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This affair started a few years ago. But as a prelude, there were troubling things happening inside me. I was 33. When we first met and in the early years of our marriage, my husband and I were like rabbits. Every opportunity, every place, every part of our bodies that could be used for pleasure. Yes, even there.He’s a wonderful man and wonderful in bed, too. But lately, I’d found myself losing interest in sex, even avoiding it by finding other things to do, going to bed after him, and so on. I felt awful about this. I tried to overcome these feelings and show my love for him by having sex a couple times a month, but it just wasn’t there for me.A huge wet snowstorm moved slowly up the coast one early November. With leaves still on the trees and a foot of snow heavily laden with moisture, trees were brought down across whole states and millions of people like me were out of power. My husband was away and couldn’t get flights. Huge branches fell across our driveway during the night.The next morning, as I pulled the emergency release and heaved up my garage door, I saw I was trapped behind a wall of snow and branches. There wasn’t even room to pull the generator outside. Our one battery-powered radio warned everybody that it would be days or weeks before power was back.I made a few feeble attempts to shovel some of the snow and drag the smaller branches away, but all I managed Üsküdar Escort was to exhaust myself. My neighbor across the backyard must have been watching me. Eventually, he finished his own driveway, came over, and offered to help.Ryan is a tall man, six foot four, very strong, and he even brought a chainsaw. We labored for hours, shoveling snow, sawing branches, and dragging heavy pieces off to the side. Actually, Ryan did most of the work. This may sound trite, but there I was in the presence of a perfect male specimen demonstrating his prowess saving a damsel in distress. OK OK, so what if I wasn’t a damsel anymore; I WAS in distress.And something was happening deep in my tummy. My old friend, lust, was coming back. It was so ironic. Why now? I kept pushing those feelings away. But every time I stood next to him, brushed against him helping to move a big branch, that electricity was there. Me and that big man, both of us covered in wet sawdust, dressed in ugly winter work clothes. Me and Ryan. Me and Ryan. No No NO!When we had a path for the car to get out to the street – which wasn’t much use because the plows wouldn’t get there for two more days – Ryan offered to help me with the generator. My husband had shown me all about the generator and where to run the extension cords so food wouldn’t spoil and we could have a few lights. Üsküdar Escort Bayan He had even rigged a way to hook up the gas furnace so it could turn on. So I should have said, I’ll handle it. But I didn’t. I didn’t. I didn’t.Except for the flashlights, it was dark in the basement by the furnace. It only took a second to get it running. And there we were. My desires were flaming.I turned to him. “Oh, Ryan.” I lost my voice for a second. Then, “How can I thank you enough?”Another awkward moment.Suddenly, I had my courage. I threw my arms around him and started kissing him. The flashlights flicked off and dropped to the floor. At first, he’d seemed surprised, but then we were playing with our tongues and, inside my open jacket, his hands were running over my sweater. I could feel his arousal building through his jeans. Our coats fell off next.I backed up against an old dresser we used to store stuff we should have thrown away years ago. In the dim light from a tiny basement window well, I swept the junk off the top and Ryan lifted me up. As I unbuttoned his heavy flannel shirt, he pulled off my sweater. He began kissing my breasts even though I still had long underwear and a bra on. I fumbled with his belt when he stood up. Then his cool hands were under my top unhooking me in back. Soon I was topless.Ryan took forever, kissing my Escort Üsküdar neck, twirling my nipples in his fingers, kissing all around my breasts. He found out how sensitive I am underneath them. Then his lips wrapped around my nipple and I closed my eyes as my first little orgasm swept over me. “Oh god, Ryan,” I moaned.As I leaned back against the wall, Ryan undid my boots and socks and began kissing my feet. I hope they didn’t smell too bad. Then his kisses meandered up inside the legs of my jeans. This man is such a good lover.When he was kissing the denim between my legs he took a long deep breath and mumbled, “You smell so delicious.”I couldn’t wait for him to undo my jeans and slip them off. He began kissing my legs again through my long johns. I could feel everything now when his hand rubbed my lips and his mouth wrapped around my pussy. His hand was so expert, rubbing fast but gently across just the right places. “Oh god. Oh god.”As he peeled the long johns down and started kissing my panties, the cold air told me just how wet they were. I should have been embarrassed – they were plain white cotton panties that I wear on days where comfort is all that matters – panties that I’d been wearing all too often lately.His ministrations there continued, rubbing, kissing, pressing the fabric between my lips and against my opening, sucking the juices from the fabric. I couldn’t control my moaning as he slipped them off and his lips were touching my flesh.Two big fingers pressed into my vagina as his tongue played with my clit. A huge orgasm was sweeping over me as I writhed on the top of the dresser. I realized his jeans had fallen down around his boots.

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