Having just cum and given G her fifth orgasm of the afternoon, I was still laying on her, gently stroking my slowly deflating cock inside her sopping wet pussy. G's legs were wrapped around the back of my upper thighs and her arms were gently caressing my neck and the back of my head. We were French kissing in the post-coital comedown from our mutual orgasms. I broke the kiss and lifted my head slightly so I could gaze at her face. She had a satisfied smile on her face and a mischievous look in her eyes. I said "See, I told you it would take two hours for us to make love properly!" She nodded in agreement and replied "You were right, I never imagined that making love could last this long." We returned to our kissing and stopped only when my cock finally fell out of her. With a reluctant groan, I rolled off, looked at the clock on the wall on the wall of the room in the Japanese 'love' motel we were occupying that afternoon after work, and said it was time to go if she wanted to get home by seven to make dinner for her husband and the youngest of her three boys. We both got off the bed and, before getting dressed, she pulled me into a full body hug and gave me a short but deep kiss. Now rewind back about six months. All this happened many years ago. I was a reasonably good looking and fit guy of average height, build, and 'assets'. At that time, I was 44 years old and had just requested and been granted a transfer to the home office of our Japanese subsidiary. I was one of six staff directors immediately below the managing director. As such, I would be in the managing director's suite of offices several times a day, either with him or with his executive secretary, a married woman named G a couple of years older than me. G was an extremely nice and friendly person, quite unlike the archetypical uptight and straight-laced person normally found in her position in a company. During the course of frequent daily encounters in G's executive secretary office in my first six months there, we had developed an easy going and very friendly relationship. G was of average height with a trim body that was well rounded in all the right places, just short of being voluptuous. She was into yoga, jogging, and aerobic dancing, and had been for many years. The result was a flat tummy, professional dancers strong well toned legs, and a firm bum that looked fabulous in a straight line skirt. She had a plain, but pleasant and rather youngish face - no beauty, but very pleasing to look at, especially when she smiled. I quickly learned that a fair number of chaps working in or visiting our offices had been enamored with her, but she hadn't expressed any interest. During my whole life I have genuinely liked women for themselves rather than as sex objects, and women can sense this in a man. That is why, over the years, I have had several close but non-romantic friendships with women, mainly at work. The thought of 'hitting' on G never occurred to me given the fact that G was married, had discouraged the advances of the men who had taken an 'interest' in her, and soon after my arrival I found myself very quickly in a steady romantic relationship. We just liked each other very much. I normally ate lunch in one of the many local Japanese restaurants within a short walk from our offices. One slow morning about a month after my arrival, G mentioned to me she would like to try the local food, but none of the other secretaries wanted to accompany her and she was reluctant to go on her own because of the language difficulties. I invited her to go with me that day and we had lunch at my favorite among the nearby restaurants. We had a nice time chatting and found that we enjoyed each others company. This quickly evolved into us going out to lunch once or twice a week when work permitted. This went on for almost six months, during which time we discovered we were "simpatico" with each other, and became friends. During these lunches, we talked about a wide range of subjects. As the months passed, we gradually "opened up" to each other about some personal subjects. I told her about my then current "steady" relationship and some of its ups and downs. And she, in turn, described some husband problems, a couple of which were of a rather intimate nature. She didn't have a close female friend where we were located whom she could trust with this sort of thing, but she needed to discuss these issues with someone and decided I would be a safe choice. Over a period of several lunches, she related that she and her husband were school sweethearts and married when they were both 20 years old. At her insistence, they had not had sex before marriage, although they had indulged in almost everything else. On their wedding night, her husband turned out to be a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' man and, when he finished and rolled off leaving her totally unsatisfied, she thought to herself 'Is this all there is to the sex act?'