I wanted to chat with her on WhatsApp but being married myself had a fear of being caught. So I purchased a new phone and a number which I kept in my ...office, just to chat with her.She was a lady who was very hard to get, and that increased my curiosity about her. Every night even when I was with my wife, my mind could never stop thinking about her. I always thought about finding ways to come closer to her. It took me a whole year to convince her to meet me again.By this time my feelings for her. “Oh, Connie. I didn’t know. You’re too good to be called a whore. I think you are just doing what you have too to get along. That’s not ‘bad’.”She put her arms around me and one hand dropped down to my crotch and began fondling my cock. I kissed her and we went horizontal again. This time I was as gentle and loving as I could be, in spite of images of her being gangbanged that went through my mind. Her climax brought real tears this time and she held me close.I left her sleeping and went to do. She was always so wet and I never had trouble sliding into her especially with all the spit coating my cock. I started out nice and slow wanted to feel everything inside her while she was grinding her hips with my rhythm. We were both without a doubt enjoying ourselves like we normally did but something was different this time. It’s as if having no light or sound from the tv or stereo and having only the moonlight shining in on us somehow made it more intimate. I could hear the sound of her. . "Matt was breathing hard as his little dick started pushing against thethong. The thong just sealed itself against Matts skin tightly confininghis dick against his body. The penis struggled a little as it was wascontinuously being sensually massaged. Matt just laid his head back onthe couch and enjoyed the ride. He could feel himself on the edge oforgasm as the thong began to slow down."What? no don't stop I was almost there."He could feel his dick start to calm down suddenly so reached down.