An adult stories – Daddy, We Have to Talk by CindyTV,CindyTV All Characters are over the age of 21This is a work of Fiction based on real life situationsA Special Thanks for all the edits and great ideas goes out to OffRoadDiesel – a new author on Literotica. It wasn’t CovidDaddy, We Have to Talk
Jason Reflects:
I sat at my desk thinking back 30 years to our wedding and honeymoon and some of the best memories of my life. As I reflect upon these cherished memories of our honeymoon in Hawaii with Maggie, I’m overcome by a profound sense of nostalgia and gratitude. It was an extraordinary and truly magical time that will forever hold a special place in my heart. From the very beginning, it felt as though we had stepped into an enchanted realm that washes away the cares of the world leaving a serenity, words can’t describe. Walking hand in hand along the pristine beaches of Waikiki, the gentle waves lapping at our feet, we were swept away by the sheer beauty of our surroundings. The fragrant scent of plumeria permeated the air, serving as a constant reminder of the romance and tranquility that enveloped us.
Yet, it was not merely the captivating scenery that made our honeymoon unforgettable; it was the experiences we shared that etched themselves into the fabric of our souls. Exploring the lush rainforests and stumbling upon hidden waterfalls was a revelation of Mother Nature’s grandeur. Standing together, we marveled at the raw power and magnificence surrounding us. Our villa in Maui, perched atop cliffs, gifting us with panoramic vistas that seemed to stretch into eternity. Each sunset was a masterpiece, painting the sky with vivid hues, and in those precious moments as we held each other close, our hearts were filled with an overwhelming sense of love and commitment to each other.
And the nights! Oh, the nights were a symphony of romance beginning with dining by the flickering glow of candlelight on the beach beneath a canopy of stars as we savored exquisite flavors of fresh seafood and island delicacies. Yet, it was the tender gaze in Maggie’s eyes that made those evenings truly magical. Hawaii became more than a destination; it became the embodiment of our love story, a chapter filled with cherished memories and shared dreams made just for the two of us.
As I reminisce about our honeymoon, I am once again humbled by the beauty and depth of our connection during that time. Hawaii served as a catalyst for our love, nurturing our bond and providing us with moments of unparalleled joy and serenity. It is with heartfelt gratitude that I cherish the precious memories we created together in this haven of romance.
Now, thirty years later, lost in my thoughts, my secretary came into my office and watched me stare out the window for a moment then asked, “Jason! What or who do we thank for your good mood lately? Have you won the lottery or something? Care to share?” At that moment I realized that I had been smiling and indeed had been in a good mood for the last two weeks. I explained that my wife had become extra attentive and loving lately, and for the first time in many years I was appreciated and loved. I finished by saying I felt like I was on a second honeymoon, and for the first time in years looked forward to being with her all the time and couldn’t get her out of my head.
During these last two weeks, I found myself calling my Maggie several times a day just to hear her voice, telling her how much l loved her and missed her. I was acting like a love-struck high school teenager, but I didn’t care. I was happy again, and didn’t want it to stop.
Maggie and I had a strong marriage, but a 30-year relationship can become less exciting and more mundane. But for the last two weeks Maggie has been frisky, wanting to have sex almost every night, and doing things to me she hadn’t done for years. I never once had any suspicion or thought that the change in her affection was anything other than a rebirth of our marriage. I planned to surprise her with a romantic evening, and left work early.
With a smile on my face, I paid for the two dozen roses at the florist and filled out the heart covered card expressing my love, then stopped at the liquor store and bought her favorite bottle of wine along with a large box of chocolate covered cherries, her favorite. Tonight, I was not just going to tell Maggie how much I loved her, how happy she’s made me, but I was going to surprise her with the Seven-Day Cruise I purchased for us to celebrate our love.
Smiling, and with a spring in my step, I entered my house through the garage. Walking up the steps to the kitchen, I saw Brandi, our 29-year-old daughter, instead of my loving wife Maggie, sitting at our kitchen table. I smiled as I kissed her on her forehead and said hello.
“Hi baby, where’s you mom?”