. She told me she was so comfortable in our friendship that she was only a little embarrassed telling me this, and I assured her that her confidences would go no further, and they didn't. She further disclosed that, over time, she had gotten her husband to lengthen his performance time, but it was never very fulfilling for her. She said the other part of the problem was that his penis was relatively long but rather narrow, so his lack of girth didn't fill her the way it should have. This problem became worse after each of her three childbirths when she became laterally stretched and remained rather "loose", and her husband frequently complained that he could not feel anything when he was inside her during sex. I just listened without much comment as she mainly just needed to verbalize her frustration at their situation. I found her story interesting but, over the years, I had had enough women to know that they varied somewhat in their 'plumbing', enough so there probably was no 'normal'. She then also revealed that her husband had had several short affairs during the most recent years of their marriage, the last one ending when they transferred to Japan. During a lunch sometime shortly after her intimate revelations to me, she appeared to be deeply troubled. I enquired and, eventually, she told me she had suspicions that her husband might be having an affair with his Japanese secretary. She said she knew the signs from his previous affairs and she was starting to notice them again. She was hurt, as one would expect, but she was also angry, which was entirely out of character for this sweet and gentle woman. We discussed it a bit and she said she hoped she was wrong. Then, about two months later, we had a re-play of that previous lunchtime conversation except, this time, she said she now knew for certain he was having the affair. I could see she was extremely upset and deeply hurt. She related that he had not touched her as a woman for months, let alone had sex. Bucking up her resolve, she said to me in a very quiet voice "You know how you said a while ago that you loved giving and getting 'hugs, rubs, and kisses'? "Yes" I answered, and she continued "I haven't had that from Bill in a very long time and I need that now from a man who cares about me as a woman. Could you do that?" She paused a moment, eyes downcast, then in almost a whisper, continued "Please say yes. I can't take another rejection right now." I was a bit startled and, after the surprise wore off, I told her I would be honored to give that to her, but asked if she realized where it might lead. She said that, for the past two months since she first suspected her husband might be having an affair, she realized she needed to have some sort of physical relationship with another man to validate herself as a desirable woman, something she hadn't gotten from him in many years. I thought about her request for a minute or two, then nodded a 'yes' and asked when she wanted to get together. She said "This afternoon. I at the end of my rope. I really need reassurance I'm a worthwhile woman or I won't be able to go home and pretend everything is alright." I told her I would try to have us stay within her 'comfort zone' and go no further than she wanted. I then told her we couldn't use my flat since too many people from the office lived in my building and might see us entering or leaving, and probably the only place safe from prying eyes we would be a Japanese 'love' motel. I asked if she was sure she wanted to do this. She thought about it for a few moments, then nodded her yes. After work ended, I had her follow me to a public parking garage on the route home where she parked her car and we proceeded in mine. She had never been to a 'love' motel before so she was somewhat hesitant and nervous when we entered directly from the private one car mini-garage attached to the room. It was dimly lit and had the usual oversized Western bed, settee, overstuffed easy chair, and a low table for our clothes. She checked out the combined WC with shower and then returned to me. We removed our overcoats and shoes, and I further removed my suit jacket and tie. I gently pulled her close to me, placed her head on my chest and slowly moved my hands up and down her back, letting her get used to being in my arms. Since she was still visibly nervous, I let her set the pace. I kissed her hair and gently rubbed her back and shoulders. By this time she had moved her hands around my waist and pulled me a bit closer into her. I slowly moved my hands up and down her back, then started to gently rub her bum At this, she looked up into my face and shyly asked me to kiss her. I moved my face down and gently placed my lips on hers and gave her a lingering closed mouth kiss. After a few moments, she broke the kiss and looked at me with a strange look, as if she were debating with herself. Soon, evidently having made up her mind about something, she brought her face up to mine and resumed our kiss. She opened her mouth slightly, and ran her tongue lightly over