Standing naked in the cavernous master bedroom Salvator's green eyes bounced from the mahogany armoire with brass handles to a dozen or so crystal picture frames pasted with the faces a happy couple. The bedroom was lit by tea candles and smelled of cinnamon and orange potpourri. Stroking his flaccid tool Salvator whispered, "Time to work Papi," He knew the drill; some wealthy married woman wants cayenne and hubby can't deliver so she pays for it. And they always paid well.
Glenda pushed her hair back over her ears as she swallowed straight vodka to murder the butterflies doing flips in her stomach. Peering in the bathroom mirror she saw a middle-aged woman staring back at her and she began to cry. This night was the night of heated arguments and prolonged moments of silence. This night was an intervention that would shatter her vows and break a twenty year commitment. This night scared Glenda the more than anything but she didn't want to disappoint her husband Eddie.
Glenda emerged from the bathroom steeped with vodka confidence wrapped in pearl-colored kimono covering a matching satin teddy; graying chestnut tendrils framed her soft face as she stopped at the side of the bed. Salvator gave her a sly smile as he touched her chin for a kiss. The hair stood up on the backs of her arms when he touched her. Guilt had turned her butterflies to bats.
Salvator felt her body tighten with his touch,
"Relax Mami, relax." But he could feel something was wrong,
"Do you want me to leave?"
Glenda could feel herself moisten, she needed to be touched, but not by him, but exhaling through pursed lips, she forced a whispered, "No."
Salvator lowered her onto the bed and removed her heels. Taking almond oil into his mouth, Salvator swished it around until it was warm. Lifting her feet high he dribbled the oil down between her manicured toes. Glenda tried to resist, but her legs quivered as Sal sucked each toe flickering while pushing his tongue across the sensitive webbing. Glenda dug her fingers deep into the duvet as the sensation made her shoulders inched up around her neck. Her nipples ached for a warm mouth. Her face blushed. She massaged her breasts through her teddy as fat tears fell from her eyes. Salvator stood and rubbed her oiled feet in unison down his thick hairy chest across his rippled tight abs and placed them squarely on both sides of his very swollen veiny shaft. He put her feet in a "V" and slid his member between the opening pumping slowly. He could smell her sex moistening.
Kneeling, he peppered the inside of her thighs with light kisses while rubbing her feet.
Pulling her to the edge of the queen-sized bed he draped her legs over his shoulders and found her engorged clit. He took in her scent. He blew lightly across her sex. He licked at the juices that ran there before pushing his tongue into her opening.
Glenda covered her face with a pillow silencing her deep moans as Salvator took her thick nub into his mouth, caressing it with his lips, and then dragging it playfully across his teeth.
Glenda's breathe quickened.
Salvator pushed the erect flesh up and licked the underside, noticing the tiny tell-tell rhythmic vaginal waves he stopped.
"Slow down Mami," he whispered.
Pulling on a condom he rolled Glenda on her side and lifted her cheek. She could feel his bulbous head push against her virginal-tight hole. But he was too large. Grabbing the lube he covered his pole liberally. Lifting her ass cheek higher, Salvator gently slipped inside. The sudden fullness followed by instant warmth made Glenda's juices flow faster. With gentle pushes Salvator drove deeper and deeper until Glenda encompassed his entire 10 inches. Glenda could feel him in the pit of her stomach as she met each stroke with a loud, "SMACK" as her round ass slapped Salvator's muscular thighs. Sensing she ok with the fit, Salvator turned Glenda over, folded the kimono onto her back and increased the speed of his stokes.
It had been four years, four whole years since Glenda had been with a man. Pushing back against his youthful thrust, orgasmic waves raced from her thighs to her toes and back again. And she suddenly didn't feel so guilty.
***
Debra removed the card key from the hotel door slot watching the lock flickered from red to green and opening with a robotic, "Click." She drove five and a half hours from Memphis to Biloxi. She spent the better part of an hour bribing the scary-assed front desk manager for card key to her fiancée hotel room. The manager relented when nine crisp Franklins were shoved in his face along with a quick peek under Debra's red leather trench coat.. Debra moistened her lips as she eased the door forward.
As the room flooded with light from the hall, there on the king sized bed lay her Paul spooning a bleach bottle blond whose plastic tits jutted from beneath the bed spread. Debra heart sank. Stifling a whimper, she snapped a picture with her cell, quickly pulled out her mace and sprayed the sleeping duo. Flinging her engagement ring across the room, Debra snatched open the door, exited the room and Paul's life for good.
