The title above, in my view, faithfully reproduces the definition of lust, especially as it relates to what is contained in the ninth and tenth Christian/Jewish commandments, that is, coveting your neighbor’s wife, who also belongs to someone else. And in that respect, I believe that the vast majority of men covet another man’s woman. And this lust has nothing to do with possession, but with conquest. As for me, personally, I have never had any interest in married women.

Not because I feared possible retaliation, or because I put on a false puritanism. I have never made a creed of it; it is true that, on more than one occasion, I twisted my neck, eyeing a more prominent ass, or the more sinuous curves of women on the street, but at no point did I go after them with the intention of harassing or taking advantage.

However, there was one occasion when that happened without my having any control over the situation. There was a mature woman, with a body whose shape attracted me more than usual (plus size), whom I saw every day when I was heading to and from work. Her name was Ivone, and she had a snack-and-juice kiosk at the entrance to the parking lot where I left my car.

Ivone was a deliciously appealing woman and had a very warm way of talking; she had bright, lively eyes that betrayed a camouflaged sensuality, like a volcano that could, at any moment, explode with horniness and desire. Her body was a vibrant musical note, with voluptuous, alluring curves, even though she was over fifty.

Usually, I greeted her effusively in the morning when I arrived at work and in the afternoon when I returned home; on every occasion, Ivone was welcoming and very friendly. Her smile and her cheer captivated me, but that was as far as it went. I did not know her more intimately, and knew nothing about her or her personal life.

One day, when I was heading to the parking lot to pick up my car and go home, I found Ivone getting ready to head home as well. I greeted her with my usual cheer and got a greeting back, along with a huge smile. Without thinking of the consequences, I risked making a comment.

-Can I tell you something, my beauty? - I asked, with an air of casualness, but serious.

-Of course you can! - she replied, with another beautiful smile.

-If you’re married - I said - he’s a very lucky man.

-I am married, yes! - she replied, without losing her sway - But my man never notices what he has at home.

I don’t know how to explain why, but that sentence sounded different to me … I couldn’t interpret it as provocative, only as the outburst of an unhappy woman. I moved a little closer to her and we started talking about it. After a few minutes, Ivone confessed to me that her husband was a good man, honest and hardworking, who had never failed to fulfill his obligations as a husband … but the same did not apply to his obligations as a male.

That comment hit me like a bombshell, and suddenly I began to think that this conversation was moving toward something more intimate. Since Ivone had already closed up and locked the kiosk, I invited her to have a coffee at a place nearby. Ivone hesitated at first, but after a few minutes, she gladly accepted the invitation.

Since the place was very close, we went on foot, walking and talking, without my insisting on the matter concerning her husband. We sat at a small table and ordered two espressos. We drank and talked a little more, still keeping her marriage on the sidelines.

We had finished our drinks and I asked if she wanted anything else, and Ivone looked at me and, after a few minutes of silence, began a huge, uncontrollable outpouring. She said my compliment had ignited something inside her and made her rethink her married life. She confessed that her husband had been her first and only man. They had met very young, and like all young people, they got involved, she got pregnant, they married and went to live together … all of it very early, with no other experiences or involvements.

At first, she continued, everything was a burning, limitless desire. Ivone and her husband fucked every day, in every part of the house, and enjoyed themselves in every possible way … until … everything suddenly cooled off. Simply put, that relationship was lost. Her husband withdrew, worked hard to provide for her and their son, but at the same time, the lust was gone.

Ivone also confided that she suspected her husband had another woman (or women, she wasn’t really sure), and that she had been relegated to the role of mother, housekeeper, and contributor to the household income … just that and nothing more! At that moment, her beautiful eyes welled up with tears and I felt like a scoundrel, bringing to the surface all the frustration of a woman who was badly loved.

I tried to comfort her, saying that perhaps her suspicions were nothing more than that, just suspicions, and that in the future her relationship would go back to what it had been (it’s true I said this without a shred of credibility!). Ivone smiled at me and thanked me for trying to console her, but she knew her marriage had, once and for all, lost its reason for being.

