My Second Love *Closed for MTILC and Ferkel*

[mytasteislikecandy]

IC:

My Dearest,
It has been so long since I last heard your sweet voice, felt your warm breath on my neck as I held you close in my strong arms. Let us go away for the weekend and re-acquaint ourselves. We should rent a cabin in the mountains where nobody will be disturbed by our beautiful night noises.
You arrange the accomodation, I will pack the car. Call me with the details. (781) 555-1329

Dearly,

Vince

I sat trembling on the edge my bed, the stationery trembling in my fingers. Vince. My mind went back and conjured up an image of him. Tall, slender, dark skinned--beautiful. How had he found me?

I'd met Vince a few months back-one of those strangers in a strange town kind of things. We'd both been in the city for a mutual business conference and had connected during a boring meeting about property taxes. He'd been a row in front of me during the lecture and I'd watched as he doodled all over the mountain of paperwork we'd been given at the beginning of the weekend. I'd stifled a laugh as he drew pictures of different means of escaping the torturous hell we'd been sent to. Hearing me giggle, he'd glanced over his shoulder and caught my eye. Winking, he nodded toward the door and I'd grinned. Shrugging, I nodded as well, motioning him to go first. A few moments later, he'd suddenly been seized by a loud coughing fit and stood up to excuse himself. I'd watched as his lanky, suit draped form had slyly eased its way down his row and out the side doors. I waited a few minutes, and then began clearing my throat as if his cough was catching. Standing, I'd made my apologies as I crept down the aisle and out the same doors he'd just escaped through.

He was leaning against the wall across from the boardroom and when he saw me, his smile had widened and he crossed the hall to meet me.

"Glad to see I wasn't the only one bored to tears in there. I thought I was going to die if I didn't get out. Thanks for braving the Management and joining me. I don't think I caught your name?" he said, his hands enfolding mine. His voice was deep, a slight hint of an accent I didn't recognize causing it to sound even sexier than normally it would have.

"Sabrina. Sabrina Davis. And you are?" I asked, my hands trembling in his. He was magnetic, this tall, dark, and handsome stranger that had been placed in my path. I wasn't sure what it was exactly, but something in my core had told me to follow this man, and to continue doing it. I wasn't a woman of much risk, always choosing to follow the safe path was my specialty. But this time, the instinct was too strong. I had to know why.

"Vince. Nice to meet you Sabrina. Now, what shall we do with the free time we've happened upon?" His dark brown eyes bore into my hazel ones and I felt my heart beat increase a notch or two. His fingers were toying with the palm of my hand, tracing circles that seemed to be hypnotizing me. Something was happening and I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. All I knew was that this man had captured my attention, and I wasn't about to let him get away.

"Well, Vince. Since it was your idea to sneak away, I'll leave the decision making up to you. I'm just along for the ride." His eyebrow lifted in response to my comment and then he was leading me down the hall of the hotel where the conference was being held. I followed willingly, unable to stop myself.

We'd ended up in the elevator, it stopped between two floors, the emergency alarm sounding as he pounded into me. My legs were wrapped around his waist, panties dangling from one ankle, skirt shoved up over my hips, fingers clenched in his suit jacket as he fucked me hard and rough against the wall. I was crying out his name as his thick ebony shaft plunged into me over and over again. We'd both came simultaneously and just in time too. As he'd slipped out of me, the elevator started it's descent back to the lobby, and when the doors opened, we were fully dressed again, although a little flushed and sweaty. Laughing, he'd hit the button for his floor and we collapsed into each other's arms as the amazed looks of the other visitors disappeared behind the steel doors of the elevator.

We'd spent the rest of the weekend skipping meetings and just staying locked in his room, ordering room service, talking, and, of course, making love. When Sunday had come, we'd made love one last time leisurely, before he walked me to my cab. Holding my hands, he'd looked into my eyes and told me he loved me. Biting my lip, I simply nodded and kissed his cheek before sliding into the backseat of the car. I watched as his form slowly grew smaller as the taxi made it's way down the avenue. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about the man I was leaving behind, and the one waiting at home for me.

