Trigger warning: This story involves two married people having an affair with no negative consequences. If that isn't your thing, this isn't your story.
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I've been writing erotic fiction for a little while. I am pretty decent and have some fans (I love you, pervs). A little while back, a fan asked me to write a story with the main character based on her and the scenario based on her fantasy. That is when the trouble started.
Her name is Danni. She is a young vixen from Mississippi. She's married, and her husband is uptight sexually. Her fantasy is to be a wild slut who cheats.
I wrote a story where she talked her fictional fiancé into doing a couples swap. Her fiancé insists they follow a bunch of rules (no degrading talk, no cumming in her mouth, only fucking once, and no making comparisons between him and the other guy), and she proceeds to break each one. She provided a photo for the cover and a few nudes for "reference". She is young and skinny with perky breasts topped with perfect pink nipples and a nice little ass. The story is called "Breaking the Rules."
She loved it, and she responded well to it. She started messaging me about how hot the story made her. She told me she was fantasizing about what we would do together if we ever met, which inevitably led to us discussing meeting in real life.
It was all talk at first. I didn't believe it would happen. Just a couple of "happily" married people exchanging messages about their sexual fantasies. I live in Chicago, and she lives in Mississippi, so there wasn't much chance of meeting.
Then, one day, she messaged me. She has a grandmother who lives in Milwaukee. She was going to be visiting her without her husband. She asked what I thought of her extending her trip a day to visit Chicago.
I was of two minds. Now, I was definitely interested in having sex with her. She is hot, young, and thirsty. On the other hand, we were both married. I wasn't as concerned with her marriage. Given how horny she is and how uptight her husband is, I figured it was more a matter of "when," not "if" she would cheat.
But I was married, too. That being said, it wasn't a perfect marriage. We only had sex about once a month, no matter how much attention and affection I gave her. She had grown distant and spent more and more time at work. I had doubts about her fidelity but no proof of anything.
While the angel and demon on my shoulders debated, she sent me a link to the lingerie she was considering buying. The lingerie was pink and lacey. The panties were what they called "cheeky," which were covering but defined the ass. The bra was called a "basque longline bra." It was like a bustier without as much structure.
My cock hardened, and my conscience shut up. I told her I was in. She let me know the date, and I recommended a hotel. The plan was to meet during the day in two weeks. I told my wife I had an off-site work meeting. Danni told her husband that tickets were cheaper if she left from Chicago instead of Milwaukee.
And there we were, two married people planning to betray our spouses. A couple of adulterers. Cheaters. A fact neither of us could deny. A fact that made both of us horny as fuck.
Whenever I thought about our plan during the two weeks, I got a smile and a bulge in my pants. I kept browsing her pictures and the links to the lingerie she sent. I jacked off to her countless times.
Finally, the day arrived. I got up early and got ready to go to "work" in my crisp white button-down shirt and grey slacks. I kissed my wife and left the house at 7:30 AM to "fight traffic." I drove to a coffee shop and tried to work on my laptop in the morning since we didn't plan to meet until noon. But my mind was elsewhere, so I shut down my computer at 10:00. I walked around the city, got a snack, and mostly checked my watch every ten seconds.
At precisely 11:57, I walked into the hotel bar, where we decided to meet. I was beside myself with excitement. The moment was finally here. She wasn't there yet, so I went up to the bar and ordered a beer. I grabbed a table that allowed me to watch the elevators.
By 12:05, I was starting to panic. Was she blowing me off? Was it all a prank? I started debating at what point I would bail when the elevators opened, and there she was. She wore a light blue bodycon dress with long sleeves and a square neckline. It went to mid-thigh and showed off her deeply tanned legs. She wore matching open-toed, blue stiletto heels. She had her sandy blonde hair down, in a feathered layer cut like a modernized version of Farrah Fawcett. She was gorgeous.
She recognized me quickly and walked toward me. I stood up and hugged her. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, too, which was reassuring. We were both nervous and excited, like school kids on a first date. I pulled out her chair. We exchanged hellos, and I ordered her a drink from the waitress. I couldn't get over her cute Southern accent.
We chatted a little bit. There was a lull in the conversation. She looked at me with a cute little smile and said, "I can't believe I am actually doing this. I have dreamed about it for so long."
"So no second thoughts at all? It's fine if you need to back out at any point."
"No second thoughts from me. I am tired of reading about other people's sexual adventures. I want me own," she said with no hesitation or doubt.
"And you still want me to be rough and dominant with you?" I asked.
"Definitely," she answered. I could see she was breathing harder and getting a little flush.
"Are you already wearing the lingerie you showed me?"
"Yes."
"Good. I am going to need you to take off the panties and hand them to me. Also, end your sentences with 'sir,'" I said in what I hoped sounded like a strong, commanding voice like I had rehearsed in my head.
"Yes, sir," she said with a wicked little smile. She looked around, biting her lip. The bar was almost empty at that time of day. She rose in her seat, giggling. I assumed she would go to the bathroom, but instead, she quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her pink lacy panties to her knees as fast as she could. I did manage to see a quick flash of her hairless pussy. She kicked her feet a little until they fell to her ankles. She bent down and picked them up. She balled them up in her hand and gave them to me.
She was as giddy as a schoolgirl, clearly getting a thrill out of being naughty in public. I unballed her panties and set them on the table where anyone could see them. I wanted to advertise what sort of game we were playing.
"You're so bad," she said. I raised my eyebrows, and she added, "Sir."
My heart was pounding. This was so exciting and going better than I expected.
The waitress appeared and asked us if we wanted another round. I saw her eyes lock on Danni's panties. She had a look of confusion followed by realization. She rolled her eyes with a wry half-smile on her face. I guess as a waitress in a hotel, it's pretty common to stumble upon people in trysts playing sex games. I loved it.
We declined the next round. We were both eager to move the tryst upstairs to Danni's room.
As we finished our drinks, I pulled my chair next to Danni. I looked into her eyes as I slid my hand up her thigh. She sat perfectly still as my hand arrived at the hem of her skirt. She smiled and bit her lip. She parted her legs, inviting me further. My hand accepted the invitation until it was millimeters from her pussy.
I could feel the heat and humidity from her pussy. It was the Everglades down there. I was already getting hard before I put my hand on her thigh. Now, I was rock hard.
Danni's eyes fell to my lap. They bulged at the sight of my bulge. I looked down and was surprised at the tent I was pitching. My slacks were doing nothing to constrain it. Danni timidly placed her hand on my cock, lowering it to my leg. She moaned slightly.
"Sir, you're bigger than my husband," she whispered, her eyes still focused on my crotch. I noticed her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.
My head almost exploded when she said my cock was bigger than her husband's. Looking back, it was probably all talk, just a thing all girls tell their lovers. But at that moment, I felt like a god.
I downed the last of my drink. "Let's go to your room...now," I commanded, stuffing her panties into my pocket.
"Yes, sir," she agreed. God, she was sexy.
