"Something on your mind, Baby?" Leslie asked her husband of 6 years. "Your body is here, but your mind looks a million miles away"
She was right, of course. And it was no surprise. Leslie knew Mike like she knew herself. "Just thinking about things." He adjusted his legs in the car after setting cruise control, stretching himself out.
"Well, based on what I see, it must have been something you REALLY like!" Leslie said with a giggle. Mike didn't have to ask what she meant. He was rock hard, and knew it. Leslie scooted a little closer, rubbing him through his pants, turning the slightly uncomfortable confines into a nearly unbearable ache. In the best way possible, of course. Mike moaned his response. "Are you gonna share what has you so excited??"
"Oh, just excited about this weekend." Mike said nonchalantly. It was partially true. The hadn't been out alone in forever, let alone two nights alone. He was also thinking about last night with Iza. She hadn't been too happy about him leaving for "THREE WHOLE DAYYYSSSSS!!!!!" as she had pouted. But she was going to be busy the whole weekend with work anyway. And she seemed to actually understand. Things had been going so well between them. The casual thing more then worked for them. Iza was always busy with school and work, leaving Mike plenty of time at home without Iza being upset. He still missed her though. Especially after all she did for him last night. Blood surged through his dick again as he thought of Iza's pussy, spreading and tightening for him.
"Yeah, you must REALLY be looking forward to this weekend away! Hey, do you t think we can stop at the hotel before dinner?"
"Sure, that sounds good. We should be there in like 15 minutes." They drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence, occasionally making a joke or small talk, but mostly just lost in their own thoughts. Before long they pulled into the hotel and got checked in.
"Goodness, I love the smell of hotels. So clean. Oh look how big the tv is!" Leslie yammered excitedly.
Mike smiled, loving the way her face lit up with excitement. Most people complained about the lumpy beds and loud noises, but Leslie always loved the experience. "I am going to go get some ice and a soda, do you want anything?"
"No thanks. Just hurry back!"
Mike gently kissed her head before heading out the door. He quickly sent a text to Iza letting her know he was thinking about her and hoped she had a good night at work. He waited around the ice machine, hoping to get a text back before he headed back to the room. When he couldn't stall anymore, he turned his ringer off, and walked back to the room distracted thinking about her. He shook himself, trying to focus on what an amazing weekend he was sure to have with Leslie. He opened the door to the room calling out to Leslie as he came in "Hey baby, I got you a soda ju....." The rest of the sentence was lost as Leslie came into view. Lying on the bed, she wore an incredible sexy blue corset with matching over the knee socks. Her already large round breasts now propped up, as if on display on a shelf. As perfect as they were, they deserved to be on display.
"Oh, Baby, thank you. How thoughtful!" Leslie said as she shifted her legs, giving him view on a tiny piece of blue fabric covering her mound. She moved up onto her knees, moving to the edge of the bed, and reached out for him. Mike's hands automatically went for her chest as his mouth found hers. They kissed like that for a while until they were both frantic for each other. Mike pushed Leslie down, running his hands over her body. He pushed himself in between her legs, making sure she knew how badly he wanted her. She pushed her pelvis back against him, whimpering into his kiss. She pulled his shirt up over his head and frantically tried to push his pants down. Mercifully, Mike made quick work discarding his pants and boxers, before leaning down to lick and kiss the tops of her tits. Leslie pulled him up, once again thrusting her pelvis out against his hardness. She reached down and pulled her panties to the side, and guided his dick into her. "Oh god Baby, that feels so good. I am sorry. I just needed it so bad."
"Don't apologize, I wanted it just as badly. You look so hot. God, you feel amazing!" Mike said as he thrust into his wife harder. The outfit was amazing, but the clouded look of lust in her eyes, and the flush in her cheeks was even better. Her hair was wild, spread on the pillow like sun beams, her lids heavy, her mouth slightly bruised from their kissing. Mike felt the tell tale tightening around his dick, and knew she was about to come. He pulled almost all the way out, slamming hard into her. He repeated this twice more before she came undone, he could feel his dick and balls being soaked in come. He pulled her arms over her head, pinning her down, sliding his body against her. He had never felt so deep inside her, so tight and so wet. He felt that tightening again, and felt her coming again, this time he followed soon after filling her with his come.
"You really are the best fuck ever." Leslie said as she stretched. "And now I am starving! Are you ready to get dressed and go eat?"
"Yeah, let me just get dressed."
"Ok, I am going to go freshen up and get dressed." She said on her way to the bathroom. When she came out a short time later, Mike was at a loss for words. She had kept on her corset, pairing it with white low rise pants, tight on her ass and thighs before flaring out. She wore sexy blue heels that matched the corset, and a white cardigan over the corset. She had some how managed to pull the corset up a bit, covering her tits more, but still so sexy. With the cardigan it looked just like a regular outfit, until you look closer and see the tight formfitting corset under it. She kept her hair loose and wild, her curls tousled. That alone reminded him of having her on the bed again.
"You look amazing! I can't wait to show you off!" Mike said as he kissed her. "Although, if you want to just stay in, I can think of some other things we could do....."
Leslie giggled, blushing a little at the compliment. "Nope! I have been looking forward to this." The had decided to go for fondue, nice and casual and fun. Dinner went wonderful. The food was amazing, and the company better. They flirted and laughed with each other, constantly rubbing their arms, holding hands, and occasionally brushing their legs against each other, the smallest contact sending electrical surges through their bodies. They finished eating and were enjoying after dinner drinks. "So, do you want to call her and let her know you are here?" Leslie asked.
"Who?" Mike asked, honestly puzzled.
"Your girlfriend. Or fuck buddy. Or whatever you guys are."
Mike's palms started sweating, his chest tight, his stomach churning. Did she really know? What should he do? Was this get away all part of some revenge? Mike's mind raced. "I am still confused."
"I am not dumb. Sure this is the best you have done at keep a secret, but I know you. So, who is she? How did you meet? I know you have met her, what have you two done?" Leslie asked as if she was talking to a friend about a new relationship. Far from how you would expect a wife to question her husband about his new lover.
"I don't know what to say" Mike stammered. He hadn't figured out what to admit to.
"IzaBee90. Baby, the computer keeps your chats saved in a folder."
"Oh God. Baby I am sorry. I don't... I don't even know what to say." Guilt covered Mike's face and she saw his hands shake.
"Don't be. I am not mad. Jealous sure, but not mad."
"Jealous??"
"Hell yeah. You didn't share her with me!" Leslie pouted. Mike's body relaxed. She really wasn't mad. How did he get so lucky? "You have to make it up to me!"