Throughout the weekend of sharing, I'd neglected to let Vince in on the secret of the husband I had waiting for me in Boston. I'd taken our weekend for what it was; two lonely people in need of physical comfort. I'd never expected the size of the emotions now growing inside of me. But it was too late. He was gone, and all I had left were the glorious memories. It was time to leave fantasy behind, and step back into my reality. I was a married woman--not the single, baggage free one I'd portrayed to Vince. I had a husband and two beautiful little girls at home waiting on me, and I needed to get back. So, I'd settled back against the seat of the cab and cried silently, my eyes closed as I tried to push him out of my mind. When I'd arrived home, I'd accepted the fact that it was over and I was back where I belonged. For months, I'd done well, and I was finally falling back into my routine which for a while had felt unnatural. And now this.

I glanced down at the letter in my hand, and bit back a sob. It had arrived at my office today, no return address anywhere in sight. I'd opened it curiously and when I'd realized who it was from, I'd almost panicked. Instead of losing control, I slid the card into my briefcase and tried to forget about it. But the rest of the day it was in the back of my mind. I couldn't get his image out of my head. The memories of his beautiful black body pressed against mine were overwhelming and several times I had to retire to the ladies room to relieve the pressure building inside of me. He was back in my life just like that. And I found that I didn't mind. It was like I'd been expecting it.

Now, at home, I sat locked in my bedroom, contemplating what I should do. My husband had taken the girls out for ice cream, and I had a few moments to myself. I lay back on the bed, my arm crossed over my face and thought. I knew what I should do, but what I wanted to do was slowly becoming stronger. Finally, I decided.

Sitting up, I slowly reached for the phone beside my bed, and, after saying a quick prayer for forgiveness, I dialed his number.


OCC:

This thread is closed for myself and Ferkel. Please enjoy.

Sabrina Davis, 32
5'6, 155 lbs, curvaceous body, full breasts, thin waisted, full hipped. Long dark hair, hazel eyes, still very pretty and young looking. Married for 12 years, two twin daughters. Not quite unhappy in her marriage, but definitely bored. After her weekend affair with Vince, she thought things would be fine, and that life wouldn't seem so mundane, but now she's caught up. Caught up between her love for her husband, and the lust she feels stirring for Vince.

Feel free to follow her along the path of deceit and eventually redemption that she travels. Enjoy.

 

[Ferkel]

Opportunity Knocks

“Sabrina, I knew you would call.”: I knew it was her, she was the only one with this number. It had been a simple matter to find her contact information from her conference registration. I could have contacted her earlier but, I have no enthusiasm for long distance relationships. “Vince, is it really you – I missed you”. There was a touch of desperation in her voice. It had been a wonderful few days and they had a special place in my heart. A woman of such giving and abandonment was a rare item and I had a passion for collecting rare items. Her value to me would depend on her capacity to shed her inhibitions, to give of herself until her soul was laid bare, to share the core of her being. He knew her to be a woman of refinement, a woman who had tasted wealth and privilege. She worked for a reputable law firm, dressed well, spoke eloquently on a range of topics – to all appearances a fine and upstanding member of society. But she sucked cock like a whore and swallowed every drop, despite gagging.

“I will pick you up from your office at 6 on Friday. I will have everything that we will need. Make sure that you book us somewhere with a full kitchen. I will prepare for you food that you will never forget.” I left her no room for discussion. She had rung me and that could only mean that she was willing. As willing now as she was during the Seattle conference, maybe more so. “I will drop you back at work Monday morning. Just bring yourself”. With that I hung up. What more need be said? If I had let her talk the moment may have lost some of its impact. I wanted her so steamed by Friday that there would be no holding back.

I imagined her now. Laying back with her fleshy white thighs wide and both hands working on her snatch. Two fingers on one hand dug deep into her wet hole, her clit pinched between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand. I could just about smell Sabrina’s juice from here. In my mind’s eye, I watched as she took the fingers from her pussy and licked and sucked them as if they were a cock, tasting her own sweet juice as she squeezed her clit to orgasm. I looked forward to being able to watch the show up close and personal and then lick Sabrina clean.

I had some shopping to do. This would not just be a weekend of passion. This would be a weekend of exploration of the senses. Fine food demanded careful planning, chocolates and roses for a start. Oh, and, there will be thorns among the roses, sharp thorns.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Sabrina:

Friday came too soon. After the phone conversation with Vince, I'd hurriedly called one of the travel agents in town to book a cabin in the mountains upstate. I made sure not to use our normal agent so that no questions would be aroused. After the reservations were made, I'd pottered around the kitchen cleaning up the dishes and then situated myself on the couch with a cold beer and a Lifetime movie.

