At 52, Cate still had long, lustrous hair, bright blue eyes, and silky-smooth skin. Her body could be described as buxom, and she definitely had it in her to still turn heads when she got herself fixed up. Her marriage to husband, Mark, also 52, had hit some bumps. Over the past few years they'd generally moved apart. And each had an affair or two in the mix over recent years. For a while, it was very unclear if they were even going to bother staying together.
This all was kind of a shame, partly because Mark was really hot for his age. Muscular, dark, and classically handsome. And he had a bright personality that regularly drew women in. On top of all this, he was enormously successful as a writer for the New Yorker, perhaps the magazine's most popular author, in fact. In many ways, he was a great guy. But after living together for over two decades, his imperfections came out and for a while, now, Cate simply found herself not into him.
Everything changed after the affairs were exposed. Cate and Mark were both deeply upset with one another. They both still loved each other, and this fact was abundantly clear to anyone who knew them at all. Yet they had each stepped out on their marriage, so clearly they were each looking for something else.
After months of couples therapy and even a brief and painful separation, Cate and Mark committed to a future with one another. No more affairs. No more deceit. They looked each other in the eyes and decided that they were going to fall in love with one another, and, perhaps more importantly, in LUST with one another, all over again.
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An upcoming weekend to Atlanta for a trade conference seemed like the perfect opportunity to rekindle what had, long ago, been a steamy love affair between them. Cate was glad to join and packed her sexiest lingerie with high hopes. The couple held hands during the entire flight to Georgia, each feeling equal parts love and naughty.
After checking their bags at the hotel desk upon checking in, Cate and Mark entered the conference reception, where high-end wines and beers were being served. They registered for the conference and found themselves talking with a group of women who wrote for the Atlantic. These women were dressed to kill and Cate was happy that she'd chosen to accompany her man on this one!
Cate was looking pretty sexy herself, with a long, silky black dress with an open back and a deep v in the front, showing off her outrageously hot cleavage. Her makeup was done up right and her dark lips were full and beautiful. She looked and felt great about herself. And was proud to be Mark's date at this high-end event.
As the evening went on, the couple and their new friends found themselves a splash tipsy. Heather, one of the Atlantic writers, with long, straight blonde hair and long silky legs under a smart red dress, had definitely had enough to drink and needed to head upstairs. It was 11pm and Cate and Mark decided to help her up to the room and to head upstairs themselves. It turned out that Heather was in the room just next door up on the 11th floor. And she got there safely.
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The second that they entered the hotel room, Mark could not keep his hands off Cate. At first she felt like it was too much. It had been a long time since they had been like this with one another. But somehow, at this new phase, and seeing Mark through a new lens, she found herself horny as hell and willing to do anything he wanted.
Mark kissed her passionately on the lips, running his hands firmly through her thick hair. Moving down to kiss her ear, so sensually. Followed by her neck.
Suddenly Cate found herself on the bed, face down, and teeming with all kinds of feels. Mark had briefly left the room. And she lay there waiting. Truth told, she was waiting to be fucked out of her mind.
