She’d gotten to this point before but somehow it was different. The feeling continued to grow and she felt on the precipice of a place she’d never been. Her whole body was shaking. “Oh my god…oh fuuuuccckkk!” He picked up the intensity and…
Her body heaved, “Oh my god, uhnnnnnnnnn, fuuuuccckkk.” She was so stunned by the orgasm she started to laugh at the wonderful relief, “Oh my god…I can’t believe it…fuck me now, fuck me now!” she pleaded.
He immediately entered her, urgently banging while she fingered herself. “Oh shit, oh shit! I’m cumming again…uhnnnnnnnnnn.” He banged her harder out of sheer manic excitement. She screamed so loud he was afraid the desk clerk would come running but he never stopped.
“Don’t cum in me,” she cautioned him.
He couldn’t hold it any longer and pulled out, shooting his cum over her stomach. He couldn’t help but notice the color of his cum was similar to the creamy color of her skin.
She laid back on the bed and as they agreed, he silently dressed and left, closing the door behind him.
On the drive home he was exhilarated by the sex but moreover the success of her orgasm. He was excited that she was excited. Naturally, all of this was replaced by immense guilt over what he’d just done and, to make it even more complicated, how would he explain this success to Alice?
It was worse with each passing mile until by the time he pulled in his driveway he decided not to mention any of it to her. What would he say? ‘Hey, honey! I had sex with this girl today who couldn’t orgasm and she did!”
Fuck
When he checked the erotica thread he got a private message from ToryM:
‘Thank you sooo much for taking me there today. The feeling was unbelievable. Please come back.’
His dick was screaming yes, yes, yes and his guilt said no, no, no. If it was yes then he would be completing the experiment by presenting himself with some familiarity to see if ToryM’s orgasm was a product of complete anonymity or had she just had an awakening of sorts.
He amused himself by thinking maybe he was the sex whisperer. He’d rent himself out to hundreds of frozen women as a cure but just as quickly realized that he wouldn’t be anonymous anymore.
He decided to go back as a known quantity and see if she could cum again. He private messaged her:
‘I will fuck you again. My name’s Jeff and my wife has the same problem as you’ve had. I needed to find out if anonymity might help her. It seemed to help you. Tomorrow?’
She responded:
‘Yes and it was wonderful. I’ve been afraid to masturbate since I wanted to wait for your return. I was afraid I’d ruin something. See you tomorrow. I’m excited and a little worried. Same motel, same time? No mask.’
Jeff sent her the thumbs up and promptly asked his boss for another day off. That in hand, he fantasized about Tory the rest of the afternoon, daydreaming of getting between those creamy thighs and doing the deed.
At his desk he brought up her picture and ran his hand surreptitiously over the hard-on pushing to get out. His desk was at a position in the room to feel safe unzipping and reaching in…
***
The following day, driving to the motel, he continued stroking his cock in anticipation of seeing her.
Upon arrival the door was once again ajar. Getting out of his car he could see her watching for him. When he pushed the door open she was on the edge of the bed on all fours, fingering her already wet pussy. “Come in and penetrate me.”
He wasted no time on her invitation, tossing his clothes anywhere and doing as instructed.
“Yes, Jeff, fuck my little pussy. Make me cum. Uhnnn,”
His hands held her hips tightly as he slammed into her buttocks with his balls whipping her ass. The level of his desire frightened him and he feared that his motives were much less than pure.
Did he come here for the sake of his marriage or just to fuck this woman?
Slam, slam, slam…she moaned with each approach, entranced with her beautiful curves. He had to force Alice out of his mind and concentrate on Tory. Right now he knew if asked he’d come back and and do her again and again.
He’d have to face himself later for that thought.
“I’m cummmmmiinngg!!!” she screamed. Her head fell on the bed and her back arched as the glorious surge went through her like electricity. “Ohhhhhhhhh, sonofa…Uhnnnnnnnnnn.”
She kept her ass in the air, urging him to join her in ecstasy. He continued to pound her hole. “I love you inside me, Jeff.”
He couldn’t get enough of her. He finished on her satisfied body, spraying his cream across her rear. She smiled.
Letting guilt have the better of the moment he quickly pulled on his clothes like someone was chasing him. “I have to go.”
“Wait, can I talk to you?”
“I’m sorry I have to go.”
“Sit with me for a minute.” She calmed him down and he sat with her on the end of the bed. “You helped me to find my orgasm and knowing you a little bit didn’t seem to change that. I can’t lose you right now. I don’t know why it’s you but it is.”
“That’s great, Tory, but I have to go.”
“You want me, I know it.”
His answer burst out of him. “Yes, I want you! That’s why I have to go. I’m a cheater!”
“No, you’re a healer. Please don’t leave…” She got close to his ear and whispered, “I want you, I need you to fuck me…again.”
He felt himself getting hard. She felt it too and undid his pants. He didn’t try to stop her. For the first time they kissed.
***
As he finally left the motel, before pulling out he saw a man walk in the door he’d just closed. Her husband? There were still only two cars in the lot.
When he got home he didn’t go inside right away, instead he pulled up the erotica site on his phone and read anything added to the thread.
ToryM expressed her joy at being able to unlock the ‘ecstasy’ she’d longed for. ‘Thanks for your amazing help. You know who you are.’
Of course, he felt good that he had helped her. He’d shaken off the lust he felt for Tory as a normal sexual hazard of fucking another man’s wife. What was he supposed to feel? She was hot and making up for lost time. Now if he could just help his own wife.
(End of Part 1)
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