Indecision couple - Sex Stories

One of the things I hate most about international travel isn’t the jet lag, it’s the immediate fatigue and borderline hallucinations I experience due to total exhaustion. I can’t sleep on planes even with a sleeping pill, so by this point, I had been up for nearly 30 hours continuous. But, I had to admit, sitting here on my hotel balcony, overlooking the beach and a bunch of gorgeous women sunning it up, I was already in love with Australia.

“We should move the business here,” Jim joked, gesturing with his beer to a particularly leggy young blonde in a bikini. As she turned our way, he raised his beer in a salutation, and she waved back cheerily and smiled before turning back to the beach and her friends. I guess they were right when they spoke of Australian hospitality, I thought.

“Yeah, that’ll make your custody battle go great,” I retorted.

“If I got to look at this every day, I might care less about it.” We chuckled briefly and clinked bottles in a joking toast. “At the very least, we might have some fun this week.”

“You enjoy that,” I countered.

“Marcus, it’s the other side of the world. It doesn’t count. I understand you’re hanging on for a bit, but at least have some fun while we’re here, and leave your problems in Seattle.”

“I don’t know about that. Seems like a really dumb idea, I think.”

“Whatever, brother. I just want to see you happy.”

Jim and I had been friends for over a decade at this point, and I trusted the guy with my life. We met at a work flag football league, and bonded after a particularly long game filled with talking shit to each other, each struggling to one up the other with creative insults. Three years ago, he came to me with an idea for a simple logistics application that would drive massive amounts of saving for shipping costs of freight, with a simple question—can it be done? We created a company, with a simple division of labor—I’m the tech mind, and Jim is the business and sales guy. What started in our respective homes quickly moved to getting investors, an office, and now we had a staff of over 45, with a respectable profit. We were in Brisbane for a week for a summit on entrepreneurship, and hoping to triple our sales and potentially double our business in the coming year. We’d even been the subject of a couple of articles in the technical press, and were releasing a subscription-based mobile application in a couple of months, as soon as we got a few vital bugs fixed. Not bad for two guys who just turned 40.

Everything was going great on the business front, but there was a lot on the personal that was difficult. Jim had gotten divorced just before we started the company, and his ex-wife was currently doing her every other yearly “we need to revisit custody and child support” tour of the court system—pretty rough, considering he was one of the most devoted fathers I knew, and his ex seemed to be using the children as a bargaining chip for money, especially since her alimony had run out. Plus, my own marriage was now on the rocks as my wife had cheated four months prior, and copious marriage counseling didn’t seem to be making things any less tense. I had my part in it, to be sure, as I had been putting in insane hours to build this business into a money maker, and when I came home, being a dad trumped being a husband regularly. But now, as things changed, I was slowly realizing the only reason I was still in the relationship was that I didn’t want split custody and to lose a lot of my money. We hadn’t had sex since her affair, and while I was still extremely angry with her and occasionally contemplated giving her a taste of her own medicine, I would never give her the satisfaction of stooping to her level.

I realized I’d been zoning out, and I hadn’t answered Jim for a few long moments. I was just about to look back and give him my pat answer about being reasonably happy in life, when I saw him gesture down to the beach and say, “Marcus…brother, I think I see your happiness moving her way down the beach.”

I turned to follow his gaze, and saw her immediately. Jim really knew my type. She was tall, leggy, but almost obscenely curvy, with proportions that didn’t seem like they should naturally occur in nature. Her waist was slender, almost wasp-like, but her hips were wide, her ass full and amazingly pert. Her skin was pale like milk, with bright red hair that was long, past mid back, with a slight wave. As she turned, her bikini top, while not indecent in any sense, barely contained breasts that were simply gigantic—at least a triple D—and seemed to have no regard for gravity. I exhaled abruptly, transfixed, and as she looked toward my balcony, she stopped, and raised her sunglasses. Even at what had to be 50 yards, I could tell that her eyes were large and an arresting bright blue, and as they seemed to lock on to mine, her full lips curled into a large, stunning smile. I froze in place as she stared at me, then waved demurely, I had to remind myself to wave back politely without drooling. “Looks like we found what you’ll be doing after hours this week,” Jim remarked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jim. It’s just a cute girl. Besides, she’s got to be 25 if she’s a day.”

“That doesn’t matter. Especially when they’re willing and ready, brother.” Down on the beach, the redhead glanced down at the wrought-iron railings, and smirked a bit before walking off, taking a moment to give me a glance over her shoulder. “Uh, bud…” Jim trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“Looks like little Marcus might need some attention before you pass out.”

I looked down, and realized that my cock was tenting very noticeably in my khakis. “Oh, shit. That’s embarrassing.”

“She didn’t seem embarrassed. Anything but. However, on that note, I’m about done with this soldier, and ready for bed. See you sometime tomorrow-ish.” Jim went in a few inches to give me his customary bro hug, looked down, and thought better of it, waving and walking out the door to his own room.

As he cleared the door, I turned back to the beach, but I couldn’t see my new “girlfriend” in the crowd of people. Probably good, since I knew perfectly well I wasn’t going to do anything with her anyway. This week was about work, and I was here for only one reason—to turn our business into a major player. Distractions like women were simply a silly diversion I didn’t need, let Jim chase the younger babes on the beach, I thought.

Still, as I stripped off my clothing and settled into what felt, with my exhaustion, like the most comfortable bed I’d ever been in, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was hard as a rock. I turned one way, then another, and finally, after five or six position changes, I grew restless. I was completely zonked, but couldn’t drift off. Finally, I gave up, and threw back the covers. My erection was long, thick and almost painful, as it hadn’t had any attention in I don’t know how long. I glanced across the room, and saw body lotion amongst the small bottles of hotel supplies, so I grabbed it and lotioned up my hands and cock, working my pole with both hands. I thought briefly about grabbing my phone or tablet and finding some porn, but my hands were completely covered in lotion, so I thought twice. I started to cycle through some thoughts of ex-girlfriends, but nothing was doing it for me, then started thinking about celebrities and a couple of porn actresses I liked, but nothing was working. Finally, I snapped back to the girl on the beach, and her gaze as she looked up at me, openly assessing. My already painfully swollen prick hardened even more, and as I thought about her mouth on me, pulling my length in, then climbing up and riding me as I manhandled those amazing breasts. Finally, after another minute or so of furious yanking, I came hard, groaning loudly as my balls emptied. I laid there, panting, my entire body spent, and as I tried to regain my equilibrium, I quickly dropped off.

I awoke six hours later, suddenly cold, and dragged myself out of bed to shower. My entire torso, it seemed, was covered in dried cum, and it took a goodly amount of work to get myself cleaned off. I called down and ordered a sandwich from room service, and as soon as it was delivered (by a young and very attractive, somewhat flirty woman), I tucked in, and then fell asleep again, awakening on what was extremely early morning local time. As it was a bit too early for breakfast and I was wide awake, I decided to use the gym downstairs, and pounded out a furious routine, running just over four miles and utilizing the weights for about 30 minutes. I’d been back to working out regularly the last few months to channel my stress and anger, and while I wasn’t yet anywhere near the “carved out of stone” status I had in my college days, I’d shed some pounds and was looking damn good for a man 10 years my junior. As I was leaving, I saw her again, coming into the workout room. She quickly hopped up on a bike, and began cycling through the screens, her headphones in and blasting music. I hesitated, taking her in again—up close, maybe 15 feet away, she looked even better. Her skin was flawless, her face chiseled and so damn lovely, with full lips, high cheekbones, and those eyes looked even larger. Her hair was in a ponytail, and although she was dressed in utilitarian workout pants and a large sportsbra, she looked incredibly appealing, and, dare I say it, fuckable as all hell. In fact, I felt myself starting to respond to her proximity and was starting to get some sensory overload, as my mind started clicking with thoughts of bending her over and ripping off her pants, grabbing her hips as I…

My reverie was broken as she looked up, and gave me a half smile of recognition, inclining her head towards me. As she reached for a headphone, I realized suddenly she wanted to say something to me, and I panicked, turning on my heel, grabbing the doorknob, and bolting from the room.

I literally ran to my room and hit the shower. What the hell was wrong with me? I was reacting to this girl like a scared teenager, and I couldn’t do anything in this situation. As I soaped off, I was bothered by another painful erection, and the object of my new lust kept popping into my head. I let my hands roam again, this time not wasting time and instead thinking about her in detail as I finished myself off, my release flushing down the drain along with the rest of the shower water. Relieved, I got out, dried myself off, dressed, and went down to meet Jim for breakfast at a cafe he had scoped out just down the block.

“You doing any better than yesterday?” he asked, between bites of his omelette.

“Yeah, I’m rested. Still jet lagged, but you know that takes a few days.”

“No, I mean the boner problem.”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. I think that girl just does something weird to me.”

“Yeah, well you probably need to get laid, my friend. How long’s it been?”

I ignored his question and said, “Well, it ain’t gonna happen this trip. I don’t know, maybe I’ll finally give in on the whole resentment thing with Theresa and jump her when I get home.”

