Encountering You By Chance
This is a story of make-believe. Names, personalities, institutions, incidents are creations of the writer. Any similarities to actual individuals, public occurrences are pure coincidence. All people involved are above 18 years of age.
Predestined Encounter
Andy grinned as he watched his wife inch towards the mirror while applying her lipstick. She was adorned in a bra and briefs set of black fabric that incited his interest. They were both sensual and enticing with segments of intelligent textiles and lace. The bra sloped frontward, displaying her remarkable cleavage. Andy cherished his view of it in the mirror. Her long dark hair was still wet from the shower.
He murmured, "It's a pity this took place on our 'no kids' weekend, Honey." His smile shimmered with warmth.
Kerri turned towards him with a regretful expression. "I know it's sudden, darling, but the commission for this commercial property is what will make a remarkable change for us." She faced the mirror again and noticed her husband's naked body on the bed. She experienced a profound blend of sadness and desire.
He sighed. "It wouldn't be such a disaster if it wasn't for an entire night."
Kerri stopped applying her lotion and picked up her moisturizing cream instead.
Andy smirked at her. "How about a quickie?"
She smirked back. "If you'd woken up with me, before my shower, the response to that would have been yes." Her eyes fixed on his erection, which was vibrating eagerly. She cast her gaze towards the cream she was holding and smiled. She settled on the mattress and leaned towards her husband. He revelled in her intimate approach.
He lifted a hand. "Wait." Kerri froze above the sheet. She contemplated the sound of her husband's voice as he continued, "Put on the shoes, do please?"
Andy was dependably unpredictable, she thought. She relinquished her plan of wearing the modest three-inch heels and instead, a few seconds later, stepped out of the wardrobe in a set of five-inch platforms in liquid leather.
Andy's eyes widened, and he had to remind himself to breathe. His wife of twelve years was just as desirable at 35. Medium height with a full-figured shape, she could turn heads. Her long jet-black mane alone made many other women envious. The way she appeared in a pair of heels incited his heart to pound. He was the wealthiest person alive.
She twirled around the bed in a walking-on-the-runway gait. "Better?" she murmured.
He could only nod feebly.
She grinned and raised her hand. "Well, they're not simple to put on with lotion, I suppose?" Kerri settled on the bed and leaned towards him, her legs constricted. She reached out with her hand and touched his turgid organ. The lotion had truly warmed to her body warmth, and it felt divine as she tossed it to him.
"When I return, we'll still have a half day, at least. We'll use it by remaining horizontal until Mom and Dad drop the children back off." She pressed her crimson-lipped mouth into an enticing pout. "Consider this a down payment on an afternoon of intensive, rigorous sex."
Her hand closed around his cock and began to stroke him. Andy switched positions, lying flat on his back and moaned softly. "Oh, Honey. I accept that deal with a modification."
Kerri was a real estate agent accustomed to conditions and demands. The slick lotion on his erection emitted squelching noises and she loosened her grip to make it last a little longer. She gazed at him contemplatively. "What, precisely, is your revision?"
Their eyes locked. "I get to undress you from your work ensemble and have you before you shower."
Kerri smiled. "You're not threatening me with a good time." She increased her hand speed and changed her grip so that his glans slid through the V of her index and middle fingers. She prevented beneath his expanded cockhead.
After a few minutes, she witnessed a shudder run through his body and listened to his breathing hitch. "Are you about to come for me, darling?"
He stared at her with desperate eyes and nodded as his climax began to build. "Gosh! Gosh! Oh, Honey... Ah, I'm...phew!" Andy's body jerked off the sheets as his wife's hand tightened on his shaft. His body went tense as she slid her grip over his glans. He gasped as his semen surged, shooting a volcanic eruption of hot fluid, over his body, to spatter on his stomach. She massaged him gently as his climax subsided and appreciated her partner's appreciative smile.
Kerri got up and retrieved a hand towel from the bathroom. She bent over her companion and handed it to him. "That should see you through until tomorrow."
Andy inhaled deeply and took it. "I assent you hold a black belt in that, love."
Kerri giggled loudly and then made a sincere expression. "Our cock-fu prowess is impeccable!" she announced in a deep voice.
