I didn’t know a lot about their marriage, but I did know that Ed had been married with children when he and Susan first hooked up and had an affair. But his wife found out about them and then they got divorced and he married Susan. Ed was evidently pretty wealthy, a stockbroker or something, and they had a place in the city and a condo at the beach.

I sent her a birthday card the following March. I had never sent her one before, but I sent this one and mailed it to her company address. I told her I missed her.

A couple of weeks later Susan called me. She said she was going to be in a nearby town on business the following week and would it be possible to meet for a late lunch? I told her that was good news and we set the date: the following Wednesday at four o’clock. We arranged to meet at a chain restaurant.

When I arrived at the restaurant Susan was already there, ensconced in a booth, on the phone, doing business, papers spread out in front of her and a carafe of wine half gone. We greeted with a quick kiss as she hurried to finish her call. Then she put the phone aside, gathered up the documents and spreadsheets on the table and dumped them into her leather satchel. Then she picked up the carafe and emptied it into the wine glass in front of me.

“Business sucks. I’m done for today,” she said, and sipped her wine. “How are you doing, Honey?”

She looked different somehow. Still beautiful, but stressed.

“I’m okay,” I replied. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m all right. Just sick and tired of the corporate bullshit,” she said. “But hey, I don’t want to bore you with all that. So, how’s college going this semester?”

“It’s okay, same shit, different day.”

We had dinner and some more wine and by six o’clock we were in the hotel room she had rented right across the street. We skipped dessert; Susan said that would come later. We were barely in the room before her tongue was in my mouth and our bodies meshed and my cock was already bursting at the seams of my jeans. We were ravenous for one another, and Susan was an animal, lusting for me like a bitch in heat. She tore at my clothes, and started yanking them off piece by piece, and in between savage kisses she spit out a passionate monologue of dirty talk. She told me she’d been thinking about this all week, taking my big cock and ramming it in her wet pussy and she wanted to taste my cum and lick my balls and sit on my face and how badly she needed to be fucked.

When my clothing had been reduced to my tented boxers and my shoes and socks she told me to get the rest of the way undressed and she would be back in a minute. She said she had a surprise for me and then went into the bathroom and shut the door.

When the door reopened, I was seated on the edge of the bed, naked with my cock facing north. She stood right in front of me, naked except for a skimpy G-string that barely covered her lovely twat. She spun around, shook her rump inches from my face, a thin green cord buried in the crack of her ass. I detected the same hint of citrus that had so turned me on that first time.

“Do you like it?” she asked, and I nodded. “I bought it for you. It’s edible!”

She moved her crotch close to my face. The skimpy cover was nothing but a collection of green gummy candies. I took a lick.

“I hope you like lemon-lime,” she said. “Go ahead, eat it! Then you can eat what’s behind it.”

She moaned when I put my mouth on it. She put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my head closer to my dessert. As I chowed down she bombarded me with slut talk and described all of the things we were going to do. I grabbed her ass in my hands and held her key lime pie steady, making it easier to munch.

“There you go Chad, on my ass already, aren’t you, you love my ass as much as you like eating my…ughhhh…”

I rammed a finger into her asshole as I took a healthy bite of green.

“That’s it, that’s good, finger my ass, you love it, don’t you? You’re eating my fucking panties then you’re going lick my fucking pussy and I’m going to sit on your fucking face and then you’re going stick that big fucking cock in me and fuck the shit out of me and…”

I wedged another finger into her asshole and her body shook. I spit out some candy so I could chew off some more.

“Ugh, shit….you want to fuck my ass again too, don’t you, I know you do, you horny bastard, well don’t you worry you will, and I brought lube too, I’m ready for you this time you assfucker, I’ll never forget what it felt like when you fucked it with your tongue, you’re the only one who ever did that to me, and the way you licked my ass and rammed your big cock up there, but first I want to suck your cock, and take my time, I want your whole young, strong cock in my mouth, I want to taste your cum again…”

I picked her up and threw her on the bed beside me and shoved my tongue into her mouth to shut her up. We held each other, her body slithering around me like a python, and kissed passionately for some time, my hard penis pressed against her.

“All those things are going to happen,” I said, as I slid myself down between her legs and removed the rest of her thong. “But first, now that the candy is gone, I’m going to eat the real sweet stuff.” Then I put my face between her thighs.

“Ooh, that’s it Baby, eat my pussy, suck it out of me, God I love the way you eat my pussy, I needed this. God I need to be fucked…”

That’s pretty much the way it went all night, and all of her predictions came true, and then some. Susan seemed different somehow, louder, raunchier, our sex was harder. It was better, less inhibited. I chalked it up to her feeling less guilt and less fear of getting caught.

The next morning I awoke with my usual a.m. boner and we started our day with a blowjob for me and a mouthful of cum for Susan. Then we showered together and she let me clean out her pussy with my soapy cock. I kept it up until I wasn’t the only one who started the day with an orgasm.

When she was leaving for her appointment I mentioned that in three weeks I’d be home for a week on spring break, maybe she could fit me into her schedule? I saw a twinkle in her eye.

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