“No! Fuck that, man, she cheated on you. And you know, despite what she said, it wasn’t just the one time, you know that. You need some strange, brother. Something to reinvigorate you. No matter what happens with you and Theresa, you need to remember that you’re a man, and be reminded of what it’s like to conquer something new. It’s too bad you couldn’t get that girl’s number.”

“Where’d you get that bullshit? Dr. Phil?”

“Hey, fuck you, buddy. I’m just trying to help you out here, and I’m being sincere. It may sound a little odd, but I really think it’d help. It’ll clear your mind, and get your mojo back.”

“I’m not doing that. Not with some random girl on a trip.”

“Who better than that?!” he asked incredulously.

“I dunno, maybe I’ll call a hooker or something.”

“Nah, that doesn’t mean anything. You’re just buying it, so there’s nothing there. You need a conquest, a real one. Whether you’re chasing her or vice versa, bro, you gotta fuck something new, and preferably something young. Something unmarred by childbirth and age.”

“Hey, Theresa looks damn good for a woman that’s had three kids.”

“Oh, for sure. Hell, if she weren’t your wife I’d hit it. But you know as well as I do that there’s nothing like something young and firm.”

“Anyway, it’s not important. I’m not doing it.”

“You telling me if you ran across that redhead right now, you wouldn’t fuck her brains out?”

“Actually, I ran into her a couple hours ago at the hotel gym.”

“No shit!? So, you get her number?”

“No, I turned on my heel and walked out.”

“Pussy!”

“Yeah, maybe so. But I’m not going to stoop to Theresa’s level or give her an opening to take the kids and half of my shit.”

“Whatever, bro. You know as well as I do that the chances of that are pretty slim, especially this far from home. But in the interim, just relax. Try and loosen up a bit. Even if you don’t fuck the little redheaded sexpot, you could talk to her, or some other girl. Maybe have a drink with some local sassy little Aussie beauty while you’re out here. Let the hair down a bit. It’s all good here, we’re on a working vacation, after all.”

“I just don’t know about that.”

“I know. Just think about it, for fuck’s sake. You need to lighten up a bit. Leave the bullshit behind back in the states, and enjoy this trip.” I thought about countering him, but instead I chewed my waffle and fruit, mulling over what he had said.

We spent the rest of the day alternating between a bit of sightseeing, and catching up on work and correspondence. Even though I was ostensibly out of office, it seemed there were always things that needed my attention, and I approved changes and responded back to a litany of queries from my software developers and testers. As the day got later, I logged into Skype, and took a video call with my family. Emily, my 13-year-old, had sensed some tension between her mother and me, though she hadn’t figured it all out. The twins were still eight and too young to know what was going on, luckily. However, though I had 30 very fun minutes with them where they all told me about their days, some movie they had seen last night, and a whole host of other stuff, it seemed telling that when Theresa got me to herself, she was almost businesslike, perfunctorily telling me about some household items and pediatrician visits that were upcoming. Finally, after a couple of minutes, she stopped, and said “Hey, I have to go, they’re begging for breakfast. Love you,” before quickly switching the connection off. I was a bit struck by her abruptness—I wasn’t sure at all what was happening between us, and her actions seemed rather telling. I glanced up and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. While it wasn’t a dramatic, movie of the week type moment, I felt a little deflated. I was supposedly in the prime of my life, still physically attractive, intelligent, and financially successful. Plus, to add insult to injury, I knew, from every single girl I had ever been with that I was possessed of a very nice, large piece of equipment, and here I was, in a celibate marriage that may, in fact, be loveless. I was angry, and felt defeated. I felt like I was too young to cash in my chips now, but really had no idea what to do.

A few minutes later, I was down the block in a local bar and burger joint, nursing a tall neck as I waited on a burger. An attractive, willowy blonde came up and sat beside me, and enquired what the score on the rugby game was. I confessed that I was only half watching. “Oi, an American,” she responded. “Of course you’re not interested.”

“No, I like rugby just fine,” I countered. “I even played some in college. I guess I was just kind of zoning out. Still a bit jet lagged and all that.”

“You played?” she said, giving me a bit of an assessing gaze, then reaching over and pinching my bicep through my hoodie. “Well, you just went up a notch in my book, then.”

Thus began a whole conversation about rugby. Charlene, or Charlie to her friends, was obviously more of an expert than I, but we compared its merits to NFL football, and she was quite impressed when I told her I had met Jerrod Hayne, who was a former all-star down under before coming to play for my hometown 49ers. She was a bit tomboyish, with shorter blonde hair and a nose stud, but appealing nonetheless. We chatted all through our burgers, and shared another beer afterward. As I was settling up my check, she asked me to see my phone, and input her number, instructing me that if I wanted to get a drink while I was in town, I should give her a call. While I wasn’t necessarily planning on it, I felt a bit better going back, like I could possibly get back in the swing of single life if I really needed to.

On Monday the conference began, and we started in with introductions about ourselves and our business goals. There were about 60+ attendees from across the globe, and each person got a few minutes, along with a few pointed questions from the panel running the conference. By the end of the morning, I was starting to get burned out and a bit tired, when I heard a very melodic, feminine voice began her pitch as “Mariah Grayson, and I’m the CIO of Graybach software…” As these things are normally 93% men, and most of the women look like my mom, I instinctively swiveled to get a look. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor when I recognized the redhead from the past several days. I looked up at the ceiling in disbelief, and Jim, seemingly reading my mind, leaned over and whispered, “Yep, bud, it even looks like God wants you to hit that.” Even though I’m not particularly religious and hadn’t been to a church in years, I hissed at him to shut up. As she paused to formulate an answer to a question for the panel, I noticed her steal a sideways glance down in my direction and give me a little smirking smile.

Lunch was brought in, and we finished up the afternoon with some relatively boring discussions about markets. Coming out of the conference room, I was chatting with some guy who had been seated next to me, when I heard the same voice say “Hello. Did you enjoy the first day?”

I turned and looked at her, and for a couple precious moments, she stole all my rational thoughts yet again. She was dressed in a decently conservative business skirt, matching jacket, and a pale pink blouse, but still, her curves, and, it seemed, her raw sexuality just oozed through. “Yeah, it was good,” I replied.

She extended her hand, “I’m Mariah.”

“Marcus Klein,” I replied, taking her hand, which was warm and incredibly smooth. She held my hand firmly, but not overly so, and as we touched the first time, I felt an almost electric pulse. I almost pulled back, but she held my hand and moved in her left to cover it.

“I’ve seen you around a couple of times,” she observed. “From the beach, and the workout room.”

“Yes,” I replied. I wasn’t sure what else to say, but I was a bit transfixed by this woman.

“I had wanted to talk to you, and introduce myself. I’m glad I finally got the opportunity.”

“Me too.”

“I’m glad I’ll be seeing more of you this week. Are you based in the states?”

“Yes. Seattle. You?”

“No. I mean, I’m American, but I’m in London most of the time.”

“No kidding? We’re opening a satellite office there at the end of the year.”

“Excellent. Here, let me give you my card. If you’re in town, give me a contact.” We quickly swapped business cards, and she reached out and softly grabbed my hand again, then said “Nice to finally meet you, Marcus,” before walking away. I stood unintentionally staring as her incredible ass swayed down the hall, before pulling myself out of my reverie. As I looked toward the lobby, I caught Jim, no more than 20 feet away, giving me his best amused, raised eyebrow smile.

I walked up beside him, but as he went to open his mouth, I just spat out “Shut up.” He laughed uproariously, and we set out in search of food.

The next day was pretty boring. We had a long talk about funding in the morning, and then a mind-numbing talk about budgets in the afternoon. By the time dinner came around, I was ready to eat my own hand out of both hunger and boredom. Jim and I were heading back down to the burger spot I’d come to several nights ago, when Mariah walked up and matched my gait. “Where you guys heading?” she asked.

“Dinner. Burgers and beers. You want to join us?” Jim volunteered before I could voice an objection. Truth was, I didn’t entirely trust myself around her.

“Love to!” she shot back.

“Great,” I added, trying to keep the fluster and frustration with Jim out of my voice. As we exited the lobby, though, Jim added a thought.

“Yeah. Although this number is uneven. I need a date, since you’ve already got one Marcus.” A date? Was he kidding? Shit, I…

“Wait, I have someone I can hit up, she might be available,” I shot back, and quickly pulled my phone out to text Charlie.

‘Interested in Dinner with me and a couple of friends?’ I typed out. Not even a minute passed before she replied.

‘Yeah, sounds fun. Was going to do something else but gf just canceled on me. Where?’

‘Same place. We’re heading over now.’

‘Cool, see u there.’

“Got a girl coming for you.”

“Damn. Marcus, that’s why you’re my partner and bestie,” Jim shot back. “You get shit done.”

“It’s just a gal I met the other night. You’ll like her, she’s spunky.”

“Oooh, spunky. I like it when they know what they want. She ride you well?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, fucker. You know I wouldn’t go there. Especially now.”

“What’s up?” Mariah inquired toward Jim.

“Marcus and his wife are in a really rough patch right now. I keep encouraging him to even the score, if ya get my drift.”

“Thanks for broadcasting my personal shit, dickhead.”

“What? I thought it was obvious.”