(I’ve always heard every guy say that these next words are the most difficult to hear from a woman, but until you actually hear them, you’ll never really understand.)
“Daddy, we have to talk.”
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Chapter 2: Two weeks earlier
“Brandi, I’m not sure about this. I love your dad so much, and I’m afraid going through with this will hurt him.”
“Mom, dad loves you and he will understand. I mean, you said it yourself, you need something more than you’ve been getting and dad’s not getting any younger. I know he will understand your needs and let you have this one-time thrill.”
“Brandi, there is no way I can face your father and tell him I have a date with another man. I just couldn’t do that.”
“Then let me do it. Alexander will be expecting you at the restaurant at 7 P.M. and you’ll be ready to leave by 6 PM. I’ll be here when daddy gets home and explain everything to him, and you will have that experience you’ve been craving.”
“Honey, I know I accepted this date but I’m having second thoughts. It’s not right and I shouldn’t go. How can I face your dad for the next two weeks knowing I’ve accepted a date with another man.”
“Well, may I suggest you say nothing and you show him how much you love him during those two weeks. Make him know he has nothing to worry about, and when I explain things, he will understand that what you’re doing isn’t about love and only some new companionship and a little fun sex. Reach out to him and rock his world, and when I explain the situation that night, he will welcome you back with open arms. Trust me, daddy loves you and would do anything for you. He’s always given you what you wanted and that’s how he shows his love for you, mom.”
“I guess so, and maybe you’re right. I mean, it’s just one date, and it’s not like I’m leaving your dad for another man. A night of fun after 30 years shouldn’t be a problem. I’m going to show your dad just how wonderful he is, and how much I love him every night until my date night and then I’ll strive to make him the happiest man in the world when I return to him.”
“Mom, just make him feel loved and appreciated. He’s a great guy and he’ll give you this one experience. Now, I need to leave and get home to start dinner for Mike.”
“Thanks baby, and tell Mike I said hello. When are you two going to give us some grandchildren?”
“Soon, we’ve been talking about it and we plan to start working on it in a few months,” Brandi said before leaving for home.
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Maggie sat alone in the art studio Jason built for her behind their house in front of her recent project. She was struggling with her creativity lately as the thought of being with another man had been weighing on her mind. Guilt blocked her creative juices until Maggie considered Brandi’s words, and suddenly her brushes came back to life covering the canvas with vibrant colors and emotive scenery. Suddenly she felt confident that she was doing the right thing for herself, and that her husband would give her this experience.
She found herself talking to herself as she sat alone, feeling peace overcome her guilt, “Jason might be mad at first, but I know I can make him understand. I do love that man, and he’s been such a great husband and father. I’m going to be the best wife ever and show him just how much I love him.”
‘Love Jason’ Begins
The first night of my plan to shower him with love, I wore his favorite baby doll nightgown after taking a shower, fixing my hair and spending some extra time on my makeup and greeted Jason in my high heels and nightie when he came in the house and led him straight up to the bedroom where I undressed him.
After unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers I surprised him with something I hadn’t done in years. I took his cock into my mouth and gave him a very enthusiastic blow job, swallowing his entire load which he deposited in my mouth after only a few minutes. His smile made me feel warm and happy to be able to do this for him, and I wondered why I haven’t been doing this all along. He took me in his arms and with a big smile told me how much he loved me.
“Maggie, that was the best welcome home I’ve had in years. What’s the occasion, baby?”
“I just wanted to show you how special you are and how much I love you. Did you like it?”
“I loved it, and it’s been so long I forgot just how much I missed it.”
That made me feel good and I pulled him down onto the bed with me and we kissed for several minutes. He eagerly removed my wet panties and took me like a wild man, fucking me for the next ten minutes. After three amazing orgasms, he erupted inside my pussy. This was the best sex we’ve had in years and I started to rethink my date with Alexander.
For the next two weeks, our sex life had reached new levels of excitement, and Jason was a new man smiling, laughing, telling jokes, and being so loving, just like we used to be. I was happier than I’d been in a long time and reconsidered my plans for that date night again.
