His home life faded into the rearview as he drove to the airport. It was a familiar feeling. He enjoyed the solitude of the journey, the chance to relax and leave the cares of his day-to-day life behind, at least until he reached his destination, where he would enter full business mode.

On this day, that relaxation was edged with excitement and anticipation.  For the last week the possibilities of the trip had increasingly occupied his thoughts, and his fantasies. Accompanying these emotions was a trace of anxiety. The stolen glances, the tension in the air, the skirts just slightly higher on the leg than strict protocol would dictate, all suggested that something would happen on this trip.

Still, nothing was certain. He intended to play his part, but he was self-aware enough to realize that he might have misread things; that what he perceived as chemistry and subtle signals was nothing more than a projection of his own fantasies.

Arriving at the airport, these thoughts were pushed from his mind as he navigated the routine of TSA and the maddening crowds on the concourse and at the gate. His senses remained highly tuned, however, and he found himself mentally undressing every attractive woman he passed.

Finally, he settled into his seat and the aircraft pushed back from the gate. The movement was a reassuring sign that he was off to Dallas and a hoped-for adventure.

He arrived at the hotel shortly after 8. He expected there would be a group in the bar and that she would be among them. He checked in, dropped his bag in the room, splashed some water on his face and swished some mouthwash before heading back downstairs.

He was surprised and dismayed to find the bar nearly empty, with no one from either company among the occupants. Perhaps the early arrivals had gone to dinner. A quick scan of the restaurant confirmed that they weren’t there. With quiet desperation he returned to the bar, took a stool that afforded a view of the entry, and ordered a drink.

He nursed it, determined to wait patiently in the hope that she might appear, but with every passing minute the chance of that became more remote.

He finished his drink, and as he considered whether to order another, he saw her, walking through the lobby toward the check-in desk. He would wait.

A small eternity passed, and he concluded that she was staying in her room. He asked for the check and rose to head to his own when he saw her walk into the bar. Their eyes met and her face brightened. They approached one another with open arms, and he gave her a warm hug. She returned it and held him in a lingering tight embrace that seemed, at least to his fertile imagination, to be something more than the customary business greeting.

And then there was her scent. As she nuzzled up to him, he caught the aroma of freshly applied perfume, subtle enough to be noticeable only from up close. The effect was slightly intoxicating.

They broke their embrace, and she was the first to speak.

“It’s so good to see you! I was hoping you might be down here. I just finished the trip from hell – three full hours late.  I could use a stiff drink.” She looked around and noticed no colleagues. “It looks like you’re on your way out. You wouldn’t leave a woman to drink alone now, would you?”

He smiled warmly in response, taking in her pretty face and deep eyes. “Of course not. I’m nothing if not a gentleman. I would be honored to be your companion.”

They approached the bar, ordered their drinks, and drifted to a table in the corner of the room.

He raised his glass. “It’s great to see you as well. I’m sorry to hear about your travel. Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Not really,” she replied. “You know how it is these days. So many things can go wrong. Let’s leave it at this… pretty much everything that could have, did.”

He chuckled softly. “Well, at least you’re here at last. I saw you come in; I assumed you were settled in your room and weren’t coming down.”

She fixed him with a playful look. “So, on the lookout for me?”

“Just having a nightcap of my own and happened to see you,” came his response.

“Oh, I see. But you waited for me to see if I’d come down.”

“Well, I do enjoy some company when I drink, and it’s not that late. But I wasn’t going to drink another one alone. I did give you ample time,” he added with a smile.

“I had to call my husband.” He thought he detected a hint of aggravation. “He can be somewhat needy when I’m traveling.”

“Overwhelmed with the house and the kids?”

“Something like that. Plus, I think he genuinely misses me.”

“Well, I can certainly understand that.” His eyes moved up and down and lingered for a moment on her toned thighs, bare and visible below the hem of her skirt.

‘And what about you? Did you check in with the wife?”

“Of course,” he smiled. “As I said, I consider myself a gentleman.”

“Gentlemen are nice, but sometimes a woman is looking for something a bit edgier.” She took a healthy swig of her beverage and motioned to get the bartender’s attention. Catching his eye, she made a circle with her finger to signify another round.

He leaned forward. “Do tell.”

“I think every woman has her fantasies. Just like every man.”

He began to draw her out. “And what might those fantasies be?”

She began to reply when the bartender approached. “Thank you. That was quick.”

“At your service,” the bartender replied before turning away.

“You were saying…”

“Well, I know we’re supposed to be professional here. Perhaps I should just leave it at that. I’ve probably already crossed a line.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting away that easily,” he responded. “And we’re in a safe zone here. What goes here stays here. We’re officially off the clock.”

She gave a thoughtful glance downward, cupping her drink in both hands and closing her eyes briefly as she pondered.

“Well, how about this. I’ve been thinking about open marriages lately.”

“My, my,” he replied. “You are an intriguing woman. Is this something you’ve done?”

“No, no, of course not.”

“And why not?”

“I’m not sure my husband would agree.”

It was his turn to consider. After a pause, he said, “and what has you thinking about this fantasy?”

