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His foot touched my smooth leg, and I noticed that he had taken off his shoe, and was now getting more brazen with each moment that passed. He was causing my skin to tingle, and tiny goosebumps to jump up onto my skin. I could feel the result of his teasing leg below my waist, and soon he was stroking the inside of my thigh with his feet. This man had a way with pleasing me, and he wasn't finding any shame in pursuing a married woman.

“You…are… driving me...crazy.”

“Good, then I'm doing my job the right way.” The food was served, and seeing that I didn't have any experience in eating sushi, I took my cue from him, and followed everything that he did. It was tasty, but I'm not even sure how much I enjoyed it, as I was too caught up in what he was doing underneath the tablecloth. If he continued this direct route, I was sure that I was going to fall madly into his bed, letting him take my body to new heights of pleasure that had never been reached before. “You don't have to feel guilty, just because you found somebody that could give you what you want. Who said that you couldn't seek out the kind of happiness that can only come from two souls joining together?” He definitely knew how to weave a tale, and I couldn't help myself but to want him on top of me.

The warm sake was the perfect complement to the meal, and was more than enough to drop my inhibitions, almost to the point of throwing caution to the wind. “I want you.” I didn't even know where those words came from, but they had to be a byproduct of the warm sake currently swimming around in my veins.

“Be still my heart, and what are we waiting for.” He was courteous enough to pay for the bill, while I waited outside in the evening air for him to come out and join me. Again I got this feeling that there were eyes peering at me in the darkness, and that I wasn't truly alone. “I want you to know that what we are about to do means more to me than I could possibly say in words. Instead, I am going to let my actions speak louder than words, and I will not give up until you are spent and satisfied to the point of total exhaustion.” He made my legs quiver, and a shiver run down my spine with the implication of what he was saying. If he could truly give me that kind of immense bliss, then he would be the man that I thought he was and somebody that I could really see myself spending the rest of my life with. All thoughts of my husband were now replaced with a carnal desire to see Richard naked.

We ran down the hall, with him pulling me towards a destiny that was hard to resist. Pushing me against the door, he kissed me again, and then bit into the side of my neck. He was so manly and forceful that I felt like I was way out of my league. This wasn't going to end until we both gave each other the pleasure that neither one of us had been getting as of late. His tongue fluttered against my neck, and I could feel his hand behind me trying to grasp on the doorknob. I heard the telltale sliding of the card key slipping into the door, and then we stumbled into the love nest that was waiting for us.

I'm not exactly the take charge kind of girl, and luckily for me I didn't need to be. “You are wearing too many clothes.” Biting my lip with anticipation, I felt his fingers expertly undoing the buttons, and letting my blouse fall to the floor at our feet. I don't even know how he got my bra off, but then his lips were circling my nipples, pulling them away from my body with his teeth. I moaned, and thrusted my chest into his face, as we moved towards the king size bed in the middle of the room. “God, with each piece of clothing that comes off, I only yearn for you more.” His words were getting his point across, and his hands were making short work of the rest of my clothes.

Being down to only my skimpy black lace panties, I was now grasping for him, and pulling his shirt over his shoulders. His muscles were admirable, and something that I wouldn't expect to see under the clothes of a professor. I touched him, just to make sure that he was real, and then he pushed me onto the bed with one finger. Lifting my legs into the air, he extracted my panties and tossed them haphazardly into the air. They landed strewn over the lampshade, as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

Leaning on my elbows, I looked down to see that he was just looking at my sex, worshiping me with his eyes before he continued on the exploration of my body. His tongue started at my toes, moving slowly up past my knee and then into the inside of my thigh. I kind of regretted not taking this to the next level in the taxicab, but I at least had the opportunity to rectify that past mistake.

His tongue knew exactly what it was doing, as it set ablaze my body, touching me in ways that took me beyond the point of caring about anything besides my own pleasure. He wasn't exactly gentle, but being gentle was overrated, and I was enjoying the fact that he was taking me like a caveman. His hands gripped me tightly under my ass, digging his nails into the skin, while pushing me against his lips. “Fuck, I need this so bad, you don’t know how much…. ahhhhhhh.” His tongue penetrated my lips, showing that any kind of resistance was futile. I twisted my fingers into the sheets, feeling the silky material begin to rip with the exertion of my hands.

He was taking his time, building up the pressure, until it was inevitable that I was going to blow. “YESSSSSSS.” My cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls, and my legs stretched to the ceiling with my toes pointed outward. All my muscles were screaming at me, as this man that was virtually a stranger was unleashing a powerful sensation that took me out of my own body.

It felt like I was having some sort of out of body experience, and I was in my own world of sexual delights. His face was frosted with my sauce, and then he leaned in and kissed me, making me taste my own essence on his lips. We tangled tongues, until finally he pulled away and stood to relieve himself of the confines of his pants. His bikini briefs were stretched to capacity, with his heavy load desperately wanting to escape the cloth prison.

I could only stare, as he slowly lowered the skimpy piece of undergarment, until the head was making its first appearance, followed by the rest of his shaft and very heavy balls. He was completely shaved, with not one ounce of hair on his body besides his head. That was what I called the swimmer physique, and I could see the prominent V-shape of his torso. His cock surged forward, until he was straddling my waist and pushing his cock in between the valley of my breasts. It wasn't long before he was pushing those mountains together; giving him a nice fit to slide back and forth within.

He was leaking profusely, leaving behind a slick surface, with his head coming out beyond the Valley with every stroke. Each time that it did, I took the liberty of licking at it with my tongue, as he held onto my shoulders. It almost hurt, but in a very good way. “You have a gorgeous body, and I love that you are so receptive. There is nothing that I like more than to see and hear a woman enjoy herself. It's even better than my own orgasm, and I guess it's true what they say about a man being a visual creature.” He was looking at me like I was something special, and soon we were going to take that last step together.

Holding my legs in his hands, he pushed me until I was in the middle of the bed, and he was getting ready to present me with something that I couldn't say no to. The swelled head of his cock touched my pussy lips, but I thought for sure that I was going to go out of my mind waiting for him to take his woman. “This is just too much to take.”

The head stretched my hole, forcing itself deeper with each movement of his hips. Before long, I was breathing heavy and waiting for that last inch to go in as deep as possible. He bottomed out, with his balls slapping against my pussy, as I twisted around him like a snake with my legs curled around his back. This was beyond any kind of pleasure that I had previously felt, but I had the feeling that it had a lot to do with the fact that this was taboo, and something that we shouldn't have been probably doing. Showing great restraint, I let him have his way with me, pounding me relentlessly into the mattress, and making the headboard crash against the wall with each motion of our bodies. He had stirred up my excitement, and now it was beyond my scope of reason, and all I wanted was to feel his seed shoot into my love sheath. “Harder, for fuck sake, just give it to me.”

He didn't disappoint, holding onto my ass as he drew himself out, until just the head remained, and then taking me hard and fast all over again. We were like a couple of animals unleashed, with our skin dripping with sexual perspiration, leaving behind trails of sweat that covered each of our flesh.

With ease, he pulled away from me, leaving me feeling unfulfilled and unsatisfied, with an empty feeling that I didn't like. He maneuvered me into the doggy position, grabbing my hair and making me scream in pain and then pleasure as he drove himself deep within my inner muscles. “Yes, take that cock…oh my…you are insatiable.” I could say the same thing for him, as he continued to give me what I wanted, at the expense of his own pleasure. He had the stamina of somebody 20 years younger, and I was beginning to see that he was not a five-minute wonder.

If you had told me yesterday that I would be falling into the arms of Richard, I would've told you that you were completely crazy and should be institutionalized. Now that I was feeling the effects of our heated romance, I couldn't imagine being anyplace else at this very moment. His breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel his cock pulsing within my frame, with my muscles strangling his shaft and trying to milk everything that he had stored up in his balls.

“YESSSSSSSS.” We both came together and his hot breath was at my ear, and I was his and he knew it. The jets of love juice didn’t seem to ever wane, until finally he came to a stop and just stayed behind me breathing heavy. “God damn, Selena, you are unbelievable and I’m so glad you decided to do this with me.” I didn’t want to think of anything else besides the feeling of his manly essence dripping out of my well-used and abused hole. Being taken in this manner was not my usual manner of sex, but I couldn’t deny the overwhelming results. “Don’t even think for a second that I’m finished with you. I just need some orange juice and a few minutes and then I will be ready again.” I hadn’t even considered that we were going to go again, not that I was going to complain.

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll order up some room service.” I was in no rush to leave and I sighed deeply, as he moved towards the bathroom. His body was on full display and I couldn’t wait to partake in his pleasurable services again. I heard the water turn on and I just lay there is a sex crazed wonder over what I did. I couldn’t exactly take it back, so why not enjoy it to the fullest.

“If you need money to pay for room service, my wallet is in the top section of my suitcase.” I heard him crystal clear over the pounding of the water in the shower. “I’ll be out in a couple of minutes and then you are in for it.”

“HEY, I MIGHT NEED A SPANKING FOR BEING SO BAD.” He laughed when he heard that, and I was only half joking about that. Ordering up room service, I waited and it was no more than a few minutes, when I heard the knocking on the door. I went to his luggage, finding his wallet and pulling out a 20-dollar bill.

Opening the door, I came face to face with a young man that still had the peach fuzz over his lip. He was young and wearing that uniform with pride, as we wheeled the tray into the room and stood patiently for the tip. If I didn’t have Richard tonight, I might have tried to drown my sorrows in the entwined limbs of this young stuff. “Here you go and you have a good night.” He nodded, but didn’t say anything, as he backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I couldn’t understand why a couple of glasses of orange juice would need the accompanied service tray. Lifted the lid, I gasped audibly and backed away from the cart with my hand up to my mouth. Not only were there two glasses of orange juice, but also nestled right between them was a black as sin gun with a silencer affixed to the top. Why the hell was that there and how was I supposed to act? I heard the water stop and then saw the doorknob turning and had to make a decision about what to do next.

The gun was shining in the light above me, mocking me and instilling in me a feeling that crept up my spine. It's not like I haven't seen something like this before, and my husband has a tendency to bring his work home with him, which often includes small arms. He never thought much about it, but I was terrified sometimes to have those things in my home. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and hope that I could get used to these things happening on a regular basis.