4 comments/ 23579 views/ 5 favorites Lucky Night By: the_shires She hadn't wanted to at first. Marti was more than a little surprised when Jasper, her husband of five years, had suggested that they add a third person to their relationship. She wasn't sure where the suggestion had come from. He seemed fairly satisfied with things as they stood. So to try something out, Jasper had suggested a night out. They'd booked a room in the hotel adjacent to the local casino. They'd dressed up and found the nicest restaurant in the hotel. After that, Jasper had suggested some time at the casino, trying their luck. "Who knows? We might get lucky," he'd said with his usual humor. So Marti had found herself at the slot machine, sitting there, wondering what exactly Jasper had in mind. He'd been very specific about his desires, but Marti hadn't been at all clear on the terminology he'd used. He'd talked about a "bull" and a "cuckold," but other than Shakespeare, Marti wasn't really sure she knew what the term meant. She had found the old-fashioned pull lever machines. On the few times that they'd visited the casino, she'd found that the push buttons lacked the build-up and the excitement of what might come. Her mind wandered back to her husband's proposition. She did know that Jasper wasn't interested in men. Marti had stealthily checked his web browser history for the past few weeks, wondering what if wanted the chance to interact with a male. Yet all of the sites were standard women erotica. She'd felt somewhat relieved by that fact. She was barely paying attention when the bells at her machine went off. She focused on the machine to see that three bars had come up. She caught the paper voucher as it came out of the machine. Jasper was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and went back to the machine. She didn't know what he was up to at the moment, but she was nervous about the entire experiment. Marti wondered if his taste in men for the evening would match hers. She couldn't imagine a bigger embarrassment than rejecting a man that Jasper had selected for them for the evening. Of course, she would manage to speak up, because the alternative was far worse. She was down to her last two dollars in quarters when a man sat down next to her. She barely noticed him at first. She was more focused on the machine. She slipped in a single quarter and pulled the lever. Nothing remotely resembling a win came up. The man at the next machine was playing all the possible combinations. He was putting in quarter after quarter before pulling the lever. She watched him as he got two cherries. He was attractive in a way that she was not used to seeing. He was tall, well-built with short red hair and a smattering of freckles across his nose. He had thick arms that flexed when he pulled the lever. He had a confidence about him, a feeling that he was going to win with the next play. Marti put in her last quarter and tugged the lever again. A cherry and a lemon appeared, indicating that nothing was possible with this play. She started to get up, but the man next to her turned. He held out a handful of quarters. "I think you'll bring good luck if you sit here. I hate being all alone with the machines. Nothing good ever happens." He gave her a big smile, and Marti liked the white, even teeth. He was a good looking man, to be sure. She took the coins and nodded. "Thanks. I appreciate it." Marti started her routine again, putting the quarters in one at a time and then waiting for the results. The man next to her pulled again, and the machine lit up. "See," he said with a smile, "you were good luck." He took the voucher and slid it into his pocket. The waitress came by, and the man ordered two glasses of champagne. Marti was sure that one of them was for her, but she felt awkward accepting a drink from a man when her husband was trying to find her an acceptable bedmate. The waitress came back with the drinks, and he tentatively held out one to her. Marti decided to accept it. If nothing else, she could flirt with the man. Wasn't that part of what Jasper was wanting from this evening? "Thanks," she said, tipping her glass towards him. "My pleasure," he said. "My name is Reed." He held out a hand that was covered with a fine silk of reddish hair. Marti took his hand and smiled at him. She took a sip of the champagne and watched him over the top of her glass as he looked her over. He was appraising her, and Marti flushed at the thought. She knew that men found her dark hair and athletic build attractive, but she was not used to the type of look that Reed was giving her now. She turned back to her machine and played a few more quarters. Jasper showed up, looking glum. "No luck, sorry," he said as he approached. His shoulders were slumped forward slightly. Marti shrugged. "On the bright side, I had some luck." She pulled out the voucher and handed it to him. "Not a total waste of an evening." Jasper looked at the receipt and raised an eyebrow. "That definitely covers dinner and the hotel. I'll go cash that in." After Jasper had left, Reed cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't know that you were taken. I just assumed – well, you know..." He let the words trail off. Marti flushed. "Well, it's not exactly like it looks. We were, uh, looking for..." She too let the words drift off in the hopes of an understood meaning. Reed's eyes grew wider. "For a third?" His hand stayed on the lever, but he didn't pull it. "Really?" Marti rolled her eyes. "Something like that. My husband wants to be a cuckold. So we came here to look." Reed ducked his head. "Then it may be my lucky night after all." He look up and caught her glance. