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Hannah and I arranged to meet up again at 7 o'clock that evening, in the same bar where I'd first seen her the previous Friday.
She told me that she still lived with her parents, although she pretty much had her own self-contained flat in their house. But I could tell that she was uneasy about taking me back there during the week. Her parents were often away at the weekend, but were very firmly home that night.
I told her it was fine and said that I would book us a room in the local Travelodge. I'd have to book it for the night, even though we only needed it for a few hours, but that was no problem.
I returned to work, excited about the evening ahead, but still scarcely able to believe what was happening in my life. And still with a lingering sense of unease about what Sophie was doing.
I opened the message I had received from her and read it again.
"Hi babe. Thank you so much for last night, for being so understanding and OK with everything. It's just something I really feel I need to do. I'm going to Alex's tonight. I'll probably be very late back, so don't wait up. I love you so, so much xxxx"
That was the first time she told me his name. A name that would become such a familiar part of my life.
And I noted that she wasn't asking me if it was OK, if I was still OK with everything. She was just telling me where she was going. As far as she was concerned now it was obviously full steam ahead and no looking back.
My stomach still turned as I read the message, as I read the words... "I'm going to Alex's tonight. I'll probably be very late back."
Now she was going to his house. Not a hotel. His house. I realised that it wasn't the thought of her having sex with him that made me uneasy, it was the idea of her being involved in his life like that. In his home. Would it become a familiar place for her? Somewhere she came to know and be comfortable in. Somewhere she did more than just fuck. Somewhere she ate, and watched telly and slept. Somewhere she kept a toothbrush and spare panties.
Stop it! I told myself. You were OK about this last night. You were turned on by it. This guy isn't a romantic threat. You and Sophie are soulmates. It's just sex, just for a while, until she is satisfied she has sown her wild oats.
Even as I was telling myself this I realised that I would actually rather she was being fucked by a string of guys; detached, unemotional one offs, than just going with one other man.
I shook my head. At myself as much as anything. I closed the message and opened Chrome. I quickly went to the Travelodge site and booked a room for Hannah and I.
It was time to put Sophie to one side and focus on Hannah instead...
She was five minutes late again that evening, but I was expecting that. We had one drink each, an expensive rhubarb gin for her and a session IPA for me, which we drank by the bar, with her standing right up against me, her leg frequently brushing mine. Her body language was unmistakable, to me or anyone watching.
It was clear that she was horny and she told me so in no uncertain terms. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear that she'd had to wank herself when she got home in the early hours of Saturday morning, because she needed to cum. And that she needed me to fuck her now.
I wasn't about to keep the lady waiting. We drank up quickly and walked the short distance to the hotel.
I had already checked in after work, to save waiting around after we left the bar, so we headed straight to our room on the second floor. As soon as we were in the lift she put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, her hand feeling for my cock through my jeans. I'd had a semi since she arrived at the bar, which had turned into a full blown hard-on as soon as she had whispered in my ear.
She grinned, her mouth still pressed to mine, and gave out a low growl. This girl was going to be special.
No sooner were we through the door of the hotel room than she kicked her shoes off, walked to the bed and turned to face me, unzipping her dress as she did so. The tip of her tongue pressed against her top teeth, a hungry look on her face.
I so wanted to put my cock in her mouth and she seemed to instinctively know this. She dropped her dress to the floor, revealing a plain black and white bra and pantie set, and walked over to me slowly, not breaking eye contact once.
When she reached me she sank to her knees and tugged at the button of my jeans. I helped her out with the button, eager to free my throbbing cock, and pulled my zip down. She yanked my jeans and trunks down in one go, and lifted my shirt off my cock.
I was already dripping with pre-cum and she slowly ran her tongue around the head of my cock, drawing off a glistening silver thread, whilst pulling the foreskin back at the same time.
Then, without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took my full length straight in.
God she was good. She moved her head back and forth, fellating me, moving along the full length of my shaft each time, all the while looking up at me.
I had to stop. I so wanted to cum in her mouth right then, but I needed to fuck her first. I put my hands either side of her head and lifted it off my cock.
"Not yet," I said, "I want to fuck you."
She smiled at me wickedly and stood up. She continued to look me in the eyes as she reached behind her back to undo her bra, then pulled it off sideways across her chest, holding it out at arms length before letting it drop to the floor.
Her tits were perfect . Small but with a beautifully round and full shape, a pale pink nipple pointing at me from the apex of each.
Next her panties were quickly discarded, revealing a smooth crotch, a small slit splitting the bottom two inches of her pubic mound.
I literally gulped. It's strange, for all my hang-ups about Sophie going with another man, the fact that this was the first woman in almost eight years I was going to fuck who wasn't her, never once crossed my mind.
I rapidly removed my clothes, with nowhere near the finesse she had demonstrated. I just wanted to be naked and to have her.