I even told Brandi how things had changed, and that maybe I didn’t need the experience anymore because dad and I got our mojo back.
“Mom, that’s great! But don’t give up yet. Let’s see how the next two weeks go. Just enjoy each other and see where it leads. No need to cancel anything just yet. Let’s see how you feel after two weeks and you can always cancel at the last minute. I’m sure Alexander would understand, but you need to realize that you may never have this chance again.”
“OK, you’re probably right. Tell me more about Alexander. I know he’s your friend’s dad but tell me again about his situation.”
“Sure mom. When he learned his wife, Mary, had an inoperable brain tumor, he took a leave of absence from work and spent every second with her until the moment she died. She was the love of his life, and after her death he became a shell of his former self. Other than going to work, he never left the house and turned into a recluse, not talking to his family or friends. Her death created a hole in his heart he could not fill. For the last three years he’s become depressed and a quiet man. When Mary and I suggested he get out and start dating, he explained there wasn’t anyone he knew, or how to be with anyone except his wife Mary.
Mom, listening to this wonderful man brought tears to my eyes and it occurred to me I may have the solution for both of you. I told him about your deep love with dad for thirty years and how great a wife you’ve been. I told him how your love life had become stagnant over the years, and how dad had slowed down as he grew older. I told him how we discussed going on a date for some excitement, not a long-term affair, but a friend to be with and maybe something more, but nothing long term as you would never leave dad. When he saw your photo, his eyes lit up and he smiled and asked me if I thought you would want to go out with him? Here’s the conversation we had…”
“Mr. Conner, I can assure you when I show my mom your photo, and tell her all about you, she would jump at the chance. She’s a few years older than you, will that be a problem?”
“Not if she looks like this, not at all. I’d love to spend some time with her. What about your dad? Would he really let her go out with me? I mean, it’s his wife!”
“Like I said: leave that to me. Daddy will do anything for mom to make her happy, and she needs this as much as you do. I think you two can help each other and become good friends. Leave it to me and I’ll set it up. I’ll speak with her and if she agrees I’ll give you her number, and then you can arrange the date and night together.”
“Night? What do you mean?”
“Mr. Conner, you two are adults. Both need each other. Be creative and plan for an evening and night together.”
“So, you can see he thinks you’re beautiful and would love to spend the night with you if you are interested. I’ll give him your cell phone number and tell him to call you during the day. He’s really good looking and about ten years younger than you and I know you’ll be happy. He just needs some companionship and a friend, and I know you can help each other.”
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The next day Alexander called Maggie and after a great conversation, he asked her to be his date and spend the night with him. She felt like a schoolgirl when he told her how pretty she was in the photo and how wonderful it would be if she would go out with him. The excitement from doing something so different and his flirtations caused her panties to moisten. She felt a stirring as she listened to his deep baritone voice, and placed a finger over the material of her pants and rubbed her pussy as she spoke with him.
She accepted the date and told him she looked forward to meeting him. He told her he would pick her up, but she said she would rather meet him at the restaurant. They texted each other daily and flirted with each other more and more as their date night approached. By date night, Maggie’s text would not pass the most basic wife test. She found herself constantly aroused as she imagined what she was about to do. She made sure she didn’t forget Jason, and put even more energy into their love making every night. Jason was now walking around with a grin plastered to his face as Maggie walked around with a dripping pussy and an uncontrollable urge for sex. This was a new level of excitement which she enjoyed beyond her dreams.
Chapter 3: Daddy, we have to talk
I loved my daughter and thought she was the prettiest girl in the world. I was so proud of her in how she developed into the woman she was today. I wished I had spent more time with her growing up, but I worked hard to provide them a great life, and made sure I was always there for her as much as I could be. I smiled when he saw her but was confused.
“Honey, what are you doing here and where’s your mom?” I said as she watched me put the two dozen roses on the table along with the bottle of wine and box of chocolates.
“I have a special surprise for your mom tonight, and I can’t wait to see her.”
Reaching into my jacket pocket, I took out the travel envelope and removed the travel plans and the 7-day cruise tickets. “I’m taking your mom on the new Love Boat for a 7-day cruise, and I can’t wait to see her face when she finds out. Don’t say anything when she gets home, I want to surprise her.”
“Daddy.” Calling me daddy always made me smile as I remembered when she was a little girl and sat on my lap. But I knew something was wrong. There were tears in her eyes and she was all choked up, worrying about what I was about to hear.
“Daddy, we have to talk,” she said as a tear fell from her eye. She saw the concern on my face.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen to mom?”
“No, mom’s just fine. Please just sit down and let me explain.”
I sat down and looked into her tear-filled eyes as she struggled to continue. After a moment she started to speak.
“Daddy, you know how much mom loves you, and she’s told me how great things have been between the two of you lately.”
“Yes, and I love her as well, and that’s why I want to show her how I feel.” Now, seeing her tears, I knew whatever she was going to tell me wasn’t going as she had planned.
“I’m so sorry daddy, but mom’s out on a date.”
I sat there quietly hearing the words but not understanding their meaning. Her tears were flowing now as my brain connected the dots, bringing out a bit of anger.
“Brandi, what are you talking about? Where’s your mother?” I demanded in a loud voice which made her fearfully recoil away from me.
“Mom really loves you daddy, and you might take this the wrong way, but mom went on a date with another man, and won’t be home until tomorrow. She couldn’t tell you herself, and I volunteered to break it to you because she couldn’t stand to hurt you. It’s only one night and mom will be back tomorrow.”
“Is this a joke? You can’t be serious! Your mother would never do anything to betray me like that. She’s been so loving and we’ve been so close. I don’t believe it.”
“Daddy, she loves you and just needed to do this one thing. After thirty years of marriage, she wasn’t feeling good about herself and needed something more in her life, just one time. Nothing will change between you; except she will love you even more for giving her this.”
I fixed an intense glare at my daughter. “Brandi, why are you involved? Your mother should never have brought you into this and I need to discuss this with her, not you! How did she get you in the middle of all this?”
“Daddy, you know that mom and I have always been very close, and we tell each other everything. She told me how things have slowed down in the bedroom between you two and how she didn’t feel desirable anymore and needed some excitement. My friend’s dad lost his wife a few years ago. He’s been so depressed and also needed some companionship, and I kind of introduced them.”
I quickly stood up, knocking my chair over behind me. “What the Fuck! Are you kidding? You introduced them and arranged for your mother to date another man? Is that what you’re saying?”
With her head lowered, her eyes looking at the floor she didn’t speak. I was now pacing back and forth in the kitchen trying to wrap my head around this train wreck.
“God Dammit, Brandi! Answer me!” I yelled, now standing over her. “Did you set this up? My wife, your mother, is on a date with your friend’s dad and you arranged it?” Spit flew out of my mouth with these angry words.
“I’m so sorry daddy, but yes. When you say it like that it sounds bad, but I did it out of love for mom and my friend’s dad.”
“Holy Hell, what have you done? Love for your mom and your friend’s dad? What about your love for me? What am I, trash you can shit on and expect me to accept whatever comes my way? Where is she now? And what did you mean, she won’t be home until tomorrow?”
“Daddy, he took her to a restaurant, I’m not sure which one, and then they’re spending the night together, but just this one time. She’ll be back tomorrow and daddy, she loves only you. That’s all she kept telling me for the last two weeks is how she loves you, and didn’t want you to be hurt by this. It’s only a date, and one night away. She knew you would understand and give her this one time.”
“So, that’s it? I’m a sucker for believing the last two weeks her renewed attentions were out of love, but now you’re telling me it was her way of expunging her guilt and making me her cuckold. Well, this isn’t going to work out well for anyone, I can assure you of that!”
Still in tears she pleaded with her father, “Daddy, it’s not like that at all. She would never fake her love or hurt you in any way. Just the opposite, she did all she could to let you know she loves you. Daddy, can’t you just give her this one night. You know she loves you and can’t live without you. She told me how she is looking forward to your retirement and spending time together with your grandchildren. Mike and I are planning to start our family and we need both of you.”
“Well, isn’t that just fucking special. That ship sailed the moment she accepted a date with some man that wasn’t me! Who is this guy?”
“My friend Mary’s Dad. He’s really a nice guy and you’ll like him, daddy. I think you two have a lot in common.”
“Oh yes, we could be such good buddies. So, you think I could become friends with a man that would knowingly date a married woman, my wife? Maybe we can become drinking buddies and I can let him fuck your mom on the weekends, is that what you two have planned for me?”
Brandi sank in her chair, realizing her plan had a serious flaw. She had never seen me so angry and speak to her like that. Chills ran down her spine as she cowered from my rage.
As I paced around the room, I finally regained control of my emotions, turned to my daughter and spoke in a venomous voice. A voice she never wanted to hear again. My hurt and pain were apparent and made her feel small and guilty for her part in all of this.
“Listen closely to me Brandi, I need you to leave now. I need some time alone to understand what the two of you have done to me tonight. I don’t want to see or hear from you. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. EVER! Your betrayal is unforgivable, and as of now I don’t have a daughter. You’re dead to me. Do you understand what that means? I’m no longer your father, and I have no daughter. Now get out of my house, and never speak to me again.”
Brandi was openly sobbing with her head in her hands, “Daddy, please don’t say that. I love you and want to stay here tonight. Mom and I planned for me to stay with you. We don’t want you to be alone.”
“Brandi, the level of disrespect you’ve shown me makes me wonder if you ever respected or loved me as your father. You are your mother’s daughter. All these years I’ve spent working like a dog to give you and your mother the best life possible, this is the thanks I get? No, it turns out that I’ve only been here as your meal ticket, and apparently never earned any respect from either of you.”
Between her tears and sobs she continued, “Daddy, I do love you. Please don’t say that. Just let mom have this and let her explain tomorrow. You’ve had 30 great years together and I know you love her. Just give her this one thing, she’s not going to leave you, daddy. She loves you.”
“She can have her ‘one thing,’ two things, or a thousand things, but she will never have me again. This is beyond my capacity for forgiveness. There will be hell to pay to all parties involved, including the ‘lonely man’ that took MY WIFE, a married woman. Now, LEAVE! You’ve shown your true colors. You still have your mom, nothing will change for you, the two of you were meant for each other. As I said Brandi, in my heart, you are no longer my daughter, now please just leave me alone.”
As tears rolled down her face she literally ran out of the house in pain. Pain she had never felt before. She never considered her daddy would respond like that. Did he really disown her? For the first time she realized that she may have crossed the line in helping her mom with this idea. She knew he loved both of them, and could clearly see he was angry, no, furious, and prayed he would forgive them.
Jason takes action
Right after Brandi left, I called Maggie’s cell phone which went straight to voicemail. I left her several messages begging her to call me and to come home. Then after several drinks and no return calls, I left several texts with the same message. No response.
At 2 A.M. I realized she was not coming home and had no intention of returning my calls. I was tired of feeling sorry for myself and just stared at the TV which happened to be broadcasting more bad news. My world had turned to shit in the blink of an eye.
I considered our thirty years together, the good times, the birth of our daughter, all the parties and graduations, Brandi’s wedding, and the closeness we all shared, now gone forever. Before her betrayal Maggie and I still had sex two to three times per week. Yes, it became routine and not as exciting as it was thirty years earlier, but there were never any complaints and in fact, we always cuddled and held each other after sex and fell asleep in each other’s arms. There wasn’t a day or a phone call where we didn’t leave each other by saying, ‘I Love You’ and we rarely fought.
Looking out the window, I found myself staring at the art studio I built for Maggie to support her hobby. For the last twenty years she spent most of her time creating wonderful paintings and sculptures in that studio, winning several awards for her artwork, which were on display in the room I built to exhibit all of her awards and paintings. It became a shrine to my wife’s work and her sanctuary.
I always felt that besides her daughter, that damn studio was the most important thing in her world. At best, I was third on her importance list, but I loved her and I was fine with that as long as she was happy. The talk with Brandi hit me hard. This revelation about her needing to go out with another man hit me completely by surprise and without a shred of warning.
