Corrine took him in her arms and kissed him softly on the mouth. She felt his tongue flick at her lips and she let hers touch his and then his probed her mouth and she probed back. She moaned as Tim began kneading her breasts. She allowed her legs to spread as he slid his hand down into her panties and pushed two fingers into her cleft. Her mouth hung open in pleasure as his fingers found and fondled her clit.

"The bed Tim, get me on the bed."

He picked her up and carried her over to the double bed and placed her down on it. He undressed while she watched in anticipation. She smiled as she saw has cock and she shivered at the thought of having the hard piece of flesh thrusting into her. She spread her legs and waited for Tim to mount her, but he surprised her as instead of climbing on top of her he bent and attacked her pussy with his mouth.

"Oh God oh God oh yes" she cried as she felt Tim's tongue press against her clit. Her ass instinctively raised off the bed as Tim licked and sucked at her pussy. She moaned and begged that he never stop as Tim brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She began to cry out, her legs shaking and pressing against the sides of Tim's head and as her orgasm hit she cried out, "Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh sweet Jesus yesssssss" and her legs spread wide. Before the sensations of her climax had dissipated Tim moved between her spread legs and his hard cock lanced into her. He took her legs and moved them up to her shoulders and drove deeply into her.

"Oh my God Tim, oh my God. So good baby, so good. Fuck me baby, fuck me hard."

Tim stroked into Corrine as hard and fast as he was able as she lay underneath him crying out, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." He felt her body start to go rigid and he felt the muscles in her pussy grip his cock.

Corrine cried out as the full intensity of her orgasm overcame her just as Tim erupted and flooded her pussy with his cream. At last she lay still on the bed with the warm glow of complete satisfaction upon her.

As she was getting dressed he asked, "When can we do this again?"

"We can't. This was a one time thing."

"I thought what we did here today was pretty damned exceptional and I know you felt it too. It showed in everything you did. How can you not want to do it again? And for that matter, again and again and again after that?"

"You're right. As far as sex goes it was exceptional and I'll remember it the rest of my life, but I won't be doing it again."

"Can you at least tell me why? I mean our being here is as much your idea as mine, maybe even more. Granted that I'm the one who has been chasing you for six months, six months during which you shot me down time after time, but today was your idea. Today I didn't even try. All I did was say "Good morning Corrie, you sure are looking good today" and you said, "Then maybe you should reserve a room so we can have a very long lunch." I do it and then have the best sex of my life and you say never again. Why?"

"Because I love my husband, that's why."

"That doesn't make any sense Corrie. You love your husband, but you just spent three hours here with me. If you can love him and still do it once, why not again?"

"I only did it this one time because I need what you just gave me for something else I have to do."

"I don't understand."

I don't either, she thought, as she buttoned her blouse. Oh she knew why she was in the room with Tim, but she didn't understand how her life could have changed so much that her session with Tim had become necessary.

Corrine had met Talbot Kramer when he had stopped by the office where she worked to visit her boss who was an old friend of his. She had been instantly attracted to him. His rugged good looks, confident manner and his easy charm had captivated her. She didn't even have to think about it when he asked her to have lunch with him. Lunch had led to a dinner date which had led to several others and then one night as Talbot had kissed her goodnight after a date she realized that she had found her soul mate and she had pulled him inside her apartment.

The first time had been a fast and furiously intense coupling that had both physically drained her and charged her back up at the same time. The second time had been a little slower and more emotionally satisfying, but the third time — oh God yes, that third time — had been Heaven and from then on Corrine knew she was Talbot's. That God was smiling down on her was evident in that it seemed that Talbot felt the same way about her. Three months later they were living together and by the end of the year they were married.

In the years that followed she had never lost the desire to be with him and at times even she felt that she smothered him, clung to him and hovered over him too much. But Talbot never seemed to mind. In fact, looking back on it, he actually seemed to take it as his due. Maybe if she had been a little less starry eyed she would have noticed and if she had maybe things would have turned out differently. But she was deeply in love, content with her life and she knew she would live happily ever after.

She got her rude awakening as she and Tal approached their eighth wedding anniversary. Tal was leaving on one of his many business trips and he was going to be gone on the day of their anniversary. He had packed his bags the night before and they were sitting by the door. She was in the kitchen fixing breakfast when she heard what she had been waiting for. The shower started running and as soon as she heard it she went to her purse and got out the anniversary card and gift she had gotten him and hurried over to his suitcase. She opened it and went to put the card and the gift into one of the side pockets so Tal would be surprised when he unpacked. Instead, she was the one surprised. She stared down at the condoms and her blood turned cold. There could be no mistaking it — Talbot was seeing other women on his business trips. She and Tal had agreed long ago that they didn't want children and so she had gone on the pill and as added insurance she also used a diaphragm. Not once during their marriage had she and Talbot ever used a condom. No, they were for someone else.

She put the suitcase back like she had found it, put the card and the gift back in her purse and went back to fixing breakfast. When Tal left she poured herself another cup of coffee and then she had gone outside to sit on the patio and stare up at the white clouds slowly moving across the blue sky and then she had cried.

When the tears stopped she looked back and tried to see if there was some place during their marriage where she might had done something to drive Tal away from her, but if there was something she couldn't see it. Was it just on business trips or did Tal cheat on her when he was home. He did work a lot of late nights and an occasional weekend, but was it really work? She didn't know, but she was going to find out.

She had been nervous and it was understandable. She was not by nature a sneaky person and sneaking around was unnatural to her, but how else was she going to find out what she wanted — no, what she needed — to know. After all, what did she know about tailing anybody? It had looked so easy on television and in the movies; just get behind somebody, let a couple of cars get between you and then follow along, right?

It was the third night that week that Tal had said he was going to be working late and the first two times she had sat on the street outside of his work place and waited for him to come out he apparently had. Unless of course he had some hussy spread out on his desk in his office. The third night he had come out of his building at his regular quitting time and she had followed him to the Shangri-La Motel. He knocked on the door of room 102 and the door had been opened by a woman who was already stripped down to her panties and bra. She had hoped and prayed that her fears were groundless, that Tal only strayed on the road, and always came home to her, but that hope was dashed by the redhead standing in the doorway of room 102. She sat in her car and cried and cried until her tear ducts were empty and then, broken hearted, she had driven home.

She sat in her dark living room and stared at the wall knowing that her perfect life was over. And with that realization came the anger. It came, grabbed her attention and started to build. She was angry with herself for even thinking that everything was all right if he came home to her after cheating on the road. Cheating was still cheating damn it and it didn't mean shit if he came home to her! Who else was going to wash his dirty socks and underwear? That son of a bitch! She gave him everything she had to give and the rotten bastard did that to her? Suddenly she knew what she had to do. She went into the den, picked up the phone, punched some numbers into it and when it was answered she said:

"Hello daddy. I need a big favor."

She looked over at Tim sitting naked on the edge of the bed watching her dress. Her fingers hesitated as they buttoned her blouse and then she said:

"Oh hell, it is only going to be this one time, but it really doesn't have to end just yet" and she began undressing again. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at Tim.

"Bring it here lover, bring it to me. I want to suck it. Put your sweet cock in my mouth."

Tim walked over to the bed, his cocking bobbing up and down as he walked, and he was just the right height that his cock was on a level with her mouth when he got to her. She opened her mouth and took him in and began to give him the best blow job she had ever given. As soon as he was rock hard she said: