She forced herself to sit still as he slid his fingers over her inner thighs. He continued kissing her, tonguing her slowly and tantalizingly and her long-frustrated body responded.

She returned his kisses, feeling her tits throb and her nipples stiffen like two little hard-ons. He suctioned her tongue into his mouth and caressed her bare thighs and she felt her pussy expel a glob of cunt juice. She tried desperately to relax her mind and stop thinking about Charlie, but it was impossible. The more she tried, the more she thought about the seriousness of what she was doing.

Placing both hands on his chest, she tried to push him away.

"Don't do that," he said.

"This is wrong," she said.

"No, it's not," he said, easing her down onto her back.

She trembled as he moved his hands under her tee-shirt. She flinched when his fingers reached her naked tits. He squeezed them gently and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down on hers.

"That's better," he said.

But as wonderful as his hands felt on her boobs, she still felt guilty. She thought about what Lou had said about a little cheating helping a marriage and it made sense. I'll look at it as something I'm doing to keep my marriage intact, she thought.

She took a deep breath and thrust her tits at his stroking fingers. He moved his hands over her belly and down to her thighs before returning them to her boobs.

He expertly fondled her tits through her tee-shirt and shivers of pleasure coursed through her body. She forced herself not to think about Charlie. And she almost succeeded.

"You're a delicious woman," Lou said.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're funny too," he chuckled, sliding his hands under her tee-shirt and cupping her boobs.

"I am?" she giggled.

Suddenly he pulled her tee-shirt up over her tits. She sucked in her breath and lay back as he gazed down at her. "They're beautiful," he said, his voice soft and reverential.