When Kerri arrived at work, she sensed something was amiss. Typically, she arrived promptly for significant conferences with clients. She felt that being early engendered the notion that the world revolves around the client, enabling them to become complacent and demanding. Kerri desired them to view this day as just another day at the office, with the understanding that if they didn't commit, there would be someone else the next day to step in.
However, upon entering the parking lot, Susan's petite red Miata was absent. Susan, a junior agent, was responsible for punctuality. She answered her phone as Kerri parked her car.
"Where are you?!" Susan's voice trembled with urgency.
Kerri replied, "I'm here at the office. Where are you and the buyer?"
Fear crept into Susan's voice. "We're at the property. The fire marshal and county planners are also here. Didn't you get the revised itinerary I sent you via text?"
Kerri located the text messages and discovered she hadn't received it. "No, I didn't." She heard Susan mutter a curse on the other end of the call.
Kerri ordered, "If I drive fast, I can arrive in 90 minutes. You must cover for me."
Susan agreed with a briefer response, hanging up afterwards.
The tires of Kerri's 2-year-old Forerunner screeched as she sped out of the parking lot. The original plan entailed office paperwork, a two-hour drive, and a hotel stay before the Sunday morning communal property inspection with potentially impacted or interested parties. They had manipulated circumstances to ensure the presence of fire marshal and other inspectors on a Sunday due to the buyer's request. But apparently, plans had shifted.
Kerrigrit her teeth as she merged onto the expressway and floored the gas.
As it turned out, there were no complications. The buyer himself apologized for the schedule change, and the day concluded without issue. The fifty-acre property and structures were thoroughly reviewed and found to be in a manageable condition.
"I'm sorry, but I need to further inconvenience you," the buyer, a handsome middle-aged Latino named Devon, stated with a frown, readjusting his tie. "Due to family commitments, I'm unavailable tomorrow. Could I entice you into dinner tonight at the Four Palms in Cocoa Beach? My expense. We can wrap up the paperwork and be finished."
Kerri was pleasantly surprised and beamed at the man. "Absolutely. No problem at all!" To her, it was ideal. She would return home to her husband and enjoy the rest of their childless weekend. "That sounds perfect."
Susan had spent the day frantic, attempting to unravel the mix-up. She was relieved. As Kerri's junior agent, she had shown great competence on many occasions but had now made a mistake. Kerri's gaze got serious. "Starting immediately, any major itinerary alterations must involve a phone call. And you keep trying until you reach me."
With a wry smile, Kerri allowed Susan some leeway. "But for today, no harm, no foul."
***
Susan was awestruck when they entered the Four Palms. The cavernous lobby boasted four-story-high granite columns, along with brass and crystal fixtures. The emerald green carpet coincided with intricate subsidiary patterns in lighter hues.
She cast a glance at Kerri, who maintained an aura of sophistication in a black skirt and tapered blazer, topped by a silky white blouse. The athletic shoes she had worn for the inspection were swapped for fashionable heels. While Susan adored Kerri's elegance, she experienced a tinge of jealousy. Her casual ensemble consisting of slacks and a blouse, with minimalist flats, made her feel underdressed.
Somewhat embarrassed, she whispered to Kerri nearby, "How did he manage to secure a reservation here on such short notice? I've heard it's essential to schedule weeks in advance."
Kerri nodded but continued to stare ahead. "Well, as we've observed, he's affluent, and money fosters connections."
Susan whispered in amazement as they entered the Four Palms' luxurious restaurant and bar.
"I apologize once again, ladies, for the sudden change in plans." He gestured toward the two young people sitting at the table. "This is my daughter Alenna and her fiancé, Edward. If we're to blame someone for what happened today, we should point the finger at Edward. This morning, he popped the question to my daughter while the sun was rising over the ocean at the beach."
Alenna's smile would fill a room. She wore a pretty off-the-shoulder floral dress and had a pixie cut.
"Congratulations!" Susan exclaimed excitedly. There were smiles and handshakes all around.
"Alenna is also my lawyer," Devon remarked with pride. "You brought them, right?"
Kerri patted her attaché. "Of course!" The handsome man smiled. "But before we get started on the paperwork, let's have some champagne. After all, we're a long way from home. Tomorrow we fly back." He glanced at Edward, who looked a bit uncomfortable, and then Alenna shot her financé a proud smile. "And then, Edward is in for the wrath of my wife. She's not happy about this sudden proposal far from home."
