Disclaimer: This is a story in which a fictional character cheats on his wife. If you find this sort of thing offensive, I recommend not reading any further. You have been warned, so please don't send me feedback or post comments telling me how wrong it is for men to cheat. This is fiction. Although Leylin is based on a real person, to the author's knowledge she has never actually engaged in illicit sexual activities with a married man.
Note: If you haven't already, read Layin' Leylin Ch. 01 & Ch. 02, which are prequels to this story.
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I tried not to disturb Leylin the next morning when I slipped out of bed and got showered and dressed for my training, although she was awake enough to acknowledge when I kissed her before leaving. Phones were off-limits in the training except during breaks, so we communicated just a little during the day, which wasn't intolerable and seemed to build the anticipation for when we'd be together again. The suggestive texts and naughty selfies she sent throughout the day certainly didn't hurt, either.
I returned to the room after the dinner, feeling pretty wiped out but, when I saw her propped up against the headboard with the covers barely concealing her tits, I was reinvigorated. We fucked and licked and sucked until I was completely spent and I'm pretty sure I didn't leave her wanting for any orgasms. Saturday went pretty much the same for me as Friday had, though I did let Leylin know when I had a better idea of when I'd be finished for the day. I was looking forward to our night out in Seattle but I also knew I wanted to get naked with her for a bit first. As it turned out, we didn't both end up getting naked. When I got back to the room with my training all wrapped up, she was waiting and opened the door for me, standing inside wearing some outrageously sexy lingerie.
I stopped in my tracks, wide-eyed with my mouth hanging open as she made no move to hide. She had no reason to anyway, not because the hallway was empty but because she looked fucking incredible and anyone who saw her would have agreed. She was wearing black stockings with very high heels, a black garter belt with red trim, what turned out to be a g-string and a very low-cut bra. I was stiff immediately but stepped inside slowly as I took in what was there before me. She backed up, her tits jiggling and a big smile on her face from my reaction to her. When I was in far enough for her to let go of the door and let it swing shut, I took her in my arms and pulled her against me, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She reciprocated and we made out standing there for a moment before she turned to lead me toward the bed.
"Follow me," she said and, seeing her ass with only the g-string between her cheeks, I would have followed her anywhere. The very high heels I'm sure were also accentuating her already remarkable ass and I followed her like a beacon. I started peeling my clothes off as soon as she turned away from me and, as she crawled onto the bed, I was dropping my briefs, my rigid cock popping out. I got onto the bed behind her and she straightened up on her knees and turned to face me, chuckling as she found me naked.
"Ready are we?" she asked, reaching out to stroke my cock.
"You got it," I replied, "Toss me a couple of those pillows."
"Something different in mind for tonight," she said with raised eyebrows as she handed pillows over to me, "Maybe somebody wasn't focused in his training today."