As I drove up the mountain, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I had agonized over this decision since the plans were made. I knew I should turn around and go back to my wife. Yet here I was, still heading up this mountain to the rendezvous that might see the end of my marriage. Why had I agreed to this? Shit, I knew why because of her. I drove a little faster; maybe in my head, I was thinking to myself, if I crash, I won’t make it there. I knew that was laughable as driving was my job on much more difficult roads than this.
I finally made it to the lodge without crashing or coming to my senses and turning around. I pulled under the covered portico and stopped the car. I was instantly met by a valet that seemed just a bit more interested in taking my car then I would’ve liked. Well, I couldn’t blame him, how many times in his life will he get to park a Bugatti. I got out, and he slid right in.
I stood there for a few heartbeats to reconsidered what I was doing here again. I finally started towards the great big double doors that framed the entryway to the lodge. As I walked in, you could feel the opulence of this place settle over you. I thought to myself; this would be her kind of place to meet—nothing cheap about this woman.
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Nothing cheap is right. The first time we met was at a celebration after my co-driver, and I won Europe’s largest and longest rally. She had come up to me, slipped her arms around me, drew me into a kiss, slipping her tongue past my lips to dance with mine. Eventually, she pulled away; I was just stunned by the kiss and stood there like a deer in headlights.
It was then I got to see her fully. She had the most amazing red hair, a soft tanned complexion, full lips that had felt wonderful against mine, and the brightest green eyes I’d ever seen. The dress she had on was this long flowing yellow thing. It was almost see-through except over her most private places. She stayed by my side or close to me all night. I didn’t mind as she was such a beauty, and I was alone celebrating the victory.
As the party continued, the drinks were loosening everybody up. I had seen my co-driver leave with one of the Italian girls earlier. Then it seemed like everybody was pairing up or departing until it seemed only, she and I remained. Taking my hand, she pulled me towards the elevator. As it closed, she leaned into me and kissed me again with the same passion as the first kiss.
From that moment on, the rest of the night was a blur of sex and release. I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times we had sex that night or count how many orgasms either of us had. Yet it was the next morning that has stayed with me. I woke to her, stroking me softly. Just gentle up and down motions as I hardened in her hand. When I was as hard as she could get me, she shifted her body over mine and made love to me as no woman ever had.
When we parted that morning, that was the last time I saw her until a few weeks ago. She was at a party in the United States for a new international rally event. I saw her first and tried to guide my wife away, so she didn’t see me, but it was too late. As soon as she saw me, she came straight towards me. I reverently hoped that her greeting wouldn’t be a kiss like before, but I worried for nothing. She walked up and offered her hand to my wife first. She introduced herself, mentioning that she and I had met in Europe. She also mentioned she was saddened when she learned that my wife had been stuck in the United States with a sick child.
After chatting with my wife for a short bit, she finally turned to me offered greetings. Her look and smile said volumes about what she was thinking. None of which would have been good for me or my marriage at that moment. My look, in return, was one of pleading and desperation to her not to say the wrong thing. Finally, she excused herself to go talk to somebody else.
I thought I had dodged the proverbial marriage-killing bullet, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Later that evening, she corned me away from my wife. She leaned into me and kissed me just as she had before. I felt instant arousal, and although her hand was massaging me at the time, I don’t think it would have mattered, I would’ve been hard in any case.
When she broke the kiss, she handed me a card, then turned and walked away. I looked down at the card, printed on it in her neat handwriting was a few simple words,
Call me; I’d like a repeat of our first night!
This was followed by a phone number. There was no threat or intimidation on the card, but I couldn’t help but worry about what might happen if I didn’t call her. She obviously knew who my wife was because I never mentioned her in our first meeting.
I held onto the card, and against my better judgment, I called her. Hearing her voice, even threw the phone, made my body tingle with the memories of our night together. Now without my wife standing beside me to dampen them, the heat, passion, and sex of that night came flooding back. As I listened to her talk about wanting to get together again, I just couldn’t shake the images. With all those images running through my mind, it was no surprise I agreed to meet her at this lodge.
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I walked over to the counter, asked, “Has Mrs. Jones checked in yet?” Jones was the agreed-upon name we would use.
The young lady behind the counter punched a few keys and finally looked up, saying, “May ask who is inquiring?”
“Yes, I’m Mr. Jones; she should be expecting me.”
Looking at me with a knowing smile, she replied with, “Oh yes, she said you’d be arriving today and left a room key for you and a note.” With that, she handed me an envelope and a swipe key.
I slipped the note out of the envelope and read it –
Hi lover,
I’ll be in the room waiting for you, do hurry!