“Reading about it.”

“Where?”

“Well, I should back up. About a year ago, I discovered erotic fiction. I’m afraid I’ve become quite hooked. Some of the stuff is hackneyed, to be sure, but some of the writers are quite good. The best stories can be quite a turn on.”

“And you stumbled across open relationship stories?”

“Recently. There were a couple written a short while ago that really intrigued me.” She took a long drink.

“Tell me more.”

“Well, there were two in particular. I could see myself in them.”

“As the wife in the open couple, you mean?”

“No. As the other woman.”

“You say you could see yourself in the story. What exactly do you mean.?”

She took another sip and continued. “It was rather uncanny. A coincidence, I’m sure, but the plot involved a man going to a meeting in Dallas of all places. I couldn’t get it out of my head.”

He took a thoughtful sip of his own drink, and before he could speak, she turned the tables. “But enough about me. What about you? You don’t strike me as a prude. Tell me about a fantasy of yours.”

He scratched his chin, looked down, and then met her gaze. “I have many. I write about them. I know the stories you’re talking about, because I wrote them.”

“You what? I don’t believe that. You’re toying with me.” She turned toward the bar and circled her finger again before tipping her glass and draining its contents.

He caught the bartender’s eye and moved his hands apart, palms down, while shaking his head gently.

“You’re cutting us off?” she asked.

“I don’t need another, and I suspect you don’t either.”

“Okay, you’re probably right. But you need to level with me.”

“I am,” he replied. “I did write those stories. The first one was even called “His Secret Fantasy.”

She looked stunned. “No way!” She exclaimed.

“Yes, I’m afraid it’s all true. Not something I tell people about, but since you appear to inhabit the same world…”

For the first time she blushed. “I guess you’ve discovered me.”

“Oh, you outed yourself,” he bantered back.

“And those stories, were they based in reality?”

“Partially.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, I think you can guess what part is real.”

“You telling your wife about your plans to conquer a woman?”

He leaned back and let out a hearty laugh. “Not even close. She doesn’t have a clue.”

“Why not?”

“For the same reason you haven’t shared your fantasy. Besides, I rather like it this way. Secrets have their allure.”

“And so, if not the wife…”

“You guessed it.”

He thought he detected another blush. The words seemed stuck in her throat, so he continued.

“Why do you think I was down here waiting?”

Her right hand reached for her wedding ring, and she began to twist it nervously. Still, she didn’t speak. The air was thick.

Finally, “You’ve done this before?” They both knew what she was talking about.

“A gentleman never tells.”

“But would you?”

“You are an attractive and exciting woman. Everything I wrote about you is true. There was something about you from the first time we sat beside one another at that meeting last year. It’s been simmering for quite some time now.”

She took a deep breath, and he could see her trembling slightly.

“You’re new to this, aren’t you?”

She responded nervously. “How can you tell?”

“I just can.” He leaned forward. “I don’t want to do anything that would harm your marriage. It won’t affect mine.”

He looked around, and sure that no prying eyes were present, reached out and touched her face, his fingertips trailing tenderly down her cheek, and gazed into her eyes,

“I’m going to settle the bar bill. Why don’t you consider it. Opportunity presents itself. The decision is yours. You know how I feel.”

He rose and walked to the bar, paid the tab, and returned to the table. She looked up, and without a word nodded her head gently.

As they walked toward the elevator, he whispered his room number and slipped her a key. “In case we run into anyone, just follow at a discreet distance.”

They were no sooner in the elevator than he pinned her up against the wall and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Breaking away, she whispered softly.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. And when I read your stories… well, I barely slept last night.”

The bell rang and the doors opened. They walked down the hall to his room. He opened the door and paused to ask one last time.

“Are you sure?”

She took his hand and pulled him into the room. The door clicked shut behind them and she kissed him like a starving maiden. His hands ran down her back and across her firm ass. He pulled her close so she could feel his hardness.

He broke the embrace and looked at her intensely. “I think I have my answer.”

Her response surprised him. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

The buttons of her blouse couldn’t open fast enough. He kissed his way down her neck and across her bare shoulders. She shuddered in response and he made his way to the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling her, still standing, close. He buried his face in her bare midsection and inhaled deeply as he reached for the clasps of her bra.

It opened and he pulled it off to reveal the milky white, full, soft, round breasts he had only imagined, hidden as they had been beneath her fitted blouse. He caressed them gently, his fingers grazing her already hard nipples. He took one and then the other in his mouth, first licking, then sucking, and finally biting. She gasped in delight, and he pinched each gently at first, then gradually harder, until they were twisting. Her face betrayed her desire. He kissed her belly again, reveling in the softness of her skin. The faint scent of her perfume mingled with the unmistakable scent of her sex.

He looked up at her. “You smell wonderful. You put that perfume on for me, didn’t you?”

She could only whimper in reply.

Suddenly he stood and stripped her naked, stepped back and tore his own clothes off.

She regarded his hardness and gasped.

“Do you like how hard you’ve made me? How much you excite me.”

