The place was dark and crowded. I worked my way through the crowd, scanning faces. Nine Inch Nails blasting through covered speakers, you could barely hear the low rumble of the crowd. She had picked this place. It was our first night out. This was it. What we had discussed on many occasions. My heart was racing. My breath felt cold.

This intense feeling washed over me like waves of fire. An anxiety had been building all day and I was enjoying the rush. This would be the first time I would meet her husband. Just as we had planned, I would meet her at a place she picked.

Then, I would approach them both, introducing myself as a friend she had been talking with and wanted to meet her husband. Some drinks, some talk she would look at me with those eyes and the glace. Yes, the glance. That look that says I want you. That look that ever woman holds in her power. The glance that connects somewhere deep within a man that stirs every primal emotion. Then after a few more drinks, it would be a touch, a gesture, a laugh, a tease. A signal that she was interested in me. A enough to send him the message that she was interested in me. Yes. This is the plan. Looking though the crowd, there she was at the bar standing next to a man I would soft placeume was her husband. I caught her attention and went over. She smiled, hugged me and said hello, then introduced me to her husband. She was shining in this dark place. Though I had expected her to be nervous, she acted as if this meeting was nothing more than by chance. Me, I was fighting back the urge to kiss her. To grab her and ravage her. To control her Causal conversation went on a few more drinks went down.

The more we talked, the more she flirted and I watched him. I dont know what I was expecting.

Anger, jealousy, his body language screaming its time to leave. He followed the conversation and I went on like we were old friends I guess it takes knowing a person to be old friends. I was on my way to knowing Michelle in more than a situation like this. She had said she wanted to know and be known. She felt the need to trust me just as I felt the need to trust her. It took numerous conversations and lots of hot talk before we met face to face. Even at the moment she suggested we meet for coffee, I was unsure. But the minute she walked into that little coffee shop, I knew she was all she had been telling me and all that I had known. Several trips out for coffee and I finally talked her into going to dinner. That night we connected over a few drinks and talk about lifes unexpected turns. Before long, I wanted her. I wanted her like no one I had known.

I wanted her like a junkie wanting the next fix.

I wanted her like my next breath. She talked I listened and at some point I quit breathing.

I walked her to the car and then I walked her into my bedroom.

For just a moment I thought I felt her saw her nervous. Maybe anxiety. Maybe it was my anxiety.

She sat on my bed looking just a little dazed by drinks at dinner. I walked up to her and told her I wanted her.

All of her.

She smiled. Its time to take your clothes off Michelle, I told her in a low quite voice. I want your clothes Slow She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, looking up at me the entire time. Then, just as a woman as can do ever so beautifully, she removed her bra still looking up at me.

And then she stopped. Just then I wanted to step back and look, stare, take in everything. I was resisting the urge to do the rest. I stopped. I wanted this to last. What about the rest? she stood up and I helped her remove her skirt.

The scent of her hair and skin made me think that this should be going a little faster! She sat back down on the bed. I started to unbutton my shirt when she pulled me down on the bed. And she kissed me. Not this first time, dont know what Im doing kiss, but this hard, sensual, full mouth kiss. Her lips were soft and full. A hint of alcohol on her breath. I suddenly notice I had quit breathing again.

And then hard.

I was breathing hard.

I wanted her.

I wanted to touch her, taste her, feel her. I wanted to feel my length in her mouth. I wanted to kiss her stomach and work my way to her softness. I want to feel her warmth and taste her juices. I wanted to stick my tongue in her and just tease her personal place. I wanted to feel her shake and watch her jump, back arched, as I worked my tongue in and out of her. I stood up off the bed and told her to sit up. I want you to take of my pants I said in a low whisper.

She sat up and began to undo my belt. I felt my thingy get hard and I could not remember a time when I was so aroused. She unbuttoned my pants and they feel to the floor. She slowly slid my underwear just below my knees. A whisper, a stern whisper Take me out of your mouth. She did as I told her. The feeling of her warm breath about sent he out of my mind.

The feeling was more than be aroused. It was much more than that aroused you get when you know your significant other doesnt have a headache. It was full, high, intense a feeling like your floating in the room a storm around your head.

I could take anymore.

I had to tell her to stop. Tell her to stop Tell her I put my hand on her head and gently pushed her away. I pushed hard enough to lay her back on the bed. I removed the rest of my clothes then removed her panties. Spread you legs for me, Michelle.

She said nothing. The look on her face was enough. The curves of her body were enough.

I knelt down on the bed and watched her. She lay motionless except for her breasts moving ever so slightly while she was breathing. I put my mouth on her breast and her nipple hardened. She quietly moaned as I sucked on and played with her breast. She moaned again a bit louder when I lightly bit her nipple. I kissed her breasts, her mouth, and then kissed her stomach. I had reached that place. Light swirls of pubic hair.

Her scent aroused me even more.

I placed my hands below her legs to spread her and placed my tongue on her personal place. She moved as if her were moving away.

I toyed her lips and placed my tongue inside of her. Soft and warm.

Her scent filled my nose and clouded my head. I wanted her to cum. I wanted to feel her as she shook with pleasure. I wanted to take the sheets in both hands and scream for me to stop.

She never screamed for me to stop. I sat back and watched her as she lie on my bed, motionless and out of breath. She was beautiful.

After that night, we had many conversations about how it felt and how it could have been.

I asked her if she could imagine her husband in the room with us. Yes, she said.

I wanted him there.

We talked about how this was going to happen just liked we had many times.

She wanted this to happen, but she wanted to know that her husband was ready. She spoke about how they were in their marriage and I found myself watching her mouth move. That beautiful mouth. I thought to myself I crave her.

I wanted to take her back to my place, tie her to the bed, and use her body. Would she listen? I thought to myself. Would she let me control her? When do you have some free time? I heard her say as I snapped back into reality. This week, sometime, would be good.

I said.

She smiled. I get to pick the place though. I told her.

I was early. I had already had a few drinks at another place while I was waiting for her.

The memory of her on my bed was enough to have to tell myself to relax.

I walked past the guy at the door and picked a small round table in a dark corner. I ordered a bottle of wine and sipped the glass as I waited. This was the place. The music was good.

Mark Currys Your Mine played in the background. I sat, watching faces, bodies, people. I thought the place is filling up. Hey, you started the bottle without me. Michelle sat next to me and I poured a glass. Have you been here? I asked. I found myself raising my voice as the crowd and music got loader. Ya.

The music gets better the later it gets. she said. She was wearing a tight black dress that was a good ways from her knee. LongLegs68, I thought. Yes, that what I had told her I wanted to see her in, without much detail.

But, she knew.

People were dancing, and our conversation went on. Nine Inch Nails. I want you to dance with. I told her. We got up and went to the dance floor, pushing our way through the crowd.

We danced and she touched me. I watched closely. She looked incredibly delicious. She smiled and mouthed the words I want to play you like an animal. I was ready for her. The bass beat through the floor and through my head. I felt her move against me and push my leg between hers. I want you now. She looked at me and said yes. I grabbed her hand and pushed my way back through the crowd, not quite sure which direction to go. We hit a door that opened into an alley way.

I pulled her out into the rain.

It was warm, nice. The door closed behind us as I pushed her against the wall