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Marti felt a surge of desire in her. She hadn't expected this. "It might, indeed." She spotted Jasper, heading back to them. She slipped off the stool and walked over to her husband. She didn't want Reed to hear the discussion about him, just in case they decided against this. "What's up," Jasper asked as she approached. "Ready to go up to the room. Seems to be a bust here tonight." Marti bit her lip for a second. "Maybe not," she said finally. "There's Reed." Jasper looked over to where the man was sitting. From this angle, Marti could only see his broad muscular back and the red hair above his shirt's collar. Not a lot to go on, but he seemed nice. Jasper's expression was one that Marti could not read. She wasn't sure how he felt about this now that the reality was here. Was he angry or was he excited? "The real question is what you think," he said finally. "You'll be the one interacting with him." Marti was confused again. She had thought they would all be playing. "What are you going to do?" "Watch, maybe jack off. I'm not sure. I'll just go with the flow of it. You two will be in charge." He gave her a small smile. He was definitely in favor of this scenario. Marti nodded. She walked back to Reed and told him their decision. He grinned at her, slid off the stool, and put an arm around her waist. Jasper didn't seem to mind the move at all. He led the way, turning around occasionally to make small talk. She was too nervous to say anything. Marti just watched the two men size each other up as they made their way to the room. Jasper opened the door with the keycard and held it open as Marti and Reed passed into the room. Marti walked to the middle of the room and stopped. She wasn't sure what to do at this point. Jasper stood next to the reclining chair in the comer. Reed seemed to sense their hesitation and sprang into action. He walked over to Jasper and pushed him so that he landed in the chair. "Stay there," Reed said. "Stay there, and watch how a real man takes your wife." Marti was surprised by the sudden change in the man. He had become commanding and direct. Reed came back to her. He was tender again as he caught her eye. He didn't speak for a second. The prolonged glance began to turn Marti on. She felt as if she was the only other person here. Reed didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that Jasper was watching. He leaned down and put his lips near hers. His hand came up and slowly caressed her cheek and neck. The feathery touch sent shivers down her spine. Reed licked his lips and grinned at her before he moved in to kiss her. The press of his lips against hers was unfamiliar and erotic. She'd grown used to Jasper's perfunctory kisses. This was different. Reed's passion was told in his kiss. His tongue found hers, and her tongue darted out to greet his. His tongue wrestled with hers, touching, teasing. A passion that Marti hadn't known existed in herself began to build. Not sure what she should be doing, her hands slid to the waistband of his jeans. She tugged at the edge of his shirt until it was free of the pants. Marti let her fingers slide under the shirt. Reed's stomach was flat and hard. She could feel his rapid breaths under her fingers. He pulled her closer, and for a moment, her fingers stopped. Their bodies were pressed full against each other. His erection touched her abs. From what she could tell, he was bigger than Jasper. The thought drove her crazy. Her hands moved again, running around his waist and encircling him. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, and Reed lifted his arms so that she could help pull it over his head. Now she could see the muscular torso of this man. His pecs were flat and hard. His nipples were quarter-sized and growing hard already. His hand slid behind her and pulled the zipper down in a single motion. Marti shrugged out of the dress. Surprisingly, she wasn't shy about this move. She stood I front of Reed, wearing only her bra and panties. Over his shoulder, she could see Jasper, who had pulled out his member. The idea of being watched made Marti hotter still. She liked having her husband watch her be pleasured. Reed kissed her again, harder and wetter this time. She could tell that he wanted her. The kiss spoke of desire. While they kissed, Reed unsnapped her bra and pushed it back over her shoulders. He cupped her breasts and gently touched them. The same feathery touch was like a lightning bolt between her legs. Reed played with them both at once, tweaking her nipples between his fingers. They responded. She felt them grow hard as he played with them. Feeling her own desire growing, Marti grabbed at the waistband of his jeans and tugged at the zipper. She wasn't as smooth as he was, and it took her several tries to unzip him and pull his pants down around his ankles. He was wearing black boxer briefs that set off the whiteness of his skin. She'd been right before. He was big. Reed seemed to follow her thoughts. He smiled at her and gently took her hand in his, pressing their hands against his desire. She moaned as their hands stroked its length. "Tell him how big it is. Tell him how much you want it." Reed didn't seem to want