I had announced that I was leaving my position at the financial planning firm and re-joining my family’s yacht architecture firm at the end of the month. I had a good run as a financial planner, used the experience to broaden my financial expertise. I had one last trip, to Chicago before I left, to present a proposal for our firm to become the registered advisor for a sizeable endowment.
No, I’m not making a big dick joke when I say sizeable endowment; it was a serious chunk of money. Like enough to book Dolly 24/7/365 for several lifetimes.
Anyway, since I knew I was leaving, I spoke with a colleague who would become the lead person on the potential account and the primary contact, and we made travel plans. My colleague’s name was Josh Silverman. He was in his mid-40’s, married, had two children, was an Ivy League graduate with an MBA from Michigan and by all accounts devoted to his sweetheart of a wife, Michelle. Michelle was a school teacher and was charming, though she’d apparently put on some weight since they were married.
Josh had been a cute but pudgy fellow most of the time I worked with him. Using the same wedding photo on his office credenza as I used to determine that Michelle had gained weight, so had Josh. But as fate would have it, Josh had made some drastic changes to his eating and exercising habits a year or so before I announced I was leaving and brought him on the client trip. Big time changes. Like he lost eighty-five pounds, something like that. Wow. I found out he’d run cross country in high school, but somewhere along the way, sitting at a desk, some aches and pains cutting into his desire to exercise as well as time spent watching his daughter’s ballet instead of engaging in his own fitness. We all know folks like this. Now that he’d lost the weight and gotten back into exercising, he looked a decade younger, said he felt better, too.
So why wasn’t he smiling anymore? Josh was a total stress magnet. Said he’d dealt with the stress with drive-thru therapy. “You see a therapist at a drive-thru?” I questioned. “No, Dolly. Drive-thru therapy is sort of like “retail therapy” — only instead of going to Saks or Nieman Marcus, I went through the drive-thru to get comfort food in response to stress. Not a whole lotta healthy options at the typical drive-thru.” Cute. I told him that he looked terrific, that he was welcome to join my running group and asked if I could talk him into a triathlon, and said I was sure that Michelle must be enjoying the benefits of his efforts.
“Thanks, Dolly, but don’t be so sure.”
Felt bad for him. I told him when we went to Chicago, to bring his workout stuff and we’d stay healthy together. Running along the lake front is one of my favorite things to do when I go to Chicago. (Well, favorite outdoor, clothed things to do in Chicago. Not that I gave that qualifier to Josh.) He smiled briefly, allowed his eyes to wander down my body and back up, and said, “stupid me, gets in shape and gets to work out with Dolly just as you’re leaving.” He sighed.
I guess I knew right then and there he needed more than just a workout buddy with a tight body, blonde hair and blue eyes. But off to Chicago we went, the client meeting went great, the papers were signed, Josh bonded with the board of trustees of the endowment, which it turned out included a couple of Michigan graduates, and after they made all sorts of predictions about the new football coach and how long it would take to beat the team coached by a fellow whose name I recognized from my home state and a previous coaching job of this now enemy of all Michigan men, Josh and I went back to the hotel. The weather was not up to Florida standards, but we managed to do about five miles up the lake shore and back, and then returned to the hotel. We agreed to meet up for dinner after showering and changing. I considered inviting him to my room for the shower, but it didn’t feel right. Yet.
It didn’t take very much longer, it turned out, for things to feel right about crossing the line with Josh.
It was supposed to be just one kiss. It wasn’t supposed to turn into a hot steamy night that turned my life and his upside down for the last week or so of my time at the planning firm. Luckily for me I was already leaving, notice was given, but Josh had a reputation as a straight arrow, dependable, no skeletons in his closet which was an asset to him as in corporate America having an affair with someone who works for you or with you is a serious infraction.