my lips. When I also opened my mouth slightly, she pushed the tip of her tongue just inside and started a gentle French kiss. I followed her lead and soon we were into deep French kisses. Her arms had moved from my waist to my neck and she was starting to grind her hips into mine. It was obvious that we were headed into forbidden territory, but I felt no guilt since she was the one leading us down that path. By now my cock was slowly rising toward an erection and I suspected she could feel it through our clothes. Another minute or two, and she was almost 'dry humping' me with her hips. I broke the kiss and asked if she was sure she wanted us to do more than 'hugs, rubs, and kisses'. She just nodded and, without a word, went into the loo. I just remained standing there by the foot of the bed and waited. She soon returned and resumed our embrace and kisses. Running my hands up and down her back and bum, I immediately knew what she had done in the loo - she now had no bra or knickers on. When she knew I had discovered that, she looked up at me and whispered "I need you to love me. I want you inside me." At that, my cock immediately jerked to full attention. I covered her very firm breasts with my hands and slowly rubbed them through her thin blouse. She watched my hands as they soon moved to the buttons of her blouse, opened each one, pulled her blouse fully open, and resumed caressing her now naked breasts. I leaned down and kissed and sucked her nipples as I continued running my hands around the edges of her breasts, slightly squeezing them. I knew she liked what I was doing as she was making soft 'mewing' sounds. I then took her blouse off, unzipped her skirt, slid it and her knickers down her legs, and she kicked them aside. I told her not to move and quickly stripped off all my clothes and returned to her from where I dropped them on the low table. As I walked the few steps back to her, she stared at my cock as it stood out straight from my groin. When I rejoined her, she parted her legs a bit, and my cock slid neatly into her crotch as I pulled her into a full body hug. We lightly thrusted out hips into each other as we stood right next to the foot of the bed. I asked her to raise one leg and place the foot up on the bed. I pushed that leg wide open, which fully exposed her crotch, then ran my hand down her tummy into her pussy hair, then lower into her now wet slit. I ran my fingers along her slit a few times before entering her pussy with two fingers. I rummaged around inside her, found her "G" spot and massaged it. When I did this, she involuntarily jerked her hips and gave out a low moan. Holding her upright with my other arm, I started rapidly moving my fingers in and out, making sure I rubbed her "G" spot each time. She was now jerking her hips against my hand in time with the inward thrusts of my fingers. Soon I could tell she was quickly rising to a climax and increased the speed of my hand. She went over the edge a few seconds later and almost screamed out her orgasm as she involuntarily rammed her pussy down onto my thrusting hand and squeezed her legs together. I continued moving my fingers into her, but at a decelerating pace as she came down from her climax. When she finally finished, I withdrew my fingers and gave her a deep French kiss, then I gently pushed her onto the bed and climbed up next to her. We rested for a time, cuddling into each other, kissing almost constantly a she made low satiated sounds. Her sweet womanly odor was wafting into my nostrils from where she was rubbing her pussy on my leg as well as from the fingers I had used to make her cum. I looked lustfully into her eyes and said "Your pussy smells so good, I want to taste it." With that I gently pushed her onto her back, opened her legs wide, and moved between them and onto my stomach. I brought my face to her crotch and nuzzled her open pussy with my nose, deeply inhaling her sweet exotic odor. There is nothing so exhilarating as the odor of aroused pussy. I slipped my tongue inside her, then up and down her slit a few times, before settling on her clit. I flicked it up and down and side to side as I felt her start to rotate her hips. I continued as she started to build to another climax. I continued to 'eat' her and when I thought she was very close, I put my lips around her clit and sucked it very hard at the same time flicking it with my tongue. That did it. She came with loud gasps of breath and violent hip shudders. I very gently massaged her clit as she came down until she finally pulled my head up because she couldn't take any more stimulation. I moved back up next to her with our legs entwined and we cuddling into each other. She finally said "Bill hasn't made me cum in so long I almost forgot what it feels like when a man does that to me." I asked her if it felt okay and she replied "Oh, yeah! You can do that to me anytime you want!" After a while she said "Don't you need to cum?" I told her this was her day to do whatever she needed