but i love my wife (closed)

[darkpsy1986]

Name: Scott miles
Age: 36
Occupation: vp of miltech, a maker of military software drones.

Scott set at the bar of his hotel. He rubbed His wedding ring thinking about his wife and how he hated these confrences that pulled him away from her. Sure being in Manhattan was awesome but he wished he could spend it with her taking in a show instead.

 

[Alice2015]

Clara Starr
26 years old
5'10", 132#
36D-24-35 inches
(Profession undeclared.)


(OOC: Concerning the picture below, you have to imagine that she's actually wearing the dress in her hands. )


Clara stopped short, standing for a long moment in the dark entrance of the hotel lounge, studying those within. It was a Tuesday night, which meant soft jazz from the hidden ceiling speakers rather than Thursday night karaoke or weekend night Classic Rock from the house band.

Scanning the patrons, Clara knew that most of them -- all men this night -- were likely traveling on business. Some would be from the other Burroughs. Some would be from other parts of the State, Country, or even World. There wouldn't be any locals. Most would not rent a room but would come into the city, do their business, and return home. Rooms here were too expensive for a rendezvous between cheating lovers. And there was far better food on any of the surrounding blocks than what was offered in the adjoining kitchen for someone to be sitting in the lounge, awaiting their order.

This lack of locals made picking a target easier for Clara. She needed a man who was from out of town but not too much so. She knew that she could make almost any man here invite her to his room upstairs. And she knew that she could make almost any man want to come back to the hotel -- to her -- again in the near future, even when he had no actual business in the city. But the crucial difference between want to return and actually return was sometimes a matter of traveling distance.

Clara entered with a slow pace, a graceful sway in her hips. Her four inch black heels emphasized her long legs and shapely behind. As she passed the tables and booths, heading for a seat at the long bar's far end, each man who hadn't already eyed her coming toward him turned to watch as she headed away. Rising to sit on a stool, Clara crossed on long sexy leg over the other. Her short skirt revealed a great deal of skin, giving hints at the firm ass it barely hid. Out of the corner of her eye, Clara could still detect a dozen or more faces turned her way as the bartender approached.

"Hunting?" he whispered. He set before her the drink he'd begun making after catching sight of her familiar silhouette in the entry. When she gave him an acknowledging smile, he began giving her the known details about some of the men in the bar, most of whom were still ogling her. She listened closely, her lack of expression or response telling him no to each, one after another.

"Corner booth," he whispered, glancing for a very brief moment toward the well dressed man for whom he had been charging drinks and Hors d'oeuvres to his room. "I checked with registration ... and I've chatted him up a bit ... not too much. Married. No limit on the card. Lives a couple of hours away. Professional. Did a quick internet search. Some sort of exec' with MilTech. They have military contracts. Secret stuff, but the web says drones, if I read it right."

Clara's lips spread in a delighted smile as she returned her drink to the napkin. He was exactly what she needed. A man with responsibilities, to family, to his employers. Maybe even to the country if this military connection was correct. A man who likely wanted more than he had and would take chances to get it while also praying that those chances didn't come back to bite him. Unfortunately for him, Clara did bite, literally and figuratively.

"Freshen us?" she asked as she stood, eying her still nearly full glass.

As the bartender turned away to make her a second drink and make one for her target as well, she spent a moment toying with the contents of her little purse. She wasn't actually looking for anything. She was just giving the man behind her a view of her well rounded ass should he want to take the opportunity to ogle. When the bartender turned back her way with the drinks, she turned and approached the businessman's booth.

"May I?" she asked, looking to the seat across from him for just a moment before sitting down, not waiting for his invite. Sitting just barely inside the booth, Clara crossed her legs again, the upper one extending out noticeably into the walkway. She eyed him as the bartender set the fresh drinks before them, taking the depleted containers away with him. She ogled the man before her for a moment, then asked with a suggestive tone, "Are you in the mood for some company?"