The weather got worse while we showered, and we both cringed when we got to the lobby and looked out. The concierge was a friend of mine from a previous hotel where he had worked and met me when I’d done some Dolly date stays at that other hotel. In fact, seeing that concierge at check in, seeing him and immediately recognizing that he knew me, while I stood next to Josh, I had really come close to blacking out and fainting upon arrival. Eeeeek! When worlds collide! But this fabulous, ever-dependable concierge proved why he is the best in Chicago — never flinched, never made like he knew me. The wink was imperceptible to anyone but me. But now, as we viewed the deteriorating weather, he saw us and offered to call a dinner delivery service to bring in from wherever we wanted. We’d done steaks at Gibson’s the night before with the clients, so I asked for a suggestion and we agreed to have some wonderfully fattening Italian food from a place called Rosebud. My friendly concierge told us, “Popular with the tourists, but still too good for the locals to pass up. And huge portions. Trust me, don’t order two entrees, just one will be more than enough for the both of you.”
I looked at Josh and said, “We’ll just have to hit the treadmills before we fly out tomorrow and eat salad for a week.” “Sounds worth it,” he replied, with a smile I hadn’t seen from him, save for the business meeting, in some time.
We had dinner sent to my room. My friendly concierge sent it up on a room service table on wheels and a robust Barolo wine from the hotel’s cellar. While we talked and ate, I watched Josh’s eyes. Usually he maintained eye contact better than any other guy at the company, but that night he couldn’t help his eyes wandering lower, focusing on my body. Of course I’m always flattered when a man notices. I caught him looking, he blushed, and we both laughed. “You are so busted, but flattery will get you everywhere, Josh!” I told him. He threw himself under the bus, and confessed that he had lusted after me on a regular basis, but had seen the trouble that others got into with office affairs, and just told himself that he wasn’t going there—”not that I have any shot with you, a woman like you doesn’t go get into a scandal with a fat married guy like me.”
“First of all, don’t talk about yourself that way. And you might be surprised at the physical builds of men I find attractive and have had wonderfully hot sexual relationships with.” Ooops. Note to self, don’t pour so much wine into the glasses next time. “And besides, go look in the mirror, the last thing you are is fat. Have you had any sexual reward for all your hard work to get into shape?” Immediately I felt bad for asking, and his frown didn’t make things any better. “I think that Michelle doesn’t think of herself as sexy, no matter how much I beg and plead and offer to go down on her and focus on her pleasure, and she’s so used to not having sex that she’s only focused on how much I’ve had to spend on new clothes. So no.”
I noticed a change in my body, my desire to reward Josh and let him know how amazing he was, inside and now outside, too. I really craved him at that moment. Yup, I was wet. Was I wet because he was adorably sad, like a lost puppy? Or was I wet because he looked good, and I was not going to be denied in my desire to give him the fucking of his life as a reward for dropping the weight and keeping it off. He’d hardly touched his pasta, focused on the vegetables and eggplant, left the sausage on the plate. No bread, and maybe four sips of wine. Josh was being a good boy. Time for him to collect his prize. Dollytime.
So I led Josh down a very slippery sexual slope to a lot of complexity. “What if . . . what if?” I asked, “What if I stole a kiss tonight? Just one kiss. Nothing more.”
“Hmmm. Bad idea,” he said. “I’d never be able to stop myself. You were sort of the fantasy motivation, Dolly, kidding myself that if I got thin I’d be the kind of man who you might hook up with after an office party if your date hadn’t turned out well.” He’d put some time and thought into this. “And we know that can’t happen.”
Josh was every bit man enough to rock my bed, but he was not man enough to win this argument with me.
“Oh, but it would be so sweet, and what could just one kiss hurt.” I even thought about just how I would do it, holding his face with both of my hands and then a soft kiss—definitely more than a peck, but not a sloppy aggressive tongue in mouth assault by any means. It would be brief, but not too brief. I would tell him he could avoid the temptation to let it lead to more because he wouldn’t take the lead, I would. Just a nice tender kiss, and just one kiss. “You promise? No one can ever know.”
“What happens in the Loop in Chicago stays in the Loop in Chicago.”
I slipped my arm into his and pulled him close to me. He felt warm and firm and snug against me. I was still thinking about the kiss.
