Harry discovered something new about himself on his weekend away from home.
He discovered that Helen had been right. Women did find him attractive, once he started to relax with them.
He did a very uncharacteristic thing on Saturday night. Instead of pouring over his notes from the day's meetings, he went down to the social function being held as part of the convention. There were single, attractive women present, who had been thoughtfully provided by the convention committee. Harry wondered from group to group for a while, sipping scotch as he listened to the conversations going on all around him. Gradually he became aware of a well-built blonde who had been eyeing him ever since he entered the room. He returned her smile, and was surprised to see her walking toward him.
"Hi!" she greeted him. "My name's Giselle. I'm not usually this forward, but I decided you were the best-looking man in the room, and I wanted to meet you."
Harry was taken aback. He had never gotten this kind of reaction from a woman before – except for the night with Helen. He blushed with pleasure. "Well… from a lovely woman like you, that certainly is a compliment. I'm glad to meet you. My name's Harry."
"Are you one of these scientists, Harry?"
"Yes, I am." He half expected her to look disappointed. Instead she seemed pleased.
"Oh, that's wonderful. I'm a computer programmer for the physics department at my college. I love to meet other people interested in my field."
She could have knocked Harry over with a feather after that one. He had never met a woman with a scientific mind and a terrific body, too. What a package!
Harry thought he had never spent a more pleasant evening in his life when, a couple of hours later, Giselle suggested they get away from the hotel for a while.
"A lot of scientists really are pretty stuffy." She smiled ruefully. "I could use some fresh air."
When he got outside, Harry took a big lungful of air. He was happy. It was a delight to talk to a woman who really understood what he was talking about. Especially one with such big blue eyes and such beautiful tits. He had had several drinks at the hotel. He felt like a schoolboy again – or like he should have felt as a schoolboy, and never did.
They stopped at a little all-night coffee shop for a cup of coffee. Conversation between them flowed effortlessly. Already they felt as though they had known each other for years. Except for one thing – the uninvestigated sexual attraction between them added an urgent dimension to their new relationship.
When Harry suggested they go back to the hotel, neither one of them doubted they would spend the night together. It was as inevitable as night after day.
They went to Harry's room.
As soon as they were safely inside, they fell into each other's arms and kissed long and deep. Their hands slowly explored the curves of one another's body.
"Oh Harry… you feel good!"
"So do you, Giselle. I want you so much!"
They began fumbling with their clothing. When they were naked, they stared at each other a moment, each assessing the other's body. Hers, full and firm and sensual. His hard and taut.
Her lush tits drew him to her. He bent his head and closed his lips over first one nipple and then the other. His hands squeezed the resilient flesh hungrily.
"Oooooohhh… Harry-y-y… your mouth feels good on me, Harry!" She was still moaning softly when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He lay her down on her back and stood above her. His cock was hard and throbbing, eager.
Her eyes told him more than words. "Fuck me, Harry," she said. "I can't wait!"
He straddled her and guided his stiff prick toward her craving cunt-hole. He shoved it slowly, deep up inside. She moaned ecstatically as it penetrated farther and farther into her. Harry groaned, too. He thought he had never been inside such a warm, welcoming cunt in his life.
With a twinge of guilt, he realized this was what he had been missing with Emma all along. The meeting of minds and bodies. He had had a first glimmer of insight into his real needs the night with Helen. But Helen had just been a body. Giselle was body and mind.
Right now, her body was uppermost in his thoughts. He rested his weight on his left arm, which he placed near her head. He moved his cock slowly, sensually, in and out of her clasping pussy while he looked deep into her eyes.
"It feels good fucking you, Giselle. Really good. I don't ever remember it feeling this good."
"It's good for me, too, Harry. I'm all fluttery inside. So incredibly excited, and we haven't even done much yet. Wow… it's incredible!"
Harry was almost frightened by the intensity of feelings and emotions they were both experiencing. He knew instantly that this was the real meaning of infidelity in marriage. It wasn't fucking around. It was fucking when it involved this special kind of hearts-aflutter intimacy.
He moved his prick more quickly in and out of her tight little cunt. His hands caressed her belly, her breasts, her face. It seemed the real urgency for both of them was just to get cock inside cunt. Once the bond had been sealed, they were content to just drift with the beautiful feelings. They had found a good place to be.
Gradually, though, the excitement built. Their bodies automatically began to assume a faster pace. His cock lunged faster and deeper into her opening cunt. Her pussy-mound thrust upward to meet him.
"Ooohhh… ooohh, Harry! Oh Gawd, Harry!"
The increased abandon was apparent in her voice. It was becoming more tense. There was a volcano dying to erupt somewhere deep inside her. Harry's hips thrust forward faster and faster. He had forsaken the more gentle pace of lovemaking flow in favor of brute fucking. His cock was swelling, throbbing with hunger. It wasn't going to be much longer.
"Uuuuhhh… jeez! Giselle… ohhhhhh Christ! Your pussy's so good!"
"Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me!"
They moaned and panted and sweated on the mattress for what seemed an erotic eternity. Her hips writhed spasmodically upward to meet his fitful thrusts. His buttocks clenched and shoved with piston-like regularity. They bounced on the mattress like kids on a trampoline. But this was serious business – the search for orgasm.
"Uuuuuuuuuh… ooohhhhh… Harry, I'm cumming! Aaaahhhhh!"
He had never experienced such delight in making a woman cum. His heart was beating furiously as he continued his rapid-fire pace. Then suddenly he was set free. He catapulted over the brink to join her in the fiery inferno of release.
"Jee-zuz-z-z! Me too, honey!"
They lay cradled in one another's arms, talking and laughing, until their lust again prompted them to investigate one another's bodies, more thoroughly this time.
What they learned about one another during the rest of the weekend was only enough to whet their appetite for more. Neither was sure what would become of the thing they had started. But they exchanged addresses and promised to be in touch soon.
Harry's joy at meeting Giselle turned to guilt as he got closer to home and Emma. They had made a kind of pledge to give each other another chance, and he felt he had violated that pledge.
He vowed to try to make it up to his wife. He even promised himself that he would try to get Giselle out of his mind.