I was quite nervous as I drove out to meet a longtime friend of my husband’s, as I was meeting him without my husband’s knowledge.

Jackson had been living out of the area for more than two years, and he’d called me asking if I could meet him for lunch to talk about something important. When I arrived at the bar, I looked around, expecting him to already be there, but I didn’t spot him, so I called his cellphone.

He said he didn’t want to risk us being seen in public together, so he wanted me to come to his motel room. I told him that being seen going into a motel room with him was even worse than being seen at a bar together, but he insisted that he had to talk to me in private, so I got his room number and walked across the street to the motel to meet him.

I was really nervous by the time I finally reached his room, and I knocked softly on the door, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear me. I wasn’t quiet enough, though, and he answered the door immediately. I stepped past him quickly and rushed to take a seat in the desk chair, keeping my skirt down as I crossed my legs.

He came right over to me as I sat and leaned down to kiss my cheek, asking why I seemed unhappy to see him. “It just seems strange to meet here like this after what happened last time we were alone together,” I told him. “So tell me, Jackson. What’s so important that we couldn’t discuss it over drinks with my husband and your wife in the room at the same time?”

“You want me to get right to the point?” Jackson asked. “Fine. I’ll tell you. It’s my intense need to be with you again and finish what we started.”

I hadn’t expected him to say that. I remembered that day vividly, though. We had snuck away from our spouses, meeting in a different motel to enjoy an afternoon of extramarital sex, and it had been a complete disaster. I had lusted after him for almost five years by then and couldn’t wait to have him fuck me, but nothing I did could make his long, flaccid cock hard. I was so horny that my pussy would have burst into flame if I hadn’t been so wet.

I was frustrated and disappointed when I went home that afternoon, and I was so upset that my husband spent days thinking he’d done something to piss me off. I swore then that I’d never let myself get into another situation like that. But I was torn between walking out or letting Jackson leave me frustrated again if he couldn’t perform. I couldn’t deny that I still wanted to screw him; my wet panties were proof of that. This man had always had that effect on me. All I had to do was be in the same room as him and my pussy would get as wet as if we’d just had an hour of intense foreplay. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said as I came back to the present. “I don’t think I can handle being unable to excite you again.”

Jackson shucked his jeans and boxers as soon as I finished speaking, and I saw that his cock was hard and standing straight out from his crotch. It was rock-hard, nearly as thick as my wrist and about eight inches long. It seemed he was very, very excited. And I hadn’t even agreed to be with him yet. That changed everything.

I stood and we embraced, kissing passionately as I tore at his shirt and he unbuttoned my blouse. He took my bra off next and tossed both items to the floor before starting to walk me backward to the bed, undoing my skirt on the way. The skirt fell to the floor at my feet as he lifted me and laid me gently on the bed, then peeled off my panties. He dropped to his knees on the floor and buried his face in my gash, eager to eat my furry pussy. He ate me until I was on the brink of a thunderous climax, then stood up and slowly slid his cock into my steaming cunt. He fucked me with quick, urgent strokes, and he went so fast that I came after only about a minute of his thrusting. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through my body as I felt his cock throb and spew gushes of hot juice deep inside me.

He gazed into my eyes intensely as the last of his semen drained into my body. He remained rock-hard and in the saddle, pausing for less than a minute before he resumed fucking me. He slipped his hands under my ass to squeeze my cheeks as we fucked, then began to probe my butt, slipping a long finger up my asshole. It felt amazing, but I made sure to let him know that fingering was as far as he was going to get when it came to the backdoor. “Anal sex is off limits,” I told him.

Jackson had developed incredible control and fucked me for almost an hour, changing positions several times and bringing me to three nice orgasms before he came again. We took a break after that, but after he’d had a glass of water and we’d used the bathroom, he was ready to go again, and I welcomed him aboard for another ride in my pussy. He screwed me slower that time, working me up to the very brink of orgasm and then changing his tactics, allowing my arousal to ebb and prolonging the pleasure for both of us. His thrusts were perfect, and I was able to work my pussy around his dick, letting us come together.

After that round, I checked the time, and I realized I had only 45 minutes to get dressed and meet my husband for drinks as I’d promised earlier that day. I thanked Jackson for a great time and told him we should do it again. “You’re everything I imagined and more,” I told him. Then I washed and dressed hastily, kissed him good-bye and raced off to meet my husband.

I was only a few minutes late getting to the bar where I was supposed to meet Ron, but that was like being on time for me, so he wasn’t upset. When I walked in, I found him sitting at the bar and leaned over to kiss him before taking a seat and ordering a drink from the very attentive barmaid. Ron asked me how the meeting had gone (that’s where I told him I’d be in case he’d called my office to look for me that afternoon) and I told him it was great. Since I’d managed to cut a very lucrative deal over the phone on the way to meet Jackson, it hadn’t been a lie.

We’d been sitting there for a few minutes, sipping our drinks and discussing work, when all of a sudden Ron looked up and said, “Well, here you are! What kept you, Jackson?” I about jumped out of my seat when I heard Jackson’s name, and I could only hope that my husband thought I was speechless because of surprise and not guilt. As I tried to calm down, I turned around to greet Jackson, the man whose semen was still running out of my pussy and soiling my dirty panties. All I could think was, Why the fuck didn’t Jackson tell me he was joining us for drinks?

Jackson, for his part, played it cool, saying how nice it was to see me and that I looked great. When the three of us moved to a small corner table, Jackson sat down next to me, so close that he was able to move his leg over until his thigh was pressing against mine. It sent shivers up my spine and warmed my damp pussy. I’d never felt so conspicuous and guilty in my life, and it felt like everyone in the room could smell the scent of sex that still clung to my crotch.

Meanwhile, the guys were acting like everything was normal. Then Ron dropped a bombshell: he’d invited Jackson to stay with us for the week while he was in town on business. I couldn’t tell my husband his friend couldn’t stay, not without giving away my secret, so I agreed, telling Jackson he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted. I downed my first drink quickly and asked Ron to get me another. I needed to calm my nerves.

After drinks, the three of us went for a bite to eat at Ron’s favorite restaurant, and we didn’t get home until 10 o’clock. We showed Jackson up to the guestroom, and then Ron and I went up to bed. I told him I felt sweaty and wanted to take a shower before turning in. Ron was exhausted from a full day of work, and by the time I came out of the shower, he was fast asleep.

Instead of climbing into bed with my husband, I snuck down the hall to see Jackson. He was sitting up in bed reading when I got to the guestroom, and he looked up when I tapped quietly on the door. We made love again that night, and I even had to take a second shower in the guest bathroom before going back to join Ron in our bed.

Jackson stayed with us for the next seven days, and every night I would sneak off into his room for a fucking. Some nights I would go in after first having sex with my husband, giving my lover sloppy seconds, which he really enjoyed, and the other nights he got me fresh from the shower. It was an unbelievable week, and my husband never found out about my affair.

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