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The first time I met Jenny was at a friend’s birthday party. It wasn’t a very big party, perhaps twenty people, but a very lively one. This was the late nineteen sixties, and I was in my early twenties and enjoying life immensely. I had a good job in computing and was single with no responsibilities. I had a great set of friends, most of whom were either from university days or from work, and we enjoyed lots of socialising.The party was in full swing, with most of us having had quite a lot to drink. I was having a quiet smoke out on the terrace when this rather attractive girl came out and asked if I could light her cigarette. She had long red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a large smile. She was dressed in a tight top that accentuated her bust and a very short miniskirt that showed off her long legs.“With pleasure,” I said, holding out my lighter. “Are you also getting a bit tired of all the noise?”“Not really,” she replied, laughing, “I’m taking a break from my husband. He’s had rather a lot to drink and is getting quite loud. I’ll go back and see if I can quieten him down in a few minutes. I’m Jenny, by the way. What’s your name?”“Alan,” I answered, “pleased to meet you.”We stood there smoking and chatting. I found out that she was a friend of a friend, married, and a few years older than I was. She was at the party with her husband, Dave, who was quite an extrovert and enjoyed being the centre of attention. She, on the other hand, seemed quite shy and perhaps a little embarrassed by her husband’s antics. We finished our cigarettes and went back to the party. She pointed out Dave, who seemed to be entertaining a small group of people, mainly girls, with a succession of jokes while he drank copiously from a large glass. Jenny looked at him despairingly.“Well,” I said, “Dave seems to be quite occupied. Shall we go into the kitchen and get something to drink?”“I suppose so,” she replied, “he doesn’t look like he’s going to break away from telling stories to those girls any time soon.”As we wandered through to the kitchen I thought about her reply while I looked at her from behind, enjoying the sight of her miniskirt riding up over her buttocks. There was a mixture of irritation, jealousy, and resignation in her voice which made me wonder whether I should try to get to know her better. “What are you drinking?” I asked.“Rum and coke,” she said.I poured her a strong one and one for myself as well, before handing her the glass.“What line of work are you in?” I asked.“I’m a programmer,” she replied, “and you?”“I am too,” I said, “that’s a real coincidence.”After that, we started a long conversation of discovery about each other, where we worked, what programming languages we used, problems, etc, with both of us becoming more animated. As we talked, she became more relaxed and her body language changed, becoming less defensive and more open. She also became more tactile, sometimes putting a hand on my arm. I was beginning to get quite aroused. Not only was she good-looking and sexy, but also witty, engaging and funny – just the sort of woman I want.Soon our drinks were finished and Jenny said that she wanted to check on her husband. She left the kitchen İstanbul Escort and I wondered if she would return. If she did, I was determined to get more intimate with her. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine, to taste her kisses, to make her want me. So my heart leapt when I saw her returning after a few minutes.“Pour me another drink,” she said, “he’s absolutely drunk and refuses to go. He’d rather spend the night trying to chat up those girls. I feel so embarrassed.”“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said, pouring another drink and handing it to her, “he’s drunk. I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything.”We took our drinks and went out into the terrace again. I took out a cigarette and lit it then held it between her lips so she could take a drag before putting it between my lips.“It’s not the first time,” she said, “he often tries to chat up girls. It makes me feel as though I’m not good enough for him.”“Don’t think that,” I said, “he’s an idiot. If I were married to you, I certainly wouldn’t be looking at anyone else and I wouldn’t let you out of my sight. You’re a beautiful, sexy woman.”She looked at me with tears in her eyes.“Do you really think so?”“Yes,” I said and, leaning forward, kissed her gently on her lips. She didn’t pull back, so I kissed her again, but harder, and opened my mouth so I could suck her lips. She kissed me back, her mouth opening and her tongue searching for mine. Without breaking our kiss, I pulled her closer to me and put my arms around her. She held the back of my head, fondling my hair while our tongues danced together. Then she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, “I’m a married woman.”“It’s only a kiss,” I said, “besides, your husband isn’t exactly looking after you.”We kissed again, our tongues probing each other’s mouths. We carried on kissing for several minutes and I was becoming very aroused, forcing me to reach down into my pants and rearrange my cock to point upwards. After that, I moved my hand to feel her butt as I pressed her close to my body. She rubbed herself against me and I felt my cock jerk. She must have felt it too as it was now trapped between us. “We really must stop this, Alan,” she said, breaking our kiss, “it’s not fair on me. You’re an attractive single man, and you’re arousing me, and you know I can’t take this further.”“Shush,” I said, “just relax and let me show you how gorgeous you are,” then I brushed my lips down the side of her neck, licking the curve of her shoulders, before moving back up to nibble her ear.“You are a very beautiful woman, Jenny,” I whispered in her ear, “and extremely sexy.”“You’re damn sexy yourself,” she said, giving my buttocks a squeeze, “but we better stop before someone sees us.”“OK,” I said, “I suppose you’re right even though right now I want to kiss you all over, to make you tingle.”She smiled and we went inside.Dave was still trying to impress the girls, but looking decidedly worse for wear. Jenny went over to him and took him by the hand.“Come on, Dave, it’s time for us to go,” she said.This time he didn’t argue but rose unsteadily to his feet, clinging on to her for support. I wondered İstanbul Escort Bayan how they were going to get home as Jenny had drunk quite a lot and shouldn’t be driving. Besides, looking after her husband in his current state was going to be quite a task. Then it occurred to me that if I were to offer to drive them, I might be able to spend some more time with her.