This happened to be a very beautiful moment in my life. I absolutely fell in love with this man although knowing at the time we would never truly be together. The relationship started out as a sexual encounter that I wanted and blossomed into what I felt was love, true love at the time and then sudden sadness. Sara I work hard at maintaining my slim body. My weight hovers around 106 lbs due to the heavy workout I put it through. My body is tight from my workouts, running six miles every other day along with swimming and weight lifting in-between. I also do aerobics when I get the chance and I signed up for karate and I hope to find the time for that too. Somehow I have to juggle it around work. Bad four letter word "work", wished I didn't have to work but that's life. I haven't found the rich guy to marry yet, that is if I ever get married. I'm having too much fun on my own without screwing it up staying with one guy. Many have tried hooking up with me or I guess you could say trying to get me to hook up with them. I don't know why guys go for blue-eyed blonds like they do but many want to fight over me or if they are a little shy, are afraid to approach me. It has been like that all my young life. I wonder if it will always be like that. I don't think I am that hot. I'm only 5'4" and I think kind of skinny with small boobs but the curves are in all the right places. Even with small boobs, they look good on my small slim body. Well enough about my body, on to my life or at least a small part of it. Sometimes I wonder why I workout so much. I gave up on the night life; found it interfered too much with day life and the night life seemed to add to my stress. Working out tended to be more of a stress reliever so I guess that's why. Besides, I like to eat good food and drink good wine and that adds pounds. Driven women like me don't like to put on pounds. I guess driven would describe me. I've been told I am hell in the court room. Not many men want to face me. That I guess drives many of them away from me. Someday I want to be a District Attorney and being a woman I guess I have to be a "Bitch" as I am sometimes called to get there. Men seem to have it easier in gaining the goal they want. I'm the same in my sex life. I have experience more in a short time than some have in their lifetimes. I need to get away from here to do it though. This town is too conservative to have a wild sex life, at least the one I have experienced. I usually go to a different town for that. There I discovered I'm somewhat of a sex addict. I can't get enough. It started when I first discovered what sex was all about with my "first" and progressed from there. I have found it hard to find that one guy that I want for my one and only that makes life interesting enough to stay with one guy. I was introduced to a swap club by one of my past boyfriends. I'm still on fun terms with him and I visit as often as I can which amounts to two weeks out of the year. I try to make up in those two weeks all I have missed the rest of the year. Here, in the job I have in this town, I guess an occasional secret tryst is just about all that can happen. I say secret because if anyone found out what I was really like, it would ruin my reputation in not only my drive to be a good attorney and eventually a District Attorney but my parents elevation of me as being their sweet perfect daughter would be destroyed as well. I guess that is another reason I work out so much. It is a substitute for my dull unsatisfying sex life here in this town. Still, I don't want to move away from here, not yet at least, not while my parents are still alive. I sold my house in town and bought a place more private eight miles out in the country. It is a small three bedroom on a hill top with this great view of the surrounding mountains and farms. There are no really close neighbors and the 20 acres surrounding the house is fenced, wooded and very private so if I wish, I can run around nude anywhere on the property. I love it. I have a large dog now, a German Sheppard and I feel safer than in town. He alerts me of any trespassers or any one else that comes up the driveway or cross the property. My running is even better, long country lanes, not much traffic and nice views I can look at while I run. I've been running here for a month now and have a schedule when I run depending upon the temperature that I stick to. If it is going to be hot, I run early in the morning before work starting at 5:00. If it is cool, I run in the evenings before dark starting at 6:00 just after I get home. I like to keep to a timed schedule. If I don't, I sometimes get distracted and don't run or I don't get my six miles in. My swimming, weights, aerobics and now karate are on scheduled times also at a fitness club. I like running best though out in the fresh air and away from people. I can let my mind go blank and just run. This is the most relaxing for me. The lane I run on is only close to a few houses with plenty of open space along pastures with horses, cattle and other animals like sheep. There are a several brushy places along the side of the road that gives one some privacy if there is a need to go pee. I am thankful for that. In town, there was no place to do that. I noticed in the last 9 days of running, an older man watching me from the window of his house as I run by. He usually waved at me. I started waving back as I went by. It doesn't hurt to be friendly, besides, I started thinking of this as a safe house if I needed it. This was where I turn around and run back home. It is exactly three miles from