Last Night On Earth
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.
Netflix In The Background
She teased and made me wait. Her long legs wrapped around mine, but she kept her beautifully shaped tits just out of reach from my hungry lips. Everything in me craved this moment.
I knew it would be an incredible weekend, but if I had known how deep we would get. It all began with a deliciously deviant text message that my best friend, Lindsey, sent me. “Boyfriend is gone for the weekend; my door is unlocked.”
She was in their shared bedroom, sprawled under the covers with a Netflix movie in the background. The smell of a cheap Victoria’s Secret perfume wafted as I undressed. Lindsey giggled, “I’ve been waiting for this,” she purred, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Her hazel eyes sparkled with desire, contrasting against her porcelain skin. I couldn’t help but admire her perfect hourglass figure, desire pooling in my stomach as I moved closer to her.
“Neither can I,” I muttered, my voice husky with need. Slowly, I traced my index finger along her collarbone, trailing it down between her breasts, revealing a teasing glimpse of lace.
“I’ve missed this,” she moaned, arching her back into my touch. She was wearing a sheer, black negligee, driving me wild. I reached for the string around her neck, teasingly loosening it, inch by seductive inch. The material fell to the floor, exposing her naked body, and the sight of her pert nipples greeted me, hardened in anticipation.
“You’re so beautiful, Lindsey,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. I leaned in, my lips just millimeters away from hers. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Our hands were frantic as we urgently undressed each other. Her soft, toned thighs gripped my hips, guiding me closer to her wet heat. I couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as I felt how ready she was for me.
“God, I want you so bad,” I groaned, my voice muffled against her neck as I kissed and nipped at her sensitive skin.
“Then take me,” she gasped, “I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
Without further ado, I slipped inside her, and we both moaned in unison. The feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping me was indescribable. Slowly, at first, I moved in and out of her, savoring every sensation. Her nails dug into my back, urging me to go faster.
Reacting to her silent command, I increased my pace, plunging more resounding and faster, our moans echoing throughout the room. Her perfect breasts bounced in time with my thrusts, and I couldn’t help but want more.
“Let me have them,” I growled, my lust-fueled haze taking over.
“God, yes,” she moaned, grasping my name as she guided my mouth to her swollen nipple. I sucked greedily, flicking my tongue over the hardened bud while my fingers teased her other nipple. Lindsey arched her back, her moans of pleasure only spurring me on.
Lost in the moment, I could think of nothing but the feeling of her velvety soft skin against mine, her intoxicating scent, and how her body responded to every touch. We moved together in perfect harmony, our hips gyrating in syncopation, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.
“Oh, I’m going to…” she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist.
“Yes, baby, cum for me,” I growled in her ear, my thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate.
With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around me, her juices coating us both. I felt her walls contracting around me, milking my orgasm from me as well. We rode the wave of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined, hearts racing in tandem.
Catching our breath, we lay entwined in each other’s arms, still joined. Lindsey’s gasping breaths began to slow as she ran her fingers through my hair, her nails lightly scratching my scalp. Encouraged by her response, I continued to suckle her swollen nipple, alternating between gentle sucking motions and flicking my tongue across the hardened bud. Her taste was intoxicating, sending shivers of pleasure straight to my core.
Her other breast yearned for attention, so I lavished it with the same attention. I circled her nipple with my tongue and then took the whole of her breast in my mouth. My free hand caressed her flat stomach, making its way down to the newly discovered sensitive area.
“Mmm, right there,” she moaned, arching her back and pressing herself into my touch. I continued to tease her clitoris, using the same circular motions that drove her wild earlier while continuing to suck on her hardened nipple. Lindsey’s moans grew, and I knew she was close to another orgasm. I picked up my pace, my tongue and fingers working in unison, determined to send her over the edge once more. Indeed, she was close to another orgasm. The sight of her writhing in pleasure spurred me on, and I worked my fingers and mouth with even more vigor. Soon, I felt her tighten around my fingers, and a muffled gasp escaped her lips as she came. “Want me to continue?”
Lindsey’s orgasm was intense, and she couldn’t contain her pleasure any longer. She let out a loud moan, and she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands. I continued to pleasure her, not wanting to let up on her sensitive clit. I felt her body shudder beneath me, and a few moments later, she looked at me with a glazed expression.
“That… was amazing,” she finally managed to say, catching her breath.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I whispered, kissing her gently. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, a hint of apprehension.
Without saying a word, I slowly moved down her body, kissing and nipping at her skin along the way. I trailed my lips down her stomach, over her hip bones, and finally settled between her legs.
Lindsey let out a surprised gasp as I positioned myself behind her, spreading her legs apart. She knew what was coming next, and excitement and nervousness fluttered. I took my time, teasing her with my fingers, gently probing at her entrance.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice low and seductive.
“Yes, please,” she responded breathlessly. “Take me from behind.”
With that, I slowly thrust into her, filling her up completely. Lindsey let out a surprised moan, her body tensing up momentarily before relaxing into my rhythm. I began to move in and out of her, setting a steady pace.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” she moaned, her voice deep and sultry. She reached out and grabbed the headboard, using it for leverage as I continued to thrust into her from behind.
I ran my hands over her back and ass, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin against my fingertips. As I quickened the pace, Lindsey’s moans grew more urgent.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate. “Please, don’t ever stop.”
Her words spurred me on, and I quickened my pace even more, slamming into her with a force that left us both panting and breathless. I could feel her tightening around me, her body tensing up as she neared another orgasm.
“C-come with me,” she cried out, her words a mixture of a plea and a command.
I was more than happy to oblige. I pushed even deeper into her, my fingers digging into her hips as I thrust into her with wild abandon. Lindsey let out a loud moan, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her.
I felt her tightening around me, her muscles clenching and releasing in rapid succession. Her orgasm triggered my own, and I let out a low growl as my release filled her. I collapsed onto her back, my body shaking from the force of my orgasm.
We lay there momentarily, both of us trying to catch our breath. I slowly withdrew from her, and we both rolled over onto our backs, our bodies slick with sweat.
“That was…” Lindsey began, but her voice trailed off as she tried to find the words to describe what we’d just experienced.
“Incredible,” I finished for her.