Edward shrugged helplessly. "I'll take my chances," he replied.
Alenna cut in quickly. "Don't be silly, Papa. It was perfectly romantic. The sun was coming up, the ocean lapped at our feet, and we were alone. What more could a girl want?" She gave her financé a proud smile.
Susan was thrilled at the prospect of partying with Devon and his family, but Kerri spoke up. "I'm glad you're happy, but we've got a lot to organize for the wedding. I had to cancel plans with some friends this weekend, and I'd like to get home to my husband."
Alenna grinned and nodded. "Understandable. We'll finish this business, and you can be with your man."
Devon nodded reluctantly. "I suppose." He signaled for the waiter. "Bring us some champagne!"
The champagne and food were fantastic, and after the second of Devon's three toasts to the happy couple, Kerri excused herself to the ladies' room. As she left the lounge, she couldn't help but notice someone walking through the main dining room. It took her a moment to realize it was her husband, Andy.
She was stunned to see Andy dressed in a dark blue suit and a pale blue dress shirt. He looked sharp. He walked to the back of the room, to a big corner booth, where three other men were already seated. They all appeared to be in their thirties - a group of friends. Andy shook hands with all of them before sitting at the end of the booth. A waiter approached their table, and she saw her husband order something - a drink, probably. There were already a few empty pilsner glasses on the table.
Kerri hesitated. She knew Andy was free to do whatever he wanted when she went out of town, and this certainly didn't look suspicious. But something felt off. She couldn't place it. As she debated going or staying, her gaze fell on two women entering the room - high-end prostitutes. They weren't of an ordinary type but rather the elegant and seductive kind.
Her heart sank as both women made their way over to her husband's table. They all greeted Andy, who seemed ultra-comfortable, but the women looked nervous. Kerri felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She was about to turn back to her party when Susan yelled out, "Kerri! Come back, they're ready to order dessert!"
Kerri rose from her spot against the wall and hurried to their table. "I'm sorry I took so long. I... thought I saw someone I knew."
"There's nothing to be worried about," Alenna said reassuringly. "Edward looks a little uncomfortable, but it's just a proposal so far."
When Kerri arrived back at the table, she apologized for her delayed return. "We were just about to order dessert," Alenna said, smiling. "The crѐme brûlée is supposed to be amazing here."
Kerri hesitated before responding and then tightened her jaw. "You know what, I just spoke with my husband, and he's not feeling well. I'm going to remain for dessert," she looked at Devon. "And more champagne?"
The elderly man smoothed down his mustache and grin at her. "Absolutely, more champagne!"
Susan couldn't hold in her feelings. "Yay!" she said, but quietly, now realizing how her voice carried throughout the room.
The festivity continued for an additional hour. Kerri attempted to keep busy, but she had to excuse herself once. She just couldn't help it.
Upon finding a secluded spot, she was there to witness her husband stand up and her breath caught in her throat when he assisted the blonde in exiting the booth. She breathed a sigh of relief when one of the other men, rose and guided the young beauty away from the room, with a wide grin and an excited expression on his face.
The other two of her husband's friends were making lewd comments to the curly-haired young woman.
Finally, she returned to the table as everyone was finishing up. Devon approached her and proffered his hand. "Kerri, it was a pleasure working with you on this deal. The entire process has been pleasurable." Devon spoke elegantly. He slightly bowed as he shook hands with both women.
Alenna smiled and did the same. "I'm so sorry your husband is feeling too sick to enjoy the rest of the night with you." She looked at her fiancé. "I'll be more fortunate, I believe."
Edward nodded enthusiastically at his dark-haired bride-to-be.
Kerri bent down to Susan and whispered in her ear. "Hang back and then meet me in the ladies' lounge."
Susan anxiously raised an eyebrow as Kerri stepped away.
Susan anxiously awaited in the ladies' lounge; a small cozy space connected to the ladies' restroom. She glanced at her phone to check the time. She was astounded when Kerri emerged from the women's restroom, appearing incredibly attractive.
Kerri had eliminated her blouse, wearing only the jacket over her bra. The jacket buttoned at the ideal spot to conceal the bra. Several inches of sensuous cleavage were prominently displayed. She'd added more makeup and resembled a sultry woman prepared for a sensual night out. She'd additionally raised her skirt a few inches, displaying her curvaceous legs.
