For all intents and purposes, this is a sequel of sorts of my first story. Those who read the first story know about the affair I had begun with John and how it helped liberate me from the shackles of my life. It takes place after my lunch with my daughter, Beth. She had gone to tell John about the man she had met and how she had already slept with this man. John reacted in bewildered amazement, according to my daughter, cursing at her before leaving the apartment. Beth called me immediately in tears, upset that she had made a mistake. I told her otherwise, that it was for the best. She wanted to follow John and take it all back, hoping that he would give her another chance. Translation, to me it meant that she didn't want to give up the sex. I told her to leave him alone and let him be. She would spend the rest of her weekend gathering her things and leaving, moving in with one of her friends from work. It turned out that John would finish the month at the apartment before leaving himself. After hanging up the phone with my daughter, I felt a flame flicker within me which aroused more than just my suspicions. I didn't know where John had gone, but I knew exactly where I wanted him to be.
I had done little more than get off the phone when there was pounding at my hotel room door. I was surprised because only three people knew I was here. Beth, my husband, and John. I grew excited and wet as I rose from the sofa and walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw him there. My God, he looked like a predatory fiend. Rage and anger dominated his features. It excited me. My pulse quickened and my breath came in short, tried gasps. Fumbling with the door lock, I wanted to let him in. I wanted our naked bodies to recapture the fire we had shared earlier in the week.
He burst through the door, the moment he had heard the doorknob turn. I was forced backward by the quick and brutal swinging of the door. He slammed it behind him. I admit to being nervous at the time. I had never seen this intensity in him or another man before. The situation made me both fearful and horny at the same time. It was something new to my experience.
John reached out for me and pulled me to him. His lips forced themselves upon me. In my shock, I resisted at first but would quickly give myself to him. He was forceful and bold with me from the moment that our bodies slammed against one another. I felt his rapidly beating heart under his shirt fight against bone and skin to find freedom. That was not the only thing that was fighting against something. His cock pressed hard against his shorts. It was evident what he felt.
I was dressed in a form fitting sundress. The sandals I wore nearly evened the height discrepency between us. He pressed harder against, his cock straining against me. It desired freedom. I desired it. As he assaulted my lips and tongue, my hands slipped to his waist and unbuttoned his plaid shorts. They fell to the ground, followed by his boxers. My hand immediately wrapped around his hardened cock, relishing in it's soft flesh and the way it fought against my possessive touch.
Slowly, I stroked the length of him. We had shared a lot of passion during the course of the week but most to all of it was about him pleasing me. I scarcely was able to explore him. I was taking the chance to do so now. I felt naughty, like a teacher who was fucking one of her legal aged students in the classroom, enjoying it but afraid of getting found out. I don't know why. Perhaps it was because I was still married. Maybe it was because my daughter was less than five minutes away. Maybe it was because I wanted John so much that everything else in my life at that moment was being shamefully hidden from sight or view.
His teeth bit into my neck quite fast and hard. I squeezed his cock hard and he moaned. Lips trailed down my neck to my collar bone, teasing the boundaries of my sundress. He ignored it completely and his teeth found my taut nipples from under my bra and they raked across them soft and hard. The intent was known to me.
Together, we fell backwards against the wall. We continued to kiss, fight, and writhe against one another as we slid along it's edge. When we finally hit empty space, he pulled me up and against him. One of his arms wrapped itself around me to keep me close while the other reached for the hand that was stroking his cock. Pulling it away, his grip was harsh and demanding. I smiled in delight at his aggression. My belly tingled with nervous anticipation. It was more akin to a fantasy rather than reality. I knew that the sex we shared before Beth came home was real. Surreal at the time, but real nonetheless. I had never intended for this to happen again. Never thought it would, but I will admit to fantasizing about it.
That is what threw me for a wild loop. I never imagined that he would come to my hotel room and seek me out. My God, he never asked me if I wanted another go. He just came and took what he wanted. It was another new experience for me, for someone to want me so much that they would just take me. I realized that he was just mad and that I was the closest thing he had to a friend there, but I didn't care. I gave myself to him.
John pulled away from me and hastily pulled his shirt off, leaving him naked before me. I smiled and motioned him to come back to me with my finger, very much like the coy girl in the sex scene of a movie. He reached for me instead and pulled me to him. I slammed into his chest, where our mouths connected perfectly. There was hunger and desire in both of our pursuits of the other. My arms clinged to his shoulders as I leaned as much as I could into him. The fire within me that he had helped to kindle and politely nurture only yesterday morning had returned. It was rapidly taking over me. My hands drew over his shoulders and over onto his back. My nails dug hard into his shoulder blades as I imparted my desire onto his body. He noticably moaned and reeled back at the act. His eyes narrowed on me as he shoved me away. I didn't know what he was going to do next. I feared I had gone too far. I was going to apologize to him until he reached for the straps of my sundress and gave the fabric a quick and hard pull. There was a ripping of fabric as he continued to rip it off my body. I stood there like a fool, amazed and in shock over what was happening to me. It wasn't until he pulled at the band between the cups of my bra and yanked the garment off of me that I realized the excitement in my position.
I hardly had time to take in the assault on my being when John pulled me to him and hoisted me into his arms. I began to wildly kiss his neck. He laid me down on the bed and I quickly sat up and came before him. I rose to my knees as he came to the side of the bed. His intent was lay next to me. I wasn't going to have it. Not yet.
