The third time I sucked Sam Caldwell’s cock happened in a place that is almost too embarrassing to admit. The morning after Sam and I spent our first day in bed together I went back over to his house after my husband Tom left for work. With Sam's wife already at the shore with the kids for the Holiday weekend, I knew he would be waiting for me. I wore a short yellow sundress that made me feel sexy, especially without a bra. I did not suck Sam's cock that morning.

The game had changed, I intended to tease him to the best of my abilities. My manner was deliberate, very matter-of-fact, as I sat down at the breakfast table. I was intent on not falling to my knees the moment my pussy quivered. We didn't even immediately kiss.

Sam poured me a cup of coffee and we talked about us and our unexpected affair and if we had guilty feelings or regrets. Neither of us had either guilt nor regret. As he spoke I grew entranced by his eyes and the movement of his lips. It was just so incredibly erotic to be there with him, this man I had known for so long and with whom sex was otherworldly.

His tone grew serious. “I want you to know, Jane, that you are the sexiest woman I have ever known. I think you are beautiful and, God knows, you have the most amazing body, but more importantly, you are playful about sex. It's your playfulness that makes sex with you not only spectacularly satisfying but also just plain fun, really, really fun.”

I sensed a big “but” coming, and my heart began to sink even as I was hoping he would tell me he couldn't live without me.

“If we had met years earlier, before I met Bonnie, before we had kids…”

“But you’re committed to your life with Bonnie,” I said somewhat sullenly, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Well, I’m pretty committed to my life with Tom too. I never expected you would be leaving Bonnie, I’m not about to disrupt my life with Tom either.”

“So, then we aren't done? We can let this...er yeah, affair or whatever it is, run it's course? Could it be just sex, like friends with benefits?"

“We'd have to be pretty careful, Not tell a soul, ever. But yes, just sex. Last Saturday, after dinner when you were seducing me…”

“Wait, what? I was seducing you?”

“Well yeah, you were saying all those nice things.”

“It was you, all night looking so beautiful and acting so sexy.”

“Listen buster…”

“Buster?”

“Yeah, Buster, it was not me. It was you, you know, saying nice things, seducing me. Yes, maybe I share a little blame, but after we got to your new office, and after you kissed me and our mouths were so perfect together, only then did I first want to suck your cock. It had been so long since, well, it wasn't even a choice. The moment I put my hand on the hard bulge in your pants, I needed it in my mouth."

"Oh God, Jane, when you sank to your knees and began opening my pants..."

I hadn’t even given Tom a BJ since our wedding day.”

“No. Really?”

“Yes, really. He’s not as nice to me as you are.”

“Does he hit you?”

“No, never. I would never stand for that. No, he’s just always so critical of me.”

“What the hell could he find to be critical about?”

“See, right there. Even that was a compliment.”

“More coffee, sexy lady?”

“Hmmm” was all I said with a nod of my head.

When Sam turned his back to me to refill our cups, I wiggled my panties off from under my dress and sat there with a teasing smile on my face. When he returned with the full cups and sat down, I reached to the middle of the table and opened my hand to drop the balled-up panties. My pussy was already beyond dewy.

He sat there looking at me, not saying a word. We both sipped our coffee in silence. Gradually, his face relaxed, and then the subtlest of smiles, beginning with his eyes, came across it. He reached for the panties and brought them to his nose, breathed in, and returned them to the same spot.

“So, this is how it’s gonna be?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, Sir?” I said in my best imitation Southern accent.

He suddenly bolted around the table as if he was angry. It startled me. I jumped up so quickly that my chair toppled onto its back.

Before I fell backward myself, he grabbed my upper arm, just above my elbow, and pulled me to him. He kissed me furiously, and I kissed him just as passionately in return. He lifted me above him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took a few steps until I was pinned against the pantry door. With his hands freed, he pulled the front of my dress from between us and reached under to work his hard cock out through his fly.