"Jesus, Kerri, what the hell is going on? Are you not going to do something foolish, are you?" she questioned with concern.
Kerri laughed. "No. It's all fine. Andy is at the restaurant. I'm going to surprise him."
Susan exhaled in relief and then ogled the exposed cleavage before her. "You'll definitely surprise him."
"Take this," Kerri said and passed Susan her case, which held the legal documents for the property deal and her blouse. "I'll see you on Monday morning."
The young brunette cordially smiled. "You'd better divulge every detail to me."
Kerri nodded and smiled back.
Anton was not enjoying his night. He approached the bar rather dejectedly. First, only two women had taken them up on their invitation to join them, and then Blaze seemed to be doing much better with the redhead than he was. Tate had already led the blonde upstairs.
He signed. If he'd known he wasn't going to fulfill his desires, he would have done that at home with his wife. He stepped up to the bar and ordered himself another Jack and Coke. Once the bartender left, Anton gasped. A stunning brunette stepped up beside him. He noticed her reflection in the bar's mirror, and she was observing him in the same mirror.
She beamed. "Seems like you guys are having quite the party over there," she said softly. She turned towards him and placed her elbow on the bar. A small purse on a gold chain hung from her wrist.
Anton turned and could not help but let his eyes roam over the captivating woman before him. She was of medium height in her heels and her dark hair flowed down her shoulders in flattering curls. Her eye makeup was bold and smoky. He forced himself not to stare at the tantalizing cleavage she proudly presented.
The bartender returned with the Jack and Coke, and the breathtaking woman looked at him. "I'll take a lemon drop martini, thanks."
"I um... yeah. I'm just out with some pals." He tried to say nonchalantly. On the inside, he was a ball of nerves. This woman was far outside his league. But she was speaking to him. She could have approached someone else. "How about you? Are you here with anyone?"
She grinned seductively and shook her head, before pulling her hair over her shoulder."Nope, just out looking for some fun."
A lady smiled at me and nodded her head. "Thank you, Anton," she said sweetly. She didn't give her name, but Anton didn't seem to care.
His heart was beating fast as he turned away and hid his card when the bartender swiped it. "Sure, would you like to join my friends and I?" He pointed towards the corner booth. She gazed around quickly and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her husband walking towards the restrooms.
She gave Anton a bright smile. "I'd love to."
I wasn't having a good evening either. My new companions weren't the kind of people I usually hung out with. After drying my hands, I left the restroom. As I looked at the table, I thought about leaving, but I saw my wife sitting between Anton and Blaze. Blaze was still talking to the redhead in the green dress. I nearly fell when I recognized my wife, who was smiling brightly at Anton.
I walked up to the table in disbelief. It seemed like she was wearing the same clothes as when she left the house. She noticed me and gave me an engaging smile. Anton also saw me and looked at Anton.
"Hey, Andy! This is..." I realized I hadn't asked her name. "So, what's your name, pretty lady?"
She smiled at me and then at Andy. She extended her hand towards me. "Call me Peaches."
I reached out and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you... Peaches." I wasn't sure what was happening, but I was curious to find out.
Blaze spoke up, looking at Peaches' hand. "You seem like a woman up to no good, with your wedding rings on."
I didn't look at her hand, but at her face. She had more makeup than usual. She looked sexy as hell, and that didn't escape Anton. Blaze continued chatting away.
"Are you here on business? Maybe you're looking for some excitement while you're in town?"
As I sat back down, Peaches smiled warmly at Blaze, leaning towards the table. Her jacket flared out, showing off her cleavage. "Something like that," she said with a wicked grin.
Blaze turned to my wife. "Did you guys introduce Crystal?" I asked with a smile. "This is Peaches. She's in the entertainment industry."
The two women shook hands and smiled at each other.
Peaches sat back. "So, are you all work friends?"
Anton spoke up and turned to face her. "Anton, Tate, and I are." He pointed to Andy. "We met Andy this morning on the golf course. We needed a fourth."
Peaches smiled at Anton mischievously and then at me. She reached out, took each man's right hand, examined it, and ran her hand over it. She held her husband's hand last. She smiled and looked at Anton. "He beat all three of you by at least four strokes."
Anton looked upset. "How did you know that just by looking at our hands?!"
Peaches shrugged and smiled coyly. She leaned over and kissed Anton on the cheek. "Better luck next time."
