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Natala Again
   By Romany
   (M/F, cheating husband)
   Steve stood at the door of Room 315 of the Heritage Suites; nervously
wondering if this was a good idea.  His wife worked Saturdays, and now that
the boys were in their late teens, they were out and about most weekends
that he barely saw them.  They certainly would not miss him if they
returned home and he wasn't there.  He tapped on the door and waited;
feeling pensive and somewhat ill at ease about what he was doing.  He heard
a click and blushed knowing she would have viewed him through the spy hole
in the door.  The door opened and she stood smiling at him.
   "Steve," she beamed.  "It's good to see you," and she stepped into the
doorway and embraced him, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips.
   Steve felt self-conscious standing in the hall with her embracing him.
He wanted to get inside and get the door closed.  He let her linger briefly
with the kiss which was clearly full of promise; her groin pressed against
his.  He had no reason to feel awkward.  They both knew why they were here
and he had rationalized it on the drive from home to this hotel she had
told him to meet her at.  She broke the kiss and then stepped back and let
him enter.  He looked around the room and noted a bottle of wine and two
glasses on the sideboard beside the TV.  The room was very basic and common
to most budget hotels.  He'd been in dozens like it over the years.  He
walked to the far end and looked out the window down to the courtyard
below, eventually turning to look at here.
   "Checking to see if you were followed," she grinned teasing him.
   He blushed.
   "No...just curiosity in seeing what the view was like.  Old habit," he
said chuckling nervously and gazed around the room.  "Why here?" he asked.
   "A friend of mine...she's a duty manager here.  This room is a
cancellation within the minimum period," she said walking from the door she
had closed behind him.  "In short, it's paid for and no one is coming to
use it."
   "Do you often get rooms this way?" he said somewhat intrigued at how she
got the room.
   "I don't come here to fuck men as a regular occurrence," she said
sweetly folding her arms and looking at him.  "In fact you should be
flattered; you're the first."
   He blushed at being challenged so bluntly and stared at her.  She looked
good; tight black jeans accentuating her hips and crotch and a plain white
top with a low front, which looked a size too tight; showing an expanse of
cleavage above her folded arms.  He recalled she did not have big breasts
but they were just the right size and shape to offset her petite frame. 
She saw him take in her appearance and felt pleased she could see he still
liked what he saw.
   `Much better than that frump you're married to,' she thought to herself.
   "Well...this is a nice surprise," he said nervously.
   "Yes it is," she said smiling at him knowingly and walked towards the
wine on the sideboard; picking it up and removing the gold foil to reveal
the wire cork retainer.
   "Here, let me," he said quickly and took the bottle of sparkling wine
from her.
   "How do you know Bess Hobson?" he said removing the wire retainer.
   "When I moved her, with Allan and his boys, I went to her company where
she is an IT recruiter," she answered, watching him hold the bottle tight
and twist the cork to gently release the pressure so the wine wouldn't spew
out if released too suddenly.
   "We got to be friends and communicated on Facebook after she found me a
position," she explained.
   "And through Bess, you saw I was a friend of hers," he said removing the
cork with a faint pop.
   "That's right," she said and watched as he picked up a glass to pour the
wine.
   She studied him tilting the glass as he poured, ensuring the wine did
not froth and spill over the side of the glass.
   "You didn't accept my friend request," she said evenly staring at his
face as he concentrated pouring the wine.
   His eyes flicked to hers and he felt embarrassed.
   "Then I wondered if your wife had a Facebook page, and she was your
friend and could see who your friends were; and who communicated with you,"
she continued still staring at him.
   He felt her eyes on him and not wanting to meet her stare, put the full
glass on the side board and took the empty glass and began to fill it
carefully.
   "It wouldn't be helpful if she saw I was one of your recent friends,"
she observed.
   She was letting him off easy.  She had been hurt and somewhat miffed he
had not accepted her friend request on Facebook.  But deep down she knew
the consequences for him and why he had ignored her request.  Because she
had not made her personal information restricted, he saw her email address
and had contacted her from a weird Yahoo email address.  Clearly an email
account his wife knew nothing about.
   He finished pouring the wine and placed the bottle on the sideboard and
handed her the glass just poured.  He lifted the other glass and turned to
look at her for the first time since she had challenged him about Facebook.
   "To old friends," he said holding the glass out.
   "Old friends," she repeated with a smile, and they touched glasses and
took a drink of the wine.
   She stared at him, a half smile on her face.
   "You're sure about this?" she asked quietly.  "Your family...where are
they?"
   He looked at the wine glass and decided the wine was cheap but passable.
   "Oh I won't be missed today," he said a little somberly.  "Much like
most Saturdays," he added.
   She sensed perhaps there was some issue about his family and Saturdays
he was not about to explain.
   "That's good," she added and gave him a smoldering look; placing her
glass on the sideboard and dropping to one knee in front of him.  "Seems we
have plenty of time to reminisce," she said with a grin.
