Across The Sea

"Have you ever cheated on your wife before?"

They were sat in the hotel's dining room and Staci was wolfing down steak and chips and knocking back a good burgundy.

The restaurant was an old fashioned, fusty sort of place with a mostly older clientele. Carl recognised an elderly couple he'd sold a house to the year before. They greeted him disapprovingly when they saw who he was with.

Staci had got changed into a very slutty red satin dress that looked more like a nightie than evening wear, all tits and arse. Carl thought she looked stunning and didn't care what anyone else thought, he didn't even care if word got back to his wife.

He sat back and considered her question.

"I don't care," she said, slurping back the wine, "I just wondered. You don't have to tell me."

"It's not that. It's complicated."

"Is it? Have you fucked any other women or not?"

"Well, if you put it like that, yes, yes I have."

She laughed, "Then what's complicated?"

"Well it was a, well a... " he lowered his voice, "kind of a swinging thing."

Staci giggled.

"Swinging? You kinky motherfucker."

He shrugged, "It wasn't my idea."

"Really? Her? If you fucked her half as good as you fucked me, I can't believe she'd ever want to go anywhere else"

A couple from a nearby table looked over in alarm when Staci said this.

"It wasn't about that. There was history."

"What like?"

"You really want to know?"

"Sure, we've got all night."

"Ok, well we were pretty young when we got together, like twenty two."

"Twenty two isn't that young?"

Carl looked at her, suddenly wondering how young she actually was. She must have noticed the way he was looking though because she said, "Relax, old man. I'm nineteen, perfectly legal."

"Ok," he laughed nervously, thinking that while nineteen was legal it was still pretty inappropriate. Too late to worry about that though now.

"But anyway, young or not. She was a virgin when we met and I was a.."

"Playa" she said in a gangsta sing song, complete with hand gestures.

"Something like that," he laughed.

"How many Carl, my boy? What's your body count?"

He looked sheepish.

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Honestly, I don't even know, like fifty maybe. Maybe more."

"That's pretty impressive," she seemed genuinely proud of him. "Especially versus zero."

"Well yeah, and it was all at university. Before we met, so she didn't know about it."

"No idea at all?"

"She knew I'd messed about a bit. But we never got into details, I think she thought it was like five or six girls."

"Not fifty or sixty?"

"Exactly. We'd already been together ten years, married five when she found out and she.. well she freaked."

"I bet she did. So, swinging? Even the score."

"Yup. Pretty much."

"What was it like? I've never met anyone into swinging before."

"Honestly? Depressing. So, we get there the first time and she goes off with this old bald guy straight away and I can hear them at it. And this woman in a black basque comes onto me and she's kinda hot in a sad housewife way. I'm not really into it but I'm there so what the hell, but then this guy turns up, turns out he's her husband and starts having a wank."

Staci giggled again.

"Thats hilarious."

Carl laughed too, seeing the funny side of it for the first time.

"So what did you do?"

"That was me done. I got a glass of wine and went and sat in the garden."

"With your wife fucking randos inside?"

"Yup."

"Man, that's tragic."

"Yup," he laughed again sadly.

"You said you fucked someone else though?"

"Yes, I did. So it turns out Sarah loved it and she wants to go back every week. Making up for lost time I guess. And I just go along with it and sit in the garden with a glass of wine and a cigarette. And that's where I meet Melissa."

"Ooh, now, we're getting somewhere. Was she hot?"

"She was... nice. Curvy, maybe a bit plump but in a good way.

She wasn't into it either. Her husband had pushed her into it but she hadn't liked it at all. So, she was just hiding in the garden like me."

"Kindred spirits."

"Something like that."

"Then you got it on?"

"Not for a long time, after. We just used to sit outside and talk."

"That's sweet, I guess. Still, I don't think that's really cheating. I mean you're at a swinger's night. Your missus is indoor banging randos. Surely you're meant to have some fun."

"Well, we never had sex at the parties. We met elsewhere."

Carl remembered that first night in a Travelodge, Melissa's soft flesh smelling of soap as he kissed her, her floral lingerie, cute rather than sexy, the way she gently stroked his hair as he took her large breasts in his mouth, the soft wet comfort as he moved inside her.

"And that makes a difference?"

"Apparently."

Staci just laughed, "People can be so ridiculous."

For the first time since he'd met her, he felt irritated by her attitude. He didn't want to talk about Melissa anymore.

"So, how about you? You slept with lots of married men?"

"Slept with? No. Fucked? Yes."

"How many?"

"Three. Including you."

"I see."

"You got a problem with that?"

"No. Not at all. Just curious."

"Do you want to hear about them?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"The first was this guy I met in the pub. He was down on business. Some big meeting the next day. He was rich, well dressed, older. A bit like you. God knows how he ended up in our shit hole pub, but he did. I'd just turned eighteen. Just horny as hell. You know what it's like at that age? You just want to fuck all the time.

He ordered a drink and I could see him looking down my top but I didn't care. I liked it. I flirted with him all night, let him buy me drinks. At the end of the night he slipped me his hotel key card. No one had ever done that before. It was exciting. I couldn't wait for my shift to end.

I was shaking with nerves as I walked to his hotel. I couldn't quite believe I was doing it. But I did.

He looked like he couldn't believe his luck when he opened the door and saw me standing there."

"I bet. Was it good?"

"The sex? You bet. I'd only been with boys before. This was something else. He knew what he was doing, what he wanted. I liked that. He bent me over the bathroom sink and fucked me hard from behind. Looking in my eyes in the mirror. I'll never forget the look on his face as he came inside me."

"How do you know he was married?"

"His ring."

"He didn't take it off."

"No. Cocky bastard."

Staci laughed and looked down at the gold ring sat fat on Carl's finger.