XOXOXO
I shuddered after reading it, and a sudden flash of my wife’s face went through my mind, but just as fast, a flash of her standing naked also flashed through my tormented mind. I knew I was a man soon to be damned.
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I rode the elevator up to the fourth floor of the lodge, where all the luxury suites were located. I knew even before looking at the room key, that is where she’d be staying. There was nothing cheap about this woman. As I got off the elevator, I looked at the sign indicating which direction the room numbers ran. I turned towards her room and my destiny.
I stopped in front of the door, after taking a deep breath before I finally reached out and knocked. I had the swipe card, but knocking seemed the way to go here. I didn’t have to wait long before the door swung open and there she stood.
She spoke first, “I was wondering if you’d show up.”
I stood there, speechless. She was standing there clad only in a black lace bra showing off her ample breasts, the tiniest of panties paired with a black garter belt holding the sexiest fishnet stockings I’d ever seen. She looked absolutely beautiful, and my will power crumbled.
“I fought with myself the whole way here. I really should leave.”
She smiled at me, still holding the door with one hand, and said, “I’m not forcing you,” turning away and letting go of the door.
As it started to close, I placed my hand against it. I was still firmly on the outside and could’ve let it go and walked away. Instead, I held the door open and watched her walk away from the door. Her ass was moving back and forth, barely covered by the material of her panties. As if in a trance, I stepped through the door, allowing it to close behind me.
Hearing the door close, she turned back towards it to see me standing there. Coming to me, she reached up and kissed me with that passion she always has. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as her arms wrapped around me, pulling me to her near-naked body. I couldn’t help but respond to this woman’s kiss and touch. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the nakedness off her back on my hands. Without a thought, they drifted until I was holding her ass, pulling her into me.
I broke the kiss and started kissing along her perfect cheek until I reached her ear. I nibbled on her ear lobe before kissing down along her naked to her bare shoulder. This whole time her body was held tight against me as I massaged her ass in my hands. She moaned lightly as I nibble, kissed, and massaged her body. I’m sure she could feel hardening erection pressing against her.
As I kissed her shoulder, I caught the strap of her bra in my teeth. Using only my teeth, I pulled it off her shoulder and down her arm before releasing it. I continued kissing down her arm until I was level to her breast. I moved to kiss the top of her breast. With the strap now hanging loose on her arm, the cup holding her breast had slipped downward. As I kissed, I could barely see just the edge of her hardening nipple. I worked my kisses along her breast until I was at the edge of her bra. Using my teeth, I caught the edge and dragged it below her nipple. As I did, my lips brushed the nipple, and she gasped loudly.
Letting go of the bra, I slipped my lips around her nipple, sucking it hard enough to bring a cry of pleasure from her. I alternated between sucking it as hard as I possible to running my tongue over it. Her moans were varying between soft and nearly screaming, depending on my actions.
As I continued teasing her bare nipple, she reached across and slipped her bra strap off her other shoulder. With a bit of wiggling, she got it to drop down her arm. I took this as an invitation and dragged the bra cup from her other breast before ravishing it as I had the other.
Her moans were coming in soft purrs to outright screaming shouts pushed by pleasure. All the while, I held her pelvis against me. As she moved against my crouch, her actions were causing my cock to harden. The longer I teased, sucked, and bit at her nipples; the more intense her movements became against me. I could feel the heat building within her even through my slacks.
As I held a nipple in my teeth, I gripped her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around me as I moved her towards the bed. When I felt the bed touch my thighs, I lowered her on to it. All the while still holding her nipple that was being pulled and stretched in our movements. Every time it would pull tight with our movement, she would moan.
I finally released her nipple, and as I raised up away from her, I gave her a shove causing her to land flat on the bed. Her ass was on the edge with her legs tangling. I ran my hands down her body, slipping them along her sides to her hips until I touched the edge of her panties. As all naughty women should, she always wore them on the outside of her garters. I slipped my fingers under the edge of the waistband and started pulling them down her hips.
As I continued to pull her panties down, I moved back, allowing her to close her legs to help slide them down her legs. As I got to her feet, I slipped them off one foot, then the other. I took my time to kiss and lick her toes through her stockings. I spent a few minutes, sucking her big toes and running my tongue along the sole of her foot. She withered, moaned, and giggled as I teased her feet and toes.
Holding her feet, I separated her legs and started kissing my way back up her legs alternating from one leg to the next. As I got closer, I dropped to my knees and continued working my way along her thighs until I finally applied a kiss to each side of her pussy. She let out a moan that echoed off the walls. I alternated kisses along each side until I pressed my lips into the little tuff of fuzzy red hair she kept—the only hair she had on her body that wasn’t on her head.