Sam let my body slide down a bit until I felt contact with his cock. His aim was perfect, splitting me apart with his bulbous tip. He retracted slightly, and with three ratcheting thrusts, each accompanied by what I hoped was a delightful squeal from me, I was stretched full by his completely buried cock. I came quickly, if somewhat shallowly, from the unbridled passion of the way he rapidly pounded into me.

Unfortunately, the rough pounding of the base of my spine against the paneled door and the irritation of one side of the zipper of his fly against my outer fold soon began overriding the wonderful sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me. My secretions stopped flowing, and his cock soon felt like it was burning me. Sensing he was losing me, he nodded toward the living room, saying, “Time for a change?”

Entering the living room, Sam guided me to kneel on the sofa facing the back. I pulled my sundress off over my head. I heard him open his belt and allow his trousers to drop to the floor behind me. A moment later I knew he had completely undressed.  When he kneeled on the sofa astride my legs and leaned over my back to whisper in my ear that my pussy was the tightest he ever felt, my body not only tingled from his words but also from the feel of his naked skin against mine and his erection against my inner thigh.

“...And the way it clamps down so hard on my cock when you cum is the truest reward,” he said as he righted himself.

He gave my ass a shockingly hard slap. I yelped, but before I could complain, his cock was back inside me, fully buried and pushing hard. He began with both hands gripping my hips, but then he moved his right hand to tease my butthole with his thumb.

Sam settled into a smooth, regular rhythm that felt amazing and got better with each stroke. My body was at first compelled to push back and meet each hard thrust, but Sam put his palm on the small of my back to temper me so he could keep fucking me in a nice even rhythm as he circled my little star with his thumb. He was in no hurry to get either of us off. After a couple of minutes, Sam asked if he could ask me a personal question.

“Sure, anything. Just don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“Do you bleach your butthole?’

“What?”

“You know, I mean, you have the brightest butt hole I’ve ever seen.” He kept moving his thumb over it and drawing my focus away from his cock sliding in and out of my pussy to the sensation of his thumb making small circles with ever increasing pressure on my tightly clenched bud.

“I do?”

“Don’t you know? With your tan, it looks almost white."

“I've never even seen it.”

“Tom hasn’t mentioned it?”

“Never. He doesn't see it either.”

“It’s also the tightest crimped little pucker I’ve ever seen, by far.”

“You’re weird.”

“Seriously, it looks like the little radiating fracture that happens on a car windshield when someone shoots it with a BB gun.”

“Like I said, you’re…”

“You’ve never taken it in the ass, have you, Jane?”

“There's been a few unsuccessful attempts.”

“Too painful?”

“Excruciating.”

“It will be my pleasure to be your first...”

“I don’t think so, you're much bigger than Tom.”

“...And your pleasure too.’

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

"Not yet." Sam slid out and down and caressed my ass with both hands before spreading them and putting his tongue on my tight 'BB hole'. He went hard at my ass with his tongue and licked up and down over it, he kept pushing against it with the tip of his tongue, licking and ramming. He got nowhere so it didn't hurt. It felt good. Really good. I didn't want him to stop.

After a minute or so, however, he gave up, went lower and licked my pussy a while before returning for another try. He pushed a finger in. I felt a little discomfort as my ass pinched onto his finger but it didn't hurt. It felt good, better than I expected. My silent thought was "maybe".

His spoken thought was, "Your ass is a fortress, Jane."

Sam took hold of my hips with both hands, and I reached down in guidance as he pushed his cock back into my pussy. "Oh God," I said.

He immediately began thrusting and soon began ramming even harder. It felt amazing and so good to feel his passion for me again, but I’ll admit, I did miss the gentle stroking of his thumb on my rosebud. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.

“Pull my hair!”

“What?”

“Pull my hair and fuck me harder!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled gently.

"HARDER!” I yelled, wanting to reach my orgasm.

