When two married people want to fuck each other — but not their respective spouses — discretion is everything. But in a city teeming with family, friends and acquaintances, most local hotels and motels remained firmly off limits for me and my guy. Ironically, an old honeymoon resort tucked into the chilly mountainside provided the anonymity me and my lover needed.

Armed with our excuses, we each left our spouses behind and boarded separate trains that would bring us to the same town. To my delight, Jim sprang for a ritzy suite — a sublime ’70s relic complete with a red shag carpet, mirrored ceilings and a champagne glass-shaped soaking tub.

The clear, crystal-inspired tub was the first spot I wanted to fuck him senseless. I bounded up the spiral staircase that led to the small deck surrounding the elevated basin. A bottle sat atop a pile of white towels. At first glance, it looked like a bottle of bubbly, but upon further inspection, I realized it was filled with bubble bath.

I splashed some of the soapy liquid into the tub and turned on the taps. I called out to Jim, who was reclining on the round, velvet-draped bed. He glanced up at me, his eyes falling right on my cardigan as I started to unbutton it.

Early on, I figured out Jim loves to watch me strip. His predilection has caused me to make some creative outfit choices. I particularly enjoy wearing button-down shirts around him. To me, there’s something so sexy about having to open up my top one tiny button at a time. Little by little, my body is revealed, offering my man teasing glimpses of flesh.

That day, I’d only worn a bra beneath the thin, cashmere cardigan. I watched Jim intently as I seductively popped open one button at a time. I reveled in the way his expression grew more lustful with every inch of skin I exposed.

After discarding the cardigan, I kicked off my boots and made quick work of my jeans. By the time I was clad in only a bra and panties, Jim had joined me upstairs. His shirt had disappeared somewhere between the bed and the staircase. He was already barefoot, too, leaving only his pants and boxer briefs in my way.

The waistband of his jeans hung low on his hips, causing the fabric to fall far enough to reveal the top of his underwear, and I saw even more when he bent to turn off the taps for the tub.

Before Jim could rise to his full height, I’d wrapped my arms around his waist and opened the button on his jeans. His heavy, loose-fitting pants immediately fell to his feet.

With his jeans out of the way, I was able to focus my attention on removing Jim’s briefs. I felt the thick outline of his erection through the cotton. His shaft was practically pulsing against my palm.

I took hold of Jim’s hips and turned him to face me, then I sank to my knees, bringing myself eye-level with his crotch. Very gently, I slipped my fingers beneath his wide elastic waistband and rolled the briefs down his hips. When the garment cleared the crown of Jim’s cock, his erection sprang forward and nearly tapped the tip of my nose.

I pressed a soft kiss against the glossy head of his cock, savoring the tangy taste of his pre-come, which was 100 percent pure Jim.

His thick, meaty cock bobbed in front of my face, begging for more attention. But first, I had to get his underwear totally out of the way. I tugged the material down to his ankles, then I helped him step out of the jumble of clothing.

Finally, I had nothing but 200 pounds of naked man standing before me. My cunt was already flooded with liquid heat, preparing my pussy for Jim’s thick cock. But first I needed to suck him.

Spurred on by my own spiraling arousal, I grabbed Jim’s erection and slipped the tip between my parted lips. My tongue swirled around his crown, catching another hit of the clear, sticky fluid that gathered there. Its sweet and sour flavor set my taste buds on fire, making me salivate to the point that spit dripped from the corners of my lips.

I slid Jim’s shaft into my mouth as far as it would go. I loved the way it felt when he filled me up. I hummed my satisfaction, allowing the gentle buzz of my lips to massage Jim’s cock while I sucked on him.

Jim’s silky flesh glided back and forth along my tongue with ease. His taste and scent overwhelmed my senses, clouding my brain in a fog of desire.

I grazed his shaft with my teeth, causing Jim’s hips to jerk and drive his cock deeper down my throat. His hiss of satisfaction warmed me and sent a shiver up my spine. Nothing turns me on quite like hearing a partner express their appreciation.

