“How was your trip?” she inquired after greeting him with a warm embrace and a passionate kiss. She being his wife, Kate.
“It was good,” he replied truthfully.
“I’m glad to hear that. I missed you,” she purred and hugged him tight.
“Why don’t you let me get unpacked. You pour us each a glass of wine, and I’ll be down in just a few minutes.”
Kate dutifully headed toward the kitchen and he hurried upstairs.
In the bedroom he threw down his bag, quickly disgorged it of its contents, putting things in their proper places, and stripped off his work clothes.
It was in the moment when he was clad only in his boxers that a vision of her invaded his head.
“Fuck…” he thought. He closed his eyes, acutely aware of the ache between his legs. As well, he could feel his cock begin to swell, pushing against the fabric. In his mind’s eye he could picture her, and in his belly, he could feel the energy that had seemed to pass between them. His chest tightened the way it always did with these things.
He lingered, wanting to savor this stolen moment in the solitude of the bedroom. Without thinking, he pulled down his undershorts and wrapped his hand around his now rock-hard member. A generous dollop of precum was already leaking from the tip, and he rubbed it over his sensitive head as he let out a long, slow breath.
His eyes still closed, he let the fantasy play out in his mind. Her hotel room, or perhaps his. It hardly mattered. A smart business skirt lay like a puddle at her feet, her blouse and bra having been discarded long ago. He pushed her back onto the bed. He slid her panties down her athletic legs and past her ankles, tossing them aside. Her legs splayed open and he gazed at her womanhood. This was the moment he treasured the most, the moment of commitment, of abandoning all inhibition, on the threshold of crossing boundaries and breaking vows. The point of no return.
Kate’s voice called from downstairs, interrupting his private reverie. He shouted that he would be down in a moment and tried to compose himself. A quick glance at their marital bed brought the requisite remorse, and his body slowly returned to its normal state as he jumped into his t-shirt and jeans.
He hurried down the stairs and into the living room. Kate was seated comfortably on the sofa, a glass of wine in each hand. Her eyes beckoned him to sit next to her as she reached out to offer one to him. Taking it, he sat, took a sip, and turned toward her.
“Did you get anything to eat on the way home? Would you like me to fix you a little something?”
“Thanks, but I picked up a salad in the airport. This glass of wine is all I need.”
They caught up as they sipped the wine. Soon they realized it was getting late. She took the wine glasses into the kitchen and followed him upstairs.
The light of the single lamp he had left on cast a soft glow on the room. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he felt her body press against him. He could feel her nipples as they grazed his back. They were erect. He tossed his shirt aside and turned. She was already naked. He could smell her arousal.
“God, I missed you,” she cooed playfully. “There’s only so much a vibrator and fingers can do for a woman.”
She dropped to her knees and unzipped his trousers.
“I need this cock.”
She freed it from its confines and gazed lovingly. “I love how hard you get.”
She stroked him softly, gazing up with loving eyes, and proceeded to devour him. When she sensed he was close, she stopped abruptly, stood up, and fell back on the bed.
“I need you to fuck me.”
He stepped quickly out of his remaining clothes and without a word plunged into her. She was wet, and he slid in easily. She let out a gasp as he buried himself to the hilt.
But it wasn’t Kate whose pussy he was penetrating.
The vision had flooded his brain again. He was fucking her, not Kate. He didn’t fight the fantasy. Instead, he embraced it. When he looked down at Kate, he saw her. When he smacked Kate’s firm ass, it was her he was spanking. When he grabbed a fistful of hair, when he tweaked her nipples, when he called her filthy names, it was her, not Kate.
He was transported to another place, with another partner, and he fucked her with a furious intensity. He gave no quarter as the pent-up arousal of the last two days flooded out of him.
As did his eruption, which slammed into him like a freight train. It left him screaming as spurt after spurt shot out of him and into the adulterous womb of his fantasy partner. Cum was overflowing. His cock was coated in white.
He collapsed on the bed and slowly returned to reality. Kater snuggled beside him and threw one leg over his. He could feel the wetness between her legs against his skin.
“I needed that,” she sighed.
“Me too.”
“That was intense. You were really worked up,” she offered.
“That’s what two days on the road will do,” he responded playfully.
They lay like that, side by side, in silence, her hands gently stroking his skin. He could feel sleep coming on gradually.
“Who’s Emma?”
The question startled him out of his gathering slumber. All he could muster was “what?”
“You heard me. Who’s Emma?”
“What would make you ask something like that?” he responded nervously.
“Don’t play with me. You cried out her name as you were cumming.”
“I did?”
“Yes, you did. So… who is she?”
All he could do was let out a big sigh. “Someone at the meeting, that’s all.”
