Gun to my head, if I had to pick odds, I would have said 50/50.

I knew she was nervous, she had been clear from her messaging all day that this was outside her usual realm of possibilities.

‘I don’t know if I should do this… I’m sorry’ came her message as I sat in the carpark of her hotel.

‘You shouldn’t’ I replied. ‘But I’m here. It’s your call. Just a drink, no expectations’

‘You know it’s not just a drink, we will do more…’ she replied. Before I had a chance to answer, my phone buzzed again.

‘Room 23’

I smirked to myself, grabbing the bottle of wine from the passengers seat and made my way up the external stairs, scanning along the room numbers until I found it, straightening my shirt before knocking lightly.

I could hear her take a few steps then pause, almost hearing her deep breathes and her heart fluttering, before the click of the lock and the door opening, guiding me inside.

She smiled up at me, nervous. Her brown shoulder length hair was straightened and framed her beautiful face, eyes big, brown and bright. She smiled nervously up at me, teeth perfect and white and wore minimalist makeup, her natural beauty deceiving as she looked a solid decade younger than the 42 years she had told me.

Her figure was sexy, hugged loosely by a blue summer dress with small white flowers adorning it. It showed her impressive c cup, her figure athletic from her years of tennis with toned, tanned legs. Even with her mid sized black heels on, she stood about a foot shorter than me and couldn’t have weighed 50kgs soaking wet.

I took of my shoes and followed her into the room, and she graciously accepted the wine, topping up two glasses and explaining how she had already opened one, to calm her nerves but the one I brought was much nicer.

We sat on opposite couches, catching up and laughing like old friends, the nerves from her slowly dissipating as we discussed our jobs and what we liked to do and all the generic things that people talk about on first dates.

As she topped up my glass, I finally broached the more intimate conversation with her.

“So… what brought you to this place and to contact me?” I asked, feeling the climate change as I did so. The wine and relaxation had created the perfect atmosphere to allow her to open up.

“So… obviously I’m married…” she began, before going on to explain how they had been together since they were early 20s, getting married and having 2 kids, now 8 and 11. Their sex life had slowed down and he had put on a bit of weight but they were comfortable and living a happy life.

Until about 6 months ago when she had a sneaking suspicion that was confirmed, discovering he had slept with two other women, prostitutes, while away on business trips.

“I was heartbroken and didn’t understand it” she explained. “It’s not like im ugly. And I love to have sex, I usually initiated it when we did and always wanted more….”

She continued to explain how she initially wanted to revenge fuck someone which is why she created the profile and met me. That desire quickly died off after most of the guys just kept sending dick pics and wanting to meet her in their car in a park somewhere.

They had worked on their marriage and plugged some of the issues up, but for some reason when she found out she was coming to my hometown, she reached out to me, unsure of why.

“I don’t even remember doing it” she admitted. “It was if I was in a trance. I didn’t think we would actually meet up. I guess I just wanted to feel wanted again… plus that picture of you with no shirt on was pretty fucking hot…”

“Thank you” I responded. “And you should feel wanted. Very wanted”

She blushed slightly before questioning why, her nerves and insecurities peeking through once more.

“I just don’t get why. You are 27! Why would you meet up with an old lady like me? You should be out banging girls your age!”

“Barely!” I exclaimed. “You are hot as fuck! And this doesn’t feel like any age gap. You can actually hold a decent conversation and I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, weather anything was to happen or not. Besides all the girls my age are off getting paid by people like your husband to fuck”

I wondered if I’d overstepped the mark, but we both burst out laughing before she told me she needed to use the bathroom. As she got to the door, she didn’t look back, but paused for a moment still wearing the smile and saying.

“You should totally take that shirt off… so I can see if those abs are real…”

I smirked as she shut the door, standing, suddenly nervous myself as I began unbuttoning my shirt. I worked hard at the gym and was reasonably proud of my bulk. I reached the final button in the shirt as she reopened the door.

Her eyes burned with thirst, fixated on my body as she slowly crossed the room. Almost instinctively reaching out to touch my chest, her hand recoiling as if it could burn her.

“It’s okay” I reassured her guiding her hand down from my chest to my stomach as she bit her bottom lip. She had told me if it came to it, I would likely need to take the lead. I decided to shoot my shot.

