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Archive-title: An Incredible Affair - Electric Sex Discovery





I've been dying to tell someone about this. I don't dare share it with

my wife, my friends, or business associates. It's like a Priest sinking

a hole in one (apologies to those not familiar with Golf) on Sunday...

Who could he tell? I've been married for 15 years, got kids, and have a

good sex life with my wife. I fantasize about other women from time to

time, but I've never had an affair... Before now that is...



On Thanksgiving weekend I was driving around town I own a scanner

(radio), and was listening to police, fire, and medical stuff, run of

the mill. Something prompted me to punch in a bank with cordless phone

frequencies (programmed weeks before). I hadn't gone two blocks when I

picked up a conversation between two women talking about their sex

lives. The signal faded so I stopped the car and backed up till it came

in strong.



One woman was telling the other something of the fantasies she had. She

mentioned a divorce and children around leaving her no privacy (I know

how that is). The other mentioned her husband's impotency, and her

incredible frustration about it all (therapy sessions, etc.). They were

each bitching about life in general, sex in particular, comiserating,

and getting some laughs.



In the meanwhile, I had parked my car and began walking up and down the

sidewalk until I was pretty sure I knew what house one of women was in.

I guessed it was the one with the impotent husband because of the

strength of her signal, a pleasing voice, but not as husky and

outrightly sexy as her friend's. Incredibly, she said "Marcy, I swear

I'd fuck the next man who walks through the door if he isn't a total

dork." She concluded the coversation by telling her friend she was going

to go masturbate. They both had a laugh, and the phone went click!



I suppose I stood there about a minute in shock. It was a stimulating

conversation. I was excited, and nervous, a quick fantasy flashed in my

mind. And then, emboldened by what I'd heard (I told myself it was just

to see what she looked like), I found myself walking to her door, and

ringing the bell.



For a while, no one responded. Then the door opened a crack. A

slightly disheveled woman in a blue robe, tied tightly at the waist,

stood there. Her hair was uncombed, she was sweating a little. I

suddenly remembered about her going to masturbate, I wondered if she'd

finished. I babbled something about spurious radio emissions from her

house (my scanner would look like some kind of test instrument to the

untrained eye). I asked her if I could check it out. To my shock, she

opened the door and stepped aside so I could come in.



I began to walk around the living room, using my scanner like a star

trek tri-corder, as though I were looking for something. She was

pretty. Early to mid 30's, maybe 40, mediterranean or latin, about 5

foot 5 inches, thick dark hair, and what seemed, under the robe, like a

nice figure finished nicely in a big ass. In a minute I had covered the

front rooms. She had asked me what was wrong. I babbled something about

appliance interference in the neighborhood and asked if she had any

problems with her TV or stereo. She said no looking down, perhaps

suddenly embarrased by her appearance. I asked her if she had any

electronic clocks (this stuff just came out of me). She thought for a

moment then moved off down a hall. She opened a door and let me through

while she followed. I found myself in what must have been the master

bedroom. There was a digital clock on a nightstand. I waved the scanner

around it making imaginary observations.



I was stuck here. What to say next. Nothing came to mind. I glanced

behind her. Snaking from an outlet on the other side of the bed was an

electric cord. It led to something tossed under a turned down blanket, a

vibrator perhaps? I couldn't be sure. I looked up at her. She was

staring straight at me, at my crotch. I had an erection since I walked

to her door, I suddenly realized she'd noticed it.



I lowered the scanner to my side. "You're a very attractive woman" I

managed to gurgle out. She really was pretty. Her thick wavy hair was

uncombed but attractive in its own way just for that. She had beautiful

eyes, a nice smile, and a beautiful cleavage when she folded her arms in

front of her. "You're an attractive man" she replied. She was looking me

straight in the eyes now. I stepped up to her, only a foot or two away.

"I sense a tremendous sexual energy in you." As I said this I reached

out with my free hand, touched her chest where her robe opened at the

neck and slid my fingers slowly and lightly over her right breast. She

stiffened a little, but didn't move away. "I feel dizzy" I continued. "I

would do anything for a woman as sensual as you." What was I saying? It

was just coming out of me as I slowly and lightly stroked her stiffining

nipple. She took a few deep breaths, sort of pushing her breasts at me a

little bit. I continued stroking, no further words came to mind.



This went on for a while, maybe half a minute. Then she said "what would

you do?" "Anything you want" I said. There was an odor in the air, a

pungent, exciting smell of a woman's ripening lust. "I want to taste

you" I suddenly stammered. Her hands then rose to her robe belt, undid

it, and with a shrug of her shoulders, the robe fell to the ground.



