Women you KNEW you'd never have...until you did!

[mythryl1969]

When I first joined this site several years ago I told this story. Somehow it vanished. Later I answered another thread (https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=170033) and posted another 'earlier' story about the same woman, and in that thread I mentioned that I might get around to re-telling that story....but I never did. Until today!

Many years ago in my sophmore year of college, I met a guy who would very quickly become my best friend. We just hit it off right away - similar interests, sense of humor, you name it. We even worked at the same job. He was a first generation Cuban American; his parents had escaped from Cuba and come here to the United States, where he was born. I'll give him the fictitious name 'Esteban'.

At the time Esteban was in a serious dating relationship with a Cuban girl (fictitious name Carmen) with a very similar background story (parents escaped, she was born here). Esteban's 'how we met' story was VERY interesting and reminds me of the kind of stories we keep seeing in the news these days - Carmen was, I kid you not, a teacher in his school teaching her first year during what was his senior year...of high school. She didn't have him directly in her class, but he would see her around school quite often. She was THE talk of the school amongst all the boys, though; she was hot AND she was very close to their age since this was a private school and they needed teachers so badly they accepted college students who did not yet have their credentials. The age difference between them was small (he 17 at first, she 20) and ripe for...interesting developments.

Which is exactly what happened: The school sponsored an overnight camping field trip; he went, she went as a chaperone...they got to talking about their common heritage...and with that spark within a few weeks and right after his 18th birthday they were sleeping together, while he was still in school where she was teaching.

Fast forward a couple of years, and we're where I began the story: Sophmore year of college. I didn't meet her for several months - just the logistics of the thing; but eventually I finally met her, and she was even more gorgeous than my friend had even been able to describe. She was petite (perhaps 5'1") and weighed maybe 90 or 100 lbs, which is absolutely my personal ideal. Dark curly hair, pale white skin, 'A' cup breasts (not flat, just small...again perfect). Super smart, highly educated. Smelled great, SOUNDED great. I had a moment where I felt totally disoriented...and then I got my s**t together, reminded myself that this was my BEST friend's girlfriend, and put on the 'platonic' persona that such a situation called for.

Which I kept, without fail and without deviation, for several years thereafter. I never took any opportunity to treat Carmen as anything other than a friend. I never crossed the line; I never even allowed myself to consider anything inappropriate. I did everything a good friend should do, supported them through the rough times, and even spoke at their wedding. Until one day, very shortly after that wedding, Esteban called me in a moment of desperation...and the details of THAT story are in the link above.

From THAT moment on...I simply could not get Carmen out of my head, and yet I *knew* I would never, ever, EVER be with her. I had irreparably broken the barrier in my head that kept me of thinking of her 'that' way, and yet she was still the wife of my best friend...and so that was that.

At about the same time they got married, I had got into a serious relationship myself with another woman (who was gorgeous, but crazy, and who at that time would be best described as my future ex wife). Esteban, who at the time shared an apartment with me, moved out when he returned from his honeymoon with Carmen and together they moved into their new home.

But all was not well within their home. Esteban, it turns out (though I did not know it at the time since I never saw that side of him) had quite the anger management problem and was apparently abusing Carmen. She, for her part, was prone to making impulsive relationship decisions (which you might recall led to their getting together in the first place) and after a year of living with an abusive husband Carmen started seeking solace from some guy she was working with at her College. One night Esteban came home from work unexpectedly early...to find Carmen had set the table for a romantic dinner...except since Esteban was not expected home, for whom might this effort be? To make a long story short, that incident marked the end of their marriage.

Now, I can imagine you reading this (if you're still here after all this time!) thinking, THIS must be where Mythryl finally slept with Carmen! Alas...while that would perhaps be good fiction, it was not to be. Recall: Carmen is having a mystery dinner with some other guy, and for my part my own ill-fated marriage to my future ex-wife (who I at this point lived with) was still in the (near) future. No opportunities for a hook-up to be had; despite the fact that I could never again banish the image of Carmen's naked body from my mind, I was still 'too nice' to try and move in on my best friend's now ex-wife, to say nothing of cheating on my own girlfriend.

More to come...

[mythryl1969]

Soon after the explosive ending of Carmen and Esteban's marriage, my future ex wife and I had a conversation and she agreed that we should offer Esteban refuge. (Again, we didn't know how big of a prick he was to Carmen at the time.) So my GF and I moved into a larger apartment in the same complex, and invited Esteban to take one of the other bedrooms. I even helped him move out of his home with Carmen, which was VERY awkward...it was here where I got my first glimpse of exactly how poorly Esteban handled his anger. By this point in time both Carmen and Esteban were my friends and had been for several years...but Esteban was so outraged by the betrayal by Carmen that he couldn't stop making things absolutely miserable while we carried all of his stuff out of the house, and he fully expected me to do the same. Which I didn't...which foreshadowed a far more serious confrontation to come...but at the time he was so focused on being angry with Carmen that I guess he didn't have any left to dump on me.

Esteban lived with my GF and I for just over a year; during that time my GF and I became engaged. To make matters even more complicated, my GF was ALSO good friends with Carmen, and the two of them would hang out from time to time (but without me, because I did not want to undercut my loyalty to my friend Esteban). Eventually my GF and I married and we moved out into our own apartment, while Esteban remained in the apartment he had shared with us with a relative that moved in to help him with the rent.

It was in this uneasy state of affairs that my friendship with Esteban came to a shockingly abrupt end. One evening my (now wife's) brother and I went over to the old apartment to pick up some things I had left behind. Esteban was there with a new girlfriend and he had been drinking. As my brother in law and I gathered my belongings, Esteban cornered me and declared that it was time for me to order my wife to stop hanging out with Carmen because, amongst other things, Esteban was sure that eventually Carmen would somehow turn me away from him and on to 'her' side. Now, keep in mind...despite how hot Carmen was and how much I fantasized about her, it was Esteban's side that I had taken in this whole mess. I did not know why Carmen had given up on him - all I knew is that she had abandoned her marriage to him in what seemed the worst way possible; I had since that moment stood steadfastly by Esteban, even to the point of living with him alongside my GF for a year in order to help him get back on his feet. So I told him that his fears were unfounded, and that in any event I could not order my wife not to be friends with whomever she chose. It was at this moment that Esteban suddenly flew into a rage, told me that I had betrayed him, compared me to Fidel Castro betraying the Cuban people (which, if you know anything about Cuban expatriates, is a HUGE insult), declared me 'dead to him' and told me to get out of his life and never return. Lest you, the reader, think him fickle, know this: From that day forward he never again knowingly spoke to me. Every time I tried to reach out to him - even years later - he refused to even acknowledge me.

That ended up being the close of this chapter of the story. Carmen and my wife continued to be friends, but only casually; and within a year of that night, my wife and I moved hundreds of miles away for family reasons, and all contact with Carmen dwindled away to nothing.

[mythryl1969]

Where we left off, my wife and I had moved to another part of the state. During our seventh year of marriage, it all finally came apart and we divorced.

Within a year of our separation, I had done what many divorcees do; I lost a ton of weight (both diet AND exercise) and was in the best shape of my life. As the weight came off and I became physically fit, I decided to pursue a dream of mine and started applying to become a Police Officer. I was dating on and off, but nothing serious. As part of becoming a Police Officer, you have to fill out paperwork for a very extensive background check; this included everyone I dated, was related to, lived with, or knew in any way more than casually for the prior 10 years. This of course included Esteban and Carmen...

Now, I no longer had contact with either; in fact I didn't even really know HOW to contact them. But I put down everything I could honestly remember, and as luck would have it my background investigator was VERY good at his job and tracked down Carmen to interview her about me.

From there, Carmen did a little detective work of her own; she knew from my background investigator where I now worked and tracked down a current phone number for me. Suddenly, six years after I had last seen her, I got a phone call out of the dark from Carmen.

Our first conversation was mostly 'oh my gosh' and catch-up. She was surprised that I was divorced; she had not married 'that guy', but HAD married some other guy she met soon after. More conversations followed, and they got increasingly deeper, going into the history of her relationship with Esteban (where I finally learned why she had given up on their relationship). She told me she was unhappy in her second marriage as well; that she had jumped into it too quickly. And then, suddenly, she was reminded of that story from the link in the first post, and asked me if I remembered 'those' pictures. Which, of course, I did...and then she told me that as embarrassed as she had been, she had also been a little turned on...and then she asked me: "Did you ever think about...what if, um, we..." I knew exactly where she was going with that, and before she could finish the sentence I jumped in with an emphatic 'YES.' Which caught her attention - she said, 'You didn't even have to think about that at ALL, did you?' To which I answered, bluntly and truthfully, 'Nope. Not even a little bit!'.

From that point forward, our conversations took a DECIDED turn towards the erotic. Eventually I even had my first 'phone sex' encounter with her, where we both masturbated to completion while on the phone with each other. But every time we talked about the possibility of meeting up in person, some obstacle would arise to prevent it. Carmen still lived with her husband, although their marriage was on the rocks and she was planning her way out.
So one day, I resolved to break through all the difficulties and just...go to her, and see what might happen. So I went out and booked an airline flight, and a hotel nearby, and resolved to surprise her so that she wouldn't have a chance to talk us both out of it. I felt like my heart was in my throat day after day, until finally the day came that I boarded that flight...

[mythryl1969]

By the time the plane landed, I was on a near constant adrenaline high. I rented a car and drove from the airport straight to Carmen's home; it was the same home that she had lived in with Esteban (she got it in the divorce). When I was almost there I called her; she answered and I began small talk with her, all the while getting closer to her. Eventually I got to her house, and parked outside still taking to her while I gathered the courage for the next step.

Finally I got out and approached her door, still talking to her. Right as I reached her door, I was saying something like, 'So, do you think we're ever going to meet up?'...and then I knocked on her door. 'Oh, wait' she said, 'There's someone at my door.' 'Are you expecting anyone?' I said; 'No', she answered....and then she paused...and then she said 'Is...is it you? Are you here?' 'Open the door and see', I said. I could hear her gasp...and then she started breathing hard, and finally she said 'No....no I can't..I can't have you come in here, I did that once and I can't do that again.' My heart was about to break, but just when I started to think that she was about to back away from everything she said, 'Do you remember where the Carl's Jr. is right up the street?' 'Yes, of course', I said; and she told me to go there, and she would change and meet me there in no more than ten minutes.

I know what you're thinking - Carl's Jr, right? Not at all romantic...but it wasn't about food, it was just about a place to meet that was close that we both knew, and within ten minutes sure enough she showed up. When she walked in it was just like meeting her for the first time all over again. She was as gorgeous as she had ever been, maybe even more so. She walked in, chewing her lip in a nervous and wistful way, looked around the restaraunt and saw me, and suddenly she had a smile that was both huge and shy at the same time. She walked quickly over to me and sat down on the same side of the table as me. 'My god', she said, 'You are even MORE good looking than I remember! Just as tall...but you're more than I expected!' I just chuckled a little; I knew I was in great shape, and I was wearing some really great clothes as well, but it was still amazing to have an incredibly gorgeous creature like Carmen saying something like that to me. Of course, I couldn't let that pass unanswered, and I let her know how incredible SHE looked as well. And then she cut right to the chase: 'Before we say anything else, I think it's time we had our first kiss. Get over here!' And I leaned in, looking into her incredible eyes, and then our lips touched for the first time. She smelled incredible...her lips were soft and she tasted sweet...and then as we kissed her mouth became firmer, her movement more urgent, and her tongue darted in to touch mine several times before the kiss finally broke. We leaned back from each other, still gazing into each other's eyes, and I think we could see the promise of so much more waiting for each other...

[mythryl1969]

Very quickly we both decided that 'Carl's Jr.' was no place for us to explore what the future might hold for us. We got up and left in my car and drove to a nearby mall, talking with each other and enjoying each other's company. I could tell, though, that she was torn about what we were doing. She was, after all, still married. Jerk though he was, she was not yet fully committed to the idea of leaving him. We had dinner at a great place I remembered; then we went to a mall and I just followed her around in a hormonal stupor while she shopped, probably in a stupor of her own. Finally we made plans that I would go and surprise her mother (who I had been very close to), and that I would pretend to have just been in town and have dropped by to see her; then I would suggest she invite Carmen over and we would all 'visit'. This plan, at the time, included Carmen bringing her then-husband along. Saying it like that sounds crazy, but somehow I wasn't worried - with all the buildup over the phone, and after our passionate kiss, and knowing how on-the-rocks their marriage was, I just wasn't at all concerned with this guy being any serious kind of obstacle at the time. It also didn't hurt that as we planned all of this out sitting in the SUV I had rented, I leaned the driver's seat I was sitting in all the way back at one point while we talked so I could rest (I had just come off a graveyard shift the day before and was exhausted)...and the second I did Carmen gasped, and said 'DON'T do that! Don't lay back like that....I can't take it!'. So I sat up...but it was as clear as clear gets that Carmen wanted me every bit as bad as I wanted her.

