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I was giggling like a schoolgirl. It was probably the alcohol in a heady mix with anxiety.His hands steadied my waist as I fumbled the keycard into the room lock. Behind me I felt him lean in, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck, raising goosebumps in anticipation of… There! A delicate cascade of soft, velvet kisses across the nape, briefly relieved tense shoulders. Suddenly aware that I’d been holding my breath, I released a long exhale. It felt so good to be touched… His hand rested on mine on the door handle and pushed it down. We stumbled into the room and he caught my arm firmly, controlling my forward momentum to spin me around and into his comforting arms. Suddenly face to face, there was a moment of quiet anticipation, our lips tantalisingly close as we looked into each other’s eyes.But this wasn’t John. Shit! My mind seemed to continue the dizzying spin in a turmoil of thoughts. I stepped back away from him. Confusion and anger surged. I shouldn’t be here. This was wrong. For a moment I wanted to scream at him to get out, to scream at myself for being in this situation. And then remembering John’s last words as we parted, “I love you so much.” Shame washed over me. Stomach knotting and barely suppressing an urge to sob, I broke away, turned, and walked quickly to the sofa, sitting quietly with my head in my hands.”I’m sorry,” he began. Then with quiet resignation, “You’re upset. I’ll go.””No, wait!” The thought of being alone in that moment was unbearable. I took a deep breath, pulling my thoughts together, regaining what I hoped would be a convincing composure. “Please don’t go. Please stay with me.” A long pause as he stood with his hand on the door handle, looking to me for what should happen next. “I’m sorry,” I continued, “I’ve never done… I’ve never…”He let go of the handle, his concern melting into a sympathetic smile, and walked slowly over to sit beside me. Taking my hand in his he said, “I’m not here to complicate things. I know that you love John dearly. I’m only here because he asked me to help relieve your worries, to help you to feel wonderful. You’re the reason that we’re here.” He paused as he watched a tear roll down my cheek. “We’ll take things slowly together. But if you feel uncomfortable or worried about anything at any time, you say ‘stop’ and we’ll stop. And if you say ‘go’ I will go and nothing more will be said.” In that moment I so wanted to. A flash of anger that wanted to push him away, to shout, to bundle him out of the room. Why did he have to be so disarming, so damned caring of my feelings? He was making it so difficult for me to do that, to do the ‘right thing’.He lifted my hand and kissed it gently. “But I will have to tell John that you’re a terrible dancer!” I laughed then, a flashback of chaos on the dance floor earlier and this man rescuing me from a heap on the floor. “It’s wonderful to see you laugh again.” Why had I let myself laugh? It felt so wrong, and yet… He looked deeply into my eyes with warm reassurance.Could I truly feel wonderful with someone other than John?”You really are an amazing woman,” he began and leaned forward, inviting me to meet him halfway. This is what John had wanted. Wanted for me. An opportunity bursa escort bayan to satisfy what I needed so badly these past few agonising months. But should I? Something inside decided for me. Instinctively I followed his cue and leaned in. Our lips met. A soft, tingling contact that melted some of my anxiety in the simplicity of that moment of tentative intimacy. Eyes closed, savouring, for the briefest moment I felt John’s lips lingering on mine. I opened my eyes as his lips reached for mine again, but I interrupted their advance with a finger. “Just a moment.”I reached for my handbag, took out my phone and video-called John. My heart beat louder with each ringtone. Why was he taking so long to answer? But of course, no doubt he was as emotional as I was, thinking about what might be happening, worrying. Did he see it was me calling? Was he so scared to pick up? Was it the threat of finding out, to risk confirming his fears?Finally, he answered. “John? I can’t see you.” Silence. The dark screen showed only a muted microphone symbol and a presence indicator.Then a chat message: “You look wonderful.””John? Can we talk, please? I want to see you. I want to talk with you.”Another text reply: “Not good. Not now.””John, I’m in the hotel room. He’s here with me. But…” I tried to find words to explain the turmoil inside. I failed. “I don’t think I can go through with this John.”Texting again: “We talked about this. I want you to feel whole again. Unbearable seeing your suffering. I love you so much.””John, please talk with me, with us.”A long pause. Then another text: “No. Please try. I love you.”In that moment there was a sense of quiet terror as if I was being carried downstream through a whitewater river. Dizzying eddies of shame and drenching waves of guilt buffeted by rocks of convention, of vows, of commitment and pulled headlong by currents of hormones, of craving, an impulsive and uncontrollable desire to overcome denial and fill an emptiness. I was splashing around to find something to cling on to.”But I need you, John. I need to feel at least that you’re here with me, that there are no secrets, no wondering ‘if…” I had to try to maintain the connection with John and chose to place the phone on the desk, propped up against the wall to point toward the foot of the bed. “Please stay with me, John. I can’t do this without you.”Another long pause. “I know. OK. I love you.”Knowing that he was with me, that he’d repeated that he wanted me to do this, a little of the guilt lifted from my heart. I raised my hand to look at the rings he’d put on my finger, kissed them, then blew a kiss toward the phone camera. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I’ll try.”He rose from the sofa and stepped behind me. “I appreciate this is difficult for you both. Don’t worry John, I’ll take good care of her for you,” he said, calmly. And again, he dropped soft, delicate kisses on the nape of my neck. Feeling the release, I reflexively tilted my head back and sighed.He reached for my hands and turned me toward him. With hands resting on each other’s waists and a gentle shuffling, swaying dance to some imaginary melody we began to kiss slowly, görükle escort tentatively. I felt him smile. His carefully groomed beard tickled my face as we became more animated. My needs betrayed me as we lost ourselves to intimate, tangling tongues. He tasted divine. Then an intense sparkle of sensation dragged me to another perspective as his hands wandered and brushed over my dress, across my breasts. His thumbs began circling slowly, winding my nipples to attention and I broke away, gasping involuntarily. He smiled, taking the opportunity to remove his jacket before gently pulling us back into a close and intimate embrace. Pressed against each other I was aware of his cologne, the warmth of his body against mine, my breasts pressed into his chest, and… yes… an unmistakably firm arousal beneath his trousers pressing against me.Smiling, I rested my head on his shoulder, eyes closed, savouring the sensations of the moment. Feeling safe. Feeling wanted. Then I looked to the phone camera and, smiling, mouthed ‘I love you’ again before stepping back slightly and reaching to slowly unbutton his crisp cotton shirt. He looked down with a smile and as I glanced into his eyes we kissed again. As if acting on autopilot my hands continued and slowly peeled his shirt open and off his shoulders, lifting it free from his waistband to toss it onto the sofa behind him. My fingers raked through the soft hairs covering his chest and I snuggled into his shoulder again, intoxicated by his pheromones.Still embracing, he slowly turned us, presenting my back to the camera. I felt him reach for the zip of my black party dress and slowly draw it down while we continued to kiss. He turned me toward the camera and the mirror on the wall above the desk. My heart was pounding now, not only from the amorous attention but also energised by the realisation that only John had ever had this privilege. Now another man, a man whom until tonight I’d only ever known as an acquaintance, was pushing past conventions, inhibitions, and hard lines of permission. A virtual stranger was undressing me. And he was doing this in front of my husband.Perhaps he wanted me to watch what he was doing in the mirror. I couldn’t. I closed my eyes, lost in the acute sensations of my skin; his warm breath on my neck; another shower of light kisses; my bristling goosebumps as his fingers delicately traced a tingling track from the nape of my neck across my shoulders. More kisses. I briefly opened my eyes and caught his in the mirror, watched his warm, ‘I thought you’d be unable to resist looking’ smile emerge as his fingers drifted to the straps of my dress, pushing them off my shoulders. Gravity drew the material down to my waist, exposing unrestrained breasts aching in anticipation of a tender touch. Closing my eyes, those same, warm hands roamed down my back, pushing under my arms to gently cup each breast. The tiniest, lightest brush of fingers across my nipples made me gasp involuntarily triggering a rush of sexual electricity to my clitoris. I fell forward, grasping the desk, trying to regain control and composure. He took advantage of that moment to move his hands quickly and brush my dress down over my hips to the floor. Still gasping and feeling an inevitable rush and release of wetness, I felt his fingers slide down across my skin and under the waist of my black thong, releasing the silky, soaking garment to cascade over my black hold-up stockings and heels to join my dress on the floor. The room filled with the aroma of arousal released from my naked sex. As I opened my eyes again he was on one knee behind me, hands on my bared behind. He paused then, inhaling deeply, and whispered, “God you smell so wonderful!” before raising himself up again and wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders and waist to help me stand straight again.”Here she is, John,” he began quietly, kissing my neck again, “your stunningly sexy wife. With me. Naked. Hot and aroused.” He paused. “I’ve told her that she only has to say ‘stop’ at any time and I will.” He leaned in and planted a tender kiss just below my left ear triggering another involuntary sigh. “But I don’t think she will be able to tell me to stop, John. I think she’ll be caught up in the moment.” Another kiss under my right ear; another gasp. “So given that you’re here, I need you to be clear about what happens next.” That brought me back to my senses, the reality of my situation sinking in with those words. I turned and we looked at each other. He could see the resurgence of reluctance in my eyes, my guilt and shame of losing control, of letting things get this far. He spoke to me quietly, “We won’t be making love,” he began, “because your heart belongs to John. You’re so in love with each other. I respect that.” He turned back to the phone camera. “Let’s be very clear, John. It’s very likely that tonight I’m going to fuck your wife.” He paused to let that sink in. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”A nervous knot in my stomach again. I sat back on the edge of the bed, drawing up my dress from the floor to cover my nudity.A long, long pause.Then, the text: “Take care of her. Please.””I will John. Thank you for trusting me.”He turned and stood next to me and said quietly, “Remember, regardless of what John just said you can say ‘stop’ now if you want to,” he glanced down to his bulge, “but as you can see you’ve already had quite an effect on me. Would you at least help relieve my stress? Please?” He saw concern in my eyes. With calm sincerity, he continued, “Please do me the honour of setting him free so that I can stroke him while looking at your gorgeous body. Nothing more than that, unless you want to. I promise.”Behind the nervousness, I could feel the fizz of anticipation, my tingling, the wetness across my thighs. I looked to the phone, back at him, then let my dress fall to the floor again and I reached for his waist to cautiously unfasten his belt. With the briefest of encouragement, his Levis and boxers fell together to the floor.I couldn’t avoid an audible gasp as his cock sprang free. It wasn’t scarily large or unusually imposing, it was just that until this moment I’d never seen another man naked and aroused. But I recognised my feelings inside, a rush of joy and… something else… knowing that I was the cause of this sexual arousal in this man. My primitive animal brain flashed through recollections of his tender, wet tongue kisses; his taste; his smell; his gentle, skin-tingling caress across my skin and breasts; a flutter of arousal between my legs; a seeping wetness and musky smell. He held my hand, drawing me back into the moment, “Please, lay back so that I can look at you.”
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