Rob and I had been lovers for almost five years, but in all that time we had never spent a single night together.
Of course, he was married, and he was also my boss. This made things kind of awkward, but it did also make work much more interesting, at least in the early days… However, recently things seemed to have become a little stale between us – I wanted us to spend more time together, stereotypical mistress that I am, but we were both busy at work and he seemed more interested in playing golf than in paying illicit visits to my house.
So when the opportunity finally arose to spend some time with him away from work, of course I grasped it firmly with both hands. We were both chosen to go to a two day conference at the other end of the country with three of our colleagues, and because it was so far away we would have to spend two nights there. Heaven… unless of course he decided to get together with someone else while we were there. One of the worst parts about being a married man’s other woman is that you can never trust the bastard unless he’s right there in front of you - preferably on his knees.
Maybe I should tell you about us?
Right from the first day I met Rob – which was the day he interviewed me for my job – I knew he was going to be special. I never stopped thinking about him. Every time I spoke to him, my heart would pound and my mouth would get dry. I dreamed about him almost every night. However, it was when he started driving me to work that the sparks really started to fly. Before long we were spending all of every journey flirting, and we knew intimate details of each other’s sex lives. I knew his wife hated giving blow jobs. He knew my husband (now my ex-husband) was seeing someone else and I wasn’t getting any sex apart from with my vibrator. And so the scene was set. He took a detour down a quiet country road one night on the way home, parked up, and kissed me more deeply and passionately than I had ever been kissed before. Even now I get wet when I think about it…
The weeks before the conference were torture. Day after day of going to work, seeing those sexy blue eyes and broad muscular shoulders across the room, and counting the minutes until we could be alone together. All the time my brain was working overtime, trying to plan our liaison. Would things work out? How would I find out what room he was in without arousing my colleagues’ suspicion? How could we sneak off together at the end of the evening without anyone noticing? Would we attract attention by falling asleep during the conference sessions?
Finally the big day arrived. I was driving to the accommodation with one colleague while Rob took the other two girls in his car. And yes, I was paranoid about that too. I’ve been with Rob for long enough to know that he’s more than capable of multitasking while he drives. The journey took around five hours and it went so slowly I began to think the clock in the car had stopped, although I had to smile inwardly when I saw a roadside sign announcing that our destination was 69 miles away. Hmm, there was something to consider for later…
With around ten miles to go, I saw a familiar-looking car in my mirror – but before I had time to react, he came streaking past us. I wasn’t going to stand for that. Driving like a maniac, and with my colleague screaming alongside me, I slammed my foot down and went after him. There’s nothing like a high-speed chase to get a girl’s heart racing. Well, almost nothing…
So part one of the operation worked perfectly – I followed him, we all arrived together and I checked in to my room straight after Rob checked into his, making sure I overheard what room number the receptionist said as she handed over his key. And if there’s a God of Adulterous Liaisons, he was surely smiling down on us – we were put in the same block while all our colleagues got rooms in a different part of the building. This was going to be easy.
I managed to stay in my own room for about 90 seconds before temptation got the better of me and I headed up the stairs. As I knocked on Rob’s door, I could hear him talking on his mobile – that cosy little domesticated “I got here safely” call, no doubt. He let me in while he was still talking.
“What? No, it was just someone at the door.”
“Yes, fine.”
“I won’t.”
“See you later.”
A small part of me was triumphant. He didn’t say he loved her.
And here I was, sitting on his bed.
He put the mobile down and smiled his gorgeous, sexy grin at me. God, I love that smile. It’s the main reason I’d never be able to break up with him. Still smiling, he walked over to the bed, where I was trying to stop my heart from jumping out of my T-shirt, and sat down beside me. Feeling the warmth of his huge muscular body, I leaned against his shoulder and sighed contentedly before turning my face up towards his. For what felt like the first time in months, we allowed ourselves one long, slow, passionate kiss, just like that first one all those years ago, and he certainly hadn’t lost his touch.
