Together again at last (fm:adultery, 2262 words)

"Dear God, what am I thinking?"

Lucy rushes through the airport toward the baggage claim.  She is both
exhilarated and ashamed at the thought of finally meeting her former
lover in a nearby hotel.  She pauses in front of the Arrivals and sees
that Don's flight landed 20 minutes ago, so he should be ready and
waiting for her.

Lucy removes her petite suitcase from the carousel and slips into the
Ladies' Room.  She enters a stall and begins to remove garments from
her bag.  As Lucy flags a taxi, she realizes that she may look a little
ridiculous leaving the airport in a short trench coat in the summer
heat, but she had no other choice on such short notice.  Don had called
only yesterday to inform her that their long-awaited rendezvous was now
a reality and that it was happening the very next day!  Don's wife was
taking their children to visit family and he would be able to fly to
meet Lucy, if Lucy was available.  Despite having a family of her own,
Lucy made herself available.

Ever since she saw Don last summer, she longed to have him to herself,
if only for a day, or a weekend.  They had been lovers in college, but
were young and ill-suited for a long-term relationship.  Both moved on
and married, never really speaking to one another again.  Last summer,
Lucy visited her hometown and ran into Don at the market.  The air
between them was electric with sexual energy.  They were incompatible
in a relationship, but never incompatible in the sack.  They visited
cordially, both ignoring the raw lust between them.  They even met for
a drink one evening and teased each other with the possibility of an
illicit tryst, but the two former lovers were indeed happily married,
with children, and neither cared to leave the life they had made.

Over the next year, they spoke infrequently and shared intimate details
of their relationships with their spouses.  Both were content with
their lives, but unfulfilled sexually, each longing for the carnal
pleasure they had always enjoyed with one another.  Both guilty for
betraying their spouses with their lustful thoughts, but felt safe,
knowing the object of their lust was a thousand miles away.  Until
today.

Don had often teased Lucy with stories of what might happen between
them, should they ever reunite.  After several months of platonic
conversations, they had started to enjoy pleasuring themselves and each
other during their phone calls.  This only intensified their lust for
one another, and their guilt.  Sometimes weeks would go by and they
would not speak, convinced they must disavow their feelings in order to
remain faithful to their spouses.   But somehow, they always
reconnected.  They had to.  They needed to.  In much the same way, a
personal meeting was as inevitable as each phone call.  Try as they may
to resist or talk themselves out of it, they each knew that when the
opportunity finally arose, they would seize it.

"Twelve dollars, ma'am."  The cab driver interrupts Lucy's reminiscence
of her relationship with Don.  She has arrived at the hotel.  She hands
the driver a twenty and rushes into the lobby, brimming with excitement
and arousal.  She proceeds directly to the elevator and feels warmth
between her legs as she anticipates what is to come.  She steps off the
elevator on the fourth floor and proceeds to Room 417.  Standing
squarely in front of the door, she looks left, then right, and removes
her trench coat.  She knocks gently on the door.

Don opens the door with masculine authority, which brings more warmth to
Lucy's wet pussy.  She is a sight in her lace bustier and matching
panties.  She can see by the bulge in Don's shorts that he is pleased. 
Don whisks Lucy's suitcase into the room and out of the way with one
hand as he pulls her in behind him with the other.  His hands are large
but soft; Lucy quivers at his touch.

Both feel compelled to say something, but just as Lucy takes a shallow
breath to speak, Don covers her mouth with his.  Lucy melts into his
embrace.  He leads her to the bed and sits at the edge, never
disconnecting from their kiss.  It is Lucy that breaks the kiss and
pushes his broad shoulders backward onto the bed.  Lucy kneels between
his legs and unzips his pants, hungrily but slowly, wanting to savor
every moment.  Don raises his hips as Lucy glides his clothes off.  She
sees a trickle of precum on the tip of his cock and it sends another

warm shiver through her pussy.  She licks her lips without thinking;
she has hungered for Don's manhood for many months.  She buries her
face in his groin, inhaling his musk and allows her lips to graze the
shaft of Don's erection.  She slowly encircles the head with her
tongue, tasting his juices.  Her hands move involuntarily over his
legs, hips and ass as she begins to devour his massive cock.  Don
begins to buck as Lucy's saliva mixes with Don's precum to lubricate
him.

As Lucy feels Don's engorged cock start to throb in her throat, she
abruptly stops and smiles lustfully into his eyes.  Don is wild with
desire and his own need to dominate Lucy and he grabs her soft hair and
forces her mouth back onto his pulsating cock.  Lucy struggles
momentarily to retake his sizeable shaft all at once, but Don does not
relent.  He holds her hair tightly as he fucks her mouth from
underneath her.  Lucy squirms at the loss of control, but is enjoying
every moment.  She continues her expert cocksucking until Don suddenly
stops bucking beneath her.  His cock swells even larger inside Lucy's
mouth and he begins shooting loads of his hot, sweet cum down Lucy's
throat.  Lucy relaxes and allows his thick cum to stream down her
throat.  When he is still, Lucy removes her mouth from his cock,
licking his juices from it as she does.  She cleans his cock with her
tongue and then moves on top of him to kiss him.

They begin kissing, tasting each other and tasting Don's cum.  Don rolls
Lucy over as they kiss and straddles her, sitting upright.  He stares
down at her lacy lingerie and rips open the bustier with his mammoth
hands.  He begins kneading her breasts, occasionally pinching her
nipples.  Lucy is trapped beneath Don, lost in her senses when she
realizes neither has spoken since the hotel room door opened.

"I want you inside me," Lucy says softly, begging.

"You'll have me when I say, where I say," Don replies.

Lucy is delighted to finally hear Don's voice, but wonders what he
intends to do.  She needs the same release she just gave Don, but she
is helplessly pinned beneath him.  She tries thrusting her hips toward
him, where he has straddled her.  Don responds by settling himself
backward onto her thighs, pinning her tighter, exposing her crotchless
panties.

"Show me what you do when we're on the phone," Don orders.

Lucy is mortified by what Don is asking her, but is somehow powerless to
deny him anything.  Without thinking, she reaches toward her wet pussy
and rubs her fingers through it for lubrication.  The pain of Don's
weight on her thighs disappears as a spasm ripples through her groin. 
She uses two fingers to spread apart her lips and slowly begins to
massage her clit.  She could orgasm immediately, but enjoys the
intensity of a delayed orgasm, so she begins to massage slower, moving
away from her hot button.  Lucy's eyes roll back into her head and she
almost forgets she is putting on a show.  She strokes herself harder
and then slips two fingers inside her pulsating opening.

As she begins to work her fingers in and out of herself, she feels a
tickle on her thigh and looks to see that Don's cock is springing to
life at the sight of Lucy pleasuring herself.  She still wants it
buried deep inside her, but knows better than to ask.  She closes her
eyes again and continues working her fingers in and out.  Her eyes
flash open when Don starts stroking her clit, which she had
deliberately abandoned.  He removes her fingers from her pussy and
begins to suck on them, while sliding his own finger into her.  One of
Don's fingers easily matches two of hers, and when Don starts stroking
with two fingers, Lucy clenches around them.  The pressure from the
size of his fingers and the sensation of another man stroking her clit
bring Lucy to the brink of an orgasm.  Don sees her start to let go and
swiftly replaces his fingers with his massive cock.

Lucy orgasms immediately as Don enters her.  Her muscles begin to clench
involuntarily around his thrusting cock.  He pounds harder and deeper
and her ecstasy quashes the pain she should be feeling from having his
enormousness inside her.  He is only slightly longer than her husband
but practically twice as thick.  Only as her orgasm subsides, does she
feel the pressure of Don's thrusts reaching her in places that have
never been touched.

All at once Don removes himself from Lucy's dripping cunt and rips away
her soaked panties effortlessly.  He orders her to roll over and Lucy
suddenly finds herself on her hands and knees, panting like a dog and
positioned like one.  Once again, Don does not hesitate to force his
incredible length and girth inside her all at once.  He enters her more
easily this time, but Lucy still feels the ache of being stretched
along with the electricity of being fucked like a slut.  In no time,
she is thrusting her hips back against him, allowing him to penetrate
her even deeper.  She hears someone in the room, but realizes it is her
own primal grunt, timed perfectly with Don's thrusts.  She feels his
cock swell again and he stops thrusting, allowing her to feel the
rhythmic throbbing deep inside.  She cannot contain the orgasm that
follows.  It spreads like a fire from deep inside; burning through her
abdomen, down her thighs and up through her brain.  She begs him to
cum, to release her, but he does not move, expertly bringing himself to
the brink but not over it.  She tries to move her hips to elicit a
response from him, but he places his huge hands on her hips and holds
her in place as her orgasms continue to burn through her flesh.

Just when Lucy thinks she can take no more, Don softens his grip on her
hips and relaxes behind her.  His cock only slightly reduces in size as
he slides halfway out of her aching, burning, pulsating pussy.  Lucy
takes short shallow breaths as she tries to recover and moans softly
with each contraction.  She is grateful for the break, but longing for
more.  As if he can read her mind, Don begins sliding slowly in and out
of Lucy in long, careful strokes.  His erection hasn't wavered, but he
has managed to stifle another orgasm.

"Tell me what you want," Don instructs Lucy.

Lucy has always been shy about verbalizing her sexual needs, even in
their phone encounters.  She knows by the tone of Don's voice and by
the things he has told her in the past that he means business.  It is
his intention to have his way with her and to dominate her, and she
doesn't want to disappoint him or risk punishment.

"I want you to fuck me and to cum inside me," Lucy responds.

"Beg," Don replies, still working his way in and out of Lucy in slow
motion.

"Pleeease, Don," Lucy begs.  "Please fuck me harder and cum inside me.
Please make me cum harder than I already have.  I want to feel your
enormous cock unleash itself inside me."

"Good girl," Don approves, "but you should have been more specific."

Don removes his dripping cock from Lucy's pussy and pushes it hard
against her ass.  Lucy has never let her husband enter her there and
cannot imagine what Don's cock will do to her.  She starts to tighten,
but her body and her lust betray her and she relaxes, allowing Don to
slide himself slowly into her ass.

"Wait ‘til I find someone to fill your other holes, you slut," Don says
to her.  Lucy is not surprised by this suggestion, given their many
x-rated phone calls.  Don's dirty talk has expanded Lucy's sexual
fantasies, but regardless, she would never say no to him.

The discomfort of Don ravaging Lucy's virgin hole slowly gives way to
pleasure and Lucy begins moving in rhythm with Don once again.  In no
time, Lucy finds herself on the verge of another orgasm and wonders how
much longer Don can withhold his own.  He fucks her harder, faster,
deeper.  Lucy is trying to savor the feelings she is having, but fears
Don may drive her mad.  It is Don who begins his orgasm first this
time, his cock bulging to twice its size.  Lucy orgasms yet again as
Don shoots his second load of hot, salty goodness inside her.  He
continues to thrust, even as he softens, prolonging Lucy's orgasm and
watching her face contort in agony and ecstasy.

"Tell me you love me," Don says.

Lucy knows they will always remain faithful to their spouses and that
Don does not really want her love, just her body.  "No," she answers,
"but I love your fucking cock."