Wet & Hard

****This story involves adultery. If you don't like that, please don't read any further. Everyone involved in sexual situations is 18+****

Sometimes you just need human heat. To feel someone else's warmth against a cold part of your body; like cold fingers against the warmth of an aroused crotch. Likewise, there is simply no substitute in all of masturbation for a noticeably ridged cock in a soft wet cunt.

Its elemental. Primal. Animal.

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"Welcome to exciting Cleveland girls!' Vince said over his shoulder to his daughter, Elana, and her traveling companions.

It was a halfhearted statement on his part, and it was met with an extremely lackluster response. Not that anyone could blame either Vince or the girls for being run down after a 7 hour drive with only one stop.

Vince's mood wasn't helped any by the huge number of people in the lobby waiting to check in. Ever since Elana had started with Revel dance competitions and conventions, Vince had become used to lugging bags, standing in lines, straightening out room assignments, and much more all while Elana excitedly spent time with her friends.

He didn't mind it, not really, but as he stood in the long, slow moving line for the front desk, he once again realized there were no other dance dads to be found. He scanned the unruly glob of a line before him and saw all the moms surrounded by bags and other travel detritus. They formed the actual "line" part of this mass while their little dancing stars either flitted about talking to one another, or, stared into their phones.

After about 25 minutes he finally made it to the front and when the guy at the counter said "Good afternoon sir, welcome to Hotel Cleveland. How are you doing today?" Vince couldn't stop himself, blurting out "I could use several drinks. But fine otherwise."

The clerk laughed and went about the check in process, handing two little cardboard folios to Vince containing the key cards for the rooms. Then it was time to wait in another poorly formed line to get an elevator, and Vince felt his blood pressure shoot up when he realized that many of the small groups were taking up a whole elevator car with all their stuff.

The last indignity arrived when they finally got up to the rooms and they weren't adjoining, as he had reserved. Usually when it was just him and Elana they shared a room, but with Nikki and Rashami along that just wouldn't do. The rooms were across the hall from one another, and with the thought of going down and waiting in the line again occurring to him, he decided to chance it.

How much more trouble could three teen girls get into with a hallway separating them from him rather than a wall? He kept one of the keys to their room in case he had to check on anything, while also opting to not tell any of their moms about it. He had just enough time to get a quick nap before they were due at the ballroom. He slept deeply enough that when his alarm went off 30 minutes later, it took him a few minutes to remember where he was.

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As Debbie navigated through the streets of Cleveland to the hotel, her dread had reached new levels. Addyson had thrown a fit when it was time to leave, and no matter how much Debbie prodded her daughter she couldn't find out why she was suddenly so resistant to a dance competition. She suspected - correctly as she would come to find out later - that Addy had been getting teased by The Muller girls again her type of dance being inferior to the ballet they bragged about non stop.

Arriving late had the benefit of shorter lines in the lobby, but then she had to hector Addy into getting changed for the first event of the day. What was looking like a torturous few days took a sudden turn for the better when they were walking into the ballroom and Addy's eyes lit up. She bolted away from her mother in the direction of a girl Debbie vaguely recognized from a previous event.

Debbie stood feeling mostly relief that Addy may actually enjoy herself now that she had someone to talk to and hang out with during the weekend. Within moments she joined a bunch of the other dance moms in halfhearted small talk before eventually opening her phone to doomscroll for a while.

By the time the evenings events had wrapped up, and they had eaten, Vince told the girls he was going to head down to the lobby to have a drink. He reminded Elana that he was just a text and elevator ride away, but he knew he wouldn't hear from her unless the room caught fire. Probably not even then.

When Vince exited the elevator he grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. After taking a few gulps of it he exhaled loudly and rubbed his road weary neck.

"Dance dad?" he heard a voice behind him.

He turned to see a short brunette, probably in her mid to late 40's stood with her hand on the empty stool next to him. He smiled at her and nodded, setting off a chain of polite, non-verbal conversation. The woman gestured to the seat, clearly asking if anyone was sitting there, and Vince held out both hands, palms up, in the direction of the chair, just as clearly that the seat was available.

"I'm Debbie." She said after she finally got situated.

"Vince." he said simply in reply as the bartender approached.

"How old is yours?" He asked after she had ordered an espresso martini.

"17. Yours?"

"16. But she'll be 17 in two months. It is a tough age." Vince said with a light shake of the head.

"Meh, they've all been pretty tough. Is she your only one?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yes, but it often feels like I also have a 50 year old son to take care of too."

"Ah. I know the type." Vince said thinking about his buddies who all complained about their wives "nagging" them to handle basic household tasks.

They each finished the drink in front of them and when the bartender checked on them, they both ordered another. All the while, they chatted about the vagaries of the dance circuit and parenting a Gen Alpha girl.

Debbie immediately took note of how easy Vince was to talk to. She liked his smile, especially how his eyes narrowed when he smiled wide. As he finished his second drink his tongue darted out to lick a small bit of foam from his lip and the first thing Debbie thought was fuck, I haven't been eaten out in a long time.

"That was good but I think I need to call in the big guns. I'm going to step outside to smoke a little pot. You're free to join if you'd like." He said, so matter-of-factly that Debbie found it completely charming.

"Its been a minute since I've smoked weed, but.... I think I could use it too!" she said getting up.

"We'll be right back" Vince said to the bartender who nodded back in their direction.

As they crossed the street to Cleveland Public Square, Vince pulled a vape pen from his pocket and took an extremely long drag, passing it to Debbie as he exhaled. She took her own more modest pull as he spun to sit on the low wall surrounding the edge of the park.

"Do you think this is... you know... safe?" Debbie said looking around the park and seeing multiple people laying down, most likely unhoused people.

"I mean... they say its bad for your lungs, but then again just being alive in America is bad for your health these days, so I say fuck it!"

"No, not the weed. Like, being out here at night?"

"Oh! Yeah, its totally fine." Vince replied in a reassuring rather than judgmental way.

Debbie took a much longer drag of the weed, feeling silly that she had let her white, suburban mom energy out. She had gone to college in Chicago and always hated it when her mom and dad talked about how dangerous they thought it was. Her husband also despised cities and saw danger around every corner. But she didn't say any of that. She just handed the vape back to Vince.

They sat there smoking for about ten minutes but in that time their conversation intensified. Maybe it was the alcohol and the weed, or maybe it was some silent recognition of something in the other, but they were well past pleasantries shared with a stranger and even verging on a bit of flirty energy.

When Vince stood up to head back inside, Debbie stayed on the wall for a few seconds looking up at her smoking companion. He was well over six feet tall and had what Debbie's sister called a "tennis dad bod" trim and lightly muscled, but very masculine. For the minute she put aside how unfair it was that middle aged guys got to be hotter with gray hair, because it made this harmless flirting even more enjoyable.

When they got back inside their seats were gone, but they found two on the other side of the bar and drew the bartender's attention to order another round. As they waited they each checked on their daughters, getting similarly terse responses.

"K." Vince said with a shake of the head. "I sent four full sentences and all I got back was 'K.'"

The bartender laughed as she dropped of their drinks, and Debbie turned her phone to show the emoji that she had got in return. As he was looking at the screen it lit up with an incoming call from "Brett", and Debbie climbed down off the stool saying "I'll take this over there".

Vince watched her as she walked away. She was slender, but with a firm ass indicative of a previous life doing her own dancing. For some reason it really turned him on that she was wearing jeans. So many of the other dance moms lived in black yoga pants, and her look was both a difference and a distinction.

He watched as she talked, her frustration evident, and it prompted him to pick his own phone up and call home. Voice mail, so he hung up and sent a text Hey, the girls are settled and I'm exhausted from the drive. I'm turning in. I love you.

Debbie returned and climbed back up on to her bar stool. After taking another sip of her drink she said "Fuck. Sometimes if feels like we're speaking two different languages. Ya know?"

"I do know." was all Vince answered.

"I need to get high more. At least I said what I wanted to tonight. Its been a while."

Now high and 2 1/2 drinks in, they both got considerably more frank as they talked. They were all at once vague - avoiding names and details - but very emotionally specific. Debbie thought it was better than any bitch session she had had with her sister or friends in a very long time. Vince was all too happy to go along as the topics became increasingly... delicate.

Vince had just finished the last of his beer and laid his credit card on top of the proffered bill when Debbie leaned over and said "its really difficult to feel invested in someone's life and needs and all that when they can get hard for cam girls but not for their own wife."

Vince's head tilted back in a moment of startle causing Debbie to try and walk it back a bit.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry. You're not my therapist. I.... should umm"

"No no. Don't be sorry. I know all too well." He interrupted, leaving them both there silent for a moment. The bartender returned and picked up both of their checks and once she was out of ear shot, he leaned over and said "There's no fight quite like 'you told me how hot you were for me and that you wanted me to pound you into the mattress but then screamed at me for not lubing myself up first because you were bone dry."

Now it was her time to startle, and they both just sat there looking at one another for a moment until the bartender came over with the little trays with their receipts and cards. They both thanked her but didn't reach for their cards, realizing they had left huge metaphorical cards on the the conversational table.