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” She fixed him with a withering gaze.
“No,” he protested, but immediately recognized the defensive tone in his voice.
“Don’t lie to me.”
Suddenly, the veil of secrecy, so long intact, had been breached. His head began to swim, and panic set in.
He was being truthful about this week. But there was a long history that now risked coming out. He fought to calm himself. If he could contain things to this one obsession, he might be able to get away with this.
Using every technique familiar to him, he gathered himself.
“I’m not lying. Nothing happened. That’s the God’s honest truth. Not even a kiss.”
“But you wanted to, didn’t you? You gave yourself away while fucking me.”
His heart was racing now. She had him dead to rights. He considered the options. Denial wasn’t one of them. He realized the genie couldn’t be put back in the bottle. All he could do was grope his way forward.
“I guess there was a little fantasy,” he replied weakly.
“A little? You haven’t fucked me that hard in years. And you’re still leaking out of me onto the comforter.” As if to prove her point, she took her leg off his, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide. A generous trickle of his essence was visible seeping out of her.
Despite his jangled nerves, his cock twitched.
Her tone changed from accusatory to hurt. “There was someone. Someone you found attractive. There was a spark. Describe her.”
He let her request hang in the air. She touched her wedding ring and twisted it unconsciously.
“I would say she is about forty,” he began. “Auburn hair, shoulder length. Attractive, not in a sexy way. Highly accomplished and educated. Clearly of high intellect.”
She shifted uncomfortably. “Just your type. What was she wearing?”
“She sat next to me. She had on a knit dress.”
“Was it tight,” she asked.
“It clung to her body. The outline of her breasts was evident.”
“How big?” She continued to pry.
“I would guess 34 C.”
“And her build?”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath for dramatic effect. “Athletic. She’s an avid skier. Toned calves. Just a hint of a mom belly. Overall, wholesome.”
“And yet…”
“It’s intangible. Something that’s hard to put into words.”
She rolled over to face him again. “Tell me. Please. I need to know.”
“It was there the first time I met her.”
“The first time?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I met her two years ago. She sat next to me at a bigger meeting.”
“What was that like,” she asked.
“It was springtime. She was wearing a business dress that was cut just a little too high, above the knees. We were seated at the corner of the table; she turned ninety degrees from me. When she sat, the hem of her skirt rode up her thighs. They were spectacular. It distracted me the entire day.”
“She became a fantasy?”
“I couldn’t get her out of my mind,” he replied. “The memory lingered.”
“And did you ever think of her….”
He paused and considered how to respond. That’s when he noticed that her body language had changed. She was absently trailing her fingertips over her belly. He glanced at her nipples. They were fully erect.
“Yes.”
“While we were having sex?”
“Yes.”
“Did you masturbate to the thought of her?”
“Yes, I did.”
She touched herself. “So have you been carrying this torch for two years?”
“Not really. Memories fade, and I didn’t ever expect to see her again.”
“But last night she reappeared? And you just happened to sit next to one another?”
“Yup. Total coincidence. But I was thrilled.
“Beyond that, I’m afraid there’s nothing to tell. We fell into deep one on one conversation for much of the evening. We weren’t staying at the same hotel, so after dinner we went our separate ways.”
“But you felt a spark…” she continued.
“There was chemistry, yes. I could detect it. The next day, during the business meeting, her eyes would occasionally meet mine.”
“And when the meeting was over, did you hug her?”
“Of course,” he replied. “You know I’m a hugger, so it didn’t necessarily mean anything. But she did say she was looking forward to seeing me at the meeting in Dallas.”
“What meeting? You’re going to see her again?”
“The one in three months. I told you about it. It should be in your calendar.”
“So, you’ll be together again. Tell me what you want to happen. You already admitted you want to have sex with her.”
Her hand found his cock. His gradually hardening cock. She began to stroke it gently.
“How would you seduce her?”
He hesitated. Kate was opening a dangerous door.
“How?” she repeated. Her tone was steely, but there was a hint of something else.
“I presume we will both be staying at the same hotel this time. I’ll offer a drink in the bar after dinner.” He paused again, unsure of how far to go.
“And then what?”
He considered his response. “We will fall into a deep discussion. Share intimacies. About ourselves, our past, our families.”
“And how does that lead to…”
“Our conversation will become more intense. There will be flirting. Perhaps a stray touch on the arm here and there.
“I will watch for signs. I’ll ask a few broad questions about her relationship with her husband.”
“And that opens the door,” she offered. “But what about the others? You won’t be the only ones who go to the bar.”
“Hopefully we will outlast them.”
“And then you’ll invite her up to your room…”
“Or hers. It doesn’t matter.”
