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I drove back to my hotel with vivid images of my freshly committed infidelity running through my mind like a movie. I really wanted to hate what had happened , but instead I felt quite an annoying sense of pride. I've had so many friends that cheated on their wives and suddenly found themselves single again in their forties. Then, after a couple of years of shooting their seed into whatever they could lay their hands on, end up spending the rest of their lives trying to find someone to spend the rest of their lives with. I already had a beautiful, intelligent sexy wife whose very presence sent blood surging into my cock making me hungry for her. The sight,smell and feel of Victoria still got me as excited as the first day we met. So what the fuck did I think I was doing here. I decided that as much as I had loved what had just happened, I would not return to the house until Jack and Jennifer returned. As I drove along,I tried so hard to refill my mind with thoughts of my wife, images of her smiling at me, sucking me, fucking me, but try as I might, I couldn't lose the stupid fucking grin on my face that Rita had put there. I pulled into my parking space just as my mobile phone signalled a text message. I flipped the cover open and scrolled to my text messages and saw Victoria's name at the top of my inbox. ?Hi sexy, hope everything's O.K. I'll call you at 7.? it said. Even though the message was brief, I was just relieved to hear from her and at once I felt closer to her. The anticipation of speaking to my wife that evening momentarily cleared my mind of any thoughts of the slut that I had watched gagging on my stiff cock earlier that morning. With spring in my step, I strode into the hotel lobby, stopping at the reception desk to collect my room key. ?Room 41 please? I said. The cute receptionist turned around to get my key. ?One message for you Mr Walker? she told me, and straight away I guessed it was Victoria telling me again that she was going to call. I thanked the girl and walked toward the lift, slipping the key into my pocket as I went. As I entered the lift I turned the message card over to read it. ?Dinner at 8. Rita.? Başakşehir escort ?Oh fuck off? I muttered, and I made my way back to my room, eager for the phone to ring. I entered the room and placed my key on the table along with the message card, which I couldn't help reading again. ?Dinner at 8. Rita.? My chest began to feel light and hollow and my heart started to gather speed. I was determined to get this fucking whore out of my head and climbed into the shower to wash any trace of her from my body. As I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair I could hear the phone ringing and clumsily stumbled from the bathroom to answer it, desperate to hear my Victoria's voice again. Suddenly it occurred to me that it was the hotel phone that was ringing, not my mobile. ?Hello.? I said. ?Hello Peter.? said a sultry voice that I instantly knew was Rita's ?Did you get my message?? ?Yes.? I said, and before I had a chance to make an excuse, my mind began to replay the vivid scenes of my hard cock slamming in and out of her beautiful face. I was instantly turned on and could feel my resistance slipping away. I was standing naked and soaking wet and my cock had already swelled to it's full length and was sticking out in front of me. I took it in my hand and slowly began to stroke it as I tried to imagine what this fucking woman had in mind. ?Peter! Are you still there? What are you doing? She asked, snapping me out of my daydream. ?Are you thinking about what you did earlier, you fucking adulterer? You fucked my face, ?...do you remember?? she teased devilishly. ?You flooded my dirty mouth with your hot cum, didn't you?? By now I was pumping my fist ashamedly up and down my hard cock as I listened to this filthy whore audaciously recalling our crude encounter. I wanted her to keep talking, to remind me of every detail of the misdemeanor we had shared, from the moment she had ?accidentally? bared her tight round ass to me, right down to the last drop of cum that spilled onto her ample chest. ? See you at 8 then. Don't be late.? She called, and hung up the phone, leaving me feeling rather high and dry. ?You Bayrampaşa escort bayan bitch, you fucking teasing bitch? I blurted, and I flopped onto my bed, too infuriated to finish what I had started. ?Fuck dinner and fuck you? I added as if she could hear me. What was this little fucker trying to do to me, I was beginning to lust for her more and more. I lay there for a few minutes before deciding to get back into the shower and freshen myself up again. I got dressed and took a walk to the coffee shop at around 6:45 looking forward to my phone call from my darling wife. I wished more than anything that she had come on this trip with me, then this whole fucking mess would never have happened. I adored her and right now would have given anything just to hold her delicate body against mine, to have her hug me back and feel a bond so strong it could not be broken. I ordered my coffee and sat down, then, as the time passed I ordered two more but still the phone didn't ring. It was now almost 7:30 so I decided to call her instead, but frustratingly all I got was voicemail again and again. I left the coffee shop and headed for the hotel car park, I was getting hungry and decided to drive into town to get a take away. I shut the car door and I began to think of my dinner invitation, it would be almost ready by now. As I recalled the things Rita had said to me on the phone that afternoon and how incredibly hot she made me, my car almost drove itself straight back to my sons house, though I did manage to stop at a supermarket for a bottle of wine. The front door was open when I arrived so, slightly unsure what to expect, I stepped inside and made my way to the kitchen. Rita looked incredible in a navy blue velvet strapless dress and 3 inch heels, as she rushed around the kitchen trying to make sure she didn't burn anything. When she saw me standing in the doorway she stopped in her tracks. ?Hey baby? she cooed, and she walked over to greet me with a slight sway in her hips. She hugged me pressing her chest into me, exhaling with a purr as she did, then kissed me on the neck with her right Escort Beşiktaş hand on the side of my face. It was as if we had been lovers for years, it all felt so comfortable and the nervousness I felt on arrival began to diminish. Gone was the slut spouting filth down the telephone to me. Tonight she seemed classy, friendly and demure. She had tied her hair up in a ponytail and her makeup was perfectly applied. The high hem of her dress showed off her long shapely legs, but sadly did too good a job of covering her wonderful ass. ?I hope I didn't get you too worked up earlier .?she teased. I felt myself blush slightly as I looked sheepishly back at her. ?Are you going to pop your cork? She quipped and she laughed cheekily, pointing to the bottle of wine in my hand. I chuckled and placed the bottle on the table, reaching for the corkscrew that she had placed there. I filled two glasses and sat down as she served dinner. She proved to be a fantastic cook and, as I plowed my way through everything she placed before me I felt glad I had accepted her invitation afterall. We laughed and joked for some time and shared stories about Jack and Jennifer when they were kids. We continued to talk as she cleared the table but at no time did we mention the mornings events, although I was so turned on watching her strutting around the kitchen in her heels, I would have fucked her there and the if she had asked me to. She sat back down next to me and we talked some more and finished our wine. Suddenly the phone rang and Rita stood up and leaned over to the worktop and hit the speakerphone button ?Hello.? she said ?Hello Jennifer darling, how are you?? came the voice that I had been longing to hear. ?Its Victoria? ?Oh hi Victoria it's not Jennifer, it's Rita. I'm house sitting for a few days while Jack and Jen are camping? she answered. I stood up, dying to talk to the love of my life but I was unsure what she might think about me being alone in the house with Rita. ? Hello Rita, I haven't spoken to you for ages. Listen, I don't suppose you have seen Peter have you?? She asked. ? I've left my phone at work and I don't have his mobile number. I tried calling his hotel room, but he's not there? Wearing the same slutty smile that she had on this morning, she got hold of my belt and pulled me toward her. She gestured to me to speak, but thinking how uneasy my wife might feel about me being here alone with Rita, I shook my head and kept quiet. ? Yes.? said Rita.