Amy and Mark Part 2: The Blackout

They swore it could never happen again. A month later there's a hotel key card, a pair of blackout curtains and a family group chat that's about to make everything worse.

Continued from "Amy and Mark Part 1: The Landing Light"

PROLOGUE: Return

What on earth am I doing? Amy asked herself. She gazed out of the window of the hotel bar. She was thirty minutes from where she lived, in an anonymous hotel of a well-known chain, far enough from home to avoid discovery. She felt nervous. She was supposedly a happily married woman, and she was... content. But a month ago, a late-night mix-up in a dark Airbnb had led to her and her brother-in-law fucking each other's brains out. They had both promised never to tell, and that it could never happen again. But the sex they'd had together... She tried not to picture her sister's face when Susie had announced she was booking the house for the next holiday, and she failed.

Mark saw Amy through the window. She looked surprisingly relaxed. Neither of them should have been anywhere near this place, but that night in the darkness had left an indelible shared memory. He had rehearsed the speech on the drive over: this is a mistake, we're adults, we should stop. He hadn't got past the second sentence.

Amy saw him walk into the bar.

"Glad you could make it," he said, smiling as he sat opposite her. They ordered a couple of drinks and chatted for a while, both feeling the anticipation, hoping it would measure up to the last time. Was it worth the risk? Their heads would have said not, but a mutual decision had been made, in a handful of carefully worded messages deleted as soon as they were read, thinking only of the reward. They finished their drinks.

"So..." he said, "shall we?"

They both felt a thrill at what they were about to do. Married life was satisfying, predictable... safe.

She took a room key card from her handbag and stood to leave.

CHAPTER 1: Curtains

They entered the lift. It was small, but light inside. Mark gazed at her. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin. She looked almost professional in her knee-length skirt, blouse and heels, yet his thoughts about her were very, very unprofessional.

"You look gorgeous," he said, and she blushed. He moved towards her, wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Susie's sister, he thought, in a lift, with my hand on her waist. He kissed her anyway. She melted into him, her lips parting, their tongues touching and teasing. Mark felt her embrace tighten, pulling him closer as the kiss became more fervent. He wondered if she could feel the effect she was having on him, his arousal pressing against her. His question was answered by her hand drifting down to his groin and stroking his cock through his jeans as they continued, hungrily tasting each other in a long, deep, lingering kiss.

The lift came to a halt, chimed, and the doors opened onto a deserted hallway. She broke the kiss and pulled away.

"Second thoughts?" he asked.

"No," she replied simply.

The hotel room met their low expectations.

"Characterless and bland," Amy observed. No chance of ending up in the wrong room here.

"Unlike the Airbnb," Mark pointed out, leaving the consequences unsaid.

"Too much light... compared to last time," she said, smiling. She walked to the window and drew the blackout curtains, plunging the room into near darkness, apart from a thin blade of light where they didn't quite meet, just enough to see by. This time there's no mix-up to hide behind, she thought. The dark is a choice. She turned to find him standing just behind her.

He undid his shirt buttons and pulled the shirt over his head as Amy began unbuttoning her blouse. He helped, and once it was open he eased his hands inside and slid it over her shoulders. She let it drop down her arms to join his shirt on the floor. He lifted her chin and kissed her. She moved her hands to his chest and felt his skin under her fingertips, then felt his hands travel down her spine to the back of her skirt and release the clasp and zip. She pushed it down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him hungrily. What little guilt or second thoughts she might have had melted away, replaced by anticipation of the pleasures to come.

CHAPTER 2: Turnabout

Amy dragged her fingernails down Mark's chest and across his stomach, finding the waistband of his jeans. A finger slipped inside, and she walked backwards towards the bed, pulling him with her. Sitting on the end of the bed, she kicked off her heels and drew him closer. He gazed down at her and couldn't help but smile. Soon they'd be naked, reliving the pleasure they had experienced last time. She was smiling too. She was thinking the same.

She looked up. He looked so confident that her ego surged at being the focus of his attention. She unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his legs. His arousal was very obvious. She made herself wait, running her fingertips up and down his muscular thighs, before pulling down the waistband of his boxers. The head of his cock popped free and upright, already pushing out of the foreskin and glistening with pre-cum. She pulled the waistband lower, and his full length was revealed. Last time she had never got to see it, only to feel it in the dark. He was long and thick, with a slight curve, and absolutely hard. Her pussy remembered that hardness very well. Finally she pushed his boxers down his thighs to reveal his heavy, completely shaved balls hanging free.

Mark stepped back and quickly shed his remaining clothes before standing in front of her. He desperately wanted to remove her remaining clothes, to free her fabulous breasts and feel their weight in his hands, and to feel her pussy on his fingers and find out whether she was as wet in anticipation as he so clearly was. She beckoned him closer.

She took his shaft in her hand and pulled the foreskin back, making the proud head completely visible. With the fingertips of her other hand she stroked the bare skin encasing his balls. They felt heavy with cum, cum that she wanted inside her, one way or another, before she left. She placed a soft kiss on the tip, then worked her way down.

"Oh wow," Mark whispered as her soft lips kissed their way down his shaft. He liked this. He liked this a lot. She continued, occasionally switching from kisses to long, slow licks from his ball sack right up to the head. She paused. His cock was standing proud, almost bursting, and all for her. She looked up at him and, holding eye contact, placed her lips on the tip and pushed them over the head as she sucked him deep into her mouth. She watched his eyes close and his head loll back as he moaned.

She began to work his shaft, sucking it in and out, her lips working the sensitive area just below the head while her tongue stimulated the underside. She sensed his breathing becoming heavier. She had brought him to the brink already, and she knew he had plenty in reserve for her. After all, last time, even after she'd made him come early, he had fucked her through three orgasms.

Mark gasped. She increased the speed, her lips sucking at his shaft, her tongue licking the head faster and faster, her fingertips stroking the soft skin of his balls. He couldn't last any longer.

"Oh God..." he groaned. Amy felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse, and he came powerfully into her mouth, once, twice, three times, and finally a fourth. She clamped her lips around the head, catching every drop this time, then swallowed the lot, savouring it as her reward.

She leaned back on her elbows and chuckled at him as he stood upright, breathless, his cock still surprisingly erect and glistening slightly with her saliva. She noticed a smudge of lipstick near the base of his shaft and felt quietly impressed at how far down she had taken him. He was quiet, but he was looking at her with a twinkle in his eye.

"Now it's your turn," he said, almost menacingly.

CHAPTER 3: Attention

Mark knelt on the floor and drew her upright, so his head was level with her breasts. He paused to gaze at them, straining at the flimsy material of her bra. Last time, in the darkness, they had been almost neglected, but not today. Today they would receive the attention they fully deserved. He leaned forward for more kisses, tongues entwined. He brushed her hair off her shoulder so he could move to her neck. More soft, light kisses moved down her shoulder until he reached the bra straps and eased them down her arms. The kisses continued down her collarbone... her chest... He reached the top of her bra, reached around and released the clasp. Her heavy breasts swayed as their weight shifted, and the bra fell away, allowing him to sit back and let his eyes feast on her voluptuous, perfect tits in all their naked glory.

"Fabulous..." he murmured.

"Bigger?" she asked.

"Definitely," he answered.

"Better?" she asked mischievously.

"I probably shouldn't answer that," he replied, but the way he was looking at her tits provided the answer. Fuller than Susie, he thought. Last time I blamed the angle. It's not the angle. It's her. She gave them a little shake to break him from his reverie.

He leaned in and began kissing the orbs of her full, round breasts. More kisses, circling her areolae, making her nipples uncurl and look for attention. He ignored them, for now, but circled in, with light, feathery kisses on the areolae and the occasional flick of his tongue.

Her breasts were so sensitive, the nipples aching to be touched. He moved his fingers to them and began tweaking them, softly at first, then harder. Amy squealed at the cruel pleasure he was inflicting but made no attempt to stop him. She cradled his head in her hands, breathing heavily, wondering when he'd stop this exquisite agony.

Mark relented with the teasing, letting his tongue drift to her nipple. No light, teasing flicks now, but lingering, twirling it with his tongue before taking it between his lips and giving it a long, long suck. A moan escaped her. He moved to the other breast and repeated the trick. Another moan. She seemed lost in pleasure...

She felt his hand slide into her panties, a single finger running down to her pubic mound, then joined by two more. Together they massaged her clit, sending little ripples of pleasure into her pelvis. It felt wonderful. Her pussy was already aroused. She rocked her hips a little against his fingers, trying to increase the sensation. She soon wanted his fingers, or something, anything, pushed between her lips to explore her deeper. He removed his hand, pulled her mouth to his and kissed her longingly. During the kiss she felt his hands on her hips and his thumbs hooking into her panties. He broke the kiss.

"Lie back," he whispered. She obeyed and raised her hips so he could slide the panties down her legs. She was naked now, her body exposed and on display. He ran his eyes hungrily over her, appreciating every curve and crease.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, moved his head between her legs and parted her lips with his tongue. She felt it flick inside her, then rub her lips, then press on the nub of her sensitive clit. She spread her legs as wide as she could, opening herself to him, wanting to feel his tongue deep inside her again, and revelling in the waves of pleasure pulsing through her pelvis.

Mark felt her thighs trembling against his ears, and he decided it was time for fingers.

His tongue was replaced by two fingers, probing between her lips. They eased inside, withdrew, then pushed a little further each time, until he was in up to the knuckles and rotating his fingertips in little circles against the wall inside her. Oh God! thought Amy. It wasn't luck last time. He knows exactly where my G-spot is. She rolled her hips on his fingers, a wave of pleasure building. It can't get better than this, she thought, and then remembered that it would. Almost on cue, he placed his tongue on her clit and worked it in time with his fingers. FUCK! Sixty seconds later her pussy clamped down on his fingers and she came. He eased off but didn't stop, extending her orgasm for what seemed like an age until, sensing she'd peaked, he stopped and let her come down.

