“Sure is.” I moaned again. My left check was now pressed up against the glass as he pushed into me.
I didn’t know if I was too afraid to turn around, or I just wanted to keep him waiting in anticipation, but we remained like that for what seemed like an eternity. It was just me, and Robert Dorning, pressed up against the soaring 30-foot high glass windows of the presidential suite on Fifth Avenue. Who would have knew it? The whole world was down there below us just going about their days, not realizing the scandalous nature of what was about to occur on the very top floor of the hotel.
“Can I get you another drink?”
I didn’t want to spoil the mood, but I replied, “Sure, what should we have?” I was hoping he wouldn’t say scotch, but whatever it is he said, I would vehemently agree to.
“In the mood for some red wine?”
I was over the moon. “Red wine? Why, you just said the magic words. I would love to have some red wine.”
“Well, we have quite a selection of reds here.”
Apparently, he had taken the liberty of arranging all of this before our little lunch rendezvous, which made me realize that he had been secretly planning this for quite some time now. “How about a Cabernet?” I asked.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. I have a few bottles here of some very rare reds from the late 1990s.”
“Where from?”
“Napa Valley. These wines are exquisite. The owner of the winery is a personal friend of mine.” He popped the bottle of red open with a fancy automated wine bottle opener.
Of course he is, I thought to myself. What billionaire wouldn’t have a friend that owns a sprawling winery in Napa Valley? “Sounds good to me,” I said.
“Here, take a sip of this,” he said as he walked over to hand me an enormous wine glass filled half way with the decadent elixir. I took the glass from him and gave it a quick sniff and a swirl. I had to look the part considering it probably was a very, very expensive bottle of wine.
“And?”
I sipped the wine ever so slowly, allowing it to flicker on my tongue. The wine had these incredible tannins, and as it made its way down my throat, it felt like a smooth velvety concoction lingering for just long enough to symbolize perfection. It was inexplicably good. I looked at him intently after that first sip, giving him an eyeing approval in my lustful stare. “Incredible.” That was all I could say.
“I thought you would think so. At three thousand dollars a bottle, it better be,” he said very coyly. He was certainly good at playing this game of push and pull.
I tried not to choke up the mouthful of wine that I had in my mouth after he said it. Three thousand dollars, I thought to myself. I mean, I have expensive taste, but that takes the cake. “Worth every single last penny, if I might say so myself.” As I looked over at the bar, he had two rows of the bottle lined up. It looks like we were going to be in for some night.
*****
As the wine bottle wound its way down, and he opened the second, we made our way into the bedroom. “This was it,” I thought to myself. He was finally going to be mine. All mine. I had been waiting for this moment for so long that my legs were quivering just thinking about it. I hadn’t felt this kind of lust for a man in years, and like a vulture circling his prey, I was looking to make my kill.
As we walked into the bedroom, just as we were entering through the door, he forcibly grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, and gave me the most passionate, loving kiss. His tongue caressed its way into my mouth, as it did a dance with mine in a perfect synchronized manner. We were entangled, against the wall, and he grabbed my right leg, reaching under my skirt and lifted my knee to his chest. I was in heaven.
I moaned.
He moaned.
He ran his hand up my ankle, around the inner part of my thigh, then slowly made his way down, and down, until he reached the wet, pulsating flesh behind my panties. All the while, he was kissing me in the most erotic manner, and I thought I was going to explode right then and there. He came back up to meet my stare and I threw my arms around his neck, and dove further into a rapturous kiss.
I moaned.
I started undoing my blouse while we were still slammed up against the wall and he was kissing me deeply, and I exposed my large supple breasts that were still harnessed by my bra, and he dove in like a child starved for his mother’s milk. It was incredible. He kissed in and around my bare breasts, pulling my bra just far enough so he could suck on the nipple every now and then, and I was yearning for more.
He led me into the master bedroom of the presidential suite, and clicked a button on the wall that lowered the shades from the ceiling, which darkened the room considerably. I barely had a chance to survey the incredibly decadent room, with a grand fireplace at the far end, which also sported an enormous modern steel poster bed. The luxurious furnishings and finishes in the room were nothing short of exquisite.
He could barely keep his hands off me, and when we got to the bed, he threw me down onto the covers and pressed up against me, pushing his swollen member between my thighs. “You’re still dressed,” I said between breaths. And with that, he rose up off the bed, leaving me lying there, like a dog in heat, and began getting undressed. I had to prop myself up on my elbows to watch this. He was a stunning picture of perfection.
