Where to I start? When her husband knelt in front of me, unsure about sucking my cock, but wanting desperately to please his wife? I should start at the start. I have been checking out a few boards for a while, posting profiles... and occassionally an interesting opportunity will present itself. Sometimes people will be abusive, or fakes - but occassionally they'll be who and what they say they are. My mind was wondering this when I read Marilyn & Paul's email. Early 40's, married, own their own business, and he lacks the energy to give her the workout she needs... To cover a little about myself. I'm in my early 30s, 5'9", a build that is best covered by "compact and muscular" - not hugely pumped, but I don't get people pushing me around. I also live in Brisbane (Australia) at the moment - reading profiles from SH makes me wish I was in England at the moment. I also have quite an active sex-drive - never quite sated. Paul's email was short. I had not been planning to pay it much mind, but opened and looked at Marilyn's photo - thin build, very attractive. Small breasts, but that wasn't a problem. He also told me how she needed more than he could give, that they were looking for somone special to form a relationship with - who could take things at a natural pace. He told that she had been wanting to explore more, that she was willing to give a lot for the right man. I emailed them back, we discussed a little about their desires and wants and, of course, mine. Quickly, we arranged a mutually convenient time to meet - a coffee over lunch that was to prove to be the best that I had. They arrived where we had agreed, and I took a moment to look at Marilyn. Tight, pert, all good, although wearing skirt and shirt suitable for their shop. Things were a bit stilted initially, but we quickly warmed up, talking a little before we realised how much time had passed. All the while, I noticed subtle glances exchanged between the two. Conversation wound down, so Paul stood up, declaring that he had to get back to work, leaving Marilyn and myself alone. "What now?" she asked, nervousness evident in her voice. "Depends... we could always... go somewhere a little more private." My cock was straining against my jeans, and all I knew was that I wanted to plunge it into her. Demurely she agreed, so we quickly went back to my place, walking mostly in silence. I had barely closed the door behind me, and led her to my futon when I put my hands to her waist. She jumped, muscles tensing. "It's alright," I whispered, "we can take this as slow as you need." "I need you right now," was her reply, her hands slipping her hands to her skirt, and it dropping to the floor. I gently picked her up into my arms, her trembling face close to my own, her lips began seeking mine. I placed her on the futon, and stripped, my cock immediately springing out proud. Likewise, she stripped, her still (at that stage) small-bushed cunt inviting. She sat up, kneeling before me, her mouth rushing to engulf my erect member. Her sucking didn't last long as she laid back, pleading with me to impale her. I gently let my fingers probe her, ensuring that she was not just wet, but dripping. Without using my hands, I positioned the tip of my penis at her vulva, ready to kiss her. As our lips met, I plunged hard, Marilyn took a large breathe in, her muscles all relaxing, pupils dilating. I thrust, tears welled in her eyes, "Please don't stop." Our passion lasted for an hour before she had to go, I'll leave the details for another time, and I'll also wait for another time to tell you how I turned her into a slut, and made her husband beg to serve me. Our relationship lasted for several months, and event went as far as my having house keys, a credit card (that I promised not too spend too much on at any one time, and didn't), and the use of their nice little MG that had been going to waste... I'd certainly love to find something like that again...