Instinctively, I took her hand and squeezed it hard; Ivone looked at me with those eyes still shining beneath held-back tears and smiled. I paid the bill and we went back to the parking lot, since her car was parked there too. On the way, she stopped, looked at me, and asked if I could hug her. And the next moment, I had that delicious woman in my arms, feeling her warmth, her lovely scent, and her sweet breath.

We held each other, with no desire whatsoever to let go. I could feel a wave of desire taking shape inside me, with impulses to kiss her and tell her how desirable and alluring she was. And the kiss that followed was a natural consequence of what we felt for each other at that moment, because it was a hot, provocative kiss full of lust.

Suddenly, Ivone pulled away from me, apologizing and saying that this was a mistake we shouldn’t repeat. She apologized more than once and left without looking back. I stayed there, frozen in place and incapable of any reaction. I didn’t like what had happened, mainly because it was not my intention to hurt Ivone or even touch an open wound. I went home with a bad taste in my mouth …

The next day, when I arrived at the parking lot, I felt embarrassed to run into Ivone, and I even thought about avoiding her, because I still felt uneasy inside. However, I gathered my courage and went ahead. And, to my surprise, she wasn’t there. Her kiosk was closed and that made me even sadder.

At the end of the afternoon, when I returned to the parking lot, I had another surprise; the kiosk was still closed, but Ivone was there! She seemed to be waiting for someone, and it didn’t take long for me to realize that that someone was me! I took a deep breath and approached her, bracing myself for the worst.

When we met, Ivone simply jumped into my arms and kissed me ardently, almost leaving me breathless and unable to react. In the moments that followed, I let instinct speak louder than conscience, and returned the kiss with another one, even hotter and wetter.

Ivone’s hands ran over my back, pressing me against her and allowing me to feel once more the delicious warmth of that woman’s body. When we parted, she looked at me, staring fixedly into my eyes and making it clear that the kiss meant something more.

-Take me to bed? - she asked in a voice almost a whisper - Please, make me feel like a woman again … I really need that!

-Come with me? - was the phrase that came out of my mouth without any modesty.

-No! - she replied - Not today … tomorrow morning … can it be? Or can’t you?

-Of course I can! - I exclaimed - Whenever you want, I …

-Tomorrow, then - she interrupted - I’ll wait for you here … around nine … is that okay with you?

I nodded in tacit agreement. Ivone kissed me once more and left without looking back. On the way, I couldn’t think of anything other than that request made by a married woman, which had ignited a mad lust in me. It may sound unbelievable, but that night I couldn’t have dinner and sleeping was a Chinese torture, with the minutes seeming like centuries, dragging on with a slowness that tested the limits of my sanity.

It was five in the morning when I decided I could no longer lie there. I got up, took a shower, and shaved. I left home a little after six, terse and unable to think of an excuse, whether for my wife or to justify my absence from work, thinking only of Ivone and her phrase, which echoed in my mind: “Take me to bed?”

It wasn’t seven o’clock when I parked my car and turned off the engine. I leaned back in the seat, thinking about what was about to happen … I was going to bed with a married woman! For most men that might seem commonplace, routine even … but for me, it was different … something I had never thought of doing or that had ever been part of my private universe of fantasies.

I dozed off, and when I woke up, it was past eight-thirty. I got out of the car and went to have a coffee to perk up and wake myself. When I returned to the meeting point, I saw Ivone waiting for me. She was wearing a black dress a little above the knees and, I confess, I had never seen her legs before, and they were beautiful! I stopped and took a deep breath, thinking “all or nothing,” and moved forward. As soon as she saw me, she gave a nervous, unsettling smile.

For a moment, the idea that she had backed out of our meeting haunted my mind and I felt a tightness in my chest. However, as soon as I stood in front of her, Ivone hugged me and kissed me with the same ardor as before. We stayed there, wrapped around each other, kissing like two teenagers crazy about one another, and when we pulled apart, I took her hand and led her toward my car.

We got in and I drove toward a motel in the area. During the ride I felt Ivone’s hand rest on my thigh and a shiver ran through my whole body. At the reception desk, while I asked for a suite and the clerk took our IDs, Ivone slid her hand up to my groin and felt the hard cock swelling inside my pants. I looked at her and got a shy smile in return.