“Would you like me to drive you guys home?” I said, “you can always come back tomorrow to fetch your car.”“Oh that’s very kind of you, Alan,” Jenny said, “are you sure you don’t mind?”“Sure, it’s not a problem. Let me help you to my car.”I stepped forward and put an arm around Dave and told him to hold on to me, then we walked to my car holding him up between us. When we got there, we bundled him into the back seat and Jenny got in beside him. She gave me their address and off we went, arriving there after about fifteen minutes. Getting him out was a bit more difficult, but eventually, we managed to get him into the house and onto their bed, turned off the light, and left him snoring.“Can I get you some coffee?” Jenny asked.“Yes please,” I replied.She went into the kitchen with me following and turned on the kettle.“Thank you so much for your help, Alan,” she said, “I don’t know what I would have done.”“It’s no problem,” I said, “besides, it was really just an excuse to spend some more time with you.”“You’re absolutely incorrigible,” she said, giving me a playful punch, “I think I need to be very careful around you.”She turned back to the counter to make the coffee. I moved behind her and, putting my arms around her waist, kissed the back of her neck.“Did you enjoy tonight?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied, “I did,” then, turning around to face me, “you made me feel attractive and wanted. I felt alive.”She was right about that. I wanted her very much. I wanted to feel her body hard against mine, her cunt wrapped around my cock. I wanted to feel her writhe in ecstasy. I wanted to hear her cry with pleasure. I wanted her to experience feelings that she’d never felt before.I reached out and stroked her face then ran my fingers across her lips, which opened slightly. I felt her shoulders then ran my fingers down over her bare arms, stroking her skin, before taking a hand and lifting it to my mouth to suck her fingers. I looked into her eyes and saw them become dreamy as a smile played across her lips.“I think we should have our coffee in the living room,” she said, “would you take the tray through? I’ll join you in a minute.”I took the tray containing the cafetière and mugs into the living room and put it down on the table in front of a large couch, then waited for her. She arrived after a minute and sat down.“Thank you, Alan,” she said, sitting down and kicking off her shoes and tucking her legs underneath her. I stood over her and leaned down and kissed her, my lips pressed firmly against hers. She let her head rest back against the back of the couch and opened her mouth allowing me to explore it with my tongue. As we kissed, I reached down and ran my hand over her breasts, feeling their firm roundness. My fingers found the protrusion of her nipples and rubbed Escort İstanbul around them, feeling them enlarge and harden as she murmured into my mouth. Then she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes.“You know we shouldn’t do this, don’t you?” she said. “My husband is in the next room.”“He’s dead to the world,” I said, “and if he wakes up he’ll make a lot of noise, so we will know.”But now I knew that she wanted to go further and that the only problem was her fear of being caught. She had made her decision and I knew now that I was definitely going to fuck her. It might not be tonight, but it would happen soon.She looked at me then straightened her legs out along the couch and lay back on the armrest. I knelt down and started kissing her again while I continued to stroke her breasts through her top before sliding my hand down to her stomach and rubbing it, then lifting her top and sliding my hand underneath and upwards to feel for her breasts. To my delight, I soon discovered that she had removed her bra and I could feel the exquisite texture of her breasts. Her nipples were full and hard and she responded to my fingers rolling them with little gasps.“You naughty girl,” I said, “you took off your bra.”She smiled at my words, her eyes sparkling while, still holding her breasts, I pushed up her top with my forearms.“Oh, Jenny, your breasts are stunning,” I said, “so beautifully shaped and so full and firm.”I leaned down and licked one of her dark pink areolae, running my tongue around the puckered surface before nibbling her nipple and then sucking it in between my teeth. I heard her suck in her breath and then felt her hands on my head, holding it. I did the same to the other breast and heard her moan softly. Her breasts were truly wonderful.I felt her shift her hips on the couch, so I ran my hand down over her thigh. Her miniskirt had ridden up which gave me easy access to the soft flesh of her inner thighs which I brushed with my fingers. I felt her legs open slightly as I stroked her, so I slid my fingers slowly upwards until I could feel her panties. They were damp, very damp.I lifted my head from her breasts and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth just open with her tongue licking her lips. I wiggled my finger under her panties and felt her slit, running my fingers over her labia and then between them. She was very wet and slippery, so I probed a little deeper with my finger and felt her raise her hips when suddenly there was a noise from the bedroom. Her husband was waking up.Jenny sat up quickly and pulled down her top. I got up off the floor and, picking up my mug of coffee, sat down on one of the chairs. It wasn’t long before Dave appeared, looking decidedly dishevelled.“What are you doing here?” he asked, looking at me.“You were too drunk to drive so I drove you home. I’ll pick you up tomorrow so you can fetch your car.”“Oh, thanks,” he said, “I think I’ll go back to bed. Jenny, are you coming?”“I’ll just see Alan out of the door then I’ll be there,” she said.Dave stumbled off back to the bedroom. I stood up and thanked Janet for the coffee then made my way to the front door. Jenny followed and opened the door to let me out.“I really enjoyed tonight, Alan,” she said, “but we really can’t do this.”“I’m going to make love to you, Jenny. You know it and so do I. I don’t know when it will be, but it will happen,” I said, then leaned forward and kissed her passionately before stepping outside and getting into my car.