(OOC: this post was long, but most will only be a couple of lines or couple of short paragraphs. Feel free to write short, is what I'm saying. )

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott caught a glance of the woman as she shuffled through her bag. From behind she reminded him of his wife Sara. He turned his attention to the tv as the stock came on. It took him a minute before he realized she was sitting with him. As she set he smelled her perfume, it smelled sweet and expensive." Who am I to turn down such pretty company."

 

[Alice2015]

Clara's smiled at the man's compliment. "Thank you."

She lifted her drink toward her mouth, licking her lips casually in a way that made most men melt. She sipped at the alcohol, never once removing her gaze from the man's eyes. As she lowered the glass to the table, she said softly, "I should probably introduce myself before I ask you to take me upstairs to your room."

Her lips widened just a bit before she finished, "I'm Clara."

 

[darkpsy1986]

"I'm Scott." he replies. No more than a few seconds go by before the buzz of his phone interrupts him. "Excuse me." he exclaims as he reaches his phone. Sara texted him goodnight and he replies in kind. "So what brings you here Clara?" he asks as he returns to her

 

[Alice2015]

"I'm Scott."

Clara studied the man for a reaction to her blunt declaration that she wanted to go to his room. He either hadn't understood her -- which she doubted -- or he was simply good at hiding his reaction to such forwardness. When his phone buzzed and he began tapping at it, she wondered whether it was his wife -- he was wearing a wedding band, after all -- or some associate from the business that had brought him to the city.

"So what brings you here Clara?"

"Sex," she said without hesitation. She cocked her head just a bit, her smirk now gone as she tried to assure Scott that she was serious. "I hope that you don't mind my directness, Scott, but ... I know what I want ... and I don't see any reason to dance around the issue."

 

[darkpsy1986]

"Sex"

Scott tried to hide his chuckling as the word came out of Carla mouth. Its been a while since a girl even hit on him. Usually his ring scares girls away but she seemed unphased. Leading him to believe this was the work of his associates, so he humors the idea. "So how would you like to proceed?"

 

[Alice2015]

Clara's lips did spread a bit in delight at Scott's last question. She gently pushed her drink a few inches away from her -- she didn't require liquid courage to do as she was, of course -- and answered simply, "Take me to your room."

She didn't stand, though. Clara was pretty good at reading people. It was what made her so successful at what she did. But she wasn't infallible as a temptress, and there had been a few occasions when she stood to go and the man either chickened out or laughed, never having intended on breaking his vows to his wife or slip off with a stranger for an impromptu romp in the sack.

Instead, she simply uncrossed that one long leg from atop the other and offered out her hand for Scott to take after he rose first. She needed him to make the next move.

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott saw the determination in her eyes. She wasn't playing a part, she really wanted him. Pretty soon the excitement along with his alcohol consumption began to fog his mind a little. He got out of his seat after finishing his glass and extended his left hand. "This way." he said in a soft tone. His heart was starting to pound as she took it and began to walk with him to the elevator, draping herself on his arm. As they walked to the hallway to the elevators her perfume continue to tease him as he glanced every so often at her in her tight black dress. As they reached the elevator he pushed the up button and they waited. His hand unintentionally began to slide down her back and found its way on her tight ass.

 

[Alice2015]

Clara half glanced Scott's direction as he began to caress his hand down to the upper curve of her firm buttocks. She whispered, "Don't be shy."

Before the door opened, he was already groping her ass. And as the doors, she reached up to clutch his tie and shirt in tightening fingers, turning him and pushing him all the way to the far wall. Clara's well curved body was pressed against his muscular one as she pressed her mouth against his what she hoped would become a wet passionate kiss.

While it may have seemed an oversight, Clara was well aware of the fact that with neither of them having pressed a floor button, the elevator doors behind her were still standing wide open...

 

[darkpsy1986]

Carla kiss was more intoxicating then the drinks. His grip tightened on her butt while his other hand found its way to her head. The moment was interrupted by the elevator bell. Scott broke away to hit the 20th floor button. As the door closed he turned back to Clara. "Where were we." he says As he gently pins her against the wall and continued there intimate kiss.

