Married Laura Has an Affair Pt. 01

"Fuck me," I whispered as he slid his cock into me.

"Anything for you, babe," Jeff responded, his eyes locked on mine, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that had me panting for more.

We'd met at a conference in Chicago, and after a few drinks at the bar, we found ourselves in the elevator heading to our room. We were both a little tipsy, but I was completely sober enough to know what I wanted--him, on me, in me, with me.

"Harder, Jeff," I said, digging my fingernails into his shoulders and encouraging him to go deeper.

"Like that?" He grinned down at me and picked up his pace, slamming into me over and over. I gasped at the sensation, loving every second of it. "God, you're beautiful," he muttered. "So gorgeous, so sexy."

"Please..." I wanted to come so badly, but I couldn't get there with him just fucking me. I needed more. "Can you touch my clit?" I asked.

He reached down between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in quick little circles. "Does that feel good? Do you want to come for me, baby?"

I nodded and bit my lip. "Yes, please."

"That's it, baby, come for me," he whispered, his mouth moving down my neck. My toes curled and I exploded around him, my pussy squeezing his cock and milking him. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight." He moaned and let himself go, pushing into me and coming hard.

I smiled up at him. "You're not bad yourself."

He pulled out and rolled off to my right, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Glad to hear that," he said with a grin. "We should do this again sometime." He leaned over and kissed my shoulder.

I nodded. "Definitely."

"What do you want to do first? Sleep or order food?" He leaned up on his elbow. "And then maybe we can go another round."

"Ummmm, I could go for both," I said with a laugh. "Why don't you go order some food and I'll get some sleep? Maybe a nap and we can round two when the food gets here?"

"Sounds good to me," Jeff said, and he grabbed the phone. "What do you want? Should I just get a bunch of stuff?"

"Sure," I said as I rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes. "A salad, maybe some fries, a burger, a chicken sandwich, that sounds good." I drifted off as he ordered our food.

* * *

I woke to my cell phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was my husband calling to check in. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand; it was close to six. Shit, how long had I been asleep?

"Hey, honey," I answered.

"Hi," he responded. "How's the trip going?"

"It's fine," I said. "How are you?"

"It's good, just busy at work."

"Okay, how much longer?" I asked. We'd been talking about having another kid, and I wanted to start trying soon.

"Maybe another week? Two weeks? I don't know." He sighed. "Sorry. I'll do better when you get back."

"It's okay," I said. "I'm just a little tired." I thought about Jeff lying in the bed with me. "But the conference is going well. Met some good contacts." I wanted him to feel good about this trip, and I wanted him to think that everything was going well.

"Glad to hear that, baby." He paused. "I miss you."

I smiled and leaned over to where Jeff was lying. "I miss you too, honey." I touched Jeff's hip and he looked at me, a question on his face. "My husband," I mouthed. He nodded.

"Do you want to try and video chat when I get home from work? We could talk before you go to bed," my husband said.

"Sure, that would be great," I said.

"Okay, I'll see you then," he said and hung up.

"Your husband?" Jeff asked. He'd put his pants back on while I slept and I pulled the sheets up to my chest.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"And you're..." he raised an eyebrow.

"Cheating on him."

"And do you have kids?"

"No, not yet," I responded. "We've been trying for the past year, but no luck."

"And you thought that sleeping with me would help your chances of getting pregnant?" Jeff sounded confused. I couldn't blame him; this was a little weird.

"Look, I just wanted to be with you, okay? And it's not like we're going to do this again." I turned to my back and tried to go back to sleep.

"So you're not going to fuck me again?" Jeff's voice was gruff.

I rolled over and looked at him. "If you want me to." I felt something between my legs and realized he'd put on a condom while I was talking to my husband.

"I want you," he said, sliding into me.

"I thought that we weren't going to..." I moaned as he pushed deeper.

"We didn't have to," he said. "But it's hard to be next to someone who looks as good as you do naked and not try and fuck you." He rocked into me again. "How about we make a deal?" He paused and pulled back a little. "Let's fuck as many times as possible until I leave tomorrow morning."

