I’ve been writing erotic fiction for a little while. I am pretty decent and have some fans (I love you, pervs). A little while back, a fan asked me to write a story with the main character based on her and the scenario based on her fantasy. That is when the trouble started.
Her name is Danni. She is a young vixen from Mississippi. She’s married, and her husband is uptight sexually. Her fantasy is to be a wild slut who cheats.
I wrote a story where she talked her fiancé into doing a couples swap. Her fiancé insists they follow a bunch of rules (no degrading talk, no cumming in her mouth, only fucking once, and no making comparisons between him and the other guy), and she proceeds to break each one. She provided a photo for the cover and a few nudes for “reference”. She is young and skinny with perky breasts topped with perfect pink nipples and a nice little ass. The story is called “Breaking All the Rules.”
She loved it, and she responded well to it. She started messaging me about how hot the story made her. She told me she was fantasizing about what we would do together if we ever met, which inevitably led to us discussing meeting in real life.
It was all talk at first. I didn’t believe it would happen. Just a couple of “happily” married people exchanging messages about their sexual fantasies. I live in Chicago, and she lives in Mississippi, so there wasn’t much chance of meeting.
Then, one day, she messaged me. She has a grandmother who lives in Milwaukee. She was going to be visiting her without her husband. She asked what I thought of her extending her trip a day to visit Chicago.
I was of two minds. Now, I was definitely interested in having sex with her. She is hot, young, and thirsty. On the other hand, we were both married. I wasn’t as concerned with her marriage. Given how horny she is and how uptight her husband is, I figured it was more a matter of “when,” not “if” she would cheat.
But I was married, too. That being said, it wasn’t a perfect marriage. We only had sex about once a month, no matter how much attention and affection I gave her. She had grown distant and spent more and more time at work. I had doubts about her fidelity but no proof of anything.
While the angel and demon on my shoulders debated, she sent me a link to the lingerie she was considering buying. The lingerie was pink and lacey. The panties were what they called “cheeky,” which were covering but defined the ass. The bra was called a “basque longline bra.” It was like a bustier without as much structure.
My cock hardened, and my conscience shut up. I told her I was in. She let me know the date, and I recommended a hotel. The plan was to meet during the day in two weeks. I told my wife I had an off-site work meeting. Danni told her husband that tickets were cheaper if she left from Chicago instead of Milwaukee.
And there we were, two married people planning to betray our spouses. A couple of adulterers. Cheaters. A fact neither of us could deny. A fact that made both of us horny as fuck.
Whenever I thought about our plan during the two weeks, I got a smile and a bulge in my pants. I kept browsing her pictures and the links to the lingerie she sent. I jacked off to her countless times.
Finally, the day arrived. I got up early and got ready to go to “work” in my crisp white button-down shirt and grey slacks. I kissed my wife and left the house at 7:30 AM to “fight traffic.” I drove to a coffee shop and tried to work on my laptop in the morning since we didn’t plan to meet until noon. But my mind was elsewhere, so I shut down my computer at 10:00. I walked around the city, got a snack, and mostly checked my watch every ten seconds.
At precisely 11:57, I walked into the hotel bar, where we decided to meet. I was beside myself with excitement. The moment was finally here. She wasn’t there yet, so I went up to the bar and ordered a beer. I grabbed a table that allowed me to watch the elevators.
By 12:05, I was starting to panic. Was she blowing me off? Was it all a prank? I started debating at what point I would bail when the elevators opened, and there she was. She wore a light blue bodycon dress with long sleeves and a square neckline. It went to mid-thigh and showed off her deeply tanned legs. She wore matching open-toed, blue stiletto heels. She had her sandy blonde hair down, in a feathered layer cut like a modernized version of Farrah Fawcett. She was gorgeous.
She recognized me quickly and walked toward me. I stood up and hugged her. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, too, which was reassuring. We were both nervous and excited, like school kids on a first date. I pulled out her chair. We exchanged hellos, and I ordered her a drink from the waitress. I couldn’t get over her cute Southern accent.
We chatted a little bit. There was a lull in the conversation. She looked at me with a cute little smile and said, “I can’t believe I am actually doing this. I have dreamed about it for so long.”
“So no second thoughts at all? It’s fine if you need to back out at any point.”
“No second thoughts from me. I am tired of reading about other people’s sexual adventures. I want me own,” she said with no hesitation or doubt.
