"It Just Wasn't Enough" (closed to TimTimTyner)

[CutiePie1997]

FYI:
We decided to write something else,
so this thread is no longer being written.




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I awoke to the wonderful feel of my lover against me. Spooning me. One arm supported my neck. The other wrapped about my torso, the hand resting within my own hand and pressed between my full breasts. His belly against my back, his finally flaccid penis draping down against my buttock cheek, his legs pressed into my own, his hairy thighs to perfectly smooth ones. I smiled even before my eyes opened. How long had it been since I woke up with a man cuddling me such? Ten years? Fifteen? How long had I been married? Eighteen years. And my husband hadn't held me this way in the morning since before the end of that first year of matrimony.

Playfully, I began shifting my buttocks against his penis. I felt him move, pulling me tighter against him. I heard him murmur, then whisper, "If you continue that, I'm gonna get hard."

I continued.

He did, adding in continued whisper, "And I'll have to do something about it."

I slipped a hand behind me, grasped his shaft, and squeezed it tightly in invitation.



Twenty minutes later, we were again glistening with the sweat of passion as we each lay there, uncovered, staring at the hotel ceiling, chests rising and falling in the aftermath of ecstasy. After a moment, he slipped off the bed, went to the bathroom, peed, flushed, washed, and returned to stand over me close enough that I was able to reach out and toy with his still semi-hardened marvel. He asked between light moans, "When can I see you again?"

"My husband's campaign tour conflicts with my charity gala," I began, slowly moving up and over until I was sitting on the bed before his growing penis. It amazed me that no matter how often we did it or how close together our fuck-fests were, I could always get him hard enough for another go around. "I can't go with him, obviously. He'll be gone for eight days starting Tuesday."

We smiled together, pleased, before I leaned forward and took his now nearly solidified nine inches of thickness most of the way into my mouth. He knew that while I liked to do this to him, I wasn't very good at it. So once I had him hard as a rock again, he turned me around atop the bed until I was on my hands and knees and drove me to another orgasm that had me collapsing on the bed, spent. He wrapped the blankets over me, slid a pillow under my neck, and kissed me as my husband never had before.

"I have to go," he whispered, knowing that we couldn't be seen leaving together. I drifted off as he showered and dressed before returning to me, kissing me again, and confirming our method of inconspicuous contact. About our next rendezvous, he whispered, "I can't wait."



I awoke three hours later, showered, dressed, headed through the connecting door to my own room, and exited from there. In the lobby, I was greeted by the Chair of the Charity Gala at which I'd spoken on behalf of my husband the night before and, thusly, stayed overnight in the Hotel hosting the gala. I greeted a few others, politely explained to the additional hangers-on who wanted to speak to me that I just had to get going, and headed for the hotel's exit, where one final person greeted me as he opened the door for me.

"Did you enjoy Eric?" he asked in a soft voice.

I froze in place, looking at him with wide eyes as my stomach turned in panic. I asked, "Excuse me?"

Victoria "Vicki" Thomas

(Again, thanks for doing the pic. I'm probably the only girl my age who doesn't have an online photo sharing account.)
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[TimTimTyner]

Carlton "Carl" Harris:

"I asked if you enjoyed Eric," I repeated quietly. When I knew I had her full attention, I continued, "He's a good looking man. Face of a Hollywood leading man ... body of a Greek God." I leaned in a bit closer. "At the gym the other day ... after he'd finished his workout ... then met you in one of the Family Changing Rooms for a quick but -- by the sounds I heard from the hallway -- apparently satisfying rendezvous ... I caught a view of him in the locker room. Quite a bod'. Big dick."

I could see the effect my description was having on her. I went silent to see and/or hear her reaction. When she was done, I said, "Caroline's, tomorrow ... 10am ... we'll, um ... talk."

I backed up, smiled politely, then turned and left.

 

[CutiePie1997]

The man standing in the doorway with me repeated, "I asked if you enjoyed Eric."

My heart was suddenly pounding as quickly and fiercely as it had during any of my many orgasms during the past eight hours. Who was this man? How had he discovered my affair? And most importantly, what was he planning on doing with that information? He continued to ramble on about Eric, though I barely heard a word of it. Yet, deep in my brain I was able to piece together what he was saying, and when he got to the part about Eric's phenomenal penis, I murmured almost in whisper, "What do you want?"

He responded, "Caroline's, tomorrow ... 10am ... we'll, um ... talk."

And just like that, he was gone.

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

I wasn't entirely sure how long I'd stood there in the door, lost in panic. When I looked to the new voice, I found that my driver had crossed from the car to the hotel entrance to meet me. Again, my brain pieced together the words, and as I smiled I said, "Yes, of course. Just. Just forgot to make a call. I'll do it in the car."



The next day at precisely 10am I was walking onto the patio outside Caroline's. Despite the Five Star prices charged for Three Star food, most of the tables were occupied. I recognized many of the faces: people from politics, entertainment, high finance. And many of those faces I didn't recognize recognized me instead. I could again feel my heart pounding with panic. I was coming here to meet who I presumed was an extortionist, and nearly everyone here took at least a few seconds to look my way, often greeting me, even (in the case of men) standing to shake my hand or (in the case of women and even some of the men) politely hugging me.

I searched and eventually found the man sitting in a table very near the 18 story drop off to the city streets below. I finished my pleasantries and walked his way...

 

[TimTimTyner]

(OOC: I added a pic link to my first post.)

Carl stood and offered a smile as Vicki approached. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought they were just to old friends or two current business associates sitting down to a nice lunch. He gestured her to a chair to his left, and after she was sat gestured over the waiter.

"You can bring us our order now," he told the young man, having already ordered for both of them. After the waiter was gone, Carl looked to Vicki and let her know he knew more about her than she could imagine by telling her, "Chef's salad, no radishes, both Ranch and Italian on the side ... and milk, cold, with one ice cube. Yes?"

Carl gave his guest a moment to react, then explained with a sincere tone, "I want you to know, Vicki-- Do you mind if I call you Vicki? Or do you prefer Victoria...?" He waited for her response, then continued, "I want you to know that your ... association with Eric ... that it will remain between the two of us. I have no desire to expose your--" He glanced about before adding with a lower volume, "...your infidelity. I do not wish to cause you and the Senator ... you and your husband any trouble."

The waiter appeared with a big tray on a stand. He transferred the plates, bowls, and glasses, asked if there was anything more that he could do, then made his way back toward the kitchen again.

"And I'm not looking for money," Carl went on. "You don't need to fear my surfacing again and again occasionally, asking for even larger amounts of cash."

A passing pair of diners who stopped to exchange greetings with Vicki interrupted them again. Once alone again, Carl added, "I will, however, be asking you for a favor from time to time." And then with a wide, polite smile, he finished, "If you don't mind."