I was tired of living this passionless life. I wanted more. A life we would be proud to tell our grandkids about and not the one someone trapped me in. We were both married, forced to play a role predicated on nothing changing. You, the husband that went to work every day, came home, watched his shows, and scheduled weekly sex. Me, the wife and mom to keep the house clean, take the kids to soccer, cook meals that are always delicious, and have boring sex on demand.
We met on social media. Typical story of a friend of a friend commenting on one of my posts. You slid into my chat and sparks flew from the beginning. At first we just sent each other vanilla selfies, but that didn’t last long. I sneaked into the bathroom to take tit shots and you would send me dick pics. It was exhilarating, though I felt guilty.
We never planned on meeting. It just happened. Both of our spouses were going to be out of town. We talked about the ramifications of us going out as if we were treating it like rational adults.
“Look, I am just as unhappy in my current relationship as you are, but you have kids and I don’t. If you aren’t comfortable with it, I totally get it.” You typed.
“I appreciate your understanding, but I need this to happen. I want you so bad! Who knows when we will get another opportunity like this? The stars have aligned!” I sent you a pic of me laying on the bed with my robe open showing you my tits and a hint of my pussy.
“You drive me crazy! I have plans to fuck you in so many ways!”
“Do it and stop second guessing yourself.”
We looked at some high priced suites in the downtown Atlanta area and messaged back and forth until we settled on the Ritz Carlton Presidential Suite. It had all the amenities in the room we needed to turn it into our fuck dungeon. We would meet Saturday evening after I dropped the kids off at my moms. I made up some excuse about a mandatory work meeting.
We agreed to not send anymore pics and limit our conversation to build up the anticipation. It worked. I had to stop myself each time I wanted to check to see if you messaged me.
Saturday evening I had my bag packed. Complete with several sexy lingerie pieces and make up. Then, I dropped off the kids.
You sent me the first message in three days. “Key is at the reception desk. Your name is Carla, Room 2401. Take your time. I will be there in an hour.”
The suite was exactly as the website advertised. I went to work. Putting on a dark red teddy with black lace overlay, black thigh-high stockings, and high heels. I am your slut tonight.
I hear the click of the door. You walk in dressed in a dark blue tailored suit and tie. You are more handsome than your pics. Without a word, you walk up to me. I am sitting on the sectional sofa with my legs crossed.
The sexual heat was like cooking bacon in a convection oven. I grabbed your suit jacket, flipping you onto the couch. Your legs slammed over the lamp stand, forcefully. The ornate glass lamp teetered and crashed, shattering as it hit the ceramic tile. I climbed on top of you, ripping off your jacket and then going for the white shirt. I grabbed the middle where the buttons meet the freshly pressed opening and pull hard as if my life depended on it. The ivory colored buttons made a popping sound as they flew. I kissed you deeply, biting at your lips and down your chin.
My teeth and mouth take in your neck, craving for satisfaction. I reach your sternum and the beginning of your cotton t-shirt. You hear the sound as I take my hands and tear the t-shirt open. You have my ass in control, smacking and digging your fingers in. I kiss down your now open chest, licking your left nipple and then the right.
I unbutton your pants and pull them down. Your cock is seeking salvation that only my body can provide. “Take me to the shower!”
You nod in approval. We get to the bathroom and you unzip the back of my teddy, kissing my neck, pushing me against the pedestal sink. I steady your advances with my hands on either side of the sink. You hold me around my waist as you lunge into my soaking wet pussy. “Harder, baby! Harder! I need to feel you harder!” I scream. You drive in with reckless abandon, moving in and out, pounding my pussy. Suddenly, the sink cracks and breaks open as you tighten around my stomach to keep me from falling. Water pours out from the broken valve.
We step into the two person standing shower as I push you hard against the glass. The pressure from your muscular physique causes it to spider glass, but it still holds us. I get on my knees and tease the tip of your cock, licking the pre-cum. My throat longs for your shaft as I move past your head. You pull me up to my feet and kiss me. I sense your fervor to experience all of me.
Water is continuing to pool from the bathroom into the kitchen. We laugh and you take me to the table, clearing the centerpiece vase of fresh flowers sending it careening onto the floor. You hoist me up and spread my legs apart, your throbbing cock inviting itself inside my pussy. I moan in pleasure as you hit my spot over and over. The ferocity of our rhythm causes the legs to buckle and the table collapses. You catch me in your arms and we keep fucking.
You carry me into the bedroom. You throw me on the bed and jump on top of me, pounding my pussy. I scream in ecstasy and your cock is twitching as we are both close to cumming. The bed slats crack underneath us as we strip the headboard screws. We cum together as our bed finally gives up, succumbing to our lust.