Taking a half step towards her, I brought my hand up to her jawline, her desperate eyes staring deep into mine. We had an understanding, an intensity, a connection that transcended space and time.

Our lips met, parting as our tongues danced and swirled into each other, a slow, gentle mingling as they explored each other. Each touch increased in passion, our hands delicately exploring each other’s skin.

My left hand found its way to the back of her head, pulling her closer to me. Her arms wrapped around my back and her fingernails gently clawed at me, encouraging my touch. My tongue invaded her mouth and she let out little moan of relief.

My right hand found its way to the back of her dress, expertly unclasping the top button and lowering her zipper down her back. My hand delved inside and I felt her shudder, breaking our kiss.

I pulled her dress wide and let it slide down her figure, her head moving beside my ear as she gasped how badly she wanted me. Our hands continued to explore each other as we pulled each other closer, movements like dancers who had worked countless hours with each other’s movements extensions of their own.

The warmth of our skin together enchanted our minds, both of us in sync with each other as we continued our passionate kissing. My hands grabbed at her ass and i appreciate the appeal of her matching lace black bra and g string set, before reaching back and unclipping her bra.

Our kissing was relentless and passionate, swirling together as her bra fell to the floor, my hand dropping to her ass and grabbing at it roughly and her fingernails dug into my back. She squealed into my mouth as I picked her up, walking her easily over to the bed and gently placing her down on her back with ease, never breaking our connection.

Her legs wrapped naturally around my back, heels digging into me as she drove her pelvis upwards to grind into me. She gasped as her head tilted backwards, her hands shifting from my back to grip at the sheets as a grazed my teeth down her neck like a primal animal.

I growled into her neck as I worked my way down her collarbone, working free of the bond her lower body had on me. My mouth found her pink rosebud nipples, tempting and teasing them until they ached as she groaned and writhed before me, her back arching against the bed.

I began to kiss lower and lowed down her toned stomach, surprised to find the glinting of a belly button piercing against her tanned skin. She only showed a few small stretch marks from her children, whereas in true reality she had a body that would rival a 20 year olds.

As I dropped my face between her legs, she groaned. I smiled to myself, tracing the outline of the damp patch lightly with my forefinger.

“You are so wet…” I cooed as she flushed, almost embarrassed.

“Is it any wonder!” She gushed, biting her bottom lip. “You are so hot! And all the kissing… and touching… this has already lasted longer than my husband would have and you haven’t even touched me yet!”

I smirked to myself, lowering my mouth to her crotch and suckling her juices through the fabric as an appetiser. She gasped. I reached up behind her hips, peeling the fabric of her g string down, enjoying the magnetic bond it held over her slit due to the moisture, before releasing them.

Tossing them aside, I slowly began kissing the inside of her thigh, behind the knee and up towards her sex. Her pussy was absolutely beautiful, with pink puffy lips shaven clean apart from a trimmed brown landing strip above her slit.

As I reached her groin I switched over, repeating the process with her opposing thigh. This time as I reached her groin, I trailed my lips up and down the joint, gently sucking at the sensitive flesh. She groaned as I repeated the process, calling me a tease, amongst other things.

I paid little attention, slowly circling around her lips getting closer and closer to her clit, finally sucking her pleasure button into my mouth and assaulting it with my tongue.

She pulsed and spasmed before me, crying out my name as she gripped the sheets with unbridled instincts. Pausing, i lowered my mouth to her hole, my tongue punching in and out as she flooded my mouth with her juices. I resumed my assault on her clit, her body twisting as she gasped.

“Ohhh fuckkk….Please don’t stop!” She begged, surprise in her voice. Her fingers grasped my hair. “I’m going to cummmmmmm”

She cried out, shaking as she pulsed over and over, her cries turning to whimpers as her fingers gripped my hair, holding me in place. I was relentless, wave after wave of licks before she finally released me from her grasp, shaking on the bed before me.

“Ohhhh my gaaawdddd” she growled, confused, almost in disbelief. “I haven’t…. I haven’t come that fast or hard….. in a long time”

I smiled, proud of myself as I lay beside her. She slowly returned, pulsations and shuddering slowly dissipating as she smiled back at me.

She began kissing down my chest as I rolled to my back, her grin of excitement shining through as she undid my belt and top button, lowering my zipper. She tried to pull my underwear and jeans down, but they became stuck on my bulge.

