The Good Wife
Southern West Virginia can get lonely sometimes.
Especially when you get up before everyone else in the house to prepare the day for everybody.
Lunches made. House cleaning begins. Laundry underway.
The fact remains: there are people to take care of.
The Good Wife. The Good Mom. She makes sure it happens.
There is something so pure and beautiful in this. “But is this it?”, she keeps asking herself?
Mr. “give me a blowjob while I cheat on you behind your back and give you boring sex with no passion or orgasms” is really pushing his luck this time. He has no idea where her head is at, because he doesn’t seem to take the time to find out.
A hot young brunette with a smartphone. Uh-oh.
“He thinks he calls all the shots, doesn’t he? What a fucking dumbass.”
One night, the tattooed young vixen opened up her Tumblr app, and to her surprise, she was thoroughly wet at the thought of another man.
A real man.
A man with a shaved head. A man who travels for business. A dominant man. A passionate man.
A man who represents everything her cheating, dead lay husband isn’t.
A man with blog. A very, very passionate blog.
He flirted, as he tends to do.
He told her to touch herself while he described in vivid detail all the ways he would make her body feel intense pleasure. Each way he would make her cum.
He left no detail out.
So she touched.
And she kept touching. And before she knew it, she had put herself in a place in her mind, where they were meeting. In a hotel. Just west of DC.
And she kept touching. She closed her eyes. And she fingerered herself and spit on her hand and rubbed three orgasms in succession right out of her body, until she was more sexually fulfilled from a man a time zone away than ever by the asshole who takes her for granted, daily.
She knew. She needed this.
But as Thanksgiving came and went, she lost all contact with him. She kept her app but moved on with her life.
Sometimes she thought back to the sexual fantasies of him and her. She even remembered this post directed specifically at her, written in a fantasy tone, for the whole world to see. This one post. Hmmm.
That one made her cum many times over.
One Saturday night, as she was getting ready for bed, she checked her Tumblr.
A message. From him.
“Hi beautiful. In case you are still interested…Dulles: arrival Sunday night. Leaving Friday. Dulles Hyatt in Herndon, VA. I’m all yours, every night if you so please. Let’s see if you have the balls.”
A flood washed over her. “Holy shit. An hour drive. Do I do it?”
After an hour she came back down to earth and decided “No. I don’t even know this fucking guy. What the fuck was I even thinking before?”
But she made one crucial mistake in her aim to dismiss him.
Before bed, she read the blog. She revisited the messages. Before she knew it, she was touching herself again.
She read the passion in his voice. She read the detailed vivid depictions of making a woman cum, in so many ways, that it only could be written by someone who is clearly speaking from experience.
Someone, who knew what he was doing.
She wanted that. Bad. So fucking bad.
She already knew before making any decisions what was going to happen next. That her mind was made up for her. So she called a sitter the next day, and filled her tank with gas. She would drive out there, not tell him, and back out if she needed to.
Monday night, 4:58pm she is waiting in the Hyatt lobby. She spots him in a Brooks Brothers suit make a bee line for the elevator, not noticing her off in the distance.
She says nothing. Gets up. Walks behind him. And follows him into the elevator.
Still not noticing her, he says politely “what floor?”.
She replies, “Yours”. Their eyes meet. And now he knows instantly.
No words. No nothing. They exit onto the seventh floor and room 758’s door swings open and she walks right in behind him.
Still no words. Technically, they never have actually spoken to each other. Ever, besides the brief three words in the elevator.
He walks in, sits down, and is thoroughly enthralled by the nervousness in the Good Wife.
Then she hears his deep voice.
“Kitten, you have nothing to worry about. No expectations. If you want to just talk, that’s fine. I’ll order us up some drinks and we can just…”
“Shut up,” she said. “You are going to fuck me better than you have ever fucked anyone. You are gonna make me cum so hard my head is going to spin. You are going to dominate every part of me.”
He says, “Now it’s your turn to shut up. Get on your knees. And crawl to Daddy.”
And she did. Ass up. Slow and seductive. She crawled across the floor like a beautiful Kitten.
As she did he pulled his already hard cock out and she engulfed him as she reached him.
Immediately they were naked. Her beautiful fucking naked body was art to him.
“This bitch is going to get hit with everything I have”, he thought.
Swallowing her clit and fingering her, she made him work for it, but soon enough he had her flipping around as orgasms number 1 and 2 hit her.
He grabbed her by the hair and threw her down and shoved what God gave him deep inside her wet and beating, orgasm-riddled pussy.
Her noises were infectious. Screams that no doubt anyone on the floor heard. She didn’t care either. This was her chance to unwind.
And so she did.
Climbing up on him and pounding her O spot, her best orgasm yet flooded over her. Completely overwhelmed with a rush she never gets to feel, even when she masturbates.
An orgasm from deep within.
Head to toe. Lasting for an eternity.
“Fuck me right back. Hard”, he said.
She kept bouncing on him, driving his cock into her as he pounded right back into her as hard as he could.
Their bodies colliding at their most sensitive parts.
He grabbed her by her hair pulled her down. Tossed her around like a rag doll. Hands on her hips, bending her over, and fucking driving his cock as hard as he possibly could deep inside her until she screamed and moaned.
Another orgasm flooded over her. Deep from within and again she was wrecked.
Shaking legs. Knees buckling inward as she just dwelled in the feeling of the dick inside her.
Yanking her by the hair he watch her cum one last time and then grabbed her and pushed her down to her knees so he could stand above her as he came.
“Open up, Babydoll.”
And she opened that beautiful mouth and took in all the cum he had to offer.
She fell straight back and was thoroughly wiped out from a man she hardly knew but completely trusted. Completely knew. But hardly knew at the same time.
She said, “What was your name again? I can’t fucking believe I’m asking that.”
And they both practically died laughing.