I ran my tongue through her red fuzz before dragging it down her skin until I was at the top of her slit. I continued until I was using my tongue to separate her delicate flower. As I got to her clit, it was just emerging from its folds. I ran my tongue over it, giving it a long lick. This sent her moaning again. I enjoyed making her moan.
I continued my way down, parting her delicate lips, slipping my tongue between them to taste her sweet nectar. The touch of her velvety depths on my tongue heightened my arousal for her. She knew I’d come to her today, but damn did she have to make it so easy to enjoy my unfaithfulness?
I drank my fill of her flowing juices and then moved back to her clit. I took between my lips, sucking it hard, causing her to squirm and moan. I continued to suck on her clit until I caught between my teeth, biting down her tender skin. She yelped and moaned even louder. I continued my assault her clit until she was begging me to make her cum.
While still teasing her clit, I slipped two fingers into her overflowing pussy. I pushed them deep and worked them back out, dragging them along the sensitive flesh of her pussy. Her legs were over my shoulders with my lips pressed against her clit. She was beginning to scream out her needs, demanding me to make her cum.
How could I refuse her? I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy like a piston, all the while toying with her clit. I felt her tensing, her legs closed around my head tighter, and suddenly she heaved her hips off the bed. I felt her juices fountain up and coat my fingers, neck, and soak the front of my shirt. I sucked her clit even harder as she orgasmed until she was using her hands, trying to push me away.
I finally relented and scooted away from her. I stood up, realized how soaked I was from her orgasm. My shirt that once had been a light blue was now stained a dark blue from her moisture soaking into it. Looking down at her, I could see the moisture glistening around her pussy and the inside of her thighs. With her flopped back on the bed and her legs hanging open over the edge of the bed, she looked so inviting.
This was an invitation I was going to take full advantage of. I pulled my soaked shirt off and tossed it out of the way before stripping the rest of my clothes off. I was already hard and ready for a good fuck; since she was laying there so invitingly, I figured she wouldn’t mind. Slipping back between her legs again, I caught her legs jut behind her knees and lifted them up. She caught on to what my intention was and moaned out, “Yes!”
Thankfully, the height of the bed was perfect for me. I lifted her legs to my shoulders; I was able to slide right into her inviting pussy. She moaned loudly as my balls touched her skin. I was fully balls deep in this amazing pussy. At this moment, all thoughts of my loving wife were utterly absent from my mind. All felt was my dick sheathed in this velvety pussy.
I started slowly pumping in and out as she moaned gently. She was meeting me each time I slid in; she’d push against me. I knew this would be only the first fuck of the day/night to come, but I wanted to enjoy all the same. I continued my steady pace slowly in and out. Each time I would push as deep as I could, she would moan out louder. She was climbing towards another orgasm, and I was following right along.
I had her legs pushed against my chest and my hands on the back of her thighs, spreading her open to me. As I felt her orgasm approach, I increased my pace until I was pounding into her pussy as hard as I could. My cock was glistening with our combined juices as it slipped almost out before I drove it back in hard and deep with each thrust.
She moaned out she was close to cumming, so was I. I kept up my fast pace pounding into her when she tried to jerk her legs together, and only my powerful hands on her thighs kept her spread open to me. Her pussy tightened around my cock at the same time. She was just on that verge of her release.
I was so close by now too. I used all my strength to keep her open to me as her orgasm started ripping through her body. Thankfully, this pushed me over the edge as well. I slammed my cock into her as hard and deep as I could as I felt her pussy contract on my pulsing cock as it emptied into her. Finally, when we were both spent, I pulled from her and dropped onto the bed beside her. She scooted up next to me, and we cuddle as we both drifted off.
We woke a few hours later and had room service delivered for dinner. Then we spent the rest of the day and well into the night having sex, resting, and then having more sex until we both couldn’t go any longer. It was the best sex I had ever had, and yet afterward, I felt empty and guilty for cheating on my wife.
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The next morning, we made love before I left. She was still lying naked across the bed when I walked to the door, but she stopped me short by saying, “I’ll be waiting for your call soon, lover!”
I didn’t reply; one wasn’t needed because she knew I’d call. I went down and had my car brought around. I patiently waited for the valet to bring it up to the portico. When he arrived and got out, I handed him a hundred-dollar bill as a tip. The young man just smiled and thanked me.
I slipped behind the wheel with her lingering in my thoughts and started down the mountain. It was a drive that I could make any day without a thought, but unfortunately, she was in my thoughts, her smell, her touch, the softness of her skin against mine, the way we made love that morning, and so many more things. So many images of her, I failed to see the truck I hit. My last thoughts as I died were not of her but only of my wife, the woman I had cheated on.
