Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... with his key card and I followed him into the room. The door shut behind us and he locked the brass bolt. My heart pounded. No turning back now. He walked towards the bed. I walked towards the windows. Outside, the lights outlined the city. I didn’t have a problem following the highway back to my part of town. Somewhere out there sat my dream house with the proverbial white picket fence. Okay, not exactly my dream house and there was no white picket fence. I had to compromise a lot with my husband, but it was our home. Todd came up behind me and kissed my neck. He pressed his hardness against me again. I smiled. I wanted him more than I had wanted any other man in a long time. Not the man of my fantasies, but he would be more than just okay. I convinced myself forget about everything outside of the room for at least the night. I pushed myself back against him, his hard cock grinding against my ass. His hands drifted from my hips to my breasts. Just having his hands caress me through my dress turned me on more. I could feel every touch, I felt so alive. For once, I didn’t think about projects due at work, the laundry that needed to get done or the errands that needed to be done in the morning. He made me feel sexy. A feeling I missed. His warm, but rough hands slid into my dress, into the cups of my bra and took out my breasts. We stood right in front of the window with the lights on in the room so anyone could see and it didn’t bother me. Sure we were on the fifteenth ...

... floor, but there stood other tall buildings all around us. At home, I always made sure I closed the drapes tight so that no one could see in. Tonight, just the chance that someone might see us got me even more excited. My breathing became deep. I stared to sweat even with the air conditioning blowing directly over us. I wanted more. I guided his hands from my breasts down to my legs. He didn’t need any further invitation. As he nibbled on my ear, his hands moved into my dress and on to my thighs. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. “You’re soaking wet,” he said as his fingers slid along the lace fabric. “And you’re rock hard. It’s a good combination.” I know it’s not really that dirty, but saying ‘rock hard’ made me feel like a slut. In a good way. It had been too long since I had talked like that. “I don’t have any condoms, is that going to be a problem?” His fingers danced underneath the fabric. I didn’t answer right away. It had been years since the last time I had sex with a guy wearing a condom. Long before I got married. I couldn’t imagine sex otherwise, but then again, I just met this guy in a club. I should’ve bought some condoms on the way here… just in case. However, I thought that nothing would happen tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time I hooked up with a guy at a bar and had unprotected sex with him, but like I said… it had been a long time. “That’s okay.” “Good.” He slid his two fingers into my heat. I let out a long, deep moan as his fingers plunged easily into my ...