We had sex three or four times over the next hour or so. She told me that my penis felt different than her husbands while she was riding me, and she e...couraged me to take all the time I needed. When we finally left the bedroom, her husband looked a little bit irritated that I spent so much time fucking her, but he didn't say anything. I stayed at their house in a guest room, and the next morning when they got up and he was in the shower, I motioned for the wife to come to my room. We fucked. I feel her stiffen and read the doubt and hesitation in her eyes. I offer her another, longer, but not pressing her, just letting our connection flow, her cheek warm in the palm of my hand. I feel the tension drain away and watch her eyes slowly close. I softly flick my tongue along her lips and her mouth eases open, the tip of her tongue making a tentative advance. I meet it in the middle and slowly let them twine like two feathers dancing. She moans deep in her chest, then jerks back with a. There even was writings on the bathroom stalls that I covered up that gave her number when she first came to high school. “Damn sis your good” I said as she was sucking me deep down her throat. No gag reflexes ,a slow steady rhythm smacking her lips from time to time pulling it out of her mouth. “ I love sucking cocks”she said “there is something about the way it feels so warm and hard throbbing in my mouth that has always turned me on”, I had moved my hand down rubbing her breasts feeling her. Janet would get into too much trouble, and I just thought it wasn't right for a guy to "fuck and tell."Janet was married, and she was in her twenties. I was only fifteen, and she could get in trouble if I told. I had to protect her; I was in love with her. And now it seemed like I had to protect her from her husband, too. I had no idea what was going on, I was lost, and I couldn't find comfort in my real family. Cindy at least knew something was going on and seemed to like me.Her parents were.