He stood outside in the parking lot, staring at the door. Number 69. How appropriate. Adam took a deep breath. What the hell was he doing here? He had a loving wife and three kids at home. He had told Sara that he was going out with the boys. He had never lied to her before. But he needed to be here. To be with her.
Taking a look around the almost empty parking lot, as if waiting for someone to jump out with a camera and yell "gotcha!", Adam walked to the door and inserted the key. He opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dark, except for one lamp lit in the corner. It's dim light barely filled the room. He could make out the king size bed protruding out from the wall on his left. To his right, were two high backed chairs, a small round table and a door he assumed led to the bathroom.
The room was empty. He sighed. Was it in relief or regret? Maybe both. Maybe he should just leave before she arrived. Forget the whole thing.
"Don't turn around."
He heard her sultry voice behind him.
"I didn't think you were here." He said.
"Of course I would be here. I've thought of nothing else for days."
"Me too." He admitted softly.
She put her hands on his shoulders. Caressing them.
"Do you trust me Adam?" She asked, leaning close to his ear. Her breath on his neck sending shivers through his body.
"Y-yes." His voice hitched.
"Then close you eyes."
"Maren"
"I won't do anything that you won't enjoy."
Adam closed his eyes. He had never met her. They worked for the same company. She was a corporate manager and he worked out in the field. They had started out e-mailing each other for company business. That led to personal e-mails which led to phone calls. And now here he was. At a Motel Six having a secret rendezvous. Cheating on his wife of fifteen years.
He felt her hands on him. Rubbing his shoulders. Sliding up and down his back. He felt her move to stand in front of him.
"I have something for you." She said and he felt her press her body close to his. A half mask slipped over his eyes.
"I had my eyes closed."
"Precautions." Maren said, kissing his cheek.
Adam inhaled her scent. Lilacs.
"You smell good." He said, leaning into her.
Maren laughed. Deep. Throaty.
"I want to ask you something Adam. Will you answer me honestly?"
"Yes."
Her fingers went to the buttons on his shirt.
"Have you ever cheated on your wife before?"
One button.
"No."
Two buttons.
"Then why, after fifteen years of marriage, are you here with me?"
Adam took a minute before answering. "You torment me Maren. Your voice haunts me. I know this is wrong. I love my wife."
"And I love my husband. I'm not asking you to leave her and I'm not leaving Kevin. But we have a connection Adam. A strong, sexual connection. I haven't felt this with anyone else. Including my husband. I don't want anything from you beyond these couple of hours."
"What if tonight's not enough?" He voiced the question that nagged at the back of his mind.
"It has to be."
Three buttons.
Adam needed to touch her. He lifted his hands and felt her back away.
"No touching." Maren told him, freeing two more buttons.
"Maren." Her name came out on a heavy sigh. "You're killing me."
"Then you're about to die a happy man."
The last button was free and Maren slid her hands inside his shirt and up his bare chest.
Adam sucked in his breath. Her hands felt like heaven on his body. She ran her palms up his ribcage, over his nipples to this shoulders. His shirt fell to the floor.
"So strong." She whispered, her hands continuing to caress him.
"You're driving me crazy." He said through clenched teeth. His body tense.
"I'm glad you showed up tonight." Maren said against his lips. "I thought you might have changed your mind." She licked and nibbled on his lips and jaw.
"I almost did."
"But..." She prompted.
"I couldn't stay away." He admitted, almost grudgingly.
Maren continued to lick and kiss her way down his neck, across his chest and down his stomach. Adam's stomach muscles tensed when he felt her fingers at the waistband of his pants.
"I have wanted to do this for a very long time." Maren said, her breath tickling his skin.
Slowly, she undid his pants and slipped them and his briefs, down his legs. She helped him with his shoes and socks. He stood naked before her. Naked and very aroused. And very big.
Maren stood and took his arm. She led him to one of the chairs he noticed earlier. She sat him down with gentle hands at his shoulders. Then she was gone. She said nothing. Adam listened intently for any sound. He was tempted to rip the mask off. But without his sight, everything was intensified.
Only seconds ticked by. But it felt like hours. Then he felt her. She slid her hands up his thighs, lightly raking her nails over his sensitive skin. Adam jerked in response. His entire body strung tight. He hated not being able to see her. To know what she was going to do next. Would she take him into her mouth? Run her tongue the length of him? The anticipation was killing him. He opened his mouth to ask her, when he felt her move between his thighs.
Adam melted when she took the tip of him into her mouth. Her tongue swirling the ridge of him. He groaned and leaned his head back against the chair. She slowly lowered her mouth over him. Taking him in deep. Adam almost came. Fifteen years! He hadn't felt a woman's mouth on him in fifteen years. This was heaven.
Maren licked and stroked. She took him in deep and sucked. Adam growled. His hips arched off the chair.
"Enjoying this?" Maren asked, her breath fanning his throbbing cock.
"Yesss!" He hissed.
"If you want this to last, don't come."
"I can't promise anything."
Maren laughed. Low and sultry. Then she took him back into her mouth. Her hand massaged his balls as her mouth sucked on him. Her tongue swirled over the underside of his cock. Her other hand gripped the base of him as she licked him like a lollipop. God, she gave good head. He wanted to prolong this, but she was just too damn good.
"I need to touch you. Please." Without waiting for an answer, Adam's hand fisted in her hair.
She continued to fondle him with her hands as he guided her mouth over him. His hips bucked as he felt his orgasm building. Maren moved faster over him. Her mouth and hands working on him. His balls tightened and his cock went rigid.
"Ahhh!" Adam threw his head back and spurted violently into her mouth. Maren swallowed every last drop. Her tongue swirled around the tiny hole, licking him clean.
"Hmmmm."
"Maren?" Adam said her name after he caught his breath.
"You can take your mask off now."
Adam slowly raised his hand and lifted the mask off. He looked down at Maren.
"I'm not beautiful. Or skinny. But I am yours."
Adam stared down at the naked woman kneeling between his legs.
Not beautiful?
Was she serious? She had to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. Her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. Wispy bangs fringed her forehead. Her face was round with a dimple in one cheek as she smiled up at him. Her green eyes sparkled and her lips glistened. Her breasts were full above her rounded stomach. To him, she was beautiful. And real. She spoke what was on her mind. And she made him laugh. He hardly laughed anymore. If it wasn't for his kids, he wasn't sure he would still be with Sara. He felt comfortable with her but the "spark" was gone. Their sex life had become routine. When they had sex. Adam loved eating her out but a little reciprocation would be nice.
And then there was Maren. Just e-mailing her had made him hard. And her voice! He had made a habit of visiting the men's room after their conversations. They laughed, joked and flirted. It had all been innocent. In the beginning. Just killing time during a slow ten hour work day. But soon it became more. He couldn't wait until she got to work. He would e-mail her as soon as it turned 9:00. And in the afternoon, he had to hear her voice before he left. He had spent many an evening jerking off to the memory of her voice. He couldn't wait for the weekend to end to talk to her again.
He still couldn't believe the first time he mentioned having sex. With her. It had just slipped out. Maren had been silent. At first he thought he had offended her. But after a few awkward minutes of silence, she had admitted thinking the same thing for weeks. And that sent him over the edge. Just knowing that she felt the same way, had him hard and ready to burst.
"You're beautiful Maren. More than I ever imagined."
"Have you imagined me often?" She asked in the sultry voice he loved.
"Hell yes! I've imagined you just like this."
"Just like this?" She asked, arching a questioning eyebrow.
"Actually, it was more like spread-eagle on the bed while I had my wicked way with you." He admitted with a grin.
"Really?" She sounded hopeful.