Anton smiled again. "Okay!"
Blaze chuckled. "Actually, he won six hundred dollars. When he heard we had a reservation here tonight, he decided to eat and drink instead."
Peaches looked at me. "Do you lose with as much grace as you win, handsome?"
I smiled at my wife. "I'll let you know."
To take the attention off me, Anton took Peach's hand in his. "Do you like nightclubs? You should see the one we own." He looked at Blaze and himself.
Just as a man and a woman approached the table, Anton exclaimed, "Hey, Tate!" Tate smiled down at everyone, with his eyes resting on Peaches.
"Who is this?" he asked smoothly.
She introduced herself as Peaches, offering her hand in a modest manner.
The leader of this threesome was a tall, handsome man, Kerri observed. He couldn't hide the fact he was checking out her cleavage. He seemed very self-assured.
"Sure you are," he said as he took her hand. Then he directed his attention towards Blaze and the red-haired woman. He tossed the room key on the table. "Who's next?"
Andy observed Blaze, who was evaluating him, before turning to Crystal. He made his decision in favor of the sure thing. "What's your verdict, sweetheart?"
Crystal smiled, wrapping her hands around his arm. "I've been waiting for you to ask!" Blaze nodded for Andy to escort them out.
The newly-introduced woman was called Desiree. Kerri guessed that Desiree had recently touched up her makeup. The waiter returned and more drinks were ordered.
Tate wasn't the majority owner of the club by chance. He was smart and good at reading people. He studied Peaches and the two men, carefully. Anton continued to entertain the brunette with stories about their nightclub and his luxury cars and possessions. Peaches smiled appreciatively, but her gaze kept straying to Andy. The guy seemed comfortable and listened attentively, his left arm looped across the back of the seat.
Tate smirked. He wouldn't bet against Andy. "So, Peaches," he chimed in, interrupting Anton's monologue. "Are you interested in my friends over here? Or maybe me?" His voice lowered a notch.
Peaches chuckled. "I think your fun is already done." She nodded politely at Desiree, who chuckled. Peaches then shifted her attention to Anton. "However, Anton here is very young and very eager. A girl could do worse."
Tate smiled. He could almost feel Anton's heart beating faster. Peaches emptied her martini glass and set it down. "But Andy here. He's got this intensity about him that I find intriguing. And confidence is definitely something to take note of." Their gazes locked, making Desiree giggle.
"Do you have a room here? To show a girl a good time?" she teased Andy.
Everyone heard Anton's quiet utterance. "Aw... man."
Andy smiled. "I can easily get a room."
Tate looked at the empty appetizer plate and Andy's lone beer glass. He cleared his throat. "Since he hasn't even come close to drinking up $600 yet, I'll foot the bill for the room." He addressed Peaches. "The man is an expert golfer."
Tate looked at Andy. "Tell the clerk at the front desk to put the room on my tab. They'll have no problems with this."
Andy nodded with gratitude before walking away. Peaches smiled at Anton and waved. "Later, sweetheart."
Anton lowered his head, slightly disappointed. "I guess I wasn't good-looking enough." He slid out and Peaches followed. They stood face-to-face. She lifted his left hand and brought it up to her chest. Her dainty fingers traced the tan line on his ring finger, which bore a wedding band. She whispered something in his ear and then smiled at Desiree and Tate. "Nice meeting you all."
Everyone watched her walk away, taking in her legs and rear. When she turned the corner, Tate looked at Anton.” What did she say to you?"
Anton looked at Tate in confusion. "She told me to take my wife out somewhere special."
Tate laughed and Anton joined in. "Really? What makes you so certain of that?" Tate's voice hinted at exasperation. Having hired escorts for the night was a matter of convenience, not necessity. He had his fair share of relationships.
Desiree grinned at both men. "Their wedding bands were the same."
Anton's mouth dropped open, and both were startled into silence for a while. Only when Tate couldn't take the confusion anymore, he began to laugh. "By God!"
Tate snickered. "We sure were misled by appearances!"
Andy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his wife, Kerri, waiting patiently for the elevator. He loved how she looked in her professional attire, but today she managed to transform herself into a total hottie. Her skirt was raised a few inches, and oh my, that cleavage! He thought to himself.