Josh turned and looked down at me, and I inched up and kissed him, just like I had fantasized about earlier. I held his face in both hands and pulled him into me until I was lined up. “God you smell sexy,” he mumbled as he closed his eyes as I kissed him. As I had planned, it wasn’t a passionate kiss (not that I wasn’t feeling passionate), at least not yet. His lips were gentle and warm, and I could taste the desire, the longing, the joy of a first kiss that he’d imagined for too long. As he returned the kiss, he put his arms under mine, then hands up my back, not just touching me but pulling me close, forgetting there was an outside world. It was a delicious kiss and I let it linger a bit longer than I had planned or dared, because, well once you’ve started, why stop a good thing?
When I finally pulled my lips away, he slid his hands to my slender waist and I rested mine on his shoulders and was looking up at his brown eyes.
“Dolly, . . .”
“Shhhh.” I cut him off. “You and I are going to make this a very good night.”
As I spoke, I saw him reach a decision in his mind, and he pulled me tight to him again, a hand now on my ass, his finger between my butt cheeks and sliding down toward my warmth, it felt so good when he went over my puckering bunghole, though I didn’t imagine he would be game to fill my ass on a first (and perhaps only) tryst. I reached up and wrapped both arms around his neck and felt his other hand find my breast, which was smashed against his chest as he pulled my head towards his face. Then he kissed me, taking the lead. This kiss was not restrained at all. Josh pushed his tongue between my lips and we stood there in the hall, melded into a single person as we kissed for a long, long time. I began to grind against him.
At this point any hesitation was lost. Any notion of consideration of the consequences was gone. Josh wrapped his hands around my back and again let them slide down to my ass. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him up tight against me, and started dry humping him, only I was far from dry by this point. I could feel his rapidly stiffening cock pressing against my flat belly. I wondered what his newly flat belly would sound like slapping against mine. Josh continued to kiss me, and he was deliberately rubbing my tits in sensuous waves of his fingers. God, it felt good.
Then I rotated just a bit, without breaking the kiss, and pushed him back against the wall. I pulled one of my legs up and wrapped it around his legs as I rotated us, putting my back against the wall. By then we were both actively dry humping, still fully dressed in my hotel room. He fumbled to find out how to open my dress and I helped him because I was hungry for him to fondle my tits. Josh spoke not a sound, he was lost, utterly lost. Both of our moral compasses had just checked out for the duration.
Then I pulled a hand away from my new lover’s neck and slid it between us, laying the flat of my palm against Josh’s by then fully erect, trouser-covered cock, sliding it up and down.
He pushed my long blonde hair back over my shoulder and began to kiss and nibble at the soft tissue between the base of my neck and shoulder, again, passionately, sensuously, tenderly–why wasn’t this man getting laid? Her loss, my gain, at least for the night– Josh was working his way up to my ear and then back down, making me cry out, “Oh, oh, yes, yes, baby, mmmm, oh, don’t stop” and lot more that was incoherent. I’m so glad I wasn’t talking dirty on that occasion, even now as I type this, sure, it was hot, but it was beautiful. He was beautiful, the way he was preparing to make love to me, the way he was savoring all of me.
I stepped back for a moment and pulled my dress over my head, which in the moment seemed the fastest way to get out of it. My tits, which were about half out of the bra cups from the mauling Josh had been giving them, were ready for freedom. I kicked off my pumps and below the waist I was in just a sexy black lace thong I’d worn hoping Josh would get to see me in it. And peel off me. He looked as delicious as the dinner. He reached out for my tits again and I reached behind my back and released the bra, throwing it to the floor. I pulled Josh’s head down to my breasts, “kiss them, kiss my breasts,” then I got specific,”No, just my nipples for now. Suck on my nipples.”