Her body was lovely, womanly, rounded thighs, large but not huge

breasts, that just overflowed my hand. Big nipples, a slightly rounded

tummy, a beautiful mediterranean ass, and the most magnificent chocalate

brown mound I've ever seen completed the picture. My cock was pressed

against my jeans harder than I'd ever felt it, it hurt. I dropped my

scanner, and felt my legs buckle. I found myself on my knees staring

into that flower. I looked up. Her breasts were hanging at my forehead.

I reached up a little bit and kissed them, touching them slightly and

brushing her nipples. I turned downward, running my tongue down the

middle of her belly until I reached that marvelous patch. I reached

around and held her solid ass with my hands pressing her to my face as I

pressed my all-to-eager tongue into her valley.



She made a small sound, a gasp and tried to squat down a little bit and

spread her legs. I couldn't bend down that far, and she couldn't stand

even with my hands on her ass pressing her to me. I pulled her a little

bit, with my hands and pushed with my tongue. she fell backwards onto

the bed, her calves hanging over the side. Her legs fell open enough for

me to fit between them. I took my time now and looked longingly at that

beautiful forest. It was dark brown, filled with small tight curls that

completely hid the mystery inside it. Beginning just below her belley

button and spreading thickly to a pear shape as it disapeared between

her legs. I used my tongue to tease the hairs appart as I worked my way

deeper into that jungle. When I felt her lips, I began to work my way

between them, bringing my hands up to tease them appart. After a minute

or so of this, I picked my head up and looked at her.



She was staring straight up at the ceiling, not moving, perfectly

relaxed. I looked again at her mound, it seemed to be swelling at me,

almost breathing a little. My hands finished the job of separating her

lips and exposing her clitoris. It stood their, pulsing in a sea of

juices. I bent back down and stroked it just slightly with the tip of my

tongue. She groned then, and twisted her hips as if to hide from the

tongue's touch. Not that she was going anywhere. I gripped her a little

harder, leaning my arms on her ample hips to hold her down, and began to

stroke her stiffining clit with my second (and perhaps best) pleasure

organ. She let out a few deep breaths and began thrusting her pussy at

my tongue just a little bit. I tried to match the rythm of her swells

with my strokes as they became more demanding. After a minute she fell

completely quiet and still. I had no clue, I just kept stroking, slowly

making it a little harder, a little faster.



It seemed like a long time doing this, maybe five minutes. Then suddenly

she jerked just a little, her pussy arched she made a low moan, tensed,

then was quiet for a second, I could feel her tummy stiffen, then she

let out a loud set of quick moans, almost screams punctuated by deep

intakes of breath, while her body convulsed. She twisted from side to

side, again to escape me. My hands lost her lips, but I pressed my tired

tongue into her salty pond forcing it between her lips, darting, and

stroking until she quieted down and was silent. I stood up.



I was still completely dressed. The woman, whose name I still didn't

know, was just staring at me. I began to undress as she watched. First

my shoes and socks, then my pants. When I lowered my underware, my cock

shot out and bounced. I felt like it was going to burst. She stared

straight at it as I removed my shirt. I'm not any bigger then the

average man, but to me it sure felt bigger then I could remember it for

a while, and I got the impression she hadn't seen an organ standing at

attention for her sake in some time. She was so open and ripe I could

see her pink valley, a grand canyon, even through her now dripping wet,

ample mass of hair.



When completely undressed, I stepped up to the bed. To bring my pole to

her sopping pussy, which I wanted to feel envelope me more then anything

at that moment, I had to leverage myself on my thighs, with my knees off

the bed and my toes on the floor. I surveyed her body again, stroking

one of her breasts with my hand as I leaned over her and came to face

her, my eyes but a foot from hers. She looked right at my face. "What do

you want me to do?" she said. They were the first words she had spoken

since her robe fell to the ground. "I want to fuck you", I said. "I want

you to fuck me." She reached for my cock and wraped her fingers around

it, I thought I'd explode right then. She thrust her hips wide appart,

brought her legs into the air, and rolled her pussy towards me. I felt

her pushing down on my cock until the tip brushed the opening of her

soaking wet hole.



I pushed, and my pillar sank into the most magnificent pit I'd ever

experienced; wet, ripe, hot. Her jewel was a fire, a cauldren fueled by

passion, craving my pile's penetration. As I pulled back it drew me down

again, milking me as I sought to bury every millimeter of my throbing

ram in her burning furnace.



