Our Affair (L)

It was late winter and dreary outside. The kids were cranky, and Annie and I were in a lull. We needed a spark to liven things up.

One evening after the kids were in their rooms for the night, Annie and I were discussing what we could do for a change. Out of the blue, I suggested we have an affair.

“What?” she said. “Just because it is dreary doesn’t mean we should break our wedding vows for excitement.”

“No, no. We should have an affair with each other.” After many years of marriage and six kids, sometimes our date nights and even our love life had become predictable, if not a little stale.

Annie thought about it for a few minutes. “That might be fun,” she said. We agreed that I would come up with a plan.

The following Friday, I propped a sealed note for Annie against the coffee pot as I left for work. It said that she was to prepare an overnight bag. In it, she should pack a sexy dress and what she needed to stay overnight at a hotel. Later that afternoon, she was to go to a certain downtown hotel in our city where I had reserved a room in her name. She should then go to the hotel’s lounge at 6 pm. The lounge is on the top floor of the hotel and had windows on all sides overlooking the city. It is one of the most romantic spots in town.

The note also instructed Annie to think up a new identity and backstory for why she was out in our city on a Friday night by herself. When she went to the lounge, I told her to sit at the bar and order a drink, then wait to see what happened next.

Meanwhile, I had arranged that our teenagers would pick up pizza for themselves for dinner; they knew that Annie and I would be out for the night. I had packed my own bag and put it in my car when I left for work. All day, I had butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t wait to see Annie, how sexy she’d look, and how flirty she would act with a “stranger” at a bar. Thoughts of what we might do had me turned on throughout the day.

I arrived at the hotel about ten minutes after six, left my bag with the bellhop, and took the elevator to the top floor where the lounge was located. I had dressed-up for work, wearing pants and a blazer that Annie liked. As I entered the lounge, I spotted her across the room. She was sitting at the bar with a cocktail in her hand, wearing her sexiest black dress. It highlighted her figure in all the right places and showed enough cleavage to drive me wild. She had done her hair and make-up, so she looked extra hot. I could tell already that this was going to be special night.

I made my way to the bar, trying not to be seen by Annie. There was one bar stool available on her side. I slid into it and ordered a vodka and tonic. Annie was drinking a whiskey sour, her favorite, and was half-done with her cocktail when I joined her. At first, I paid no attention to her and conversed with the bartender as he made my drink. After it arrived and I took a big swig, I casually turned to check out my beautiful wife.

She looked so hot; her eyes shined, her lips looked extra sumptuous, and her luscious breasts filled her dress with just enough showing to catch my attention and probably that every other man in the room.

I raised my glass to her and said, “Good evening.” She smiled and said hello in return. I introduced myself as Jack and asked what brought her to the hotel this lovely evening.

“I’m Antoinette,” she told me, and said she was in town for work. She was attending a conference that had started the day before and went until Saturday afternoon, an arts and craft event. Her husband had to work, so he didn’t come with her for this trip. Antoinette then asked whether I was staying at the hotel.

“No, I’m local.  Just out for a drink after work.” Our little game of make believe was exciting! We both had come up with back stories and were clearly trying to stay in character.

We sipped our cocktails and continued our friendly banter, getting to “know” each other a little as one may do with a stranger in a bar. Antoinette told me that she loved to sew and had her own business making and selling handmade baby clothes and the like. I shared that I was an attorney in town and lived in the suburbs. As Antoinette finished her cocktail, I could tell she was relaxed and enjoying our little charade. Her cheeks were a little flushed and she began to flirt with me and the handsome bartender.

I took a large sip to drain my drink at the same time and ordered a second round on me. Antoinette said that I didn’t have to buy her a drink, but I replied, “It’s the least I can do for such a beautiful woman all alone in my city.”

Getting a little bolder in our banter, I then asked if Antoinette had any dinner plans. She was all dressed up, so she must be going out to eat.

“No plans. Typically, when my husband doesn’t travel with me, I stay in my hotel room and order room service. Tonight, however, I decided to go out for a drink; I figured I should put on a dress to be presentable.”

I responded that she was more than presentable. “You look very sexy in that dress. Your husband is a very lucky man.”

By now, well into her second cocktail, Annie (I mean Antoinette) was getting more flirtatious. We started asking more personal questions and complimenting each other. As the bartender checked on us, he probably assumed that we were two lonely strangers. I made the first move, as I slipped my hand down on to Antoinette’s thigh as she was taking a sip of her cocktail. She gave a slight little nod as she asked the bartender a question. I kept caressing her thigh through the silky fabric while she made small talk with the bartender.

Annie then shifted in her seat and said she had to run to the ladies’ room. She asked me to save her seat and I obliged happily. As she got off her stool, she turned in my direction and leaned in close, whispering in my ear, “When I get back we can decide whether we stay here and you get me drunk or whether you buy me dinner.” As she did so, she gently squeezed my semi-hard cock through my pants. She then sauntered across the lounge, shaking her backside and looking so very sexy. As I awaited her return, my cock stiffened at the thought of how hot Antoinette was and how badly I wanted her.

When Antoinette returned and climbed back on her stool, I suggested that we finish our drinks and then I would take her to dinner. “I know a nice place nearby. There’s no need for you to eat room service all alone tonight.”