So I dropped her off back at her car, and made my way over to Carmen's mother's house. Who was, as I expected, totally shocked to see me after so many years, and invited me right in. Without my even saying a word, the first thing she did was call up Carmen. 'You'll never guess who is here!', she said. 'You have to come over right away!'. As soon as she hung up, Carmen's mother assured me that Carmen would be over as soon as possible. For the next 30 minutes I had a truly pleasant visit with Carmen's mother (who I did, as it happens, care for deeply and whose company I always enjoyed). Finally the front door opened and in walked Carmen....alone

As the three of us talked, Carmen's mother asked where Carmen's husband was, and she told her mother that he wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it. But then in a moment when her mother was out of the room, Carmen told me that her husband had been 'very suspicious' about my having shown up out of nowhere (despite never having heard of me before that day...told you he was a jerk) and refused to go with her to meet me....whereupon Carmen had simply left and come on her own. Carmen's mother came back into the room, and the three of us chatted some more; her mother asked me where I was staying and I told her of the hotel in town I had booked. She suggested I could stay at her place, but I said I had already dropped all my stuff at the hotel and didn't want to impose anyway. Then she thought of something she wanted to give me and got up to go get it....at which point Carmen leaned in to me and said, 'Give me the address of your hotel. I'm coming to see you tonight!'.

The rest of the visit passed in a blur; I honestly can't remember anything more up to the point that I drove back to my hotel. Maybe twenty minutes after I got there, Carmen called me and told me she was in the parking lot, so I walked out to meet her and show her where my room was. She held my hand all the way back to the room. I opened the door, let her walk in first, and followed her in, closing the door behind me.

I'm sure we said a few words to each other, but whatever they were was lost in what followed. Still exhausted, I sat down on the edge of the bed. Immediately Carmen moved over and stood in front of me; she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on to the bed, practically riding me down as I went back. She leaned forward, her long curly hair falling around both of our faces, and locked her lips onto mine. We kissed deeply; she moaned and pushed herself against me. I reached up and put my hands into her hair for the first time; it was coarse, as curly hair tends to be, and felt amazing as it slid through my fingers. At my touch she began to move more urgently, guiding me to slide farther back until both of us were fully on the bed and away from the edge. As my hands began to explore her body, she seemed strangely shy of herself; only later did I learn that she thought that I would not find her slim body attractive (a fact which by then I had conclusively demonstrated exactly how completely I enjoyed her). She pulled my shirt off up over my head; my hands found their way to her beautifully perky breasts, first outside her shirt, and then I slid a hand up from below, slowly up across her firm stomach, up under her bra and then directly to her breast. She moaned even louder, and then suddenly started struggling to undo my belt. I quickly undid it myself only to have her practically tear my pants off my legs, followed by my underwear, and then her hand went straight to my cock and she wrapped her fingers around me.

As she looked at me, she closed her eyes for a moment and breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Oh, thank god!', she said. Surprised, I asked her what she meant. 'I've dreamed of this moment since we started talking again...and dreaded it, too...I dated a guy once that I was really into, but when we finally got to THIS point, his penis was...tiny. Like, seriously tiny, like thinner than a pencil. I always thought that was a joke, a myth...but it was real, and he had it. Like, when he was inside me, I honest to god couldn't even tell. I could never see him again after that...and I wanted you so bad, but I was so scared....and then I saw you, and you're perfect.'

