She squeezed his buttocks and reached for his hardness, clenching and releasing his balls. He let out a sigh and moaned, followed by a whisper of “More please”.
They had an arrangement, he booked the venue always and paid, she would give him what he wanted, yearned for and desired. Over the last few months, their trysts had become a regular occurence so much so that she suggested that he change the location of where they met. This was to prevent suspicion, for outside of the hotel room, their lives were that of a married woman and a single man.
He often questioned her afterwards, asked why she would do this for him and the response was always the same, “This is for my pleasure also”. Today she wore an ankle length black leather coat, when she carefully placed it on the bed he gasped, there standing firm and erect was her thick strap on. She ordered him to kneel before her, she wrapped her fingers in his hair, “Look at me, I’m wearing the cock that you bought for me. The nice thick cock, that you are going to lubricate with your mouth. Then if you are good, very good, I’ll fuck you against the wall”.
Without hesitation, he placed her cock into his mouth, licking it timidly, when he saw her frowning he quickened the pace. “That’s it, suck it, make this cock nice and wet”. She felt the wetness from her cunt on her fingertips, she was slowly rubbing herself while he sucked her off. He sensed her need for satisfaction and paused momentarily to lick her clit, “Eat it, eat it like you know you should”. She waited until the rush of excitement subsided, she pushed him away and placed him firmly on the wall.
There were no words spoken, she smeared pussy juice on the tip of her cock and entered him with expertise. Whilst fucking him, she thought of her husband. Her husband who worked late nights, never making it home in time for dinner, whose love making consisted of tossing off next to her with the occassional pinch of her nipples. His lack of sex drive, became much clearer when she had paid him an unexpected visit, she caught him arse up getting fucked anally by the waitress from the local restaurant.
She made him suffer after that, she remembered it well. They never saw or heard her enter the room, they never saw when she reached for his prize baseball bat and raised it above her head and brought it crashing down on the desk. The waitress got up and pulled out, with the strap on dildo falling from her hips she ran out the door, screaming “Your wife is crazy”. Her husband watched as she picked up the stray cock, he watched as she strapped up. He begged her, pleaded with her to “Understand”, and said it was just sex. She had fucked him royally that afternoon and whenever she felt like.
There were no more late nights, the bastard turned up on time with flowers and the usual banter that goes on between man and wife, with her screwing his arse on the kitchen table. She fucked him mentally too, got dressed to go out at midnight and when he asked where she was going she responded “I don’t need to tell you shit”. That was how she met her lover, she had walked into a wine bar ordered a drink and saw him seating on a sofa, near the window he looked totally bored, their eyes connected and to paraphrase a cliche the rest is their story.
He finally broke the silence, “It feels good, am I better than him”. She gave him two extra hard thrusts for that “I thought, I told you not to mention my husband, this is our time”. He persisted “But am I, I need to know that I please you”, she continued to push her strap on in and out of his tight arsehole and wanking him off at the same time. “You’re making me come, fuck, you’re making me come, I fucking love you”. She removed the strap and crouched down to receive every last drop of his come as he sprayed it on her lips.
There was power in their exchange, as thereafter things changed for them, she stopped thinking of the twenty year age gap, she no longer noticed the odd looks that they got when they were out together. Apart from that the difference in their ages made it exciting, all that was left was for her to leave her husband…
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As you may know, I’m working on publishing my books, Against The Wall, will be featured in a collection of fetish and kink stories that I am currently writing.