“You do have the look of a guy who hasn’t been laid in several months,” Mariah offered, looping her left hand in my right arm. “For what it’s worth, I think your wife is an idiot. You’re hot, and I’d bet money you’re the type of stud that’d curl any woman’s toes and leave her shaking,” she added, giving my bicep a firm squeeze.

“Uh, thanks,” I stammered, as I felt my cock give a big twitch in my boxer briefs.

“Keep the faith, hottie. Something good will happen for you soon,” she said, pulling herself a little closer into my side. I tried hard to suppress a shiver of excitement at her proximity and contact, with only moderate success, and she looked up at me with a mild smirk. I forced myself to quickly look away.

“So anyway,” I said, “what do you guys think of the conference so far.” Both Jim and Mariah snorted with laughter, seeing through my obvious ploy.

Dinner was fun, from every angle. Jim and Charlie hit it off like the oldest of friends, joking and flirting so much it was amazing. As we sat there, swapping stories and jokes and downing a couple more beers after dinner was cleared, it was obvious the way our little four top table was dividing, with the two of them increasingly into each other, and me and Mariah slowly leaning in. I was beginning to wonder if I should get out of there—my instincts were telling me that if I didn’t, I was likely to end up in that familiar dance—hey, why don’t you come to my room for a nightcap, oh, sure, but I can’t stay long, and then before you know it, your dick is in the girl’s mouth and you’re wracked with guilt. So, on the one hand, there was the pull of my still unresolved marriage, a long history, and my children—how could I reconcile losing all of that? On the other, there was this amazing creature I was drawn to, and the promise of bountiful and incredible sex. As we exited the restaurant, Charlie enticed Jim into a drink at her place, and we waved them off as she gave a cursory invite to join—it was pretty obvious Jim was getting laid that night, and I wasn’t about to cockblock. As we set back toward the hotel, the sun was slowly moving down, and Mariah suggested a walk on the beach, to which I readily agreed—I was enjoying the night, but also didn’t trust myself and felt like it would be a good idea to stay in public with this girl.

Oddly enough, when we got to the beach, it was starting to clear quite a bit, and only a few people remained, which was almost a bit creepy, but then I remembered we were on the eastern seaboard of the country, so without direct sun for the last hour plus, the temperature was no longer ideal for hanging out in just a swimsuit. “It’s nice, with it this quiet,” she said, leaning into my arm a bit.

“Yeah…” I said hesitantly.

“What’s a matter, stud? Don’t trust yourself not to rape me out here, alone-ish?”

“Umm…yeah, something like that, I suppose.”

“What’s really going on with you, anyway?”

“You don’t want to hear my problems,” I shot back.

“Try me. We’re probably not going to see each other after this week, so who am I going to tell?” I glanced at her for a few agonizingly long moments, scanning her face for any ulterior motives. I had no reason to distrust her, other than the fact that she obviously wanted to fuck me. But I also figured I needed a perspective beyond just Jim’s, too—I love the guy, but he’s a moron sometimes, especially with girls.

“It’s just weird. My wife and I, that is…” I began.

“How so?”

“Well, we’ve been together for a long time. Since college. We’ve got great kids, but when I started this business, our relationship took a back seat to being a father and CIO…”

“As it does so often…”

“Right. So, anyway, we started to have less time for each other. So she was only working part time, but then she decided that since the kids were old enough, she was going to go back into the workforce again, and she took a new job. But then, she met this guy at work, and they connected or some bullshit, and pretty soon she was making all kinds of excuses about going out with friends or the gym or whatever.”

“I think I see where this is going.”

“Duh. So I was kind of starting to wonder what was up, but of course you don’t want to think that. So I didn’t do any searching. But her computer is synced to her phone messaging account, and one day she leaves her laptop open as she dashes out the door, and it was a rare morning where I didn’t leave before her. And I’m sitting in the bedroom as it dings, having my morning coffee, and her computer is right there, and even though I tried hard not to look, it was right there…”

“What did it say?”

“Trust me, it wasn’t ambiguous at all.”

“What did it say?” she pressed.

“I can still smell your sweet pussy all over me from last night. Wish you could have stayed longer.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. So I flipped out, started looking through all her messages. Social media, programs, all of it. Her passwords were super easy to crack, the dog’s name plus a number, only took a couple of tries. And I saw it all. Six months of carnage. She tried to tell me it was a one-time thing, and she’s still maintaining that. But I know it wasn’t just that.”

“They never want to admit it.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yeah, though mine wasn’t a very long-lasting relationship, only about 10 months. Plus it was two years ago. Anyway, go on.”

“Well, that’s pretty much it. I confronted her. We had a blowout. She yelled a lot, and I surprisingly didn’t much at all. She lied repeatedly and still hasn’t come clean. I slept at Jim’s the first night, then a hotel for a couple more, because I couldn’t bear to look at her. I came back to find out she’d taken the kids to her Mom’s. She threatened to move out. I threatened to rake her over the coals as the unfaithful party and make sure she got nothing in the divorce. Eventually, we established this very tentative truce. She suggested I sleep in the guest room, and I suggested she fuck off, so now there’s a distance between us in the bed you could fit two people in. We act like roomies, and we take care of our children like it’s a business partnership. Which I suppose it actually is. We haven’t even kissed since then. We’ve been seeing a therapist off and on, but it doesn’t seem like there’s much progress being made. I get angry because I spent all this time doing this shit for her, so we could have a bigger house and better things and all that crap, and she runs off and shags some dipshit like it’s nothing.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s next?”

“The eternal question. Honestly, I have no idea. I don’t want to put my kids through a divorce and all the requisite carnage that comes with it, but I also don’t know how long I can stay in an unhappy marriage.”

“No notions of carrying on and just playing around?” she asked, wheeling around in front of me and stopping in her tracks. I had to take a moment to respond, checking all of the emotions that were flying around in my chest.

“Definitely not. I’m not that type of guy.”

“Why not? Is it just the sneaking around and lying that doesn’t appeal to you, or is it a moral objection?”

“Mostly moral. I almost feel like I could play around and flaunt it in her face and she’d deserve it at this point. But I don’t want to be a cheater. I’ve never done that and I don’t think I want to start now.”

“So hypothetically, if an attractive stranger on a beach far, far away from home invited you back to her hotel room for an evening of wild, uninhibited, no-strings private bumping…”

“I’d have to say no,” I laughed “even if I was ridiculously tempted.”

She shrugged. “Can’t blame a lady for trying.”

“Fair enough.” We stood in silence for a few uncomfortable moments, before she returned to my side and put her arm in mine again to indicate we should begin walking again. After a few steps, I asked her, “So…question. How did you get over being cheated on?”

She shrugged again. “Time, mostly. Mine was a different situation. I dumped him immediately when I found out and he wouldn’t be honest with me. Then I got on Tinder and fucked a couple of other guys to get him out of my head.” I laughed and shook my head. “What,” she continued, “haven’t you ever heard that old joke? The quickest way to get over someone…”

“Is to get under someone else. Yeah, I have. Not sure about it, though.”

“Well, trust me, it helps.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

We continued on for another minute in silence, before she spoke up again. “I have a crazy idea, if you’re willing to listen.”

“What’s that?”

“How about if you dig out your phone, and we snap a few naughty pics? A little something for your personal spank bank.”

“How would that help?”

“Well, you get to have some fun with another girl without breaking your moral code. And I could get off knowing that you’re looking at me and stroking your big hard dick at my pictures.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on. I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“It just seems a bit weird…”

“This whole situation is weird. We both want to be bad, but you can’t, which I respect. Plus, in case you haven’t guessed, I haven’t had a ton of men turn me down when I offer to touch their cock.”

“I figured.”

“You may actually be the first since I was 15 and had glasses and zits.”

“Fair enough,” I added with a laugh.

“So let me do this for you.”

“Um, okay. Where?”

“How about right here?”

I looked around. We had walked far enough and traveled behind enough dunes that the section of beach we were on was deserted. There was still probably at least a half hour or more of light left from the descending sun. I shrugged and gestured my assent.

“Great!” she beamed. “Get out your phone.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“I’ll be fine.” And with that, she took off her hoodie, and laid it on the ground. Kneeling, she whipped off her shirt, and I felt my own internal temperature raise. I started snapping pictures like there was no tomorrow. “I’m going to give you a show you’ll remember, cutie,” she added, and I watched as she slowly did a striptease, removing her bra, and playing with her breasts and rolling her thick coral-colored nipples between her fingers and thumbs to make them stand up even more. I clicked away as she laid on her back, sensually stripping away her jeans to reveal a lacy matching thong, which she played with for a few agonizingly slow moments before slowly sliding it off. She slowly caressed her thighs up and down, moving in closer to her shaved mound with each pass upward. As she opened up her legs for me more, I got the first scent of her feminine lubrication, and realized that I was incredibly hard and uncomfortably straining against my jeans. I paused my snapping to adjust myself, and she smiled at my condition. She began to slowly pass over her opening, very lightly tracing over her lips and opening, and her lips began to spread a bit as she became more aroused. “Hey, I have an idea,” she piped up.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Come here,” she said, patting the ground between her knees.

“Um, okay…” I said, hesitantly complying.

“Switch to video. I’ll play with myself, and if you get it from this angle. When you look at it later, it’ll be like a POV shot of you fucking me.”

“Okay…” I replied. I was beginning to get a bit overly stimulated by the situation.

“Good!” she said cheerily, and as I internally gave up and switched to video, she began very lightly brushing over her clit. I marveled as I tried to focus on my phone, the vantage point was fantastic. After a few moments, she began to slowly rub her clit, and I noticed that she was beginning to lube liberally. Her breathing began to increase, and she started emitting some very soft moans. “I love having my clit played with just as much as any girl,” she said, rubbing it even faster, “but baby, what really, really gets me off is a really big, hard dick hitting my g spot hard. It’s the quickest way to make me cum.” She quickly dove two fingers into her slit, pushing in with almost no resistance. “My fingers work, but a big dick is so much better to hit everything and get me there nice and quick.”

I was transfixed, as I watched her start pushing into her pussy with abandon. Her hand quickly became a blur as she began to make slapping noises from the impact of her hand, and after what seemed like a very short time, she visibly came, arching her hips up and crying out as her body trembled. “Oh god, that was a good one!” she yelled out, and after a few moments of recovery, she put her ass back down on her sweater and started in again, hooking her fingers into herself aggressively as she reached up and torqued her left nipple hard, twisting it. I was overwhelmed, not knowing where to look, struggling to keep my phone hand steady due to the spectacle before me, the smell of her heavenly scent, and the sheer eroticism of the spectacle before me. She was climbing rapidly again, and it seemed like only another few moments before she came hard again, releasing a strangled yowl. As she slowly came back to earth, she looked at me with hooded eyes and said, “I normally never cum this hard. I guess you watching me has me all worked up.”

“I know the feeling.”

“Poor guy,” she observed with a wicked half smile, looking down at my engorged prick, aching to get out of my jeans. “Too bad I can’t give him any relief.” She pulled her fingers out of herself, brought them up to her mouth to lick them, then stopped short. “You strike me as a guy that really likes to pleasure a woman.”

“Well, I…” I replied, but was cut short as she thrust them into my mouth. I was overwhelmed, the taste of her was heavenly and aromatic, and as I closed my eyes and sucked in her juices, I felt her close around me, her body pressed to me tightly. She felt amazing, her firm breasts thrust against my chest as she deftly replaced her fingers with her tongue, and I was completely lost as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, my hands exploring her ass and the smooth skin of her back.

“If you want more of that, you can get it directly from the source,” she whispered into my ear, as she slid back onto the ground, opening her legs and beckoning me with her finger.

For a brief moment, I advanced. I was possessed of nothing but lust, a desire to dive between her legs and taste her delicious juices and then fuck her until we were both sore. But then, a pang of guilt took over. A voice in my head resoundingly said “No, this isn’t what you wanted.” I hesitated, then stopped completely. “I…I can’t. I’m sorry.” And I got up and started running. She called out after me, but I was already committed, sprinting as hard as I could, running like crazy. I went on and on until my legs burned, driven by panic and guilt, until finally, I had to stop. I slumped over, putting my hands on my quads as I wheezed and tried to avoid retching, and as I glanced back, I didn’t even see a trace of her. Looking up, I saw my hotel in the distance, and I was amazed I’d covered this much ground so quickly. I spent another minute or so letting my breathing and heart rate return to something approximating normal, and then made my way up to the hotel. As I got into the room, I began to pace, angrily, going over the whole scene. How could I have been so stupid? I was only a few moments away from fucking her, the thing I swore I wouldn’t do, and I was upset with myself. Was I overthinking this? She had pushed my boundaries, sure, but should I have just done it? Was I brave, or was I just a pussy? As I was stewing in my outrage, I heard a soft knock on the door. I charged over and threw it open, and was surprised to see Mariah in the doorway. “What?!” I spat out indignantly.

“I’m sorry,” she offered meekly.

“Okay,” I said curtly, not in the mood to deal with her. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, this,” she added, reaching into her back pocket and producing my phone. “You forgot it. I thought you might want it back.”

“Oh. Um, thank you.” I hadn’t even processed that it wasn’t in my pocket.

“You’re welcome, brand new iPhone, and I know that’s expensive. I thought you might want it back.”

“Yeah.”

“I was way out of line, I should have respected your boundaries. I’m sorry, and I’ll leave you alone. If you want to, we can talk some other time. I just wanted to return that to you before you went out and blew a bunch of money on a replacement you don’t need.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you again.”

“Sure thing. Goodnight.” With that, she turned and started to walk down the hall.

“Hey,” I called out after her, and she turned around and looked at me expectantly. “How’d you find out what room I was in?”

“I ran into Jim in the lobby. I don’t think his date went swimmingly, honestly. But I explained to him what happened—in general terms, don’t worry—and told him I needed to apologize and give it back to you.”

“Okay. Thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, turning on her heel. “You’re actually only six doors down from me,” she called out over her shoulder. As she strode down the hall, I caught myself looking at that amazing ass again. I quickly closed my door and sat down, chiding myself for the events of the evening again. After a few minutes of stewing, I turned on the TV, but eventually, I gave up switching through the channels and pulled up the video. Guiltily, I pleasured myself to it twice that night before I finally fell into a fitful sleep.

The next day I went through the conference in a bit of a daze. Jim and I grabbed lunch, and I filled in the blanks for him. “You’re a much stronger man than I, my friend. I’d have fucked her till the sun came up.”

“I nearly did.”

“Well, no judgement here if you did. But I’m glad you feel good about your decision.”

I hesitated and then changed the subject. “So how was your night, anyway? Mariah said you looked frustrated.”

“It wasn’t terrible. She just got way too drunk, which ruined things at the end.”

“How so?”

“Well, we went back to her place, and had another drink. Then we fooled around, and finally ended up in her bedroom fucking. We went one round, and it was good, don’t get me wrong—the girl gave a mean blow job, for sure. But then after the first round I was wanting to go again after a quick break, but she wanted to do shots. So we took two tequila shots in the course of 10 minutes, and she passed the fuck out. I mean, right out. I woke her up and helped her into bed, and she was all apologetic and sloppy and shit. I left and came back to my room.”

“Bummer.”

“Yeah. She sent me an apology text this morning and offered to make up for it tonight, so we’ll see. I think she’s just a total lightweight. But she’s a nice girl and a lot of fun. No matter what happens, I appreciate you hooking us up. Thank you again.”

“No sweat, brother.”

The afternoon drug even more than the morning. By the end of the session, I nearly bolted out. Mariah tried to catch my eye, but I just shook my head no to her and kept on walking. I went back to my room, ordered food, and holed up for the evening watching TV, taking a break only to Skype with my kids. My wife was cold and all business yet again, and I went to bed angry.

The next day, as the last presentation was winding up, Mariah caught up to me, and firmly said “We need to talk.”

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Not standing here. Let’s go get a drink. I need to explain myself and try to make this whole thing right.” I nodded my assent, and we went to the lobby bar and found a booth. As our first beers came, she leveled her gaze and said, “I know I said I’m sorry a few times already, and I don’t want to just keep repeating that. What I did was over the line by about a mile.”

“I’ll say,” I replied.

“The first second I saw you, I was attracted to you. I seriously wanted to just grab you, drag you back to my room, and screw the hell out of you. And I could have sworn you had the same inkling too, so I…”

“That’s not the point…”

“I know it’s not. Let me finish. I’m sexually frustrated right now, I haven’t had a steady boyfriend in three years, since my partner and I founded this company. I haven’t even gotten laid in 10 months, because even finding a hookup takes time and energy I don’t possess after working 80 plus hours a week. And seeing you here, for whatever reason, just the way you look at me makes me wet. Even when you’re angry, it makes me horny. I’m not saying this is an excuse, I really didn’t intend on attacking you the other night. But you in close proximity like that, with everything going on, me being that turned on from just cumming twice, it was like all my reason and control just went right out the window. So I did something I shouldn’t have ever done.”

“Okay…”

“I don’t want our relationship to take such a sour turn before we can even become friends. I’d like to start over, if we could, and just try to keep it as a friendship. If you ever get in a position where you can do more, I obviously would be interested. But in the meantime, especially with you dealing with all the bullshit with your marriage and everything else, can we just start over and pretend this didn’t happen?”

“Yeah, I’m willing to do that.”

“Thank you,” she said sweetly, grabbing my hand. As she touched me, I again tried to order my penis to behave and not inflate yet again. Mercifully, she let go quickly, and steered the conversation to work. We began a discussion about application development, the rigors of building a business, and the joys of being the buzzkill in the room who explained to business-oriented folks why something couldn’t be done. As we killed our beers, a couple of small plates, and another round, I relaxed for the first time, and realized perhaps this was just a case of mutual horniness and sexual frustration boiling over between two people. The truth was, I really liked this woman as a person, and was relieved the tension was finally cut.

After about an hour of chatting and bantering, I told her I wanted to put a lid on the evening and call it good. “Wait, before you go, do a shot with me for the road.”

“You trying to get me drunk?”

“Please, three drinks? You don’t strike me as a lightweight. Besides, I literally just want to do one shot. If I do it by myself, I look like an alky or some girl who’s just looking to be a barslut tonight.”

“Fair enough. What are we drinking?”

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“I’ll take care of that. Be right back.” She got up and strode across the room, then chatted with the bartender for a few minutes. He asked her a few questions, then finally begin mixing something in a shaker. I realized I was watching her intently from across the bar and quickly busied myself with my phone. Finally, after a few minutes, she came back with a shaker and a couple of rocks glasses on a tray.

“What kind of shot is this? You look like you’re prepared for a long night, there.”

“It’s a mixed drink. It’s called a surfer on acid. Bartender didn’t know how to make it, so I had to give him some guidance. You’d think in a surfing mecca it’d be a staple, but whatever.”

“What is it?”

“Jagermeister, coconut rum, pineapple juice, etcetera.”

“Ugh. I hate Jager.”

“You won’t even taste it, trust me.”

“Okay, I’ll trust you, but I reserve the right to complain.”

“You won’t, believe me,” she said, grabbing the shaker and giving it a few more shakes before pouring a generous helping into each glass. “Down it quickly,” she admonished, raising her glass.

“Um, okay.”

“To not pissing off friends,” she said, clinking my glass. I smiled and downed my shot.

“Not bad,” I replied after downing it.

“Told you. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”

“Okay, fine, you were right.”

“I’m often so. It’s an annoying trait, I’m told.”

“It can be.”

“Well, I’ll just have to learn to deal with your annoying traits if we’re going to be friends.”

“Cool,” she said, emptying out the rest of the shaker into each glass, “let’s kill the last remnants of this before the ice dilutes the rest of it.”

“Sounds good.” We clinked glasses again and I drained the last bits of my glass. “You’re a very intriguing woman, Mariah.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“No, I meant it as a compliment.”

“I know, I was just fucking with you.”

“Fair enough. I was just intending on this week being a boring work exercise, learning some, goofing off, and maybe…” My stomach suddenly lurched. I paused and took a moment to try and compose myself.

“And maybe what?”

It was one of the strangest sensations I’d ever had. Literally, one moment I was fine, chatting away amiably, and the next my body felt a tingly, distinct rush. My head was on fire, my tongue was thickening, and my heart rate increased. I waited a few seconds, pausing to see if it would pass, and it didn’t. I started to panic. I was going to throw up, soon, it felt like. I had to get back to my room, pronto.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Umm…I don’t know. I’m feeling a little bit funny. I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh no!”

“Yeah. Listen, I hate to be rude, but I think I’m going to go back to my room and lie down.”

“No problem. I’ve got the check. We’ll hang out some other time.”

I got up and made a beeline for the elevator. Riding up one floor, the sensation increased, I began to fear I might not make it and wondered if I should have gone to the lobby bathroom instead. As the elevator opened, I dashed for my room and ran straight into the bathroom. I centered myself over the toilet and readied myself for the inevitable, breathing hard as I prepared to be sick, but nothing happened. My stomach roiled and flipped once, then a second time, and then just as suddenly as it had started, my wave of nausea passed. I waited for one more moment, took a leak, and then exited to the bathroom to sit on the bed.

I felt okay, overall. I was still quite warm so I ditched my shirt, and, since I was slightly sweating, my pants as well. I normally run cold so it was a very odd sensation. I sat there in my boxer briefs, feeling an odd, rising body buzz, warm and getting uncomfortable. I reached over into the minibar fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, slightly cursing the waste of eight bucks, and downed the entire thing in about 60 seconds and four gulps. Sitting there, feeling this strange buzz and warm sensation, I wasn’t sure what to do. I no longer felt sick, but didn’t feel entirely normal, either. I switched the TV on, and as I began to get comfortable, another wave of body buzz hit me, this one even more intense, but without the stomach flip. My skin felt odd, and when I touched my arm I felt a tingle of pleasure, and found myself smiling and closing my eyes at the sensation. My cock began to swell involuntarily in my shorts, and as I looked down, I noticed the head poking out past the waistband. I reached down and began absentmindedly fondling my engorged prick, and as I touched myself, began to feel some sparks firing off throughout my body. My erection felt like granite and I realized I was incredibly horny. Maybe it was just a reaction to the alcohol and Mariah’s presence, but I was hornier than I could remember being for years. I was desperate to get some release, which seemed like it was a ways off on the horizon. I was unconcerned with where my cum went, too horny to even find porn, all that mattered was getting to that sweet ejaculation that I knew was in the distance somewhere.

As I was pumping my erection furiously, possessed of nothing but my own need, I heard a tapping sound. At first, I ignored it, but it became more insistent, a knocking at the door. I groaned, and quickly searched around the room, eyes lighting on the robe that came with the room, as I pulled it on quickly. I glanced down, realizing that my hard member was still standing at attention, and forming a sizable tent on the front of my robe. As the knocking resumed, I pulled open the door a few inches, using it to shield and cover my now-obnoxious erection. Mariah stood on the other side of the door, clad in a robe as well. “Hi Marcus,” she quickly gushed, “I’m sorry to bother you, but my toilet is having some weird problem and the maintenance guys are over there trying to fix it. It’s like, backing up or something strange. And I really, really have to pee. Do you mind if I use yours? I don’t want to run down to the lobby like this.”

I groaned inside, but not knowing any way to say she couldn’t come in because I was in the middle of jerking it, I just nodded and indicated the bathroom. “Thanks!” she blurted, rushing for the door and shutting it behind her. I stood there for a second, awkwardly not knowing what to do, finally rushing over to the bed, sitting down, and throwing a pillow over my lap as I crossed my legs. Still, my penis showed no signs of flagging—what was wrong with me? I focused on the TV for distraction, and was flipping through channels when she came out.

“Thank you,” she said, as she came near the bed and smiled at me. “My eyeballs were floating there.”

“Glad I could help,” I smiled back. I was incredibly nervous, uncomfortable, and just wanted her to leave.

“Feeling any better?”

“Eh, a bit. I think I’m just going to lie down and rest, call it an early night.”

“Yeah, I think I’m feeling a bit the same as you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not, I haven’t felt this horny in ages.” Wait, what? I did a double take and stared at her. “You’re hard right now, aren’t you?”

“Wha…” I managed to get out, confused.

“You’re hard. You’re sitting like that because you have a huge boner, and you were probably jerking off before I came in here.”

“How…wait, how…” I spat out as my head span.

“I have a really horrible confession to make,” she responded, lowering her gaze a bit. “And you might be a little bit mad at me. But the truth is, I slipped something in your drink. Well, both of us, really, because the only way to do it inconspicuously was to put it in the shaker and both our shots.”

My head began to swim. “What are you talking about…”

“A little mixture,” she interrupted. “Viagra for stamina and drive, and some MDMA to get you nice and horny,” she purred, stepping forward, and pushing her robe open to expose her sexy pale cleavage.

“You drugged me?!”

“That’s what I just said, silly,” she replied with a knowing smirk, as she closed the distance between us and laid her hand on my arm in a way that was both innocent and incredibly sexy. I felt a shiver, and tried to suppress it, but the expression on her face showed she had picked up on it.

“Wait, isn’t MDMA…”

“Ecstasy, yes.” She bent down and put her face less than a foot from mine. “Plus a little bit of liquor to get you loosened up, of course, but you already knew that. I’m not incredibly proud of it, but I hope you understand I needed to. I could tell you were a good boy, and that you’d never cheat on your wife. But I could tell that you wanted to. And I’ve wanted you so badly this whole trip. I wanted that cock in my mouth so badly, fucking my face, until I drained those big balls of yours…” I felt a hand around my still hard length, and realized that she had slid the pillow to the side, and was jacking my prick gently with her warm, small hand. “Ooh, it’s bigger than it looked in your pants.” And with that, she abruptly bent down, swallowing my impressive length in one gulp, and bobbed her head up and down eagerly on it, before pulling off and giving a few luxurious, long licks, looking up at me greedily as she did so. I wanted to object, to throw her off me, but her touch was so magical, and I was feeling so incredible, a buzzing, euphoric sensation coursing through all of me as she lovingly and greedily attended to my tool. It was like I was frozen, watching her handle me, and I was entranced as she slipped off her robe gracefully, moving up, straddling me, and pulling me in for a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, her mouth sweet with a tinge of the liquor from before, and before I knew it, she had her breasts in my face, as I devoured her large, stiff nipples, greedily sucking them into my mouth. Her tits were gigantic, and though I’d lied to my wife a million times and told her I was an ass and leg man (which wasn’t entirely untrue, I do love both parts and she had exceptionally nice both), I love huge tits, especially firm, amazing ones like these. They were incredibly ripe, a bit of softness, but so firm they simply stood up perkily, seemingly at attention. Youth, it seemed, did have advantages.

Theresa! I felt a sudden surge of guilt, and tried to push her off of me, crying out “Wait, I can’t!” She pushed forward, silencing my mouth with hers, and as her weight shifted forward, I had to put one of my hands behind me in order to catch my balance. As she crushed her body to me, I put an arm around her, relishing the feeling of her soft, silken skin and the weight of her breasts against me. She ground her snatch across my hard length, and I groaned as I felt her wetness, which was already flowing copiously.

“There’s no way I’m getting off of you until you’ve fucked me,” she said, her voice husky with need. “And don’t even lie to me and tell me you don’t want to or don’t need it just as bad as I do right now. Your body is buzzing just like mine.” She kissed me insistently, and as she did, I felt her hand reach in between us and roughly insert me into her cavern, her weight bearing down as her wet, heavenly pussy enveloped me. An almost orgasmic electric sensation ran down my cock, and then up my entire body, but amazingly, I didn’t cum. “That’s going to keep happening,” she admonished, seeming to read my mind. “You’re in now,” she added, as her hips began to move along my length, “you might as well keep going. You’ve already started. Tonight it’s just us, your wife is a half a world away, and we’ll probably never see each other again. What happens here stays here, so let’s have some fun, sexy.” Whatever doubt I had left was melting away as the animal part of my brain slowly took over, and before I knew it, I felt my hips pumping back into her. She began slowly moaning and put her arms around my neck as she kissed me again, pushing me onto my back as she began to get into a solid rhythm of riding my cock.

“That’s it baby, let me fuck you just like this,” she purred as she began to play with her clit. “I love being on top, sitting on a nice hard thick cock. It makes me cum so hard to be filled like this.” I laid back in wonder as I saw her pale skin flushing red all along her chest and moving down into her breasts. “Oh god, big long hard cock, filling me. You’re hitting every inch, reaching my g-spot so well…” I put a little extra pop into my hips as she continued to push down, and reached around to grab her ass with both hands. “Yes baby, grab my ass, play with it, pull it apart and give me every inch of that cock.” I spread her ass cheeks as I thrust up into her, and as I pushed up as far as I could on her downstroke, I felt her clamp down hard and her wetness flow. “God yes baby, make me cum hard just like that,” she shouted. I reached up to her face, intending to push my fingers through her hair and grab a handful, but instead she intercepted my hand and plunged her mouth around my finger. She sucked it into her mouth erotically, giving it a great blowjob treatment, and when I finally pulled it out, I looked at it glistening and got an idea, quickly moving to insert it into her backdoor. I managed to slip the first knuckle in with little resistance, and she groaned and said “Mmm, I like that. We’re going to have some fun with that later.” As we continued our rut, I began slowly moving it in and out, not wanting to push her pucker too far, but enjoying the sensations it was firing off in her heavenly pussy.

Suddenly I needed to be on top, so I pushed her knee back and quickly rolled her over. I grabbed her shoulders as I plunged in as deep as I could in this position, and she moaned out a “Oh god baby, yes…” as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I felt another wave of almost orgasmic contractions hit me, my body shuddering, but yet again didn’t cum, but after a few more thrusts, felt her clamp and release her wetness yet again. “Shit, did you feel that?” she asked, as I continued to plow into her steadily.

“Yeah, that was something.”

“It’s like we’re cumming together already. Back and forth between us. Damn…”

I had no response, so I reached down and latched onto her nipple, tugging lightly with my teeth, and felt her close down on me again. “Uhhhh, god, fuck you’re good…” she said, as another ripple shot through my body. She pulled me flat against her, and kissed me deeply as I thrust in hard. I pulled back with my torso and pried her legs apart, then began hammering her hard with long, measured strokes, enough to create a ridiculously loud slap with each impact. She began blurting out with each slap of my hips against hers. “Fuck…baby…yes…just…keep…doing…that…oh fuck…” and with that, I felt her grip me again, triggering an even harder wave through every inch of my body—it was like a level I’d never tapped into during sex, the ability to orgasm internally but not actually shoot my load. I remembered that once many years ago I had managed this with Theresa, but quickly shook my head to rid myself of the thought and just kept up with the only thing that mattered in my world at the moment, fucking Mariah until she begged me to stop. She pulled me against her again, closing her legs around me and keeping me in the close confines of her body and pussy, as I put my arms around her and drew her as close to my body as possible.

We went on and on, our bodies slick with sweat and our respective crotches sodden with her freely flowing juices. Time seemed to barely pass, and as we flowed into each other, I felt another wave, the most powerful yet, flow through me and then into her. “You’ve going to cum soon,” she said, almost matter of factly. “Let me help you with that,” and with that, she pushed me off of her, and as I stood up on my knees, she quickly got on all fours and swallowed my entire length. As she started sucking hard, I involuntarily pistoned my hips, and she helped me by grabbing onto my ass and encouraged me to fuck her face hard. I normally have a difficult time cumming from a blowjob, but this girl was so incredibly articulate, putting just the right pressure on with her lips, rolling her tongue along my length, and very gently kneading my balls in her hand, that it was probably less than a minute before I was rising, and as I closed my eyes and threw my head back, my world began to tilt and I screamed out what was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I spurt hard five times directly into her greedy mouth, and as I started to recover enough to finally open my eyes, I realized I was still delivering some less powerful contractions into her greedy, still-swallowing mouth. Finally, my spurts ceased, as she looked up at me with wide eyes, continuing to suck until she was sure she had gotten every last drop. As she disengaged, I dropped backward and sat with my legs beside each thigh.

Mariah looked up at me, reaching down with her hand to push a few stray drops of my cum that had fallen out of her mouth back up from her lower lip and just above her chin. I watched her swallow, then say “I was going to try and save it in my mouth and show it to you, but there was too much of it. Holy shit you cum buckets!” I slumped down a bit and exhaled, my brain still reeling from the draining of my energy and fluids. As I looked down, I realized my cock wasn’t really flagging, but my body needed a little break, and I moved into a more comfortable sitting position on the edge of the bed as she went over to the fridge and pulled out a couple of bottles of gatorade, handing me one. “Trust me, you’ll need this, your body will be a bit depleted.” I nodded and took a huge pull, then two more, emptying 2/3 of the bottle. She sat down next to me and pulled my head in, giving me another toe-curling kiss. “I’m sorry for tricking you. I know this might not make sense, but I needed you.”

I paused to think, emptying my bottle. After a few moments, thinking through the fog and finally finding some clarity in the exhaustion and confusion, I said “I’m not entirely sure how I’ll feel about all this later, but for right now I’m not that mad. A little bewildered and overwhelmed, maybe, but whatever.”

“When I first saw you from the beach, I had a deep, gut-level, visceral reaction I’ve only had once before with a man. I knew we were destined to be lovers, if only for a night. I thought you felt it too.”

“I’m not even sure what I felt. It was something weird, but…” I trailed off, not sure how to put my thoughts into words.

“I know.” She paused to swing her legs over my lap, putting her hand on my shoulder. “You have all this guilt and love and fear wrapped around and tangled up in your wife and kids. Life has a way of complicating the animal part of us. I just wanted you to embrace the animal part, even if it was just for a night.”

“Well, I guess that’s what we just did.”

“Marcus, we just fucked for about two hours. I’d say that’s pretty animalistic.”

I glanced at the clock and realized she was right. She pushed her fingers through the hair on the back of my head, and pulled me into another kiss. “Did it work?” she asked, giggling.

“It’s still working.”

“Oooh, goody! So, what else can I bring out in you tonight?”

I threw her legs off me, and stood up over her, my legs against the edge of the bed. My rod was still erect, proudly standing up, and I pulled her by her thighs to the edge of the bed, wasting little time as I sank into her again. “Damn, you feel good,” she purred, and I began a slow, intense rhythm with her, pushing into her deeply. After a few minutes of steady fucking, it occurred to me that I had yet to taste her, so I pulled out as she whimpered, and placed my mouth squarely on her slit, giving her a little bit of a buildup around her clit, then diving in directly. She was already warmed up and ready, so I began with a light, fluttery tease against her button, but quickly changed that up into a hard, long probing up and down drag with the blade of my tongue, and she was shortly grabbing my head and shoving me in harder. I quickly snaked a finger in, and had to push to find her g-spot—most women I’ve been with had it nearer their opening, but hers was positioned a bit higher, which made sense when she’d talked about a big cock hitting it best—but once I found it, it seemed like only a few thrusts before she was going off again, flooding my mouth with her cum, and even though she wasn’t touching me, I swear another wave passed through my body. She pushed my head up, and growled “Enough! That was amazing, but I need you to fuck me again.” I stood up, plunged back in, and gave her a few hard strokes, pulled out, spanked her clit with my hard cock, and she gave off another small squirt right onto my cock, as yet another wave passed between us and I trembled. “You see what I mean about us being meant to fuck?”