Josh did as requested, and I threw my head back and cried out as I had when Josh was kissing my neck and ears, only now it was louder, “Oh god, yes. That’s good. That’s so fucking good.” Yeah, I know, this time I cussed. It’s tough to talk like a proper lady when you want to fuck the shit out of someone else’s husband and you’re lusting for him to fuck the shit out of you. Somehow, while he was doing that I managed to shimmy out of my thong so that I was now completely naked. As I reached for the buttons on his shirt, Josh kept sucking on my nipples while his fingers found my wetness and it seemed like everywhere else there might have been a nerve ending to stimulate. It felt like he had about six hands and I wanted to be used by every last one of them. I loved the feel of his hands on my smooth skin…
After his shirt, I got to his belt and zipper, and soon I had his trousers and boxers around his feet and began stroking his married, pussy-starved cock. I pushed him toward the bed and dropped to my knees, staring at his erect cock that I still held in my hands. I removed his shoes, trousers and boxers out from around his feet, tossing them across the room and out of the way, and then I leaned forward and begin to lick the head of the already leaking and twitching cock I’d been stroking. “Oh fuck that feels so good, Dolly” he hissed, but I told him, “this is just the beginning”. I pushed the head of his thick cock between my lips while I still continued to swirl my tongue around it. I pulled my head down and I let my warm mouth engulf his cock until it hit the back of my throat all while my tongue caressed the underside of Josh’s dick. Then I sucked hard and backed off until only the head remained in my mouth while I used one hand to stroke the exposed, saliva coated shaft. I began to pump his cock, repeating the process again and again. I looked deeply into his eyes. The rest of the world didn’t exist, there was just us, his cock mine for the taking, and my body his in return whenever (if ever) he wanted me to give him a turn. He was way far gone to my oral ministrations. “God, can you suck cock. Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop.”
He reached down and began to caress my tits again. At first just softly pulling on them, but then as I got him more excited, Josh grabbed each one between a forefinger and a thumb and twisted the nipple hard. Even with his cock in my mouth, I moaned in response, which must have felt great on his straining cock.
“Dolly, I’m going to cum,” he said. “Are you sure you want me to cum in your mouth?”
I looked up at Josh and pulled my face back from his cock, “No, no. On my tits. Cum on my tits. That’s so sexy. Use my body for your seed, I want to feel your heat,” I hopped to my feet and walked naked across the room, to an armchair where I sat down, my legs spread. My pussy lips were swollen and glistening with Dolly sex juice. I held my tits up and pushing them out towards him “Come over here and shoot your hot thick cum on my tits.”
Josh knew how to follow directions. He stood before me, stroked his cock, holding it right over my tits. God I wanted him to cum on me.
“Come on Josh, like we both want, stroke that cock and make it cum on my tits. Come on.”
It didn’t take him long to get there. With just a few strokes, I could see his balls tighten and then his eyes rolled back in his head as the cum began to rise in his dick. He groaned “Oh God, oh my God” and shot several loads of white slippery cream. The first hit my chin, but the other hit their target and soon there were gooey drips of cum all over my full, D-cup tits.
He stood catching his breath as I wiped the cum from my face and smeared it, along with the remainder of Josh’s load, across my breasts. “You’re so beautiful” he whispered while trying to catch his breath, “you’re so sexy….”. Next I moved over to the bed where I dropped on my back and then beckoned him to kneel between my legs. “Spread your legs for me, Dolly, please,” he whispered as he began to kiss the inside of my toned, tanned thighs. Nice lips, this man. He worked up one thigh, from the knee to just short of my slick, smooth hairless sex and then did the same thing on the other leg. By now I had backed up toward the headboard, and he was laying on his belly with his face directly in front of my pussy. “I love that you’re clean-shaven,” he whispered then dragged his tongue from the base of my fragrant, well-lubed pussy up to where my inflamed clit peeked from beneath its hood. My nether lips were swollen and shiny with liquid that continued to leak from my pussy. I was about to tell him where the condoms were when he showed me his mouth wasn’t finished.
Josh began by simply blowing his warm breath on my clit, but quickly followed that up with a teasing lick. I gasped when that magic tongue flicked my clit. He peeked up and saw that I was smiling and playing with my cum-covered tits. “More,” I said. It wasn’t a request, more of a direction, a command even. He did take orders well.
