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Scorching Hot Threesomes 1
(Darren G. Burton)

Mistress





Carl looked out his office window and gazed upon the city street far below. The fortieth storey certainly offered fantastic views. He checked his watch and saw that it was almost time to leave for his midday rendezvous. He closed his laptop, picked up his wallet, keys and sunglasses and headed out into the hall to the elevators. A lift arrived less than a minute after hitting the Call button and he stepped inside. The doors slid silently closed and the elevator rapidly descended to the ground floor.

He decided to walk the few blocks to the hotel, having booked a room there several days in advance. Although he'd only be using it for roughly an hour, he'd had no choice but to pay for a full day. Such was life on the sly.

The day was pleasantly mild. Carl walked briskly, feeling excited that he was meeting up with her today. It had been a while and he really needed to see her. His body desired to be close to hers, naked.

While he walked he thought about their situation. They were both married and a little bored with their home lives. The pair had met at a work conference out of town two months ago. They'd immediately hit it off and Carl found himself in her hotel room that night. At first he'd felt too guilty to go through with what they had planned, but after another couple of drinks his conscience and inhibitions dissipated and a marathon of all-night sex had ensued.

Over the past couple of weeks she'd seemed less available to meet up and Carl suspected she had another lover besides himself and her own husband. He wasn't sure, but his instincts told him it was probably true. He found himself feeling a tad jealous about that. But that was ridiculous. In this sordid situation he didn't really deserve that emotion. He had no right to feel jealous about anything. Instead, he should just enjoy what he was getting and take whatever was on offer from her.

She met him in the lobby and together they went over to the concierge desk to claim the room key. It was actually a credit card-sized piece of plastic rather than a key. Once up on the third floor, Carl swiped the card and they entered the room.

Inside there was a frenzy of activity as both of them hurriedly disrobed and collapsed naked onto the bed. Lips and tongues met wetly, breathing came in short, excited bursts, hands wandered restlessly, probing each other for the important bits.