Janet fidgeted at her desk. She had not been able to concentrate on work since Don had called. He had told her to meet him at the usual place at 5:00 PM.
It was always the same; she was addicted to him and to the sex. She needed it; no, she craved it. They hadn't fucked in almost a month and, since his call, fucking him was all she could think about.
The affair had been going on for over a year. Don was married as Janet had been when it started. They had met online and chat had led to phone calls and finally meeting. She loved the sex with him, loved his beautiful cock and the way it made her feel when he fucked her. She knew he was not about to leave his wife, but she treasured the times he could get away and they could fuck.
The clock seemed to be moving in slow motion, exasperating Janet and her desires. All she wanted was for the work day to be over and to be in Don's arms.
Finally it was time to leave. She hurried to the parking lot, jumped into her car almost colliding with a co-worker in her haste to get moving. The five miles to the motel seemed like a hundred and Janet cursed the rush hour traffic that seemed to crawl along the highway, keeping her from her rendezvous.
As she pulled into the parking lot at the motel her Blackberry vibrated and she saw it was a message from him.
"Running late, meet me in the room, it's booked in my name," read his text.
She parked the car and headed into the motel office. The old woman behind the desk smiled knowingly at her and just handed her a key. She and Don had been using this place for months and it was no secret to the woman why Janet was there.
Janet quickly headed into the room. She wondered how many other lovers might have used this place to consummate illicit affairs.
