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The rhythmic pounding assaults my ears as I force myself to go harder and faster. My chest burns and eyes water from the exertion as I hurtle down the beach, moon bleached sand grating underfoot. After what seems hours of pain, I stumble breathless into the hotel elevator, barely able to see, much less punch my floor number. I stop outside my door, fumbling with my keys. I can hear the people next door having one of their marathon fights. They had fought only twice since I had been here, and after was always followed by passionate make up sex. They were nice people, I had run into them from time to time. Their names were Diana and Steve, and they lived a few towns over from me. Other then that, we didn’t really talk.

Their door flies open and Diana storms out, slamming the door behind her. She makes it to the railing before she breaks down in tears. Unsure of what to do, I cautiously approach her and ask if she is alright. I'm not sure if she can hear me, so I tentatively reach out to touch her shoulder. She jumps at my touch, and I jump back from the sudden movement. She looks up at me, and begins to laugh softly.

'I'm sorry if I startled you,' I begin, 'I was merely seeing if you were alright.'
'Thank you. I'll be fine. I'm sorry for startling you, too.' She smiles.
'That's quite all right. Would you like a drink or something to eat?'
'Yes, I would, thank you.'

Opening the door, I welcome her in, and gesture for her to have a seat on the couch. From the kitchen I grab two lemonades for us. We sit there, drinking our lemonades in awkward silence.

'Is everything with you and Steve going well?' Instantly I realize this was not the way to break the silence. Desperately, I am searching for something else to say when she answers.
'Uh...no, not really. You've heard us fight before, right?'
'Um, yes, I have. Although, tonight was more intense then the other times.'
'Uh huh. The other times were normal fights. Tonight though, I caught him having sex with the maid.'
'Oh.' I could think of nothing else to say.
'Oh indeed. I've suspected he's been cheating on me for a while, though I had no proof. Until tonight.'
'I'm sorry.' I smiling sympathetically, I gave her knee a quick squeeze.
'There's nothing for you to apologize for. But thanks.' She smiled back. 'Is there anything good on TV?'
'Probably not, but no harm in checking.'

Of course, there was nothing good on. I gave her the remote as I went to refill our drinks. When I returned, she was watching a low budget, late night porno. Due to the lack of plot, it took a while for us to figure out it was about a hotel where the maids fucked the male guests. As I reached for the remote, I saw her rubbing herself through her pants. She noticed me staring at her, and stopped.

'I know, but as much as I'm mad at him for it, it turns me on thinking of him fucking some other woman.' Her hand was moving harder and faster now. 'I...I don't know...know why...'

She was rubbing harder and faster as her orgasm broke over her. When it ended, she laid on the couch with a look of contentment. My cock was straining against my jeans, but I was amazed by what I had just witnessed. Standing up slowly, she took off her pants and shirt, walked over and kissed me. Then she turned to the bed and climbed in, beckoning me to join her. Taking a moment to gather my wits, I all but ran to the bed, shedding my clothing as I went. As I was climbing into bed, she leaned over and asked me to wait. She took a camera out of her purse, setting it up so it had a clear view from the foot of the bed.

'You don't mind, do you?' she asked as she finished setting it up.

Shaking my head 'No', she smiled and peeled off her bra and panties, then joined me on the bed. She swung her leg across my hips so she was straddling me, her swollen pussy just out of reach of my straining cock. So erotic was the heat from her sex I could no longer restrain myself, thrusting upwards to bury my cock in her warm, wet slit. Every time I thrust upwards, she too moved up, letting me get close enough for her lips to gently caress my cock, but not close enough that I could get inside. For several minutes this went on as I was growing more desperate to bury myself in her with each thrust. Finally, she lowered herself just enough to take my cockhead into her. The combination of the heat, wetness and skin to skin contact almost blew my load. Barely had I got myself under control when she moved down again, taking me centimeter by centimeter. I could feel her pussy contracting around my shaft, almost as if it was coaxing out my semen with a massage.

Her breathing became quicker and shallower as she took the last of my manhood in. Eyes half closed, she played with her nipples as she slowly rocked back and forth. Just as I thought I was about to explode, she began bouncing up and down my shaft with hard, short thrusts. I could feel her impending orgasm draw near as her pussy grabbed my cock with a vice-like grip. With one hard last thrust her orgasm hit, knocking the breath out of her. Grinding her clit on my pubic bone, her pussy clamped down even harder causing me to blow. Strange colors were danced in front of my eyes as I emptied everything I had into her fertile womb.

Waking up several minutes later, I saw her playing with my cum that was dripping out of her pussy lips. She noticed I was awake, leaned over and kissed me passionately. Then she got up, shutting off the camera on her way to the bathroom.

She came out, dressed quickly and prepared to go back to her room. Kissing me goodbye, she softly whispered, 'Thank you.' Grabbing the tape, she went through the door and was gone.

About 10 minutes later they were having intense make up sex. I was a little worried he would find the present I left her, but it was pretty far up there. Besides, from the sounds of it, he jumped in without taking a close look. Then I heard her say something about not needing a condom, her diaphragm was in.

Only, she hadn't been wearing a diaphragm when I came in her. I could feel my cock rubbing against her cervix every so often.

Nine months later, I was reading the local paper when an announcement on the back page caught my eye. There, a picture of Diana and her husband, holding twins.