That’s when the persistent pulsing in my clit became too strong to ignore. I patted the raging bud with my fingertips, but it demanded more attention than that. I groaned in frustration, and the rumbling sound echoed in my mouth — no doubt taunting Jim’s cock.

Just as I dipped my digits between my legs to lube them up with my own moisture, Jim wound his fingers through my hair with a grunt and started energetically fucking my mouth.

His enthusiasm was inspiring; he expelled a sort of frantic energy that made my whole body hum.

Even so, I needed to regain control. I cupped his balls in my hand and stroked his sac with my thumb. That did the trick. Jim was so overcome, his heels briefly lifted off the floor, making him rise high enough that I needed to crane my neck in order to keep his cock in my mouth.

I waited until he was right at the edge — with his teeth gritted as he awaited his impending explosion — before I eased his dick out of my mouth and said, “Get in the tub, big boy.”

Jim’s strangled gasp confirmed he was seconds from coming, but that didn’t stop him from following my instructions. Most of his body disappeared beneath the bubbles. Frothy little mounds of foam settled just beneath his pecs, leaving his broad shoulders exposed.

He extended a hand and beckoned me to join him.

Feeling a bit devilish, I moved the hand that had been caressing my pussy and placed my sticky fingers on Jim’s open palm. He hummed softly in appreciation and said, “I love to feel how wet you get for me.”

Jim held me steady as I stepped into the tub, then he tugged me onto his lap, holding me close. His erection sat wedged between our bellies. I considered nestling it in the valley between my breasts. But as much as I adored titty-fucking my extramarital partner in crime, that wasn’t on the menu just yet. I wanted his cock between my legs, to take him into my hungry pussy and milk every last drop of pleasure out of him.

As always, Jim seemed to know exactly what I needed. He scooped my ass up and perched my pussy atop his cock, gently guiding his tip into my hole.

I let out a gasp as he entered me. My walls gradually stretched to accommodate his girth. I slowly slid down Jim’s length, one inch at a time. I’d waited so long to connect with him again, and I intended to savor every second of our sex-filled weekend.

When my pussy lips bumped up against Jim’s pelvis, I tilted my head back and let out a sated sigh. His pubic hair tickled my folds, adding an extra layer of sensation to our coupling.

I took a moment to simply enjoy the feel of Jim’s cock filling me up, then I started to move my hips, setting the rhythm for another frenzied fuck-fest. I rose so high above Jim’s lap that only the very tip of his cock remained inside me. Then, just as quickly, I slammed my body back down, swallowing him up all over again. I was bouncing on Jim’s cock like it was a goddamn pogo stick and loving every minute of it.

Soapy waves crested around us, crashing over the edge of the tub and splashing against the tiled floor. Neither of us paid the mess any mind. Instead, we enjoyed the feeling of the water and bubbles that lubricated our skin so we could slide against each other with ease.

I was so caught up riding Jim’s cock that I didn’t feel his hand moving around to my ass until his finger pressed against my puckered hole. He traced the rim of my backdoor, setting my nerves alight. My muscles relaxed under his tender touch, making it oh-so-easy for him to slip his finger inside my rear passage.

My pussy spasmed, gripping Jim’s cock as he wiggled his finger inside my butt. Feeling him stimulating my ass and pussy at the same time sent me into a pleasure spiral. A long, guttural groan fell from my lips and echoed throughout the suite.

This time when I tilted my head back on a moan, I opened my eyes and focused on the mirror that hung overhead. Watching Jim and I writhe against each other was a powerful aphrodisiac. Feeling his hands rake over my bare back and shoulders was divine, but seeing him in action really intensified the experience.

I felt my inner muscles growing tighter, preparing themselves for that final explosion, and then I shouted and bucked my hips wildly as my orgasm reached its crescendo. Our groans and grunts marked our climaxes, marking the first of many pleasurable moments we would enjoy in the champagne suite.