Married women 3 - Anita

I can’t tell you how many people I visited with my plans, statistics and photos. Sometimes we got commitments, sometimes excuses, but I’d say about half the time I left the people either with a signature or at least with a very good feeling.One evening I was sitting in the living-room of Anita and Herman. Herman was a surly old Belgian or Dutch or Norwegian, whatever, I can’t remember, and his German wasn’t very good. His wife Anita was 30 years younger, a German with Indian roots ... a fabulously beautiful woman with fiery eyes in which I could have gazed endlessly ....Herman was sullen and defiant although Anita time and again tried to show him the good sides of the project. He kept pouring himself tiny glasses of schnaps and failed to register the glances Anita and I exchanged over and again. Anyhow, it was all to no avail, and I left their flat without success – or did I?The next day my phone rang – Anita wanted to talk over a few details with me so she could again try to persuade her husband in the evening. Could she come over? Of course she could!When I let her in, I admired her lovely attire ... what a beautiful, tall, long-legged Indian ... and I suddenly grew nervous. We went into the kitchen, I made her a special kind of tea, then we sat down at the table und talked about the project again. What I’m trying to say is that I talked about the project, Anita just stared into my eyes all the time .... All of a sudden she laid her hand on my knee and said: ‘Actually I’m not here because of the project ....’A second later I had her tongue in my mouth ... she was the most active tongue-kisser I’d ever experienced, and a fire seemed to explode inside me .... I still hesitated a bit, so she stood up, looked down at me and asked: ‘Wouldn’t you like to show me your bedroom?’ I felt like a school-boy ... I got up, took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom ... totally aroused I wanted to hug her and slowly undress her – but she had other plans!In a jiffy Anita had stripped ... of course I didn’t want to be left behind ... I felt a lump in my throat while I hastily undressed .... Without further ado, Anita laiy down on the bed ... her skin was dark all over, she had big, soft breasts with very large and hard nipples ... and loooong legs, which she spread as I approached her with my hard, erect cock ....Foreplay? Forget it! She just wanted to get fucked, and that’s what she showed me very clearly! Without wasting a thought on disease or contraception, I penetrated her ... she was soaking wet, and I was sure she didn’t have much fun in bed with her hubbie .... The thought of having sex with a beautiful, young, married woman behind the back of her husband aroused me even more ... and her probably as well .... Nevertheless I managed to hold back for quite a time ... and without any finesse, without changing positions, I fucked her missionary for what seemed like eternity ... she enjoyed it quietly, didn’t moan or scream ... but it was obvious ... every now and then I heard a soft ‘Ooooooh ....’ or a ‘Jaaaaaa ....’, and when I pulld out and shot a huge load of heavy sperm on her tummy and her breasts, she just whimpered softly, as if she were quite somewhere else ....I got up to get a facecloth and bowl of hot water with which I washed her. She just gazed into my eyes ... and I was through she got up and got dressed. I didn’t dare speak a word ... at the door she gave me long, soft kiss, whispered :’Thank you ....’ and was gone.A few days later I had mail: A contract signed by Anita and Herman .... My ‘diplomatic efforts’ had not been in vain ....I saw Anita a few times after that, but we were never alone, and with the exception of a few long, knowing glances, nothing more happened between us ... unfortunately ....