It's time.

Several weeks pass after the holiday, and things die down enough for you to make arrangements to meet Gemma. You book an expensive hotel in the city, well away from your home town where there's little chance anyone will recognize you and call her with the details. On the anointed night, you sit in your car an extra few minutes outside of the hotel, full of nerves. Second thoughts rush through your head, but it's too late to back out now, you think. Gemma has already checked in, and called to let you know she was waiting for you. Just before hanging up, she murmured some parting words: "Remember - it's not cheating if it's anal."

You head through the lobby and to the elevators up to level 8, where your hotel room is located. When you reach the door, you notice it slightly ajar and push it open without needing to knock. As you step into the room, you are greeted with the most amazing sight. Gemma is lying on the bed, face-first on the mattress, with a pillow beneath her hips sticking her ass up nice and high. Beside her is a bottle of lube, and you can see she's already applied some of it to her cheeks, which glisten in the dim lamplight of the room. She doesn't turn to face you or say anything to greet you, but upon hearing the hotel room door close behind you, reaches back and spreads her ass wide apart, presenting her hole to you.

Your body shakes as you approach the bed, and you quickly shed your clothes and pull out your cock, which is already hard at the sight of the gift before you.