my house and sometimes I pause here to catch my breath before I start back. I started looking for him now each time I ran. It was warm this evening when I started my run, so I wore just a sport bra and shorts as I usually do showing a lot of skin. I often wondered what it would be like to run nude but that was out of the question running in public like this. I was only one and a half miles into my run when I met him walking toward me with his dog. He smiled and waved as I passed, I returned the same. I noticed he was around 65 or so and in pretty good shape and good looking for an old guy. I kept running giving it no further thought. We passed again on my return run, and smiled and waved to each other. This kept up for several more weeks, us passing each other along the road and smiling and waving to each other. Finally, I didn't know what got into me but at one point when I met him again, I stopped and said hi and introduced myself. We chatted about the usual stuff, weather, beauty of the surrounding hills, mountains, animals, how long we've lived here, and you know the usual stuff strangers talk about when first introduced. It wasn't until after I got back into my run that I thought about where we kept meeting. It was at one of the brushy areas along the side of the road, where sometimes if I had too I would stop and pee. The brush was very thick along the road but opened up into a small grassy clearing not far from the road. It was very secluded and the grass was tall and thick. I liked the spot for its privacy and natural beauty, a small hidden meadow. I wondered about that, a perfect place for a private meeting. I kept thinking about this for the next several weeks. There were several times he wasn't walking and he quit walking his dog and left it home. We usually stopped and chatted and I learned he was married but that his wife was in a car accident some 10 years ago and paralyzed from the waist down but that didn't stop me from thinking "what if". Could I, would I be able to go through what I was thinking. He seemed lonely and with his wife the way she was, would he go through with what I was thinking? One Sunday, I got the courage to prepare for what I had planned. I got a large plastic bag and put several blankets in it and drove down to the "hidden spot," parked and left the bag hidden under some bushes by the meadow. I drove back home excited at what I was planning. OK, now I thought, how am I going to entice him to go into my hidden spot with me and do what I wanted? Hell, I thought out loud, I'm a desirable woman and shouldn't have any problem. Besides, I couldn't help but notice how he looked at me. There was lust there and several times I did notice a slight bulge. It shouldn't be very hard to get him into the hidden spot and it should be easy to seduce him. That's what I wanted and I was getting wet thinking about it. Still, there was his wife and the devotion to her may get in the way. Well, no harm in trying I thought. If I quickly undress and lay before him, how could he refuse to take me? The more I thought about it, the more I thought it would work. I needed to get there soon after work and lay out the blankets in the tall grass before I started my run. Yes, that would work I thought, get the area ready. The rest would slide into place. I chuckled at that thought, "slide into place." Monday after work, I drove by the spot, stopped and spread the blankets in the grass and went home and got ready for my run. I was bursting with excitement and wet already when I undressed and then dressed in sexiest low rider running shorts and this one time a short white t-shirt that I had. I didn't wear a sports bra this time and my nipples as they hardened would show. I thought about not wearing panties but thought better of it. I was too wet already and didn't want my wetness to show so if he wasn't there. I also put in a panty liner for safety. Then just before I left the house and started my run I took off my panties thinking I didn't want them to hinder my undressing besides, without them on, the blond fuzz of the top of my golden triangle showed just above the low riding shorts. I kept saying to myself, I hope he is there and wasn't disappointed when I saw him approaching the spot. I was close and speeded up a little to meet him there. I stopped directly in front of him and started talking, asking how thing were going for him and other small talk. I was trying to be as sexy as I could without removing my clothes right there in front of him or asking him to take me into the bushes and fuck me. My nipples had hardened during my run, the t-shirt was rubbing against them and they stood straight out. His eyes went directly to them and I noticed a slight blush to his face. His eyes didn't stay there long as they wondered down over my body and settled where the golden triangle showed at the top edge of my low riding shorts. I was doing a few stretches also to show off a little more and noticed an instant bulge start to grow. Its working I thought and mentioned, "David, (his name is David) have you ever explored the hidden areas along the road like the little wooded area right here?" "N, no, no Sara, I haven't," he stuttered as he was having a little difficulty now talking. "I have, come on I'll show you what I found here. There is a little hidden meadow right here beyond the trees and brush." He hesitated and I took him by the arm and said, "Come on it's really neat." He followed me through the fence and I led him to the edge of the meadow. "Look, you can't even see the road." He turned to look at where the road