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His hotel was almost two hours away. Was I crazy for making that drive? Perhaps. But I like doing crazy things.

We had been chatting for a couple of months. He would tell me about his dead bedroom and I would tell him about my empty one. Well, his bedroom wasn’t totally dead. His wife gave it up about once a week. In the same position, and with her never initiating. He described it as if she was doing a wifely duty, another chore to check off the list.

He said he couldn’t really complain. At least he got somewhat regular sex. I told him that it was sad that he wasn’t getting his needs met.

He wasn’t shy about sending pictures, even though I was at first. He had a lot to be proud of. His cock was gorgeous in all states of arousal. I couldn’t believe that his wife could distribute a bed with him and not take benefit more often.

I told him this, over and over again.

I started to send pictures of myself. It was a big step for me. I had a bad experience with this before. So I really needed to trust him. And somehow, I knew that I could trust him.

No face pictures, though. From either of us. That was a step too far. But that didn’t stop us from talking about meeting. It was just a fantasy then. An impossibility since he lived so far away.

But then his work conference came up. Closer to me, but not exactly close. Like I said, two hours away. He didn’t want to tell me the name of the hotel at first. I think he was still scared to pull the trigger on cheating. It was one thing to talk about it but a whole other level to act on it.

I told him we should meet at the bar. Maybe have a drink, see if we meshed in person as much as we did online. No pressure that way.

I wore tight black jeans and a green sweater. I told him what I was wearing and sat at the bar. I glanced around the bar, sipping my wine, wondering if he would actually approach me. I’m sure he thought if I would actually make the drive.

A man approached the bar next to me. He wore a brown suit jacket over a white shirt with two buttons undone. He looked at me and I looked into his green eyes. I knew it was him before he said a word.

“Abby?” he said to me.

“Hi, Jason,” I said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He ordered an old fashioned and sat on the stool next to mine. “I’m glad you could make it, Abby. I wasn’t sure, you know.”

“I know,” I said. “But I figured I could use a break from work. And I heard a lot of nice things about this hotel.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, with a grin. He took a sip of his drink. “It’s a pretty nice hotel.”

“I’ve only seen the bar,” I said. “But it does look nice.”

He laughed. “The rooms are huge,” he said, taking another sip of his drink. “Have you checked in yet?”

“No, I couldn’t get a room.” That was true. The hotel was booked. There were other hotels and motels in the area, though. I looked into that before starting on this crazy journey. Just in case.

He smiled and said, “Oh, that’s too bad.” He downed the rest of his drink and looked at my almost empty glass of wine. “Would you like another one?”

I nodded and he ordered. “Let’s go get something to eat,” he said, indicating the restaurant on the other side of the lobby. We grabbed our drinks and walked over.

“It’s not too busy,” I said. “That’s good.”

“Yeah, everyone is probably at the company event right now,” Jason said.

“How come you’re not there?” I asked him as he pulled out my chair.

“Uh, I had a more important meeting.” And he sat across from me. And he smiled again. I couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures he sent me. His hairy chest and legs. His shaved pubic area. I was hoping the rest of him would be just as nice. I was not disappointed.

I licked my lips slightly before taking another sip of wine. “What’s on your mind?” he asked me. Should I tell him the truth? That I wanted to run my hands over his chest, his stomach. That I wanted to cuddle with him on his hotel bed. That I wanted to do the things his wife wouldn’t do.

No, there would be time for that later. “I’m just happy to finally meet you in person,” I said, returning his smile.

“Thank you for coming, Abby,” he said. “I am happy to meet you too.”

It was funny how we were so talkative while chatting online and now that we were there together, we didn’t have much to say. For me, it was a combination of nervousness and excitement. I am sure he was feeling the same way.

We made it through dinner with a bunch of small talk and nervous laughter. Of course he paid for it. “I can just expense this,” he said. I wasn’t about to argue with him.

“Do you want to see the view from my room?” Here it was, the moment of truth. Of course I wanted to go up to his room. “It’s up on the top floor,” he added, as if that mattered.

He led me to the elevator, placing his hand on my back. We had the elevator to ourselves. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. He put his arm around me, and I leaned against him.

“Are you okay, Abby,” he said as the elevator stopped. I simply nodded and we walked toward his room. He held the door open for me. “Ladies first,” he said with a chuckle.

He wasn’t wrong. The room was gigantic. And it did have an incredible view! I walked over toward the window to look out at the city skyline. He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned back into him. This was an intimate moment. Perhaps even more intimate than what happened next.

He bent down to kiss me on my head, then on the back of my neck. I felt shivers up and down my body. I turned around to face him. We locked eyes. And then we were kissing.

He was a great kisser. Even better than I imagined he would be, laying in bed at home, fingering myself thinking about this very moment. He started slow and light, and then our tongues danced. And then he was kissing my neck again.

“You smell amazing, Abby,” he said between kisses. “I can’t wait to taste you.” We fumbled our way back toward the bed. He sat on the edge and I sat on his lap, and he fell back with me on top of him. I started kissing his neck then, and I undid a couple more of his shirt buttons.

He grabbed my hips and started rubbing my ass though my jeans. We kissed some more, and I instinctively held my arms up so he could peel my sweater off. He tossed it to the ground. and quickly undid my bra. I tried to undo the rest of his shirt buttons.

“Here, let me help,” he said. I got up and he stood up by the edge of the bed. He undid the rest of them and slipped out of his shirt. I was sitting on the edge, and reached for the button on his dress pants. I undid that one and unzipped, and he pushed his pants to the ground. I pulled down on the waistband of his underwear to free his cock. He stepped out of those as well, and walked even closer.

His cock was bigger than I imagined, even though I had seen it in plenty of pictures. Perhaps since it was right by my face, that made it look bigger. I wrapped my hands around it, and started licking the tip.

He moaned. “Abby that feels so good.” I licked along the underside and then back up toward the tip. I looked up into his eyes and flashed a gigantic grin before taking more of his cock head in my mouth. Flicking around with my tongue.

I felt his hand on the back of my head. Guiding me along. Showing me what he craved. I obliged, taking more and more of him in my mouth.

Then he backed away. “Hold on, Abby. You are wearing too much.” I stood up and he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. He yanked down my panties as well. “Lay down,” he told me.

I did as I was told, and he started licking my inner thighs. Then I felt his tongue circle my clit, and it was my turn to moan. He held my legs aside with his arms, and kissed me all over. It didn’t take him long to make me cum with his tongue and fingers.

I screamed out in pleasure, and he held his tongue inside me as my body shook around him. He started licking up my stomach, and then sucking my nipples. He was on top of me then, still holding my legs aside. He pushed my legs up and held them there.

He was on top of me. Suddenly, I felt his cock begin to enter my pussy. Gently at first. Just like he kissed.

“Oh god yes, give it to me,” I shouted. He took his cue and entered deeper. And faster.

He kissed my neck, my lips, as he fucked me. I could tell he was getting close. His cock throbbed inside me. He started slowing down, thrusting harder and harder on each turn.

He bit on my ear lobe, kissed my neck again. I wrapped my arms around his head. “I want to feel you cum.”

That sent him over the edge. His speed increased, and then I felt his cock spasm and felt the heat of his cum shooting into me. He thrusted a few more times before collapsing on the bed next to me.

Later that night, as he spooned me in his king size bed, his cock twitching for more, I realized that I never told him I went off of my birth control.

NSFW: yes

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