A Hot Married Man Always Gets What He Wants!

I will never say no when my hot married man comes calling!

Did you notice I was gone a couple of weeks ago?  Maybe you wondered where I ran off to.  Well, I have a confession to make.  I’ve been having an affair with a hot married man.  And I will always come when he calls.

Cameron and I met at an opening for a new art gallery in the city.  In my defense, he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring when I first saw him from across the room.  I sipped my champagne, clenching my pussy, praying that I wouldn’t get wet in that moment just looking at him.  I only had a tight white dress on.  And no panties.  If my pussy started dripping, surely everyone would notice my damp thighs.  But Cameron was hot!  He was definitely a decade or two older than me.  But I didn’t care.  I didn’t know this sexy silver fox was going to become my hot married man.  How could I?

He sauntered up to me when I was pretending to admire a painting.  “Do you like what you see?” he asked.  And I recognized the double entendre immediately.

“I sure do,” I whispered back.

Next thing I knew, he was leading me by the hand to his car.

Of course, Cameron had a black car waiting right in front of the gallery.  He told the driver to take a coffee break.  Then he slipped into the car and pulled me in alongside him.  It didn’t take long before we were having a steamy backseat make-out session.  As he kissed along my neck, I dug my fingernails into his back.  And that’s when his phone rang.

He pulled his cell out of his pocket and glanced down at the caller ID.  I couldn’t help myself from looking.  And I saw “Wifey” pop up on the screen.  Wait, I was fucking around with a hot married man?  He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.  Then he hit decline on his phone and slipped his fingers deep into my pussy.  I leaned back against the soft leather and let him finger fuck me until I came.  Was it that he was that talented at fingering me?  Or was it knowing that I was the other woman that made me cum?

I assumed this hot married man was just having a little fun at a boring art gallery event.  But he grabbed my phone and put his number in.  So I thought maybe he was interested.  Then, when he sent me over a pic of his hand wrapped around his hard cock later that night, I knew I didn’t care that he was a hot married man.

And when my hot married man calls, I’m there in a second!

My hot married man let me know that his wife was going to be out of town.  She was heading down south to visit her sisters for the week.  And he had the place to himself.  So I tossed a few sundresses in a bag and requested a week off work.

When I got to their house, he told me to come right up to the bedroom.  Cameron was naked. He was lying on the expensive duvet I’m sure his wife bought, stroking his hard cock.  Pictures of their wedding day hung above the bed.  I stripped for my hot married man, tugging my dress down and letting him see my red lace thong.  And as I crawled up on top of him, eyeing his wife in the photos overhead, I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.  I knew he’d fucked his wife earlier that day, before she left, I could taste it.  But it didn’t matter to me.  This hot married man was all mine for the week.  And I could only hope she smelled me on the sheets when she returned home.

Will this hot married man ever tell his wife that he cheats with me?  Who knows.  And do I care?  No.  And I certainly don’t mind being your dirty little secret either…

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