Josh returned the smile and dove back into my pussy. Next he used his fingers to fully spread my outer lips and began to lick my inner lips with long slow strokes running from top to bottom finishing by briefly flicking my fully engaged clit at the end of each stroke. Each time I gasped when Josh even briefly touched my clit. He kept this up, I lost count of the tongue strokes. He covered my pussy with his mouth and extended my now favorite tongue as far into my sex heat as it would go. I pushed forward and he did the same, and it was like he was tongue-fucking me. “You taste so fucking good. God, you are the taste of sex.” Wow, his dirty talk was so erotic! He wasn’t done. “Oh god, I love eating your sweet pussy”. Some men say the sweetest things.
Josh was lying on his belly with his legs extended behind him, using both hands to fondle my cum-sticky tits and twist and pull on my nipples. I now had my legs wrapped around his back and both hands on his head holding it against my pussy. I was moaning continuously—Not saying anything coherent, just making a lot of noise and occasionally saying his name or some obscenity. “Oh fuck! So good! Oh Josh! Fuck, fuck, fuck me Josh! Don’t stop!”
There was very little risk that he was going to stop for anything short of a fire or an earthquake. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and I noticed that I could see Josh’s erection returning beneath him when I opened my eyes to see why I felt him raising his body off the bed. “God, I haven’t recovered this quickly since I was a teenager!” he said with beaming pride before returning his mouth to my pleasure-ripped body. Oh yeah, this was good.
I was about to climax, no surprise given all the noise I was making, and I could tell by his intensity that Josh really wanted to get me to cum. He pulled his hands down until he had a firm grip on both of my ass cheeks and then he picked his head up and resumed licking my lips and flicking my clit at the end of each stroke. Next he let go of my ass with one hand and slipped two fingers into my by-now sloppy wet pussy. “Yes, touch me, inside me, feel me….” I gasped, on the edge now, as he began to finger fuck me while continuing to lick my pussy lips and flick my clit. On each stroke with his fingers he curled the tips against the front of my sex to stroke my g-spot as he withdrew them. I let him know when he hit it by screaming briefly each time.
Often I’m the sex partner on a mission, but Josh was well on his way to player of the game honors, and I was continuing to be at his mercy and was murmuring obscenities along with his name. I arched my back to lift my hips in time to each stroke of Josh’s fingers. I was so close to cumming. I knew how to get there. And wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, so did Josh! He continued to finger fuck me, but picked his head up a bit and focused his mouth on my clit. He sucked on it just like it was one of my nipples, rapidly flicking it with his tongue.
It didn’t take long. “Oh, oh, oh, Josh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum, Oh shit, oh Yes,” and then I climaxed with a scream that certainly could be heard in the adjoining room (which fortunately belonged to Josh).
Josh kept sucking on my clit as I came, but I was so over-stimulated that I quickly pushed his head away. “Oh, Oh. God, no more, not yet, baby. Too sensitive. Stop, stop.” I hadn’t recovered my ability to talk in whole sentences yet.
Josh rose to his knees and spread my legs apart on either side of his hips. His now fully recovered prick was standing straight out in front, ready to enter me.
I was still babbling, “Oh God, Josh. Oh fuck, oh my God, that was so good. Where did you learn to do that? I’m a wreck. No more.”
“I want to be inside you, Dolly, to feel you with all of me, not just my fingers, you’re so hot, so sexy, you cum so beautifully…..”
Oh God, he was ready to dive in without a swim suit. “It’s okay, yes, I want to feel you in me, but you have to use protection, baby, we need to, there’s some in that little bag on my nightstand.”
Only now, looking back, do I wonder why the fact that I’d brought condoms with me didn’t stop Josh in his tracks. But he was so far into his fantasy cumming true that he didn’t question the “luck” of handy condoms. He leaned over, looked in the bag, made no comment about the lube or wipes, removed a condom, opened the foil, rolled it on his nice dick, and then leaned forward and pushed his safely wrapped married cock into my slick, hot wet pussy. It was tight from my climax, but he managed, slowly, from the look on his face he was savoring every millimeter of penetration, hissing, “so warm, so wet. Oh god, you feel good.”
He didn’t really start to fuck right away. Josh just held himself above me on his arms and I looked up at his handsome, beaming face. As he filled my body, his eyes grew wide.
