Anne: To say I was stunned was an understatement. I could not fathom that kind of love for a woman who cheated on him, not to mention why he went through such an elaborate scheme to get her to think that he cheated. Hell, he could have. She wanted him to. I could not help but feel an intense attraction for this man. Why couldn't I have found a man like this instead of an asshole who left me to raise a child on my own?
I hated his wife more than I had ever hated anyone, including my ex, and I had never even met her. I could tell this was something that hurt him deeply despite the almost joking way he told me his story. His hazel eyes had sparkled when we met and when he talked about his early relationship with his wife but at the cheating part of the story the sparkle went out. I didn't know what this man wanted from me but in that moment I was ready to do anything for him that he asked.
That's when he gave me his proposal. He wanted to "date" me a few times until someone "caught" us together. I would get a free meal or three and some pleasant company while he played his cheating game. Sensing an opportunity to satisfy some of my own urges I asked him how far he would go with a woman and not consider it actually cheating on his wife, something I had realized he was unwilling to do. Would he be naked with her, no touching? Would he watch her masturbate or masturbate in front of her? I explained that I was a single mother who was not interested in dating until my daughter turned eighteen but still a woman with needs, and I explained that I was a voyeur.
"As long as there is no physical contact I could. I've got to be honest, I find you insanely attractive and I wouldn't mind seeing more of you" he replied, "Hell, I wouldn't mind seeing all of you. Is tomorrow night good for you?"
His grin was infectious. I found myself smiling back at him and said yes. Then I gave him my number and told him to text me with the hotel details. With a smile on my face I headed home.
When I told my daughter I had a date tomorrow she told me that it was about time I dated someone. That night I must have cum five times as I masturbated over and over again thinking about our date. The next day I waited anxiously for his text and when I got it rushed to the hotel to meet him. I was so wet I was afraid it would look like I pissed my pants. He met me at the door to his room and as soon as he let me in I said "Let's do this you sexy hunk."
With a smile I started to strip and after a moment he grinned and took off his clothes as well. I leaned back on the bed and started playing with my pussy with my right hand while pinching my nipples with my left. I was on fire and I could tell by the way he was drinking in the sight of me as he stroked his cock that he was turned on too. My fingers were a blur as I watched him. He looked better without his clothes than with them. He was built without being overly muscular, hairy without looking like a bear rug, and had big strong hands stroking a nice sized cock. His eyes devoured me as I jammed three fingers in my cunt and ached to have his hands on me. My first orgasm surprised me how fast it came and how hard it was. My eyes clenched shut and I arched my back trying not to scream as the feeling overwhelmed me. When I looked up he was slumped in the chair opposite the bed, he had cum already. I had missed it!