He kissed her deeply then and pressed into her like before, except this time skin to skin. She returned his passion measure for measure as his hands traveled her backside and made their way forward and between her legs.

She was drenched.

“God, you’re already wet.” She whimpered again and then gasped as he inserted two fingers into her, moving up and down in a fucking motion as she began to moan more insistently.

He spun her around and threw her back on the bed, knelt beside her and continued the assault with his fingers as her hand found its way to his cock. He moved up and guided her mouth to the tip.

In no time he was deep down her throat. His fingers worked more aggressively, and he could sense her first orgasm approaching. On cue, she pulled her mouth off him and gave out a low scream as her body quivered in climax. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed her clit, drawing out her release. When she began to recover, he leaned down and kissed her passionately.

“That was beautiful.”

He knelt before her then and devoured her pussy. Her lips were swollen and the nub of her clit poked out proudly. He brought her to another climax, and she pushed him away as she thrashed about the bed in ecstasy.

“Oh my god,” was all she could say, over and over.

He was just getting her warmed up. His fingers found their way inside once more, and they fucked her more violently than before. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy lips began to turn inside out. He leaned down, picking up his intensity, and whispered in her ear.

“Don’t hold back. Let it all go. Don’t hold back. Cum for me. Cum hard for me. CUM. FOR. ME!!"

She let out a feral wail and a gush of her sex fluid erupted from her cunt, pushing his fingers out. He massaged her mound and she erupted a second time, soaking his hand. He rubbed it on her belly, turning the skin slick, and then shoved his fingers in her mouth.

“Taste yourself. Taste how good you taste.”

She took them in greedily and cleaned them thoroughly.

“Good girl”, he cooed and kissed her gently.

There was only one thing left. He knelt between her legs, parted them wide, and placed himself at her entrance. He paused then and fixed her with an intent and questioning gaze. Despite all that had already transpired, he wanted her signal.

She nodded her assent with passion in her eyes.

He sunk himself fully into her and paused, leaning down to kiss her deeply once more. Her sigh was one of pleasure and completion.

They fucked then, beginning slowly and building in intensity until they were two animals consumed by nothing but lust. Again and again he brought her to the edge and then over, until she had lost count of her orgasms.

She was on her back again when he gazed down, entranced by the sight of his turgid manhood moving in and out and glistening with her fluid.

“Look,” he encouraged her. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“It is so beautiful,” she breathed. “We’re so beautiful”.

He was close to the edge, and she could sense it. His cock began to swell, and he called out his warning.

“Cum in me! Cum in me, please! I want to feel you. I need you to fill me!”

Her words sent him over the edge. The world turned upside down and inside out as he emptied himself into her vessel, spurt after frightening spurt sending his essence deep into her womb. He cried out as the pleasure of his release and the rush of claiming her overwhelmed him.

He stayed inside her. He didn’t soften. She was panting hard, her own orgasm having ripped through her, triggered by the first shot of his semen into her. They kissed and caressed, and he began to fuck her again. The sensation was incredible, their fluids combining to lubricate her opening.

His second release splashed across her belly, and she cried out in delight as she felt the drops of warm semen hit her skin.

“Wow,” she cried out. “Just, wow.”

He lay beside her, scooping up some of his jism and feeding it to her.

“That was incredible,” he whispered in her ear. In return, she kissed him with frightening hunger.

“You okay?” He checked in.

“I’m more than okay.” She lay back with a smile. “You’re wonderful.”

His hands trailed down to her slit, brushing over the carefully manicured patch of dark pubic hair that graced her lower midsection above her bald lips.

“This is so sexy. I love a partially shaved pussy. It’s so erotic.”

“I know.”

He looked puzzled.

“I’ve read all of your stories.”

“All of them?”

“Every one. You don’t hide your fondness for certain grooming.”

He laughed. She could feel his warm cum, still oozing from her hole and dripping on the bedspread.

“You came so much. It’s like you were saving it.”

“I was,” he admitted. “That was another part of the story that was true. I didn’t fuck my wife for a week. I made up some clever excuses. I wanted to give you the biggest gift I possibly could.”

“And what if this hadn’t happened?” she asked playfully.

He let out a laugh. “Well then, there would probably be cum dripping off the ceiling.”

She giggled in response. “Well, just like a girl shouldn’t have to drink alone, so a boy shouldn’t have to cum alone. Her hand had been trailing across his manhood, coaxing it back to life.

She went down on him, thrilled by their taste on his cock, and brought him to full erection once more before mounting him and riding him romantically until he emptied the last of himself into her.

As they lay reveling in their afterglow, he sighed and brought them back to the real world.

“I don’t think you want to risk a walk of shame in the morning, so I’d better let you go. Would you like to share a shower?”

“No. I want to fall asleep with you on me, and in me.”

“I feel the same way. On me, not in me,” he said jokingly.

Reluctantly she dressed, and they shared an intimate embrace at the door. Tomorrow would be another day – a full business meeting followed by dinner, and the customary gathering in the cocktail lounge.

As she turned, he reached for her one last time and handed her a room key. “Just in case. For tomorrow night.”