   There was no beating about the bush with her and he was fascinated at
how deliberate she was opening his flies and tenderly taking his cock out.
Holding it gently while it was flaccid and expertly coaxing him to
erection. She glanced up at him with a knowing smile on her lips and she
rubbed the hardening cock against her cheek.  Her eyes closing partially as
she clearly enjoyed the feel of it against her cheek.  She sucked him and
stroked it as she looked up at him; a visual pornographic clich� as the
woman kneels before the man and sucks him.  A classic act of subjugation
intended to stroke the man's ego.  He knew her well enough from their past
torrid affair that Natala genuinely liked cock.  There was nothing
unabashed about what she wanted from a man.  It was the length and
thickness of his cock; in her hand, down her throat until she gagged, or
shoved balls deep inside of her small tight cunt.  The two had engaged in
anal sex on one occasion.  He recalled she had no qualms about getting her
asshole reamed, as her welcoming hungry vagina.  He groaned and chuckled;
extra hard now as their past liaisons flooded back.  To hell with his
family life; today they didn't matter as he was here now.  Seven years had
passed since he and Natala had had their brief highly erotic affair, and he
had gotten away with it.  No reason to suspect he couldn't get away with it
again.
   They fucked urgently.  She had nearly got him off twice with her mouth
and hand before he had laughingly eased her off him and made her stand. 
Frantically stripping her silk top, and the vivid white half cup bra she
wore; releasing her full luscious tits.  At thirty-five, Natala had had no
children; never been married in fact.  Her breasts still firm and her
stomach flat and hard.  He stripped the tight black jeans and gasped at the
sight of the bra matching vivid white G-string she wore.  He made her turn
so he could see the thin string at the back vanish between her perfect
buttocks.  Pushing the back of her neck so she bent forward and he ogled
the full lump that was her vulva pouched in the scanty material at her
crotch.  He gave in to his rising desire and gripping her long hair at the
nape of her neck, he turned her roughly to the bed and she stumbled forward
and fell face down onto the end of it; her feet still on the floor.  He
tapped the inside of her ankle with a foot and she shuffled her feet apart.
They were both panting with excitement.  As he paused to undo the belt and
top button of his jeans she wriggled her ass impatiently; eager for him to
penetrate her.  His pants around his shoes now, he couldn't wait to remove
them properly and positioned himself between her thighs and rubbed her
inner groin and pulled the thong off her vulva.  He toyed with the labia
lovingly and slipped a thumb into her vaginal opening.  She was wet and she
groaned loudly and pushed back against him.
   "For God's sake get it in...fuck me you shit," she growled into the
heavy bedspread.
   "Steve pulled his foreskin back and nosed his cock to the reddened lips
of her vulva and wiped the head up and down a few times.
   "Get it in fucker," she growled into the bedding.
   He shoved hard and drilled her; balls deep in one shove.
   "Oh kee-rist," she wailed as he skewered her; lifting her head in reflex
to the cock cleaving her open so suddenly.
   "You wanted it," he gasped taking her by the hips; "you've fucking well
got it."
   He fucked her roughly.  Hunched close into her.  The act of sexual
intercourse is on average seven minutes.  They lasted about four.  The past
flooded back as he recalled how crude and impersonal the sex had been
during their past affair.  They both uttered obscenities and crudities; as
he fucked her roughly without care or concern she might be in discomfort.
He knew she liked it rough.  He'd never acted in such a debased carnal way
with any female partner; certainly never with his wife.  But Natala liked
it this way and as he hurled obscenities at her she urged him on by being
equally crude in response.  He came first; grunting and gasping and shoving
her so hard he actually lifted her feet off the floor and pushing her up
the bed with his effort.  Realising he was spewing into her Natala began
berating him obscenely.
   "Wait for me you selfish fucker," she grunted pushing back against him.
"Don't lose it yet you cunt," she wailed as she writhed her butt back
against him buried deep in her.
   She shoved a hand down between her body and the bedclothes and found her
clitoris.  Frantically rubbing her clit while urging him to stay in her and
to keep fucking despite having blown his load, she eventually began to wail
and moan as her orgasm overtook her.
   "Oh God...fuck yes...yes...yes, God fuck me," she groaned as she shoved
against her hand pinned under her clitoris; one hand reaching back and
grasping at his butt making sure he kept his cock plugged deep in her.
   When they had both calmed down somewhat, he stood up, taking his weight
off her back where he had collapsed at the end of his release.  He stood
and viewed his cock sheathed in her cunt.  Her lips stretched around the
greasy pole; a ring of semen which was quite a vivid white having been
mashed and whipped like cream in her tightness after he had cum.  He
slipped the cock slowly out; still hard with the head all flared and angry
with a sheen of semen and her juices on it.  He pushed it in and out a few
times and then pulling it out, he crouched and peered at her reddened
dilated vaginal opening; the first wad of semen welling up in the opening.