should be and I slipped quietly behind him and into the thick grass. He turned back to look at me but I already hidden, in the tall grass, stripped and was laying on the blanket. "Sara," he asked. "Over here David," I replied back quietly. "I'm over here." He followed my voice and in discovering me, he just stood there and looked at me, this strained expression on his face. I was laying nude before him and he just stood there and looked. I didn't quite understand why he just stood there. Finally I said, "Is there something wrong?" I was afraid he would turn and leave. "No, no, oh no. "He stood there shaking his head and started turning to leave. "David, come to me, you need me and I need you as well." When he turned back to look at me, I reached up to him and spread my legs hoping he would knell between them. That was all it took and he dropped like a rock down on me and started covering me with kisses starting with my face and moving down. He whispered, "It had been so long since I have had had a woman, over 10 years." He was crying, sobbing, lost in me as he found my hidden treasures and made them his own. I was so swollen, so hot and so wet that when his lips and tongue found my clit, it was an instant orgasm for me. I moaned, quivered and shook in the delight of him as my orgasm surged through me. His tongue and lips kept up the assault as my legs squeezed around his head. His hands were busy removing his clothes and the squeezing almost smothered him. He finally had to grip my thighs with his hands and help push them apart so he could breathe. When my orgasm subsided, he moved his lips and tongue back up my body and kissed me on the mouth. He was leaning over me and I could feel his hardness poking me in the stomach. I reached down and grasp him guiding him to my tunnel of delight, his now. He let out a moan as I guided him in and moved my hips up to meet him. He was looking at me, deep into my eyes and said, "Oh god Sara, you are so beautiful, so hot. You feel so good around me." I only smiled while looking back into his eyes and pulled him tight to me. "Yes David, love me, fuck me. I need you." It was beautiful, so very sensual as he slowly made love to me. He was trying to saver the feelings, the feel of me with his very slow thrusting, to hold back his release as long as possible. I let him. I wanted him to go slow and told him so. I wanted him to feel me grip him and flexed my pussy muscles causing him to moan more. "It's been so long," he kept saying. I felt him tense up and stop thrusting, trying to stop the inevitable. We lay still and it worked this time, only a small surge of pre-cum escaped him I knew as I felt his hard cock flex a little and he said, "That was close." We lay still for some time kissing passionately and deeply, savoring each other before he started to move again. I wondered how long he could hold out. "Go slow love, very slow. I want this feeling to last," I said to him and slowed him down to where he was just barely moving within me. I wanted it to last as long as possible. I wanted to feel him stiffen and harden more and feel him pump his cum into me. I didn't want my release to interfere with that feeling. I was close to coming again and wanted him to cum first this time. I clenched my teeth and body and let the feeling pass. I wanted to be here for him. It wasn't long after that that he moaned and I knew he was very close. I concentrated on feeling him and felt him harden and swell more and the flexing of his cock start as he pushed in deeply and his flow into me began. I thought I was in heaven. I could feel every little twitch of his cock; every spasm of the muscles as his cum was pumped down his cock and was released into me. Trying to concentrate on him, the feeling of his release into me only slightly hid what was happening to my own body, my own body's needs took over. He was in the middle of his release when my own body started to spasm and shake uncontrollably. I had tried to hold it back but couldn't. I was too far gone, to close to stop it. I moaned loudly and cried out as my body spasmed, quivered, and shook sucking his cum deeper into me. He lay on top of me for five or more minutes allowing our bodies to slowly recover and let his hardness shrink from me before he moved. We were holding each other tightly not wanting to part when he rose up and looked into my eyes. "We, I shouldn't be doing this," he said tearfully, "My wife..." I hushed him, "Shush darling, you and I needed this," I said quietly. "It is OK; your wife never needs to know. It is our secret." We tried to keep meeting like this every other day but found it was not so easily done. Other things kept interfering, like his wife's care, my work, life in general. I contemplated on letting him know where I lived and my phone number but that I thought would take the relationship to a level I would not be comfortable with. We finally settled on hanging different color ribbons, mine pink, his blue on the fence in an inconspicuous place that we would both see, letting each other know that we were available to meet at our secret spot. We both drove to town each day and decided to hang the ribbons where we both drove by it in the mornings. It would be hung the evening before indicating the meeting would be the following day. This worked for a while longer until one morning and several days after, there was no ribbon from him. More curious than ever, wanting to know what the problem was, I kept glancing closely at his house as I ran, pausing long enough in front of his house to hopefully see him. Several weeks later, there