Upstairs Lover

I'm an early-40s married woman living with my husband on the ground floor of our two-level house. Upstairs is a cozy holiday apartment I manage online. After years of marriage, our sex life had died out completely. Frustrated, I joined a discreet platform for married people and soon connected with a sexy Latin guy in his late 30s, living far away but traveling often for work.

After weeks of flirty messages, he booked my upstairs unit. On arrival day, we played strangers. I greeted him formally, showed him the comfy unit, then went downstairs. “I’ll be back later,” I whispered. Soon I got the green light: hubby was at a long work dinner. I rushed up and knocked. “He won’t be back soon… may I come in?” He smiled, pulled me close and kissed me deeply. We stripped slowly. I turned, grinding against his hardening cock through our underwear. He laid me down and gave me the most intense oral sex of my life—two powerful orgasms without stopping. “I’m ready,” I breathed. “So am I,” he said, kissing up my body—pussy, belly, breasts, neck—before sliding inside me slowly. I came again in missionary.

Then I rode him hard, climaxing once more as he finished with me. We collapsed, breathless and satisfied. He caressed me tenderly—fingers tracing my ears, neck, back, ass, legs. My body shivered; desire flared again. We started over, even more intense. I lost count of my orgasms while my athletic Latin lover kept going with incredible stamina.