I nodded, lost in the moment, then quickly flipped her over onto her stomach. “I guess we shouldn’t disappoint the sex gods, then,” I shot back, and as she put her feet under her and leaned over the bed—how did she know this was my favorite position? Most women just crawled up on the bed when I did this. I shook my head, lined up, and slid into her heavenly slit again. It seemed like less than a dozen strokes before she was contracting again, and I was having to pause both due to her sudden tightness and my own spasm of pleasure. I began thrusting again, but after a few more moments, she stood up and put her lips near mine, whispering sweetly, “Baby, my poor pussy needs a quick break, you’ve pounded her sore. But I’ve got another place you can put him that I’ll love just as much. With that, she leaned forward, pulling me out, and she grabbed her robe and pulled out a small bottle of Astroglide. “I was hoping we’d get a chance to use this,” she said, as she poured some into her hand, letting it warm a bit before generously slathering it over my cock. She dumped a little more onto her fingers, then laid down on her back with her legs off the edge of bed, raised them up to where her feet where near her head, and slowly pushed her first two fingers into her asshole, working it open bit by bit. “I want to to start off with you looking at me as you fuck my asshole,” she explained, as she reached out and grabbed my prick, guiding the head towards her puckered star. I felt myself steel even more—it’d been ages since I had been up a woman’s backdoor, and I was even more turned on by the whole situation if that was possible. I pushed in gently, allowing her to breathe and open up her outer ring at first, then gave a half dozen very slow, shallow thrusts, until her inner ring finally began to relax and accommodate my size. She broke out into a huge grin as she felt me pushing in more and more, and when my balls finally made contact with her ass, she said “I think this may be the biggest cock I’ve ever had up my ass. I’m very picky about who I let up there, you know.”

“Well I’m glad I made the cut, then.”

“Baby, with the way you fuck me, I’ll be yours anytime you want. Anytime, anyplace, any hole, stud.”

I leaned forward and kissed her, and she responded back with a moan and another contraction of her body, as her asshole gripped my tool like a steel band, almost uncomfortable. I stopped thrusting for a second, and my body shuddered and convulsed almost involuntarily. As she watched me shiver, she smiled up at me and said “You know, this is most intimate and vulnerable position a woman can give a man. Completely exposed, anal play, no barriers. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” She kissed me again as I tried to speak, then whispered in my ear “You don’t have to say anything. I know what you’re feeling.” She pushed me off, grabbed the lube, applied some more to me, and then beckoned me onto the bed as she crawled up it and turned over doggystyle, presenting her asshole to me. I wasted no time crawling up on the bed, and entered her again.

We continued rutting like animals possessed, sweat soaked and uncaring. I grabbed onto her hair and gave it a hard pull, and she groaned in appreciation, her mane a rat’s nest of tangles and perspiration. She moaned again hard, and I pushed in just in time to catch my entire length in her as she clamped down on me so tight I couldn’t move, as I shook with pleasure. “That was a good one,” she said, and less than a minute later she came again, with me again quaking hard. As I began thrusting again, she said “I love how you cum with me, it’s so hot.”

“Damn, I know. Never had this happen before.”

“Me either. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s incredible,” I said. I was feeling the distant pull of another cum, though, and was hoping it would be another dry one as I didn’t want to end things yet. But, as if reading my mind, she interjected “God I want to feel you shoot though.”

“You do?”

“Hell yeah, I need it, it’ll make me cum so hard to feel you shoot up my ass.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby, do it, fucking cum in my ass and fill it up!”

I pulled back and began thrusting with all my might, feeling my temperature rise and, incredibly, my cock steel a bit more as I climbed further, and, after a few more hard pushes, I came hard, filling her ass as she clamped down again and her juices ran down my balls. Her asshole milked my cock with each contraction, as each spurt of my own was accompanied by a hard pulse of her sphincter, and the sensation was so intense I had to lean against her hips as my vision tunneled down to a small point of light. As my head slowly cleared and I finally stopped cumming, I pushed back up and gave her a couple more very small strokes.

“Mmm, goddamn babe. You sure don’t disappoint in the cum department.”

“Always been that way.”

“Well count me as a very happy girl.” I gently eased out of her, and she whimpered slightly. I flopped down on the bed beside her, and she threw her leg over mine, placing her hand on my chest, and added “Goddamn…”

“Yeah, that about sums it,” I agreed.

“You have a world-class cock. We could market that thing.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course, it helps that you’re really good with it, too.”

We laid in silence for a couple of minutes, as she lightly toyed her fingers over my chest, letting our breathing and heart rates return to normal. “I want more,” she said, “but I know we both need a breather. We’re both soaked in sweat and need a recharge. Plus you’re covered in lube and my ass. Why don’t you shower and I’ll follow you?” I agreed by nodding my head wordlessly, and trudged to the bathroom, turning up the water very hot and soaping and shampooing my sweat and secretion-soaked body twice for good measure. My muscles were surprisingly not too sore, but I knew that might come later. As soon as I exited the bathroom, she quickly passed me into it, stopping only for a sweet peck on the lips and a quick tickle of my abs. I reclined on the bed, still naked, and processed my thoughts as she cleaned up.

I wasn’t upset about any of this, that I knew. Maybe I was pushed into this at first, but it seemed like I was just resisting something inevitable. I didn’t feel guilty, either, since I wasn’t doing anything Theresa hadn’t already done to me. After tonight this would just be a little memory that would fade, and I was glad I got the opportunity to have some sex this great, it had been truly incredible, beyond anything else I had ever had. I didn’t know if that was the drugs talking, but too be honest, I just felt at peace, contented. As I pondered all this while staring at the ceiling, I felt her presence at the foot of the bed, and looked up to see her grinning. “We’ve still got time tonight. I hope you’ve got some energy left for me.” Before I could answer, though, there was a rap at the door. “Ooh, perfect! I ordered room service while you were in the shower.”

She threw on her robe and tossed me mine, and the waiter came in with a tray. As I signed the bill, she pulled the covers off. A couple of sandwiches, veggies, fries, desserts, more Gatorade, and a bottle of wine. “You with the Gatorade,” I observed.

“Helps you replace electrolytes,” she admonished. “Big problem with E.”

“Okay,” I observed, tucking in. We ate happily in silence, naked on the bed, and as I downed my bottle, she opened the wine and poured me a glass.

“This, however, is just about keeping you loose and horny,” she added, handing me a glass.

“I don’t think I’m having a problem there,” I noted, looking down at my half-mast member.

“I know,” she giggled. “I think it’s a chemistry thing with us.” I stopped and stared at her. “What?”

“This thing I’m feeling now,” I began. “The closeness, the crazy wild sexual bond. Is that just the drugs? Because I’ve never done this before, but it feels like more than just that.”

“Maybe a little bit of it,” she acknowledged. “But I’ve done this before with an ex-boyfriend, and one other time with a hookup. And I can tell you neither of those was as intense as this evening has been. I don’t think I’ve ever cum this hard or this often.”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. I was secretly afraid that even with this you’d throw me out.”

“I nearly lost it and fucked you on the beach.”

“I know. That’s why I was afraid.”

“Well, regardless, I’m glad you’re here with me now.” She clinked my wineglass and we sat back against the headboard, curled up together, slowly sipping our wine in silence. Her skin felt so incredible against me, I was lost in just touching her. After a bit, she got up and refilled our glasses, and returned back to previous position. We stayed like that for a while, simply content. After a while, she turned and looked at me, and I didn’t hesitate to move in and kiss her. Our tongues danced together for a bit, and then she pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and wordlessly grabbed my wineglass and set it on the nightstand with her own. Then she straddled me, kissed me again, and, with no preliminaries, inserted me into her. This time, it was passionate and frenetic again, but we barely spoke. It was tender and rough simultaneously, and we pushed and rutted against each other, with me moving her onto her back as she slipped her arms and legs around me, pulling me in tightly. Her sheath was tight, continuously clamping on me and loosening, almost without rhythm, and it drove me wild with lust. After a bit, I flipped her over, but instead of straight doggy, she laid down on her stomach as I draped my body over her, our skin dancing against each other as we joined, each unable to do anything but moan. She pushed back at me to change positions, but instead I dragged her over onto her side, continuing to piston into her from behind, and as I felt her fingers on her clit, she reached down between her legs and opened them up to softly caress my balls. She pushed again and rolled me onto my back, riding me reverse cowgirl for a couple of minutes, until she moved onto her back and enticed me to mount her missionary again. As I thrust in, I could feel her trying to form words, which were trying to come out between gasps of breath. I craned my ear near her mouth, and finally made out “Please…please…please Marcus…”

“Please what?” I managed to just spit out, feeling like I was running a marathon.

“Please do it…”

“You want me to cum?” I asked, slowing my thrusts in order to speak.

“I need it. Need you. Please…”

“I was trying to get you there first.”

“I’ve already cum so much I’ve lost track. Couldn’t you feel me?” The realization hit me, her pulsing, wet contractions, each time…wow. I had never met a girl so multi-orgasmic before. “Please give it to me…” I pushed in, resuming my rhythm from before, and as she wrapped me up in her embrace, I circled my arms around her ribcage, and she kissed me fiercely once more. “Cum in me and look me in the eyes when you do, baby…” she spat out. For whatever reason, that set me off, and as I began to feel boiling in my balls and a shudder running up and down my spine, she said “Please…” once more, and grabbed my face as she stared directly into my eyes. That did it, and as I unloaded into her, she moaned hard, which turned into a feral growl/yell, and we came together. As I slowed my thrusting, she purred “That was beautiful. Thank you.” We kissed a few more times, and I rolled to the side, as she again laid her leg and hand across me. We stayed in this position for a while, and eventually I dropped off.

