Your phone buzzes quietly on your desk. You pick it up, glancing down at the screen. A text message. “So, about tonight… Did you just want some different dialog in bed, or did you wanna, like, go all out?”
You type out a quick reply without any hesitation. “All out.”
Several minutes later your phone buzzes again. “In that case, meet me after work. The Westin on 5th. Room 232.”
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A few hours later I hear a knock. I switch off the hotel TV and walk over to the door. I open it, seeing you standing there, little cotton dress, your work-bag hanging over your shoulder. You look anxious. “Do you want to come in?” I ask, stepping back and gesturing for you come inside. You walk in and I catch your bag just as you drop it from your shoulder. I walk a few feet away and put your bag down on the chair, immediately crossing the room stand in front of you.
“What did you tell your husband?” I ask, reaching out to hold your hands.
“Work,” you reply, taking a small step towards me, weaving your fingers between mine, looking up at me. “What did you tell your wife?”
I take another small step towards you, until we’re just inches from each other, lifting our hands up and holding them against my chest. “That I had a very important meeting,” I whisper.
You smile up at me. “Well then,” you whisper, pushing up onto your tip-toes, bringing your lips to mine. “That means only one of us was lying.” You kiss me softly, lightly sucking my bottom lip as you pull away, settling back onto your heels. Your breathing is heavy. Your eyes fall to the ground, your hands gently squeezing mine.
“You seem nervous,” I say after a moment.
You look up at me, your eyes softening as you take a deep breath. “I’ve just wanted this for a long time,” you whisper.
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I whisper back, leaning in to kiss you again, deeper this time. My tongue dances across your lips as I let go of your right hand, raising your left one between us. I softly grip your wrist with one hand as my fingers slide across your palm. You feel my fingers pull gently at your wedding band, instinctively trying to pull away, but my grip tightens just enough to keep you still. I twist your ring in my fingers, guiding it past the first knuckle. “Tonight,” I say, locking eyes with you as I pull the ring completely off your finger, “you belong to me.”
You close your eyes slowly, holding them closed, breathing deeply. I don’t know if you’re savoring the moment or coming to terms with what you know is about to happen. You open your eyes slowly, meeting mine, all the doubt washing from your face. “Every part of me.” You watch me close my fingers around your ring, sliding off my own, dropping them both into my pocket.
You sigh, breaking the tension, stepping backwards and letting go of my hands. You walk across the room, stopping at the foot of the bed, looking down at the small pile of condoms. You pick them up and turn to me, raising your eyebrows with a small laugh.
“Are we going to need those?” I ask, walking towards you.
“No,” you shake your head playfully, “not if you can promise not to cum inside me.”
“I promise,” I reply without any hesitation, stopping a few feet from you.
“I’m serious,” you say, taking a step forward, looking up and kissing me gently. “It’s my one rule,” you whisper, “at least for today.”
“At least for today?” I lift one eyebrow, smiling down at you.
“At least for today,” you say again, pivoting so that my back is to the bed.
“I promise, I’ll be good. Besides, I’ve waited so long to see my cum dripping from those perfect lips of yours.”
You let out a small moan and a naughty smile. “That works for me,” you say, pushing me back onto the bed, throwing the handful of condoms onto the floor across the room as you drop to your knees. You run you fingernails up my thighs, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants in one motion. I feel your hand on my cock for the first time, stroking in long, slow strokes as you pull it into view. One last firm downward stroke and you stop, gripping the base, watching it throb in your hand. You stare for a minute, looking mesmerized, watching it jump with every tiny movement of your hand. My voice finally breaks the silence.
“Regrets?” I ask, looking down at you.
You give another firm stroke, pushing down at the base again, watching the head of my cock swell. “Only that I waited so long to do this,” you say, not taking your eyes off it. You put your other hand on top of the first, wrapping both hands around cock, twisting as you slowly slide both hands up and down. I let out a loud groan and throw back my head, as my cock swells even more, feeling like it’s going to burst. A small stream of precum flows from the tip, spilling down around your fingers, making your hand slide easily up and down the shaft.
I look down at you and run my hand through your hair, finally making look away from my cock, looking up to meet my eyes. “You don’t have to wait another second,” I say, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of your head, pulling you towards me. Your eyes close as your mouth opens, letting out a deep moan as your lips wrap around the head of my cock, sucking hard for several seconds before pulling your mouth off with a loud *pop*.
I let go of your hair and lean back on the bed, watching you lower your mouth onto me again, this time even deeper, letting out the same deep moan as before. I feel myself hit the back of your mouth, your tongue swirling around me as you pull out again, sitting back on your heels. You pause for a moment, looking at me with a determined look, taking a deep breath before plunging your mouth back down on my cock, bouncing your head furiously up and down, pushing me deeper into your throat with every thrust. You moan louder and louder each time, every moan cut short as you gag dramatically, never slowing down. Spit spills down my balls onto the hotel bed, your eyes are shut tight but I watch small tears roll down your cheeks every time you choke.
After what seems like an eternity, you finally sit up, letting my cock fall from your lips as you try to catch your breath. You look up at me, breathing heavily, spit running down your chin. You make no effort to wipe it, letting it wash down your neck, over your chest, disappearing under your dress. After a few deep breaths you rest the side of your head on my thigh, feigning exhaustion, loosely gripping my cock. You look up at me with puppy-dog eyes, scooting forward just enough lightly suck my balls. You blink innocently a few times before whispering, “Does your wife suck your dick like that?” in the softest, sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
“Never,” I mutter, shaking my head, completely entranced by what is happening to me.