“And you still want me to be rough and dominant with you?” I asked.
“Definitely,” she answered. I could see she was breathing harder and getting a little flush.
“Are you already wearing the lingerie you showed me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I am going to need you to take off the panties and hand them to me. Also, end your sentences with ‘sir,'” I said in what I hoped sounded like a strong, commanding voice like I had rehearsed in my head.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a wicked little smile. She looked around, biting her lip. The bar was almost empty at that time of day. She rose in her seat, giggling. I assumed she would go to the bathroom, but instead, she quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her pink lacy panties to her knees as fast as she could. I did manage to see a quick flash of her hairless pussy. She kicked her feet a little until they fell to her ankles. She bent down and picked them up. She balled them up in her hand and gave them to me.
She was as giddy as a schoolgirl, clearly getting a thrill out of being naughty in public. I unballed her panties and set them on the table where anyone could see them. I wanted to advertise what sort of game we were playing.
“You’re so bad,” she said. I raised my eyebrows, and she added, “Sir.”
My heart was pounding. This was so exciting and going better than I expected.
The waitress appeared and asked us if we wanted another round. I saw her eyes lock on Danni’s panties. She had a look of confusion followed by realization. She rolled her eyes with a wry half-smile on her face. I guess as a waitress in a hotel, it’s pretty common to stumble upon people in trysts playing sex games. I loved it.
We declined the next round. We were both eager to move the tryst upstairs to Danni’s room.
As we finished our drinks, I pulled my chair next to Danni. I looked into her eyes as I slid my hand up her thigh. She sat perfectly still as my hand arrived at the hem of her skirt. She smiled and bit her lip. She parted her legs, inviting me further. My hand accepted the invitation until it was millimeters from her pussy.
I could feel the heat and humidity from her pussy. It was the Everglades down there. I was already getting hard before I put my hand on her thigh. Now, I was rock hard.
Danni’s eyes fell to my lap. They bulged at the sight of my bulge. I looked down and was surprised at the tent I was pitching. My slacks were doing nothing to constrain it. Danni timidly placed her hand on my cock, lowering it to my leg. She moaned slightly.
“Sir, you’re bigger than my husband,” she whispered, her eyes still focused on my crotch. I noticed her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.
My head almost exploded when she said my cock was bigger than her husband’s. Looking back, it was probably all talk, just a thing all girls tell their lovers. But at that moment, I felt like a god.
I downed the last of my drink. “Let’s go to your room…now,” I commanded, stuffing her panties into my pocket.
“Yes, sir,” she agreed. God, she was sexy.
The moment the elevator doors closed, I stepped to Danni. I brushed the hair out of her face and lifted her chin to meet my kiss. I was being gentle but passionate when I remember that she said she liked it rougher. My hand left her face and wrapped around her neck. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth.
We were interrupted by the elevator doors opening. Two older women fresh from the pool got on. I broke away from Danni just in time to accept their disapproving looks.
Not wanting to stop misbehaving, I decided to escalate things. I was standing between Danni and the two old women. Without looking at her, I cupped my hand on Danni’s crotch. She gasped. The women turned to look, but my body blocked their view. I acted like nothing was happening as I pushed my middle finger between her pussy lips. She was soaking wet. I glanced back, and she was flushed bright red and struggling to maintain a straight face.
The elevator stopped at our floor, and we quickly got off. We both giggled like school kids. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked her pussy juice off it while I locked eyes with her. I groaned and smiled as I tasted her.
Her room was around the corner at the end of the hall. She got out her room card as we arrived at her door. I pinned her to the door and kissed her as she blindly tapped the card on the door in search of the sensor. I pushed my middle finger into her pussy and stroked the front wall of her vagina. My thumb gently rubbed her clit. I groped her breast with my other hand.
I broke off the kiss and looked down at her. She panted and struggled to stifle her moans as I finger-fucked her pussy in the hotel hallway. She looked up at me with a desperate “O” face.
“Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” she whispered urgently to me.
“Look at this slut getting fingered in the hall of a hotel by a stranger she just met,” I whispered to her. She buried her face into my shoulder to muffle her moan.
“Look at how much she loves being a whore,” I whispered. She squeezed her thighs together. I felt her pussy spasm on my finger. She screamed into my shoulder.