Now, imagine how I felt...again, this woman, Carmen, who I have dreamed about, is holding my cock in her hands and telling me how perfect I am. Can't you just imagine it? And there I was, living it. 'Well, I'm glad you approve,' I said with a grin. 'It's all yours.' Then she looked at me with hooded and sultry eyes, and said, 'Yes, it IS, isn't it...it's all mine.' And with that she covered me with her mouth. Warm...soft lips, firm pressure...no teeth....and I shit you not, she could take every inch of me balls deep. I could feel myself building towards a climax all too soon, and I knew I was not ready for this first time to end so fast. With my hands on her head, I lifted her head slightly but enough to know that I wanted her to come up; almost immediately she got up and threw her own pants off in a flash. Though I wanted desperately to look at her, to SEE her, she was still (as I did not know yet) shy about what I might think of her body; she kept her shirt on and practically jumped on top of me, and the next thing I knew she was squatting above me, looking into my eyes as she lowered herself down on to me. As I slid inside of her, she moaned softly and said...'You're finally inside of me. After all this time....you're inside of me!' And I said, simply, 'Yes...' as she began to move herself up and down, using her legs like a spring. I lay beneath her, practically exerting no effort at all, as she rode me faster and faster. I could have come at any time, but I wanted this to go on so I worked at holding myself away from climax as she bounced her way to her first shattering orgasm.

There is more to this night...but it's 1 AM here now and I'll have to continue later. If, that is, anyone is even remotely interested. I know the buildup to this point was long....but I just have to get this down, I remember it so vividly I just can't skip the details that led to this moment

[mythryl1969]

Carmen sat above me shuddering in the throes of an orgasm, her back arched and her head thrown back, moaning in pleasure. I could feel the pulses of her climax tightening around my cock, still deep inside her, and again I almost came. I suppose it would have been just fine if I had, but again I was just not done. Finally her shuddering came to a stop, and she looked at me. In an out of breath voice, she said, 'Oh Tim,' (my fictitious name) ' I waited so long for that...it's your turn now. I want your cum in my mouth. I want to taste it. I want it on my breasts. I want it inside me!'

All of these sounded like GREAT ideas to me, but there was something else I wanted right away. Still deep inside her, I reached out and grabbed the bottom of her shirt on both sides and pulled it up over her head, pulling her down and towards me as I did so. I could hear a slight gasp from her as it happened but she didn't resist at all, lifting her arms up so I could slide it completely off. When I finished she was practically laying face to face with me (with my cock still inside her) looking into my eyes. Then I used a 'trick' I had practiced many times in my life; I put my right hand up to her cheek and let my fingers push gently into her hair and pulled her down into a deep passionate kiss, while my left hand went around behind her back and I went for the one handed bra release. Which (thank god!) worked, perfectly, and near instantly. I was rewarded with another quick intake of breath through her nose (since her mouth was locked on mine), but then we kissed for a few moments more and finally I pushed her gently back and up away from me. As she sat up I helped her bra off over her arms, and now for the first time I saw her beautiful body live, with my own eyes. Somehow it was far, far better than it had been when I saw her in Esteban's photos and video all those years ago. I don't know, maybe having my rock hard erection inside her at the time had something to do with the moment But whatever it was, it was my turn to pull in a breath; my chest felt so tight with anticipation and desire I could hardly breathe.

Now I rolled her to my left, sliding out of her as I did so, and put her on her back on the bed. I got up off the bed myself and moved to the foot, and reached out and pulled her towards me so that she lay on her back at the edge of the bed with her pussy right at the edge. As I moved towards her she pulled her legs wide inviting me in. She was so flexible and athletic she made what I would have thought was an uncomfortable pose look effortless. I stopped for a moment, drinking the sight of her in again, and I saw that same wistful look on her face that I had seen in the restaurant earlier that day; she held the corner of her bottom lip in her teeth, and I read her expression as one of trepidation or shyness. I knew words were called for here, so I gave her back her own word because it was the complete truth...'Carmen...you are absolutely perfect.' I was rewarded with that same beaming-yet-shy smile that she had given me when she first saw me that day. Her eyes teared up a bit, and I saw the flush rise from the tops of her breasts all the way to her cheeks. She didn't say anything, but only reached out to me, imploring me to come down to her.

I leaned down now, my cock not back inside her yet but instead laying on top of her pussy as I leaned down towards her. As I grew closer I gazed at her breasts which were, as I said earlier, perfect 'A' cups; not flat at all, just small, and absolutely perky. Her nipples were small as well, with the paler pink areolas perhaps the size of a nickel - but for the size of her breasts it was absolutely right. With my right hand I reached up and cupped her left breast, and I brought my mouth down to her right breast and kissed her nipple, and then began playing with it gently with my tongue. Here I was surprised, because her nipples were soft and did not seem to harden no matter what I did. For the briefest moment I wondered if somehow what I was doing just wasn't working for her, but her actions said otherwise; she moaned with pleasure and arched her back to push her breast into my mouth, and put both of her hands into my hair on the back of my head and held me there. Later she would tell me that her nipples just never got hard, not ever, for any reason; that she had even seen a doctor when she was younger who had told her that everything seemed to be fine, and that since she had full sensation in them there was nothing to worry about. In the moment, though, I could tell that she was feeling everything and enjoying it by the way she writhed under my mouth and tongue.