CHAPTER 4: Fluke

Amy's body felt utterly relaxed, but she was buzzing at the same time. She looked to the side, where Mark was lying beside her.

"Feeling good?" he asked with a smile. She noticed he was fully recovered, a pleasant surprise the first time, but clearly not a fluke.

"Yes, very," she replied, rolling towards him. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and told him to get on his back. The oral had been great, but now she wanted to ride him. He rolled back, and she quickly straddled him. She slid her pussy lips up his length, pushed the tip between them and impaled herself on him. He felt big inside her, but she was so wet from his fingers and tongue that she slid easily. She was so sensitised that she could feel every vein of his hard shaft.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped. Last time I could pretend I didn't know who this was, she thought. This time I know exactly who is inside me, and it's so much better.

Every time she lowered herself onto him, Mark felt her heat envelop him, and every time she lifted, the slide of her sent a fresh pulse through him. He gazed at her body, at her tits, then down between her legs. He knew he wouldn't come soon, and he could feel her responding to his little thrusts each time she slid down.

As she picked up the rhythm, each thrust sent increasingly intense ecstasy through Amy until it rose inside her, unstoppable and very welcome.

"Yes, YES, YESSS!" she heard herself scream as her whole body tensed and the crescendo of a second climax crashed over her.

CHAPTER 5: Name

Amy lay on his chest, damp with sweat, breathing heavily. He was still inside her, still hard.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Better than last time," she said. "But you're not done. Don't hold back."

Mark rolled her onto her back, somehow managing to stay inside her. He looked into her eyes, then kissed her so tenderly that she shivered.

She pulled her legs up around his hips and tried to draw his cock deeper. He smiled, resisting, so she reached down, grabbed his arse and tried to pull him in that way. He lowered his head and, with another sensual kiss, began to slide in and out, slowly at first, building to powerful thrusts along the full length of his cock. She moved her thighs up around his ribs, opening herself even more and allowing him even deeper. Her heels were in the small of his back, urging him on as her hips thrust in response to each stroke. She was still sensitive after the second orgasm, so he seemed even bigger. His cock pulled at her walls, trying to coax another orgasm out of her, and she gripped him in return, trying to coax out what was left of his cum. Another orgasm was welling inside her, but she really wanted him to come with her.

Mark's thrusts became urgent, and her grip tightened around him as she began to climax. His cock began pulsing.

"Oh, Amy..." he moaned loudly.

He said my name, she thought. Last time he couldn't.

I said it, he thought. Out loud, her name, and I meant it.

One final deep thrust, and Amy welcomed his warm cum flooding deep inside her, just as her own orgasm overwhelmed her, ecstasy surging through every part of her body, pleasure radiating to every pore.

CHAPTER 6: Confirmation

Amy lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, listening to Mark's breathing slow beside her. The room smelled of sex. Her skin was still humming, and her conscience was already waking up.

"So, this was the last time," she said.

"Yes," said Mark, a beat too fast. "Absolutely."

"I mean it."

He turned his head on the pillow, and the conviction slid off his face. "No, you don't," he said. "And neither do I."

She didn't answer. She didn't have a good answer. She had a husband who had made her breakfast that morning and kissed her goodbye on the doorstep, and a sister who had always been her closest friend. And she had a body that had just been taken apart and put back together by a man she had no business sharing a bed with. She waited for the guilt to hit properly. It should be here by now, she thought. Where is it? It didn't come. Nor was there any regret.

Mark watched her rise and start collecting her clothes. He knew they were adults who had done something stupid and that the stupidity should end. As he watched her get dressed, all he could think of was the experience they had now shared twice.

"Well, at least I can walk this time," she said lightly, buttoning her skirt. He laughed. She didn't look that steady as she slipped back into her heels.

She smoothed her skirt, then looked at him, still naked on the bed. She drank him in: his broad shoulders, his muscular legs and that magnificent cock, once again glistening with her pussy juice. Never again, she thought, and it was the second time she'd said it, and it sounded even less convincing than the first. She knew they'd fuck again. It was only a matter of when.

Both phones buzzed at once, his on the bedside table, hers in her handbag. He reached across, winced and read it out. She took hers out and looked at the same message in the family group chat.

Susie: Confirmation's in! Same house, same rooms. Everyone's in, yes?? xx

A second later:

David: Wouldn't miss it x

Mark turned his phone face-down on the bedside table, as if that could make Susie's message any less real.

She looked across the room at Mark. Neither of them spoke. Somewhere in the house they both remembered, a landing light was waiting to be switched off.

"The next holiday," Mark said at last.

"Same rooms," said Amy.

"We could say no."

She opened the door and stepped into the corridor. A brief look back.

"We won't, though."

She closed the door behind her, walked to the lift and pressed the call button. Physically she felt tired but refreshed, free of the usual tension. Emotionally, almost serene. The lift arrived, and she stepped in. On the journey down to the lobby she typed a reply to the group chat with a steady hand.

Amy: Sounds lovely. Can't wait.

To be continued as "Amy and Mark Part 3: The Firelight"