I pulled my finger out of her pussy. I grabbed her wrist and guided her room card to the sensor. I heard the door unlock, and I pushed her into the room.
She leaned against the wall, catching her breath. I walked into the room and dropped my bag on the desk. I opened it and pulled out a bottle of good scotch and a bottle of very good Malbec with a corkscrew. I removed her panties from my pocket and tossed them over a lamp.
I walked past the king-sized bed and sat in the armchair in the corner. Danni made her way into the room, having regained her composure.
“You are a naughty boy,” she purred in her sexy Southern accent.
“You are incredible. We are going to have so much fun.”
“I already am havin’ fun,” she teased.
“Good. Now, lose the dress and pour me a scotch,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir.” She obediently grabbed her dress by the bottom hem and pulled it off over her head.
“Spin around, sexy.”
“Yes, sir.” She slowly turned around, giving me plenty of time to drink her in. Her pussy was waxed smooth. It was messy from our hallway fun. Her ass was small but perky on top of her skinny legs. She had a sexy thigh gap. Her tummy was flat with a cute little belly button ring.
The pink lace basque longline bra was even sexier than it looked online. It cupped and separated her perky breasts. Her nipples were erect and fighting to cut through the material. She was a slutty vision.
“You look amazing. The sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.”
“Aww, you’re sweet.”
She strutted to the desk like a runway model. She uncorked the scotch and gave me a healthy pour. She strutted over to me and handed me the glass.
“Your scotch, sir,” she purred.
“Thank you.” I took a sip and savored it. I turned back to her. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor between my legs. “On your knees.”
She got a wicked smile and obediently knelt between my legs. She rested her hands on my knees. Her eyes moved from my eyes to the bulge in my pants. She licked her lips.
She ran her hands up my thighs. She lightly ran her fingers along my clothed cock and quietly moaned, “So big.” Her other hand cupped and squeezed my balls through my pants. I sipped my scotch and groaned. I was in Heaven.
She squeezed my cock and quietly moaned, “So hard.” She kissed the tip through my pants. She slowly kissed down my cock.
When she reached the base, she sat up. She put her hand on my belt buckle and looked up at me. I smiled and nodded to her. She unbuckled my belt. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She grabbed ahold of my pants and boxers. I lifted off the chair slightly, and she pulled my pants down.
Her eyes locked on my fully erect cock. She stayed focused on it as she pulled off my shoes and socks, followed by my pants.
“Do what you were made for, slut.”
She wrapped both hands around my cock. She licked a bead of pre-cum off the tip and quietly moaned, “So yummy.”
She continued to look at my cock for a few moments. She tilted it in different directions and studied it from every angle.
“What are you waiting for?”
“It’s just I don’t have much experience sucking cock. My husband says only whores suck dick.”
“What an asshole.”
“A small dicked asshole, to be specific,” she said with a smile as she took the head of my cock into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. She took my cock into her mouth until she gagged. She had managed to take half of it. She bobbed up and down on the top half of my cock. One hand massaged my balls. The other hand squeezed the base of my cock.
I sipped my scotch and watched this sexy angel worship my dick. Her lips looked incredible stretched around my cock. I noticed her lipstick smeared on my cock. That was so hot.
She popped my cock out of her mouth. She held it upright and licked down the shaft. She sucked on my balls one at a time. She tickled each ball, flicking it with her tongue. She lifted my scrotum and sucked on my taint and flicked it with her tongue.
“Oh, baby, you’re a natural. Your husband is a fucking idiot for choosing not to experience this. You are such a good cock sucker.”
She seemed to take the compliment to heart. She took my cock in her mouth and started shoving it as deep down her throat as she could. I sipped my scotch to the beautiful “gawp, gawp, gawp” sound of her slamming my cock into her throat.
“Good girl. You suck cock so much better than my wife.”
She smiled with her eyes and took my cock even deeper. Her eyes watered. Her mascara ran down her cheeks. It was the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
I finished my scotch. I set the glass down. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me. Thick strands of saliva connected her mouth to my dick. She gasped for air and looked to me for my next command.
“Bend over the desk. Lay your hands and elbows flat against the top.”
She complied. I stood up and admired her while I unbuttoned my shirt. I could see her face in the mirror on the wall next to the desk. Her mascara was smeared down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess. Her chin was covered in drool. Her breasts were smashed against the top of the desk. She was bent over at the waist, presenting her wet pussy to me.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, Danni. You’re the absolute picture of a slut. You look amazing, so sexy.”