“Oh God Dolly, I’m inside you, you’re making love with me…. You’re here…. My God, we’re fucking…”
“Shhh,” I said and I pulled his face down to mine and began to kiss him again—a long, wet sloppy kiss that ranged over both our faces and necks. Kissing is so comforting that I’ve found it cures the disbelief that sometimes happens when a lover who’s been thinking about me for a while actually enters me. The disbelief of it all. No longer imagining my abs, the feel of the power in my legs wrapped around him, the confirmation that yes, my pussy is as smooth and hairless as they’ve fantasized. All melts away and they become lovers in the here and now. Then I tipped us to the side, because, well because his arms weren’t going to last forever. As the kiss continued he began to pump his married, condom-protected cock in and out of me. Not fast, it was just enough to let him know he was really fucking me.
It was a long, languid fuck. I love when a man can do that. He’d already cum the first time. The kiss and smile and yes, even a little giggle when we broke the kiss then kissed again, it all brought him back to control and the wonderful reality we’d created in my hotel room. So intimate. We tried a bunch of positions, pulling apart and moving to another position every time one of us was approaching climax. When I sat atop him, he played with my tits again and once more pulled on my nipples.
“Oh, fuck! If you keep that up you’re gonna make me cum.”
“So? Is that bad?” Josh said with a grin, his eyes wide and confident. His hands were sooooo skilled. Bet he masturbates a lot, his hands were all about understanding, patience and sensitivity when it came to sexual stimulation.
“Uh, whaa?” I muttered. I was back to babbling. I was panting now and leaned forward with long blonde hair hanging around my head and my tits hanging toward his chest, and his hands moved up to my shoulders, pulling me down onto him at the top of my up-swings. I was riding his cock hard.
“Dolly, are you gonna cum?”
“Oh,” I said between down thrusts. “Not this second . . . hey, are you close?”
“Oh thank God, no, I should be, but, wow, you feel so amazing, and we still have other positions to try,” he replied. Loved the way he was thinking.
“Okay. Oh fuck this is good. Okay, I, AM gonna let myself cum.” I leaned back on one arm and then reached down with the other hand to massage my clit. Josh responded by flexing his hips to fuck me as hard as he could.
It didn’t take long. “Oh, oh, yes, yes, I’m there. Oh Aaaagh!” and I finished with a scream at least as loud as my first climax. I thought the muscles in my pussy were going to cut him in half. Then I collapsed on him, and mumbled, “God Josh, fuck me, keep fucking me till you cum, I want you to cum while you’re inside me.”
He could still feel an occasional contraction of the muscles in my pussy as I lay there. I wrapped my arms around him. He was getting there, too. “So warm and good, oh God, oh Dolly, squeeze me, let me feel your body squeeze me.”. I made my pussy squeeze his dick, and he flexed inside of me. I felt his intensity and vibrations ramp up and then…..he paused. I looked up into his eyes.
I sat up, pushed my hair back and he spoke, “I can’t put into words how much I’ve wanted to do this with you and this is so good. So much better than I ever imagined it would be.” I wondered if he might cry, but then he pulled me down on him again. I was silent, but I was thinking about how complicated this was going to be. I was also thinking about how good his cock felt in my hot wet pussy. And I was leaving the company in a week.
We just lay there for quite a while saying nothing. Then I deliberately flexed my pussy around dick, which was still hard and felt so good in my pussy. I did it again and said, “do you want more?”
I smiled a smile that said, “Oh yes, please lover, keep fucking me all you want,” and he began to flex his hips again, fucking his cock in and out of me. I leaned forward again so my tits were mashed against his chest and Josh continued to use his hips to slam his dick in and out of my really well fucked pussy. After a while I felt him again getting closer to cumming. He pushed my hair aside so he could once again fondle my neck and ear with his magic tongue. I could tell that the combination of our fucking and his tongue on my flesh was getting him close and meanwhile it was having the same effect on me, and I was at the door to orgasm-land again and realized that I was softly whimpering. Josh whispered in my ear. “Dolly, I am getting close, I’ve wanted you so much, oh God, I want to finish fucking you from behind.”