Debbie spoke first "its terrible to have small problems which are also very valid and impactful, isn't it?"

Vince nodded knowingly, and Debbie continued "He is one of those people who tastes soap in cilantro. I'm not. That's genes. Our bodies work different. Its out of our control right?"

"Yeah. You're right. I...." Vince started, but Debbie kept going.

"You can't end things because you have to get two bowls of pico de gallo, you know?"

"Uh, yeah. I see what you're saying... I think."

"Wouldn't it be better to just go out and get Mexican by myself in order to get exactly what I want... you know... when I want Mexican."

"Uh... right" he said, now less sure than ever what she was saying.

"Buuuuuuuut. Sometimes it'd be fun to go out to get tacos with tons of cilantro with someone else. And then just head home."

She watched as his eyes narrowed, but this time it wasn't accompanied by a smile. His lips pursed and she saw his mandibles flex as his jaw tightened. She felt a pang in her pussy as he slowly ran his eyes down her body and then back up to her face. If his brain was processing any harder she expected steam would be pouring out of his ears.

Three drinks and four or five tokes on his weed pen had obliterated the stop signs that would have prevented her from being this frank previously. Now, she decided to make one last push... if only to see what happened.

"Fuck I could really go for some tacos right now. As a.... I don't know... as an indulgence. Like a cheat day on a diet. And I never cheat. You know... on my diet. But... if there was ever a time to do it..."

She trailed off as Vince stood up and reached across the bar for the closer check. Seeing it was not his bill and card on the tray, he placed one of his room keys on it and stepped toward her, sliding the check along the bar to her. When his rigid cock rubbed along her crossed knee he leaned forward and said "I think you can tell I don't need porn to get hard. If you don't need lube... 1152." He stepped back, turned and gathered his card and receipt from the other tray and then folded his jacket over his arm and, swinging it in front of him to cover his bulge, made for the lobby.

The second the elevator doors closed he felt awful. What the fuck was that? He asked himself. Then he felt his phone buzz and turned it over to see a text from his wife. k was all it said in reply to his goodnight text.

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Vince felt a level of discomfort completely new to him when he stopped and held his ear to the room that the girls were in. Listening intently while also still covering his hard cock with his coat set off explosions of raw mortification that crashed into the rush he felt openly flirting with a stranger.

As he strode across the hall and keyed into his room that mish mash of emotions organized and his heart started to thump. He dropped his coat on the floor, and instantly turned to glance through the peephole, looking at the door across the hall.

"Fucking stupid" he said aloud, both to and about himself.

He stepped back, almost tripping over his coat and the realness of it all washed over him as the possible ramifications crowded his mind. How many people were in the lobby? What if Debbie told the other dance moms and it got back to...

At that moment every thought evaporated from his mind as he heard the quick beep and mechanical noise of the door unlocking. Rather than swing the door open, Debbie held it just a sliver open and then slipped through, before backing up to quietly close the door.

There they stood, her against the door feeling very much certain of what she wanted, and him not even realizing that all the pointing fingers of rebuke were vanishing from his mind as he stood, fixed by her gaze. He was aware that they were both breathing heavily through their noses - out of synch, him inhaling while she exhailed, almost as if they were passing breath back and forth to one another.

Then, her eyes dropped in a quick flick down to the tent in his pants and when she smirked he kicked the blasted coat to the side, toward the bed, and took two quick strides to close the gap between them. He leaned his left arm against the door so his elbow was right next to her head and pressed into her, side on, so his bulge was making contact with her belly.

He put his right hand flat against her belly and began to slide it downward, flexing his fingertips down so they could get under the waist of her jeans and then her panties. He kept pushing down along her scratchy, 10 day stubble.

"Oh fuck, you really are so fucking wet" he growled as his fingers curled right past her clit and into her sloppy hole. She couldn't believe how wet she had gotten just from coming to his room. When she got in the elevator and chose his floor rather than her's, she squeezed her thighs together and delighted at the evident dampness. Then, she felt her nipples flash hard as she lowered the key to the pad.

And now she was leaned back against his door with his ring and middle fingers all the way inside her and his palm mashing into her pulsating clit. Her right arm was trapped under him, but she quickly employed her left in tracing his length through the soft, almost plastic texture of his golf pants.

He surprised her by pulling his body away, but keeping his fingers still buried and motionless in her pussy. He was holding her, by the pussy, as he undid his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down to free his cock. She immediately took it in her hand and followed him as he backed up toward the bed.