As Andy walked up to Kerri, she gave him a cool stare. They didn't exchange words as she stood with one hip propped up and offered him her hand. Andy handed her the hotel room key, and the elevator dinged, indicating it was ready for them.
Kerri pulled him close, pressing him against the elevator's wall. "Andy, I didn't know about the..."
She covered his lips with her hand. "It's a surprise," she whispered. Then their lips met, and she held onto him tightly. Their passion-filled kiss continued until the elevator door opened. An older couple stood in front of them, expecting to use the elevator. Oops, they forgot to press their desired floor.
When they stepped out of the elevator, Kerri pushed Andy towards their room. They entered the hotel room, still wrapped up in each other's embrace. The elevator ride had ignited some serious lust, and now they were ready to take things further.
Kerri pressed her body against the wall and pulled Andy toward her. She looked deep into his eyes and whispered, "Andy, I want you to fuck me like you're paying for it."
A pulsing of intense desire surged through Andy's body, moving him to act. He lifted her skirt, revealing her excitement. Kerri moaned as Andy slid her to the wall. His lips met hers as he pushed his body into her hard, breathing softly in her ear.
His right hand groped her erogenous zone, and she gasped. "It's so wet!" he exclaimed, drawing her back to face him. They kissed passionately as his left hand grasped her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He pressed his lips against her neck, his right hand diving under her black panties.
Slowly, he touched her, feeling her desire grow even stronger. Kerri gasped, raising her legs and wrapping them around him, pulling him in closer.
Andy approached the couch in their spacious room, set beside the bedroom. He gently put her down, then took off his pants. Kerri sat up, and he stopped her. "Kerri, let me," he said, wanting to pretend he was paying for her. Kerri agreed, lying back on the couch as Andy removed her panties. "My darling, you're the one I love."
Once he finished undressing, Andy lay on the couch behind her, pushing her onto her stomach. "Kerri, I love it when you become this passionate," he whispered, lifting her leg over his waist.
To add to their role play, he said, "Oh, here comes the client," and quickly, they sat up as a knock sounded at the door. Kerri opened it, a stranger standing there. "Room service?"
Andy stood behind his wife, amused. "What's on the menu?" the stranger asked.
Kerri smiled and turned to Andy. "Take your money out of my purse," she said.
They played along, Kerri even faking an orgasm as if she was a prostitute performing for money on the couch. The charade ended there, Andy dragging his wife into the bedroom. They kissed deeply before heading to the bed.
In the bedroom, they hopped onto the bed, Kerri's legs still wrapped around him. Andy savored the taste of his wife's confession that he really had been paying for her all along. He hugged her close, loving how genuine she was with him.
Still in the mood, Kerri asked to be dominated a little. "Please, spank me." Andy obliged, kissing the tears formed by her eagerness.
Finally, the fantasy roles melted away as they relaxed into their lovemaking, exchanging kind words that ended with Andy whispering, "I'm home." Kerri smiled happily, the bedroom doors closed in their love
While staring into his eyes, she ran her hand through her moist pussy lips, then put her fingers in her mouth to savor her fluids. "Do you want a taste?" her odd voice inferred. It appeared to be imitating a seductive lady from a TV show.
Andy nodded yes.
She reinserted her fingers into her wet slit and twirled them, causing laughter. "It feels fantastic." She extended her hand, urging Andy to lean forward so he could suck on her fingers. She smiled. "Good boy."
She utilised her fingers to spread her pussy lips open and Andy slid two fingers into her. When she asked, "Wanna observe me while I masturbate?" he yelped and nodded cheerfully. Granted, he'd suggested it before, but she'd always felt self-conscious about doing so and didn't seem to enjoy it. Nonetheless, the person she was now imitating seemed to be having a fine time.
She plunged her fingers right back into her pussy and groaned. "Oh, you're such a naughty boy watching me like this. Check out how wet my intimate spot is?" This unusual voice was getting easier for her to maintain as she grew more immersed in the character.
"I can see it. It's so pretty." He panted.
She blinked at him, "You say that to all the gurls?"
He chuckled. She'd pronounced 'girls' a bit strangely; it sounded like 'goyles', which seemed to be the speech of a mobster's moll from an old film they'd recently seen.
She extended her fingers, pulled her pussy lips apart, and inserted a finger into her bejewelled thong. "I require your tongue on my clit, sweetie," she came across as purring. Her hands held her breasts, underneath her bra, and she firmly squeezed.
