Driven to cheat

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I began my online persona almost twenty years ago.My first computer was a desktop, which means it and peripheral equipment took up most of my desktop. I enrolled with a very popular service which had chat rooms as part of their offering.I quickly became a regular in a couple of the chat rooms, bantering and joking primarily with the female occupants. A few became actual friends and we chatted about our spouses or significant others, our jobs, all the things that comprise our everyday lives.I hit it off really well with a married lady named Angie. I’m married as well and had been for five years. We started sharing more intimate details of our lives and began exploring the joys of cyber sex. I liked her responsiveness to our scenarios, and she said she enjoyed my creativity and willingness to go ‘outside the box’. Honestly, soon all I could think about was finding a way to get ‘inside the box’.I learned that she was unsatisfied in her love life with her husband. She and he were unable to have children and I think that may have contributed to their marital stress. As for myself, a humdrum sameness had set in. On the occasions when I mentioned spicing things up a bit I got little encouragement. Things were, as they say, very vanilla.I learned that she lived in an adjoining state, so geographically it was possible to actually meet. I’m a trucker by trade, so meeting was not just possible but very manageable. We kept chatting and I was thinking of how to pull off a meeting while keeping things on the down low and not getting in trouble with my dispatcher. The town she lived in was on an interstate, so that was no problem. It however, was not a destination, just a town I went through on the way to somewhere else.We finally decided to meet, the attraction becoming just too strong to resist. We both had an itch that badly needed scratching and couldn’t wait to see if we could help each other out.On the agreed day I hit town and parked at a truck stop. I hit the shower, taking time for a really good cleanup to wash the road grime away. I was as shiny as a new dime when I called her. She sounded a little nervous to finally hear my voice. This was before cellphones and smartphones became ubiquitous so we were relying on the trusty payphone.She said she could be there in fifteen minutes. I gave her my description and told her where I’d be waiting. While I waited I had time for the inevitable second thoughts. Did I really want to go through with this? Was this something that could blow up in our faces, bring about serious damage to our respective bahis siteleri marriages? Had I finally completely lost my damned mind?I was still running down the list of self-questioning doubts when an SUV pulled up in front of where I was standing. Behind the wheel was a very trim lady wearing a denim summer dress, her tanned arms showing. Her smile was very open and friendly. Her hair was brunette, long and loosely curling as it framed her tanned and somewhat narrow face. Her cheekbones were high and almost chiseled with flat cheeks and a wide generous mouth. There was a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were spare, not plump and over full but very nice. Her teeth were very white and straight, though somewhat large. Her eyes were green, a lighter shade reminiscent of jade I’ve seen. She looked like she would have been totally at home on a ranch or farm. I imagine she could pull a trailer load of hay or drive the tractor that bailed it. I saw that she was tall as well as slender and thought she’d look really great on horseback.She reached over and rolled down the passenger window. “Joe?” she asked, and got my smile in reply. I walked the few steps, opened the door and slid into her vehicle. Her hands were both resting on the wheel and I reached over, placing my hand on her sun-browned wrist. “Angie, I’m so glad you came. I have to admit, though, I’m a little bit nervous. I didn’t actually believe this would ever happen.””Me either, but I’m really glad I came. I’ve been wanting to see the man that went with the things you expressed in the chat room. I have to say you’re even better than I’d imagined!”I demurred, saying “Now you’re just trying to make me blush.” If that was her intent, she was doing a fine job of it. I could feel the blood rushing to my face- and to other places.”Can we go somewhere a little more discrete?” she asked. I told her that would be a great idea so she put the SUV into gear and we left the parking lot. We drove to a market nearby where we were still in a public area but away from the bustle of the truck stop. I thought that was pretty smart of her, not allowing herself to become isolated with a man she’d just met.I raised my hand and traced a finger along her jaw line, down the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back. I took her chin between thumb and forefinger and gently turned her head toward me. I leaned forward and kissed her gently, feeling her lips on mine. They were papery dry but very soft, very warm.She leaned toward me, collecting canlı bahis siteleri my kiss in turn. She placed her hand on my upper thigh as she leaned into me. Her fingers