Antoinette blushed. “I’m game,” she said. “But won’t your wife mind you taking a strange woman out to dinner alone?”

“Oh, I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind. She’d want me to show you a good time.” We then took the last sips of our cocktails and I paid the check. By now, we were a little tipsy and certainly very flirtatious and horny. We said thanks to the bartender and scooted across the lounge towards the elevator.

Once we got in the elevator, Antoinette pushed the button for her floor, and we were all over each other. Antoinette had her arms around my neck as we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together. My right hand cupped Antoinette’s left breast through her dress and thumbed her hardening nipple. With my other, I lifted her right leg. Her legs now spread, I ground my left leg into Antoinette’s pelvis, and she humped back. We were in heat and didn’t even notice that the elevator stopped. We were still mid-kiss when a young lady entered the elevator and quickly apologized for interrupting. We stopped kissing and said that we should apologize for our public display of affection. We were both blushing from getting caught. The elevator soon came to our floor and we stepped out, holding hands. As the elevator doors closed, the young woman hollered for us to have fun.

Once we entered Antoinette’s room, we returned to kissing passionately. Dinner was going to have to wait. I lifted Antoinette’s dress over her head to see her sexiest matching black bra and panty set decorating her gorgeous form. I kissed down her neck while fondling her breasts through her bra. My lips continued toward her cleavage as my hands roamed down her back to her bottom. She softly purred as I explored her luscious body.

As the heat of the moment increased, I eased Antoinette back on the bed, still in her heels. I positioned her at the edge of the mattress, with my body between her legs. Then I kissed down from her breasts and across her stomach until I came to her panties. I could see that they were wet as I began to graze her upper thighs and then her sex through the thin garment with my lips. Antoinette’s purrs increased as I explored her labia through the damp fabric. I wanted more, so I lifted Antoinette’s hips, slid her panties off, and went back to my delight.

Annie’s (I mean Antoinette’s) scent and taste were intoxicating. Her lady flower was in full bloom, her labia engorged and glistening with her honey. Her essence turned me on even more. I kissed her lips and let my tongue explore her folds, devouring her wetness. It probed her opening then wandered up to find and tease Antoinette’s clit. As I licked her luscious bean, Antoinette whimpered and began to writhe and hump my tongue. I continued licking and teasing to build the intensity.

After several minutes of squirming under my ministrations, Antoinette pushed my head back and slid further up the bed. In her sexiest voice, she said, “Jack, that feels so good, but I need you to fuck me right now!”

How could I refuse? I stood and began to undress. I took my time removing my shirt, then my undershirt, then my pants, and finally my boxer briefs. My cock was rock hard and pointing right at Antoinette.

She admired the show and lustily whispered, “Your wife is a very lucky woman, getting screwed by your big cock.”

I then reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a condom. I opened and began to roll it onto my hardness. Antoinette smiled and said that she was glad that I came prepared. (Annie and I hadn’t used a condom since early in our marriage, when we were still figuring out natural family planning.)

Once sheathed, I climbed on top of Antoinette in the missionary position. She took my cock and guided it to her opening. With one thrust, I slid into her pussy. She felt incredible; her pussy was so hot and wet that it engulfed my hardness. I began to thrust slowly, but soon our pace quickened. Our bodies were one and our screwing intense. Antoinette wrapped her arms around me, digging her nails into my back. I pumped my cock in and out, as she humped and moaned and purred.

Antoinette then pushed me over on to my back and climbed on top. She slid my cock back inside and began to ride it.

I found her breasts and started to caress her nipples through the fabric. They were hard and begged to be sucked, so I slid Antoinette’s bra out of the way. I alternated between them,  kissing and sucking one nipple while playing with the other with my fingers.

At the same time, Antoinette found her lovemaking rhythm. On the down strokes, she ground her clit into my pelvis. These motions are what makes Annie come, and Antoinette definitely enjoyed the same moves. I relaxed and let her control this ride. She was getting close to climax, and I wanted her to come all over me.

As she continued to thrust, she moaned through her teeth, “Goooiiinnggg to ccccuuummmm.” She then orgasmed, moaning and whimpering loudly. I could feel her vagina spasm around my cock in waves. I kept playing with her nipples to extend the ride, and the spasms continued as Antoinette moaned with her sexiest “o-face.”

When her climax subsided. I rolled Antoinette over. “That orgasm was so hot,” I told her, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

There was a mirror on the wall. I positioned her on her knees at the edge of the bed so we could watch me fuck her from behind. Once she was in position, I guided my cock back to her opening. With one push, I was back inside Antoinette and began to thrust hard. I gripped her hips tightly to help her buck back against my cock as I pistoned in and out. Watching my cock burying into her pussy in the mirror was so hot that it quickly brought me to the edge.

Antoinette knew I was close. “Cum inside me now,” she told me, and with that, I orgasmed, pumping streams of cum into the condom. I then collapsed onto the bed next to Antoinette. We were both breathing hard and sexually satisfied.

As we cuddled, Antoinette asked, “So, Jack, how often do you pick up women and take them to a hotel room for sex?”

“Only when they look, smell, and taste just like the girl I fell in love with and married,” I said.

Antoinette smiled. “Well then, Jack, you can now take me to dinner,” she replied. “And if you have another condom, we can come back here for dessert, assuming your wife won’t mind.”