Reunion Part 2

An hour after I left the room, I walked across the parking lot to watch my daughter's softball team practice. My wife and mom looked up from their phones and said, "Long day at work, huh?" "Long day. But a good day! I left feeling really good!" I sat down in the foldable chair my wife had saved for me, and I sent a quick text back to Elizabeth: "Made it to softball practice. Hope you made it to your meeting." "Nope. Didn't feel like going." "What? Are you feeling OK?" "I'm feeling very OK. I'm still in the nothing you left me in. Sipping on a (glass of wine emoji) with a (big grin smiley face emoji)." "Whew. Worried there for a sec!" "No worries. See you in the morning?" "Bright and early. Well, after I meet a guy that I meet with every week. I forgot to cancel it." She later confessed that she'd worried I'd had second thoughts. That I wouldn't come back, or, even worse, write back. I cut my meeting short, in part because I was having trouble hiding the erection I had, anticipating my next stop. I grabbed Elizabeth some breakfast and her favorite coffee, and headed to the hotel. After I parked, I sent a quick text. "Still OK to visit?" "Yes" was the one word reply. I'd packed a change of clothes, hoping we might take a shower together. I put the bag over my shoulder, and headed in with coffee in one hand, breakfast in the other, and nowhere and no desire to hide what was going on in my pants. I'd told her the night before to just leave the second lock open, so I could get in with the key she gave me, and she wouldn't have to get out of bed. I quietly slipped in, put all my stuff down, and stripped off my clothes in the exact same spot we'd kissed about 18 hours earlier. I slipped into the bedroom, where daylight was beginning to fill the windows, depite the drawn curtains. She was laying on "her side" of the bed, on her right side, facing away from the windows. I peeled back the blankets and confirmed she'd slept naked, as promised. I slid in behind her. "I didn't think you'd actually come," she said gently. "I know," matching her tone. "I'm glad you did," pushing her back into me, and my dick between her thighs. I wrapped my arm around her, gently fondling her right breast. "I thought about these nipples all night." "Mmmmm" she purred. We lay there for what may have only been moments, but felt like blissful hours. She slid forward, and then turned over, so we were face to face. "Good morning" she smiled, and then kissed me. "Hi there," I lamely replied. "I like your pajamas!" "Well, you've seen them before, so I'm glad!" Her smile went straight to the tip of my dick, and my whole body stiffened in reaction. We kissed, softly at first, then both tongues wrestled for dominance in the other's mouth. Just like old times. We stopped to take a breath. She pulled her head back, and looked me in the eyes with a look I definitely recognized. "Fuck me," she said, and flipped on her back. I laughed. Deeply. And for several seconds. "What. Is. So. Funny?" she asked, in a semi-serious tone. I stifled my laugh, and said, "I was about to say the same thing to you!" Then we were both laughing. I started kissing her left breast, and worked my hand down to her pussy. "Mmmmm" she purred. I got on all fours, and kissed my way from her breast down to her pussy. I slid two fingers inside as I sucked her clit. She slid her left hand from the back of my head to my ass, then to my dick. She started pumping me at the same rhythm I was thrusting my fingers into her. "Do you want to 69?" I asked. "No. I told you what I want," and her knees widened. I moved to the missionary position, and slid inside her. We slowly thrust into each other. I opened my eyes to see her staring into mine. She smiled. We thrust several more times, maintaining eye contact the entire time, slowly thrusting in...then almost all the way out...then in again. "I can't believe how well we fit together," she whispered. "You feel as good as when I'd pretend you were my vibrator. And, as good as I imagined you'd feel while my husband was in that exact same position." I smiled, and kept thrusting, looking deep into her eyes. I pulled out, and kissed her lips. Then her right nipple, sucking it hard. She moved my head to her left nipple. I sucked it hard. Then I slid back down to her wetness. Even just her wetness and my precum tasted amazing. I moaned as I ate her. "Oh GOD," she moaned back, loudly. "OH GOD." She'd told me during one of our sexting conversations that she really enjoyed her husband fingering both her holes. "Do you want me to try Steven's technique?" "Hell. Yes," she gasped. "Please!" I slid my left index, middle and ring finger into her pussy, and she pushed up off the bed to get them in deeper. I used my right index finger to swirl our juices just below her pussy, then found her anus. I rimmed her for a few seconds, then she panted, "Put it in, I'm about to cum. Hard." I did. She did. I lay back down beside her, and put my hand on her chest as her breathing slowed back down. "Thank you," I whispered. She just smiled back at me. She took a deep sigh. "Thank YOU. Wow. That...was...among the best I've ever had." "Wow, really?" She pushed me onto my back, and sat up, looking down over me. "Yes. Really." She straddled me. "But...as great as that was, it's not what I told you to do, is it?" "Well. Kinda." "Um. No, it isn't," she said, as her pussy consumed my dick. "I...told...you...to...fuck...me!" she panted, as she pounded me into her. I thought I'd be bone dry after the previous afternoon, and last night with my wife. But somehow, another load shot into her. She nearly came again too. We lay together for a while, gently fondling, stroking, teasing and kissing. "I've got to go to work," I said. "I've got to get ready to check out, eat that breakfast you brought me and then she and I have to drive home," she replied. "I forgot about her! Yikes. Do you think she knows I was here?" "Well, I told her last night why I was too tired to go to the meeting, and that I was hoping for breakfast with you this morning, so, yes," she smiled. "Too bad you two didn't share a room, then," I said playfully. "The company paid for two rooms. But maybe next time, we can try and save the company a few dollars. Think you'd be up for another lunch sometime?" "Yes. Mam." I replied. "And dessert after."