"Mmmmm, that's a pretty tempting deal," I said.

"And if you get pregnant, I guess we'll just have to make this a more regular thing." He smiled at me.

I smiled back. "Deal."

We fucked again, and then we took a break when the food got there. I ate a burger and salad while he watched TV, then we fucked again in the shower. I dried myself off and went to check my email and saw that my husband had sent me a funny email from work about one of his coworkers who was always late. I laughed and started to read my other email messages when I heard Jeff behind me.

"Let's see if you taste as good as you look," he said as he lifted me onto the desk and pulled my legs apart. My ass was on the edge of the desk, my feet dangling in the air. He pushed his face into me and I gasped at the feeling. I closed my eyes as his tongue flicked against my clit. "Mmmmm," he said. "You taste good."

"Make me come," I moaned. He obliged, rubbing his tongue against my clit in quick circles until I came, screaming his name.

* * *

"Okay, but next time don't be gone so long, okay?" I said into the phone.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to make you worry." My husband's voice crackled over the phone.

I sighed. "It's okay, just don't do it next time."

"Okay, love you," he said.

"Love you," I responded and hung up. We were on day three of trying for the baby and I had my fingers crossed that this would be the time. I didn't know why I had such a strong feeling, but this just felt like the right time.

Jeff and I were at his apartment, which he'd insisted was better than my hotel room. He was a lot better looking in real life than he'd been in Chicago and I was pretty sure that this would work.

"Want to try and make a baby?" I said, looking up at him from where I sat on his couch.

"You don't have to ask me that," he said, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to his bedroom. "You look like a woman who wants a good hard fuck."

"I do," I said and he slammed me down on his bed.

He pulled my pants off and threw them on the floor. His dick was hard against his jeans and I licked my lips. "Is that what you want?" He gestured down at his cock.

I nodded, licking my lips again. He pulled his dick out and stroked himself slowly. "You have to say it."

"Jeff, please," I moaned.

"That's not good enough."

I looked up at him and thought for a moment. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Will that be enough?"

His eyebrows raised. "If you can convince me that you're ready for that, then yeah, I'd be more than happy to fuck you in the ass."

I nodded and spread my legs. "I'm ready."

"Good girl," he said as his fingers pushed into me. I gasped and he added a second finger. I moaned, feeling myself stretching around him. He pumped his fingers into me slowly and I gasped. "You okay with that?"

"Yes," I said, gasping a little as his fingers moved in and out of my ass.

"Then let's see what we can do." He pulled out and climbed onto the bed between my legs. He pulled me onto all fours and positioned himself behind me. I looked back at him and moaned as he pressed the tip of his cock against my ass. "Relax," he said, his hands moving down to my hips and digging into my skin.

I nodded and let myself relax. He pushed in slowly until he was buried in my ass. He pulled back and pumped into me, his thrusts picking up in speed until he was fucking me hard. I cried out, loving the feeling of his cock buried deep in my ass.

"Does that feel good?" he grunted.

"Yes," I screamed. "Don't stop."

"I don't plan on it," he responded, pumping into me over and over until he came.

I collapsed onto the bed as he pulled out. "Fuck," I said with a sigh. "That was good."

"It certainly was," Jeff agreed.

"Want to go get food?" I asked a few minutes later. "I'm starved."

He laughed and climbed off the bed. "You want food? You're hungry?" He picked up my pants and tossed them at me.

"Yes," I said, pulling my pants back on. "Do you know what you want?"

"Not yet," he said. "There's a pizza place down the street, a Chinese place, a sandwich shop." He ticked them off on his fingers. "What do you feel like?"

"Surprise me," I said with a smile.

"Alright." He grabbed his jacket and we headed out the door. We walked a block or two in silence until I asked, "So, how's life at the office?"

He laughed. "The usual, how about you?"

"The same," I responded, glancing around at the people on the street. "So I'm hoping that this is going to work."

He nodded and took my hand. "Me too."