When I drove to the motel we’d decided on in front of room 245, I sat there before going in to meet Wes.

I’m not committed yet; I can still leave, and nothing will have changed. Is that what I want? Is this a change I want? Reading the literature says yes, no, and maybe in the same article. 

Wes is waiting for me. So, do I leave, which is the smart thing to do, or go in, which is what I want? 

When I got out of the car, I was still indecisive. Wes was waiting for me, but I was afraid to get to the second floor. When I got there, the decision to stay would be irreversible. Could I do this and stay with Scott?

When I knocked on the door, Wes answered. “I’m glad you came, Kali. I wasn’t sure you would.”

I stood there, hesitating, looking around. It wasn’t the worst motel room I’d ever seen, though it came close. The bed had a chenille bedspread that looked well-worn, and the carpet, well, the less said about it the better.

God, what do I do now? Make some small talk or get down to business?

“You look lovely, beautiful.” He stepped up to me and kissed me before saying, “But not as beautiful as you will be in a minute.” He turned me and held my breasts, kissing my neck.

He started unbuttoning my dress. First, one button, then the second, and he kissed my neck. He’s taking his time with pauses between each button. Kisses, and then caressing my breasts. 

Yes, so I came because I needed this.

There were gasps and sighs from me. I love it. It was agonizing how slowly Wes was undressing me. I want him to speed up, but I also want time to savor the sensations and how erotic it feels.

When he slipped the dress off my shoulders and exposed my bra, I shivered in anticipation; next, he was going to release it, and he’d be able to touch my breasts, my tits. 

He released my bra, and his hands touched my tits, “Wes, yes, my nipples, they need to feel your hands on them. Please, Wes.”

All the indecisive qualms I had dissolved. He was going to fuck me. And I’d never regret it. 

My dress ended up on the floor with my bra, and he turned me around again. He leaned over and kissed my tits. I could feel it all the way to my core. 

I touched his crotch and felt his cock. His cock, Scott had a penis; that was what I thought he had, but Wes, he had a cock. It was going to be my cock soon. My first man’s cock.

I undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor together with his boxer shorts, and I got my first glance at his cock. This is going to screw me. 

I fell to my knees at the sight. I'd resisted doing it for anyone before, but I’d seen it in videos. Cock sucking. I put as much of it in my mouth as I could. Looking up at him, I felt submissive, something I’d never felt before. I’d let him do anything.

“You’re perfect, Kali. This is going to be… exquisite. I want you. I want to screw you, just like I promised.” He lifted me and placed me on the bed, face down, and started by rubbing my neck and then my shoulders. I could feel the tension leaking out of my body when he gave my ass a swat. It startled me, but it was as if I needed that to complete the experience.

When he turned me over, I was inflamed, needing more. He started on my tits but soon drifted lower to my pussy. That’s when he forced my legs apart, leaning in, licking me. 

When he touched my clit, I jerked in surprise; it felt so exciting. “Yes, right there, Scott… my voice trailed off. I didn’t want Scott’s name here.

“Wes, I, I th-think I’m g-going to..." and I screamed. I couldn’t hold it back as I climaxed.

My legs wrapped around Wes’s head, holding him against my pussy until I recovered. It was the best climax of my life; I’d never come like this.

“Wonderful, Wes. I’m ready; put it in me. God, your cock.”

He moved so that he was poised, ready to fuck me. I felt it right at the entrance to my pussy, and he stopped there, teasing me. “What do you want, Kali? Beg me.”

I tried to resist, but I felt the tip flicking against my entrance, against my pussy. I finally broke, and I shouted, “Quit teasing, Wes. Fuck me, fuck me.”

He responded, saying, “Beg me, Kali. Beg.”

I said I tried to resist, but I was lying; my resistance lasted only a few seconds.

“Take me, I need your cock. Please fuck me. I want your cock.” I felt it slipping into me. Two thrusts and he was completely in.

This is what fucking should feel like. It’s nothing like Scott. Now I understand why Gail and Becka cheat: to get access to real cocks. I’d never understood before.

My god, my pussy’s completely full, and when he moves, I want to scream in appreciation. His hands are gripping my tits, it hurts, but that adds to the experience.

“Wes, Wes.” I tried to speak, but I felt strange. I was panting and arching my body, trying to get closer to him. I slipped one hand beneath Wes and touched my clit. My reaction was almost instantaneous; I screamed and almost bucked him off me—a second orgasm.

When I recovered, Wes restarted fucking me. Until I felt him stiffen and he gave one tremendous thrust that felt like it was going to rip me apart.

He collapsed, and we lay there together recovering. 

This was awesome. Fabulous even. 

I leaned over and kissed him. Then his phone alarm started ringing. Hello, it’s been an hour already? At least we’d both climaxed, but that was cutting it close. I had to get back; I’d only had an hour. Scott was due home.