Friday night traffic on the Interstate was at a crawl, and it looked as though I would be later than usual getting home. It was shaping up to be a less than perfect ending to a less than perfect week.
Things had looked bright enough on Monday morning, and it seemed like I would have a good week of sales. But, on Monday afternoon, an appointment for a large account was indefinitely postponed, and things went straight downhill from there. It was a Murphy’s Law kind of week punctuated with car trouble, canceled flights, and canceled appointments. Frankly, I hadn’t had that great of a quarter, and this week had been my last chance to salvage my production numbers. Saying I was disappointed about how things turned out was gross understatement.
I had been edgy at home, and I knew I had to be getting on Jan’s nerves. I certainly had not been good company, and one catastrophe after another during the course of this week had done little to improve my disposition. All I wanted to do at this point was get home and unwind, grab a beer and watch some TV. I knew that an apology to Jan was probably in order, and I gave some thought to stopping to pick up some flowers on the way home, a kind of peace offering to my beautiful wife. But, for the moment, I was stuck staring out through the windshield, watching the mass of humanity trying to get out of the sweltering city as quickly as possible.
I was pretty much lost in thought, and feeling sorry for myself, when the cell phone rang. It was Jan. “Hi, babe,” I answered.
“Where are you? Have you left your office yet?
“About 45 minutes ago, but I haven’t gotten very far. Traffic is pretty much at a standstill. I can’t imagine it will take me less than another hour to get home,” I replied. “I haven’t even made it to the first exit, yet.”
“How would you like to take me out to dinner tonight?”
In all honesty, I was not thrilled with the prospect, but maybe dinner was a better way than flowers to say I was sorry. “What did you have in mind? The Tavern? I could call and see if they have a table for around 7:30.”
“I had something different in mind,” she replied. “How would you like to meet me downtown instead? It would get you out of that lousy traffic a lot sooner.”
“Are you sure you really feel like driving all the way down here tonight? The traffic isn’t as bad coming into town, but it still won’t be any picnic for you, and I hate to put you through that.”
“Actually, I’m already here in town. I decided to catch the new exhibit at the art gallery. I lost track of time and found myself here later than I expected. I’m just glad I caught you before you got too far out of town. Meet me at the Washington House Hotel? I’ve heard the seafood is excellent there!”
Why not, I thought. At least the traffic would be lighter a couple of hours from now. “Yeah, that works for me. That’s that place down on the river isn’t it?” I asked. “I can get off at the next exit, swing back downtown, and be there in 20 minutes. How about you?”
“I’m already there,” she laughed. “I’ll get us a table.”
It ended up taking closer to a half an hour, but I made it. I saw Jan’s car in the parking lot, and I managed to park next to it. The restaurant was off the main hotel lobby, and I found Jan seated in a quiet booth by a window overlooking the river. There was already a bottle of wine on the table, and a full glass waiting for me. Jan’s glass was almost empty.
“I’m two ahead of you. You need to catch up,” she giggled.
I kissed her on the cheek and sat down next to her in the booth. Her scent mixed with the bouquet of the wine, and I turned around to take a closer look at this woman that I loved. I just then noticed that she was dressed up a bit more than I would expect for spending an afternoon browsing around a gallery. She was wearing a dark blue dress that clung to her body’s every curve. The front of the dress plunged, and ample cleavage was quite evident! She was wearing a simple gold chain around her neck that held a small diamond drop I had bought for her on our 10th wedding anniversary. The matching diamond earrings looked striking with her pretty face, her brown hair swept back to show them off to any who would look.
In other words, she looked spectacular. “What are you all dressed up for?” I asked.
“Nothing special. I just felt like wearing something different today, you know, coming into town, the gallery and all of that.” I shrugged it off and decided to just enjoy the way she looked.
Dinner was delightful, although we passed on dessert, and the wine left us with a warm glow. My beautiful wife had left me with a glow as well, one much needed after the miserable week I had just endured. But having Jan with me here, and looking so incredible, was already beginning to ease the tension I had felt when I left the office earlier that evening.
The waiter brought the check just as Jan excused herself to go to the ladies room. When he returned with my credit card and receipt, he also handed me an envelope. “From the lady, sir.”
I tore open the envelope, finding a note and a keycard inside. “Give me 20 minutes and then come on up!” A smile came to my lips as I realized that love of the masters had nothing to do with Jan’s trip into town today. It was love of me! Things were looking up!
I stepped over to the bar and ordered a drink, but the anticipation seemed to bring the clock to a stop, the 20 minutes seeming more like an hour. I tipped the barmaid and headed to the elevator and the 14th floor. Room 1410 was at the end of the hall, and I knocked lightly on the door, admitting myself with the keycard. The hotel room was beautiful, spacious and comfortable in appearance. She was really going all out to make this evening special. The dress she had been wearing was hanging in the closet, and there were rose petals strewn on and around the already turned down bed. A small overnight bag rested on the floor outside of the closet.
