back to life after a long deep sleep.

He phoned me one morning and asked, "So sexy, just when am I going to be graced with your presence once again?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and with eager anticipation we immediately started making plans for a full weekend away. His story to his wife was that he was going golfing with his friends. I convinced my husband that I was going away with the girls for a weekend full of shopping.

The week prior to our tryst was filled with anticipation and barely contained excitement; my thoughts often drifting to being in his arms, to feel his lips against mine, his hands on my breasts, and our bodies entangled together in a rhythmic dance of passion. As the week dragged on I slowly packed my bags…. one that my husband would see me carry out, and the other secretly stashed in the closet and hidden in my van the night before.

Finally, the day arrived and I found myself heading south to see my lover. I stopped in to my favorite lingerie shop on the way to pick some weekend essentials, which included a sheer black babydoll outfit that I knew he would love.

On the drive, we both made quick calls to each other's cell phones to ensure we were OK and to exchange words of longing. The warm lingering feeling after each call made the trip pass quickly.

As I pulled into the hotel parking lot he was already there waiting for me. With smiles from ear to ear we warmly embraced one another then booked into the hotel. We made our way to our room arm in arm, making plans to go out for dinner. We unlocked the door, stepped into the room and were both suddenly struck speechless. We were actually here, we had pulled it off! Breaking into laughter we dropped our bags and raced to the king size bed.

This man knows just how to take my breath away. As our laughter subsides into silence we stare into each other's eyes, he leans close and kisses me. His lips against mine, so soft, make my heart race. Locked in a passionate kiss, he runs his fingers through my hair, down my neck and to my blouse and cups my breasts gently. Lying there in each other's arms, holding one another, our passion quickly escalading, both wanting so much more.

He undresses me slowly, kissing every inch of skin that he reveals. Soon we find ourselves naked, legs and arms entangled. We cannot get enough of each other. I straddle him and look down into his dark eyes. Feeling him inside me, I lean down, my hair cascading over my shoulders onto his chest. With one hand he moves my hair to the side, the other he places on my cheek and as I slowly ride him we share a kiss so full of passion that I find myself breathless.

Three hours later we lay beside each other, feeling a comfort that I had long forgotten. He held me close and whispered in my ear how much he cared for me, wanted me, and appreciated me.

"Thank god we found each other", he whispered, as we began kissing once again.

The remainder of the weekend was a dream with one exciting moment after another. Some times we "fucked" other times we made passionate love. Make out sessions in the car, quick sex in a public but private place, oral sex in a movie theatre and hours spent lovemaking in the hotel room; our time together passed by far too quickly.

When it came time to say goodbye we could see the sadness in each other's eyes, but we also both knew that life around us couldn't change no matter how much we might have wanted it too.

The drive home that day went on forever, but the memories we created made me smile inside and out. His heart was with me, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would be in his arms once again.

In the following days, we both found we were still on a high with fond memories of our rendezvous. Not wanting that feeling to fade, plans were made to see each other again for a night full of excitement, passion, and ecstasy. Until then my days will be filled with emails, phone calls and thoughts of the one man who knows how to take my breath away. ©