 

[Alice2015]

For twenty floors, the embrace only heated further, and by the time the bell rang for the correct level, Clara had shoved her hand down the front of Scott's pants and was searching for his presumably hard cock.

She found it ... it was ... and as she pulled her face back to look into his eyes, she began kneading it roughly, demanding, "Get me to your room ... and get thing thing inside me!"

 

[darkpsy1986]

The hallway spun in his head as the two staggered off the elevator. Her hand felt like silk along his shaft. He put his arm around her as they walked the distance to his room, her hand coaxing him to speed up.

At the door her teasing caused him to fumble with the key to his room. The lack of blood made his mind float with ecstasy. After a few minutes he finally unlocked his room and stumbled into the dark room.

 

[Alice2015]

While Clara's right hand had continued clutching at and stroking Scott's shaft, her left one was preparing him for a quick escape from his clothes. By the time Scott had the door open, his belt was unbuckled and his slacks unzipped. Hurrying him into the room, she flicked the snap on the slacks, causing them to begin falling from his hips as she gave him a shove backwards toward the bed.

"Get out of those," she commanded has she pulled her dress upwards to reveal the tiny triangular patch of cloth hiding her womanhood. She pulled the thong downward, giving him just a brief glimpse at her shaved flesh before the dress covered her again. She moved to the bed, again commanding, "Get your pants off. I want you ... now."

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott was under a spell as he fell to the bed. Her forceful demeaner excited him even more. He first took his jacket off leaving his shirt and tie. Then he shimmy off his pants leaving his black boxers. "Pants are off. The boxers are your problem." he teases as he leaned back. His cock erect for her to see behind the fabric.

 

[Alice2015]

Clara wasted no time, knee crawling her way up over Scott's legs until she was able to reach inside the fly of his boxers for his cock. He was a bit bigger and a lot stiffer than would allow her to work him out through the opening, so she took boths sides of the fly in her fingers and ripped the underwear open. She ignored his reaction and moved into place over his waiting cock. Taking the stiff rod into both hands, she hurried to put him at her opening. She was wet, but not that wet. She worked his dick head at her pussy, grimacing at the pain of trying to force him in with no foreplay.

She instead worked the big bulb to and fro against her lips, coated it with her slowly leaking juices, stroking the sticky down his length, repeating, until finally he was wet and she was ready. She again put him at her hole and lowered her weight ... grimacing still ...as Scott's thickness broke through and began to get swallowed within her...

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott cock felt the heat of her dripping pussy tease his cock as she worked herself on him. He felt drugged as the sensation was overwelming him. He grunted and groaned as he pulled her closer to him. He kissed her neckline before burying his face into her chest.

 

[Alice2015]

As Clara felt Scott's cock slowly forcing itself deeper and painfully into her -- by her own design, of course -- she leaned forward over the man's body. She grasped the bed's headboard with one hand, steadying herself, as the other continued to grasp the base of Scott's cock as if fearing one or the other of them might want to finish this insertion too early. Her vaginal muscles were doing their best to stretch at the intrusion but slowly. She hesitated her descent onto him, lifting a bit, then lowering, then repeating. She could feel her pussy opening to him, and she dropped more, removing her hand and pressing it against his chest.

Scott was kissing her neckline, her collar bone, her breasts. She twisted her upper body slightly, putting a pert, sensitive nipple at his mouth as she leaned further to press it to his lips. Clara's tits were nearly as sensitive to being pleasured as her clit, and with lovers she truly trusted and knew, having her nipples suckled could nearly drive her to orgasm.

She was finally fully down upon Scott, feeling his longer than average, thicker than average cock fill her up. Her groans of pain had at some point mutated into moans of pleasure, and now -- looking intently down into his face -- she began rocking her hips to and fro. The look in her eyes and the sounds escaping her mouth left no doubt that she was no longer feeling any pain from his intrusion.