“But she’s married. What makes you think she will respond?”
“We all have fantasies, don’t we? Here we will be, two people with a spark between us, a thousand miles from home.”
“Doesn’t it make you feel guilty?” Her other hand was gently massaging her clit. Her breathing was shallow.
“Not at all. It makes it hotter.”
She groaned. Her hand cupped his balls.
“You’re going to make her a cheating slut…” Kate was masturbating now. “Tell me how it will play out.”
“It will begin with soft, romantic kisses. She turns me on so much, but not just physically. She’s the entire package.
“I will explore every inch of her. I will taste her, inhale her aroma. I will peel her clothes off one delicious piece at a time, like carefully unwrapping a gift.
“I will make her cum. With my fingers. With my tongue.”
He was rock hard. The musky scent of Kate’s arousal filled the air. She sat up and straddled him. His cock was pressed between his belly and her pussy lips. She began to slide back and forth. Soon his entire midsection was coated with their juices.
“You’ll use a condom, of course…” She offered hopefully.
He went for broke.
“No. I want nothing to come between us.” he paused for dramatic effect. “Nothing.”
On that last word she sank down on him with a low moan and began to ride. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
“Like this?” she asked.
He grabbed her hips and pushed up into her, matching her thrust for thrust.
“Yes. Just like this.”
“You’re going to take that married mother and make her your whore…”
He rolled Kate over and began to hammer her, pinning her ankles on his shoulders and wrapping his hands around her throat. Her eyes began to bug out. He looked directly into them and let out one word at each thrust.
“Yes. My. Own. Little. Cheating. Slut. Whore.
“I’m going to wreck her.”
Suddenly, Kate slipped into character. “Oh god, this feels so good. I can’t believe I’m doing this! It’s so wrong. But it’s so right!”
He leaned forward and planted his mouth on hers. Her tongue searched for his as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
He broke off the kiss and fixed her with a steely gaze.
“It’s perfect, Emma.”
“Yes.” All she could muster was a whimper.
He looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her married hole, slick with fluid, her cunt lips sealed around it.
“Look Emma. Look at us. It’s so beautiful.”
She cried out. “Cum in me! Cum in me, I beg you! Please! I want to feel you filling me up. Cum in me!”
Her words sent him over the edge, and once again he emptied himself, this time freely shouting out Emma’s name as spasm after spasm tore through him.
Kate’s legs were shaking involuntarily. Her breathing was labored, and her head was thrown back, eyes closed. He gazed down at her, hair a mess, her makeup smeared. He tried to imagine what might be going through her mind. He decided to remain quiet.
He felt his cock softening, and he gently slipped out of her and rolled onto his side.
She opened her eyes. Her face projected conflict. He tenderly ran his fingers across her shoulder and down her arm. She let out a long sigh.
Finally, he could stand the silence no longer.
“You okay?” It was a rather stupid question.
She turned to face him with a serious expression.
“I don’t know. Really, I don’t.”
He remained silent, and she continued.
“I mean, my husband just admitted having a fantasy obsession with another woman. How am I supposed to feel?”
The air hung heavily between them. Silence wasn’t going to be productive, so he responded.
“Yes, it’s true. I am attracted to Emma. And yes, it’s sexual. I know that must hurt. If I could have kept it from you, I would have. Because it’s just that – sexual. I don’t love her. I don’t intend to fall in love with her. I love you, and you alone. I don’t know what else to say.”
Left unsaid, of course, was the string of one, two and three-night stands he’d enjoyed over his many years of business travel. The secret life a safe distance from home allowed. Hopefully that could remain bottled up. Any more carelessness and his marriage would certainly be over. That is, if it wasn’t already heading toward the rocks.
He was surprised when she began to stroke his chest tenderly.
“I have to admit that part of this kills me. To think that I’m not enough.”
He began to say something, but she cut him off with a gentle “shhhh”, touching her finger to his lips.
“But another part of me is incredibly turned on. I can’t explain it, and it’s surprising. But it’s real. Imagining you with Emma – that’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” He looked at her quizzically.
“Yes, really. You are such an attractive and exciting man. I don’t deserve to keep you all to myself.”
“Kate…” he began, but her finger found his lips again.
“Just let me get this out. Please.” She closed her eyes, let out a big sigh, and then opened them and looked into his intently.
“I want you to pursue this fantasy when you go to Dallas. It drives me wild thinking of you fucking her.
“I only have one request – that, when you return home, you tell me everything, and then you let me reclaim you.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. At that moment, he was filled with renewed love and affection for Kate. This evening had been an epiphany. A door had indeed opened, a door to a new and exciting future together.
He couldn’t wait for Dallas.
