Feels like she has been here before. Guy online. Business travel. Lied to her husband to be here. Told work she was on vacation.
“Meet me at Convention Hall B. I’m wearing white,” she said. Both times.
Different place. Different man. Different day.
But the secret? The same secret. The one where nobody else but the two of them gets to know. Yeah, that is the same. That’s the one thing people don’t quite understand about affairs. You see, there is no PR firm for adultery. There are no pro-cheating lobbyists in Washington.
Yet, there are two simple truths about cheating, that people who don’t cheat don’t understand, and those that have, know well. First, the sex and risk and romance are just passionate and hot as fuck. Second, happy couples don’t cheat anyway. It would be a tragedy if they did. But they don’t. So clearly, something is fucking wrong anyway.
So is it really all that bad, if the sex is amazing and the other relationship sucks?
The texts on Monday at 10 AM went like this. “What hotel are you at? Monday is the Keynote Address. Where are you sitting at for the big speech?”, she said.
He replied. “Hard Rock. And I have a great front and center seat at the Hard Rock pool. I’ll never waste my time again listening to a Keynote address. Just a blowhard grandstanding. Bloody Mary’s and sun sound better”. He comes here every single year, so he would know.
“Come and join me. It’s dead. I’m literally the only one here.”
20 minutes later, she comes down looking like she should be walking in slow motion in a Baywatch scene. “Good lord, you look sexy”. She practically blushes. Hasn’t been called sexy in, well, years. Pretty unnoticed at home. She sits down next to him and he has a Mimosa filled to the top waiting for her.
They talk about nothing and then he grabs her and in a gentleman’s way, kisses her. They start getting “casually heated”, being out in the open and all, they know it really needs to go upstairs and then she realizes, at the same exact time as him, there hasn’t been one person out here at all in 15 minutes. Technically the pool is closed until noon.
This make-out session is about as vanilla as it gets.
She tells herself – “If I am fucking cheating, it better be better than this. Fuck it, I am taking charge.” Her respect for him is dropping by the second.
“Sack up, dude,” she thinks.
“Fuck it”, as she slides down to the edge of the water and pulls his cock out. “Well, hello here. At least we got one positive as this. His cock is beautiful and thick,” she thought.
Her internal dialogue tells her…”Eye contact. That is a must. I am getting in this fucker’s head. I am gonna alpha sub this dick right how I want it.”
“She is so damn sexy at this moment,” he thinks. “She has no fucking clue what is about to hit her. She thinks I am gentle. A beta boy? I am going to ruin every damn part of her and she going to beg me for more. By the end, she will have a stretched ass and be begging to cum.”
He grabs a fistful of her bangs, puts her right on the edge of the pool, and stuffs the biggest cock her tight little pussy has ever had in it. Not massive. Just bigger than anything she has known. And that slight difference, coupled with the infrequent sex she has at home, makes her feel every last bit of it.
“God damn she is tight”, he thinks. “This is like virgin pussy.”
Pounding her cervix over and over she cums right with his dick inside her and he has so much left the tank it’s not even funny.
She was sitting there with his cock inside her and 25 feet away were two people standing there. From the convention probably. But they did what any good people would do, and backed away, and headed the other direction.
“Fuck it,” he said. “Fuck me with your little tight cheating pussy. Leave your ring on. You cheating slut.”
She fucking loved hearing it. She climbed on and straddled him and bounced up and down on his cock, pushing the head of him wherever she wanted it. G spot. O spot.
And she came again.
Alright bitch.. My turn.
He bent her over and hammered away at her tight little pussy and spit right onto her pretty little asshole. And his finger approached it, but then he hesitated.
They never talked about anal.
She is a married woman with minimal sex in her past. He doesn’t even know if she will be down for it.
Before he can tease her asshole with a finger she says in an aggressive, assertive voice: “Fuck my fucking ass and don’t go easy on me.”
Immediately, he spits. Slobber is all over his cock. Spits again. Feeds it in her ass with a finger. One more time and there is plenty to help the glide.
Then pushing the head up against her pink asshole.
Pressure. The push until that little pop happens and he is in her.
“My god your cock is fucking big,” she said.
He pushes more into her. Then harder.
Then faster. A bit more. And a bit more.
Hard now. Until she says, “Fucking harder. Harder. As hard as you can.”
“Please Daddy. Please”.
And he pummels that ass with vigor until she speaks again. One more time. But this time, this time it is a plea.
One he has never heard before but always wanted to. She asks.
“Daddy, can I cum? Please please please Daddy, let me cum. Kitten, you better fucking cum. And do it now.”
And she hits her first anal orgasm ever. And he unloads right inside her now gaping asshole and his cum falls right into the Hard Rock’s water.
They both drop into the water. The gaping ass in the water feels amazing to her after just getting pounded.
They hear…”Can I cum Daddy? Please, can I cum?” Immediately they think they are being mocked. Then they realize, from other noises, they aren’t.
“Cum you little married slut!”
And the businessman and his woman apparently had the same idea, 40 feet away in the spa.
They all looked at each other, smiled, and didn’t have a word to say, so they just said nothing. But everyone knew what the other was thinking.