A Married Woman’s Midnight Run

It was overwhelming, delicious. He hit a spot deep inside that sent me over the edge, my first orgasm ripping through me. “God, Jake, that’s so good,” I moaned. “You like it, huh, you little slut?” he teased, thrusting harder. “Love it,” I panted, lost in it. Two more waves crashed over me before he growled, “On your knees.”

He pulled out, leaving me empty, aching. I flipped over, ass up, and he kneaded my hips, my skin prickling under his touch. Then I felt his fingers – slick with lube – circling my ass, dipping inside. I shivered, pushing back as he slid into me again, fucking me deep while working my ass with his hand. “Look at you, loving this dick,” he said, voice rough. “Yeah, I do,” I shot back, owning it. “I’m your dirty girl tonight.”

That set him off. His pace quickened, his grunts growing primal. I clenched around him, rocking my hips, and we came together – a messy, shuddering explosion. We collapsed, panting, and Tara’s voice cut through: “Holy shit, you two! That was insane!” She and her guy took the bed next, and Jake and I hit the shower. Soap turned to groping, and he bent me over, taking me again under the spray.

Back in the room, we watched Tara finish with her client, then dressed and stumbled back to the club. Over a final drink, she grinned. “Not bad for your first night, huh? Being a slut’s kinda fun, right?” I laughed. “Yeah, it was a rush. But I’m not coming back – this was a one-time thing. Thanks for having my back, though.” We swapped numbers, and I told her I’m married – “Be discreet if you call.”

The cabbie was waiting at 3 a.m., smirking as I climbed in. “Have fun?” he asked. “Too much,” I said. “But keep it quiet – this was just a fling.” He nodded, slipping me his card. “Call me if you need another ride, sexy.” I got home, crashed, and woke up sore, satisfied, and – for now – done with adventures.

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