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Cheating on My Wife | frankroberts | 4

 

I need some sexual relief, but I am not ready to cheat on my husband, at least not completely. I am tired of masturbating alone and I wondered if you might want to engage in a little mutual masturbation, you know you watch me do it, I watch you.”

I responded eagerly, “That sounds like fun to me. I know what you mean about doing it alone getting a little old. All the porn in the world doesn’t replace a real live woman...” I also figured that once I had her naked in a room my cock might find its way into her tight, wet pussy. “Where and when do you want to give it a try,” I asked her.

Umm, she thought for a moment and said how about today right after work, we can go to the motel 8 down the road a couple of exits. Separate cars, leave a few minutes apart and no one will ever know the difference. You leave at 6:15, and I will leave at 6 and take care of the room this time.”

I nodded my approval to her plan, my wife would not miss me at dinner this tonight and we did not have any other activities to attend. I had a hard time concentrating that afternoon as I kept daydreaming about what Mary Beth’s tits would look like, how her pussy would look, how she would do it for me. My cock kept getting hard as I thought about her naked body, and I had to force myself to concentrate on work or I would have had a boner all afternoon.

I left work promptly at 6:05 and headed down to the hotel. I buzzed her cell and she told me room 206. It was towards the end of the second floor. I pulled in and parked the car and looked around with a guilty feeling. I wondered why, I was not cheating on my wife or anything. It was just jacking off with a friend. I guess it would be considered a sexual relationship, but he finally decided with himself that if his wife would just put out a little more this would not be an issue.

I made it up the stairs in a total state of excitement, taking them two at a time. I was nervous and excited at the same time, like I was a sixteen year old out on their first date again. I was soon standing in front of the door to the room. I knocked on it and it slid open slightly as it was ajar. I pushed the door open and headed into the room.

 

What did I find when I entered the room?


          Mary Beth was in the bed

 
 
 

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