“Back here,” she called.
I went back to the bathroom and found her soaking in an oversized tub. She had put a beautifully scented bubble bath in the water, and more of the rose petals floated on the surface. “Wash my back for me?”
She looked absolutely elegant as she rested there, her hair pulled up to keep it dry, the bubbles creeping up over her breasts, although not quite hiding them, and an inviting look on her face.
“Better get out of those clothes, then. You don’t want your suit splashed up, do you?” She was smiling mischievously. I would be a fool to turn down that invitation!
I hung my clothes in the closet, grabbed one of the white terry cloth bathrobes provided by the hotel, and headed back to join Jan. I had reached for the washcloth and body wash when she stopped me. “If you want to wash my back, get out of that robe and into this tub with me.” She sat up straighter to make room for me, lifting her wonderful breasts clear of the bubbles, and I wasted no time shedding the robe and climbing in with her.
I began washing her back with just my hands and the soapy water. Her skin felt smooth and warm under my hands, and I felt more of the tension leave my body. My hands slid down her side and to her hips, and I pulled her back against me. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and the look in her eyes spoke the promise of things to come. I reached around her and began to rub my hands over her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples which I twisted and pulled until they were hard.
At this point, Jan moved toward the other end of the tub, spun around, and then moved back toward me. I had my legs straight out in front of me and to the sides of the tub. She put her legs over the top of mine, wrapped her arms around me, and pulled me close to her, crushing her breasts into my chest. Her lips found mine, and she kissed me hard and long, touching her tongue to mine, scraping her long fingernails down my back. I cupped her breasts in my hands and caressed her nipples lovingly. She moaned and squirmed closer to me, and I knew passion would soon take over.
I felt my cock starting to get hard, stretching out to find her cunt. Her hands found my cock first, and she gently encouraged me to come closer by pulling on it. I reached down and found her cunt, sliding my middle finger up into the wet opening. She clamped down on my finger with her muscles, almost as though she were trying to pull it farther into her. I fingered her cunt, and then used my thumb to start stimulating her clit. She began to moan and writhe as I fondled her. She soon came, her back arching with delight.
Jan reached out and grabbed my cock, pulled herself closer, and then got all the way up on to my lap and impaled herself on me. There was no contented moan this time, just a look of satisfaction as she took all nine of my inches into her cunt. She began moving her hips up and down and back and forth, sometimes grinding on top of my cock with circular motions, driving me nearly out of my mind! I held on to her ass as we pounded together until I could wait no longer, shooting a load of cum up into her snatch. She kissed me fiercely, and then laid there in my arms until my cock had shrunk and plopped out of her.
She washed my cock and balls with her soapy hands, and then hopped out to jump in the shower. “I’ll only be a minute, and then the shower is all yours.”
She was out in just a few minutes, and I stepped in as soon as she was finished. “I’ll be right out,” I said.
“Take your time. Let that hot water run on your neck and shoulders to help get you loosened up. Besides, I have to fix myself up pretty for you, and I need a few minutes for that.”
I told Jan that she already looked fantastic, but she wanted the time, and I gave it to her. I got out of the shower and got dried, slipped back into the bathrobe and went to find her.
She was standing out on the balcony with a glass of wine in her hand, wearing a robe that was the twin to mine. A bottle of wine and glasses had appeared magically on the table, so I filled a glass and joined her in the warm evening air. The view of the city and its lights was beautiful, and romantic, and I was glad to be spending this lovely evening with the woman I loved. We held hands and watched the world going by down below us. We turned and faced each other, taking each other into our arms and sharing a kiss that made me start to twitch. Our bodies strained at the fabric of the robes, and we both knew we would soon be making love again.
“Give me a second,” she said and she disappeared back into the hotel room. It was dark outside, and the balcony was very private, with no way of anyone seeing us. I heard the door open behind me, and Jan rejoined me on the balcony. She had shut off the lights inside the room, but there was enough light from our surroundings that I could still see her quite clearly. The robe was gone, and she was wearing nothing but black lingerie, along with the jewelry she had worn at dinner. Jan’s long legs were encased in thigh-high black stockings, her feet in spiked high heels. Her panties were split crotch, and the peek-a-boo bra left her nipples exposed. Her outfit was completed by long black gloves that reached well above her elbows.
Jan let me look her over as an art lover minutely inspects a fine painting. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me an extremely warm kiss. “Do you like what you see?” she cooed. My cock trying to push its way out of my robe told her all she needed to know.
Her legs were slightly parted, and the split crotch panties gave me easy access to her cunt. My fingers found her clit, and I stroked her gently. I felt her start to respond, but she stopped me, putting both hands on my chest, and saying, “Not yet, my love.”
