So. When last we left, I had fucked Armando in a performance arts center office and accidentally left my hair clip behind. No big deal but a fun side plot later on and good to remember. Catch up with the full story here.
It was a week later. He had texted me everyday and there may or may not have been some fun sexting somewhere in there. It was another event at the club. Another hotel but with a completely new emphasis. No longer was this strictly about having a place to go so I didn’t need to drive the hour back home. I stood in my bathroom, far more aware of my look then before with my loving, wonderful husband leaned against the door frame watching me with a teasing smirk.
“You know I’m probably going to sleep with another man, tonight, right?”
“And you know I love you,” he shot back.
“You’re ok with this?”
“Are you ok that I’m ok?”
I was of course. I loved this new me, this new us in this new facet of our marriage.
We kissed. It was something completely familiar and grounded. My Mr. Forever as I readied myself for my Mr. Tonight.
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“My Mr. Forever as I readied myself for my Mr. Tonight.”
A few hours later I was checking in at my hotel. There were some commitments I had prior to the event so I figured I’d settle in and then head out. And then I received Armando’s text asking if I was at the hotel already. He wanted to see me. That was good because I wanted to see him.
“But I only have like an hour before I need to go.”
“I’ll be right over,” and sure enough, he lived close enough that I heard his knock about fifteen minutes later. My heart started to flutter. I’d begun to love that feeling: the anticipation, the expected unexpected of what we might do together.
Armando and I talked a bit, just the casual chit chat of two friends. It was still so easy and I appreciated that we hadn’t lost that familiarity. Eventually, of course, we were at the bed and I was caressing his beard as we kissed. I had to go soon so I didn’t expect much else but yet again my stallion surprised me. His hands were at my jeans. I felt them sliding off to reveal a thoroughly wet pair of panties he was supposed to see later that night.
Oh well.
I could feel my pussy throbbing for his touch. His hands were like magic and I needed them at my clit. What a gentleman because he kindly obliged. The underwear slid down my legs and then he was rubbing me. No lube needed. I could hear the slick back and forth of his fingers on my clit bud. I was so close to cumming. My legs began twitching involuntarily. My voice had risen a few octaves. I was so close. And then the asshole slowed and I realized this whole thing had been a fucking tease.
“You…” I tried to speak past the waves of ebbing intensity, “suck.”
“I suck?” He laughed.
“You suck.”
And then of course he had me there again one more time, right before I had to leave which made me late to my appointment.
“You suck!”
We left with plans to meet back at the hotel again after my commitment and before the club event. A good two hours. How would we possibly fill the time? 😉
We were naked on the bed. Armando had this amazing way of moving me around where he wanted me. And apparently, for that round, he liked me from behind. I was on all fours, something I never thought I liked. But this was different. He was different. My hair wrapped up in one hand, I arched back into him as he pounded my ass. I loved his grunts. Armando was not often vocal so when I heard the approval and felt it in the force of his ramming, it was enough to send my head spinning. We finished like that, with his thick dick buried deep in my pussy from behind, filling the condom inside of me.
We lay in each other’s arms, my head on his sweat-slicked shoulder and fingers lazily playing through his chest hair.
We spent some time talking about his plans. Armando was leaving soon for a job. We didn’t have much time left together but it was fine. We both knew this was only a temporary experience.
And then I drifted a bare thigh across his and settled atop him. Poor guy was still tired but I wanted more. We kissed. My lower lips, moist again, sandwiched his semi-limp shaft as I worked my hips to grind and beckon some response. Apparently, it wasn’t happening quick enough because Armando gripped my waist and laid me back down beside him, intent on working me a bit while he revved back up.
So there we were, all the attention of his upper body bent down and directed at my pussy. Which meant with a turn of my head, I had clear and ample view and access to his lower body.
I took him in my mouth and suddenly that limp dick found some renewed energy. I let my tongue work the frenulum. Up and down the head and then more until I was sucking his entire cock. It was then I realized things on his end weren’t as focused as usual.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned and pulled out just in time to drench my breasts with his warm ejaculate.
I said I’d text when leaving and we talked about getting together again that evening.
The club event came and went. I was back at the hotel in a long-sleeve button down and nothing else. I felt so horny. I needed more. But there came no knock at the door. I texted and heard nothing for hours. It was frustrating. We had made plans and then I was left waiting with no word. (PSA stallions: Do NOT leave your vixen horny and waiting after plans were made.)
On the other hand, when he did eventually text me, it was with the greatest regret. He’d been out drinking, got drunk and didn’t want to risk driving. (PSA stallions: Wise move because the last thing anyone needs is another drunk driver on the roads …but maybe still communicate, if plans are going to change.)
It was already 3am by the time I received his text and all opportunity was gone at that point anyway. He did promise to make it up to me.
I smiled, laying there in the hotel, touching myself as I dreamed about all the different ways Armando might fulfill his promise.