were very long and narrow, her small nails a pale pink. This attention very quickly caused a rise in my Levis, one she didn’t miss. Angie giggled and traced a fingertip along my bulging partner and said, “I think someone else is glad to meet me, too!””No argument there, sweetness. You have my and his undivided attention!””I can see that, Joe. Can we go somewhere and get better acquainted?””I saw a motel down the road a little ways. Would that be alright?””That, my darlin’, would be much more than alright.”We left the market parking area and drove the short mile to the motel. I went inside and secured a room. Finding the room, I put the key in the lock and the door wouldn’t open. I jiggled the key, the knob, everything I could think of and that door lock would not yield to me. Angie stepped close to my side, took the key and tried the lock. Like magic it clicked and we were allowed entry.”It needed a woman’s touch,” she said as she smiled.”Lucky door,” I murmured.She swung the door closed behind her, made the lock secure, and came to me. “Do you need a woman’s touch, Joe?” she whispered into my ear.”I’m pretty sure I do, Angie.”She stepped into my arms, molding her lithe body to mine, locking her arms around my back, holding me tightly. My hands were on her shoulders, lightly rubbing them. Her skin felt so smooth, almost silky, and so warm. I could feel her pressure through our clothing, her seeming inability to get close enough to me.We kissed deeply, standing there. Then I started to explore, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, her ears, her neck, her chin. She was like a cat, arching and accepting my attention. I held her close, my hands also exploring the shape of her, the narrow waist, the flare of her hips, her incredibly tiny ass.After a while of drinking in each other, enjoying the taste and scent of each other, we pulled apart.Looking around, the room was no palace, to be sure. It was furnished in a style best described as ‘American Transient’, utilitarian and no frills. We weren’t there for the ambience though, and turned our attention back to each other.Angie started unbuttoning my shirt slowly and deftly, her eyes locked on mine. A smile teased her lips as if to say “You’re mine now, and we’re going to play just my way.”She finished and I shrugged out of my shirt. She ran her fingers through my chest hair.”How do you like my Indian canlı bahis blanket, baby?””I like it a lot, Joe.” She continued combing her fingers through it.I reached up and started unbuttoning her sundress. As the buttons surrendered to me her skin was exposed, tan and smooth. She wore a white bra, a very plain one. It held her breasts which were very pale and full, beautifully framed by that simple bra.I continued, exposing her abdomen, her belly, her white panties. I got to the bottom of that interminable row of buttons and admired the view as her dress was now open, partially exposing her slender form.I ran my hands along her shoulders, helping the dress to fall away to the floor. she stood there in bra, panties and flip flops, not a sign of embarrassment or shyness.I undid her bra and thanked my lucky stars it was a front closure, preventing my from fumbling with a rear clasp. I slipped the straps down her arms, revealing her breasts. She had very rounded breasts, not large but quite full, a B cup. Her aureoles were darker than I’d expected, and her nipples naturally protruded like small grapes.I cupped her breasts in my hands, bent to them, smothered them in light kisses. I felt her shiver, saw the gooseflesh leap up on her belly, so sexy.I took a nipple into my lips, just holding it for a few seconds. Then I caressed it slowly with my tongue tip, just the barest touch. She tasted wonderful, and her scent was subtle yet very powerful. I circled my tongue around her nipple, feeling it grow firm in my mouth. I swirled my tongue with more pressure now, still slowly. I reached up and cupped her other breast, feeling it’s warmth. I took her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rubbing it between them, gently pulling on it then lightly pinching it. Both of her nipples were very aroused.Angie had been standing still, soaking up my attention to her breasts. She took a shuddering breath and stepped back a pace. She looked me deeply in the eyes and said, “Joe, you just don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.”She went to her knees, dressed in just her white panties. She undid my belt, the catch to my jeans, ran the zipper down so slowly I could hear each tooth disengage its mate. She tugged my jeans down and kissed my bulging jockey shorts.She giggled like a school girl when she saw how aroused I had become.Angie hooked her fingers in my waistband, slid my jockey shorts down until she’d exposed all but the tip of my cock. She put her lips close, gently kissing my caged cock, teasing my patch of pubic hair with her nose, inhaling my scent.She gave one more small tug and my cock sprang free, jutting straight outward. She kissed the tip and a small clear thread of pre cum trailed away as she pulled back.She took my hardness slowly into her mouth, a little at a time.

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