was a for sale sign on the fence in front of the house. I memorized the realtor's phone number and called when I returned home and found the occupants had moved to an assisted care facility. I got the number and called asking for David and was relieved when he answered. "David, this is Sara, can we talk." There was silence on the line for several long seconds and I knew from the silence that it was over. "Sara," he finally said. "Our meetings were wrong. I should have known better. I love my wife. I can't do this to her anymore." There was silence on my end for several long seconds. I thought silently to myself that we had several beautiful months together. "Yes David, you are right" and sadly hung up. I kept up my running. It was something I needed to do. It was more out of habit than anything now. I kept watching the house to see if it would sell. I hadn't seen any moving trucks there and wondered if their things had been removed from the house. The market was down and houses in the area were not selling. In a way I kept hoping to see him again. He knew how to make love and I liked the way he made me feel. This had been quality sex. It was totally opposite of what I got with others I had met. That was just sex, which was what this was in the beginning. I felt him when he was inside me. I tingled from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. I kept dreaming of him and always orgasmed in my dreams. It was just like being with him. I never failed to have an orgasm or several with him. He made sure I was satisfied and really like to see me quiver and moan. He told me that. He liked to give me multiple orgasms just to see how many I could have. We never got to where I had to refuse to have more because I was too tender. I usually had to mount him long before then. Other guys weren't like that. The men I had been with seemed to be more concerned in getting themselves off than making sure I was satisfied. That's why I wasn't with someone right now. That's why I spent two weeks away each year, just trying to get enough to satisfy me for the rest of the year. Well, since I met David, I really found out the two weeks away was not enough. I needed more. I needed David. I needed this affair. I guess I should have been more in tune with his and his wife's needs but then I found myself being selfish. I kept looking and hoping. I had removed the blanket from what I called our place and cleaned the area up. We had left a few wine bottles there and some other stuff and occasionally I walked back in there to reminisce. This was sad times for me. When I was there, I had to get myself off several times just thinking about him, wishing he was there with me but such is life. It was late summer now early fall just beginning to show. The air was getting cooler and shorts and halter gave away to sweatpants and sweat shirt on my runs. I didn't wear anything under them. It felt good to be somewhat free of tight fitting shorts and halter or t-shirts that I usually wore. I no longer wore a sport bra at all. I liked being free. I liked the feel of my nipples rubbing against the soft cloth of my sweat shirt. It kind of kept them excited and hardened. The one drawback to the sweatpants and shirt was it hid my body. Unless one had seen me before in my shorts, one couldn't make out my tight body and I no longer got the stares from the men that saw me or the women for that matter. Not that I cared. I did like some of the looks I got though. It excited me. My thoughts were more involved with David, the older man that knew how to make love. I missed him and wanted him more than ever now that I couldn't have him. I wondered if I would ever see him again. It was a Saturday morning this morning of my run, a dreary day beginning with a cold drizzle. I wondered if I would be warm enough in my sweatpants and shirt and if I would keep dry enough. Well I thought if I run hard and fast, I could get back home and take a hot shower before I got chilled. I was well into my run, sweating hard even though the drizzle was cold and beginning to seep through my clothes when I saw a strange sight ahead. Smoke was drifting out of his chimney. I still thought of it as his chimney even though the place was still for sale and empty. I wondered if it sold. The possibility of seeing him again excited me. It had been several months since our last encounter and I was starved for affection. I sped up but when I got to his driveway, I paused thinking what if it wasn't him. I looked around hoping he would see me or I would see him. There was no car in the driveway and no one looking out the window. I stood there looking and thinking. He doesn't know my fall run schedule so he wouldn't be looking for me. The sign was still up so the place hadn't sold. Do I take the chance to walk up and see who was there? I threw caution to the wind and walked up the driveway stopping to peek into the nearest window. No one was in this room. I kept next to the house and walked around it peeking into all the windows hoping I wouldn't be seen but having the excuse that I was looking at the house possibly to buy in case I was questioned. I didn't see anyone although I heard coughing in the bathroom. The window was frosted so I couldn't see in. I found myself at the front door now cold and wet. Do I knock? I decided I had to. I was dying inside. I knocked lightly, shivering as I did it. It was either from the cold or nerves but it didn't matter. Oh god I thought, let it be him. No answer so I knocked louder. I heard someone walking across the room. I stood there shivering and hoping. The