I walked to her this time and we kissed, less passionately now, our arms exploring each other. I could taste myself in her mouth and the image of her sucking my cock came back to me, causing my already rock hard cock to twitch, leaving a silver trail across her soft belly.
She stepped backwards and turned to crawl onto the bed. She waited for me, on all fours, her bum level with the edge of the bed, and I dropped to my knees and plunged my tongue deep inside her cunt.
No niceties, no teasing. I wanted it.
She gasped and her head dropped to the bed. I continued tongue fucking her, alternately pushing inside her then licking her slit from her clit to her hole. I loved it. Her pussy was divine. Small and tight and soft. I could have remained there for hours, but then my eyes alighted upon her sweetly puckered bum hole. She was totally smooth underneath and her bumhole was a lovely rosebud pink. I'd never done it before, not even to Sophie. Especially not to Sophie. But I had a sudden impulse to poke the tip of my tongue into her anus.
She gasped again and moaned. We hadn't even discussed whether she liked anal or not. I just had a compulsion to tongue her there.
"Mmmm... Oh God, yes, I love that." she murmured, and I knew then that my cock would be following my tongue into her arse later that night.
I stood and grabbed a condom from the pocket of my jacket and quickly slipped it on. Then I took her from behind where she was.
She felt as good as I knew she would. In and out, in and out, I quickly found a fast rhythm, banging into her arse on every in stroke. She was moaning and I loved the noises I was forcing out of her.
I felt my cock twinge. Not now. Not yet. I stopped what I was doing and told her to move forward onto the bed. I wanted to recreate the image from Saturday morning, of her riding my cock.
I lay down and told her what I wanted. She climbed onto me eagerly, her hand reaching behind herself to grab my cock and guide it into her. For a second I thought she was putting it into her arse, but it slid over her bumhole and found the entrance to her vagina.
She slid onto it and leant forward, letting her tits fall forward in front of me. They were so firm they barely moved, just the nipples moving slightly towards me.
I reached for them, cupping them both underneath and squeezing them, as Hannah worked up and down my shaft.
But that still wasn't the image I wanted.
"Sit back," I told her, "let me watch you play with your tits while you ride me."
She obeyed willingly and I wondered just how submissive she could be. Another idea came into my head, but first I wanted to watch this.
Hannah squeezed her tits hard, and lowered her head to suck her own nipples while she rocked on my cock. I loved it. It looked just like I imagined it. She sounded just like I imagined she would.
I balled my hand to make a fist and pushed it up against her clit. She responded by pushing back, working herself off on me and soon cried out, "I'm going to cum."
I come to discover that she would give me that little bit of notice every time she was about to orgasm.
She fell onto me and I held her, letting her come down, but I was impatient to do something else with her.
I moved out from under her and found my jacket again. Crumpled beneath it was my scarf. I picked it up and took it back to the bed. It wasn't a tie, but it would do.
I rolled her onto her front and pulled her arms behind her back, then wrapped the scarf tight around her wrists.
All the while she was murmuring her pleasure at this.
Once she was restrained I asked her to get onto her knees, which she did, face down on a pillow. Just as Sophie had been on Sunday morning.
I hadn't brought any lube with me, but Hannah's pussy was soaking and I harvested some juice from her and smeared it around her anus, then, quickly, before it dried, I placed my cock against it and pushed. At first nothing happened and I pushed a little harder, she opened a little and then all of a sudden I was sliding all the way into her.
I knew it was going to be painful for her without lube. But I wanted her. She cried out, her pain and discomfort clear, but through sporadic and heavy breaths all she said was "Ow, ow, ow... ow yes... it hurts... yeah... ah, ow... don't stop... don't stop... fuck my arse!"
So I did.
And came in less than two minutes.
After that we lay for a bit, talking about how much she liked that. It was the first proper conversation about her sexuality we'd had. She told me that she liked being restrained and liked a little pain and that, as I had suspected, she was submissive... With the right man.
She told me that the guy she had lost her virginity to had introduced her to all this, had trained her to like it.
I was hugely excited listening to her. Thinking about all the possibilities she offered. I had completely forgotten that somewhere else in the town, right at that moment, my wife was being fucked by Alex.
After Hannah and I had fucked again we got ourselves dressed and dropped the room key off in the 'quick check out' box in the hotel reception.
We walked back to my car and I drove her home. We kissed and she said that she definitely wanted to do that again.
When I got home, just after one o'clock, the house was still empty. I changed and went to bed, and following Sophie's advice in her message, dropped off to sleep.
I was awakened around 3am, by a sound in the ensuite. It took me a few moments to come to and realise that it must be Sophie.
I sat up and turned my bedside light on.
Sophie had come back out by then and was standing naked, with her back to me, hurriedly pulling a nightie over her head.
As my eyes followed it falling down her back they suddenly took in her buttocks. They were both bright red.
And just as the nightie covered them I registered one specific patch on the side of her right buttock.
It was the perfect imprint of a hand...
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