an answer. "Tell him that he's not the man I am." Reed's mouth traced down her neck now, taking small bites as he went. Marti knew that he was laying claim to her, showing Jasper who the man was in the room. He licked her collarbone, and then his tongue brushed across her already hardened nipple. His mouth covered it, and he lapped at it until Marti knew it couldn't get any harder. Then he repeated the move on the other nipple. Marti could feel her desire building. Looking over at Jasper again, she felt guilty, but Reed's moves were quickly making her forget her husband. Reed's mouth moved again, tracing down the middle of her stomach until it got to her waist. Reed gazed up at her under those golden lashes, looking part young lover and part experienced man of the world. The sight made her wetter. Marti took his hands now, and put them on the sides of her panties. Reed took the message and pulled them down to her ankles. He buried his face between her legs. Marti could feel his hot breath against her opening, and she braced herself, placing her hands on his shoulders. Reed pulled her closer. He ran his tongue along her thighs, lapping up the juices brought forth by her desire. His tongue was greedy, licking every drop. Then his tongue breached her. She gasped as he slid inside of her. He thrust deep into her and then pulled out nearly all the way. He did this again and then began a slow movement with his tongue. He found her pleasure zone, and his tongue teased her by pressing against it and then stopping. She moaned again, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. His tongue was insistent. She swallowed hard as Reed added a finger to his tongue. She could feel him inside of her and she knew that he would be mounting her soon. The thought of his long member in her made her slick with desire. Reed added a second finger in her. She gasped at the way he thrust into her, deep and hard. He was not going to be a gentle lover. He was going to be that bull who took her at his pace. Marti's hands found her breasts and played with them as Reed continued to open her up with his fingers and tongue. Suddenly, he stopped. Marti slowed her own self-pleasure and looked down. Reed stood up. He was still wearing his boxer briefs, which now had a circle of pre-cum on it. "Sit down on the edge of the bed," he said in a voice thick with desire. Marti did so. She wasn't sure what he was going to do. He licked his middle fingers, sliding it deep into his mouth. He offered Marti his index finger, as if he was sharing a Popsicle. She was curious as to the taste, and she licked her own juices from his hand. She was surprised that there wasn't more taste to it. It was a bit tart, but with not much in the way of flavor. Reed smiled at her, like he'd corrupted her in some new way. He pulled down the boxer briefs as she sat in front of him. The long thick member was framed by reddish-brown hairs. His dick was pulsing as he moved towards her. He bent his knees when he made it to the edge of the bed. They were the same level now. "Put your arms around my neck," he said, catching her gaze and holding it. She trusted him and did as he asked. Still matching his gaze, Marti didn't see him push inside of her, but she could certainly feel it. Slowly he inched into her until he filled her. Marti let out a soft moan. She could hear Jasper make a soft noise as he stroked himself. Reed slid his hands below her butt and stood up again. He was full in her; her body was pushed against his. He smiled as he began to bend his knees and slide out. Then he stood again, sliding deep inside of her. Each thrust pressed against her own pleasure zone and drove her crazy. She was sweating now, a covering of perspiration that indicated it wouldn't be long now for her. Reed must have known too because he sped up his pace. In and out, in and out. He had begun to sweat too, beads rolling down his temples. He moved so that her back was against the wall now. He thrust deep, pushing himself into her until there was nothing left to give. He pulled out and did it again. She could barely stand the sensation. She cried out his name as she felt the pleasure engulf her, sending waves of heat throughout her limbs. The sensation went on as Reed showed no signs of slowing up. As long as he was pushing into her like this, the orgasm continued. He grunted thickly, and he closed his eyes. Marti could feel the spasm of his dick inside of her. He slowed his thrusts and finally stopped. She could barely catch her breath. He moved them back to the bed and deposited her back on the edge of the mattress. She fell back where she was, and Reed landed beside of her. They didn't move for a few minutes. Marti had almost forgotten her husband, who now moaned with ecstasy. She guessed that he had finally achieved his own orgasm. She lifted her head to see him shoot milky ropes of cum onto the floor. Reed finally stood up and began to dress. He put his shirt back on and then leaned down to kiss Marti. She couldn't remember the last time Jasper had kissed her afterwards. He buttoned his shirt slowly, and left the room. Marti was about to clean herself up when Jasper came over to the bed. He slid next to her on the mattress and held her... Lucky Night Out A story about cheating. Please don't read if this may offend. ***** He could not believe his insane luck. Sheer luck was all it came down to, of that he was certain. A few hours ago he was just a regular married