I don't tell him no. Not now, not in a thousand years. Slowly I hung up the phone and then looked out the window for some reason. There wasn't anything out there to see, just life on County Road 19 in good old Morrow County. Nothing. Husband's at work for another two hours. Kids at school for another three. I'm supposed to be on my way to work myself, changing bed pans and wiping asses but I called off. Waiting for a call. That call that would give me what I want. What I need. I need fucked and he's back.
Him, my beautiful John. All man in a small package. Back, in town and in my life, waiting for me up at the Knight's Inn. I don't tell this stallion no, I run to him, now, then, forever. I grabbed my bag, keys and hit the door. I'm not wiping asses, I'm going to be a piece of ass. God, I want it. I want him and I want him now.
Up 314, left at Chesterville watching for the cops. I don't need a cheap ticket now. Past the truck stop, making sure that nosy neighbor isn't hanging out watching for gossip. Over the freeway, just a little bit more. Knight's Inn. Room 312. I think my heart was pounding but I didn't care. I need, real bad. I think my body trembled once as I turned in the parking lot. Real bad. Damn, there he is.
Leaning against the door frame, looking so good a woman just has to pull to a stop and appreciate the view. A little heavier than when we met but that's OK, he was too thin then. No gut like hubby Howard. No beer either. Just all man in a small package. All man that can make time blur together with a twinkle of those china blue eyes.
Somehow I got out of the car but I don't really remember. I got into the room but I don't recall that either. The door was shut and locked, the blinds closed and I was in his arms. His lips were on mine. I'm a married woman with six kids and no other man ever kissed me like my John. No other man ever loved me like he does. God, we had so much to talk about and all I knew was my blouse was opened. All I knew was he wanted as much as I did.
God, yes, baby boy, I'm yours. All I could do was hang on as John unhooked my brassiere, pulling off my shirt and then it. He stepped back and appreciated the view. Total heat. Howard's idea of foreplay is grope and stick it in. I felt my underpants go wet as John dropped to his knees and pulled me close to suckle. God, yes, he knows tricks Howard never dreamed of. God, yes, it's all yours, baby boy. All. All blurring together into absolute bliss.
Somehow I was naked, sprawled on the bed, looking up at my incredible lover's body ready to have me. John's a full foot shorter than Howard but three inches longer, if you know what I mean. Bigger around too. I stared at his cock, flame red in its heat and felt my own wetness surge again. He was mouthing my breasts one more time, I was going berserk. Do me, do me, baby boy and God, he was in. He was fucking me.
His cock was like a jackhammer, every push driving deep into my pussy. Every push and another lust grunt from deep in his chest. I hung on and let him go, knowing I was coming all over his shaft. Shit, I didn't care, I had my tubes tied. I was getting it, getting a fucking like no other man ever fucked me. Like my John fucked me every time he'd had me before. Like he was doing me now. Making me come and come again until his cock head finally began to swell. I know I moaned as the head exploded and God, this man can come.
On and on it belched out, pouring semen into me. I didn't give a shit, I'd clean up in a second. I'd gotten fucked, that's what matter, fucked by a real man. Not a beer drinking, pot-bellied louse. A man. A most beautiful man collapsed on top of me, his cock slowly falling out, dragging more of his come as it did. My baby boy, all man. All mine.
