My Secret with Jake

Every time I pulled out my dresser drawer and retrieved a $100 bill to buy something special for the kids, I remembered the thrill of it all. It was a secret I shared with no one, except Jake. I couldn’t spend it all at once, so I had decided I owed it to the children and would use it a little at a time, allowing myself to indulge in fantasies of our encounters.

I took to laying the bill on the dresser, slipping out of my panties and standing there, lost in the memories of our time together. It was only my own juices that ran down my leg, but I could pretend it was Jake’s touch that set me aflame.

I went to the same conference again this year, a different city, but I knew Jake would be there, waiting for me. I’d dreamed for months about having him again, and I wasn’t about to ask for more money. We went to dinner, and before he could ask, I said, “You can come to my room tonight if you want to.”

As the knock came, I answered wearing only v-string panties and a demi-bra my husband had never seen. I stood there with the door wide open, and Jake looked embarrassed, quickly closing it behind him.

We stood there kissing, lost in the moment, before Jake took my undies off. He started from the top of my breasts, kissing and caressing my entire quivering body. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. He started kissing every inch of my legs down to my feet, the aroma of my own sex wafting up to me.

We lay on the bed, and he continued to explore my body, his fingers tracing my curves, sending me into a state of pure desire. He gently gnawed on my pussy through my panties, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

I pushed him off and laid him on his back. I rubbed my panties on his cock, and he moaned, his eyes locked on mine. I climbed down between his legs, his thighs responding to my tongue, and when I held his cock up and licked beneath his balls, he started to moan louder.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered, his hands grabbing my hair, pulling me closer. He loved it when I took his balls in my mouth and then licked up and down his shaft.

He stood me up and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching around behind me and unclipping my bra. It dropped easily to the floor, and he took my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. As he was sucking on my tit, he slid my panties off, reached between my legs, and found my clit.

I stood there accepting this with my eyes closed, waves of ecstasy making my whole body shake and my knees tremble. When he felt my orgasm rise, he plunged his fingers up into my vagina, and I pushed him back down on the bed, crawling over him and rubbing his tip against my clit.

“I need you inside me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I lowered myself over his wonderful, rock-hard cock, and he tried to hold onto my breasts as I bounced up and down over him.

I wanted something more intimate, so I hopped off after a couple of minutes and laid on my back, opening my shaking legs as wide as I could and holding my pussy lips open with both hands.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me!” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. Jake took in the view for a few seconds, his eyes locked on mine, before he held his cock at my opening and pushed it in.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing me, twisting my nipples, and fucking me. I was so happy, lost in the moment, as he moved in and out of me.

As we lay there, I felt myself getting close to orgasm again, and Jake seemed to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent. I convulsed in pleasure, my body shaking with desire.

Later, as we chatted about our kids, I thought I couldn’t take any more, but I was drawn to him again, and I found myself climbing over his naked body and down to his cock.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I hopped off and got on my knees next to him, my eyes locked on his, and said, “Fuck me from behind like last time.”

He knelt down behind me, licking my pussy and then my cheeks, before pulling my cheeks open and tickling my asshole with his tongue. I couldn’t believe it when he did that; nobody had ever done that before.

“Can I use your rear?” he asked, his voice barely audible. I nodded, and he inserted himself in my vagina, before asking again, “Can I use your asshole?”

“Oh Jake, yes. fuck my asshole Jake,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. He slid in easily, with a little spit, and I felt a pang of pain, but it quickly gave way to pleasure.

As he moved in and out of me, I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and Jake seemed to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent. I squeezed his organ with my sphincter muscles, and his moaning told me I was doing the right thing.

In the morning, we made love again, dressed, and were kissing goodbye. I looked at the sheets and realized that housekeeping wasn’t going to have any question what had been happening. For some reason, it didn’t embarrass me.

Jake held me between his hands and said, “I have another proposition for you. There’s a man, a business associate…”