Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... against mine and our bodies started to move as one. I forgot about my husband as Todd wrapped his arms around me. We kissed. His strong lips came on aggressive, full of lust and desire. Not exactly the kind of kiss that epic romance novels are written about, but it still an affect on me. I became ninety-nine percent sure I would go through with it. His hands found my ass and pulled me against him. I couldn’t miss the growing erection pressing against my waist. Any other man and I would’ve pushed him away and followed that up with a hard slap. Not this time though, this time I had other thoughts. “I want you,” I said into his ear. He stopped dancing and looked at me. He smiled. “I’m staying at a hotel just down the street.” “Let’s go.” He wasted no time. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the club, not stopping to ask any questions. Outside a line waited to enter the club. I felt every set of eyes on me as I walked by them. They couldn’t have known what I was doing, but it certainly felt like it. Their looks combined with the cool night air brought me back to reality. The ring on my left hand became heavy on my finger. Yet I didn’t stop him or make any attempts to leave his side. I walked with him the two blocks to his hotel, filled with thoughts of what he would look like naked and on top of me. Those thoughts didn’t disappear as the female clerk behind the front desk looked at us. I felt like she knew too. Maybe she checked him in and knew that I hadn’t checked in with ...

... him. I hadn’t been this excited to enter a hotel since my prom senior year. Maybe spring break my senior year in college. Yes, I didn’t say on my wedding night or honeymoon. We raced through the lobby, and as soon as the elevator doors shut behind us, he pressed up against me again. This time he pinned me against the mirrored walls. This kiss became the kind of kiss that romance novels with Fabio on the front cover are written about. He made my legs weak and my body’s temperature head towards over heating. His hands attacked my chest, caressing my cleavage. Before we made it to his floor, his hand found my thigh and moved up my leg. I saw the security camera, but I didn’t know if his body or my dress blocked what he was doing. When I felt his finger tips brush against the lace fabric of my panties, I stopped worrying about the security camera. Just the brush of the tips of his fingers made me let out a moan. This promised to be an interesting night. The elevator door opened, and for a moment it brought me back to reality. This was the hotel hallway leading to his room, definitely not the hallway leading to my bedroom at home. With it’s mix of marble floors and short patterned carpet in the middle, it looked nothing like the hardwood floors back at home. Part of me just wanted to turn around and go back home to my normal life. However, I needed this. I needed something more than just my normal routine at home. Todd led me to a room at the end of the hallway. He unlocked the door ...