Once inside the suite, I could feel my partner’s discomfort, because it was clear she hadn’t ventured into an adventure like that in a long time. She kept looking at the round bed, the mirrors on the side walls and on the ceiling, everything with a mixture of curiosity and restrained excitement. I moved closer and hugged her from behind, feeling her warmth and kissing the back of her neck, while my bulge pressed against her firm ass.

Ivone wrapped her arms around my hands and surrendered to my kisses and caresses. Soon she turned toward me and we kissed again. Then Ivone pulled away a little and began to undress; she slipped off the dress and let it slide to the floor, showing me all her nakedness, because at that moment I realized she was wearing nothing else underneath.

Her nipples were stiff and her skin seemed to tremble, showing an insinuating involuntary sway. I was paralyzed by the exuberance of my partner, who was one hell of a woman. Ivone came closer to me again and, with an embarrassed look, stammered a request.

-Take off your clothes …, I’m getting self-conscious like this …

In minutes, I was naked, and Ivone looked at me, examining me closely, especially when her eyes settled on my groin. The next moment, Ivone had my cock in her hands, squeezing it lovingly and stroking my balls, while I sucked on her delicious breasts, feeling the mature texture of her swollen nipples between my lips. I held those beautiful melons in my hands and alternated between sucking and licking them, driving my partner crazy with lust.

While savoring those beautiful tits, I brought one of my hands to Ivone’s pussy, and after a quick exploration, I realized she was wet and her clit was swollen; I began to finger it lovingly, feeling that my touch was giving her a certain dose of arousal. Suddenly, Ivone pulled me by the cock toward the bed and threw herself onto it, dragging me along with her.

I fell on top of her hearing her beg me to fuck her; Ivone showed a certain desperation that, I believe, at that moment came from the possibility of freeing herself from the abstinence forced on her by her husband’s current absence. I buried my cock in her cunt in one thrust, making Ivone gasp and grind her teeth. I was afraid of causing her more pain than pleasure, and asked if she was okay; she nodded.

I started deep thrusts, with a feeling of discomfort, since Ivone was not fully lubricated, proceeding carefully so that we wouldn’t hurt each other. While we fucked, I couldn’t feel that Ivone was enjoying that fucking, as if the discomfort caused by penetration brought her unwanted sensations. I kept going, and after a while I noticed Ivone resisting my thrusts with a tightened face.

At one point, I stopped moving and got off of her, lying down beside her. I hugged Ivone and looked at her, worried about that beautiful woman and her inability to feel pleasure. Suddenly, she began to whimper and I, deeply concerned, asked what was happening.

-I’m sorry, my handsome - she said, her voice heavy with shame - I think I made you waste your time and money on me …

-Not at all! - I replied tenderly - Don’t be like that; don’t blame yourself …, this happens …, after all, you’ve been dry for a long time.

-That’s my fate! - Ivone blurted out in frustration - Even at the beginning of my marriage I always had a lot of trouble coming …, and I think that ended up tiring my husband out.

I held her in my arms, reflecting on what she had said; it was truly an awkward situation and I felt obliged to give some pleasure to that badly loved wife. After a few minutes, an idea came to me.

-Have you ever been eaten out? - I asked her point-blank.

-Me? No! Of course not! - she exclaimed with a certain air of modesty.

Then I asked her to spread her legs for me; Ivone resisted, saying that wouldn’t solve anything and that this was a problem with no solution. I insisted, even asking her to close her eyes. Faced with my insistence, Ivone saw no other alternative but to do what I had asked; she spread her legs and I went down between them, burying my face in her pussy and starting to lick her lovingly.

I tended to the outer lips, the surrounding area, and after some time, I began to work on the clit. It is true that the sensations took a while to appear, but when that process began, Ivone reacted beyond my expectations. She started moaning and writhing, driven mad by the spasms and shivers running through her body. Likewise, I felt her pussy become a little hot, fast-flowing stream with a sweet-and-sour taste, showing that she was feeling pleasure.