I assumed my position behind her. I lined my cock up with her hungry pussy.
“Fuck me, sir. Take my married pussy and make it yours. I want your cock so bad,” she panted, making eye contact through the mirror.
I pushed my cock into her wet pussy. When I got halfway in, she grunted, and I stopped.
“Go slow. You’re so much bigger than my husband.”
My ego grew three sizes that day. I smirked at her through the mirror. I took my time gently pumping in and out of her. She was unbelievably tight.
“Fuck! You’re so much tighter than my wife. Fuck!”
She made these adorable little whimpers after each pump. She had a sexy pout on her lips. She looked up at me in the mirror with pure lust.
After fucking her gently for a few minutes, her pussy could handle my whole cock. I dug my fingers into her hips for leverage and gradually sped up. I locked eyes with her through the mirror to make sure I didn’t hurt her.
Eventually, I was pounding her hard enough that my balls would slap her with each stroke. Her whimpers transitioned to moans. The desk banged into the wall with each stroke.
“Fuck! You feel good, slut!” I bellowed as I slapped her ass.
Her moans grew louder and more intense. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. I grabbed her hair and forced her to maintain eye contact.
“Oh fuck! You feel so good! You’re going to make me cum!” she screamed.
“Cum for me, baby! I want to feel a slut cum on my married cock!”
“YES! YES! YES! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM! AHHH!”
Her pussy convulsed on my cock. Her whole body shook. I held my cock deep inside her.
We then heard banging on the opposite side of the wall. Our neighbor yelled at us to keep it down. We looked at each other and laughed.
I pulled my cock out of her. I was seconds away from cumming so I wanted to calm down before starting a new position. I told her to sit on the edge of the desk. I knelt between her legs. She put her legs over my shoulders.
“Does your husband eat pussy?”
“No, never.”
I smiled up at her and licked my lips. I gave clit a gentle kiss. The pulled her pussy lips apart with my fingers. I leaned in and gave her a slow, deep lick from bottom to top. She was so wet and tasted delicious.
I slid two fingers into her pussy and gently explored. My mouth latched onto her clit. I gently flicked it with the top of my tongue. Danni groaned loudly, letting me know she was enjoying this as much as I was.
I quicken my pace. Her groans dropped an octave, and she grabbed two handfuls of my hair. She pulled me in tighter.
“Oh God! You’re incredible. My husband has never made me feel like this. Oh God! Keep going! Ohhh!”
Hearing her compare me to her husband made me feel so fucking hot. I loved it. My purpose in life became making her cum harder and more times than her husband.
I could sense she was getting close, but I wanted to extend my pleasure. I switched my mouth and fingers. I used my thumb to gently rub her clit. My tongue plunged deeply into her cunt.
“Oh yeah! Fuck! That’s it!” she moaned, pulling my hair. I kept lapping up her pussy juices, enjoying every drop.
She was moaning and whimpering. She would thrust her pussy into my face and pull me deeper in by my hair. She seemed lost in pleasure. Pleasure created by me. It made me rock hard.
As she approached her orgasm, her moans became screams of pleasure. She wailed, “Fuck!” over and over again. Our neighbor started pounding the wall again, yelling for us to quiet down. I ignored him. I don’t think Danni even heard him.
“Oh Fuck! You’re better than my husband!” She screamed as she came to a shaking orgasm. Her body quivered. Her thighs squeezed my head. She let out an animalistic grunt before going limp and quiet.
I stood up. I saw in the mirror that my mouth and chin were completely coated in her juices. I smirked with pride.
I looked down at her. She was slumped over, recovering. Her pussy glistened. It was bright pink from all the attention it had received. I needed to fuck her.
I scooped her up with her legs over my arms and my hands supporting her back. She was surprisingly light. I walked over to the conjoining door that led to the neighbor’s room. I pressed her against the door. (I believe the position is called Ekiben or Suspended Congress.) I lined my cock up with her pussy and pushed into her.
“Oh fuck! Yes, fuck me, sir!” she moaned.
“Make sure the neighbor can hear,” I told her with a devilish smile.
“OH FUCK! FUCK ME!” she screamed.