You furrow your brow, pretending to pity me. “That’s because,” you whisper as you sit up, lightly kissing up the shaft of my cock, “your wife isn’t a filthy little whore.” As the last word leaves your mouth you wrap your lips around the head of my cock, sucking hard, swirling your tongue, making my eyes roll back in my head.
You finally release me with another *pop*, startling me back down to earth. I look down at you kneeling there, your spit-covered chin, that small smile, those big eyes. “Do you suck your husband’s dick like that?”
“No,” you say, firmly grabbing my cock, plunging your mouth down onto me without warning, hitting the back of your throat almost immediately. You gag, pulling out and wiping your chin. “My husband is too nice,” you say, licking up the entire length of my cock. “He doesn’t use me like I’m supposed to be used,” you say, swallowing my entire cock again.
When I hit the back of your throat and you start to gag, I sit up and grab two handfuls of hair, holding my cock in your throat as your body wretches. Once, twice, three times, not letting you up until I feel you frantically tap my thigh. “Jesus fucking christ,” you scream as you throw your head back, gasping for air, a huge smile across your face. “But you on the other hand,” you saying, standing up, kissing me as deeply as I’ve ever been kissed. “You know exactly how to fucking use me.”
You stand up as I grab your ass with both hands, firmly pulling you towards me, making your cotton dress ride up your waist. I pull it up a little further in front, exposing your bare pussy, freshly shaven. I look up at you, squeezing your ass through the fabric. “No panties?” I whisper. You shake your head, smiling down at me. “Good girl,” I say, pulling you towards me, hungrily licking and sucking your clit, feeling your body tense up at the surprise. After a few seconds I stand up, taking a step to the side. I grab your throat as I lean towards you, firmly pushing you back onto the bed. I snatch off your shoes, throwing them behind me, roughly pushing your dress up around your waist as you raise your hips off the bed, waiting for my mouth.
I dive on top of you, burying my face between your legs, my tongue lapping at your pussy, tasting every sweet bit of you. I feel both of your hands on my head, grabbing my hair, pulling me deeper between your legs as your hips grind on my face, beautiful obscenities pouring from your mouth as you shake your head back and forth. “That’s right, eat me. Eat me, you home-wrecking piece of shit. Make me cum on your face so I can send you home to your cute little wife and she can wonder why her husband smells like he spent the night in a hotel with a dirty fucking whore.”
Your words get louder and louder, your hips moving faster and faster. I feel your hands grabbing my hair tighten, your orgasm starting to build. I shove two fingers inside of you, thrusting my hand in and out, my lips wrapped around your clit, my beard tickling your perfectly shaved pussy. I feel you tighten around my fingers, your words turning to screams as you start to squirt. My hand doesn’t stop, splashing and soaking my face as your entire body tenses up, your thighs clamping down around my head.
After several moments I feel you relax, your legs releasing their grip on my head, your hips falling back to the bed. Your hands are still gripping my hair, pulling me up towards your face. I scoot up, leaning in to kiss you, putting my entire weight on you. Your tongue is everywhere, my lips, my cheeks, my chin, my neck, licking up every drop of your cum. In between licks I hear you muttering. “Fuck me, please. Please. Fuck me like he can’t. Please. Please.”
I feel your hands on either side of my face, holding my head in place. I open my eyes to see you looking deep into mine, making sure you have my attention before you speak. “Fuck me like your wife is watching.”
That was all the inspiration I needed, thrusting my cock into you, holding at the deepest point, watching you throw your head back and scream, “yessssss.”
I hold it right there until you lower your head to look at me. “I have to know,” I say, moving my hips subtly, making my cock jump inside you, “why is it just today that I can’t cum inside you?”
You hesitate, tensing up with every small thrust. “Tell me,” I say, my hips picking up speed.
“Because,” you reply, in between deep breaths, “I’m ovulating right now.”
“Jesus,” I say, not slowing down. “Should we stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” you growl, pushing your hips up to meet my thrusts, grunting every time my balls slap against your ass. “Don’t you fucking dare stop. Ever. I fucking need it. I need to feel you fill me up. I don’t give a fuck about any of it. I need to go home and feel your cum dripping down my thighs while I tell my husband about my day. I need to feel your cum leaking out from around my husband’s cock later tonight when he fucks me in our bed.”
It’s too much, I can’t hold on any longer. I push up onto my hands, throwing my entire weight down into you, again and again. “I need to fucking cum inside you, baby,” I scream. “I want you to make that motherfucker eat it out of your pussy before you fall asleep tonight. I want him to fall asleep wondering what that taste is on his tongue. I want your husband to find out about us when he finds a positive fucking pregnancy test. You are fucking mine. Do you understand? You’re mine.” My entire body tenses, cum pouring from my cock.
The sheer depravity of it all, feeling my cum hit your cervix as my body pounds into you, pushes you over the edge. “Yes, baby. I’m all yours,” you scream, wrapping your legs around me. “Give me everything. Knock me up. Make it so there’s no turning back.” Our orgasms climax at the same time, your pussy tightening around my cock, draining every last drop into you. I let myself fall on top of you, both of us breathing heavily, your legs still tightly wrapped around me. We lay there for what feels like forever, until I finally roll off of you, looking over at the clock on the bedside table.
“Oh shit,” I say, sitting up. “It’s 9:30, we’re late to pick up the kids.”
“Fuck!” you reply, “Did you drive?”
“Yeah, I can pick them up,” I say, zipping up my pants and leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Meet you at home?”
You smile up at me and laugh. “Meet you at home. Love you.”
“Love you!” I say, tossing your wedding ring onto the bed.
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