Extra-marital bliss

Not even a minute after I heard Tom shut the door, I felt his hands around my waist. Soon I could feel his lips on my neck.

"I've wanted you since I first saw you," he said, his hands moving to unzip my jacket.

"Oh really?"

"Yes," he said as he pulled my jacket off. "I was so hot for you I needed Jeri to take the edge off." His hands were edging under my sweater, touching my skin.

The idea that I got such a hunk all hot and bothered, especially one with a wife like Jeri at home, made me feel so sexy. I turned around and pushed him against the door, kissing him hard. Our lips and tongues mashed against each other in a lustful dance. I hadn't been this turned on in years. I quickly removed Tom's own jacket, but couldn't resist bringing a hand down to palm his erection.

"Damn," I said with a combination of awe and triumph. "I did that, eh?"

"You certainly did, Lisa."

"I should probably do something about that. Follow me. The bedroom's upstairs."

"Lead the way," Tom said.

As I led him up the stairs I could feel his eyes practically burning into my ass. When compared to my modest breasts, I considered my ass to be my best physical feature. No sooner did I reach about halfway up the stairs that I felt Tom's hand on my butt.

"Stop." Tom's voice was soft, but firm.

I did stop, eager to see what he had in mind. I then felt him begin to undo my pants.