-Holy shit, that’s insane! - she exclaimed while gasping and sighing - No one had ever eaten me out …, it’s delicious …, and you, you naughty thing, you’re very good at it!

I felt rewarded; after all, I had managed to give my partner some pleasure, and the confirmation came moments later when she shouted, at the top of her lungs, her first orgasm with me.

-Uiiiiiiiiii! - she moaned - So good! I’m …, I’m …, coming, Ahnnn!

I went on with my endeavor, sucking and licking that pussy all slicked up and making my partner come a few more times. Her body trembled and her skin broke out in goosebumps as she kept repeating that she was coming like never before!

Without giving her a break, I asked Ivone to get on all fours and when she positioned herself, I got behind her and buried my cock in her cunt. Ivone moaned loudly and delighted in the penetration. At the same time, I leaned forward and, with one hand, started lovingly fingering her clit, without neglecting the repetitive, intense back-and-forth motions.

-Ah, like this is so good! - she praised, while throwing her ass against the hard cock, in synchronized movements - Yes, my lust …, don’t stop …, make me your female!

We fucked for a long time, and Ivone experienced another delicious sequence of successive, abundant orgasms. I felt like a fulfilled male, because I had done something I was proud of: giving pleasure to a woman who, for a long time, had not really known the meaning of that word.

-I don’t think I can take it anymore! - I said almost shouting - I need to come!

-Not inside me, please! - Ivone begged - I don’t take the pill and I can’t get pregnant like this.

Immediately, I pulled my cock out of my partner and asked her to finish the “job.” I knelt on the bed while Ivone gave me a vigorous handjob that brought me to orgasm in a few seconds. I ejaculated like an animal, grunting and breathing hard, while jets of cum were sprayed everywhere. When it was all over, I collapsed beside Ivone, falling into a heavy sleep.

I woke up a few hours later to Ivone’s caresses, as she stroked my cock and licked my nipple; that got me so aroused that I felt my dick harden immediately. Ivone stopped stroking it and began massaging it, leaving me even more “cocked and ready.” But when I made to climb on top of her, Ivone squeezed my cock and looked at me with a languid gaze.

-Can I ask you something? - she asked shyly and almost whispering.

-Of course you can, my beauty? - I replied, smiling at her.

-My husband - she continued - never wanted to do this …, says it’s disgusting …, that it’s no fun …, but I really wanted to …

-Wanted what, sexy? - I asked, encouraging her to continue.

-I wanted you to fuck my ass …

The phrase came with such intensity that I was caught by surprise. Fuck a virgin ass! Was I dreaming? Could it really be true?

-I’ve played with it before - she said with a somewhat naughty look - I stuck a finger in and then …

-Then what? - I asked, curious and unbelievably aroused.

-Ah, you know! - she said, very embarrassed.

-I bought a small vibrator and ... - she interrupted, afraid to go on - I think you’ll think badly of me … but it felt good … feeling that little thing inside me …

-And then ... - she went on, after a small, modest pause - I wanted to know what it’s like … you know …

I asked Ivone to turn over onto her stomach, which she did immediately. Very carefully, I parted her buttocks and buried my face in search of my partner’s little opening. Soon my tongue was delicately licking Ivone’s anus, while she moaned and sighed, full of lust. I squeezed her buttocks, opening them even more, as I had fun playing with that virgin little hole.

I drove Ivone to the edge of madness, moaning and wiggling her ass against my tongue; then I stiffened my tongue and simulated penetration. As soon as the tip of it entered Ivone’s little opening, she moaned loudly, making it clear that she liked it … a lot!

I got out of bed and ran to the side table, looking for a tube of KY; I came back with it, and after opening it, I slathered Ivone’s little ass with the gel, even sticking a finger inside her. Ivone let out a little cry, followed by a very naughty giggle.

I asked her to get on all fours and, after greasing my cock with the gel, I held her by the hips and moved toward my prize. I let the head enter slowly, and the moment it tore through my partner’s first muscular resistance, she moaned loudly and shook her ass. For a moment, I thought the pain and discomfort had been unbearable for her … I was wrong!

