Five more minutes, and I would arrive at the Best Western where Rob was waiting.
The innocent flirting became more serious. There was some touching, lunch together, and then some sexual innuendos. I went along. I was loving the attention. Then one morning we were both in the break room. After some flirting Rob grabbed me and kissed me. He put his hands on my ass and pulled his crotch into mine. I could feel his boner. We were the only ones in the break room. This happened a few more times over the next few weeks. The bad thing was that I liked it, and kissed back.
I knew I was leading him on, but it felt good. I began to fantasize what he would be like in bed. I imagined myself straddling him on a motel bed. I imagined his dick shooting his stuff in me. My tubes are tied, so it wouldn’t matter. I imagined him bending me over the side of the bed and pounding the shit out of me doggy style.
Two days ago we had lunch together. Real estate agents are always in and out of the office. It was easy for us to get away. Here is the conversation we had.
“I want you Laura. I think you want me also. There is a lot of sexual tension between us that needs releasing. I know you are married, but I don’t care. I think you are a beautiful sexy woman, and I want to fuck you. I have a pretty big dick, so I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
He said fuck, not make love. He wants to take me to a motel and fuck the shit out of me.
“I am attracted to you Rob, and I have fantasized about you and I in bed. However, I love my husband more than my own life. I don’t know if I can cheat on him.”
“I understand Laura, and I don’t plan on coming between you and your husband. We will be discreet, and we won’t get caught. There will be no strings. We can do it one time, or twenty, whatever you want. At least have one time with me.”
I thought for a minute.
“In two days my husband has to go on an overnight business trip. He will be back the next afternoon. If I decide to do this, it would be a perfect window of opportunity. His trips are like clockwork. He will arrive in Denver, have some meetings, call me at 6:00, then have dinner with his clients. We say goodnight, and he does not call back.”
“In that case I propose we go to a little motel outside of the city. We can actually spend the night and fuck our brains out. You get up the next morning, come home, and no one will be the wiser.”
The thought of that made me wet. I was sitting there picturing Rob and I in that motel.
“That is a good plan, if I decide to do it. I will think about it. Go ahead and make the reservation. I will let you know Thursday afternoon, the day Jake is leaving, if I will go through with it or not. Don’t be mad if I chicken out. I love my husband, and I might get cold feet.”
“Fair enough Laura. Just know that you are one good looking lady, and I would cherish even just one night with you, if that is what you want. If you do come to me Thursday night, I promise you will not be disappointed.”
I had arrived at the Best Western motel. I was parked next to Rob’s car in front of room 169. The moment of truth. I could back out, go home, and spend the night nursing a bottle of wine and a good movie. I had already talked to Jake. I felt bad talking to him knowing where I was going. Jake was Jake, and told me how much he loved me and already missed me. He would be back home the next day. I hope my voice wasn’t nervous, or guilty sounding. I had a way of doing that, and Jake was very perceptive. He did ask at one point if something was wrong. It was like he was clairvoyant.
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