He slowly unbuttoned his blue dress shirt one button at a time, slowly, and almost tauntingly. He looked at me with intent during the entire process. I was in heaven. “My God,” I said. Oops. Did that come out of my mouth? His tanned physique created a beautiful contrast to his crystal blue eyes and gleaming white teeth. I had never seen him with his shirt off before that, just only in pictures.
“You like?” He was clearly amused.
“I like very much,” I had started taking my bra off, as he was lifting his undershirt off his chest, which had hugged his very fit upper-body muscles just perfectly. “Wait, let me do that.” I got up and walked over to him, and slowly began peeling the undershirt off his body. I could feel the heat emanating from his chest, and I began kissing his bare chest slowly, working my way down. He just stood there with the kind of look most men have when you begin working your way down to their swollen member.
He moaned.
I made my way down to his bellybutton, now on my knees and began to undo his belt, and unzip his pants. He had his hands on his hips, just waiting to be immersed in my mouth. Waiting patiently as I kissed all over his body, making my way in and around the belly button as I removed his boxer shorts.
He moaned, again.
I slipped him inside my mouth and began having my way with him, caressing the underside of his balls as I worked his very hard member in and out of my mouth. I let it slip deep down my throat, and as I did, it swelled incredibly in my mouth. It was heaven. I was caressing him with my hands as I sat there on my knees going at him, taking him deeper, and deeper. I was dripping wet at this point. It was like a dream come true.
There was definitely a devil on my shoulder during this whole escapade, and when I get that itch, there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it. And I certainly had the itch, as I took him deeper and faster into my mouth, making him moan over, and over again. Eventually, I slowly removed him from my mouth, and he picked me up and pushed me back onto the bed – I love it when a guy is forceful like that – and he removed my skimpy pink panties and tossed them aside.
He dove in between my legs with a passion, and I tilted my head up to the ceiling as I tried to steady myself on my elbows, my hair whipping back. I moaned, over and over again. He played with the flesh between my legs, taking it into his lips and slowly caressing it back and forth with his tongue. His fingers made their way to meet his mouth, and I was in heaven. My head was tilted back and I was moaning in ecstasy. It was incredible. It was everything that I had ever expected it to be.
After several minutes of diving between my legs he lifted up, and began to kiss me all over, making his way up to my breasts, which he too
k his time on. He kissed my breasts around, and around, finally sucking the nipples into his mouth again. I was creaming for him to mount me at this point.
“Come here,” I said, pulling him up on top of me.
He moaned.
I moaned.
He moved up and mounted me, positioning himself just over me, teasing me with his swollen member as it touched the fleshy lips between my legs. He had raised himself up with his hands so that all of the muscles in his upper torso were visible and protruding from his very fit, tanned physique.
I moaned, again.
He inserted himself, slowly at first. As he did, he dove back down to kiss me, sending his tongue deep into my mouth as both of our bodies arched into one another. He slowly made his way up and down as his tongue played with mine. He held himself up with one hand and gently grabbed my hair from the back of my head and pulled. I arched my back even further, and he inserted himself further into me.
We began going at it. He was moving up and down, faster, and faster, and we were beginning to build up steam. He began kissing my neck, as he thrust himself quicker and quicker inside of me. I was dripping all over him. I was grabbing his back with my hands, my fingers gently raised only slightly, so as not to hurt him with my fingernails. But then, I began scratching and clawing at his back, as he pounded himself into me, over, and over again.
He moaned.
I screamed.
I was in heavy. Ecstasy. I was spilling all over the place as he was kissing me deeply. It was the most incredible feeling as we both began to reach our climax we opened our eyes and looked intently at one another. The drunken haze was at a peak, and we were sweating and dripping as I began to climax, finally letting go and my body shuddered. I was vibrating up and down, in and around, and all over him.
My climax made him moan further. I moaned over, and over again. He kept thrusting into me, harder and harder, going deeper and deeper. Then, he whipped me around and got behind me, reinserting himself, and thrusting harder, and harder. With one hand on my waist, and one holding onto my hair, I had to hold the bed’s headboard to steady myself. He was pounding me harder and harder, until he climaxed, sending his sweet elixir inside me as he groaned deeply. I could feel him filling me and squirting all over, and I was creaming.
I climaxed again.
He flipped me around again, and this time, he looked intently into my eyes and kissed me passionately. Was this real?
“Oh my God,” he said. “That was incredible.”
I just smiled.
“If I had known, this is what I was missing, I would have done this sooner,” he said with a devilish grin as he collapsed on top of me, our bare, heated skin dripping all over one another. I caressed his back as he moaned further, resting his head on my upper chest.
