Anatomy of an Affair

My pussy was leaking.

I took a quick shower, and was lying naked on an extra sheet that I put on top of the bed when Rob entered the room. There was no reason to be subtle -- we both knew what was going to happen.

Rob locked the door, shed his clothes in record time, and then proceeded to attack my crotch with his lips, tongue, and fingers. I was glad that I had showered.

After my first rip-roaring orgasm I insisted that he rotate 180 degrees and get his cock by my face. His cock was beautiful; no blemishes, just the right aspect ratio, and sized so that it looked like a perfect fit for my cooch. His testicles were large and low-hanging.

Although his cock was already rock hard I think that it got even harder as I sucked it, and he sure seemed to like my manipulation of his testicles. Once I had a second orgasm and had to stop sucking his cock he obviously needed to blow. He quickly put me on my hands and knees and in one thrust buried his cock in my accommodating pussy.

I don't think that anyone ever fucked me as energetically as Rob did that day. He came quickly he was so excited, and also probably because I was frantically squeezing and releasing my pc muscles; but unbelievably he stayed hard and kept fucking until I came again. Only then did he start to go limp and pull out.

As aftershocks occasionally hit we lay face-to-face, him playing with my nipples, me playing with his balls. At first little was said -- we just stared into each other's souls. Finally he spoke.

"I've wanted to fuck you since I laid eyes on you. Only my love for Melissa kept me under control; I don't know why I lost it today...I do really love Melissa, you know."

"I know that you do," I responded. "I love Warren too, with all my heart. However, ever since I've met you I've had wet panty syndrome. The reason I lost it today was because you kissed me."

"Is wet panty syndrome a real condition?" he chuckled.

"It's real to me when I'm around you," I chuckled back.

After a few more minutes of pleasant and enlightening pillow talk he got a diabolical grin on his face. "You know, I have to fuck you again, don't you?"

"Today, or in the future," was my flippant reply.

"Both," he snickered.

"Then I guess that I better get to work," I chuckled as I grabbed his slick cock and shoved it into my mouth.

The missionary fuck that followed was just as awesome as the doggy fuck that had preceded it.

We had been at it for about ninety minutes when we both realized that we had better get back to real world work, rather than the fantasy-turned-reality last ninety minutes of "work." We didn't shower together for fear of a long delay in getting out; he showered first, and after another passionate kiss left me naked and ready to shower myself.

Needless to say I was almost spaced out the rest of the day, but got my act together before I went home. Despite my romp earlier that day, I led Warren to believe that he was initiating sex with me and then fucked his brains out. I wanted to know immediately if he suspected anything. Given his groans of pleasure I was sure that he didn't.

The Continuation

Rob and I fucked each other senseless around lunch time each of the next three days, Wednesday through Friday, before we introduced rational thought into our relationship. I wanted to fuck Warren each night too, but thought that he might get suspicious, especially with how energetic I was, so I only fucked him Thursday night (but all weekend).

Rob and I had only one fuck on Friday when our pillow banter turned into a serious talk. "It seems like neither of us wants to stop despite the love that we have for our spouses," I started the conversation, "however, we can't keep this pace up."

"You're right," Rob replied. "Plus, neither of us has even thought about STDs. Don't you think we'd be wise to get tested."

"Yes we should; I'm going to get tested Monday," I replied.

"I'll probably go tomorrow," Rob responded.

"What do you think a normal schedule should be, and how would it work?" he asked.

"I've actually thought about this a lot the last two days," I responded. "We'll get burner phones, develop a code for dates and times, and we'll always use this room. You'll park next to the alarmed entrance/exit on the west side of the hotel, I'll turn off the camera at that area and the alarm five minutes before you arrive, and turn them back on five minutes after you leave. I suggest once every two weeks, with a changing day of the week."

Rob grinned. "Sounds like a plan; but how about once a week? Now that I know what a sweet pussy you have, and what a tiger you are, I might need it more often than once every two weeks."

"We'll see," I laughed. "I'm sure that I'll have the test results back by Thursday of next week and assuming that we're both clear why don't we plan on 11:30 a. m. next Thursday. You buy two burner phones at an out-of-the-way place, preferably one with no cameras, and I'll develop a code by Thursday."

"I'm in with the plan," Rob snickered, "and my friend wants in someplace else."

"God, you're an animal," I fake complained. "Let's do it in the shower."

"That undersized thing?" Rob moaned.

"It will be a challenge," I chuckled and then hopped out of bed before he could grab me.

It was a challenge -- but we succeeded because our will was strong.

Over the next year we had thirty six fuck sessions almost always at lunch, between one and three fucks a session, usually two. Yes I actually counted. Thirty five of those times I fucked Warren that night. My libido was so high after a session with Rob that I needed more.

The sex with Rob included virtually all positions that were humanly possible, and utilized all three of my available holes and many times included a butt plug or vibrator up my ass while Rob was fucking my pussy. Interestingly, the sex also ranged from me being submissive to me absolutely taking charge.

