The Night Moves

It happened so suddenly. At least that’s how it felt. My heart was racing as Jordan slid his hands up my sides and lingered on my breasts. What would my husband think of this man touching me like this? What did I think about some woman touching Kevin? Touching his dick, putting her mouth on it, and eventually draining him dry?

It felt like cheating, but since we mutually agreed to see other people it wasn’t really, was it? Jordan pinched my nipple bringing me back to the present and sending electric shocks up and down my spine. I could feel my center getting warm and wet in anticipation. Would I? Could I let this man I barely know violate me?

His lips brushed against mine. I want to devour him, but strange as it seems, I pull away. No kissing on the lips. That was my rule. Anything else was fair game.

He looks at me, a smoldering smile playing on his lips. I step back and give him a little shake of my head. While I do, I take in his body. He’s trim, tanned, and standing in boxer briefs. My eyes land on his bulge as it pulses and continues to grow. A slight wave of ick tries to take hold, but it's not very strong. It’s been over a year since Kevin acted interested in me. And it's been longer since I’ve been laid. I need to feel wanted again, and Jordan if filling that need perfectly.

I’m dressed similarly. We had slowly stripped our clothes off except for the last vestige of modesty. Thin cotton and even thinner silk blend fabric keeping us from falling into carnal desire. I want him in me right now, but I find that I’m enjoying the game. I haven’t felt this sensuous in a very long time.

I don’t know how it happened. Careers, family, kids, and now we are taking care of his mom because she can’t live on her own. With increased responsibility and exhaustion, the first thing to get neglected is sex. I tried to add some spice to the bedroom with toys, wigs, and roleplay, but he always had some excuse. I thought he was cheating on me, but I never found any evidence. Then when I came straight out and told him I needed to be fulfilled, he mentioned seeing other people.

Jordan snaps me out of my reverie by wrapping his hands across my back and pulling me back to him. His hot breath flowed over my left breast. Then his tongue flicked out and all thoughts of my husband faded away. I reached a hand out and grabbed his firm ass and squeezed. My nails dug in. Suddenly I wanted to leave marks as his teeth raked across my erect nipple.

His thumbs hooked into my panties and tugged down, but I grabbed his hands. Not yet I signaled. He relented, for now, but he wasn’t done. His thumb slid along the front and started circling my clit through the thin fabric. I inhaled and moaned slightly. Yes I want him to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Not right now though, I’m enjoying the touching, the teasing. Also, I need a little more time to fully cave to this strange man.

After a short time of getting my clit hard and sending the tingles through my whole body I push him back hard. He falls onto the bed and positions himself on his elbows. I drop to my knees and remove his shorts. His dick waves at me and I devour it. I take deep pleasure in his groans, licking, caressing, and slobbering all over it. The more I caress it with my mouth and tongue, the less I worry about what Kevin is doing and what he thinks. I’m all about Jordan right now.

When his cock is as hard as it’s going to get, I stand up, pulling my panties off as I climb on top of him. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he searches for my hole, but I want him to want me more. I pull up, just out of reach and give him a playful grin. He uses his other hand to push me down, but instead of sinking onto him, I crawl higher on the bed. I want to see if he'll eat me first. After he does, then I’ll give him what he wants.

He doesn’t protest. Instead he grabs my ass by both cheeks and pulls my pussy to his mouth and dives in. “Oh, fuck, Jordan.” I cry out, surprising myself. I’ve never called out a man’s name before. I cover my mouth, but what he does with his tongue has me grinding on him, straining to get deeper. I can feel the orgasm rearing its head. My breathing increases as I sink my fingers into his hair and let go. My walls tighten and the hot rush of cum flows through me. I expect him to quit but he keeps going. Now the gates have opened, the orgasms are ready to flow.

I can’t take it anymore. I let go of another one, and as my cunt pulses I climb off him and stretch out on hands and knees on the big bed. “Get in me, now!” I growl.

“About fucking time,” he says. In an instant he slams his cock into me and holds it there.

