Erica heard the tap on her hotel room door and checked her hair in the mirror, touching it into place before checking the peephole. She wanted to make sure everything was perfect for tonight. She peeked through and saw him, the mere sight of him made her heart race!

She had tried to reason with herself, telling herself that she shouldn't be doing this. So much was at stake, and if her husband ever found out, it would ruin everything. But he had set the fire inside her, and there was only one way to quench it. She opened the door and stepped back. "Hi!' she whispered.

"Hi," he whispered back, his baritone voice warming her insides. She moved aside to let him pass before closing and flipping the deadbolt. She turned to him and went to his embrace, offering her lips for that first illicit kiss. As soon as she felt the tip of his tongue, she knew there was no turning back; she would give herself to him willingly and wantonly.

His hands felt strong against her back, pulling her into him tightly as their tongues danced. Their kiss broke, and she inhaled deeply, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils and exciting her further. "You smell delicious!" she whispered.

"I love your scent," he replied, inhaling before leaning down to kiss her again. His hands roamed up her back and found no trace of an undergarment; only the sheer film of her negligee came between her body and his warm, firm hands. Their kiss broke and she looked at him, smiling as her fingers went to remove his coat. She caught it as it fell from his shoulders and she tossed it aside, placing her hands on his broad shoulders and pulling him down for another kiss.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous," she said softly, lowering her eyes from his gaze.

"Don't be," he replied. "My God, you are so beautiful!" He always knew exactly the right thing to say to turn her on. Her husband certainly didn't say those things to her anymore, he took her for granted, expecting her to be the perfect 1950s housewife, properly dressed and with dinner on the table for him when he came home from work. Then a few hours of waiting on him, serving coffee and on some nights a drink or two as they sat in front of the television watching mindless cop shows and documentaries before he groaned, stretched, kissed her cheek goodnight and wandered off to bed. She loved him, of that she was certain but she wanted, no, she needed more.

He turned her and held her from behind, his large hands cupping her breasts. It was like they were made for each other, just large enough to be a perfect fit. The warmth of his hands filled her, and she felt herself dampen as he caressed her. His head bent and his lips nuzzled the side of her head, his tongue finding her neck. She craned her head back to invite him to kiss that sensitive spot beneath her ear that her husband couldn't be bothered to search for, much less find. She moved her hands up to hold his against her, enjoying the feeling.

He turned her again so she was facing him once more. His head bent and they kissed like lovers, softly at first, their lips and tongues exploring, and then firmer as they became more intimately familiar with the feel of each other. She was not used to French kissing; her husband certainly had no interest in it, so she surprised herself when her lips parted to permit his tongue access to hers. She felt his hips press forward, his firmness pressing against her tummy. The gusset of her underwear became even more damp as her body prepared itself for what she longed would happen.

She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, going mostly by feel as she smiled at her lover. Every couple of buttons, she tiptoed up for a soft kiss before continuing. When she reached the bottom, she found his shirt tails tucked into his slacks, but rather than pull them out, she dropped to her knees and began loosening his belt. "You don't have to do that," he whispered.

"Yes, I do," she replied with a smile. She continued, her fingers working slowly until his slacks fell to puddle at his feet. She smiled when she saw the outline of his hardness against his boxers and ran one manicured nail along its outline. She was a mixture of nervous and aroused as she slowly lowered his shorts to expose him. Longer than any she had seen before and somewhat thicker, she ran her fingers over it before tentatively extending her tongue and collecting the bead of clear fluid from its tip. She remembered the first time she did that for her husband and how impatient he was to push his length into her mouth. She knew without asking that this would be a much better experience.

She peeled the foreskin back and slowly slipped her lips over him. She moved slowly, savouring the feel of his hardness against her lips and tongue. She noticed the contrast between the pliant softness of his head and the firmness of his veiny shaft. She felt his hands in her hair, and she looked up, taking her mouth off him and shaking her head slightly. "Let me do it my way," she whispered, and she opened wide to take him in again.

She wanted desperately to take him as deep as she could, but was frustrated by the unpleasant urge as his head touched the entrance to her throat. She tried again and again, but her body would not allow her to go all the way down. After a third try, she gave it up as a lost cause and relegated herself to grasping his shaft and sliding it through her lips.