He touched it and it immediately slithered onto his fingers.  He gently
milked her cunt with his fingers until his fingers were covered with his
cum.  Standing and bending over her back, he brought his fingers to her
face.  Natala lifted her head back and regarded the gooey white mess before
her nose.  She glanced back as if to challenge him with a stern look; but
without being able to make eye contact with him directly behind her, she
relented and moved her head and he felt her lips encompass his fingers. 
She licked his cum scooped from her cunt; devouring it and cleaning his
fingertips.  She pushed back at him and he stood up allowing her to slither
back off the bed and she squatted before him.  She looked up at him, making
eye contact and in a total act of subjugation, and with a sultry smile; she
proceeded to clean his cock with her mouth.  When she had finished, she
reached between her legs as she balanced awkwardly on the balls of her feet
with her knees splayed.  She felt her sex, teasing the remaining smears of
semen from her vagina and vulva.  She pushed her gooey fingers tips into
her mouth and held his gaze as she sucked the residue of semen from them;
making exaggerated smacking noise with her lips.
   "Fucking brilliant," she said huskily; still holding his eye contact.
   He shook his head in partial disbelief at how carnal she was.
   "It was," he chuckled.  "Fucking amazing," he agreed.
   "The best you've ever had?" she said quickly, cocking her head to one
side and taking his half hard cock in a hand.
   Steve swallowed hard.  This was a challenge to his marriage and his wife
and their sexual intimacy that she had made in the past and he hated it. 
He swallowed hard wishing she hadn't said what she said.  He looked down at
her and mulled over her words.  If he said yes, it relegated his sexual
intimacy with his wife to second best; something he could not bring himself
to do as it was a further betrayal of the betrayal.  If he said no he would
certainly piss Natala off, as she was conceited enough to believe she was
the best.
   "It's different," he mumbled lamely.  "Not better or worse."
   "Fucking coward," she growled, but he could see she was not angry.  "You
haven't the balls to admit it...I'm the best fuck you've ever had."
   He recalled the difficulty the challenge posed in their past affair all
the years back.  She wanted to impose herself over the position his wife
had in his sexual life.  She competed directly with his wife through the
torrid erotic sex; believing Steve's wife, or any wife of a husband she had
an affair with, simply could not compete.  It was her triumph over her own
insecurity in not having a man of her own.  He had recalled she had
admitted to only one serious partner by the time he met her when she was
only twenty eight.  She had been eighteen, straight out of school, and the
guy she lived with was thirty two.  She was with him for four years much to
her parent's dismay; and she claimed she left him because the guy used to
hit her.  He wondered at the truth of this, although he could understand
how infuriating she might be.  Steve was to learn back then that Natala had
never had another serious relationship through her adult life to that
point. A series of short lived attempted relationships with single men that
she admitted she fucked up.  These attempts at a normal relationship
interspersed with affairs with married men or men already spoken for; just
like Steve was when they worked together.  Even now when she had clearly
forged a relationship with her current partner here she was cheating; just
as Steve was cheating.
   "Some wine," he said feebly; trying to change the subject by handing her
a glass.
   She stood; still holding his cock in her hand, and she took the glass.
   "Champagne sex," she said raising her glass and drained the remaining
wine.
   He chuckled nervously, hoping he had shifted her off the topic of who
was best at sex.
   "Champagne sex," he mimicked.
   "Sorry," she said simply, letting his cock go as she took the bottle and
began filling her glass.
   The wine bubbled up and overflowed down the side.
   "Fuck it," she laughed and lifted the glass and slurped the bubbles
running down the fluted glass.
   He looked down at her standing in her G-string; her nipples dark and
hard on her full breasts.  She noticed him regarding her and giggled.
   "You look kind of silly standing there with your pants around your
shoes," she laughed, sipping the wine.  "Get your clothes off baby, we have
all afternoon."
   Steve removed his shoes and pulled his pants off his feet and slipped
his polo shirt off, tossing his clothes onto the single arm chair in the
room.  He stood naked except for his sox; his cock half hard hanging just
below horizontal from his pubic bush.
   "Me next" she said and slipped the G-string off and tossed it on her
jeans on the floor.
   She walked along the side of the bed and placing her glass on the
nightstand, she turned and slid her butt across the bed and lay in the
middle; drawing her knees up and parting her legs.  He gasped audibly
seeing her obviously shaved bald cunt; the fleshy labia and dark slit
between with the small dark dilated opening to her vagina at the bottom of
her crotch.
   "Come on Stevie," get that big fat cock up here and talk to Natala," she
said pouting; sucking provocatively on a finger.
   Steve drained his glass and refilled it.  He was doomed.  The last time
his conscience troubled him right from the get go.  Today, here during
round two, his past success at cheating had erased his conscience from
interfering.  His cock was hardening as he stared at her parted legs and he
walked down the other side of the bed and placed his glass on the night
stand.  He bent over the bed and levered himself up onto the bed beside
her. She grabbed his hips and steered him between her legs.  Before he was
completely settle, she reached for his now fully hard cock and pulled him
towards her cunt.
   "In boy," she breathed in his ear.  "We have all day."
   The End
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