The second year we had eighty four sex sessions. The only reason for that was that Melissa was pregnant and the last three months on bed rest so that sex with her wasn't an option for Rob. That year -- especially since the frequency and intensity of sex with Warren never diminished -- I had more sex than at any other time in my life.

The third through fifth years of my sexual relationship with Rob we had an average of thirty two sessions a year.

We "slept" together overnight only one time during our five year sexual relationship. In actuality "slept" was the misnomer of the year. Fortunately our overnight was in a city away from home where I stayed two nights on business, and Rob only the first night. With the help of a couple of little blue pills and three toys Rob kept me in virtually a constant state of arousal or orgasm almost the entire night. I could barely walk the next day and needed the next day and night to recover enough so that I wasn't still bowlegged when I got home.

The last six months of our sexual relationship the sex was just as superb as ever but Rob often seemed a little "wistful" if I could read his mood correctly.

The End Game

During our five year relationship Rob and I were among the 85% of cheaters who never get caught. That was due, in my opinion, to three things.

First, we really did love our spouses and with virtually no exceptions the time that Rob and I spent together did not detract from time that we would have been with our spouses.

Second, because of my unique situation as manager of a hotel close to my house and his office, with a room readily available for discrete use, we didn't have the normal problem of finding a secret place for our extracurricular activities.

Third, we were always careful. We never left marks on each other (except for twice, but in circumstances that they could be easily explained), never ever talked with anyone else about our situation, didn't exchange emails or texts, and when we interacted in the presence of others (which usually occurred about ten to twelve times a year) exchanged no furtive glances, and exhibited no body language indicating any fondness for each other.

I don't know how long our sexual relationship would have continued if there wasn't a sad cataclysmic event. At least on my part there was no inclination to stop. My relationship with Rob was like putting whipped cream and a cherry on top of an already great ice cream sundae of life.

The sad cataclysmic event was that Melissa was killed in a car crash a few days before the fifth anniversary of the sexual relationship that Rob and I had. It was absolutely devastating to Rob. He now had two young children to take care of without the love of his life. Without either of us explicitly saying anything about it sex between Rob and I stopped immediately upon that awful occurrence. I and Rob's other friends did the best that we could to cheer him up and help him cope, but after two months he was still having a really hard time. It was then that he called me on my burner phone, which hadn't been used in two months.

"Alicia, first of all thank you for all of your help during my dark days the last two months. I don't know what I would have done without you and my other friends."

"You know that I was only too happy to help, Rob; I still feel so bad for you and the children. If there is anything else that I can do, let me know."

"Uh...actually there is one more thing. I'm moving back to the city Melissa and I are originally from, and where both of our families still live. I would like to meet you one more time in our little piece of heaven on the 2nd floor of the hotel before I leave, however. Can you do that?"

"Of course, Rob; when?"

"I'm leaving Saturday morning so I'd like to come around eleven in the morning on Thursday and stay until one. Is that OK?"

I knew that I'd have to do a little re-arranging of my schedule but this was more important so I said "Sure. See you then."

Our last time together was bittersweet. He cried in my arms for the first five minutes. When he snapped out of it he sincerely said "One of the reasons that I'm leaving is because I've fallen in love with you. There is no way I will make any attempt to destroy your happy life with Warren and the kids, but I simply can't have a simply sexual relationship with you anymore now that I've admitted to myself that I love you."

That explained his wistful mood the last few months before Melissa died.

After a tender kiss with tears in both of our eyes we made love; that's right, we didn't fuck; we made love; twice. As Rob was leaving we tenderly kissed. His parting words were "I've only loved two women in my life; one is dead, and I can't have the other one. Who knows, maybe number three's the charm."

After Rob left I was inwardly sad for a while, but my busy life and the love of my family prevented my sadness from making any outward appearance, or for lasting long. The last thing I did to put Rob in my rear view mirror was to analyze for a second time which of the themes in the first part of this story were the "reasons" for my cheating.

While my sexual relationship with Rob was certainly very exciting (#5 above) since he was an outstanding lover and attractive man, and while there may have been a small element of power (#6), the overwhelming reason appears to be just because the opportunity presented itself (#8).

Fortunately, my cheating did not turn me into a complete slut. In fact in the six years since Rob left I haven't had even the slightest bit of interest in a relationship with another man aside from Warren, and Warren and I have a very fulfilling sexual relationship.

Before writing this story the last time that I really consciously thought about Rob, or our relationship, was when about five years ago I got a photograph from Rob in the mail. In the photo Rob was in a Tux with his arm around a woman who looked a lot like me in a wedding dress. They were surrounded by three little kids (two of whom were Rob's and the other one likely the woman's since the two younger kids looked to be the same age).

There was no letter with the photo. However, a Post-It note on the photograph simply said "Number 3," followed by a smiley face.