Apparently, all the years of long hours at work providing for the family kept me too busy to see that she wasn’t satisfied with me or our marriage. Doing this to us without talking to me, and instead sharing this with Brandi, was humiliating and fueled my anger.
I reflected on my life, my home, and my future. I inherited my home and property from my grandfather and it was in my name before we were married. There was no mortgage on the property which got me thinking. In my drunken state, with my anger spiking, I started to consider ways to hurt Maggie like she hurt me tonight. As I continued to look out the window at her studio, The Devil sitting on my shoulder whispered in my ear. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the pain from the betrayal, or the humiliation in front of my daughter that I was feeling, but I was suddenly energized.
With that renewed energy I jumped off the couch and replaced my sorrow with action. I made over a dozen trips to our bedroom and gathered every piece of her belongings and brought them to the studio. All of her expensive shoes, dresses, clothes, lingerie, jewelry, and everything that belonged to her was now on the floor, in the middle of her sanctuary, the art studio.
For the next hour I went through the house and collected every photo album, including all of our wedding photos and placed them on top of the growing pile. Then I remembered she had some items in the attic, which were vacuum sealed. I found her wedding dress, baby clothes, and many more sentimental items and dragged them to the pile which was now about four feet tall. It’s amazing how much one person can collect over the years.
Then I took all her paintings off the wall, and placed them on the pile. The sculptures, all of her sketchbooks and everything she loved was now part of the growing mound of items. It was now 5 A.M. and I was still jacked up. I told myself I would not do anything until 6 A.M., giving her a chance to come home or return my calls and texts. If I didn’t get any response, or she was not home, I was going to finish what I started.
I went through the house one more time, making sure I had everything she owned and cared for plied in the studio. At 5:30 I took the 5 gallon can of gasoline from the garage and made my way out to the studio, preparing for the 6 A.M. deadline.
During this time, I went online and canceled joint credit cards and moved money in our accounts, took the cash out of the safe and packed a few suitcases. I then placed them in my truck, as I would be spending some time away until the attorneys figured things out.
I waited an extra five minutes for her to return and at 6:05, I gave up my last bit of hope and poured the gasoline on the pile and along the walls of the studio. With a deep sigh, and after a few seconds of hesitation, I made the decision and threw a lit match on the floor which instantly ignited the pile of her treasures. The fire spread quickly, and before I left the driveway the flames were already noticeable from the street. The fire quickly consumed her world and everything she loved.
As I drove down the highway, a sudden realization struck me, magnified by the terrible state I was in. A terrible sadness engulfed me, and tears began streaming down my face. In that moment, it became clear that my once beautiful marriage had met the same fate as the studio — it had gone up in flames.
What I didn’t anticipate is the fire jumping from the studio to the back porch, which went up in flames along with the art studio. Fortunately, the firemen working on the studio were able to put out the fire on the porch and save the home. The home had serious smoke damage and would be unlivable until the damage could be repaired.
While all this was happening, I had checked into a Motel-Six along the highway about 90 miles from the smoldering ashes that was once my marriage, and paid with cash. I didn’t want to be found until I was able to think straight and using credit cards would have made it easy if the police were looking for me. I hadn’t slept and was running on Adrenaline until I opened the door to my room. I shut off my phone and collapsed on the bed, falling into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up until the next afternoon. My phone started to light up once I turned it on. I had dozens of missed calls and text messages from Brandi, Maggie, and the Sheriff.
Chapter 3: Maggie’s Date
After getting out of the Uber, I met Alexander at the restaurant and was nervous and excited to see this handsome young man waiting for me at the hostess desk. He smiled when he saw me, admiring my little black dress, black sheer pantyhose and matching high heel pumps. His eyes were drawn to my exposed cleavage enhanced by my black shelf bra. I spent hours at the salon earlier in the day having my hair and makeup done to perfection. I wanted this one-time thing to be exciting and memorable and perfect for him. My date seemed satisfied by what he saw, and the way he fixed his hardening manhood emphasized his reaction. My confidence grew knowing he liked what he saw and welcomed his tender kiss as he greeted me.