She reached up and laced her fingers into the top band of my underwear and gasped as she released my cock into the freedom of the world and tugged my pants to the floor leaving me naked.

“Fuck you are big!” She gasped, sliding back up my legs like a python, grabbing the base of my shaft and examining me. I stood at about 9 inches, uncut with a thick base that tapered slightly at mid length with a thick purple head.

She groaned, her tongue flicking out and swirling around the tip, gathering my juices and swallowing them. She then slid the tip into her mouth and massaged its sensitive flesh with the flat of her tongue all around my head.

“It’s so big!” She gasped, excited. She posted up on her elbows and I smiled to myself as she gripped my cock base with both hands, her wedding rings glistening in the light as she attempted to take more into her mouth with each movement, stroking my stump with both hands.

It felt amazing, and her enthusiasm only intensified the situation. As I gasped for pleasure, my balls throbbing, she popped off, and in a way I knew I couldn’t argue with, told me she needed me inside her.

She pulled a string of condoms from her bag, fumbling with it before I held out my hand.

“Sorry” she said, nervous excitement in her voice. “It’s been a while since I’ve used these”

I expertly rolled the rubber sheath over my length, barely having time to guide it all the way to my bases before she had swung her hips over me again, grabbing the base and rubbing my tip along her damp lips, before resting back onto it.

“Ohhhhh…” she groaned as I slid up inside her, about 3/4 of my length, her eyes rolling back in her head as she took several deep breaths. “It’s so wide and big”

I felt her pause, her insides stretching as she adjusted to my girth. She made slow, grinding movements, each stroke falling deeper and deeper onto me as she dropped into a deeper state of pleasure with each movement.

She let out a gasp and a whimper as she dropped to the hilt, her eyes meeting mine as she smiled, proudly. Her grinding movements continued, but slowly switching to more of a bouncing movement, the pace increasing as she adjusted to my length.

Her moans became more pronounced and hurried as she rode me, her teeth gritting and her nails digging into my chest. My right hand rested on her hips, guiding her movements as the fingers of key left hand laced with hers. Her body looked immaculate, her tits bouncing with surprising youthful enthusiasm as she cried out.

“Oh god I’m coming!” She cried as her body began to pulse again. “I can’t believe I’m already coming again on this big cock… ahhhh!!”

Her body lost control, bucking like a wild bronco as she cried my name out, fucking herself on my cock as she rode her waves of orgasm through, collapsing forwards onto my chest, laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked playfully, holding her close and kissing her forehead. I could feel the dampness of her juices flowing down my balls.

“I… I haven’t had two orgasms during sex…. In…. In…..In years!” She exclaimed, surprised but happy.

“Oh and we are only just getting started…” I growled, rolling her to her back. She squealed with excitement before my mouth found hers, smothering her with a deep passionate kiss, my cock remaining inside her through the whole movement.

I began a slow, passionate grind, my cock driving deep and powerful within her as my pelvis ground against her clit. I could feel her invigorated beneath me, her passion like a fire beneath me, erupting with each movement.

Her nails dug into my back only encouraging me as my strokes got deeper and harder. She broke the kiss, tossing her head back as she cried out my name. I felt her tense again, driving deep into her with passion and desire as I powerfucked her through yet another orgasm.

I backed my weight off her, kneeling up slightly as she grinned up at me.

“I’ve never had sex like this…” she giggled. “This is insane!”

“This isn’t sex” I corrected her, grabbing her ankles and spreading her wide. “This is fucking…”

I thrust into her hard and she cried out, her eyes wide with excitement and encouragement.

“Oh yea… yes… YESSS…” she groaned as I increased my pace, my balls slapping against her ass with each stroke. “Fuck that feels so good! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!”

I felt my balls swelling as I continued to pound her, each stroke fanning of an ever expanding flame. As my groans began, I felt my body contract, the swelling sensation within her kicking off yet another orgasm that ripped through her toned body.

It was enough to set me though the final stages of my climax, the warmth emanating from within me as I pounded my few final strokes, my balls contracting as I spurted my  white hot cum into its sheath, before collapsing beside her on the bed.

We lay, panting, speechless yet fully aligned. Our fingers laced together, a sign of mutual respect and understanding as we slowly recovered. I swallowed deeply, before finally moving.