door opened and I found myself looking at him. He had a shocked look on his face as I rushed into his arms. "Oh David," I gasp as I held on to him shivering, not bothering to look around, hoping we were alone. "Sara, oh Sara," he gasp back. "You're wet and shivering. Let's get you dry." His hands were already under my sweatshirt and I raised my arms as he pulled the soaked shirt over my head. His mouth quickly found one of my nipples as he leaned down to them. His lips sent a shiver through me as his hands found the waistband of my sweatpants and started tugging them down. My hands were already working on his belt and the snap of his pants when his lips left my breasts and found mine. We embraced and kissed deeply, lost in this deep and passionate kiss. My arms were around his neck, his were around my waist still tugging at the waist band trying to push my pants down further. I held him that way continuing our kisses as I let him slide the pants down to just below my very wet mound of passion. One of his hands felt me there, discovering how hot I was, how much I needed him. It was that moment that I broke our kiss and pulled him down to the carpeted floor while wiggling and kicking free of my pants. I quickly had his shirt off and was working with his pants as he hovered over me. He was fondling and touching me everywhere and finally had to stop and help me remove his pants. His hardness sprung free finally from its confines and I grasp it and brought the engorged head to my lips and kissed it, tasting the slight saltiness of a little excited pearl that had formed at its opening. I sucked him in, trying to take all of him into my mouth wanting to taste more of him, wanting to suck him dry as I pumped his rod. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could swallow him and tease him and suck on him when he was most tender. This would prolong his lovemaking to me later on after what I hoped would be very long oral sex with multiple orgasms. I was ready now to see how many I could have. I wanted him to tease me until way past where I was so tender that I would beg him to stop. At first he fought me, wanting to enter my moist cave of passion but quickly gave in as I brought him to, what he told me later, was a ball squeezing orgasm. "Oh god Sara, that sent an aching through me and curled my toes," he exclaimed as he grasp my head and pulled himself free from me. "My balls ache like you have drained everything from them. I wonder if I will be able to recover." "You will," I said as I smiled up at him. I gathered some of his cum that had escaped out the corner of my mouth onto my finger and sucked at it. "You will recover and make slow love to me. I want you to try to suck me dry." With that, I pulled him down onto me as I lay back on the floor and engaged him in very deep and passionate kissing. I didn't give him any time to recover figuring there would be plenty of time as his hands and mouth explored me. I was in heaven again as I lay there and let him do as he wanted, actually what I wanted. His hands, lips and mouth explored me like it was our first time. It was when his mouth found my moist opening and slid up and began teasing my clit I had my first hard orgasm. I quivered as he sucked at me and as I came down, he slid his mouth up to my breasts and sucked at them before continuing up to my mouth and kissed me passionately. I was surprised he had recovered so quickly as I felt his hardness probing at my opening and starting to slide in. "No love, not yet, please not yet. This time I want you to give me as many orgasms as you can before you enter me. I don't want you to stop until I beg you to stop, that I can't do any more. We've never done this. I've never done this." He leaned back on his knees puling himself free and looked at me. There was this surprised longing look in his eyes. "Are you sure you want me to do this my love?" "Yes." "You won't fight me and try to stop me like before only after a few orgasms?" "No love, I want you to suck me dry like I did you. I don't want you to stop until I can't have another orgasm and I beg you to stop." "OK then, come with me." He held out his hand and helped me up off the floor and led me to the bedroom where there was a large 4-posted bed covered with several large pillows. He pulled back the blankets and I quickly climbed on and lay back in the middle. Smiling, I reached out to him and spread my legs wanting him to join me. "Not yet love, I have to get something. I'll be right back." He turned and left the room. I heard him rummaging around in another room; what I thought was the laundry room. Puzzled, I lay there waiting. A few minutes later he came back with what looked like several lengths of soft rope. I knew now what he was going to do and I watched as he fastened the ropes around my hands and feet. My body had somewhat cooled down in the wait but now I was getting excited again. I hadn't been tied down before and the thought of being ravished this way was very exciting. His hardness was also growing again in the excitement. I wondered if I would be able to maintain control this way, if he tied me. I wouldn't be able to stop him from entering me whenever he wanted. "Love, you are still going to see how many orgasms I can have aren't you?" "Yes Sara love, the ropes are to keep you from stopping me. You will have to beg me to stop." First he tied my hands loosely to the posts at the head of the bed so my hands were stretched out above my head. Then he tied my feet loosely to the bottom posts so I was spread eagled. I was laying flat on the bed but he