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I am a married professional woman whose career requires a great deal of traveling. Although I enjoy sex with my husband, I use these trips as an opportunity to have sex with other women. I never have had sex with professed lesbians. Oddly enough, I have amazing success in seducing other married women. The thought of a straight woman sucking on my cunt sends chills up my spine.

I am successful with women because I have a terrific body. I love taking care of myself and it shows; I appeal to either sex. Last fall I attended a convention in Kansas City. Across from my hotel was a large park, perfect for a long run after a hard day. At the end of the second day of meetings I invited a cute, long legged redhead back to my hotel to go for a run then out to dinner. Earlier in the day, she had asked me how I stayed so fit. I had noticed her frequent glances at my breasts, which looked enticing in the thin, delicately designed bra that showed through my sheer, high-collared blouse. She attracted me immediately. Her skin was a pale cream color, with no freckles. She wore her deep auburn hair in a long French braid that highlighted her skin and made her look ultrafeminine. She was a classic! I wanted her more than anyone before!

Her hotel was nearby and I went with her to her room to grabher running gear plus an outfir for later. While she assembled her cosmetics and outfit, I volunteered to select her dinner outfit, selecting a sensual jersey dress. We took my rental car to my hotel and began to change our clothes. Married 6 years, she was younger than me and a natural beauty. She genuinely admired my body, which I took great pains to show off. Leaving my breasts exposed while I tied my shorts, I offered the bait and watched her eyes in the wall for assistance. Her face seemed to flush, but she continued to stare at my breasts as she slid the straps over my outstretched arms then over my shoulders. Offering no assistance, I turned, placing both hands behind my head, which forced her to reach around me to cup the material snugly around my firm breasts. She was obviously affected by touching them because I could feel her fingers tremble as they hookd the clasp. I resisted doing anything overt and appeared to be uninterested for the rest of the time she spent dressing. While we ran, we talked about each of our marriages, and she mentioned the adverse effects of childbirth on her body. Lamenting the slight loss of firmness in her breasts from nursing, she was delighted to find that I could teach her exercises so she could regain her form. But one positive change, she happily related, was the extreme sensitivity of her nipples since her pregnancy. Simply massaging them, she said, caused her to melt and lose all self-control. After our intimate talk, we returned to the hotel room with a warm feeling of closeness for each other.

Originally, I had planned to start something after dinner, but our conversation emboldened me. I ordered a magnum of champagne from room service. Two glasses later, she began to slur her speech. Filling her glass I offered to go through my chest excercises, a suggestion that she welcomed. Again I had her assist me. She pulled my wet tank top over my head and unhooked my bra. Involuntarily, she responded to my slight complaint about its heavy straps by massaging the heavy marks on my back. Mellowed by the champagne I let her hands work on me for several minutes as I sat with my back to her, facing the mirror on the dressing table. Telling her how good it felt, I slowly turned around to let her fingers follow the strap marks down the roundness of my chest toward my two rising mounds. Feeling that her modesty might break the mood if I allowed her to continue, I said "My turn." And then I raised a toast to her gentle fingers and told her to down the rest of her glass with me. I mumbled that I needed to remove the rest of my wet clothes and quickly slid my shorts and panties down my legs.

I sat beautiful Peggy on the bed, knelt behind her, and pulled her top over her head. We were both facing the mirror so I could watch the expression on her face. Leaving her bra snapped I slid the straps down past her shoulders. The elastic was so tight it caused the material to pull hard on the tender skin of her areolas, which made her shudder as I slipped the bra to her waist. I began to rub the strap marks on her back, my gaze staying trans- fixed on her breasts. At least a full C cup, they drooped only slightly. Her enormous, wide areolas almost covered each breast with thick nipples that were already erect. I told her how lovely they were as I massaged her shoulders. Her gaze didn't leave my breasts, however, and I gently pulled her back against me as I followed the swelling at the top of her chest.

Slowly I described the effects exercise would have on her breasts, and I illustrated this point by brazenly cupping her two warm globes and squeezing them upward. "They will point like this," I said, pinching her nipples between my fingers and lifting them up so that the weight of each mound was suspended under her sensitive thimble-sized nipples. I continued to speak of pectoral development and Nautilus machines but I never let go of her nipples. The effect was greater than I ever dreamed. Her nipples stretched by her heavy breasts caused her eyelids to flutter.

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I pulled each breast gently in opposite directions, toward her arms. I fought to stay in control and patiently milked each breast wit heach hand, which only enlarged her nipples more. The flush of physical excitement began to spread across her cream-colored skin. Peg feebly tried to stop me. "Madeline, I dont know if I ..." My hands never stopped kneading her warm flesh. "Don't, Madeline. I can't control myself," she said. But I was determined to make her say more.

She tried to push me away but her hands faltered as if they lacked the will to do so. "Peg," I whispered into her damp, red hair. "What do you like your husband to do with your breasts?" "He hurts my nipples," she replied in a dreamy far-off voice. "Like this," I said, as I pinched the hard flesh between my red fingernails. She didn't have to speak, her body told me the answer as she writhed against me, mashing my own breasts into her back and raking her nails across the bedspread. "Madeline, please..." she moaned. "Tell me, Peg," I said forcefully. "Does it feel good?" I pinched even harder. "Yes," she managed to mumble. "But please, no, I can't." She was giving in and we both knew it. "Does it make you wet when I pinch your nipples?" I asked. "Yes," she said. Her fingernails were now searing the skin on my thighs. "Tell me you don't want me to stop. Tell me you want me to suck you, like your husband." "No," she said. I insisted by dragging my fingernails sharply across both her nipples. "Tell me," I demanded. "Oh, yes... oh,oh,yes... I want it." she moaned.

I pulled her back on the bed and lowered my mouth to her nipple. My own straining breasts now dangled only inches from her beautiful face. I sucked with abandon, nearly out of control with the idea that I was fooling around with another man's wife. With my head still facing her feet, I forced my body against hers to keep her squirming body from moving and felt her mouth, wet and warm, encircle my breast. The harder I kneaded and bit at her nipples, the harder she devoured my tits and raked my back with her nails. Her breathing was ragged and she moaned with passion. She was totally out of control. Her running shorts were soaked in the crotch, and she squeezed her legs together to rub her clit. She was no longer able to resist me-even if she wanted to.

Pushing myself away from her chest, I slid my hand under her shorts and cupped the slick wet fur of her crotch. My middle finger found her lips. Sliding between those swollen guardians that seemed to float in hot oil, my finger plunged deeply into the depths of her vagina. New spasms contorted her body. Sliding my knees over her arms, I pinned them outward and positioned my cunt over her wild eyed face. "Suck my cunt, Peg," I hissed, lowering my hips. She twisted her head to avoid them, but I ground my sweet wetness against her cheek, circling her face with the feminine smell of my sex, until at last I found her mouth and heard her moan as her tongue accepted my dominance and plunged deep into my vagina. I was so excited I came immediately. I wanted to taste her at the same time,. I tore her shorts to the side, pulled her lips wide, and replaced my wet finger with my tongue. The added excitement of smelling her unwashed scent and the taste of her juices sent me through wave after wave of orgasm. "Peg...oh,sweet, sweet Peg," I moaned over and over.

Placing her clitoris between my lips, I caressed it with my tongue until she came, grinding her sweet auburn pubic hair against my face. We lay like this, clutching each others most intimate parts, until I recovered. I brought Peg's body against mine till we fell asleep.

I have never experienced anything as powerful as the week long period I spent in Kansas with Peg. I wanted her; I took her, but I also fell in love with her.