Immediately following the episode in the porn shop I found myself sat behind the wheel of my car, unable to drive and gripping the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles seemed to glow a translucent white. I had sent Louise on ahead of me to the hotel so that I might compose my thoughts after what had to have been THE most incredibly erotic thing in my life. I could not believe how things had developed and, as I replayed the whole thing through my mind, the rational, mature side of me screamed its disgust and anger at what I had done and let be done to Louise.
I was also so incredibly turned on that, had I told Louise to go straight to the hotel room I would most certainly have followed her with the sole intent of satiating my lust filled mind by burying my cock deep into that sweet looking wet pussy of hers. I needed to think, to get back in control.
I am not a bad person....am I?.....but I am a man and a man has needs. I blamed the lack of intimacy at home for the reason I ended up trawling porn on the web to satisfy my sexual urges. I am still none the wiser as to why my wife, Wendy, became disinterested in having sex. I tried to spice things up but it would just annoy her. I would try to engage her in conversation to find out what, if anything was wrong, and all it would do is lead to an argument. Eventually, rather than argue or be unfaithful, I turned to my work ....and online porn.
When this thing with Louise presented itself I was helpless to fight the urges that overwhelmed me. Louise is stunning, sexy, and, as it turns out, a slut. Mind you, although I've had my fair share of blow jobs from Louise, and even managed to fuck her up her arse – something Wendy had never let me try with her – I had not yet fucked Louise's pussy and that, to me, meant I had still been faithful to Wendy. The recent improvement in my home sex life had dampened my enthusiasm for being unfaithful with Louise, but when she came into my office and all but begged me to take advantage of her ....well....what was I supposed to do? I really wanted to fuck Louise and had set out this particular evening to accomplish that very goal.
When I looked at the time I saw that I had already wasted a good 15 minutes wrestling with my conscience and realized that Louise must be wondering what had happened to me. I started up my car and headed for the hotel still unsure of the path I would take.
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When I got to the hotel I quickly found the bar but decided I had to slip into the bathroom first to check that I did not look as unnerved as I felt. I quickly scanned the bar and saw the delightful Louise, side on, sat at a corner table, her hair now up in a fetching pony-tail, talking with a man whom I had never seen before. Louise never saw me as I walked, confused and more than a little scared, to the bathroom where I freshened up, straightened my tie, took a few deep breaths and, gathering up all my bravado, marched out into the bar.
I did my best to maintain a 'neutral' demeanor as I approached Louise's table. The man looked every bit the type of guy I had grown to hate as a young man. Okay, maybe 'hate' is too strong, but I was certainly very jealous and intimidated by his type. I guessed he was easily over 6 foot tall, athletic, ruggedly handsome if you liked that sort of thing, and exuded all the charm and confidence of a guy used to getting his own way. He was probably the Captain of his school football team at one time and, even though I knew nothing about him, I already disliked him and seethed at his presence. I forced a small smile as I stepped up to the table and reached out a hand to grab a chair when suddenly.....
"Sorry buddy, this table is already taken."
The stranger had just glared up and warned me off without having any idea of who I was. I was dumb-founded for a moment and hoped it did not show. My mind raced at this development and as Louise's head began turning toward me, to see to whom this .... this.... interloper was speaking to I knew I had to react. Thankfully, my years as a Bank Manager finally paid off. Mentally I dismissed the man as nothing more than another delinquent loan account holder, a person who had not yet realized that I held all the cards.
Still smiling, I said to Louise, "Would you care to introduce your friend to me, Louise?"
"Oh, Mr. Yearwood, I ...erm ...I was beginning to worry. Where have you been?"
"Do I have to repeat myself, Louise?"
"Oh yes, I'm sorry. This is Tony. We just met. He....he's just visiting and we...erm... were just talking." Her face betrayed her concern. Not fear exactly, but a deep unease. I turned my head to look down on "Tony" and saw he was equally confused and his eyes flitted between Louise and no doubt trying to determine where this was going. I said nothing more and merely sat down at the table between Louise and Tony.
"Perhaps I should go. I can see that I have intruded," offered the interloper.
Then a thought occurred to me. "No. Stay. Let me buy you a drink Tony." I waved for a waiter.
"Actually...Mr. Yearwood is it?..... I think I should go."
"Nonsense, and call me Colin. Why should you leave, after all we already have so much in common." I held my breath as I allowed my statement to sink in, hoping I wasn't going too far.