grabbed the pillows and told me to rise up and he placed them under my hips and back so my pussy was thrust up to him. Then he tightened the ropes. I was immobile and couldn't move, my arms stretched out tightly above my head and my legs and pussy spread open and thrust up for his pleasure. There was no way I could stop him from doing what he wanted. I could feel the excited moisture escaping from me and dripping down my slit and was waiting impatiently for him when he crawled onto the bed between my legs and positioned himself at my opening. His hardness was in his hand and he began to slide the engorged head up and down my slit. "No David, that's not what I wanted you to do!" "Have patience my love, I've dreamed about and wanted to get you like this for a long time. I will do as you want but I want to tease you this way for as long as I can." I raised my head enough so I could watch him and that I did as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit and across my clit. He began rubbing it hard against my clit like he would later on with his fingers and tongue and soon had me in the beginning of an orgasm. It felt so good. I was moaning loudly, my body in spasms as it hit and coursed through me. I was coming down from it when he positioned the head against my opening and thrust in hard. I gasped with the suddenness of it as he bottomed out. "No David, no," I said as I tried to squirm away from him and found I couldn't. He thrust in hard a few times, held himself in for a few long seconds, being very still and pulled out. He had been very close to cumming I knew. I felt him stiffen and his cock flex a little when he thrust in hard the last time and held very still. I stopped my squirming and held still too. I didn't want him to cum in me yet. "No David, I..." He had quickly flipped around and straddled my head and pushed his hard cock into my mouth stopping me from talking and began attacking my clit and opening with his mouth and tongue. I sucked on him, tasting my juices and the slight saltiness of him as precum seeped from his opening. Liking it, I sucked him clean, rubbing the tip of my tongue across his opening trying to make him cum. "No Sara," he said and he pulled himself from my mouth. "I don't want to cum yet. When I do I want it to be deep inside you. I was already too close." "I know love, I tasted you." He had already placed himself between my legs and was attacking my clit and opening again with his tongue and mouth. His hands were groping my breasts, tweaking them, sending shivers down my spine as he sucked away. It didn't take long for another orgasm to begin and I quivered through it moaning loudly. I tried to keep count but as the hours progressed I no longer could. Each orgasm that followed seemed to be more intense than the last. Sweat glistened on my body and dampened the sheet I was laying on. The pillow under my hips was getting saturated with my moisture. My mouth was dry. I was beginning to get very tender down there. I strained to pull my legs together to stop the assault on my tender clit but the ropes kept me from doing that. I began to beg for him to stop but the reply was always not yet love. He would then insert his middle finger into me and rub my g-spot as he sucked and tweaked my clit sending me into another roaring orgasm. As I would come down from each orgasm, David would rise up on his knees and enter me and thrust a few times, he said just to tease me. He was enjoying this. I was too. I was getting past the point of begging though. I ached so. I wanted him to fuck me and cum inside me. My moaning was loud now; more like long continuous grunts or groans. I was getting hoarse; my voice was almost gone and I could only whisper. My groans were growing quieter, my orgasms further apart, taking longer to achieve. I didn't think I could last any longer, have any more orgasms. "David," I whispered hoarsely, "I can't anymore, I can't take any more. I want you inside me, love me." Tears were slipping from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. "Please fuck me." "Yes love," he whispered back and stopped what he was doing and reached down and untied my feet and pulled the pillows out from under me. He slipped inside me as he reached up and untied my hands. I had no strength left in me to help him as he entered me. I lay there gathering strength holding on to him tightly with my arms around him, willing my exhausted body and legs to wrap round him and hold him to me tighter yet. "Hold me for a while love," I hoarsely whispered to him as I held him tightly. I wanted to lie this way in his arms forever I thought savoring his heat, his love, his being inside me. "David," I again whispered. "Yes love." "I love you." He rose up and as he looked into my eyes. I could see love, lust, confusion and possibly fear in his as he replied. "Sara, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with. You know I love you too. I love being with you. I haven't felt this way in a long time. I have been in heaven ever since we first met. The summer was beautiful. I'll remember this always but this can't continue. You know why." I could only nod to him as tears started flowing from my eyes. "Love me David, make love to me, and fill me with you." He started slow thrusting as no further words were needed. My body was too overwhelmed with him, exhausted from what he had done to me to respond, to thrust up to him as I wished. I only gripped him tightly as he loved me and filled me. Later as we were laying there entwined in each others arms, I asked him, "Can we continue meeting. I want you for