Excusing myself, I slid from the bed and removed and discarded my condom, heading to the bathroom to relieve myself, before sliding back into bed upon my return. We chatted and cuddled, giggling as she smiled.

“That was some of the most amazing sex of my life…” she grinned.

“Was?” I questioned. “As in past tense?”

She looked at me confused. I guided her hand over to my once again firm member.

“You forget what it’s like to be with a 28 year old huh?”

She looked at me confused, then as she felt me groaned.

“Oh” she said, almost surprised. Then the tone changed. “Ohhh….. ohhhhhhhhhhhh”

Her smile was unmistakable, but she bit her lip and then moved the sheets back, her mouth finding me once again as she knelt beside me. Not to be outdone, I reached over to her hips, lifting them over as she squealed and her pussy was positioned over my face as we 69d.

I could feel the vibration as she groaned along my length, her will caving away and allowing me full access to her entire body. She began sucking me in a crazy frenzy before I sucked and licked her clit, overwhelming her body.

She leant forward slightly, taking my balls into her mouth as the refilled under her sensual touch. I couldn’t help myself, looking upwards at the perfect view of her, exposed fully to me.

My tongue delved up, swirling around her asshole. She gasped, not expecting the sensual a sensation. I felt her tense up, her mouth stopping its work on my balls as she tried to reconcile what was happening.

“Holy shittt…” she groaned. “I’ve never done that before…. Oh my… oh fuck…”

Her body twisted against mine, dancing the line between pleasure and being overwhelmed.

As I pulled back for a second to catch my breath, she slid off me, turning.

“I need you again..” she decreed. “I need you to fuck me right now”

I grabbed a condom, sliding it over me as I watched her lay on her back, spreading her legs wide on the edge of the bed as her fingers found her clit and began rubbing.

I split her legs, my hands behind her knees spreading her wide as I stood on the floor off the edge of the bed and slipped into her. There was no warm up this time, as I thrust my full length deep inside her.

She gasped, writhing in pleasure as I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, leaving enough angle between us that she could rub her clit furiously. It only took a dozen or so strokes before her face contorted, eyes wide with intense passion and confusion.

“What the fuckkk” she gasped as it began. “Again…? What the fuckkkkkkkkk!!!”

I powerfucked her through two, powerful orgasms as her fingers worked overtime in massaging her clit. She rode the wave as far as she could before her body twisted free, shuddering on the bed before me.

She giggled, almost out of shock, confusion and awe. I could sense her body not responding to her the way it usually would, that I had hijacked her nervous system and overwhelmed her senses.

She rolled over, presenting her perfect peach to me and wiggling her ass at me.

“Take me from behind!” She insisted, as if I needed any encouragement! “Use me like the slut you have turned me into”

I grabbed her hips, dragging her with a squeal to the edge of the bed and using my legs to force her kneels shoulder width apart as she arched her back slightly. Gripping the base of my trunk, I guided my length to her entranceway, slipping the tip along her slit up and down before sliding inside her.

She let out a groan, mixed with a whimper, the tone telling me that doggystyle hit her just right. I allowed her a a few, controlled pumps before I gripped her by both hips, ready to begin fucking her properly.

As I began pumping her, she looked back over her shoulder with the devil in her soul. I could feel my tip rearranging her insides, each movement causing her to both gasp and groan at the same time.

“Don’t stop!” She decreed with such passion nobody could have denied her. “It feels so fucking good! You are so big! Don’t stop! Fuck me and use me like your slut until you cum! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!”

I pounded her, I could tell she was not used to see lasting this long and she gasped and groaned. My cock ached as it flashed white from the condom as it smashed in and out of her, her asshole, winking at me, still moist from my saliva.

I grunted, her dirty talk getting to me.

“Take that cock you slut” I grunted. “Take it all!”

This only seemed to encourage her, her moans getting louder and louder as I felt her body shudder and explode yet again,screaming as I powefucked her through another orgasm.  I paused for a moment, allowing her to recover before she looked over her shoulder at me once more, almost pissed off.

“I told you not to stop until you came!” She growled, pushing herself back onto me. “Please just keep fucking me! Ruin me!”

I glanced up, seeing a mirror on the opposite wall, so I dragged her down the bed, gently gripping her hair and pulling her head back.

“Is that what you want huh?” I growled. “Then look at yourself in the mirror while you get fucked from behind you cheating slut”

This only seemed to make her more desperate.

