Thus began a torrid, two-year affair that nearly consumed us both. We were soon fucking every day and occasionally twice a day. About half the time we were hooking up on Saturdays to tear off yet another one. Figuring out a place was a serious issue, as there were always people around the bus lot and shop, so we had to get pretty creative, and nearly got busted numerous times. For all I know we did get seen once in a while, but were so into it we never noticed. We got screwing in the back of a school bus refined to an art. After a brief warm-up she'd climb into a back seat on her knees and I'd bone her standing in the narrow isle. The harder I fucked her the better she liked it. I'd pound her so hard I was nearly hurting myself, with her exhorting me to fuck her all the harder. More than once I stopped and felt the whole bus rocking side to side so much it was squeaking the suspension.
She was sexually insatiable. No matter how hard or how often I fucked her she was always up for another romp, even and hour or so later. I'm certain I creamed her more times in that two years than I had my wife in the previous fifteen. There was nothing she didn't like either. For a change of pace I'd have her suck me off, pull out of her mouth at the last second and hose cum all over her face. As I was cumming she'd tell me I'd better get it all on her face too. We met down the road at a public park pretty frequently. One day I dared her to show up the next day wearing nothing but a coat. I remember that next day was chilly and rainy, but as I pulled into the parking lot she jumped out of her car, whipped her coat open, that lean body completely naked, mincing her thighs back and forth. She got fucked real good that day.
Once in a while we'd steal away for an afternoon, rent a motel room and just wear each other out. Next day I'd be going around sort of bowlegged nursing a tender cock and she'd just laugh, teasing me about how thoroughly she'd out fucked me. I remember thinking at the time that had we been married, she'd have made the perfect gang-bang sl*t-wife, but I was too much in love with her to contemplate that for more than a second.
I once had an employee who described falling in love as "getting stupid." A fairly accurate description when you think about it. Being in a state of extreme emotional and sexual starvation when I met the redhead, it took me about 1.7 fucks to get deeply stupid over her. She could feel those vibes, and even though she was in a place she'd been before, it caused her to go off the edge too. So we were a pretty pathetic pair, fucking every day like it was our very last fuck on earth, after which she'd say glumly, "well....gotta go home and face the music, I guess." I'll spare you all the gory details of that drama, but we both eventually got busted by our respective spouses, which only slowed us down for about a month each time.
All good things must eventually come to an end, and so did with me and the redhead, for a variety of reasons. This all happened 20 years ago, but I still luxuriate in the memories from time to time. She was the finest fuck I ever had, the gold standard by which every other woman I've ever been with is measured. I ended up getting divorced. Somehow, she stayed married.
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