In the morning, I woke up to having my cock sucked, and Mariah smiled up at me, a beautiful vision even with her freshly-fucked and little sleep look going on. We went another slow, sensual round, which wound up slowly into frenetic fucking, and both came intensely. I was amazed I had anything left after the previous night, but she coaxed it all out of me and into her eager pussy. Then we showered and booked down to the conference, thankfully only a few minutes late.

As I sat next to Jim, he gave me a knowing smile. “Finally gave in, eh brother?” he whispered. I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile. “Good for you.” I knew eventually he’d ask for details, and I’d give them, but for now, we just sat back and listened to the closing day. We wrapped around noon, and I went and packed up my room. Looking around at the remnants and evidence of the previous night, I left about $50 with a note that said “For housekeeping,” hoping to keep them happy. I went down to the lobby, where Jim was already waiting, and asked them to ring us a car to the airport.

“Heading out, guys?” Mariah called from behind me.

“Yeah. Want to share a car to the airport with us?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t leave until 9 tonight. I don’t fancy hanging around the airport for that long.” She leaned in and kissed me. “When are you coming to my neck of the woods?”

“Probably about six months.”

She pouted. “Oh well. I’ll look forward to it, even if I would like it to be sooner.”

“Me too,” I lamented, giving her another kiss.

“No worries,” she said with a grin, “we’ll make up for lost time when we see each other.”

I gave her one more kiss and joined Jim, walking to the car. We exchanged a knowing grin, and he shook his head again. We didn’t really talk until the plane ride, during which he told me all the play by play of his rematch night with Charlie, and how she was threatening to make a trip to the states to see her cousin and drop in to see him on the way. I let him pry the story out of me, and he sat with his jaw half open as I gave him the full events of the night. Finally, as I wound up, he chuckled and shook his head. “Never stand between a woman and what she wants, brother,” he said, wide-eyed.

“I guess not.”

“You mad at all?”

“With her? Not really. I was a bit at first, but I got over it. I think it was the push I needed. Plus it was really incredible sex. Like, seriously, the best I’ve ever had by a mile.”

“Yeah, but how was it in the morning when you sobered up?”

“Not as intense with the body high, but it was still pretty fucking amazing.”

“You gonna do it again?”

“Only with her.”

“That’s what I meant.”

“Yeah. I’d love to lie, but I will. That was one of the craziest nights of my life.”

He chuckled again, wished me luck, and reclined his seat back to get some sleep. I putzed around on my computer for a bit, finally got tired of keeping busy, and put my own seat back. For the first time in my life, I fell asleep on a plane.

When I got back home, it almost seemed like the world looked a bit different. Yeah, it was rainy, but I was genuinely happy to be home, play with my kids, and have a relaxing Sunday away from all the crap of work and life. Theresa had made herself up, I noticed, her makeup and hair done, and she had ditched the mom sweats for a long, flowy skirt I had bought her some years back. She even was genuinely nice to me for the first time in months, and after dinner, she shooed the kids to bed quickly and asked me to talk. I agreed and followed her into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and motioned me to sit beside her. I waited in silence as she composed herself and tried to summon words.

“I’m sorry,” she finally began.

“Okay.”

“I cheated, then I lied to you about it, then I lied more when you caught me. And I wanted to tell you the whole truth.”

“I already know most of it. I saw the messages.”

“Okay. What else do you want to know?”

“Honestly…nothing. I can’t see how knowing more would help anything.”

“What can I do to make it up to you? Can I make this any better?”

“I don’t know what to say, Theresa. I’m not sure how to deal with this. I’m not even angry anymore. I just wished you had talked to me sooner.”

“I tried. But I think maybe I didn’t try hard enough, honestly. I just wanted some excitement, some thrill to make me feel alive again. And I hurt you and our marriage in the process.”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want? Do you want a divorce, or do you want to work through this?”

“I don’t really want to tear our lives apart, or put our kids through this. I don’t want to lose you. But I also don’t want to continue on the way we have been.”

“What if we started actually doing what the therapist suggested? Talk to each other, go on dates without the kids, have sex regularly. Would that work?”

“It’d be a start to rebuilding something good.”

“Okay…” she paused. “I…I want to know if you want a pass. To get even with me.”

“What?”

“My friend Jan suggested it. She said it worked for her and Alan when they were having a hard time after her affair.”

“You want me to fuck someone else?”

“Yes.”

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. “Oh god…” she said with a dawning realization. “When did it happen?”

“Last week in Australia.”

“Was it…how did it happen?”

“I don’t think we should talk about this.” I turned to leave the room, and she grabbed my arm.

“No…” there was an odd gentleness about her touch. Her tone was almost pleading. “Please. Tell me. I’m not mad. I just want to know.”

I started to talk. I told her about the meeting and the buildup. She listened, seemingly transfixed to every detail. As I got to the part on the beach, she started to get flushed. She loosened the strings on her crop top, and pulled it off. I noticed she was wearing one of her nice, sexy black lacy bras instead of the mom bras she had been favoring so much lately. “Keep talking,” she urged, as she began to unbutton my slacks. I was slightly weirded out, but told her about the drinks, the drugging, and instead of acting repulsed like I had assumed she would, she pulled out my hardening cock and began sucking it. “Keep going,” she prompted, and as I began to talk about the sex, she pulled off my pants and shoes, then straightened up and began fondling my prick with one hand as she ditched her underwear, hiking up her flowy skirt as she mounted me quickly and sank down on my pole. She was incredibly wet, which was a bit shocking, as it normally took a bit of foreplay and pussy licking to get her there, but as she pistoned up and down on me, she undid her bra, shoving her small breast into my mouth, and said, “Did she fuck you well?”

“God yes, so well.”

“How many times?”

“Three that night and once the next morning.” She moaned and made me take my shirt off, running her hands over my pecs.

“Where did you fuck her?”

“On the bed…” I answered, confused.

“No, did you fuck her in the ass?” she asked, wrapping her legs around me.

“Yes.”

“Did you cum in her mouth?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“How many times did you cum in her pussy?”

“Twice.”

“Was it good?”

“It was fucking great.”

“Fuck, Marcus, how long did you fuck her?”

“All night. I couldn’t stop once we started.”

“Did you cum hard every time?”

“Incredibly hard.”

“Oh GOD!!!” she screamed, throwing her head back, and as she came hard on top of me, she wrapped her arms around me and bit my shoulder, and that triggered my orgasm, filling her slick pussy to the brim. We kept going for a few more moments, and as I started to flag, she pulled herself off of me, ditching her skirt and throwing it. She pushed me back on the bed, and went down, taking my still slick cock in her mouth, and slowly began to clean me off with her tongue.

“Wow,” I said, unsure what to do or say.

“Yeah,” she smiled, the end of my cock still touching her lips. “I don’t know why that turned me on so much.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“I didn’t think you would.” She grinned and returned to my cock, working it gently to try and get a rise out of me again. “Think we can hit four tonight?”

“Um, sure. It may be a long night, though.”

“I don’t care. I’ll call in sick tomorrow. I’ll give you coffee or whiskey or whatever we have on hand if you need it.”

“Okay.”

“And maybe I’ll have a couple shots myself, dig out that dildo, and you can open me up back there. I was playing around with a finger for a bit before, thinking about trying it. Maybe tonight we need to have you open up my virgin hole.”

“Okay. But…”

“What?”

“Why? I’m not complaining, but this isn’t the reaction I was expecting by any means.”

“Because I’ve been a fool these last six months. More, even. Because I have a good-looking, smart, great man at home who’s great in bed, and if I don’t do something soon, I’ll lose you, and I don’t want that. Because we’ve got months of rekindling we need to get a head start on tonight. And because, for some weird reason, hearing about you fucking this woman turned me on like crazy. So there it all is.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not saying I want you fucking anybody else. But for whatever reason, right here and now, I’m grateful this happened, and I’m happy. Stay here, I’m going to grab the whiskey.” And with that, she donned her robe, and went downstairs.

I flopped back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling, barely able the believe the turn of events my life had taken over the past few days. Suddenly, my text alert chirped. I fished my phone out of my pants, and was a bit surprised to see a message from Mariah.

‘Fancy meeting up at Microsoft Ignite tradeshow in Chicago? It’s in two months.’

I stared for a second, unsure how to respond, even though the mere thought of Mariah had my pole back at full hardness. Theresa swept in the door, arms full of booze, glasses, and some snacks. Seeing my expression, she asked “What’s up?”

“It’s her,” I offered, knowing she would see right through me if I lied.

“What’d she say?” she asked, moving toward the bed with interest.

“She wants to meet at MS Ignite in two months.”

She stopped, putting everything on the side table, as she peered at the screen. She moved forward and touched my stomach with her hand, moving it down to my already rock hard erection. “You want to, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She began to slowly jerk me off.

“Then tell her you’ll be there. And after you send the message, go into the bathroom and get the lube. We have something to work on.” I sent my reply, and then went to grab the lube. As I came out, Theresa ran over and kissed me passionately. “I love you, Marcus.”

“I love you too.”

“Good. Now get over to the bed and fuck your wife’s ass.”

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