I pounded her against the door. Our bodies slapped together loudly. The door rattled. I grunted with each stroke. Danni screamed “Yes” every time I filled her pussy.
The neighbor pounded on the other side of the door. I pounded Danni back. Danni dug her fingernails into my back and howled with pleasure.
“Oh fuck! You’re so much better than my husband,” she whispered into my ear. I guess that little fact was just for me.
“You’re incredible, Danni. I love fucking you,” I whispered back.
She moaned loudly. The neighbor pounded again. She bit my shoulder to muffle her moans.
I took that as a sign she was done with the annoy-the-neighbor game, so I decided to change positions. I held her with my cock completely inside her and shuffled towards the bed. I fell backward on the bed, so she was on top of me. My legs were exhausted. It was her turn now.
Without missing a beat, she started riding me in cowgirl. She had her head thrown back with her back arched and her tits thrust out. I took the invitation and filled my hands with her perky tits. They fit perfectly in my hands, not too big or too small.
She put her hands on mine and squeezed them tighter on her breasts. She gave a contented sigh and started riding me faster. I pinched her nipples. She gave a little startled yelp, then whispered a breathy, “Yes.”
She let go with one hand. She reached behind her back. I was confused until I felt her hand on my balls. She delicately squeezed and massaged my balls. I made an embarrassing sound between a grunt and a gasp. She giggled but kept massaging my balls.
The sensation was amazing and new to me. I had never had my balls massaged while fucking. I decided to return the favor. I sucked on my thumb and then used it to gently massage her clit. Danni cooed approvingly.
I looked up at her in awe. She was so sexy, lost in lust while grinding her hips on top of me. I watched a bead of sweat trickle down her neck. It paused on her collarbone before trickling down between her breasts. It made its way through down her abs. It got caught up on her belly button piercing before rolling down her pelvis, where it mingled with our other fluids.
“Oh darlin’, I’m going to cum,” she moaned. She sped up her tempo. I kept rubbing her clit.
She was making sexy, breathy moans of “Yes, Yes, Yes!”
Her moaning grew more urgent. Her hand left my balls. She ran both her hands through her hair as she arched her back and threw her head back. It was an incredibly sexy sight to behold.
She began to shiver, then tremble, then quake as the orgasm overtook her. Her breasts jiggled deliciously. I felt her pussy convulse on my cock. She moaned loudly. It took all my restraint not to fill her pussy with my cum.
She bent forward over the top of me. She rested on her hands and stared into my eyes. She had a wild, blissful expression. I couldn’t help but smile back. She was covered in sweat, which looked so sexy.
“That was incredible. The best orgasm of my life,” she confessed before passionately kissing me.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight to me. I rolled over so I was on top of her, my cock still buried in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in deeper. We continued to make out like school kids.
The feeling of her sweaty body pressed against my sweaty body felt incredible. It was a study in contrasts: her soft breasts against my firm chest and her petite figure dwarfed by my large frame. It was a different level of physical intimacy.
As we made out, I pumped my cock in and out of her. She broke off our kiss and looked into my eyes with lust and delight.
“Oh yes, darlin’. My husband has never made me cum this many times,” she cooed in her sweet Southern accent. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, somehow making her even sexier.
We resumed kissing as I held her and fucked her in that tight embrace. It was a slow, gentle fuck, but I could tell it was headed towards a big climax.
As I felt my own orgasm approaching, I sped my tempo. Danni dug her nails into my back. I pumped more forcefully. She broke off her kiss and started grunting as she took my cock.
“Oh fuck, Danni. You’re going to make me cum. You feel so good,” I growled.
“Oh yeah, darlin’. Fill my pussy with your cum. Fill me deeper than my husband ever has,” she purred.
I pounded her pussy with my full strength. I was grunting like an animal. Her nails scratched my back. Her wicked smile transitioned to an o-face as her moans turned to screams.
“Oh Fuck, Danni. You’re making me cum!” I yelled.
“Yes, darlin’. Cum for me! Put the baby in me that husband can’t!” she screamed.
I felt her pussy tighten and convulse. I buried my cock as deep as I could and blew my load. It was easily the biggest load of my life. Her pussy kept milking more and more cum out of my cock. It felt like my soul was getting sucked out through my dick. I collapsed on top of her with my cock buried inside her.
“That’s it, darlin’. Give me every drop,” she sighed contentedly, kissing my neck affectionately.