and I could cum later on. She said she would like some more loving, and could she get on top. I immediately rolled onto my back. She went down on my semi-erect cock with her mouth to get it up fully and did it very nicely, evidently well experienced by doing it to her husband when he couldn’t come in her from lack of sufficient feeling while he was inside her. Having gotten me fully hard, she straddled my hips and lowered herself slowly down onto my cock, which easily slid up her as far as it could go. She wiggled her hips to get her position just right and started to ride me fully upright. I thoroughly enjoyed looking up at her as she fucked me, her firm breasts swaying in time with her hip movements and her eyes closed as she concentrated on building her climax. Other than pushing my hips upward in time with her downward thrusts and caressing her breasts her nipples, I was just 'along for the ride'. Her movements soon became more vigorous and I found myself getting into it. I soon turned from an onlooker to an active participant as I felt my own lust rising, and I started to push up into her in time with her downward thrusts. Her hip movements soon became fast enough that she had to lean forward and places both hands on my shoulders for support, holding herself upright on stiff arms. She shifted into high speed as she got closer to her finish. By this time I was also rapidly thrusting into her. As my own climax approached, she was going fast enough that it felt like she was going to suck my cum right out of my cock. She came first with violent hip movements, a shout or two, then loud moaning as she tried to make it last as long as possible. Somewhere along the way, her cunt really did suck my cum out of me and I climaxed with a roar. Her upper body collapsed forward into my chest and we both gasped deep breaths of air as we came down. When finished, she made no attempt to move off me. I didn't mind as her body felt good laying on me, and I just enfolded her in my arms and we both must have dozed off for a few minutes. She awoke first and kissed me into consciousness, saying "That was awesome. Thank you for letting me use you like that!" I replied "No problem! Happy to help out a lady in need." She giggled and retorted "How chivalrous of you, however, I noticed you got your own cum out of it!" Again we rested and cuddled entwined in each other. I love doing that post-coital with a woman since it involves a lot of 'hugs, rubs, and kisses'. G felt so good in my arms when we did that, and I enthusiastically thanked her for going it with me. I felt a bit sad for her when she responded by saying that her husband didn't much like doing that with her, even in the beginning of their marriage. I thought to myself 'how sexually deprived she had been through over 25 years of marriage'. After resting a while, G asked if we could do .doggie' since she liked that with Bill and wanted to see how it was with me. We got into position and I wound up helping her to her fourth orgasm, which was as powerful as the others she had that day. I deliberately held off my own climax until she had hers, then pulled her hips into mine and violently pounded into her as I drove to my own climax, selfishly using her body for my own pleasure, and shouted my own orgasm. Later on, she told me she had a mini-climax during that, but I didn't notice as I was so intensely concentrating on my own release. After that, we were both pretty much 'fucked out', and we again cuddled closely entwined in each other. After a while, she rolled onto her back and said "Get between my legs and lay on me. I love feeling a man between my legs and up me. I want that right now. Just stroke me slowly. And it doesn't matter if I don’t' come." I eagerly complied and we were soon slowly fucking as she wanted. This went on for quite a while but, eventually, my stroking and her responsive movements had the inevitable consequences, and we both ended up cuming, she for the fifth time. This brings us back to the first two paragraphs at the beginning of this story. We continued our lunches out during the work week for the next 18 months until her husband finished his 5-year assignment in Japan and they returned home. We also averaged visits to the Japanese 'love' motel after work about once a week. And, when her husband had out of area conferences to attend, we would also 'enjoy' each other during whatever weekend days he was absent. She was a fabulous lover in bed, so much so that I would rate her at or near the top of my list of partners. I still think fondly of her with a smile on my face. N.B. If you liked this story, a positive comment, no matter how short, would be greatly appreciated. This is the fourth in a series of personal memoirs about significant romances I have experienced during my life up to this point. The first three were published in SH on 12, 16, & 26 August and you can find them on those SH pages with author "sunnycat1", or by searching in SH for "sunnycat1" in the "Fact" genre.