Inferno

INFERNO

This is a complete work of fiction. Prior activities in prior chapters will affect future actions. All characters and dialogue are completely fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

No sexual activity of any kind involves characters younger than 18 years old.

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Chapter 10 Adultery, Annie & Tom

1:00pm 5 hours to go.

I worked back the time from 6pm allowing a full hour of driving time at Rush Hour in Central Jersey. I'll have to be out the door at 5pm. Dressing will take no time because other than my new cocktail dress and new green strapless open-toe heels, I'm going fully commando beneath. Tom will soon discover that there's no subtly in me tonight. I'm there to be fucked.

I don't expect that my new dress will be covering my feminine assets for any more than 5 minutes if that.

My new hairstyle lends itself easily to being blow dried and brushed behind my right ear. I noticed though that I might have to have the shocking white streak touched up soon. I expect that my make-up will be smeared by my sweat and may be covered in cum at some point so I'm not putting a lot of effort into looking drop dead gorgeous like I did at Firenze. Eyes are important though so I'll spend a good amount of time making them sexy and mysterious (I hope); the sparkles covering my early crow's feet were a nice touch so I asked the make-up specialist how I could do that myself.

If I'm in the shower by 3:30 I'll have plenty of time to get ready; today I'm going to pay special attention in shaving my lips and mons so that I don't cut myself to shreds. I wonder if Tom will have a 5 o'clock shadow which will be rough against my baby-smooth sex tonight. The thought makes me ooze inside, don't be gentle, Tom. That feeling makes me think again about how wet I'll be when I arrive at the hotel. Thought to self: bring a towel to sit on while driving, why leave a wet spot on your beautiful new dress, even if it's just going to be lying on the floor for 6 or 8 hours. I loved the dress I chose.

It was almost spring, so I chose a flowered pattern with a kaleidoscope of colors in reds, oranges, yellows, greens and blues. My shoulders and upper arms would be bare, with the top covering my bosom discreetly. The topline extended straight across to the half-sleeves on each arm. Below my breasts the body of the dress hugged my abdomen to just above my hips where it flared out falling in flowery waves to flow loosely down over my hips and legs. The back extended down to cover my heels while the front rose to just below the knee. The whole effect was loose and feminine, wearing it was easy and made me feel pretty. My hips made the waves flow around me when I walked. I wouldn't mind if we had drinks beforehand just so I could walk around in my new dress in public.

Just in case, I'll bring a lacy white wrap for my shoulders.

I was shivering inside and out. My sex was sodden in expectation. 2:30; I laid my dress and shoes on our bed. I thought of Jerry lying here later tonight as I was being ravished hour after hour.

He'd be off to work Friday morning when I came home full of Tom's cum.PantiesI thought!! Yes, when I get dressed to come home in the morning, I'll put on panties to capture the flood of cum that'll be leaking from my well-fucked hole. That'll be Jerry's gift Friday night. Sexy green low rider panties with a full gusset went into my purse. I'll keep them on all day tomorrow.

Time to do my nails, fingers and toes in peach I think, that will go with the multitude of spring colors of my dress.

4:45 ... I'm ready. I look in the mirror and see Annie the pretty wife and mom staring back at me. I'd get looks, I think. Annie the evil whore is lurking just below the surface. Her tits ache to be mauled and sucked; her sex is dripping in anticipation of being violated and even her hidden dark rosebud is tingling. I apply peach colored lipstick to match my nails and I'm ready.

Time to go....

Tom sends me a text:I'll meet you in the bar off the lobby. The hotel discourages escorts, professional or otherwise, from roaming the elevators and hallways. I'll lead you to our room.*Devil emoji*

I'm going to slap his face. I text back:You are in so much trouble.My pelvic muscles contract and moisture oozes from me onto my thighs. I'm going to be a mess, I think.

There's a chill in the night air as the sun has just set when I step out of the van in the parking lot. My two harlots immediately perk up as the cool air envelops them beneath the flimsy fabric.

ARE WE GOING TO HAVE FUN TONIGHT, WHORE?Yes darlings, you are going to have all the thrills you can handle for hours. Consider this to be my gift to you for all the enjoyment you've brought me.WHO'S GOING TO DO US? IT'S BEEN SOO LONG; WE'RE TIRED OF YOUR TOUCH. BORING!!!!! NO OFFENSE.No darlings, this will be a brand-new set of hands and brand-new lips and tongue. Do you remember that tall, muscular drink of cool water from the other night when I let him look at you. HIM? THE ONE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL SMILING EYES?Yes, dears, he will have you all to himself. OMG, WE ARE SOOOOO HARD, BITE US, RIGHT NOW, PLEASE. I crushed and twisted my left nipple in the middle of the parking lot on the way into the lobby. I amsoon edge right now.

I removed my outer coat and carried my wrap in my left hand. I had plans for my right hand. I stood in the entrance to the bar and scanned the mostly male clientele. Oooooo, so many to choose from. On the way through the parking lot and then the lobby, I felt the swollen lips between my thighs squish damply against one another. They felt like they were actually drooling. It was 5:55 and I was seconds away from committing adultery. Tom stood up from where he was sitting.

Watch this, Tom. I held my head up and strode directly to him, stopped and slapped him right across the face with my right hand.

"Escort???"

My eyes flashed evilly. He turned a bit to deflect the blow, and the bar went silent. Perfect.

Then he grabbed me around the waist with his right arm, held my back and head in his other massive arm, bent me over backwards and kissed me, crushing my lips and stabbing me with his tongue. He held me like that until the end of time, or so it seemed. I gasped and my breath left me.

His tongue fought with mine, but I was too breathless and boneless to resist his assault. I was bent backwards being held weightless by his two strong arms as his lips and tongue made love to mine, violently then gently then demandingly sucking my tongue into his mouth. I feigned fainting, my arms fell limp toward the floor, my coat sliding away and my head fell back, limp. When Tom grabbed and kissed me, my hips opened to the room and my thighs spread apart beneath my dress. I was absolutely gushing between my legs.

From silence to FUCKING CHEERING, the bar erupted. