Mark
Before I met Sam, I thought my cheating days were behind me. Although I still look back on my first affair with my coworker Monica as one of the most fun parts of my life, it was also stressful. The lying and sneaking around became harder and harder to keep up with until I couldn't. Inevitably, my wife Heather discovered our texts, including some racy pictures, which I'd forgotten to delete.
I wasn't sure we'd be able to get past it. In some ways, I guess I'm not sure we ever did. Heather was so hurt and pissed at me, with good reason. There are still unresolved issues below the surface of our relationship, not the least of which is the gap in our sexual desires.
Specifically, I want it all the time, and she doesn't. Which would be fine, except she's also not a fan of any ways I might try to take care of myself. I'm not just talking about looking for sex with other women. For a time, I dabbled in erotic chats online that never went past cyber sex, or occasionally phone sex.
When Heather inevitably discovered that, too, she was unhappy, and it reopened old wounds. I tried my best to explain to her calmly and rationally that I just need more. It has nothing to do with how much I love her, which I do. It's a physical need I have that's not being met.
But in the end, I decided I really didn't want to keep hurting her. To say she was accepting of me watching porn and jerking off would probably be an overstatement. But we'd sort of reached a don't-ask-don't-tell arrangement there. And so I'd settled into that reality for a while, accepting that things would not change at home, but that was the life I chose.
And then I ran into Sam. I literally ran into this girl in the middle of a crowded race through downtown Chicago. (Okay, she's not a girl, but at twenty-two, and ten years younger than me, a married father of two, most people would agree she's too young for me.) I wasn't looking for a hookup or another affair, but from the moment I saw her, I couldn't get her off my mind.
Just a couple of intense, sex-filled months later, I was packing for a business trip that I arranged as an excuse to whisk Sam away for a few days, so we could enjoy more than a stolen afternoon or evening together. Sometimes I wondered whether it should weigh more heavily on me, each time I chose to spend time with her instead of my family. But if I was honest with myself, there wasn't a lot of guilt. I just thought about being more careful so I won't get caught again.
And as I kissed Heather and the kids goodbye and headed out for my week with Sam, I'd be lying if I said I was feeling anything but excited.
***
I took an Uber to Sam's apartment to pick her up on the way to the airport. It was out of the way, but to me, it was worth it to spend as much time together as possible.
As I took my phone out of my pocket to text Sam and let her know I was on my way, I noticed an alert from the airline that our flight was delayed. So far, it was only pushed back by about twenty minutes.
Mark: On my way ;)
Mark: Looks like there's a delay
Sam: I saw that too
Sam: And I think I know how we can take advantage of that delay :P
Mark: Oh yeah?
Sam: Yep :)
Sam: I might be getting started already...
Mark: Mmm
Mark: Being a naughty slut while you wait for me?
Sam: I am
Sam: Touching myself inside the underwear you picked out for me :)
Mark: And what are you thinking about while you touch yourself? ;)
Sam: Just thinking about how I can't wait to feel you over and over all week
Sam: Everything we might do together, everywhere :P
Mark: Everywhere?
Sam: Yes :)
Sam: And wearing a skirt for the flight, just in case :P
Sam: Though it's hiked up right now
Mark: I'll change the Uber route to end at your place and come up when I get there
Mark: Keep touching, but don't cum yet
Sam: Okay :)
Mark: Be there in 5 minutes
Sam: Can't wait :D
When the car pulled up outside Sam's building, I grabbed my bags and headed up to her apartment. Even though we had a flight delay that might get extended, I knew we should make it quick, just in case.
So as soon as I made it to Sam's door, I dropped my bags and grabbed her right away, pinning her up against the nearest wall and kissing her lustfully, rubbing all over her.
I felt and heard her moaning into the kiss, running her hands up my chest, around the back of my neck. Then I caught a whiff of the intoxicating scent from her pussy and quickly grabbed hold of her right wrist before she could comb her fingers into my hair. I pulled back and held her hand right in front of my face, leaning in to sniff her fingertips.
As soon as she realized what I was doing, Sam blushed and bit her bottom lip, which was already looking swollen from our kiss.
"It's so hot that you were touching yourself as you waited for me to come over. You couldn't even wait for me to get here to make you cum, could you?"
She shook her head slowly. "I woke up so wet and excited to see you."
"Show me," I demanded with a smile.
Sam's smile grew, and she giggled, then reached down to hike her skirt back up around her waist. Then, she pulled up on the waistband of her light pink lace panties until it revealed the outline of her lips, and displayed a visible wet spot.
I reached down to rub over the fabric with two fingers, and Sam gasped.
Feeling her wetness spurred me on. I groaned and cupped the back of her head, pulling her back into another deep kiss.
Sam moaned into me, her hands running up and down my arms, fingernails scraping lightly over my skin and under my shirt sleeves. Then she slid her hands over my shoulders and down my chest until she was finally cupping and squeezing the hard bulge in the front of my shorts.
I pulled her shirt up, running my hands up to squeeze her heavy breasts through her bra.
Sam pulled her shirt up and off the rest of the way, smiling at me. Then she quickly returned to my bulge, opening my shorts as soon as she'd stripped.
"I need your cock once before we go," she asserted, sliding to her knees as she pulled it out of my shorts and underwear, stroking it in her face.
I didn't say or do anything to stop her, just watched as she leaned in and rubbed her tongue around my balls, then slid it up and down along my hard shaft.