man, enjoying a rare night out with the boys. Now, here he was, his aching balls deep in a stunning brunette, trying desperately not to blow his load in her prematurely. He wanted the moment to last forever. He cared about nothing else in the world in that blissful moment. * * * * It had started as a regular night out. It was his monthly night out with his mates, a group of eight guys he'd known for years. Five of them were married, himself included, one in a relationship and two single. A few beers down at the first pub. A few more. Some harmless flirting with a couple of cute girls who stroked their middle-aged drunken egos. A couple more pints. He had noticed a gorgeous brunette girl earlier in the night. She was hot, a natural beauty. She was with a few friends, two which started chatting to the single guys in his group. She hung back slightly, allowing her friends the space to talk to his mates. He caught her eye. They started chatting. They all started getting quite drunk. He found himself separated from the group with this gorgeous girl. They were drifting further from their friends as their conversation got closer, more intimate. She knew he was married. It didn't seem to deter her from getting quite close to him. The sexual chemistry was intensifying and, before he knew what was happening, she had lightly kissed his mouth and whispered to him. Those magic words whispered in his ear. "I want you to fuck me tonight." The words that made him forget all morals and spoke directly to his cock. "Forget everything. You need to fuck this beauty." So there they were. After a ten minute taxi ride in which he switched his mobile phone off and they began to drunkenly grope each other, they had reached her apartment. They made their way to her door, with a bit of difficulty; they struggled to keep their hands off each other, exploring, kissing... they entered her front door, her with her skirt almost around her waist and him with a very obvious raging erection. As soon as she was down to her bra and cute lacy knickers, he pushed the fabric aside and buried his fingers inside her again. She leaned back against the front door, eyes closed, biting her lip and bucking her hips against his hand. "You are incredible," he said, his voice a throaty growl. He gazed over her incredible body. Never before had he been so intensely attracted to a woman. He wanted to fuck her and please her and make her cum, and cum in her, and do it all over again. "Your wife is a lucky woman," she purred, opening her eyes and staring at him with what he could only interpret as pure, raw, animalistic lust. "We don't fuck all that often" he found himself saying, three knuckles deep in her clenching cunt. Her hips bucked faster at this. Her chest heaved, her brilliant tits slicked slightly with sweat. She seemed to respond to mentions of his wife with increased horniness. "Mmmmm," she hummed in response. She clearly had no reservations about fucking a taken man. His head was swimming now. Part drunkenness. Part lust and horniness. And a small part his conscience growling at him. Telling him to back out now. His cock won out easily. She was kneeling now, wrapping her lips around the top of his dick. Her tongue flicked over and around the head and he felt a gentle sucking sensation. She gazed up at him, locking with his eyes, and slowly started to swallow his length. He groaned and stumbled sideways slightly. Her mouth clung around his cock. Her hands were now involved. He put a hand on the hallstand to steady himself, brace himself as she worshipped his manhood. He clenched his teeth as he tried intensely hard not to burst his cum down her eager throat. He gripped the edge of the hallstand and growled a string of expletives. She was enjoying this as much as he was. Her loud moans vibrated around his shaft, sending him even further insane with lust. He noticed her fingers sliding to her pussy. She was slurping hungrily over him, taking in as much as she physically was able to. She was touching herself now, her hand moving indicated to him that she was playing with herself as she engulfed his saliva-slicked dick. He knew he had a massive cock. He wasn't at all arrogant about it though. It was just a fact. He first knew he was larger than average when he was a young teen in the school sport lockers. His mates joked about it. But he had this happy fact confirmed when he started fucking girls at fifteen. Some would respond to his cock with nervousness and apprehension. Some would pounce on him desperately in an apparent quest to take on its full length. In his university years he quickly gained a lot of popularity with the females and enjoyed a heavily sexually active life. In his late twenties he met his wife and hadn't fucked another pussy in twelve years. He had forgotten that look of unrestrained lust. He was reminded of how females used to respond to his cock, the sheer excitement. The hunger. The expression on their faces when he penetrated them for the first time. The expression of pain mixed with rising ecstasy as they grew somewhat accustomed to his meat. He watched her at work on his cock. She was a pro at whatever the fuck she was doing. He felt dizzy and horny and... "Get up," he grunted. She stood up quickly. She knew he wasn't able to wait any longer. She grabbed his hand and started leading him down the hallway. He followed, cock pointing outwards, his gaze on her tight lace-covered, swaying ass. Before they