All I can do is gape with my mouth wide open. “It really has been way too fucking long,” my voice is a growling whisper.

He pulls completely out and enters me again. Correction. He rams into me again. I almost cum, but he changes his movements and grinds on me as if he is trying to feel every inch of my insides. When I orgasm again, it's even harder and I can't breathe.

When my breath finally returns I say, “Wreck it, Jordan.” He does exactly as commanded. My teeth rattle in my head as he pumps me. I orgasm another three times before he blows his load in me. I originally wanted him to pull out, but once he started, I wanted to feel him drain into my pussy.

When he finally cums he digs into me so hard I think he’s trying to climb inside, but then he slumps on top of me. His full weight pushes me into the bed, making it hard to breathe. He lays there for a second before he rolls over. I can’t move. I’ve been sufficiently wrecked.

I could have easily fallen asleep right there. If I did though, when I woke again, assuming he was still here, I would have climbed on top of Jordan and had my way with him a few more times. But that wasn’t the deal. No staying the night, no random texts, and we end it before any feelings develop. Keep it clean, keep it professional and nothing else. Kevin and I both agreed to all of that.

Slowly, I climb out of the bed and slip into the shower. I clean Jordan off me, but I can still feel his hungry hand, lips, and tongue all over me. When I exit the shower, the smell of sex hits me. I'm hungry again, but Jordan's fast asleep and I need to get home.

I slip out the hotel door, casting a look over my shoulder before I return to my other life. In my head I’m already planning another visit, but I also wonder if Kevin's "date" fucked him like Jordan did me. Honestly, I hope she did.

As I drive, my mind wanders everywhere. Would Kevin want to know what we did? I don't want to know about Kevin's night, but at the same time, I kind of do. Will he ask me if it was good? If so, what would I tell him? That it was possibly the best fuck of my life? No, I couldn’t tell him that. Maybe we should have another rule. Don’t ask, don't tell.

My key slides into the lock and I can’t help but think of how easily Jordan slid into me. That warm sensation flows all over me, and I realize I can’t wait to have him do me like that again. I have to take a deep breath before entering. I open the door, put my stuff down and walk to the kitchen. I’m suddenly parched and need a glass of wine. Maybe two.

Kevin’s here. I stop, blinking at him, afraid to say anything, afraid to not say anything. “Hi,” I settle on simple, but it feels forced. Will he notice? Why am I worrying about it? He did the same thing.

He grunts. I immediately know something’s wrong.

“You don’t have to share any details, but are you okay?”

He uttered three words that sank my heart. “She didn’t show.”

I stand there with a glass in one hand and the bottle of wine perched above. A single drop falls into the glass. “Maybe something came up?”

“She’s not answering my calls or texts. I think she’s ghosting me.”

Oh God, I think. I did just cheat on my husband. And it felt fucking amazing! But now, looking at his dejected form I can’t help but feel bad. Both because of how good I feel, and how bad Kevin must be feeling right now. “I’m sure there’s a valid reason. Maybe an emergency came up.”

Kevin shook his head. “No. She’s been active on the socials. She just quit answering me.”

I set the wine and glass down and put my arm on his shoulder. I’ve done this a million times, but this time it feels like I’m touching the wrong man. “I’m sorry, babe.” I hear myself saying. “Just find someone else. I can help if you want.”

He reaches a hand out and caresses my ass. Normally this would get me excited, but right now I feel nothing. “Maybe this was all a bad idea,” he says. “Should have listened to you and focused on my wife.”

I stand there. Not sure what to say. We, well, I’ve crossed a line that can’t be uncrossed thanks to him. It was all his idea. I tried to talk him out of it, but he seemed so sure, he was so convincing that this was the best thing for our struggling marriage. Reluctantly, I had finally agreed to it. I honestly don't know how or why. I just wanted to feel something. So, we planned everything out, laid out the rules, everything, and tonight we were supposed to go out, have our fling with new people and then come back home and resume our normal lives. A "trial" so to speak. Now he’s saying he should have focused on me. I am angry at him. I don’t want him touching me right now but he’s pulling me closer, until I’m sitting on his lap.