We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
5
When I opened my eyes back up, it had become nighttime. We had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, and he was still fast asleep on the other side of the bed. I could see his large bare back inhale and exhale in a quiet slumber. The mixture of booze and sex must have made him extremely tired.
I had mixed feelings. I guess that always happens after the fact, but this was different. I had just slept with my best friend’s husband, and as much as I had fantasized about it, and wanted it, now I felt some of the regrets that come with the aftermath of doing such a deed.
I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen now. I wasn’t quite sure where we were going to go from here. I knew there was going to be fallout, and a part of me felt sorry for it. But, another part of me didn’t feel sorry for it. And being the psychology buff that I am, I know where this all stems from. I know how the ego is divided into three parts, and the part that solely wants pleasure – it’s called the id – that part seems to be most prevalent in me. It seems to outweigh the authority part of my ego – which is called the superego – and the id always wins for me. Pleasure is what drives me, and as much as it’s gotten me into hot water in the past, it’s what excites me.
I had always lived a boring life for many years. Since I was a little girl, I had always conformed and did what people told me to do. I married, then divorced, and grew bitter, until one day I just snapped. I guess I was tired of trying to live up to people’s standards all the time, and tired of this perfect little world people try to concoct. As I grew more and more tired of it, I could feel myself reaching that breaking point.
When I snapped it felt good – it felt right.
Maybe that’s bad to say, but it’s how I feel. I’m not perfect, and I never professed to be, but that romp with Robert Dorning was incredible. Yes, I felt a little bit bad about it, but if you asked me would I do it again, I would say yes, for sure.
As I was getting up and gathering my things, and putting myself back together, he opened his eyes in the drunken aftermath. I never like the feeling of being hung over, and certainly wasn’t able to keep up with his drinking. I know that his wife has a problem with drinking, and I’m not sure if it’s rubbed off on him, but he could certainly throw them back.
The funny thing is that most people are hypocritical. Most people like to accuse people of being certain things, or doing certain things, when they in fact do that themselves. I certainly like to enjoy some drinks here and there, but overindulging in something is not one of my weak points. I’m pretty balanced overall. Well, except for being quite naughty on occasion. But who wants to be good all the time? I know I certainly don’t.
I guess when you snap, you just snap. That’s what happened for me, and if you’ve ever felt the same way, then you know just what I mean. Sometimes you just have to go after what you want, and that’s just what I did.
“Where are you going?” He was half awake now, and stirring in bed, wanting me to crawl back in with him. This is where you have to make your exit, because you don’t want the man to think he can have you anytime he wants. A little bit of a tease, and off I go, was how I looked at it.
“I have to get going. Plus, Amy will be wanting to see you at home.” Speaking of which, as I checked the messages on my phone, there were several text messages from her and two missed calls.
“Oh, Amy won’t care. She’s too busy doing who knows what right now,” he said.
“She cares. Trust me she cares.” I showed him my phone and the messages from his wife. His faced turned white as a ghost.
Hey, Sara, I need someone to talk to. I can’t get in touch with Robert, and his phone is off. His office said he left in the middle of the day and never came back. Call me.
That was just one of the messages on the phone, and there were more. “Yeah, so I should probably get going now,” I said, as I made my way out of the bedroom, and across the palatial sized living area of the presidential suite.
“Okay, when can I see you again?”
“Let’s talk about it later,” I said. I guess since I had gotten him, it wasn’t all that exciting anymore. I was starting to think about Amy, who up until that day, I thought truly had some sort of disdain for me. Since I was a writer, you would expect your best friend to purchase your books and at least give you some sort of feedback about them. Instead she had lied. But I wasn’t so sure about how I felt about her lies. They weren’t malicious lies. They were just lies that probably covered up some sort of secret jealousy. But I don’t know what she would have to be jealous about; she was the one with the incredible lifestyle, always jetting off to exotic destinations around the world.
I thought about Amy as I descended the elevator to the hotel lobby. I thought about what I was going to say to her, and whether or not I was going to come clean with the truth. I guess I hadn’t really made up my mind. I wasn’t really sure if I was ready to tell her, or whether Robert Dorning should be the one letting her know. Robert Dorning. I guess the name wasn’t all that exciting after all to me once the deed had been done. I guess you could say that I came, I saw, and I conquered. I
smiled to myself as that thought crossed my mind.
The man and the woman, whom I had seen earlier, got onto the elevator on the 47th floor. She looked at me, and smiled this devilish half smile, but wiped it off her face as the man looked to her to say something. I guess she came running back to him, after he probably begged her to meet up again.
Some people just will never learn.
To be continued…
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Thank You
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