As his tongue softly explored my mouth, he leaned back and pulled me down on top of him. I’m pretty small so he’s always been able to put me exactly where he wants me. I felt his huge hands working their way inside the back of my T-shirt and unhooking my bra, then they came around the front to finish the job off. Obligingly I lifted my arms so that he could remove my top. I felt the familiar surge of adrenaline I always get when I’m undressed in front of him. I shivered with anticipation and leaned forward; he raised his head and took my nipple in his mouth, alternately sucking and nibbling it until it stood to attention, before moving across to the other one. My tits had been aching for this all day. Shifting slightly on top of him, I could feel his prick growing hard through his jeans. God, if our workmates could see us now…
Oh shit - workmates! We were supposed to be meeting them for a drink!
“We have to go downstairs.”
“Why?”
“We’re meant to be going for a drink, remember?”
“Shit, yeah. We’d better postpone this until later.”
So, there was going to be a later, then. I could hardly wait.
***
I don’t know how we managed to get through that long, long evening. Now that I had the taste of him in my mouth, I just wanted more, and I was sure he felt the same. But we had to spend hours sitting just inches apart in the bar, making small talk with our colleagues and chatting to other people who were arriving for the conference. Despite yawning ostentatiously several times, I couldn’t make anyone suggest that we all went to bed, and I certainly wasn’t about to raise the subject as I would be sure to turn bright red and look incredibly guilty.
After what seemed like an eternity, people began to drift away to their rooms and we agreed that it was time to turn in for the night. I for one didn’t want to stay in that bar a moment longer. So Rob and I said our goodnights to the others and headed off down the corridor to our block while they all went in the opposite direction. I silently congratulated my hypothetical God again on his excellent planning – here we were, walking brazenly off towards a night of unbridled passion, and nobody was turning a hair.
We reached the door to my room first. I glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow, questioning. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Without saying a word, he followed me into the dark room and quietly locked the door behind him. He leaned back against the counter, took me into his arms, and began to kiss my mouth and neck.
“It’s been far too long.”
“Mmm.”
“What would you like me to do to you?”
“This is just fine.”
“Anything else?”
“I’m sure you can think of something – although I did see a road sign earlier that gave me some ideas…”
As he began to remove my top, my hands were frantically unbuttoning his shirt, and when I felt the points of my nipples touching his warm, naked flesh for the first time, my knees almost buckled with the thrill.
“I want you so much. Look – I can hardly stand up.”
“Come and lie down then.”
We moved over towards the bed and he began to remove my jeans in that expert way of his. I, as usual, fumbled with his belt before struggling to unfasten his button. He laughed softly.
“You need some practice.”
“I know. You need to give me some.”
“I intend to.”
By now I could see his erection holding his boxers out in front of him. Boxers were something I didn’t have a problem removing, and as he’d already taken charge of my thong, I saw no reason to let them stay in my way a moment longer than necessary.
“Mmm. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about your cock today?”
“How many?”
“Just once. For about ten hours.”
“Turn round.”
He turned me round so that he was standing behind me, and softly bit the nape of my neck before gently pushing my shoulders forward towards the bed. My arms went out instinctively, and so there I was, presenting my ass to him like a gift. He always loved to do me from behind, and tonight was going to be no exception. As his hard cock entered me, I heard him groan quietly. Whenever we make love, that first moment of entry feels so good that I always want to capture it forever.
As Rob thrust himself in and out of me, he moved us so that we were facing the full-length mirror on the wall next to the bed. Now this was getting interesting.
“Have you ever watched yourself before?”
“Not with someone else.”
“Would you like to?”
“Mmmm.”
In fact, this had been one of my fantasies for a while. I’d always enjoyed masturbating in front of a mirror but I’d never had the chance to watch myself being fucked. My hands were pressed up against the cold glass of the mirror but the sight of Rob behind me, combined with the feeling of his hot dick inside me while his balls gently slapped against my pussy, was a real turn on, and I pushed myself towards him eagerly, wanting every inch.
“Take me to bed. Fuck me hard.”
I make a lot of noise when I’m really horny, and I was getting carried away. God only knows what the guy in the next room was thinking. Still, Rob obliged and moved me back towards the bed, withdrawing himself reluctantly so that I could lie down.
“Isn’t this a bit conventional?”
“Not for us. We don’t usually screw in bed.”