He hasn’t given me this much attention in over a year. I should be excited, happy, but after what I just did… I can’t. What changed all of a sudden? Is he jealous? Is he afraid I’m going to leave him now? “What are you doing?” I ask. I realize it comes out colder than I plan, but he’s not phased.

“You look beautiful tonight. Can I not enjoy my wife?”

I know I’m not beautiful. I’m a mess. I washed all my makeup off. I didn’t even brush my hair, I just ran my fingers through it to get most of the biggest tangles out and then tied it up. I don’t even have my panties on because they were covered in my pussy residue. I was not about to put those back on. Thinking about that in my perturbed state of mind, I immediately think about Jordan.

Kevin is saying something. I don’t know what. I’m trying to erase the moments from before and I simply nod my head. Kevin stands up, grips my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He has a strange look in his eyes.

He’s just ready for bed, I tell myself. Truthfully, so am I. A glass of wine would have topped off a wonderful night, but oh well. I’m here. Then Kevin’s hands are on my blouse, unbuttoning it. I grab his hands and look at him, a shocked look plain across my face. “Why are you doing that?”

He cocks his head at me. “You said you’d make love to me. Are you changing your mind already?”

I feel blindsided. When did I agree to anything? Especially this. Yes, I’ve wanted my husband to fuck me for the past year but it was always excuse after excuse, and now, after all this, he wants me because his side piece didn’t work out. That’s the only reason he’s touching me. Then I remember nodding my head at him. Fuck… I say in my head. If I say no now, it’s going to be a fight. I can see it in his face. He’s been humiliated, and of course he’s looking to me to build up his ego again. Then another cold thought enters my head. If I deny him now, he may forbid me from ever seeing Jordan again. Well, it was his idea after all. But that won’t matter. Sighing, I give him a little forced smile. “You’re right. I did. It was just a kind of a shock because you haven’t wanted to touch me in a long time. I just hope it’s not a pity fuck you’re looking for.”

Kevin scoffed.

Clearly it was.

“Why would you think something like that?” He was starting to get defensive.

“I’m sorry. That was out of line. I just don’t understand this sudden attention.” I’m not. It wasn’t. And I completely do.

“Maybe I’ve realized what an amazing wife I have. Hopefully not too late, and I want to show her how much I love her.”

Oh that’s rich. You’re going to show me your love by having me alleviate your blue balls. “Thank you. I love you.” And I let him start to undress me. At the same time, I realize that I’m not sure if I do love him anymore. I mean I do love him, just maybe not the same romantic way as I used to. As his hot hands rush over my body and jerkily pull my clothes off, I realize I’m in trouble. I’ve finally gotten my wish to have my husband want to rip my clothes off and fuck me silly, but all I can think about right now is how well Jordan did just that.

I’m naked and completely detached as Kevin strips his clothes off and leads me to the bed. I lay on my back. He kisses my breasts and fumbles his fingers around in my pussy, but I don’t feel anything. Then he spits in his hand, strokes his cock and slides it into me. I feel him enter, but my body doesn’t react. At least it’s going to be quick I think.

“You like that big fucking dick? Do you?” He says as he pumps me, and repeats it.

“Oh yes baby,” I say as breathy as I can muster. “Wreck… Fuck me so hard.” I almost told him to wreck my pussy, but I knew if I had said that, I’d have to push him off me. It was taking all my will to let him enter me and continue fucking me.

When he came, I faked an orgasm. It was just simpler.

He rolled off me, panting hard. Suddenly I wanted a shower again, and I wanted to smell Jordan, not Kevin. Soon he was snoring. I got up, cleaned myself off and made sure I removed all of Kevin. Then I picked up my phone and stared at the name that appeared as my fingers moved of their own accord. I typed “Hi” and watched as my thumb hovered over the SEND button.

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