Guilt, guilt, guilt. Could she really do it? How could she not? Although she was scared to death her body won over her head and the pieces of her plan started falling into place. Business would bring her lover back to the East Coast in just 3 weeks, coincidence or not it was the perfect opportunity. He was going to be just an hour and a half away, 90 minutes, 143 short miles instead of thousands, alone in a gorgeous hotel in one of the biggest cities in the world. As a divorced man he was free to meet whomever he wanted, she, however, was not. Though it hurt her physically to lie to her husband, the man who had stood beside her for 21 years, in sickness and in health, she knew she had to, or her last days would be spent in regret as the years before. So she was making arrangements for a girls night out and was surprised when he suggested this huge party complex that has 7 different bars all with different themes and conveniently located in the same town that her lover would be visiting.
"I don't know" she replied "that's an awful long drive after a night of partying."
"Why don't you guys stay at the resort there? I know I can get one of those great suites you like." Oh my God, did he say what she thought he said? This was too good to be true! Could he really have just given her an excuse to be gone not just one evening but an entire 24 hours? A whole night and a whole day locked away from life and reality. 1440 minutes with the man who touched her soul in a way no other has. 86400 seconds of his smell, his touch, his taste and of course his sound, his music. Clink -- another spoke in the plan fell into place. Almost as if fate had stepped in and gave her the OK to go ahead, and in so doing almost gave her the husbands approval she needed so desperately.
"I'll run it by the girls" not specifying whom or how many would be accompanying her. "Thanks honey, it's a great idea! The suite would be perfect. Maybe we could even enjoy the pool and spa before we come home?"
"That sounds fun. Look, get your home girls, an over night bag and go cut loose." He came to her and pulled her close. "This year has been tough baby I want you to get out there and have some fun and RELAX. Get a massage, mani's, pedi's, all the frilly frozen drinks you girls can handle, everything's on me!"
"That really does sound great, babe, thank you." She whispered
She leaned into him breathing in his familiar scent as guilt stabbed her heart. God, how could she do this to him? How could she not? Those 2 damn questions, again. The pain she felt at that moment could only be compared to the pain of not seeing her lover.
They sat there for an hour watching tv the whole time the same words reverberated over and over in her head. How could she? How could she not? Go, and feel the daily sting of guilt; don't go, and feel the stab of regret. Feeling her thighs quiver and her pulse race as all the possible scenarios played repeatedly in her minds eye until finally the screaming in her head sent her to the refrigerator for a glass of wine, she hollered to see if he wanted some but he didn't respond. As she took the first sip she heard the rumble of his snore as he napped where they had been sitting. Closing the fridge she leaned back against its cool strength and brought her hand to her throat feeling her pulse beneath her warm skin pounding with the rhythm that matched the throbbing need she felt in her core. Her hand slipped lower tracing the small scar at the curve of her throat. Her eyes flashed wide as she shook her head... she refused to think of that and let her hand run softly over her belly and hips before cupping her full breast. She drank deeply enjoying the sting of the wine as it traveled down her throat. Soon she would have him and his seed would be taking the same route down her throat. The thought sent her over the edge and she slowly slid down the refrigerator as her hand copied the descent to her sex. She cupped her swollen pussy firmly, already so close to cumming, before dipping her middle finger into her warmth and pulled the moisture up to her hard clit. She circled the nub, brushing lightly over it as she sighed softly, cooing just as she did for him every morning... just as she would be doing for real... live... in person. The wave of her first orgasm rose swiftly while her fingers deftly manipulated her engorged lips until the crest arrived and sent her juices dripping from her sex. Weak from release she once again cupped her mound while she pressed her thighs together firmly.
She was startled awake when the kitchen light snapped on and her eyes snapped shut, a gasp escaped her lips.
