Blueberry Muffins, and More

"Harley, that was amazing. I've never had sex like that in my entire life."

"Well, honestly, I'm not sure I have either. You made me feel like a teenager again. I totally lost myself in the moment." She smiled at me and then allowed me to move off of her and to lie beside her. I didn't want to rush her in any way and was fine with just being there.

We spent almost an hour in the bed, talking about various things, getting to know more of each other's personal lives and thoughts. She wasn't ashamed of her body and whatever modesty she had she kept suppressed, allowing me to enjoy the beauty of her body as we chatted. The warmth of the fireplace wasn't great enough to ward off all the autumn chill from the bedroom though, and little by little she had to cover herself for warmth.

"Do you mind if I take a shower before dressing?"

"No, I don't mind a bit. You can do anything here you want. I'll show you where the towels and things are." I didn't bother to dress or cover as I showed her the linen closet, and was pleasantly surprised when I turned around to see her sitting on the toilet, still nude also.

"Sorry, I just had to pee."

"No problem. Take your time in here and I'll make us something to eat."

I grabbed some sweats, stoked up the fire in the fireplace, and headed to the kitchen. It was a little early for lunch but I pulled some fresh fruit I'd cut up the day before and set it out, put a pot of tomato soup on the stove to warm and started on some grilled cheese sandwiches. Just as the sandwiches were about done I turned around to see Deborah standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was showered and dressed, and had huge tears running down her cheeks.

"What's wrong, Deborah? You OK?"

"No, I'm not. I can't see you again, not like this anyway." I didn't say anything but took the sandwiches off the grill and then went to hug her.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"You. You're what's wrong. You know how I told you this was purely for sexual release, only? Yeah, well I guess I didn't expect the experience to be so powerful. My gosh, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life and I've got to think it would only get better." She paused. I had mixed feelings inside. True, the sex was among the best I'd ever had, too, and with more time and foreplay, different positions and activities, it would undoubtedly only get better. I also knew it must be tough on her inside since she still loved her husband and her children.

"Tell you what. Come and sit, have lunch with me, no pressure. There's no reason to allow anything to ruin our friendship." She tried a smile that didn't work too well, but did drift towards the table.

We spent the better part of an hour eating a leisurely lunch and talking about all sorts of stuff. Deborah danced around the matter of our encounter for a while but then opened up the topic again.

"Harley, I will never in my life forget the feeling of having sex with you. It truly was amazing. Fast, but amazing. I know I proposed the matter but I'm not sure I can continue without becoming involved, and I can't do that to my husband or children. I hope you understand."

"I do understand, and I wouldn't want to be a problem for you."

We finished our lunch and while she kissed me on the cheek she managed to grab my dick through the sweatpants, smiled, then was out the door.

That was a few months ago and though we've seen each other around town now and then there's been nothing more than a nod of the head or wave of a hand. Until today, that is. I got a note through the regular mail today that said I'd be having warm blueberry muffins on Thursday morning.