Chapter 6
Jane
Jack did not seem too pleased when I called him to say I would be late from work tonight. He did not come out and say anything about it but I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was displeased. I wonder if he suspects something is going on with me.
I feel tight in my stomach as I make my way to the motel where Ronald has rented a room for the evening. Part of me is thrilled and giddy about my illicit hook ups with Ronald. But there is also a bit of dread because I know what I am doing is wrong. What I am doing is risking my marriage.
All anxiousness melts away the moment that Ronald holds me in his arms. “You like being my mistress, don’t you?
” Ron asks after a kiss on the cheek. “Yes I do. But I feel bad about what I am doing to Jack,” I answered.
“What? You are not doing anything to Jack. As long as you keep this secret, it can never hurt him,” Ronald told me.
“This is just about you and me,” he added.
“I don’t know Ronald. He already seems like he is suspicious,” I informed my illicit lover. “Then we need to be careful and discrete. And you need to have sex with Jack on a regular basis. As long as you keep him satisfied sexually, he will ignore his suspicions,” Ron suggested,
I feel exhilarated while Ronald slowly strips me naked. This is something that Jack has done for me probably a hundred times in the past. But the fact that it is another man stripping me naked has my pussy drooling in arousal.
“I love how wet you get for me,” Ronald states while he pulls off my saturated panties. I am ecstatic when he gets on his knees to bury his face in my dripping gash. “Oh Gaaawwwd I love it when you eat my pussy,” I groan as I rake my fingers through Ronald’s hair.
After a couple of minutes of driving me crazy orally, Ronald lifts me up and deposits me onto the center of the motel queen sized bed.
The bed gives so much that it is obvious that the bed has gone way past it’s replacement cycle.
It gives even more when Ron knee walks up between my legs to slot his throbbing boner into my hot slick vagina.
“Gawd I love how tight this sweet pussy is,” Ronald groans as he slips into me till his balls are wedged into the crack of my ass. His dick does not fill me as full as Jack’s cock does. But the thrill of having a taboo cock inside of me is electrifying for me.
“Fuck me Ronald. Make this pussy all yours,” I blurt out surprised that I would say something like that. It feels like yet another betrayal to Jack and my marriage vows. I feel the tingle of arousal coarse through my body.
“Oh baby! That is already a given. This pussy belongs to me from now on,” Ron growls deep in his throat. Bam, Bam, Bam, Bam. Ronald is fucking me so hard that the cheap bed is slamming into the paper thin walls of the motel room.
Ronald Lifts up and gazes down at me. “I feel like I am fucking a famous model every time we have sex,” Ron grunts as he spears into me savagely again and again. That makes me feel good. I have always been self-conscious about how slender I am and the fact that I barely have any boobs.
“But my boobs are too small,” I complain. “Oh sweetie, your boobs are perfect for this perfect little body that you have. You make me so hot whenever I see you that I have fantasized about you ever since you moved into your condo next to us 5 years ago.
“Really? You have fantasized about me for over 5 years?” I squealed like a high school girl. “I can’t count the times I fucked my wife and fantasized that it was your pussy I was pounding into,” Ron answered.
“Cum in my pussy Ronald! I want you inside me before I go home,” I call out happily.
What Ronald just said to me made my day.
NO! It made my entire week. Maybe even longer than that.
I know that Jack constantly tells me how beautiful he thinks I am, but it feels incredibly better coming from another man.
A man who has fantasized about me. ME! He fantasized about me!
Ronald and I ate a quick burger and fries at a burger joint before we separated to go home. He kissed me passionately in the parking lot before we parted ways.
I could feel Ron’s cum seeping out of my pussy as I drove home. Shit! I should have showered at the motel before we left.