After a few minutes, I caught my breath and regained full consciousness. I rolled off of her. She snuggled up on my chest, looking up at me lovingly. She ran her fingers through my chest hair.
I started to think about what Danni said about putting a baby in her. That couldn’t have been serious, right? Just some dirty talk or fantasy. But it was too important not to ask about it.
“Hey Danni, what was that thing about putting a baby in you? That wasn’t serious, right?”
“Why? Did it scare you or arouse you? Or both?” she teased. She stopped stroking my chest and started stroking my cock.
“I mean, it’s just … uh … I don’t … um,” I stammered.
She climbed up on top of me, kneeling on my thighs. She stroked my cock with one hand and massaged my balls with the other.
“It looks like your cock likes the idea,” she teased as she squeezed my hardening cock. This was unprecedented. I hadn’t taken multiple shots on goal since college.
She slid down my legs. She kissed each of my balls. She whispered to them, “What do you say, boys? You got any more of that cum for me? You guys want to make it twins?”
My cock flinched. She started sucking on my balls. I groaned. I still wasn’t sure if she was serious, but my cock was taking all the blood from my brain.
“Oh gawd, darlin’. Your cock is already hard,” she gushed as she bobbed her head up and down on my full hard cock.
She was sucking cock like a woman possessed. She wiggled her tongue along the shaft as she bobbed. She rotated her mouth. She was moving with such speed and passion that her hair was whipping side to side.
I groaned. She was working my cock so well I thought I might cum in her mouth. Before we got there, she let go of my cock. She crawled next to me. She bent over with her ass in the air and her chest against the bed.
“Fuck me, darlin’. I hear this is the best position for getting pregnant,” she teased.
I popped up and mounted her as quickly as I could. I gripped her hips and pushed my cock into her.
“Fuck, Danni. I am done with gentle sex. I am going to fuck you as hard as I can. Scream all you want. I am not stopping,” I barked at her as I slammed my dick into her as hard as I could.
I entered a fugue state. The animal part of my mind took over completely. I pounded fast and hard. Danni screamed and moaned. She may have been speaking words, but I wasn’t registering them. All I remember is the loud slapping of our bodies crashing together, the squeaking of the bed springs, and the sight of my fingers digging into her hips.
“You stupid fucking slut! You want my baby? Fuck you!” I yelled as I pounded so hard the sweat flew off my body. Danni screamed.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, your pussy never recovers for your husband,” I barked as I slapped her ass as hard as I could. I was never violent during sex, but something raw and animalistic was taking over my body. Danni shoved a pillow into her mouth to stifle her screams.
“THIS IS HOW CHEATING WHORES GET FUCKED!” I screamed.
I felt a rush of liquid. I looked down and realized Danni was squirting all over me and the bed. Her pussy convulsed, which sent me over the edge. I shoved my cock into her so hard her body flattened against the bed. I blew my second load deep into her pussy.
I collapsed on top of her and passed out. I woke up sometime later. Danni was asleep underneath me. I rolled off her and poured myself another glass of scotch.
As I sipped, I admired the scene in the bed. Danni was peacefully sleeping. Copious amounts of cum were leaking from her pussy, joining the large wet spot from her squirting. Each of Danni’s hips had five little bruises from where my fingers were gripping her. Her left ass cheek had a bright red, raised handprint on it. She was covered in both of our sweat. Her hair was matted to her head. Her mascara ran down her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared from cheek to cheek. It was so fucking sexy.
She stirred and looked up at me dreamily.
“Hey, darlin’, that was incredible,” she murmured.
“Yeah, it was. Best sex of my life.”
She sat up. I uncorked the bottle of Malbec and poured her a glass of wine. I sat next to her in the bed.
“Unfortunately, I have to get home to my wife. I’ll need to shower up and leave in a bit.”
“I’ll miss you,” she said as she leaned her head on my shoulder. “That was the best sex of my life, too.”
“Do I need to pick you anything up before I leave? A bottle of water or, I don’t know, a morning-after pill?” I asked as smoothly as I could.
She laughed. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about any babies. I was just winding you up.”
The way she said it gave me pause, but what was I going to do? Spike her drink with Plan B? I just had to trust her.
And that is the end of the story. We cleaned up and parted ways. She went back to Mississippi. I went back to my family. Everyone lived happily ever after.