We started at the bar and sat on one of the bar stools and as I scooted up, I saw him peek at my nylon covered legs all the way to my exposed panties. We both smiled as he ordered our drinks. I decided to turn my phone off so nothing would interrupt the night’s activities. I knew this night would never happen again and I was going to enjoy every moment. We had chemistry together and got along as if we were old friends. I found myself touching his arm and flirting, which was not something I usually did with anyone, including Jason. But I was going to let my inner slut free tonight and enjoy the experience.
As we were finishing our second drink, the cute hostess informed us our table was ready and escorted us to our seats. Dinner was wonderful, and I was enjoying the conversation, and our time together. When he asked me if I still wanted to spend the night with him, I removed one of my heels and placed my foot between his legs. I started rubbing the material of his pants as my toes massaged his crotch as his cock hardened from my playful teasing. When he looked down at my red toenails peeking through the sheer nylon covering my foot rubbing his cock, he smiled and said it’s time to leave.
Holding hands, he led me to his hotel room which he had already arranged. When the elevator opened at the 14th floor, I realized what I was about to do and thoughts of Jason suddenly entered my head. He must have noticed, because he pulled me into his strong body. When I looked up at him, he gave me a romantic kiss, the likes of which I hadn’t experienced before. That was all it took for me to forget my husband and my marriage. I was going to be his tonight, and enjoy this experience.
Once in the room, he wasted no time and unzipped my dress. As it fell to the floor, he removed his clothes and stood before me exposing his rock-hard cock. He spun me around and told me how sexy I looked and then removed my bra and lowered me to the bed. I don’t know how long it lasted, but Alexander made love to my breast and nipples with his tongue. It was so sensual and loving that I felt my pussy dripping with anticipation of things to come.
I took his cock in my hand and felt his heat and hardness as I got on my knees and worshiped his beautiful tool for the next ten minutes. He couldn’t take it anymore and forcefully removed my pantyhose and ordered me to put my heels back on, because he found it so sexy. This made me feel a little naughty and being told how sexy it was brought out my inner slut.
Then he effortlessly picked me up as if I was a rag doll. As he stood tall, he then positioned me so my legs wrapped around his body. He then did something I’ve never experienced before. As he started kissing me, he slowly lowered me onto his cock. As our tongues continued to explore each other’s mouths I felt the tip of his cock pressing on my pussy lips. Then slowly his throbbing manhood entered me as I let out a gentle moan into his mouth. Still lip locked, he then lowered me until I was completely impaled by his engorged cock, and that’s when I experienced my first of many orgasms that night. I’d never orgasmed so fast or hard for Jason, and found myself comparing this man to my husband. I knew that wasn’t good, and quickly put Jason out of my mind and only focused on this handsome man who was now pounding me into oblivion — still standing beside the bed.
Alexander then threw me down onto the bed without disengaging. He was strong, hard, and fast as his cock continued to piston in and out of my wet pussy. He kissed me several times as we fucked, bringing out several more orgasms. This man was an Olympic kisser. I briefly thought, “I have to get Jason to do that, it’s so sexy. Shit more comparisons. Stop it.”
Then I felt him tense up and raise his head as we looked into each other’s eyes. He started fucking me faster and just as he exploded deep inside me. I felt his cock pulsating deep inside me and I knew he was filling me with his semen.
As he was shooting his seed inside my pussy, he continued to look deep into my eyes and said, “I love you, Maggie.” This was unexpected and his words touched my heart. The sensations and the passion brought me the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I can only describe it as a religious experience, and so powerful that I was overwhelmed with tears of joy.
We made love four more times that night and once more in the morning, each as intense as the previous time. It was by far the best sexual experience of my life, and I was happy with myself for allowing this time with Alexander to happen. Thoughts of Jason were starting to bring me back to reality but I tried to focus on the man holding me as much as I could.
As we lay there with the sun peeking through the curtains, he kissed me gently and stroked my hair. “Maggie, I meant what I said last night. You’re an amazing woman, so sexy, and sensual, and I think I love you and want to spend more time with you. Can I see you again?”