Andy crawled closer and began licking her clit as requested. She laughed and her body shook as he flicked at it. "Oh, you're just a naughty boy. Look at your cock, it's so rigid."
He fiddled with his buttons to remove his shirt. He flung it aside and then began removing his underwear.
She tucked a hand beneath her crotch to stroke her folds beneath her panties and nodded acquiescence when he moved toward her. "Do you want to witness me masturbate?"
He gasped and nodded eagerly. It was one of the times he'd desired of her before, but she had always felt uncomfortable doing so. However, whoever she was now imitating at the moment seemed to be enjoying it.
She hid her fingers beneath her panties and turned her gaze up at him. "Can you exhibit self-control?"
He abruptly stopped. One of those evenings where she bid goodbye to her usual tendencies. Kerri was capable of squirting, but she typically avoided doing so given the mess. Instead, she delighted in watching the desire in his eyes as he grinned wildly and curled his fingers towards her G-spot while sucking on her clit.
"What the heck, that's your spot, ohhhh," she groaned. He halted and salivated at the base of his fingers, moistening them for his next move. He increased the speed of his arm's movement, and her cries echoed through his room. His thumbs raced over her clit, and all that remained was a breathless silence.
Peaches' back arched, her mouth agape from the force of her climax. Her legs crumpled to his shoulders, and she could still feel her pussy juices covering his face as she reclined halfway on the couch. Her eyes gazed into his as they shared a sensual kiss. She licked her hand and greedily sucked up her husband's wet fingers.
Peaches stood and sauntered toward the bedroom, her bra discarded behind her. She flung the double doors wide open with a dramatic flair.
Her husband gaped at this different aspect of his wife. He swiftly followed and observed her purple-and-black thong, pearl necklace, and tangerine-and-blue dress. "Why... it's you," he blurted out, realizing the reality of the situation. "Peaches, was that you?"
She strolled over, picked up the discarded dress, tied it around her eyes, and faced him. "Exactly right, hun," she responded.
She wiggled her butt at him. "C'mon honey," she purred. "Come give this bad girl that thick cock."
Their sex life had always been good. After 12 years, they knew how to turn each other on and what it took to make each other climax. It was nevertheless slightly plain; nowhere near the realm of role play or anything like that. Andy wished fervently this would be the kickoff to something new and intriguing for them to explore. Should they spend $400 on a hotel room each time, he'd consider it costs well spent.
He approached, placing his hands on his wife's enticing bottom. There were only a few instances where he could entice her to wear a tight pencil dress outdoors, and he was immensely proud of the attention it drew. Witnessing Anton and Tate ogle her ample cleavage was a thrill. Although, that was all he desired. The excitement was in witnessing them admire her, and then showcasing she belonged to him and him alone.
He pressed his well-endowed member between her open thighs. He could see the moisture beading at her vagina and anus. Andy held the base of his erection and slid it into her slick pussy.
"Is this what the naughty girl desires?" He inquired.
Peaches pressed back against him. "Oh yes darling, give me that rigid cock. My slut craves it."
Andy grinned as he slid his erection into her slowly. He was enchanted by the gentle, alluring voice she was utilizing and hoped it would not be the last time she would. He closed his eyes as she felt his penis penetrate her vagina. He sensed her pelvic muscles gripping his penis. He moaned.
He encircled her hips and forced into her, prompting a gasp from her. This was exciting, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to see her face as they copulated. He pulled out and compelled her to lie on her side. She bore her back to him.
Peaches rolled onto her back, allowing Andy to take both her ankles in his hands and spread her legs wide. She chuckled malevolently while he enjoyed her attractive, sumptuous mammaries. She pinched her nipples as she experienced her husband's erection slide between her folds. She abandoned the cutesy voice and gazed earnestly into his eyes. "Fuck me, darling," she said in her more sultry, voluptuous voice. "I yearn for it."
Andy admired his wife. "I do as well." He pushed his cock into her and she closed her eyes, enjoying the indescribable bliss of their linking. "Yessss!"
Andy put his ankles on the bed and leveraged her legs, embracing her legs around his shoulders. He drove into her with short yet powerful thrusts, causing her pelvis to jerk against his. "Baby, you feel so divine," he whispered to his wife, who gazed back at him and grinned.
