A fatal affair

Why do you pick up adults and mature men for the relationship? I asked Rosanne a question with irritation and a disturbing mood. She smiled and came closer and gripped my arm with affection in her eyes. She was calm and spoke in a hushed voice. I have been without a single adult male in my family since I was born. My mom had been single and remained without a man until I turned eleven. My mom raised me; she was loving and angry at the same time and complaining about her singleton life filled with frustration without a man.
Rosanne said, "I want a company of an adult man to feel his touch, talk, and smile in romantic moments. I like the mature actions of a man with his authority and command. I love to get mesmerized by his magic and strength in bed." Her talking appeared normal, as if she was talking in a dream.
She ended her conversation, "It is you." I was surprised and nonplussed to hear her.
She picked up a bottle of wine and poured in two glasses. She handed one to me. I couldn't figure out what would be the next surprise for me. Her mind was working on imagination. Finally, she sat down next to me and sipped from her glass. She asked me to take a sip too. I reluctantly took a sip and played it in my mouth rather than swallow it. She further told me that she wanted an adult man who is sweet, loving and caring in public and personal moments. I should be able to talk to him about everything and anything without an iota hesitation.
Above all, he is super good in bed. I can talk to him about men, their behaviour, liking, disliking and preferences. I was listening to her.
She said, "You are the one I can speak to about anything, and you never get upset."
"I also want to take care of my man in our loving moments in bed. So, I explore the world of human relationship, sensuality and sex with you."
I could not figure out where she got to speak with such courage and boldness. I have known her for the last ten years. She grew up from a baby to a charming young woman. I explained that it wasn't possible and would not happen because of my relationship with her mother.
She finished her drink and said, "I know it, but we are not hurting anyone if I play with you.
She poured another drink for herself and added to my glass also. I was still sinking in my thought about crazy Rosanne. She came closer to take my hand. She took my hand to touch her face to feel her softness and innocence.
She said, "This is our romantic evening; let's play and enjoy it. I shall share a secret with you."
I responded to her call. We began to play; her hands were running on my chest. She was teasing me. She also placed my hand on her breast and told me, "It is yours now, play hard and get me excited."
She unbuttoned my shirt and unbuckled my pant. I also got excited, and my hardness was obvious. She rubbed her hand to caress me. I kissed and approached to feel her breasts, nipples and neck. I lifted her top, and she lifted her arms to let it come out. I pressed her augmented boobs, and she offered herself unhesitatingly to play freely. It didn't take us long before our kisses were firing the passion. She got excited and explored everything with her curiosity. We were in the wild game within no time.
Our kissing became foreplay, and foreplay turned hardcore sex. I noticed that Rosanne was proactive in her moves. She was more intuitive that what she liked and what she wanted. She played freely, and a moment came when she was on her hand and knees with her vagina high in the air to receive me. I touched her with my tip to tease her and entered her. She was very receptive and wanted to dig and plough her deep passage.
She turned and went on her back with her legs wide spread her legs and her crack was glistening with our mutual fluid. I rubbed on her clit, and she had an orgasm. I pushed too deep inside, and she asked me to pump her hard. I followed her. I also reached the climax as I pumped her deep. I shot my cum inside her; each shoot excited her. We finished our lovemaking session and took a shower to refresh ourselves.
We had another drink and conversation about her feelings. I understood the reason for her being with a mature adult man where she could be treated and loved in the sense of her choice, unlike dove-love of teens. I was much more comfortable now and ready to take her under my wings. We had three sessions of hard sex during the night. She switched our roles and allowed each other to enjoy our sensual moments. We woke up late in the morning. We had coffee and went out for breakfast.
She said, "I feel a woman now how you treated me."
She knew what I was thinking. She remembered what she had promised at night to share a secret.
She read my face and said, "Are you worried about my mom if she finds out. She would be furious that you had sexual relations with me."
She said, "I know you loved her, and she loved you too." Suppose she brings up the matter of our involvement. You ask about her affair." She kissed me, turned on her car and drove and disappeared in a minute."
I was thinking about it. It was new information to process and digest. I wasn't aware of it. It was hard for me to believe. It forced me to think about her mom's affair. I wished that Rosanne was wrong. But I was in jeopardy.
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