“Oh yes! Give it to me harder! Fuck me!” She shouted.

With my left hand bundled up in her hair, I used my right to slap her round ass firmly. She gasped, and in some incomprehensible way, I felt her get even wetter. I repeated the action on the opposite cheek, and as I went to rain down a third blow I knew it would push her over the edge.

I gripped her hip as she came hard yet again, screaming out unabashed as she ground back hard into my length. I watched as her face contorted with pleasure, finally releasing her hair as the first wave subsided.

It wasn’t to allow her to recover though, both lands finding leverage off her hips. She gasped as my movements amplified, accelerating both my depth and intensity of stroke.

It was ruthless and effective, her body bouncing as I pounded her, handprints forming on her ass. She was in a trance as I pummelled her into another overwhelming climax and she fell forward into the bed, our bodies dripping with sweat.

I laid beside her, watching as her eyes span in different directions. She slowly regathered her consciousness as I smiled at her.

“You all right there?” I asked.

“I…i…I don’t know!” She giggled, and we both burst into laughter. “What the fuck…. Like actually! I haven’t had that many orgasms in the past like… year… let alone in one night! I think you have bruised my lungs with that big thing!”

“Sorry!” I giggled playfully.

“Don’t be!” She corrected, reaching out and stroking my face with genuine intimacy. “You truely are a special, special lover”

We shared and intimate and affectionate kiss, before she but her bottom lip.

“There’s something my husband always wanted to do, but it made me feel wrong… slutty. But I want to try it with you… it feels right, the good kind of slutty…”

“Oh yeah?” I asked curiously. “And what’s that?”

She slid down my body and began to lick and suck my swollen, aching balls. She began peeling off the condom, looking up at me square in the eye as she stroked my cock.

“I want you to come on my face…” she whispered, taking me in her mouth.

I groaned, smiling. The soft warmth of her mouth was the polar opposite to the hardcore fucking we had just finished, the intensity only increasing.

“What’s that?” I teased, pretending not to hear her as I sat up to my elbows to get a better look at her work.

“I want you to come on my slutty fucking face” she growled, her passion for sucking me increasing as I stood up over her, the picture of her kneeling before me as she worshipped my cock burning into my core memory bank.

“Are you sure?” I teased, reaching up to stroke my length as she licked my balls that now hung low.

“Please!” She begged me, her hands now tugging gently at my sacks as she pleaded for me to finish. “Please make me your little cumslut! I want it so bad, use my face like I deserve to be used, like your own little whore!”

I felt the warmth erupting from deep within, my body shaking as wave after wave of volcanic activity built within my core, violet hot pleasure passing through my cock as I exploded on her face. She gasped as she felt my ballsack tighten, looking up at me with pure excitement as it pumped through my shaft.

Her eyes never wavered as the first spurt hit her lips, smearing over her left cheek and barely avoided her eye. She adjusted for the second pulse, catching most of it in her mouth.

The next few ropes sprayed everywhere across her face and mouth, leaving her iced like a cake as I finally stumbled, resting against the bed in support against the gravity of the climax. Her face showed her excited happiness as I regathered my breath.

She looked over at herself in the mirror, her grin spreading wide across her cum coated face. She licked her lips and gathered what she could with her tongue before she took her finger and scooped the remaining juices down to her mouth.

I gathered her a warm washcloth from the bathroom and we giggled and smiled as she cleaned herself up. It was natural, affectionate, fun.

She shared a shower together, washing the sweat and juices and sins from each of our bodies. I offered to stay, cuddle her through the night if she wanted, but she conceded it would be best if I left.

“I’m going to sleep like a rock anyway” she smiled, before admitting; “I probably need to process everything before tomorrow and heading home to my family…”

I agreed, sharing a deep hug before departing. When I got to my car I realised it was nearly 2.30am, grateful for a late start at work in the morning.

I woke about 8.30am the next day, wiping the sleep from my eyes as my phone buzzed with a message coming through.

‘Thanks for last night. That was… tremendous. I just found out I will be back in about 6 weeks if you would like to have another… session?’

I smiled to myself, grateful she had just as much fun as I did.

‘I’d love that!’ I replied, following up with ‘no regrets?’

‘None… well maybe one…’

I was perplexed.

‘One?’

‘I wished you had stayed so you could have ruined me all over again this morning!’