He let her continue for a few moments and then took himself from her. He urged her up beside him and kissed her. "My turn," he smiled, and he guided her toward the bed. Her breath caught as he moved between her thighs, his breath warm against her. He waited, heightening her anticipation. Just as she was about to beg him to lick her, he placed a soft kiss against her pleasure bud as it peeked out between her folds. She felt his fingers part her and when his lips touched her clit, her hips twitched and she moaned loudly, "Yessss," drawing out the last letter until she had no more breath inside her.

Her hands came to her breasts without command as he tasted and suckled on her. She squeezed them softly, pinching her nipples between her fingertips. Despite his other failings in the bedroom, playing with her breasts was the one thing her husband did well, and she loved the feeling. She felt his fingers enter her, and after a moment, she felt something she'd never felt before. I was like an electric shock as he massaged inside her while he suckled on her clit. "Oh My!!" she cried, "Don't ever stop!"

He used his free hand to hold her hips while her body twisted and writhed under his ministrations. Her husband had never made her feel this way before, as her lover brought her to new heights of excitement. Unlike her husband, this man knew to keep going until she reached the promised land.

And reach it she did. Her body felt like it was going to explode as the passion rose to its peak. "Please! No more!" she begged but he ignore her, fingering and suckling until she released her passion. "OH SWEET FUCKING GOD YES!" she screamed as she came, her fluid gushing from her and covering his face. She though he might relent but he kept ging, bringing her to a second orgasm in quick succession before he eased off, withdrew his fingers and released her clit from his lips.

He kissed his way back up her body and she thanked him in the only way she knew how, with passionate kisses and whispered words as her body came down from the most delicious high she had ever experienced. Her body heaved from the exertion as he held her close and waited for her to recover. When she was finally able to breathe normally again, she looked at him and smiled, "My turn!"

She pushed his shoulders, and he rolled onto his back. She swung her leg over his and eased herself down over his cock. She had always wanted to fuck in this position, but her husband insisted on missionary only. Slowly she let her hips down, relishing the snug feeling of his cock against her. She felt that little thrill as his head brushed that magical little spot that she had only a few minutes before realized had even existed. She moved her hips back a forth to tease it a little and then lowered them again. She inhaled sharply as he penetrated her more deeply than her husband had ever done.

"Mmmmmm, nice!" she whispered when she felt his head contact her cervix. She held herself there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness he was giving her, then she raised her shoulders up and began rocking her hips to grind her clit against him as they fucked. Her pace began to quicken and her breathing became ragged once more as she started her ascent back up to where she had been just a few minutes before. She grasped his hands and brought them up to her chest, placing his palms against them and holding them in place as she rode him.

No more words were spoken as she rode him, none were needed. She simply concentrated on the feeling of his manhood filling her more completely than she'd ever been filled before. Their breathing quickened and became shallower as they copulated. She leaned down and brought her face close to his, their eyes locked on each other's as she felt her passion rising to its peak. Her eyes closed and her head rose up as she got closer and closer to that blissful feeling. Just a few more twerks of her hips and she held herself onto him, enjoying the feeling of her convulsing pussy as she came in waves.

He waited until she was finished her orgasm before rolling her off of him and grasping her hips so that she was on all fours. He moved into place behind her and slid himself in, his hips not stopping until they reached the barrier that was her backside. He gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him; she had had her orgasm, now it was his turn. There was no love or care in this, just raw, animal lust as he drove into her, seeking only his own pleasure but giving her an equal measure in the bargain. He emitted a low grunt with each thrust as he felt the surge rise within him. His grip tightened on her hips and he drove into her, emptying himself inside her as his cock surged. His orgasm triggered another one from her and she panted and moaned softly as it rose, peaked and then passed.

He moved off of her and laay down, pulling her beside him and sharing tender kisses as they caught their breath. "That was..." she whispered.

"It was..." he replied. He held her tight as her breathing slowed and eventually she fell asleep.

~ ~ ~

"Mom, are you okay?" her daughter whispered.

"I'm fine, dear, just fine," she replied. She reached out to hold her eldest child's hand and pulled her down to sit on the bed beside her.

"Are you sure you're okay? Your breathing sounds heavy and you're sweating," the younger woman said, sounding concerned.

"I told you, I'm fine," she repeated. "I was just reminiscing about a wonderful night I shared with your father." She smiled and took a deep breath.

"Mom! Seriously? I do not need to know anything about you and Daddy!"

"Oh, him?" She smiled and closed her eyes, allowing the remembered image of her lover's magnificence to come into her imagination. "He's not your father."