A Spark

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that John. Does she take medication?" I asked.

"You name it, she probably has a script for it. The truth is that we've been separated in everything but name and finances for years now. She's crazy, and I'm lonely. So that's it, that's my story."

"Then, I guess my next question would be whether or not you are looking for a mistress? I mean, that must be why you are here." I stated, not wanting to get the facts blurred.

"I've never done this sort of thing before. It's just that when I met you, I knew I couldn't let the opportunity pass to get to know you. I find you... very attractive." I abruptly stood up from the sofa and walked toward the kitchen. I began to busy myself with something that was on the counter when I heard John approach me from behind. I turned to face him and found myself wedged between his imposing six foot something figure and the countertop edge. "I love tall women," he said as he stroked one of the arms I braced myself on against the counter as my knees began to weaken.

"Do you know how tall my wife is?" he asked me quietly. I shook my head in the negative as my eyes grew large. "She's barely five foot two. You are everything she's not, and I don't know if I can leave you as an unknown." John gently planted a kiss on my lips and gripped my arms as he pushed his weight against me.

It became clear at that point why my door was locked when I had returned from changing my clothes. He didn't want me to have a chance to escape.

John lifted my five foot nine, thick, athletic framed body to the sofa and roughly dropped me down on my back. His kisses were forceful. It felt like he had something to give me, and whatever it was, there would be a lot of it.

There were so many kisses, in so many places, that my mind could barely keep up. John pinned me to the sofa by clasping both my wrists together with his one large hand, and holding them over my head. He proceeded to pull my shirt up to my neck with his free hand, and began to pull my bra down to uncover my large, dark nipples. As he worked each nipple from its cage, he tugged and twisted them- finishing by rolling them between his fingers. I felt overwhelmed by how quickly things were going, so I began to whisper for him to slow down. I must have said it two or three times before I began to clear my throat and squirm my body away from his kisses. As I repeated my request for him to stop for the fifth, maybe even sixth time, I felt John plunge two thick fingers inside of me. I had no warning and I let out a gasp of air.

John never slowed down. I came within two minutes. I was ashamed that my body reacted in such a way. The walls of my nether regions were sore and swollen from his digital assault as he bruised my soft lips with kisses.

Once my body had calmed from my climax, John proceeded to remove the remainder of my clothing, and led me to my bedroom.

We didn't have what would be considered "sexual intercourse". It was a mix and match of sexual acts that led into each other- but no actual sex. I didn't have any condoms, and he being the married man, didn't have any either.

We laid in my bed staring at the ceiling- for me, I stared mostly in disbelief at the things that had just happened.

"No one can find out about this." I said.

"At least not at first, right?" he replied.

"No, wait. What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I think I should run over to the drug store. That's what I mean." John had a devious smile on his face. "I also think that I'd like to spend the rest of the weekend inside of you."