Suddenly I became concerned and tried to be gentle, “Alexander, it was the best sex I’ve ever had, and you’re a wonderful, sweet man, but I’m happily married and can’t do this again. This was a one-time experience and I loved it and you were amazing. You’re a wonderful lover and I enjoyed every second.”
“Maggie, think about it before you say no. Your husband seems to be OK with this and if you allow things to continue, I can make you a very happy woman. Just think about it before you say no, please.”
“OK, yes. I’ll think about it but that’s the best I can do right now.”
With another deep kiss he held me tight as I melted into his arms. If I wasn’t married to Jason, I would be with this man in a heartbeat. But Jason was my husband and I hoped he could forgive me for what I just did.
Maggie returns home
After breakfast we left the hotel and as he drove me home, I turned on my phone for the first time since my date started last night. I was shocked to see all the missed calls and text messages. I saw Jason’s text and felt a pang of guilt stab me in my heart. The dear man was hurting and I wasn’t there for him. I felt a tear in my eye realizing his pain was caused by me. Then, before I could go to my next text, the phone rang as Alexander turned into my neighborhood.
“Mother, where are you?”
“Hi baby, I’m almost home.”
“Mother, there was a fire at your house. We’ve tried to call you all night but I guess you shut your phone off.”
“A fire? Where’s your dad?”
“That’s just it mom, he’s gone. Nobody knows where he is and he’s not answering his phone either. I have a bad feeling about this, mom.”
“I’m almost there. I’ll call you back.”
When Alexander turned the corner to my street, I saw the fire truck and police in front of our house. From the front of the house, I didn’t see any damage and asked the firemen what happened.
“Are you the homeowner?” he asked as all the neighbors were watching me as I stood with the unknown handsome man, my date.
“Yes, I’m Maggie Spencer.”
“Well, Mrs. Spencer, we were able to save the home with only damage to the back porch, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to stay here until you can call for a cleanup from the smoke damage inside your home. The main damage was to the small cottage behind your home. I’m afraid it’s a total loss.”
I felt my legs give out as Alexander caught me and helped me sit down on the curb.
“My studio? Is it damaged?
“Sorry, Mrs. Spencer, there’s nothing left but smoldering ashes. We’ll be investigating the cause of the fire, but for now the police detective has some questions for you.”
I quickly stood and ran to the back of the property before Sergeant Wilson could ask me any questions. He caught up with me as I stood in front of the remains of my most prized possession. I immediately realized that Jason must have done this as revenge for my actions.
“Mrs. Spencer, do you have any idea what happened here?” Sergeant Wilson asked.
“No, I was away last night and I have no idea.”
“Are you her husband?” he said, turning to Alexander.
“No, just her friend.”
I felt my face turn red with embarrassment when the sergeant gave me a knowing look and asked where my husband was. I told him I didn’t know. When he asked where I was last night, I shyly said I was with Alexander at the Hilton downtown. The looks I got from the sergeant and his assistant made me realize the seriousness of my situation. I just admitted that I spent the night with a man other than my husband, who was now missing. The detective now had questions.
“Mrs. Spencer, are you and your husband estranged? Would you know where he was last night?”
“No, we’re a happily married couple,” and I realized how stupid that sounded after admitting I spent the night with another man.
“Do you know where he is?”
“No, he’s not answering his phone.”
“We will want to speak to him so when you talk to him, please give him my number,” he said, handing me his card.
I was shaking with anger and fear. Anger at the loss of my sanctuary and all the years of the works I’ve created. All gone, forever. Fear of the thought that Jason could be so angry as to do this and what that means to my marriage. I had to speak with him as soon as possible. I called Brandi.
“Brandi, do you know where your father is?”
“No, I haven’t spoken to him since last night.”
“Why didn’t you stay here with him as we planned?”
“Mom, he threw me out and told me I wasn’t his daughter any longer.”
Hearing those words sent a chill through my body. Jason would never say anything like that and if he did, this was going to be much worse than I ever anticipated. I entered the house to see the smoke damage on the walls and how terrible the smell permeated our home. Clearly there was no way to live here under these conditions.