She was pulsing her hand around his shaft, loving the rigidity of it as well as its warmth. When his legs hit the back of the bed he grabbed all of her attention by pulling slightly up on her pussy, as if he were planning to lift her up by it, and this thought caused her to groan and grasp his cock tight.

"Take those pants off" he commanded as he withdrew his hand.

In an instant she kicked her ballet flats off and wrangled her jeans and panties to the ground. He sat on the bed and shimmied his way to the middle causing his cock sway around like a drunken dancer. Her eyes stayed locked on it as she mounted the bed and then crawled until her hands rested on his shoulders and her knees were either side of his hips.

Among the many things that would end up both turning them on and make them cringe about this later, was that neither of them had ever given a thought to their safety. He took hold of his bare cock and dragged it down along her ass crack until he felt the gooey spot at her entrance, and then she just sat down on it. Feeling his rigid girth stretch her open as she sunk onto him instantly cleared her booze and weed softened mind of any recriminations.

She would deal with how wrong this was later. For now she just reveled in feeling a naturally hard cock inside her. She began to roll her hips, and when she gripped him with her knees like a jockey, her thighs pushing together caused her wetness to make a lewd sound, totally audible to both of them, even above their labored breathing.

"Fuck that's a... a sloppy fucking cunt." Vince said through little groans of pleasure.

Debbie hated that word... usually. Now, it made her wild. She shucked her sweater off and moaned in appreciation when Vince reached up to unhook her bra. He pushed himself up on his elbows and took a hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it lightly, all the while Debbie kept rising and falling to impale herself on this strangers dick.

Having his fill of her left nipple he sloppily dragged his tongue down her tiny breast and across her chest to the right, leaving a trail of spit behind. Rather than sucking, now he gently nibbled at her right nipple drawing a sharply yelped "Fuck!" from Debbie. Assuming her response was an admonishment, Vince now ran his spit covered tongue around her swollen bud instead.

Looking down at him mauling her b-cup tits she suddenly remembered what he had said at the bar, and she wanted nothing more than to be pounded into this mattress. So she rolled off him and pulled her knees back to her chest.

Vince understood the assignment right away, and after finally freeing himself from the pantleg that was twisted around his right ankle, he got to his knees between her legs. She had been surprised how much it turned her on when he said cunt, but now she was shocked by the wonton noise she made when he spat on her already wet and swollen labia.

She hated spit... usually, but now a full body shiver washed over her as she felt the liquid oozing down her crotch to collect in her ass crack. These thoughts and feelings all processed in her brain in milliseconds, but quickly washed away as he sunk his cock back into her.

"Oh yes. Fuck me with that hard fucking cock" Debbie barked, which spurred Vince on even more.

He pushed her legs together and wrapped a large hand around both of her ankles, holding her like that for a few thrusts before moving them to his rest on his left shoulder. She was shorter than he was used to, so he had to lift her ass up off the bed a bit in order to continue thrusting into her, but his effort was rewarded right away.

"Yeah... just fucking take what you want from me." She growled.

He loved how vocal she was, how invested she was. It was like playing a real game after months or years of practice. Everything was heightened - by the spontaneity, by the relative anonymity, and, perhaps most of all, by the wrongness of it.

The wrongness is what was really drawing him in and so he dropped her butt back on the bed and moved her legs, directing her to wrap them around his back. Then he did the most shocking thing of this whole fucked up night: he slowed his pace and stooped to kiss this woman he had only known for a few hours.

As soon as his tongue slowly began to massage hers, Debbie's head began to swim. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, effectively limiting his range of motion. So now their frantic tryst turned into something an uninformed observer might think was love rather than lust.

They kissed slowly and intentionally as she gripped and released his mostly motionless cock with her warm, wet, walls. Far from pounding her into the mattress he was now like a sexual paperweight resting on top of her, and inside her as they made out.

This went on for a few more minutes with Debbie muttering "you're so fucking hard" into his mouth a few times and him replying in kind each time by delighting in how wet she was.

Debbie loved the feeling of his cock parked inside her while their tongues wrestled, but she didn't think she could come like this. So, she unlocked her legs, pulling them back again by the knees. Vince immediately understood this as the wordless request that it was, and pushed up off the bed to the full length of his arms. At this more favorable angle he was able to resume hard thrusts, producing a loud slap each time his pelvis made contact with her.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck." Debbie moaned as she absentmindedly began to strum her clit back and forth with two finger tips.

Vince surprised her by pulling her hand away from her pussy and pinning it down on the bed, above her head. With the thumb of his free hand he began to slowly work her clit as he had seen her doing. Back and forth with light pressure and in an asynchronous rhythm to his faster thrusts.