as long as I can have you?" "Yes Sara, I want this too. I want this to last as long as we can make it last." We made slow and passionate love again, this time I put every thing I could into meeting each thrust, each kiss, each caress with full abandonment. I loved back giving myself fully to him, wanting and needing him. My life changed and our relationship lasted for the next year and a half, meeting whenever I needed him or he needed me. We met at his house until it sold and then my place. I was never happier, so fulfilled. It didn't matter there was 40 years difference in our ages, at least not when we were together and making love. I wish we could have gone out in public but that wasn't to be for both of us. He was as dedicated to his wife as ever and devoted the time we were apart to her. I admired him for that and loved him even more. Although I loved him deeply and knew he loved me, I had my job and my parents to be concerned about, both who knew nothing of this. It would have been devastating to my parents if they found out and I would have been disgraced at work. That secret stayed safe from them. His wife however was another matter. She knew and I guess she gave him her blessing after he confessed to her. This was why there was never any problem meeting with me. She was happy he had found someone who could give him what she could not. However, she told him she would never want to meet me. This he told me. Sadly, he slipped out of my life when he passed away. He was with his wife and had a massive heart attack in his sleep. I hadn't seen him for several days and would not have known if I hadn't received an unexpected phone call. It was late evening when the phone rang. I picked it up and heard only silence as I spoke. I was just getting ready to hang up when a voice spoke. "Sara, is this Sara?" It was a woman's voice speaking quietly. "Yes, this is she," I replied, curious as whom this was. "Sara, David's dead." A long pause followed when she at last said, "He passed away in his sleep two days ago. He cared deeply for you and I know you cared for him also. I thought you should know." She was crying now as was I. I found it hard to reply. There was mostly silence on my end. "The funeral is tomorrow." She explained, giving me the place and the time. "I know he would like you to be there." I replied, "Yes, I would come. I'm so sorry." The silence was deafening and the line eventually went dead after I couldn't find anything else to say. I hardly slept that night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for any length of time. I wondered if I would go, if I should go. When morning came I called in to the office saying I needed the day off and sat on the edge of the bed wondering what I should wear. I finally decided on the black silk skirt, white silk blouse and black silk jacket that he liked to see me in. I wore it often to the office. It was professional looking. After my shower, I pinned my hair up into a bun that I sometimes wore, applied my makeup and dressed. The funeral was to be at 11 AM and the time was getting close. I wondered what she would be like. I never met her. I didn't know if I wanted to meet her. I didn't know what to say to her if I did. I needn't have worried. I sat in the back. The funeral was beautiful. I knew he would have liked it although I cried through it. I didn't know he had so many friends and family. We had never talked about that. I knew they were childless but still, he had many nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters. It was a large family. Most of his wife's family was there also. I was lost in thought as the funeral ended and the family and friends filed past the open coffin. I turned to go but found my way blocked by a woman in a wheel chair. We were alone. "Sara?" She spoke in a quiet voice. I nodded and said, "Yes." I knew who this was and wasn't prepared to meet her. She looked up at me with open arms and I knelt down to her and met her crying heavily. I couldn't hold back. "I'm so sorry," I sobbed into her arms. "I know but it is ok," she said as we talked. "You and I were the ones that loved him the most. We have that to look back on. He loved you dearly too. I do have to say, you are as I expected, young and lovely. I thought I never wanted to meet you but now I'm glad I finally did. I wish now it had been earlier and not with his death. You made him so happy in this final year. It was like he found the lost years, like it was with us before my accident." We chatted for a while longer and made a date later on in the week to meet and talk more. She wanted to know more about me. I thought it strange after all this time that she wanted to get to know me. It was like she somehow knew I was pregnant. The way she looked at me, she knew. I was sure. I wasn't showing yet, well maybe there might be a slight swell in my imagination, but it was only four weeks. I didn't know what to do. It wasn't planned. I screwed up. I got so involved in a case at work that I forgot to get birth control. It was only the one month I missed. I assumed I wouldn't get pregnant after only missing a month. It took my sisters almost a year each to get pregnant after going off the pill. I assumed I would be safe in that short of time. I had been wrong. We met at the scheduled time and got to know one another a little better. She was a very nice lady and I saw why David had been so devoted to her. We were a lot alike, she made that statement to me and I had to agree. I didn't tell her though, about the baby or my transfer. A month later, I was gone to a different life...