With both hands now grasping the head board, Clara's body rocked to and fro quickly, driving him deeper, harder. Her clit rubbed against his thick curls and the flesh below it. And even though what she was doing wasn't about her own pleasure, there was little doubt that Clara was going to cum soon enough, too.

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott felt his knees shake as Carla sraddled his body and ride him. His vision of her was hazy and in slow motion. He summoned as much strength as he could to overtake her and pin her to the bed and instinctively began humping her. He leaned in for another deep kiss, swapping hot air as they did. "You are amazing." he pants as he continues to thrust as deep as he could inside her.

 

[Alice2015]

"You are amazing," Scott complimented between kisses.

"You feel so good," Carla answered back quickly, still rocking atop him with increasing speed and energy.

Typically when she said this to a target, she was only trying to bolster his ego. But Scott actually did feel good within her. His size and his own energy as he tried to match her action atop him was causing great pleasure within her, and Clara already had little doubt that the man was going to make her orgasm. She lifted her upper torso from him, tightened her grip on the top edge of the head board, and -- as she stared down into his face with intense eyes -- rode him harder and faster and...

"Oh fuck..." she murmured...

Her eyes closed, and her head lifted as she realized that she was already to the point of no return.

Don't do this! a voice in the back of her manipulative mind commanded. This is about making HIM cum ... about making HIM happy ... about making HIM want more. Slow down!

But she couldn't!

It had been too long since Clara had enjoyed euphoria at the feel of a man within her, and despite the reason for luring Scott into this infidelity, she was going to have her cake and eat it, too. She looked down into his face with wide eyes as her mouth open and she repeated more forcefully, "Oh fuck!"

If it had been one of those cheap motels with the free standing head board, there would have been serious banging against the wall by now. Clara was rocking to and fro hard and fast, working with Scott to force nearly his entire length in and out of her wet hole. Instead of the bang, bang, bang there was just the squeal, squeal, squeal of the metal frame as they stressed it.

Then...

... there was the scream of ecstasy as Clara's orgasm arrived. She looked up to the heavens as the explosion erupted, arching her back and pressing her clit hard into Scott's body as she continued to ride him in an attempt to extend the climax. Too quickly, though, she was over the peak and she knew it was time to simply enjoy what had come to her.

She collapsed down into Scott's body, exhausted and overwhelmed with the pleasure enveloping her entire being. Her heart pounded wildly and every cell within her seemed to be quivering. Clara could remember her first orgasms, late in her teens with her third lover. They had been relatively mild affairs but satisfying. As she'd moved into her 20s, her climaxes changed in nature, remaining seemingly mild to her lovers but lasting longer within her. A boy friend had taken to videotaping them fucking. Afterward as they watched the tape -- before destroying them at Clara's own demand -- it became clear to her that her orgasms were getting longer even if it didn't appear so to her lover.

But of late, perhaps the last couple of years, her climaxes when she was lucky enough to have them at all were intense but had lost that length that used to make her want to fuck in the first place. She attributed that change to the fact that she no longer made love for love's sake. No, now she fucked for financial's sake.

She wasn't thinking about all of that, though, as she lay like a sack of potatoes atop Scott, spent, her heart pounding in her ears as the afterglow ever so slowly waned. She knew she had to start again, to make her target cum, to make him want to cum with her again and again and again in the days, weeks, months, maybe even years to come. But ... that could wait a moment. Just ... another moment ... or two.

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott felt her melt as she screamed in pleasure on top of him. Her quivering body made him cum. Watching her panting on top of him just made him want more. But his guilt was starting to get to him. (she looks like Sara but it's not her) he thought to himself, but still couldn't help himself to kissing her passionately ageing as they tried to catch their breath.

