His and Hers Affairs

"Umm," she moaned and got her tongue working up into my cunt and tickling my clit. I leaned forward and lowered my face into her soppy, messy pussy. I feasted on the ambrosia she offered to me.

It wasn't long before her cunt stopped producing the divine liquid. A little bit later her tongue wormed its way up to find my g-spot and I received yet another orgasm.

We relaxed that way a few minutes before I got up off the bed and got dressed.

"What are you doing now?" she asked me.

"Getting dressed," I told her, making sure my clothes were straight and presentable to the public. "And leaving."

"What!" Her face turned red and she was becoming visibly angry.

I went to the bed and pulled down the mask. "Quit fooling around," she hissed at me.

"I'm not," I told her innocently.

She was stunned. I kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Just another game," I said.

Her face softened slightly.

"But I'm still leaving," I told her. "Before I do, I'm going to give you a present."

"What?" she asked eagerly, realizing this was just another game, another sexual tease.

"Two presents, actually." I smiled. "Right before I leave I'm going to loosen one of your cuffs just a bit. I've practiced; it should take you about fifteen minutes to free yourself. If not...the maids will find you in the morning."

She smiled but said, "You're evil."

"Wicked, I think would be a better way to describe it."

Her smile didn't fade. "What's the other present?"

"Want to see a picture of the man who just fucked you?" I asked her, picking up the camera and turning on the LCD display on the back.

"You know I do," she said, her smile broadening.

"If you feel like getting together again, give me a call. Here's my number." I wrote it down on the pad of paper every hotel leaves on the nightstand. "Ready?" I asked her queuing up the picture of Mike as got up off her, his cock slick with her juices, half erect and pointing at her belly.

"Yes," she cried eagerly.

I showed her the picture. She was puzzled a moment, then a look of recognition washed over her face as she realized that it was Mike her had fucked her. She looked at me a moment, confused. I clicked to the next picture, one that had been taken a few weeks ago by a friend, one of me and Mike standing on our back deck, kissing. "Mike?" she asked.

I raised up my left hand and waggled my ring finger at her, the one with my wedding band. "You mean my husband?" I asked her.

Lydia's mouth dropped open, unable to understand exactly what had happened.

I kissed her lightly on the cheek before saying goodbye and walked out the door.

"You're a wicked woman," Mike said to me in bed later than night.

"That's the second time I've been called wicked tonight," I told him.

"It's true," he pointed out.

"Maybe so, but sometimes a woman would appreciate a more noble compliment."

He shook his head slightly in disbelief then asked, "Do you think she'll call?"

"Of course she will," I told him, kissing him on the lips and going to sleep.

It took a few days, but the middle of the week I got home and found Lydia's phone number on our caller ID. I listened to the message.

"I was so angry and confused," she said, "when I realized you had tricked me. But then, I finally realized that when the two of you fucked me, it was the most wonderful night of my life." There was a long pause as she worked up the courage to speak again. "I was hoping we could all get together again."

I smiled and saved the message so Mike could listen to it. I'd let him decide.