As I fucked her she began to snake her way a little further onto the bed

working her hips and ass in rythm with my pounding cannon. I had to pull

myself up a little with every insistant thrust. She began to twist a

little more with each drive as if pulling away, but I wouldn't let her,

I grabbed her hands above her head with mine and held them down. After a

half more minute or so she worked her feet up onto the bed and used them

to arch her back thrusting her prize into the air, and lifting me with

it.



I had to let go of her hands to keep my balance, she brought her arms to

her side, and thrust one hand between my pubic bone and the top of her

cleft, massaging her clit. With her other hand she reached around her

ass, between her legs and began stroking my balls. I put my weight on

her, laying hard on her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts on mine.

I pulled my hands down and under her, reaching towards myself and

gripped her tensed, quivering ass. I pulled it towards me crushing her

to me each time I split her cavernous crack. I was in a precarious

position. My ankles hung off the bed, my hips rode on hers a foot and a

half in the air, and my face was buried straight down on the bed along

side her neck. I could feel her sweat, hear her breathing, and smell her

passion, but I could hardly breath, and my neck was kinked!



I couldn't take much more of this. My cock was pulsing so hard with

every impulse it actually hurt. I knew I would explode any second and I

squeezed myself shut as hard as I could to keep it going. As it was, it

didn't last much longer. I let out something between a sigh and a moan

when my dam broke. I heard her say "don't stop!", I wasn't going to

stop, come was flowing from me like water from a hose as I kept ramming

my jamb into her steaming bore. Six or ten thrusts later and I was still

feeling the end of it, I was still hard when she cried out, twice. Her

body shivered, with its second orgasm. The walls of her dripping palace

grasped my pipe, sucking from it the last drops of syrup in her spasms

of pleasure. Her legs collapsed, I collapsed too, right on top of her.



I spent another minute on top of her then rolled off. We both lay there

still breathing hard. The first words were hers. "I can't believe I did

that." "I can't either," I replied, and unprotected I thought. "For what

its worth," I said "I've been having sex with only one woman for the

past seventeen years." I looked at her then, took in her tossled hair,

the curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her breasts, and that

delicious hill of dark wet curls that again hid what I had so completely

had only moments before. She turned and looked at me. "I haven't had

real sex in almost three years," she said. "What's your name?" "Jay", I

replied, I lied. "And you?" "Linda", she said.



We just looked at one another for another minute and then she said

"you'd better go. My husband will be home eventually". I rose and began

to dress. She watched me for a while and then, when I was almost

finished, she rose and slipped on her robe.



She walked me down the hall and into the kitchen where we said our

goodbys. As I opened the door she said "will you come again?". We both

smiled at the pun. "I'm a married man with children", I said, and then

after a moment's hesitation her reply "I don't care --wait here". She

turned and went into the kitchen, returning in less than a minute with a

business card. "Call me, this number rings here. If my husband answers,

just tell him your from some county charity. He gives all those calls to

me." I took the card and looked at it. Linda was her real name. The

thought of her wanting me again made my cock tighten in my pants. I told

her I would call, told her she was incredible, walked out and headed

back to my car.



I was shaking, hyperventilating, and otherwise completely exhausted. I

also had a very satisfying, empty feeling in my lap. My hand shook as

I started the car and pulled away then, almost without thinking I pulled

over and clicked on the scanner. I caught one conversation going on, but

it wasn't her. I punched the scan button and the unit locked on a phone

ringing. I waited. The phone at the other end picked up. "Hello" said

the husky voice I recognized as Linda's friend Marcy.



I heard Linda then, a little scratchy because of my distance from her

house, but still understandable. "You'll never believe what just

happened" she said. "Before or after you beat off?" Marcy asked. "I

didn't have to," she continued, "this guy came to the door...". Linda

proceded to tell Marcy the whole story I've related above leaving out

graphic details which Marcy coaxed, and Linda only half grudgingly

revealed. Marcy said she'd like to meet me. "Most men would demand a

blow job after giving head like that", "I know", Linda replied, "I love

being fucked after I come, but you can't have him he's mine." They

laughed.



When Linda told Marcy she'd given me her card and asked me to call her

again Marcy shot back "you mean you're going to see him again?". "Oh I

hope so," Linda replied. "It was wonderful! Once a month like that at

least and life with Jack the rest of the time might be bearable." The

two women talked a little longer. Marcy congratulated Linda on an

"affair well done". Linda said she was going to take a shower, then

goodbye, and the channel went dead.



I started my engine and pulled away wondering what I would do now, but

knowing, somewhere in the back of my mind that I would call her again,

in about a month.



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