Kerri slid her fingernails down his forearms. "Easier! Harder, honey!" Her passionate expression urged that there would be no bounds to her desire.
Andy vise-like gripped her thighs and hammered into her. She arched her neck, gasping at the ceiling. He observed her nails digging into her breasts as she squeezed them once more, something he'd never ceased to take pleasure from.
He plunged into her slick quim with unrestrained zeal, ecstatic that her wetness lessened his own sensitivities. Desiring this to continue, he continued ramming into her. Kerri repositioned her hand and stroked her clitoris. She convulsed as a climax rattled through her body.
Watching his wife panting, he refused to slow down. If possible, he drew her closer. Her eyes met his. "Yes, darling. Cum for me. Devour me." He bared his teeth and drilled into her resolutely, eager to reach his own climax. As fit as he was, he wearily began to tire from the strenuous pace.
His mouth opened as his eyes widened. "Oh Kerri, I'm about to..."
"Yes, darling, do it. I'm nearly there, I'll cum..."
Andy's arms became like steel traps around her thighs. He groaned as his erection swelled within her and blasted out a torrent of semen. Witnessing her ecstatic expression set her off for a second time. Their gazes cemented as they basked in the moment of bliss.
Eventually, they lay beside each other on the bed, breathless. Side by side, they held each other.
After catching his breath, Andy pondered aloud, "I'll be in big trouble when I get home."
Kerri smiled. "Mmm? Why so?"
Andy grinned. "Well, I picked up this hot babe at the hotel today, and she was a terrific fuck."
She giggled. "To be honest, that situation could cause some trouble. However, tonight I believe your wife will forgive you."
Lifting his head, he kissed her gently. "Do you think so?"
She nodded and kissed him back. "Pretty confident."
Kerri awoke early, appreciating the endless hot water, in her opinion, a perk of staying at a hotel. She relished twenty-minute showers. She found herself standing underneath the nozzle, allowing the warm water to flow over her head and down her back.
She smiled upon hearing the shower door open. "It's so nice you could join me, dear."
As Kerri felt her husband's hands move across her body, she knew he wasn't there to cleanse himself. His hands moved to clutch her breasts as his body pressed against her backside. She moaned softly. "Last night was fantastic. You were so enticing. It was fantastic," Andy said softly.
"I was captivated," she replied with a grin. "It most definitely was incredible. We should focus more on making time just for the two of us. Now that our children can visit their grandparents without us."
Kerri recalled the previous night. After they had recovered, they lay in bed together, necking like teenagers for a while. They made love slowly and passionately, coupling once more before dozing off in each other's arms.
She felt her spouse's penis stiffening against her butt. "I completely agree. Perhaps with some of that commission, we could find a secluded retreat? Somewhere where we could run around naked and chase each other through the woods like wild beasts?" His cockhead pressed firmly against her backside. "Somewhere where we could own a peaceful plot on the Withlacoochee River in Sumpter County?"
She pushed her butt against his groin. "What a fantastic idea. I'll start searching for a suitable plot."
Andy's face buried in her neck and made deep kisses where she could feel the tingle. Knowing where this was headed, she exited the water and positioned her legs, allowing him access. Having forgotten about their wager, she sighed as she felt his cock tuck into her pussy. After a few thrusts, he was fully tucked inside her, and she pushed back in anticipation, urging him on.
Andy began panting, uncharacteristically asking, "So, what exactly was the... comment you made to Anton last night?"
Her eyes opened up wide as he repeatedly shoved her into the glass. She prepared for the pounding she knew was coming. She'd completely forgotten about the bet.
"Ugh... are you sure you want to know?" she said, her breathing visible through the mist.
Andy's tempo increased. "Yes."
She answered frankly. "I promised him I'd suck him off in the men's room."
To her surprise, her husband chuckled. "Quite the risky endeavor."
She squeezed her breast, enduring the pain and pleasure together. "You play golf on an official PGA course. Anyone who would bet on a match at a site you rarely frequent would be inexperienced. And you never know when you might face someone with a single-digit handicap." She peered at her husband's face. "You once had a rough day. So, what if... What if it wasn't just a bad day? What would you have done?" She replied with an intensified thrust, making her legs tremble.
She met his eyes. "I suppose... we'll never know," she gasped as his cum filled her.
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