-Holy fuck, that feels so good! - Ivone said in a choked voice - Fucking hell! This is really good! Go on …, shove that cock inside me …

Surprised and, at the same time, aroused, I kept going, letting my cock slide into my partner with a slow, measured motion. As the cock advanced, Ivone writhed, but also held on, asking for more. Finally, I buried my cock in my partner’s hot insides and began thrusting with movements that gradually became more vigorous and faster, until we were fucking impetuously.

Ivone began to match my movements, so that we were synchronized, going in and out with my cock entering and leaving my partner’s deflowered little ass, and she moaned, sighed, gasped, and, at times, screamed, announcing the arrival of a new orgasm. She came so many times that I stopped counting, making the most of that wonderful fuck with a married woman!

After some time, I felt my energy reaching its limit and confessed to my partner that I wouldn’t be able to hold back my orgasm any longer.

-Then come! - Ivone begged - Come inside my little ass …, after all …, it belongs to you …

Once again, my partner’s phrase sounded like a delicious incentive for me to feel like the biggest male on earth … and then I came … I ejaculated copiously inside Ivone, who sighed, saying she loved that wave of hot cum taking over her insides. It was all consummated when my cock slowly softened, sliding out of my partner’s anus.

Sweaty and exhausted, we took the opportunity to doze off in each other’s arms and between wet kisses full of lust.

It was almost the end of the afternoon when I half-opened my eyes, startled by the distinct sound of the shower running. I got up and, with unsteady steps, walked to the bathroom and saw Ivone taking a refreshing shower. The sight of that naked woman bathing left me enchanted. Unlike the other times, the image of Ivone, a sexy woman, good in bed and married, naked after an entire afternoon of intense sex, gave me a strange, but also delicious, sense of being an “alpha male,” one who conquers a woman and makes her his best lover.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of my reverie by Ivone’s smile and her hand inviting me to join her in that comforting shower. I stepped into the stall and was immediately embraced by my partner, who rubbed herself against me like a needy cat, once again stirring my libido.

Honestly, I thought things might go wrong, since I didn’t feel ready; however, to my great surprise, my cock hardened, pressing against the skin of my partner’s belly, and without wasting time, she knelt and took the cock into her mouth, sucking it voraciously.

Ivone knew very well how to suck a man, and my cock bore witness to a new, sudden, and unprecedented erection, making the head pulse and my body tense up. Without further ado, I made Ivone stand up and turn her back to me, asking her to stick her ass out, allowing me to enter her in one stroke. She moaned when she felt my cock inside her once more.

We fucked under the shower, amid moans and sighs, with my hands playing with her nipples and hers caressing my body. She came twice, saying she felt rewarded by me, and it wasn’t long before I asked her to finish me off, since I couldn’t come inside her.

Ivone turned toward me, knelt again, and swallowed my cock, sucking and making with her mouth a tight, well-oiled little slit. I came, and I was even more surprised to see my partner swallowing the cum with a smile on her lips.

Night had already fallen when I parked near our meeting place so Ivone could go home. We smiled at each other and kissed several times. It seemed hard for us to part after an afternoon in which we had enjoyed each other with a closeness more intimate than any couple’s. We had talked about our lives, and in that moment of farewell, there were no longer enough words to express what we felt for each other.

-I don’t know if there will be another time - said Ivone as she opened the car door - Just as I also don’t know what my relationship with my husband will be like from today on … what I know and feel … is that it was very good, and that you were simply wonderful … thank you, truly!

Ivone did not wait for any comment from me. Instead, she jumped out of the car and left without looking back. As I watched her disappear from view, I thought about what she had told me; I wanted to tell her that my life had changed too … and that I also wanted to tell her that my marriage had not been very good for a long time … but then I thought, maybe it was better this way … everything implied, and nothing explicit …

I started the car and went home … Ivone and I saw each other many times again after our encounter, but after a few months, she sold the kiosk to her sister-in-law, who told me she had decided to open another one in a mall far from there … “better this way,” I thought, accepting the will of fate … to this day I hope that Ivone and her husband found each other again in bed … honestly …