No Mess with a Married Woman

After I was divorced, I was quite lonely for awhile until I joined a support group. Living in a small town in a sparsely populated state meant that there were no available women. Every woman who was single was much older and all the rest were married. The first time I attended the group, I discovered that a secretary from work that had always been nice to me was in the group and had been for some time. Rather than discourage me from being honest, having a familiar face there was helpful and I opened up about being depressed and having very negative thoughts. I learned that Barbara and her husband were going through the steps to get divorced and she was also sad many times when it was her turn to share. Afterwards, Barb introduced me to some of the people, we stood around and talked a little more, then everyone went home. Over the months, I got to be friends with several people from the group including Barb. But with her, there was a mutual attraction. At first, we went out to have coffee or take a hike with other people from the group every time but then she invited me to go once and it was just the two of us. The conversation was very intimate. Then, one time Barb and I were talking at my house because she had come over out of concern for me on a holiday when I was alone. As she left and said goodbye on the steps, I told her goodbye and said, "I love you." Wow, how did that slip out? She didn't say anything but her eyes got wide. After she was gone, I realized I meant it. I invited friends in the group over for dinner at my home. Barb came over with her husband. Sitting at the table, he was next to her and I was across from Barb, the other guests all around us. As we ate, I felt a something touch my leg. I thought it was accidental so I didn't move. Then, the touch came back, and I felt toes pressing me, and the foot stayed there rubbing my leg. Barb was looking down at her plate but had a smile. It was her! No one could see under the table and she kept on rubbing up and down my leg. After they left, I masturbated thinking of what that could mean, thinking of her curvy body, her brown eyes, that naughty smile. As we talked the next time we were alone, Barb asked me if I meant what I said when I told her that I loved her. I said that I did and I asked why she was rubbing my leg. She was very blunt and said she wanted to get me excited and she asked me if that was OK. I told her I loved it. We ended up kissing, holding each other, but only for a few minutes before she had to leave. The next night, we went bowling with the people from the group. We pretended not to notice one another, sat so we weren't next to each other, and made the effort to talk with other people. However, one time when I was getting up to bowl next after her, Barb leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I love how your ass looks in your jeans when you bend over. And your balls look so big in front." I felt myself start to get hard, knowing I was being watched. When I walked back to my seat, Barbs eyes were on my groin. Thankfully, none of the other people were looking. When it was time to go, I went to the bathroom and when I came out, everyone was gone but her. She and I walked to her car in the nearly empty parking lot. She pulled me close and we kissed. She asked me to get in her car and told me she would bring me back later. We drove quickly to the outskirts of the small town and up on a hill. We started making out furiously. Barbara was an excellent kisser and soon we were both hot as firecrackers. She started rubbing my erection through my pants and I was playing with her breasts through her bra. She leaned back and opened her shirt and unclasped the front of her bra. I leaned down and sucked on her large pink nipples as she held my head and stroked my hair lovingly. She pulled my head up by my ears and kissed me deeply. We don't have time for me but I want to help you, she whispered. She had me lean my seat back a little and pried open the buttons on my jeans. I lifted my hips and Barb pushed my jeans and underwear down. My penis was so hard and she put her warm, soft hand around it and stroked, kissing me deeply. Then she leaned down and put me in her mouth and sucked gently. Barb really knew her way around a penis and had me getting more and more excited when she came back up and kissed me deeply. :You taste good but I don't like jizz in my mouth,: Barb said. "Tell me way before you need to cum." I promised her that I would let her know. She got really sloppy with her saliva as she sucked a little more and then I warned her. Barb quickly switched to holding the base of my penis very tightly, thumb pressing very tightly on my urethra as her other hand massaged the head using all that slippery saliva. Soon I slipped over the edge into orgasm but her grip at the base kept very drop of semen inside me. It was the strangest orgasm I'd ever had. She kept gently touching me until the throbbing stopped and then released my penis. "See, no mess," she whispered but then noticed a little cum oozing out. She bent down and kissed it away, licked her lips, "Not bad, actually. Maybe someday I'll have to try something new with you." I hurriedly put my pants back up as she drove me back to the bowling alley to get my car. I think because of the way she gave me the squeeze, I didn't go soft and had to masturbate when I got home, but that was easy just thinking of how warm her mouth was.