A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... on me," she sobbed.

"Fuck. That bastard. You sure?"

"Yeah, I found evidence from his sales trips. Please stay, Ben. This is the best talk I have had with someone in a long time." She cried more, "And I just need it, you know?"

The urge to hold her and make her feel better was too strong and I sat back down on the couch and wrapped her in a tight hug. We just held each other for almost a minute. I finally eased up and moved back. She immediately moved in and kissed me. I recoiled back, still fighting my primal urges.

"Shit. I'm sorry Ben, I shouldn't have done that. Maybe I misread the signs. I'm so fucking stupid. Why would a young handsome guy like you want an old thing like me?"

"It's not that. I want you. Oh man, I want you. But our families. And you're married."

"To an absent, cheating husband."

"Yeah, I know, but, still, if we were found out, it would end your marriage for sure and I'm not sure my parents would be too happy."

"My marriage is already over I think. But, you're right, Ben. It wouldn't be fair to you. Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't actually want a tired old woman like me."

I grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. "Don't say that, Heather. You're not a tired old woman. You're a sweet, sexy woman who is going through some tough times. "

She perked up, "You think I'm sexy?"

I was surprised that the word "sexy" had rolled out of my mouth, but it was true. "Well, yeah. I do. Cause you are."

"Nobody has called me sexy in ...

... over a decade," she explained and her eyes dilated a bit.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to be with her so, so bad, but I knew I shouldn't do it, even if she was neglected by her husband. We sat there in silence.

Finally, she said, "I'm so sorry that I assumed too much. I'm sad and lonely and drunk. I'm so sorry, Ben." She got up from the couch and started to walk away. "I'm going to take a shower for about an hour and half before crying myself to sleep. Again, I'm so sorry, Ben. Can you see yourself out?"

"Sure," I said as I watched the hurting, lovely woman leave the room and start up the stairs. I should have already left, but I sat on the couch contemplating the situation for almost five minutes. Decision made, I got up off the couch and instead of turning right to the front door, I turned left and slowly went up the stairs. The carpet covered my footsteps so I entered the bathroom without her noticing. Much like in my fantasy, the glass to the shower is fogged up so I don't think she saw me. I stripped off all my clothes and opened the shower door.

She turned as I closed the door behind me. "Ben, you're here?"

"Yes, I'm here."

She tried to cover herself, but I grabbed her hands and threw them around my neck as I moved in and kissed her hard.

"Oh, Ben," she whispered. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, if you want me."

"Yes," was all I heard from her before covering her mouth again with a wet, hot kiss, letting my hands fall to her curvy waist. Her nice ...