"A motel?" he asked, not looking at her.
Catherine started to reject the offer. She really thought that she was going to say no, because she was not a promiscuous woman. But when she opened her mouth, the negative word would not come out. She realized that her pussy was creaming for him – that she couldn't say no. For a moment, she felt ashamed of herself. She even blushed slightly. But then she thought: Does it really matter? As long as my husband and William's wife never know about it, what's the harm? And I do want to fuck him.
"An air-conditioned motel, of course," she said.
"Of course," William said, glancing up, not really believing that she would go along with it.
"All right," she said.
Then, with the commitment made, she said: "Oh, yes! I want to go to bed with you!"
And so they left the lounge, got in his car and drove to the highway, and the first motel they came to was the Shady Nook. The sign featured a sleepy beaver, wearing a nightgown and stocking cap, holding a candlestick and yawning. It said: vacancies, day rates, color television and – yes – air conditioning. William glanced at her, his eyebrows lifting. Catherine gave him a nod and a smile. He pulled in and parked alongside the office building. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, then went out to register while she waited in the car. Catherine was amazed at herself for what she was going to do. She half-expected a lightning bolt to strike her down. But the sky was blue and clear, without even a cloud, let alone lightning. She felt sure that she had made the right decision.
Carl came into the living quarters with a big grin on his face and a glow of excitement in his eyes.
Marlene looked up questioningly.
"Our first guests," he said.
"In the afternoon?" she asked, wonderingly. She had assumed that horny fuckers would show up at night.
Carl nodded.
"They asked for a day rate," he said.
"But maybe they're just tired from traveling, Carl – too tired for anything but a nap."
"No way. For one thing, the man came in alone to register, and he looked guilty. Like an adulterer, in fact. And his car has local license plates. And, best of all – he had a hard-on."
"Oh!" cried Marlene, and clapped her hands happily.
"I gave them the special room, of course," said Carl.
Carl and Marlene waited until the couple had gone into the unit assigned to them without luggage, they were pleased to see – and then they slipped down to the adjoining room with merry expectations.
Both Catherine and William were nervous and shy at first, although both were determined to go through with it, since it was what they wanted. William thought that the polite and proper thing to do would be to order a bottle of champagne from room service. He lifted the phone, but got no reply, since both the manager and his wife were not in the office. After a few minutes, he shrugged and put the phone down.
Catherine was wandering around, pretending to inspect the room to hide her nervous qualms.
"What interesting pictures!" she remarked, peering closely at the colorful swirls on the wall and never for a moment realizing that she was, in fact, looking Carl right in the eye.
She turned back and smiled at William.
"Well?" he said.
Catherine could see that he was as uncertain as she was, as reluctant to make the initial moves. Seeing that made her feel more confident, more like a seductress than a woman about to be seduced.
She started to unbutton her blouse.
Had Catherine not been panting, herself, she might well have heard the double gasp that came from behind the wall, through the picture at her back, as two randy voyeurs settled down to enjoy the sight.
Catherine loved the way that William gazed at her as she undressed. His eyes seemed to burn into her flesh, making her feel all warm and wanted. She disrobed slowly and provocatively, and when she was naked, she slowly turned through a full circle so that he could look at her from all angles, front, back and profile. Her nipples were thrusting out, stiff and tingling, and her cunt was melting, creamy ribbons of pussy juice trickling down the smooth slope of her shapely thighs. Her husband was used to her and no longer looked at her with such open longing. A girl needs a bit of strange prick once in a while, she told herself.
William was still fully dressed.
The front of his trousers jutted out, swollen and throbbing.
Catherine moved towards him, her lush hips swaying. His arms encircled her, and his hands cupped the thrusting cheeks of her ass, drawing her loins tightly against his groin. She could feel the massive hardness of his cock, pressing a long indentation into her soft belly. She squirmed on it, rolling her hips so that her belly ground on his prick. He began to kiss her neck and throat, then lowered his head and started sucking on her taut nipples. She stroked the back of his head and rose up on tiptoes, lifting her tits to his worshipping mouth. William groaned and sank to his knees.
"Oh!" Catherine cried, in delight.
He buried his face in her furry cunt bush, and his tongue started to flutter in her open cunt. She came almost immediately as his tongue slid over her trembling clit, washing his face with cunt juice. What a wonderful lover William was! Her husband didn't eat her pussy out very often – not nearly as often as she would have liked.
Again she saw the advantages of adultery as she creamed in William's eager mouth. He continued to lick and suck, quite happily, and she wondered if she should let him suck her to another climax. But then she decided that she would rather have her second come with her cunt stuffed full of prick.
She drew him to his feet, and her hands went down to his fly. She opened his belt and zipper. His big cock hinged out, snapping into her belly like a lever. She leaned back so that she could look down and admire that lovely hunk of cock meat for a moment. Then she squirmed against his prick once more, going up and down on her toes. His cock felt like a heated crowbar, prying at her soft flesh, as if it was trying to plow into her womb by boring a passage into her belly.
They didn't even make it to the bed.
As Catherine rose up on her toes, William dipped down, bending his knees. His prick slid down through her bushy pussy mound and then slipped in between her parted thighs. She twisted her hips, astride his fat prick, working her wet cunt around on it. Then she rose higher, grasping him by the shoulders as she lifted.
His cock went up with her cunt, snapping into a rising angle, the fat head nuzzling into her hot cunt slot.
Catherine gave a little sigh of pure bliss as she felt his massive lump of hot cock meat poking at the entrance to her pussy. She settled don again, and this time, her cunt slipped onto his prick and engulfed it.
They began fucking furiously, belly to belly in a knee-trembler.
She had both arms locked around him, supporting herself as she rose and fell. He cupped her ass in his hands, lifting, then letting her settle onto his cock. She had never been fucked standing up before. She adored it. Her thighs teased and relaxed rhythmically as she rode his cock.
William groaned as he lashed up into her cunt in counterpoint, plowing in to the hilt as she pushed down. Her pussy was working on him, sucking and wringing his prick through every precious inch. As the thrill began to build up again, she threw her legs around him, locking her heels behind his back so that she was completely off the floor, mounted upon his mighty, grinding cock.
She creamed again.
Cunt juice poured down his prick and soaked his balls as he lifted her to the top of his cock.
He plunged in to the root again and blew his wad with such violence that she was almost lifted off his prick by the geyser of jism, almost shot up to the ceiling on that powerful jet. They fucked wildly together as he emptied his balls into her cunt, and she worked off the spasms of her orgasm in wave after creamy wave.