She untied my robe and pushed it off my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. She crushed me to her again, kissed me, told me how much she loved me, and then asked me to let her show me how much. How could I refuse?
She stepped around behind me and hugged me from the rear. She tweaked my left nipple with her left hand, and slid her right hand down to my once again erect cock, the gloves providing an interesting sensation. She gently stroked me and bit my back while she reached between my legs with the other hand and cupped my balls. I turned toward her and immediately went for her nipples with my hands. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger, and pulled on them gently, eliciting sighs from her. I grabbed a cushion from one of the balcony chairs, knelt down and took her nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking them until they stood well out from the bra. While I was kneeling there I could smell the aroma of her cunt, and I knew I wanted to lick and suck it in the not too distant future. I stood up and Jan dropped to her knees in front of me. One gloved hand encircled my cock while the other gently cradled my balls, gently massaging them. She kissed the head first, and then slowly licked my cock from the base all the way to the tip, pausing at the end to poke the tip of her tongue into its hole.
I was now fully erect, and my cock stood out like a flagpole. This brought a look of delight to Jan’s face, and she wasted no time in sliding her lips down over my cock until she had me completely contained in her mouth. As she slid me back out, her tongue worked magically back and forth along my shaft, and I was becoming more aroused by the second! I knew I would not last too much longer.
Jan stopped, took my cock out of her mouth, and looked up at me. “This is just for you, my love. Look out over the city, and just let go of all of the stress and strain it has caused you. Cum in my mouth, please?”
She briefly kissed the head of my cock again, and then started going down on me with ever increasing speed and enthusiasm. It felt like my cock was a foot down her throat. No longer able to contain myself, I shot a load of cum into her waiting mouth, which she promptly swallowed. She licked up every remaining drop of cum, smiled up at me, and asked me if I was feeling any better.
“Lots,” I replied, very honestly,
We went back inside the hotel room, closing the drapes and turning the lights back on. She walked back to the bathroom to freshen up, and I poured us each another glass of wine. When she came out of the bathroom, I had to run in for a couple of minutes to go and get washed up.
When I came back out, the glasses of wine had been moved to the night stand, and Jan was lying on the bed, looking sexier than ever. She was now naked except for the high heels and the jewelry. Her expression was even more wanton than before, and I realized that although she had just given me the most sensational head I had ever experienced, she had only cum one time, and that was more than an hour and a half earlier. We sipped the wine, kissed and touched each other until I once again felt the blood working its way into my cock. I pulled Jan over to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her. I put her feet on my shoulders, and started to eat her cunt with fervor. I shoved the tip of my tongue as far into her cunt as possible, and flicked it back and forth on her clit. I felt the tension rise in her, and a strong orgasm soon wracked her body. Her cum splashed out on my face and ran down her legs to the crack of her ass. I greedily licked it all up.
I pushed her farther up onto the bed, keeping her on her back. I straddled her face and slowly eased my cock down into her mouth and throat. I bent forward over her, spread her legs, and then plunged my head down between her legs, licking her clit as fast as I could. We were in the classic 69 position, and I hammered my cock into her mouth as though it were a cunt, from time to time going all the way down to the hilt!
She came so hard that her ass lifted off the bed, and a second orgasm followed seconds later. When she would cum, my cock would always throb just a bit as her orgasm turned me on almost as much as did my own. I kept on licking her clit, and she kept on cumming, six times in all.
Jan flipped over on her stomach, and I momentarily admired her well formed ass. I spread her cheeks admiring the puckered little hole. She knew I loved ass, and she had carefully cleaned herself up for me. I spread her cheeks even farther apart, bent down, and rimmed her ass with my tongue. She moaned and squirmed while the tip of my tongue darted in and out of her with increasing speed.
“Now, please,” she begged. “I need to feel you in my cunt again.”
She hopped back down onto the floor and walked around to the foot of the bed, bent over and grabbed the footboard with both hands, effectively bracing herself. I came around behind her and teasingly placed the head of my cock just barely into her steaming, sopping cunt. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me now!”
I rammed my cock all the way home, and she almost collapsed under the thrust. But we were soon in sync, and I slammed into her time and time again while she groaned and moaned and begged me to fuck her harder. She couldn’t quite seem to cum, so she reached back and fingered herself, and that put her over the top. Her whole body shook, but I kept on hammering her and she soon came again, this time without any help from her own hand!
I gave up trying to hold back. I shot another huge load of cum into her cunt, and then collapsed on her back. We were both exhausted and totally spent. We quickly showered and hopped into bed, both of us sleeping very soundly.
We slept until about 10, brunched in the hotel restaurant, and then headed back to our quiet suburban home. We pulled our cars into the garage, and Jan was first to the door. She had her clothes off before she made it to the bedroom.
About the Author
Ben Galloway is an amateur writer that loves women