I was married and searching for a guy withwhom I could have regular sex. Paul lived in a unit near the uni so it was convenient and private. Somewhere...we could enjoy ourselves without being outed.Our relationship had progressed from wanking and sucking each other to more intimate and caring sex. For instance, we would kiss and talk to each other about our feelings for one another. We would spend afternoons naked in bed exploring every inch of each other's bodies, caressing, fondling, sucking.. “Are you in any pain, sweetheart?” she asked. Maggieshook her head that she wasn’t. “I think I understand then,” she softly remarked.Leaning over she softly whispered in Maggie’s ear,“Honey, I love to suck a big cock, too, but dear, rightnow the care of your back is more important thanfeeling one swell and then surrender to you.”Wanting to do a good deed had not worked out well.Things seemed to be going from bad to worse, and thequicker I could. That was about all the information I gave him. He was into it, and said he'd stop by the d**g store on the way over and by me a pair of panties. He also promised to only call me by my girl name Veronica. About 1/2 hour later he showed up at my hotel. I opened the door and he came in. He was taller than me which was nice (but not toweringly so) and probably around 45, not particularly good looking but not ugly either. Mostly, and this was important, he was masculine and virile and seemed to want. School reputations are on the line here. So I completely understood."All right then we will keep going. But you let me know if it starts to hurt too much," I said.I knew she would push herself probably a bit too much this first time, showing me she could handle it, so I kept a watchful eye on her reactions, and the first sign of wincing or pain I would stop. The pain from breaking her hymen had faded by now so that made it easier to judge her tolerance.I pushed in deeper and she moaned as she.