could reach her intended destination, he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back on him. She gasped in surprise but responded quickly. She reached out and planted her hands firmly against the adjacent wall. He ripped her panties to her ankles and pushed her thighs apart further. She steadied herself, ready for the exciting inevitable. She wiggled her ass at him, teasingly and he slapped it playfully. She bent further forward, bracing herself. She looked over her shoulder at him and mouthed, "fuck me". He aimed the head of his throbbing cock at the opening of her pussy. She was sobbing in anticipation, bucking back on him. He gripped her hips tightly to stop her moving and she cried out in frustration. He started to ease his dick inside her. His head started spinning again, as pleasure shot through his body. He took a long, deep breath in attempt to prepare himself. She let out a wail of obvious pleasure. Her head swung from side to side as he slowly inched himself in, deeper and slowly deeper inside her amazingly tight, wet cunt. He could barely breathe as he felt her pussy muscles contract around his thick shaft. Breathe, you idiot, he told himself. You can't screw this up. Make it last! He tried to calm himself as much as possible. "Oh. Fuuuuuck." She was shaking. Her whole body trembled against him. He ran a hand around her, her velvety skin, down her taught tummy and held her in firmly place. "Oh my fucking God. Oh!" She reached one hand around and dug her nails deep in his arm. This set him off and he suddenly found himself slamming deep into her. Her small body fell forward but he grabbed her around the waist with both hands and held her as he let his full length sit inside her, pausing his thrusts. "Shit. Shit... holy shit!" She gasped. He felt her whole body trembling and the he couldn't help grinning inwardly. He knew she was beside herself with pleasure. Her ass was bucking back on him slightly. She was panting and letting out little moans. He was waiting for that final encouragement he needed before he really himself let go. He needed that from her. After about one minute of them both just savoring the raw sensation of his cock buried deep inside her, he pulled her face towards his and kissed her. Passionately. He accidentally groaned into her mouth and she responded with a groan of her own. She started squirming a little as they kissed. Her hips began moving again. Rotating ever-so slowly. She broke their kiss and looked up at him. "Please fuck me... I need you to fuck me... I need it." That was all he truly needed to let go. He pulled out his entire,and drove back into her. Again. And again. And again. And harder. He watched his cock, slicked with her juices, pound her beautiful cunt. She responded by screaming and slamming back on him, her tight little pussy stretching for him, just enough to allow him to fuck her - but also remaining like a vice grip on his dick. He had to last. He couldn't blow just yet. He wanted this fuck to last longer than life. He never wanted it to end. With her hands planted firmly on the wall, she seemed to finally regain some physical control. Her bucking became more assertive, yet still somewhat frenzied. Her little screams and sobbing had slightly subsided. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him. Then she proceeded to fuck back on him, sinking over nearly his full length. He slowed his own pace in order to enjoy her sensual rhythm. After a good few minutes of this, he pulled out abruptly. She cried out in frustration, her body still moving, fucking the air between them. Her disappointment at him stopping made him grin. This girl wanted him as much as he wanted her. They were fucking as equals. He spun her around and picked her up, with ease. She cling to him, kissing his neck, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He carried her into where he correctly guessed was her bedroom. He lay her on the bed and climbed on top, kneeling between her parted thighs. "Hey," he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. After their furious screwing in the hallway, this kiss was different. More tender. Her lips parted and their tongues met and played gently. She moaned softly into his mouth. "You're gorgeous," he muttered. He couldn't see her clearly in the dim room, but he could make out her body laying in front of him. Legs wide. Her longish dark hair was messy now, splayed across her pillow. Her breasts heaved with her deep breathing, still encased in a cute bra. They were big breasts, not huge, but they were enough to make his mouth water. "You're pretty handsome yourself," she responded. She propped herself up on one elbow and unclipped her bra. She must have read his mind... They were incredible. Before letting himself touch them he looked down longingly at them. Two perfectly round breasts, not enormous, but so round. He could make out her nipples in the near-dark room. He yearned to wrap his mouth around them, to suck on them... "When I first started talking to you I wanted you," she said softly. "I was so disappointed when you said you were married." He stared at her. Entranced. "But here we are," she added after a pause. "Here we are," he repeated in some sort of agreement. He was still kneeling between her parted legs. His right hand ran over her left thigh. His still rock-hard cock stirred. In one quick movement he plunged downwards deep inside her. They both yelled out. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and pulled him down by the neck to kiss him. Their tongues met and played as he thrust his weight inside her. He moaned in her mouth and she clenched her cunt tightly around him, again and again. He broke from her kiss and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it and flicking his tongue around it in a circular motion. She thrashed in pleasure, her back arching slightly. He moved to her other breasts, taking this hard, perfect nipple in his mouth and sucking it. Her body heaved and her backed arched higher. Her cunt contracted around his shaft indicating she approved and appreciated his attention to her breasts. "You're fucking delicious," he said to her. He was still thrusting into her, slowly. "Mmmmm." She responded with only a moan. Her eyes were glazed and she looked as though she was experiencing some intense bliss. In that moment, as he was about to kiss her again, an intense guilt started to wash over him. His drunk, clouded mind started to clear and reality crept it. He was balls-deep in a woman who was not his wife. He pulled back and, still with his cock inside her, he looked down at her. He had strayed. He was cheating. Right now, he was a cheater. He was having sex with a stranger. A fucking sexy, horny, beautiful stranger. But a stranger nonetheless. "Are you okay?" She asked, quite softly. She could probably detect the panic in his eyes. He stroked her breasts slowly, his cock remaining still inside her. He was still hard. "Just... uh..." He didn't know quite what to say. He felt like a fucking fool. "Are you having second thoughts?" He nodded slightly. He cock twitched in protest. She was silent for about a minute. He feared she would cut this short, he didn't want that. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to keep fucking her glorious pussy and make her scream his name. "Well, look," she began in a soft voice. "We can stop now if you really, really want to." He stared stupidly at her. He didn't want that. Neither of them did. "Or..." she said slowly, with a little bit of her lip. "Or we can finish what we both started. Finish fucking me. You want it as much as I do. I can FEEL it." She clenched her pussy muscles tightly and he winced. He nearly started cumming right then. "We have already started. There's no difference now." He was frozen in a state of horny, slightly-drunk confusion. She sighed. "Fine. Let me fuck YOU. You lay there and I'll fuck you. You don't need to move." The next thing he knew he was in his back. His cock stuck up in the air. The gorgeous beauty was lowering herself on him. In one slow, sensual movement she sank on his cock. "Stay. Still," she ordered. She sat up on him, feet either side of his waist and hands on his chest. He lay there in awe as she slowly raised herself off him, then impaled herself over nearly his entire length. He could feel her cunt spasming. He gripped her hips and willed himself to remain still. SHE was fucking HIM. He was powerless. He clenched his teeth and watched as she increased her pace. Her body moved up and down, faster and faster. Her perfect breasts bounced with each downwards thrust. Her eyes were closed now. She seemed to be in some kind of trance. She pressed her hands harder into his chest and then he seemed to suddenly lose all control. Her eyes snapped open in surprise as he gripped her hips and drove himself up into her with intense force. She cried out as he held her down on his cock, and snaked his fingers around her, finding her ass hole. He slipped a finger inside and all chances of exercising any amount of self control was forever lost. As he slid a second finger inside her she started shaking. Her body stiffened and he had to hold her up as she shock. "I'm coming! Oh shit, oh shit... oh fucking shit!" She cried. Her orgasm sent him insane. He pulled out of her and positioned her on all fours. He drove into her, grabbing her hair forcing her back to arch back towards him. She scrambled for some support but he held her spasming body tightly. He pounded into her with relentless passion. He used one hand to grab her left ass cheek and the other to pull her up by the hair. The sound of their sex filled the room. Her moaning, the thump of the bed against the wall, his deep guttural growls as he slammed into her, her wetness, the slapping of his balls against her. They came. Hard. Loud. The most intense orgasm he could ever remember experiencing tore through his body. Her contraction sent him into a state of pure ecstasy. He exploded with a loud, long grunt and she gasped as she felt him shooting his cum deep inside her. This seemed to send her over the edge and she cried out, her body shuddering uncontrollably. He fucked her until he felt empty. Her pussy had milked him dry. Her orgasm seemed to subside. They lay entwined, panting. Content. "Do you have to leave yet?" She asked after a while. She meant go home to his wife. He ran his eyes over the beauty he'd just screwed like an insane lunatic and sighed. "Yeah." She reached over and ran her hand through his hair. "Will I see you again?" "I hope so..." he said. He had to go but he knew more than anything that he wanted more. "Okay. Well, you better shower first before you leave," she said, biting her lip. She turned the lamp on beside her bed and stood up. He watched her walk to the doorway of what was probably her ensuite. He grinned, got to his shaky feet and followed her into the shower.