[mythryl1969]

After a few moments, I switched and turned my attention briefly to her left breast, and then slowly trailed kisses down her chest and across her taut stomach until my mouth finally reached her wet pussy. Now, I've never been one to care if I had 'been there' with my own cock first; I've never gone down on a woman after I came, but as far as I'm concerned anything before that point is fair game. She had a musky but clean scent, mixed with the slight smell of vanilla from her perfume (my favorite scent!). Now with my face only inches from her pussy, I had my first close up look and again, the only word in my mind was 'perfect'. She had perfectly matching labia that protruded slightly; as I reached up with my hand to open them her vagina opened before me like a perfect flower. I lowered my mouth to her and first kissed and then gently licked at her, at first around the edges and then gently flicking out to her clitoris. Again she writhed underneath me, but now more urgently. I licked and now sucked lightly, and slid a finger into her; I had visions of doing this indefinitely (I really love going down on a woman, and especially when their pussy looks and smells as good as Carmen's did) but she had other ideas. After not too long at all she groaned and grabbed both sides of my head, pulling me up for eye contact.: 'I want you inside me now, Tim!'.

Never one to disappoint, I stood up and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and started pulling me towards her; I resisted for a brief moment to take it all in. This is one of the things we had talked about on the phone in those erotic conversations in the lead up to my visit; I wanted to see myself enter her. I hadn't been able to when she literally jumped on me the first time so this was my moment. She knew exactly what I was thinking, and said, 'Can you see it, baby? Can you see yourself inside me?' as I gave up my moment of resistance and she gently pulled me into her with her legs. 'I can see it all, Carmen; I can see you', I said, as I slid deeper into her. She whimpered in pleasure, and then pulled her legs back so I could go deeper; I reached out and put her ankles up on my shoulders and leaned into her, plunging deeply into her with each thrust. Her moans took on an even deeper tone, and she kept calling out my name - 'Oh Tim, oh yeah baby, oh deeper, oh Tim!'. The flush I had seen earlier had now become a more prominent deeper red; her breathing rapid....and then it happened, again. I could feel the pulsing of her orgasm as she cried out, and a tear escaped the corner of her eye as she writhed in pleasure. This was the first time I had ever brought a woman to orgasm twice so quickly; later I would learn that Carmen was easily multi-orgasmic, but for now I just took in the wonder of it.

Took in the wonder...and began rapidly to build to my own climax as well, and one last time I decided to draw it out a bit longer. Slowly I came to a stop and pulled out of her, and then climbed up on the bed with her, guiding her back towards the head of the bed the same as she had done for me earlier. Now, though, I rolled her over onto her stomach. She readily complied, and then arched her rear up towards me for easy access. But then she said, ;Oh baby...I want you so bad...but if you want my ass, I need a little time to be ready for it first.' Now, I wish I could say that had been what I was thinking...but it wasn't; I'd never fucked a woman in the ass before, and I had sort of convinced myself that no woman outside of a porn star really liked that and that they (the porn stars) only pretended to anyway. I felt a thrill through my body as I realized exactly what she was putting on the menu and I realized that I did, in fact, want to do exactly that...but now could not be the time; she wasn't 'ready' (and I had no idea what that meant) and I was at that moment not willing to wait any longer for my own climax. 'That's okay, baby, that's not where I was headed...we can do that later', I said, and entered her pussy from behind. As I began thrusting, I reached out with one hand and put it into her hair, pulling backwards very gently; not quite pulling her hair but definitely arching her head back a bit. She moaned in pleasure again as I began to pound her. The feel of her perfect ass cheeks against me as I pounded into her drove me to the edge faster than I liked, but I had no plans to stop this time; so when the time came I rolled her over again (and due to her extremely flexible legs, I was able to do it without sliding out of her) and bent down to her and locked my mouth to hers, still thrusting; my tongue deep in her mouth, then hers in mine, kissing passionately as I finally released deep inside her. It was the most profound and powerful orgasm I had ever had, and I swear in that moment she seemed to have yet ANOTHER orgasm (although truth be told, this time I was so lost in what I was feeling that I can't be sure). It took me quite some time to recover from it and 'come to', as it were. I held myself up and off of her - she was much smaller than me, even as fit as I was, and I didn't want to let go and collapse on her. As I looked down at her, still hard inside her (that's a thing about me...I stay very hard long after I orgasm, even today...who needs Viagra?) I realized she was crying.

