I had just met a dirty little tramp in the lobby at "The Lit". We had only chatted for a few minutes and she offered to give me a blow job. I usually like to get to know someone a bit before I go that far, but I was horny as hell. Amanda hadn't been at The Lit for a couple of days. She was on the Cape again: she couldn't get on line and her phone was dead. Damn I missed that girl when she was gone. I had played around a little,in her absence, but I hadn't gotten off. This little bitch from the lobby was going to make me cum for sure.
It was so typical. She got me all horny and said she had to go. At least she didn't just leave without a word. She told me that she had to wait for her husband to leave and we could get together in a half hour. Said she couldn't wait to go down on me. I was so fucking horny. I figured I would go up to the penthouse and grab a quick shower and head back to the lobby. Hell, she probably wouldn't even show. I had never seen her there before and she might never come back.
I walked into my suite and heard the sounds coming from the bed room. It had to be my Manda. She must have had gotten back early and was going to surprise me. Even though I was still hard from the teasing that other little bitch put on me, I forgot about her right away. The thought of my Manda got me all excited.
As I approached the bed room it became apparent that she wasn't alone. I heard her moans and I heard a guy's grunts. My bed was creaking. She was fucking someone; in our bed. I was livid. I wanted to knock the door down and kick the shit out of them, throw the mother fucker off the balcony and chase the little slut out into the hall naked. I thought for a second and remembered that I just been on my way to get a blow job from a married slut I had just met. Still she was fucking somebody in our bed; my bed.
I didn't bust in and kick ass at all. I gathered my wits and strolled in like everything was fine. I walked through the door and there they were. He was on top of Amanda , her legs spread wide and her new lover between her thighs. When they heard me they froze. Amanda looked at me, her eyes wide with fright. There was a look of shame as well. Her lips moved to say something but nothing came out.
I walked over and tossed my keys on the night stand. Amanda covered her face with her hair. Her young lover just held still, not even looking up, motionless.
I looked at him and could see why my baby was attracted to him. He was young and muscular; broad shouldered and smooth; shaved all over, head to toe. I quickly surmised that he was a swimmer. He couldn't have been more than nineteen. I remembered that there a big swim meet in town.
After a few seconds he looked at me, his face blank. I could see even more evidence of why Amanda wanted him. He was cute hell. "You like that pussy?" I asked him. He nodded his head. "Well," I went on,"That's my pussy." He nodded again. "Get up."
He climbed off Amanda and crawled to the edge of the bed. I pointed a finger at him and he sat,trying to look bold, but his fear was evident. I looked him up and down. His body was smooth and shiny.; wet with sweat. His cock was slick and glistening with the juices of my baby. He was completely hairless. I still had the erection I had gotten from the little slut in the lobby. Now I was aroused for other reasons. My heart was racing. My anger had subsided but not my jealousy.
Amanda and I both played around. I knew she fucked other guys., but I had never seen her with one of them before. And here she was in our bed with this boy; this hard-bodied, smooth, pretty boy.