"How did you feel? Knowing he was married?"

"Honestly. It turned me on so much. Knowing he had a wife at home and he was out banging me instead. It made me feel so hot. And wet. It was such a fucking rush."

She laughed and tossed back her hair, thrusting her perky tits out in their satin dress.

"Does that make me a terrible person, Carl?"

"Probably. I'm not sure I care, though," not taking his eyes off her as he sipped his red wine.

"Good," she purred back and stared hard at him.

"So. Who was number two."

"Ricky. He's an electrician. He's a regular at the pub. I let him do me in the back of his van. His wife, Tina, she was a couple of years above me in school. She was a right bitch. I still see her around sometimes."

"What's he like? Ricky?"

"Him? He's decent looking I guess, not proper peng. But he fucks me hard you know, which is good, but it's always pretty quick."

Just then a very embarrassed waiter approached them.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're, ummm, you're conversation isn't quite appropriate. Some of the other guests..."

"Which guests?" Staci's eyes flared up in a rage as she looked around the room.

"Was it them?" She pointed with her voice raised at the disapproving couple nearby, "those miserable cunts?"

The couple looked shocked and slightly scared.

Carl stood up and gently but firmly pushed Staci's arm down.

"Of course," he said emolliently to the waiter. "I assume the meal is on the house, given the circumstances?"

"Well, I..."

"Good man. And we'll take the rest of this bottle."

Holding the wine bottle with one hand, he put the other on Staci's waist. She had stood up too and was aggressively eyeballing the couple now cowering away from her.

"Come on you," he said, as he firmly marshalled her out of the restaurant and back to their room.

A hot, uncomfortable feeling had risen inside him as he listened to her talk about her exploits with other men. It had made him feel madly jealous but also very, very turned on. He both did and didn't want to hear more.

All he knew now was that he had to have her as soon as possible.

When they were in their room, she turned her wild eyes on him, still raging.

"Can you believe those cunts? Getting us kicked out like that."

"I don't care about them. I just care about you. And what a total slut you are."

Her eyes changed instantly, still wild but a note of excitement had kindled in them. She came up to him and put her hands on his chest and looked up in his eyes.

"Yes, Carl. I am a slut." She emphasised every letter of the word 'slut'. "A nasty, dirty little slut with a hot little cunt that loves to fuck. And tonight Carl," she leaned in and licked his neck, "I'm your slut."

Something took over him. He felt possessed. He grabbed her by her waist and pushed her roughly backwards. She gave a little yelp of surprise and delight. He pushed her into the bathroom and turned her around to face the sink, roughly pushing her forward.

"Oh yes, Carl, Just like that. You're such a man. I love it. "

Her tiny skirt had ridden up again to show off her smooth round arsecheeks. He yanked her little panties down to expose her fully to him. She was already so wet for him. The sight of it just inflamed him even further.

He was ragingly hard. He pushed his trousers down and sank it into her. She felt even hotter and tighter than she had the first time.

"Oh, you're so fucking big," she moaned.

"Shut up you dirty slut," he barked at her, driving hard into her and slapping her arse hard, claiming her as his, if only for the night.

"Oh yes, baby," she moaned back, "Anything you want, just give it to me."

He looked in the mirror and saw her dark shining eyes staring back at him, her face transfigured by pleasure as she moaned uncontrollably.

He fucked her hard, relentlessly, mercilessly getting as deep and as rough as he could. He had one hand on her arse and he pulled her hair back with the other. He'd never fucked a woman like this before.

They kept eye contact the whole time and he could see how much she was loving it. Part of him was turned on by that but a darker, nastier part of him was enraged, like he wanted to punish her. Both parts combined to drive him on to fuck her harder still.

She was moaning like a whore now and he could tell that she was about to come. Let her. He wasn't done yet.

She called out in ecstacy as she came hard on his big dick but he just kept fucking her. Maybe it was because he'd come twice that day already, maybe it was something else but he found a stamina he'd never known before.

Her orgasm subsided but then it started to rise again until he could feel her coming again and again.

"Oh Carl," she whimpered.

Eventually he could feel the heat inside his cock reach boiling point and he knew he was almost there. Staci must have sensed it too because she looked up at him in the mirror and said softly, almost mouthing it,

"Are you gonna come baby?"

He nodded. His fury was past and now he was lost in a world of fuck, where nothing mattered apart from Staci and her amazing hot wetness.

"Come on my face."

"What?"

"Come on my face. Mark me as yours."

He didn't even think. He just nodded. He pulled out of her and she dropped to her knees. She put her hand out to his cock to finish him off but almost as soon as she touched him, his cock erupted, pumping his hot cum all over her face and her hair.

After two great jets of cum had splashed all over her, she angled his cock down to cum on her tits as well, having just pushed her dress down to reveal them to him.

Two more giant spurts of his cum surged out of him and over onto her tits. She was dripping in his cream. She opened her mouth to suck the last drops off his cock.

He slumped back against the wall looking down at her sitting on the bathroom floor looking up at him. She was running a finger over herself, to scoop up his cum and then lick it off. She looked happy. The cat who got the cream.

"Is this what you're into? Having guys come on you?"

"No Carl," she practically purred back, all her hardness and bitchiness was gone, "Just you."

"Just me?"

"Yes, Carl. I thought you needed it. Although I had no idea how hot it would be."

He suddenly crouched down in front of her and took her in his arms and kissed her.

"Careful of your suit," she said.

"I don't care," he said.

She pulled back and looked in his eyes, stroking his hair as she did.

"Thank you, Carl." She spoke sincerely. "For everything. The food, the room, for making me come harder than in my whole life, but mostly for you. For being such a swearheart."

He kissed her again, suddenly feeling like his heart was breaking.

To be continued...