For a moment, I thought...oh my god, what have I done? I thought perhaps she was realizing what we had done and regretting it. 'Carmen?' I said. She just shook her head and brought her hand up to her mouth, still crying gently. 'Carmen...what's wrong?' I asked. She took a shuddering breath and opened her eyes, her tears still leaking from her eyes and falling down her cheeks to the bed. 'Oh, Tim...nothing. Nothing at all is wrong....it's just been so long since I felt like I was making love, and now...' and then she stopped, crying gently again. I felt a huge lump in my chest once more, and felt ready to cry myself. I pulled out gently and laid down next to her and held her; she buried her head in my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, and soon after we both fell asleep entwined with each other.

[mythryl1969]

There are, of course, more stories after that one. More lovemaking, more meetings, and a few more firsts. None of them that I remember as vividly as this first time, though, and none that I feel as powerfully compelled to share as I did this story. Carmen was the most beautiful, most intelligent, and most sexually insatiable woman I had ever been with; she had been my friend for many years and I knew her well, and enjoyed her company outside of the bedroom as well - and I would absolutely have married her in a second. I wish I could say that happened because it would really be a perfect end to this story....but again, this isn't just a story, it's what really happened and in reality it never worked out. Carmen remained torn between her desire for me and the fact that she was married, and I think the guilt from how she ended her first marriage to Esteban still worked at her even years later. She didn't want to do that yet again, I think, and eventually she and I had to call off our trysts so she could commit herself to working on her marriage. I remember thinking to myself that I could not imagine how this guy could be anything other than totally devoted to this woman, but if that is what she wanted to do I had to give her the room to do it. We finally agreed to stop speaking to each other again in a final tearful conversation; it was too much, too hard for her to work on her marriage with me still floating around the edges, too impossible to return to the platonic friendship we had back when she was with Esteban; for me the memory of her body, the feel of her lips on mine, the feel of her orgasms as I was deep inside her was beyond my ability to forget, and I think she had the same troubles forgetting our times together as well. And with that...we never spoke to each other or saw each other again.

Eventually I did meet another woman who I fell deeply in love with, and married her, and that is who I am married to this day; and happily it shows no signs of ending like my first marriage, even now ten years in. And truthfully, I love her as much as ever I loved anyone even Carmen, and I would not give up my marriage even for Carmen, were that a choice I faced...but still I will never forget my tiny dark haired little Cubana.

Now, as far as I can tell, I've paid my dues to this thread...and if there are any of you out there with similar stories of that one woman that caught your desire, that you just knew you would never be with, until one day in some improbable way you found yourselves together...I would dearly love to hear about it

[daskers]

Second wife, at first I thought after our divorce that we would never do anything again, but no more than a month after our divorce we was screwing again, and have been ever since. The other was a sisterinlaw and her mother, but not at the same time, I never expected anything like that would ever occurre. Neither knew I had done the other.

[mythryl1969]

Originally Posted by daskers

Second wife, at first I thought after our divorce that we would never do anything again, but no more than a month after our divorce we was screwing again, and have been ever since. The other was a sisterinlaw and her mother, but not at the same time, I never expected anything like that would ever occurre. Neither knew I had done the other.

'Sex with the ex' seems to happen more often than any of us with ex-wives would have imagined possible. Sometimes once you have the weight of the failed marriage behind you, you find again the easy habit of intimacy that you once enjoyed within the marriage. It was startling to me when it happened as well - this woman hated me during the divorce, after all - but it was also in a way effortless

That second story though...if you find it in you to do so, the story of the sister in law and her mother, what with being two different kinds of taboo (the wife's sister, and the wife's AND sister's mother, perhaps?) has definitely got my attention. I hope you can share it with us