Shared Mistress

The morning sun filtered through the hotel room window, illuminating the two naked figures on the bed. One was a beautiful woman with jet black hair, curves, and C-cup breasts. The other was a man. Slightly more muscular and older with hints of salt and pepper in his hair and tanned skin that felt like soft leather. She straddled him, taking his cock as much as she could into herself.

They moved against each other, **** for pleasure and eventually both of them got it. As they lay back on the sweat-stained sheets, the woman looked over at her partner.

“How long can we keep this up?” She asked

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready again” he replied

“I mean all of this. You can’t keep lying to your wife about where you go every time you meet up with me.”

“Sure I can.”

She sighed, and got off the bed. “Not sure I believe that, but alright.”

She picked her clothes up, getting dressed as she went.

“Where are you going?” He asked

“Work. I told you I was only free for a couple hours and I’m already late.”

“Will I see you tonight?”

“Tomorrow maybe.” Was her reply.

Allison left the hotel room wondering if it was worth it for her to keep seeing that man. He was definitely hot, and knew what he was doing in bed, but the fact that they were seeing each other behind his wife’s back was a big problem. Not that Allison was much better of a person. She struggled to think of any partner, man or woman, in the past ten years that she hadn’t cheated on in some way. At least if she was single and sleeping around then she wasn’t being unfaithful to anybody.

She drove to her job, making sure to generously apply deodorant and perfume to hide the scent of sex on her before getting out of her car and clocking in.