 

[Alice2015]

Clara had been so lost in her own explosion that she hadn't felt Scott cum. And she needed him to cum. It was a couple of minutes during which he kissed and caressed her before Clara was ready to begin again. Still laying flat upon him, her still slightly heaving breasts against his muscular chest, she began gyrating her groin against his, taking his only slightly softened cock in and out of her until she felt it quickly stiffen once more.

She pushed up from him, ready to ride him to his first climax, then thought better of it. She'd already let her own pleasure get in the way of doing what she'd intended. She lifted from Scott, causing his cock to plop out with a wet suctioning sound. She moved down his body, slipping off to his right and kneeling over his groin. She took his cock into her left hand, stroking its full, sticky-wet length; then took his balls into her right hand to knead them gently, ensuring she didn't hurt them.

Leaning further, she took Scott's cock into her mouth and immediately sunk her face down slowly, pausing once, then twice, before --with only one short gag --his entire length was deep into her throat.

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott mind went numb as her lips wrapped around his cock. His hand gripped her head as she tried to fit all of it in her mouth. He never knew this feeling of bliss before. "God Sara this is amazing." slipped out of his mouth as she continued. (Did i just call her Sara. She is not Sara.... Is she.) He questioned as his head swam. He was lost in his desire as his pleasure took ever.

 

[Alice2015]

God Sara this is amazing... Sara...? He DID say SARA, didn't he?

Clara didn't hesitate in her up down motions, but she did peak out of the corner of her eyes at Scott at the mentioning of the name that had to be his wife. She wanted Scott to know she'd heard the faux pas and that she didn't care. She knew he was married, he knew he was married, and he knew that she knew he was married, too. There were no secrets between them about that issue, which was probably the way it should have been if he was going to enjoy getting his cocked sucked without guilt.

Still, just to ensure that she had no qualms about his marital status -- and to ensure that Scott understood she was doing this in spite of it -- she lifted her mouth from his cock as her hand returned to stroking him solidly and asked with a smirk, "Does your wife deep throat you, Scott...? Or is this new?"

Clara didn't wait for an answer but instead returned her mouth to his shaft and began taking his full length in and out again and again, gagging only a bit occasionally but, for the most part, giving him something about which most men fantasized and yet went without for their entire life. She mistakenly thought that Scott was still due for his first orgasm, despite the taste of cum that leaked into her mouth as her tight gripping hand stroked in concert with her mouth. So, when he finally did erupt, Clara was thankful. Her mouth, jaw, and neck -- even her back from leaning over Scott's groin -- were beginning to stiffen, and she'd feared that, for the first time in her life, she was going to have to surrender to her lover's stamina.

But then the signs of impending explosion arrived, thank God. Clara lifted her head until there was just a small gap between her open mouth and Scott's bulbous dick head as she stroked him quickly and firmly. The first shot of cum hit her in the top of her mouth, causing her to make a little sound of surprise. He fired again and again, his discharge ending up on her tongue, her lips, her fingers and thumb, even on his own groin as she didn't do as good a job at catching it all as she'd wanted. She continued to stroke him, trying to extend the orgasm, feeling his shaft twitch in one hand as his balls did the same in the other as it continued fondling them.

Clara had wanted Scott to see himself spurting his load all over this erotic stranger's face and hands, but now it was time for some clean up. She knew he would be sensitive -- ticklish even -- so she was careful with her mouth and fingers as she collected ever last drop, from herself and him, and put it into her mouth. She'd never cared for the taste of cum -- most women truly didn't -- but she knew how a man was affected as he watched a woman eagerly licking up and swallowing his product.

 

[darkpsy1986]

Scott watched as she took his seed. He saw her eyes light up as he climaxed. It reminded him of a time before his marrage, when sex was fun and heavy. He was reminded of all the late night sex in his car. All the risque playing and fun was gone from his life. Maybe that's why see took Carla up on this night of adultry.

He began to get a second wind as he finally climaxed. He wanted to go again but different. He saw the balcony door leading to a view of the city. Since it was the twentieth floor who would see them. He notings to her pointing at it. "Over there."