When I heard the front door opening and the girl's chattering, I flipped the television off and waited on the couch for them to come to me. After they'd filled me with all the details of their trip, including the funny story about their dad dropping his ice cream on his lap, I convinced them to run upstairs and begin getting ready for bed. They fought, of course, but eventually they did as they were told. My daughters were great girls, and I felt a flush of shame as I thought about what I was going to be doing this upcoming weekend.

When they were gone, I looked up to see my husband standing over me.

"Hey honey," he said, kneeling in front of me, "did you have a nice break from your loud family?"

I forced a laugh, hoping he wouldn't hear the tension in it. "Yeah it was nice. Thanks for it. I needed a minute to unwind. You know how my Monday's are."

"That I do. That's why I brought you this." He pulled a pint of my favorite ice cream from behind his back, and for some reason, tears filled my eyes. How could I be planning to cheat on this man again? He was perfect--well, almost. I didn't know what was happening to me, or why these feelings were taking over me, but they couldn't be stopped. I was on a path that was slowly growing more and more twisted, yet I couldn't seem to step off.

That's how it was the rest of the week. I made it seem as normal as possible, and nobody seemed to notice a thing. I'd explained to James that I had to go out of town again this weekend for another conference, and, although he seemed disappointed, he didn't argue. He knew the demands of my job and he'd always accepted it. Too bad that I'd lied to him. If he only knew what kind of work I'd be doing this weekend.

So, here I was, waiting in the lobby of my office building, my briefcase and a small travel case sitting beside me as I waited for Vince. God, I hoped nobody saw my husband out this weekend. My cover would be blown.

When I saw the dark car pull up in front of the glass I nervously stood up and smoothed my skirt down over my hips. A driver was striding toward me and I met him at the door.

"Miss Davis?" he asked, his eyebrow lifted as he waited for a response.

Not correcting him about my name, I simply nodded. He gathered my suitcase and briefcase and led me to the car. Stowing my luggage in the trunk, I waited for him to open my door.

I didn't realize until I'd slid in that Vince was waiting in the backseat for me. Catching my breath at the sight of him, I turned to face my weakness.

 

[Ferkel]

Let us begin.

Sabrina’s senses were immediately filled with the aroma rising from the interior like a wall. “Sabrina, my dear“, she was nervous and excited, the air in the car was a heady mix of luscious smells; roses, leather a careful blend of perfumes. A smooth selection of Miles Davis rolled out, just loud enough to impinge on the senses. As she sank into the deep seat, the chauffer shut the door and as the gloom suddenly closed in, I moved on her.

I slid my right hand high up under her long thick hair and clenched my fist, allowing me total control over her head. My mouth clamped on hers, savagely, roughly bruising her lips, crushing them against her teeth. My left hand closed gently but firmly around her smooth white throat. I held her like this just long enough to let her know that I had control of the situation; the car pulled away and joined the Friday evening traffic. I carefully positioned myself to ensure the Sabrina could not get her hands to my groin, limiting her to being able to feel my upper torso and head. She began running her hands over my smoothly shaven skull and fumbling with my silk tie. I was fierce in my attention to Sabrina’s face and neck: sucking, kissing, nipping. Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, licking her face, nibbling her ears. All the time positioning her head where and how I wanted it. She was beginning to moan and squirm in her seat. I could hear the frustration in her breath as Sabrina tried, unsuccessfully, to reach my prick. I placed my hand on her chin and opened her mouth. I pulled back and admired the smooth white skin, almost luminescent in the near dark, and those luscious, red lips. I knew that she would barely be able to see me except for my eyes and my smile, I was hoping that her imagination would be working overtime conjuring possibilities for the weekend, building the anticipation further. I leant forward and started to lick the roof of her mouth, feeling the ridges on the palate gently with my tongue. Knowing how much this was tickling her, I tightened my grip on her head. Now she was hot, Sabrina could barely keep her arse on the seat as she bucked and writhed, grinding her thighs together.

Then I got what I was after, the scent of Sabrina’s cunt juice became noticeable over the other perfumes. I kissed her, gently this time. I sat back in my seat and reluctantly let go of my grip on her hair. “Now that is the Sabrina that I remember.”. I breathed deep, leaving Sabrina in no doubt what I remembered so fondly about her. I poured her a chocolate liqueur, rich, dark and highly intoxicating.