Stacie was married as was I but we could not keep our hands off of each other. We would routinely find reasons to go to Columbus, she from Cincinnati and me from Cleveland, and meet at one of the dozens of motels at the Grove City highway exit. Whoever made it to Grove City first secured a room and waited for the other—sometimes figuring out a way to set the tone for our rendezvous.
This particular day Stacie got the room, and by the time I arrived 20 minutes later she was spread eagle naked in the middle of a king-sized bed, with an ten inch vibrator shoved up her gaping wet cunt, as she bucked against its nub filled top. She looked at me and never missed a beat, closing her eyes and cumming over and over again. I stood there for about 10 seconds watching her—admiring her sexy beauty—before climbing onto the bed, replacing her hands with mine on the vibrator, and beginning to fuck her by thrusting it into her to the hilt and bending it up and grinding it against her g-spot. At the same time I leaned forward and sucked Stacie’s engorged clit into my mouth, gently securing it with my teeth while flicking it hard with my tongue.
In no time at all Stacie was in a state of perpetual orgasm—not knowing where one ends and the next one begins. Her breathing was shallow yet long groans and gasps of pleasure came from her. At that point I was still dressed and I began to take my tie off and was ready to toss it aside, but instead I took advantage of Stacie’s state of arousal, flipped her over with the vibrator still in her cunt, and tied her hands to the bed’s iron head board. Stacie immediately began to hump against the vibrator, offering her sexy ass up as a prize. Instead of loving her ass, I slapped it, sucked on it, and now naked and hard, fucked it.