I pulled my head up and gave him a long wet kiss while he continued to slowly fuck my pussy, and then without a word I rolled off him, got on my knees with my head down and my firm, athletic runner’s butt up as an offering to him. Josh quickly positioned himself behind me on his knees and began to rub that still-hard dick along my lips and my clit. Each time he hit my clit I gasped. Finally I told him, “That feels good, but I really want your dick in my pussy. Put it in and fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me, I think I can cum again.”
Josh positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He slid it in and I groaned. In this position it went in very deeply. I felt it hit bottom. “Oh shit,” I told him, as he moaned. “That’s so deep. I’m so full,” but he never heard me, as he was moaning, “oh fuck, so good, oh Dolly, oh my God, Dolly….”
He regained his senses and pulled back almost to the end and then slowly filled me again. I moaned, hoping he’d cum soon because I was eager for the satisfaction I give a man when we complete our mission together. He did that three or four times and he groaned a bit louder each time. “Oh so good,” he said.
It felt good for me too. For some reason fucking in this position pushes me to the edge quickly and this was no exception. Another way in which he and I were well matched, it seemed, because soon his balls were pulled up tight against his body, and soon there was little he could do to control himself.
“Harder! Fuck me harder,” I egged him on, pushing my hips back against Josh as he stroked his way into me. I had reached down with one hand and was rubbing my clit. “Oh god, I’m going to cum again! Oh, oh, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Right now!” I was so turned on I was speaking through clenched teeth.
He pulled that dick all the way back and then slammed it as far into me as it would go. Then he just let go of all control and began to fuck me as hard and fast as he could. Yes! He was holding my ass with both of his hands and I was slamming back into him, giving as good as I was getting, and he was getting me so so good. It really didn’t take very long, but it felt much longer. We were both screaming obscenities, “Josh, yes, yes that’s it! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder!” And then he was just screaming as he climaxed inside me, from behind, fulfilling a long time fantasy he’d had and I felt so….complete, yes, complete, to bring Josh to his promised land. As I felt my pussy muscles clamp down on Josh’s cock, I felt him push it in as far as he could and then let go. I could feel his cock flexing and pumping as he shot stream after stream of cum into the condom protecting my spasming cunt. As he climaxed, he growled from deep in his throat and he pulled my hips tight against him.
He kneeled behind me, holding my hips with his softening cock still deep in my pussy. As he started to pull back I murmured, “No not yet. Feels so good to have your cock in me.” Eventually Josh’s cock shrunk and slid out of me. I rolled over, and his face was wet with tears. I snuggled into his arms. “Yes so good. So, so good,” he said softly. “I know you’re leaving, soon, but…I’d love to have the chance to make love with you again before you go. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go crazy or forget I’m married. I just….God, you took me to heaven, I hope I’m making sense, I’d just love to have another chance to try to make you feel as good as it sounded like I was making you feel tonight.”
“Oh this is going to be complicated,” I said. “But it was so good, and you did make me feel so good. We’ll find a way to enjoy each other again. Yes, you made me happy, and I want to do the same for you some more, too. This is too good not to have.” Then we drifted off to sleep.
We made love twice more that night and missed our plane in the morning. And missed a hell of a lot of what was supposed to have been my last week in that office. No one caught on. And Josh gained so much confidence that by the end of that week full of hotel concierge favors being cashed in by me so we could have discreet tryst locations, he told me he was simply going to not take “no” for an answer from Michelle and make her so happy that she’d warm up again like she used to be. He told me that I was a dream cum true for him, but I wasn’t his only dream, and that his permanent dream was back home, and he thanked me for giving him the confidence to go make that dream come true, too. I hugged him before I left our last shared hotel room, the scent of sex smelling so triumphant and magical, and told him I hoped all his wishes came true as wonderfully as the dream he’d shared with me for the past week.
Six months later I saw them at the start of a 10K. Michelle was beaming, and looked leaner and fitter than I’d seen her at any time. She couldn’t take her eyes off Josh, and their fingers were interlocked as they held hands, walking toward the starting line. He saw me, looked at her, then smiled back and me and mouthed, “thank you.”
All that from just one kiss.
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!