The Confessions of Saint Jon

I am married, and have been for a long time. About 10 years ago, in the middle of winter, I was sent to Minneapolis on business. I had been chatting on the Internet occasionally with a woman from there, a divorcee named Denise, who had a teenage daughter. I mentioned that I would be coming to Minneapolis, never expecting that she might be willing to meet. She agreed to have dinner with me one of the evenings that I would be stuck there in the frigid cold city. She was, of course, cautious about meeting, and arranged to meet in the lobby of my hotel, then walk to a restaurant.

I was surprised when a very pretty, long-haired brunette in a white down jacket walked up to me and introduced herself as Denise. After meeting, she relaxed a bit and we walked in the icy wind to a restaurant and had a long slow dinner, talking about many things, including her lack of sexual outlets as a divorcee and as a religious person. Ishared some of my frustration with married sex that had lost a lot of its spark.

After the meal, we made our way back to my hotel and went into the bar to have a drink and warm up before she went to find her car and go back home. When we were about through with our drinks, she smiled at me in a strange way, and asked, "Aren't you going to invite me up to your room?" By this time I was treating her as a friend, knowing that her religious scruples wouldn't allow her to "do" anything with me. I asked "Are you sure? I mean, I thought..." She laughed and looked me straight in the eyes. We can both get a little relief, and neither of us has to break the rules. I said, "Let's go."

As we got to my room and went in, she dropped her jacket and immediately began to unbutton her blouse. Smiling, she told me to turn back the covers and get ready for a little Jack and Jill. She continued to strip off her skirt, then her bra, and finally her pantyhose, until she stood before me in her flowing long hair and nothing else. "You like?" she asked, turning like a model on a runway. She WAS indeed beautiful. For a woman in her early forties, she hadretained a lithe and tight body, and sported firm and jiggly tits. She got on the bed, arranged the pillows so she could lean back comfortably against the headboard, and spread her legs, waiting for me.

I finished stripping, and climbed onto the bed next to her. "OK, remember, no touching each other. This is just Jack and Jill, OK?" Still astounded at my dumb luck, I said I understood, and sat back on the pillows beside her. My cock was semi-hard, pulsing and jerking a little between my legs, She began to run her hands all over her body, stopping to squeeze and fondle her firm tits, then up and down her belly, finally sliding her hand into her crotch and cupping her pussy. "OK, your turn," she said, looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. I stroked my chest and belly, then cupped my balls in one hand and watched as my cock filled up and stiffened nicely, poking straight up over my belly.

"Go on, do it," she chided, running her hand up and down her wet slit, and sliding one finger deep into her cunt. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it with one hand, letting the foreskin roll back and forth over the swollen head. She smiled... we both continued, me watching her fondle her lovely tits and her watching me stroking my increasingly hard cock. I wanted this to last, and I certainly didn't want to cum first, so I slowed down, and spent more time watching her. By this time she had both hands in her wet pussy, one hand going crazy doing dances on her clit, and the other hand driving 2 or 3 fingers up her cunt. Her tits bounced and jiggled and she gasped very erotically. Her eyes never left my swollen and purple cock.

She began to arch her back, fingers dancing on her sensitive clit and fucking herself with 3 other fingers. Only when I saw her belly convulse did her eyes close and she let out a little shriek, letting herself explode in the warm waves of orgasm that rolled up from the core of her sex, taking control of her naked body and tossing her all over the bed in the spasms of orgasm. Her eyes opened eventually, and she looked over at me and smiled, "I was hoping that you didn't go while I wasn't watching."

My cock was well primed, and I told her it wouldn't take long before she would get to see me. She had slumped down on the bed, and she lay languidly sprawled, one hand still playing with her pussy. She said, "Why don't you kneel next to me and let me see you shoot it all over my tits?" I didn't need to be invited to do that twice. I knelt beside her and she watched while I stroked myself to orgasm. I jerked fast and wild, feeling myself shuddering. With a groan of pleasure, I arched and saw my cock spurt thick streams of cream across her tits. Denise watched spurt after spurt splattering across her jiggling tits. When my cock stopped shooting, I slumped onto the pillows, feeling as though I was nearly fainting.

Denise worked her fingers into her wet cunt and gave herself another orgasm, her other hand smearing my cum all over her tits. We lay together for nearly an hour, just holding hands and sometimes talking a little. Finally she got up and took a shower. I put on my sweatsuit. She came out and dressed, I think we both felt a little embarassed. She still smiled, and I thanked her. "No," she said, "I thank you for a lovely evening in my massively boring life." I walked her to the parking structure and she got in the car and drove away.

I never saw Denise again. She never answered my emails. But I think we had something very special for one evening, something we both needed.