his face up to meet mine, staring into it a moment more, before reaching into my purse, pulling out enough for the bill plus a twenty-dollar tip, dropping it on the bar and pulling Andre towards the door.
‘You’ve got me,’ I said, leading him to the elevator. I didn’t tell him I was married, not wanting to ruin a hint of the magic I could sense sparkling between us. That would be too real, and he didn’t need to know; my marriage was mine and Brent’s, and so was this encounter, in its way. I didn’t want to explain what an older woman like me was doing waiting to be picked up at an elegant Las Vegas hotel, I just wanted to feel him next to me, on top of me, inside me. We slipped into the pristine hotel room, and I shuddered when I thought about the fact that Brent had the other key card and, if he wanted, could interrupt us at any time. He wouldn’t, of course, but the possibility made me wet.
No sooner had we entered the room than Andre had pinned me to the door, his body pressed against me, young and hard and firm. He reached under my dress and felt me through my thin, now wet panties. An image flashed into my mind of him doing this in a back alley, to a girl less than half my age, and that thought made me shudder. I wouldn’t want to think about Brent with a girl half our age, but with Andre it was safe – and hot. ‘You like that?’ he asked, even though it was clear that I more than liked it. ‘Turn around,’ he said, easing up enough to let me mash myself against the door. ‘Hold this up,’ he said, lifting my long dress and pressing its hem into my hands. We had a huge suite at our disposal, yet he wanted me like this, pressed against the door, open and ready and wet as could be. Women my age didn’t act like this – well, maybe they did, but I didn’t, not really.
‘Your ass is even hotter than it looked when you crossed the room, Nadine,’ Andre murmured, then let his tongue detour down my spine as he easily slid my panties over my hips. Soon his lips were kissing my ass, his tongue sliding along my crack, teasing my opening while his fingers dove into my wetness. He pressed both inside me at once, those long, slender, beautiful young fingers – I wasn’t sure how many – and his tongue, into my hole, somewhere even Brent had never placed his tongue. I pressed backwards against him, the sensations too glorious to not want more of them. He was bending his fingers in some way that made them seem even bigger, filling me as I pressed my ass against his face. I felt like I was dripping down the door, and it wasn’t long before I couldn’t stand up. I wanted to move to the bed, but Andre didn’t seem in any rush.
He eased himself out of me and guided me so my body formed a V, like some naughty yoga pose, one I was grateful I could perform, with my hands flat on the lush carpet and my feet digging into the softness as well. Andre’s fingers stroked my wetness again, this time just the outer edges of my pussy lips, before he smacked my ass, first one cheek, then the other. Each smack made me wonder how long I could hold the position, until his hand started lightly hitting my sex, my wetness. I whimpered in a totally unladylike way, but I was way beyond ladylike. He reached beneath me and circled my clit with his thumb and kept spanking me all over – my inner thighs, my cheeks, my pussy lips – until I was ready to beg for his cock, but Andre beat me to it.
When I was trembling so much I almost couldn’t stand, he stood and guided me up, then lifted me and threw me onto the bed. When I landed I ached for his cock. I had already almost forgotten this was about me and Brent sharing an adventure, because Andre had transported me somewhere even more exciting. I wasn’t just a married woman looking for a fling but, for a little while, a woman who’d do anything for this hot stud’s cock, and he knew it. ‘See something you want?’ he asked as his eyes followed mine to the bulge in his trousers.
‘Yes,’ I managed, but, before I could say more, he’d taken out a cock that was even more impressive than anything I could’ve pictured. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband’s cock, I love every part of him, but Andre’s was like a work of art, thick and wide and tall and proud. I reached for it, but he pushed my hand back.
‘I don’t want my cock in your hand. I want it in your mouth, and then your ass, and, if you’re good, your pussy.’ I whimpered again, then scrambled around so I could swallow it. I did, in one smooth thrust, but Andre intercepted me again. ‘Not so fast, greedy girl. If you take my cock all the way down your throat like that, I’m gonna come, and I don’t want that to happen just yet. Go slow. Focus on the tip. I’ll fill your pretty mouth up later.’ His words made me ache all over, my nipples stiffening, my pussy getting tighter, my ass clenching with want as I looked up at him while I ran my tongue around that hot, glorious swollen flesh. He smiled at me, and I moaned, reaching down to play with my clit, wondering if he’d object.
I shut my eyes and focused on the pure joy of pleasing this man who was young enough to be my son, who was hot enough to have his pick of women. If only Brent could see me now; that thought made me groan, and my open mouth led to Andre’s dick sliding deeper down my throat, far enough that I might have gagged if I wasn’t so in tune with our actions. I scrambled to go back to just sucking the tip, but he dragged me up by my hair. ‘Get on the floor, on your knees, and put your hands behind your back,’ he ordered. I was kneeling in seconds, my breasts pressing forward, arching towards him, my bare feet resting against my ass as he slapped his cock across my face. ‘Don’t worry, I know your ass is ready for me, ready to take all of this. Isn’t it, Nadine?’
I replied as best as I could in my position and kept on sucking, until I had to gasp when his fingers reached for my nipples and pinched hard.
‘Keep going, slut,’ he said, and I did, tears of joy and arousal rushing to my eyes. I wanted to be his slut, his hot young ready-for-anything slut. I gagged on his cock, my saliva dripping from my mouth, as he took his pleasure from me before easing me up then pulling me towards his lips for a wet, hot kiss. ‘I hope you have some lube,’ he said, ‘’cause I’m going to fuck your ass even if you don’t.’
Just having him mention lube let me know he wouldn’t do anything that would truly hurt me; we’d chosen our hotel knowing they had a sex kit available for purchase, and I nodded and inclined my head towards the corner of the room.
Andre pushed me backwards and told me to get on all fours with my ass in the air. I heard my phone beep with a text message, Brent’s special signal, and moaned, wondering what he would think if I didn’t respond. Then Andre took matters into his own hands, wandering towards my phone. He picked it up, and silently read through my texts. ‘Who’s Brent?’ he asked.
‘My husband,’ I said, my cheeks heating worse than they had when he’d slapped his cock against them.
‘He wants to know what we’re doing. Should I tell him I’m about to fuck you in the ass?’
Oh my God. Any answer I gave would be shameful – and arousing. If I answered Brent honestly, I’d be letting him know that I wasn’t all his, not now, not ever. If I let Andre respond, I was telling my husband that another man had read his messages, had taken over for a little while. Either way, Andre now knew exactly what I was up to.
‘Yes, tell him, and say I’ll call him when we’re done.’ I buried my head in the pillows like a schoolgirl, my pussy clenching as I wondered whether that text would make Brent hard – or mad. Either way, he’d surely fuck me later and let me know. Andre texted back, the fingers that had been buried inside me now flying fast and furious against the screen of my phone. It only took a minute at most, but it was an agonising minute as I waited, my ass in the air, hungry for him.
Soon he was back on the bed, those same fingers finding their way to my clit, rubbing my wetness until I wanted to push back against him, force him inside me, but I didn’t, because that was an illusion; Andre was in charge, and he wanted my ass. ‘Hold your cheeks open for me, Nadine, while I put on a condom,’ he said.
If I’d thought having Andre text Brent was humiliating, holding my cheeks open for him was even more so. I was
