I check into the hotel, telling the reservation clerk that my wife will be joining me later, and to please save a key for her. We've set this all up beforehand, and I've checked in using your last name, knowing that the clerk will ask for your I.D. before she will give you the key. I ride the elevator up to the 21st floor, turning to the right as I get off the elevator. I think to myself that you are probably dropping your husband at the airport just about now, and should be here in about half an hour.
I insert the card key and enter the dark room, turning on only a lamp over the bed. I draw the curtains, looking out onto the lights of the city as they close. I go to the bathroom and pee, rinse my mouth, and wash my face. I sit on the side of the king-size bed, undress, and climb under the covers. I reach up and turn out the light, ready to wait for you to creep quietly into the room and join me in bed.
I lie here in darkness, thinking about you and I feel my penis stir. I know that you will be here soon and I will smell you and taste you and feel the warmth of your skin on mine. I will touch you in many secret places. I will bring you pleasure and feel love for you. I will hold you and kiss you, I will ejaculate into you and you will absorb my cum and I will become a part of you. And as I taste you and lap at the juices our lovemaking create in your vagina, I too will absorb your liquid and you will become part of me.
I roll over and press my hard penis against the cool sheet. I want to masturbate. I am already very turned on. I can't masturbate. I must wait for you and be ready for you when you arrive. Will you want me to enter you right away, then begin anew with foreplay until we couple again? Or will you want an hour of foreplay before I enter you. I do not know. It is always different. I can't read your moods, only react to what you ask of me.
I look at the clock. Ten minutes have passed already. Where are you now? Downstairs at the desk? Still in traffic? This is such a perfect setup. No chance of being caught. Your husband taking the red-eye to New York for a week's business. Only natural to hire the overnight sitter to stay with the kids while you take him to the airport. The overnight sitter is already asleep and will not know whether you return right away or hours later. We have hours. Hours to make love while your husband is in the air, gone and forgotten. Hours to feel your silky skin against mine, to hold your breasts and suckle your nipples, and taste your thick lubrication as I kiss and lick and suck at your cunt. I wish you were already here.
What time is it now? I roll over onto my back and eye the clock again. Fifteen minutes now. I close my eyes, and I see you. I see you in your red teddy, the one with the snaps in the crotch. I love to open the snaps with my teeth. When you wear panties I love to pull them aside and lick your slick cunt. Last time you shaved it for me. I licked it until it was raw. You begged me to stop. You begged me to fuck you. You called my name over and over as I drove into you in long, deep, pounding strokes. You came before me. And you came with me. And you came again when we were finished and I lay on top of you, my penis shrinking within you. I felt the muscles of your vagina clamp on my withering dick as you came again even though we had stopped moving.