We met a couple years ago at a swingers club. We really hit it off, but our spouses... not so much. No one hates anyone; it is just that they are not really attracted to each other. Not you and I, sparks flew the minute we saw one another. Shortly after meeting we started sharing fantasies and desires about each other. We have met for lunch and a quick drink a few times, but mostly we behave. Not tonight.
We meet at a popular pub in the trendy south part of town to see a favorite local artist jam. We sit close, flirt, drink our drinks and enjoy the music and the evening. The end of the show finds us making out on my Road King. The more we feel, kiss and touch, the more I begin to wonder if this night would end differently than our previous "without spouse" rendezvous'. There is more urgency in our kisses, more desperation in our embrace. I sit back on my Road King, light a cigarette and ask you what you want to do.
My suspicions are well founded. You climb on behind me and after a short cruise, check into a nice hotel with a view of the river. On the elevator, we nearly maul each other. I have no idea how we actually make it to the room. Once there, the curtains fly open and the clothes come off in a whirlwind. Your slim figure is so inviting. Perfectly proportioned in a very MILF next-door sort of way, you have such a beautiful smile; I almost cannot get past it! But tonight is the night to do so. Your slender neck transitions to such pretty shoulders I just cannot keep my hands off of you. Exploring your body while I kiss you, I know how you like to be touched. Pinching your nipples and kissing your mouth, I feel you grasp my cock in both your hands. You stroke me slowly and very firmly, making sure I know you have a good handle on the issue.