Joy and Michael had been having a wonderful affair for several months. Meeting for a few hours here and there, they also kept in touch by sending frequent texts. But they wanted more.
The more they saw of each other, the harder it was to part. They wanted some real time together, They wanted to go to bed, make love, sleep through the night and wake up together. But how could they do this without making Kevin suspicious? How could Joy get away?
They discussed a weekend away, but Joy didn't know how she could arrange that without Kevin. So, it seemed, they had to settle for the hours they snatched every few days.
Joy couldn't just up and leave Kevin, there was so much involved. Also, Michael was going through his divorce proceedings. As much as they were frustrated with the situation, they had to live with it for now. They could not afford for their spouses to find out.
What Joy didn't realize was that Kevin, in fact, was already suspicious. It seemed that his wife’s whole lifestyle was changing. Hell, she was even being nice to him!
Joy, who had always been more of a stay-at-home person, had been going out a lot lately. It was very unlike her and Kevin noticed that she was always dressed attractively. In fact, she looked very sexy and Kevin wondered if Joy was seeing someone.
He thought of following her, but quickly put that aside. In this small town, he was sure Joy would spot him. He had to think of something else. Meantime, the not knowing drove Kevin crazy.
Then, he hit on a plan - a gamble that might reveal the truth. Kevin would say he was visiting his family for a weekend. Joy wouldn't think nothing of that as he had done it many times. Kevin calculated that Joy wouldn’t want to go with him. She had not been to visit his family in over a year and he guessed she wouldn’t be interested this time. And, Kevin thought, if Joy really was involved with someone else, the free weekend would be a major temptation for her to spend time with her lover. An opportunity not to be missed.
So Kevin decided that is what he would do. He told Joy he was going to spend the following weekend with his family. That gave Joy a week to make her arrangements, to plan what she would do.
The next day, Joy told Michael the news via text. Both were excited; they could share the time together they had dreamed about and finally go to bed in each other’s arms and wake up the same way.
They agreed that to avoid the risk of being spotted in their small town, Michael would book a hotel room in a nearby town. He would text Joy with the details nearer the date.
The weekend finally came and, while Joy was taking a morning shower in the en-suite bathroom, Kevin packed a small bag. He was ready to leave but was still debating where he could park his car and keep a watch on the house. He was convinced he would need to follow Joy. She wouldn't dare risk having a lover visit the house. Too many prying neighbours and gossiping tongues!
Kevin approached the bathroom door, intending to let Joy know he was leaving, when he saw her phone blinking on the nightstand. She had a message. Kevin had never looked at Joy's messages but, under these suspicious circumstances, he walked over and picked up her phone.
Madison Hotel, room 206, Love you, see you soon xoxo
That was the extent of the message. No caller’s name or number displayed. Kevin put down the phone and contemplated his next move. His suspicions had been confirmed but what was he to do? Did he confront Joy now? Did he follow her? Did he watch her to discover just who she was meeting?
Kevin was hurt and he decided that he needed to know everything. He pushed open the bathroom door and saw Joy’s shape within the steamy shower cubicle.
“I’m going now, Joy,” he shouted over the hiss of the cascading water. “I’ll text to let you know when I’ve got there.”
Joy slid open the shower door just wide enough to peer out. “Okay, hon,” she smiled broadly. “You have a good weekend.” She smacked her lips in a “mwah” kiss and slid the door closed.
“Hmm, you too,” mumbled Kevin as he turned away.
Kevin put his bag in the car. All he could think about was Madison Hotel, room 206. He knew where the hotel was but was unsure what to do next. He drove around for awhile, thinking. He stopped for a coffee, still thinking. He stirred the spoon in his mug, monotonously, staring down at the whirlpool of dark liquid … all the time thinking. Finally, he knew what he must do.
He drove towards the Madison Hotel and entered a parking lot across the street. There he sat in his car, scanning the hotel forecourt for Joy's car. He couldn’t see it; perhaps it was at the rear of the building. Hmmm, Kevin thought, that’s playing safe. He got out of his car, hefted his bag and walked across the road and into the hotel’s small lobby.
Kevin looked around as he approached the desk but he was the only person in the lobby except the for the clerk at the reservations desk.
"May I help you, Sir?" ask the clerk.
“Hope so,” Kevin said in a voice which he realised was croaking. He cleared his throat. “I would like a room, please.”
“Of course, Sir. How long will you be staying with us?”
“Uh? Oh, right… hmm, yes,” said Kevin, thinking he probably wouldn’t be staying very long at all. “Sorry, I’m miles away. Er, just the one night will be fine, thanks.”
“Okay, let me see what we have… ”
“Oh,” said Kevin, his brain belatedly starting to function. “Have you got one near room 206?"
