Natalie’s response was “I think that you faked the dates on those text posts and that it’s bullshit,” although it was said with a big grin on her face because she obviously knew that I was telling the truth. Then she immediately changed the subject and nothing more even remotely similar was discussed.
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We finished dinner about 8:15 and I said “It’s still almost three hours before your bed time; let’s go to a dance club — you can dance can’t you.”
“I’d put you to shame,” she cackled.
Actually, while I am a decent dancer, she did put me to shame; well at least she would have if I gave a shit that she was much better than I was, which I didn’t.
Natalie did seem to like to be manhandled on occasion on the dance floor. A couple of times during slow songs I lifted her off her feet and danced around holding her off the ground. She playfully swore at me when I did so, but I got the distinct impression that she actually loved it.
I think that she also liked it when I declined on her behalf all of the other offers to dance that she got — there were lots. At least she never complained when I declined on her behalf, and when there was one guy who was belligerent and told me “I’m not asking you asshole,” I stood up, got in his face (he was six inches shorter and twenty five pounds lighter than I am) and I snarled “Leave now in one piece or be carried out in several.”
He got the message and retreated with his tail between his legs. When I sat back down I thought that Natalie might be distressed by my macho display. Instead she just gave me a big smile.
About 10:30 I was sweating and Natalie was glowing from our intense dancing, so we took off for her hotel. I valet parked my car and insisted on escorting her to her room. I was surprised when she didn’t object but just took my arm.
When we got to her room something happened that only happens in movies, or to famous guys; never to a guy like me. Natalie got close to me and put her hand on my chest and wiggled her fingers around as she looked up at me.
“I’ve never cheated on my husband before; but you’re so big and powerful there’s nothing that I could do to stop you if you wanted to fuck me.” Pause—- “Do you want to fuck me like the lust-filled animal that you are, like you said in your text exchange with your friend?” Pause—- “Are you planning on manhandling me and stuffing your big cock into my snug pussy?” Pause—- “Are you going to be a gentleman and leave with just a quick kiss on your lips, or are you going to ravish me until I beg for mercy?”
By that time my mind had completely deferred to my crotch and my cock was so stiff that I could have pounded nails with it. I snapped the key card from her hand, swiped it over the door lock, moved the door open with my foot, and lifted her up and carried her over the threshold.
Exercising the most restraint that I ever have in my life once I put Natalie down on her feet I gave her several nice pecks on the lips and then started undressing her. It didn’t take long. All she had on was her LBD, a pair of panties, and her four inch heels. As I stared at her naked body I was star-struck. Every naked part of her was better than I could have dreamed. “You’re a fucking goddess,” I mumbled.
She rose on her tippy toes, pulled my head down, and gave me a quick kiss. Then she undressed me. Except for pants and socks I didn’t really have more on than she did, and she made quick work of my clothes. When she pulled down my boxers and my cock “boinged” free she chuckled. “How that hell am I supposed to fit that thing into my poor little pussy?”
“We’ll find out,” I said as I lifter her up and walked her into the bathroom of her luxury hotel suite. Being a luxury suite the shower stall was large and ornate, the warm water came out of the nozzle quickly, and we laughed and giggled as we washed the sweat off of our bodies. I was proud of myself that I only got my hand slapped half a dozen times.
Once we were clean I dried her thoroughly, and myself in a half-assed manner, then carried her to the king sized bed. Once I laid her there I didn’t waste any time in licking, sucking, and fingering her labia and clit.
Natalie was a real talker. She swore — when she wasn’t overcome with an orgasm — at me almost constantly. After her third orgasm complements of my lips, tongue, and fingers, she huskily asked “Are you ever going to fuck me?”
“You bet,” I growled, starting to mount her.
“Me on top animal,” she grumbled and then latched onto me as I lay onto the mattress and pulled her on top of me.
Natalie positioned herself with one hand on my chest and the other holding my cock as she precisely placed her pussy over my mushroom shaped glans and then started lowering herself. The penetration was slow — but ever so pleasurable. After a couple of minutes she seemed frustrated, and just let her entire weight push her down. She let out a momentary yelp and then started moaning “Oh fuck that feels good…”
Soon she was bouncing up and down while telling me just to lay there for now. It may have been one of few times in my life that I was the fuckee rather than the fucker; but I had zero complaints.
Natalie had one orgasm bouncing up and down on me, and then I couldn’t take it any longer. I rolled her underneath me without my cock ever leaving her vagina, and then stroked about a dozen quick times. As I ejaculated into her she screamed, shook almost like she was in the throes of a seizure, and then passed out.
Once my gun was empty I slowly withdrew and then slightly panicked. I thought for sure that I had hurt her. As I frantically mumbled “Are you all right, Natalie,” while stroking her face and neck, after about fifteen seconds her eyes opened. After another ten seconds or so she grinned. “Now, at 33 years old, I finally know what it’s like to be fucked unconscious,” she smiled.
Once she was completely with it she pulled my head down and laid on a kiss so hot that I was surprised that the sprinklers weren’t activated. When she broke the kiss she said “Since this is going to be the only fling of my life let’s make the most of it,” and started rubbing my testicles.
Natalie and I got damn little sleep that night. Although her tits weren’t big enough for a titty fuck, she loved having them suckled and worshipped. She also loved playing with my cock and balls, and I loved playing with her pussy and making her nervous by fingering her asshole.
Her pussy was also up to as much fun as I could provide for it. Fortunately, I had scored a couple of little blue pills because otherwise I would not have been able to keep up with her. With the help of modern chemistry I was able to make four sperm deposits in her bank, each with an orgasm as intense as any I ever had before in my life, and she must have had two dozen orgasms complements of virtually every movable part of my body.
Natalie did set an alarm; we woke up from the little sleep that we got — I estimate three hours, tops — about 10:00 a. m. We both had big smiles on our faces.
We had another shower together with no fucking or fingering, and then returned to bed for one last fuck — this time (as was one last night) in the doggy position, which she seemed to really love especially when I twisted one of her nipples and shoved my thumb into her asshole as I injected her with a load of seminal fluid.