He was serious now, fucking me harder than I have ever been fucked before, pulling my hair with one hand, slapping my ass or squeezing my tit with the other or sometimes even reaching around and strumming my clit. It was as if he wanted it all but couldn't make up his mind until finally he settled on gripping my breast.

With my head reared back from his strong pull on my hair as he slammed his cock into me again and again. I began to orgasm again. My body reacted violently. My limbs began shaking and growing weak. I collapsed forward onto the sofa back with my idle arm hugging over the back. My spasming pussy milked Sam’s spewing cock as he collapsed against me, pressing deeply and holding me tight around my waist with his other hand pulling down on my shoulder as he unloaded inside me.

We recovered; my still-undulating pussy squeezed him out when he softened. We carefully cleaned the few drops of cum that escaped onto the couch. I went to the grocery store and was home in plenty of time to make a full dinner by the time Tom returned from work.

Sam left early the next day to join his family at the shore for Labor Day weekend.

Another week and the following weekend went by. Sam and I secretly texted but there was neither time nor opportunity for us to get together. I began to worry that Sam had stopped trying to create opportunities, that he had enough of me.

Then on Monday, he texted me that he would be at the Mall the next day getting some new jeans and “would I like to “bump” into him for lunch at the French-style cafe that had recently opened.” He claimed he was desperate to see me.

When I texted to ask where he would be shopping for jeans, he replied JC Penny since they carry genuine Levi’s.

We set a time for lunch and I said I would look for him at Penny’s beforehand.

I spotted him in the men’s casual clothing department rifling through a stack of straight-leg jeans for his size. The area was deserted.

I moved in behind him and discreetly ran a finger up the length of the ass seam of his dress slacks.

“Nice greeting, I’d normally turn and kiss the woman teasing my ass but not here in public,” Sam said while still paging through the stack of jeans. “I’m going to take these to try on. Maybe you should bring me this pair in a minute or two.”

When I walked down the hallway of the island of change rooms the door at the end opened enough for Sam’s face to appear in the opening. When I reached it he opened it more. After I walked through he smoothly closed it. All without a word.

His dress slacks were on a hook, his shirt tails hung down partially over his silk boxers. He looked so sexy. Immediately I was in his arms kissing, I could tell he was as hungry for me as I was for him. “I missed you so much,” He whispered. I kissed him deliriously.

I covered his erection with my hand and gripped and stroked him through the silk as we kissed. It felt good.

“I need you to suck…” My kisses interrupted him.

“I want...” I whispered and sank to my knees.

I was amazed and flattered by how incredibly hard he was for me. And yes, there was that wonderfully fresh musky smell.

When I took him in he already knew what I liked and he held my head and asserted his cock with power and speed. He knew I wanted to be used, yet there was care in the way he controlled his inner beast.

Another change room door opened and closed. We froze for a three-count. We both knew we needed to avoid detection. I sealed my lips around his horny shaft to contain the noise. I took him deeper, challenging his control, trying to release his daemon.

When he was finally ready, he tried to push in hard. I retracted almost fully, gripping his shaft in both hands, keeping only the head of his cock between my lips. He complied, stopped pushing, and started cumming.

I relaxed my fists to allow my fingers and thumbs of both hands to caress and cradle his shaft with just enough pressure to feel it pulse and throb with each burst of cum that ejaculated into my greedy mouth. I could feel his thighs shaking against my forearms in his efforts to constrain himself.

Afterward, at the French café, Sam slyly tried to seduce me into going back to the little dressing room after lunch so we could fuck. He described in graphic detail how we could do it and made me squirm in my seat. I enjoyed his lovely attempted seduction over our salads, but I refused, certain that I could not be quiet enough.

Several years later, while having lunch at that same cafe, when risk had long become another component of our addiction to each other,  Sam did manage to seduce me back to that changing room. There, with my skirt hiked up and my panties to the side, he filled me from behind with his never-failing cock as I bent over, gripping the bench while a cloth napkin pilfered from the French Café and stuffed in my mouth muffled my moans of pleasure.