The clerk looked up from his computer screen. “Near to room 206… are you meeting someone, Sir?” He clicked a few keys and then looked into Kevin’s face, inviting an answer.
“Meeting someone? Well, yes, I am. That’s the plan anyway,” he said, his voice trailing off quietly. “Perhaps you can help me with that. Has Joy Smith registered yet?”
”You’re in luck, Sir. I have Room 208 available for tonight.” He smiled. “But I’m sorry, I cannot give out information about other guests. Not without their permission.”
“Right, okay, that’s not a problem.”
The clerk nodded, still smiling. He waited a few seconds and then asked, ”Room 208, is that okay for you, Sir?”
"Hmm, yes, 208 is fine. Thank you.”
After signing the registry as K Carter, Kevin took the key and left the desk. He was feeling really down, and still not sure if he was ready for what he expected to happen. In the elevator, his mind still raced. What was he gonna do? Should he just go home? Was he ready for any of this? Kevin pushed the button for the second floor.
The elevator stopped and Kevin stepped out and looked at the direction signs indicating the whereabouts of rooms. He ambled along the corridor to his left and reached room 206. He stopped, wondering if Joy was in there. Kevin put an ear to the door and listened. He didn't hear anything.
At room 208 he opened the door and walked in. He sat on the bed and stared down at his shoes. Eventually, he roused himself and opened his bag and hung up his few items. He put his shaver and toothbrush in the bathroom. He didn't know how long he would be staying but he was on automatic pilot. Going through the motions.
He walked to the window and looked out, again scanning the parking lot for Joy's car. He didn't see it.
Kevin sat heavily on the bed and looked at his wristwatch. He would have reached his parents by now. He pulled the phone from his pants pocket and sent a text to Joy. “Arrived safely. All okay.”
He stood to put the phone back in his pocket. Okay, he thought, now she thinks I’m miles away. What’s the next move? He decided to go down to the lobby and wait for them, whoever "them" were.
He picked up his door key and took the elevator down and found a seat in a dark corner of the dull lobby. He sat and waited, wondering if they were already here. If not, where are they? Maybe in the dinning room? Maybe they had changed their minds? Maybe it wasn't what he was thinking? Maybe he was being foolish? "Maybe" is all he could think.
Kevin was thinking about returning to his room when the entrance door opened and he heard his wife's voice. It was definitely Joy. He looked up, watched her striding alongside a tall man, holding hands. They walked to the desk, spoke briefly to the clerk, the tall stranger signed the register and they walked away, around the corner and out of sight. They were obviously going to the elevators.
Kevin had watched all this in a stupor. Now he shook his head, as if regaining consciousness, stood and walked quickly to the elevators. Maybe he could catch them. But they had gone. He had been too slow, too stunned to react.
He waited for the next elevator and went towards his room. Outside 206, he listened but didn't hear anything: no talking, no nothing. Kevin was distraught. Inside his room, he stood debating what to do next? Bang on the damn door? Bust the door down? That is my damn wife! Kevin’s anger built and yet he knew he needed to catch them in a situation where Joy couldn't talk her way out of it. He decided to wait.
He showered and dressed and hurried down to the restaurant. He got a table in a far corner, virtually out of sight, and waited for Joy and this man she was with to come down.
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Michael and Joy walked into their room. They dropped their bags and embraced, kissing hard, passionately. They had waited so long for this time alone. Michael held Joy’s face in his hands.
"I love you Joy, I never want to leave you."
He leaned in and kissed her again. Michael hooked his fingers at the bottom of Joy’s shirt, lifted it above her head, keeping her arms pinned up there, tangled in her shirt while his lips pressed hungrily against hers. His body pushed against her and he finally removed her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Joy swept her arms around Michael's neck and they kissed, even fiercer then ever before. They finally had the weekend they had only dreamed about.
He reached and unzipped her jeans. They slid over her round ass, down her long, beautiful legs and she stepped out of them. Michael reached around and unhooked her bra and let it slide off her shoulders and arms. His mouth immediately went to a full breast, sucking in her nipple while he pinched and pulled on the other nub, making them hard as little rocks. He nibbled, grazing the teat with his teeth.
He lifted her in his arms, walked to the bed and laid her down. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor before he undid his belt buckle and let his jeans puddle at his feet. He stepped out of them and Joy reached up and slid his boxers down. As she did, his raging, large cock sprang straight out, pointing at her.
Joy eagerly lapped her tongue over the tip of his hard cock, tasting his pre-cum. She was hungry for his cock. She wanted him, wanted his cock in her mouth, in her throat. She licked his shaft, her teeth scratching down the whole length and back up. Michael moaned, his hips pushing forward, pushing his cock to her lips. He, too, wanted his cock in her mouth. But Joy teased him, kissing down his erection to his balls. She slid off the bed onto her knees so she could get to him better. Joy sucked on his balls. They were big, full of cum.