In truth that was far two gentle an analogy. He was pure lion, handsome and regal in his bearing but ruthlessly effective both in his job and his pursuit of women. Julie was a gazelle, graceful and powerfully fast in both thought and emotion. She was not a shy creature.
They loved each other beyond measure. Without that they could never have managed their complicated 14 year marriage which was as wide open as their careers.
They loved the game of sales. The money was a by-product. So was the sex. Sales and seduction are cousins. It was the hunt of their prey that they both loved.
Tom covered a big territory, the entire Eastern half of the U.S. and extensive travel was part of his job description. In their second year of marriage he met a woman at the hotel bar and had sex with her. He spent two nights with the woman and enjoyed every moment. On his flight home however his guilt grew and he didn't know how he would reconcile what he had done with his love of Julie.
That first night back together lying side by side in bed neither he nor Julie initiated the sex customary after being apart. It was Julie who shocked Tom by tearfully confessing that she had sex with a client from out of town while showing him a house.
Tom, composing his own confession before Julie gave hers, then told her about his hotel affair. After crying together and professing their love for each other they re-avowed their commitment. They fucked more passionately then they had in a long time.
Over the course of the next few days they talked more openly than ever. They agreed that given both their natures and their time spent apart there might be no stopping such encounters. They agreed that trying to do so would only stress their marriage. They established a few ground rules mostly dealing with discretion and honesty that permitted them independent sexual encounters. They swore a solemn promise of openness.
Their marriage worked well ever since. Their sexual dalliances were actually no more frequent than the secret affairs many other marriages endure and their confessions to each other provided a catharsis that rekindled their passion and love for each other.
When he was on the road, Tom went through stretches of success as well as times of coming up empty. He often thought it rather closely mirrored his successes in sales calls. When he was at the peak of his lion-like confidence his sales would exceed expectations and relaxing back at the hotel bar those evenings is when he would easily get lucky.
It was one of those evenings when he met Anne. She was incredibly pretty and young, not yet out of her twenties. She was not shy and sent bold signals that she found him attractive. After only one drink together she invited herself to his room.
It didn't take long before their arms and legs were intertwined on the bed, and only a moment longer for them to be naked. There was hardly time for him to appreciate how perfect her body was before she made him feel at ease on his back by smothering his cock with her tits while looking up at him with that laughing teasing face. When she took him into her mouth she never stopped the fluttering motion of her tongue even as she worked her lips impossibly deep over his hard shaft.
After he exploded in her mouth she glided up along his body. With her face just inches away from his, she teased him by allowing a short string of cum to drip down an inch or so before drawing it back into her mouth. Terror registered on his face. She smiled a wickedly pretty smile with her lips sealed then moved down a few inches to let his cum leak from her pursed lips onto his upper and middle chest. Tom felt proud of the amount of cum he delivered. Anne slid back up and lowered her tits against the puddles and kissed him deeply forcing him to smell and taste what remained of himself on her lips and tongue. He began to enjoy her free spirited kinkiness and returned her kisses with true passion.
When she again raised herself she suspended one of her cum covered tits inches from his face and began to slowly lower the almost dripping nipple to his lips. He turned his head a little to the side. She said nothing but remained motionless above him until he straightened his face to gaze up at her shadowed features inside the tent of her hair. When she lowered her body the final inch he parted his lips and took the nipple.
Within moments Tom was joyfully licking her wonderful tits clean while laughing to himself about feeling so kinky. He enjoyed the slickness of of her tits smearing his own cum around his face. He felt an exhilarating new sense of freedom and even though he had orgasmed so recently he could already feel his groin respond again.
“So you like it a little kinky, don’t you?” Anne said outstretched on top of him with her smooth pussy rubbing over his soft cock.
“I like you,” Tom said.
“Well, I can be very kinky.” .
“So yeah, I guess I like kinky.”
“We’ll see,” she said and she was suddenly up flitting around the room. She went into the bathroom. Tom couldn’t get over how young and lithe she was, how perfect her legs and ass and tits were. Tom gazed at the ceiling thinking about his fantastic luck.
“Jesus, your tits are magnificent,” he surprised himself in saying out loud when he raised his head from the pillow to watch her walk toward him.
She stopped and pirouetted with her arms in the air, “Only my tits?”
“No, no ...” she cut him off with a cute little giggle and the raise of her palm toward him.
Then she was at the side of the bed deftly knotting his tie around his wrist. He watched as she tied it to the bed frame, mildly entertained by the notion of being bound. Before he knew what was really happening his other arm was secured by her silk scarf to the other corner of the bed frame. He tried to pull it free but the knot slipped in a way that tightened it around his wrist.
When she was done Anne reached up with two hands and removed her wig of long dark hair and set it on the night stand. She reached up again, let down her blonde hair and shook her head. She looked absolutely feral.
"Christ, this keeps getting better," Tom said grinning.
She straddled his waist and got back down against him bringing her face close to his and kissing him again. “I wanna ride that big cock of yours.” she said as she ground her pussy over Tom’s groin. Tom felt her growing wetness. “Are you gonna get hard again for kinky Anne?”
Tom could tell that was not going to be a problem as blood was already racing back into his cock.
“Ooh good, that’s my boy,” she said as she rolled her hips around another time or two and felt him stiffen. “It’s okay if I’m on top, isn’t it? So I can feel you go deep?” She tilted her pelvis to the side and reached down to guide his swollen shaft into her as easily as putting a car in gear.
“Oh fuck,” Tom said, almost in a whisper, as her tight cunt sheathed down over his cock.
“Oh fuck," Tom said again louder, as she began to canter off and on the length of his cock.
“Yes, Tom, yes," Anne said loudly, "but you’re not allowed to cum until you hear me scream.”
Suddenly there was someone at the door. The unmistakable electronic beep of someone entering with a key card was followed by the door opening. Tom lifted his head and caught the figure of a man against the light of the hallway before the door closed.
Tom jerked his hands only to be reminded by the pain of the knot tightening that he was still tied. Anne turned back from looking toward the door and said, “Oh don’t worry, that’s my husband.”
"What? How?"
The man came over to stand next to the bed. He placed the keycard on the nightstand. Tom watched him intently, feeling so vulnerable and afraid.
“Josh, this is Tom,” Anne said, placing a hand on Josh's shoulder for support as she continued to bounce away on Tom’s almost failing erection. “Tom meet my husband Josh. I slipped your key card under the door so he could meet you.”
Anne giggled a little and sensing Tom’s softening stopped bouncing up and down and just ground her clitoris against the base of his cock.
“Nice to meet you, Tom.