The combination of his attentiveness to her pleasure coupled with his almost bossy assertiveness was exactly what she hadn't realized she very much needed. She flopped her head back on the bed and closed her eyes to focus on each of his rapid intrusions inside her and the juxtaposed drone of his slowly swiping thumb.

Then she started to come.

Feeling her spasm around his shaft put Vince into overdrive and he began to fuck her even harder, eliciting yelps and grunts from her as her orgasm stretched out into something resembling a stupor. Her eyes stayed closed, and now she focused on the combined sounds of his labored grunts and her sticky wetness, wishing she could record the lewd symphony to revisit later.

For his part, Vince was in awe of her blissed out face. He stared down and smirked seeing her mouth hanging open and her hair splayed out in black tendrils against the white sheets. He thought briefly about changing positions when he realized that his thighs and lower back were burning under the unusual strain, but when her right hand began to trace down her stomach to her crotch he felt a shiver go up his spine and then shake his shoulders, and he knew it was too late.

She wrapped hand around the wrist of the hand that was working her clit, not moving it, but rather holding it in place. Feeling her grasp, Vince growled and began to unload inside her. She should have been furious, but instead the feeling of his come flooding her caused her to clench and grip him, milking him in a primal urge to get every last drop.

Still inside her and twitching, Vince mumbled "I had a vasectomy" down at her. Her eyes snapped open and the filthy gleam in them made a smile break out across his face.

"Ok.... but, be a good boy and clean up your mess." Debbie said softly while removing her hand from his wrist.

It was her turn to smile when Vince didn't even hesitate. He put his lips to her opening and lightly sucked for a moment and then when his come began to seep out of her he licked a glob of it up and circled it around her clit. Now, Debbie was white hot and she twisted her hands in his hair to manipulate his efforts just the way she wanted.

Vince lapped, licked, and sucked and each time he retrieved more of his deposit he used it to torment her highly sensitive clit. She had to relinquish her hold on his head because she was afraid she may tear his hair out. As soon as her hands were free she slapped them down on the mattress and began to thrust her pelvis up at him.

This time Debbie came silently but her face was twisted into what easily could have been mistaken for a painful scowl. When she finally was able to take a deep breath she kicked him away, and once he had stood up she cupped herself and whined "my cunt needs a break" surprising herself with the use of that word.

Vince stood there looking at her as she placed both hands over her mound and then pulled her legs together before rolling on her side and curling up in a crescent. He was frozen in place, not knowing if he should curl up beside her to spoon, or if that would be to... familiar?

That thought seemed very odd as he stood with a mixture of their come on his chin, but it was the kind of intrusive thought indicative of reality swarming back into the room. From this spot he could swing his head only a few degrees and go from looking at this stranger he had just fucked to the door in the direction of his hopefully sleeping daughter.

All of this introspection was lost on Debbie who was still yet to emerge from the fog of multiple cheating orgasms. She was still laying there tingling when she heard him exhale deeply, and she rolled over and stared up at him. She was oddly glad that he seemed to feel a bit guilty already, but she was dismayed that she didn't.

Although she would later struggle with a more pronounced sense of guilt - not for cheating on Brett, but for how easily she ended up doing it and what that said about her - in that moment what she mostly felt was alive.

Vince spoke first saying how amazing it was and thanking her. She addressed what she knew he was likely worried about by telling him that she wasn't going to tell a soul. Not the other dance moms, not her husband, not even her sister or girlfriends. She told him it would be her cherished little secret and that put him at ease.

They changed places, with him sitting naked on the edge of the bed watching her as she gathered her clothes and get dressed. He was sure to take every inch of her tiny sexy body in for his own later use. Once clothed, she bent down to kiss him on the lips and stare wordlessly in his eyes for a moment.

She said thank you, and he said good night and then, she was gone. The door closed and Vince laid back on the bed, a smile on his face and a feeling of overwhelming release mostly holding the guilt and shame at bay.

Debbie slipped into the darkened room three floors up and went right into the bathroom. She showered and fought the urge to get herself off again, not wanting to wake Addy.

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The next day they passed each other in the lobby, not even glancing at one another, although the were both very aware of the other's presence. Neither of them went to the bar on Saturday night, but both wondered if the other had. Sunday morning it was time to head out. They were both quiet and reflective on their respective drives, and once home they each found it much easier to keep their cheating from their spouses than either of them would have ever thought before it happened.

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He fucks her through it and before too long he comes in her, again without either of them giving consideration to the consequences.

He tells her he had a vasectomy and she asks him to "clean up his mess" so he eats her out and makes her come again.

When he stands up she sees that he's already hard again and he goes down on him leading to them fucking again.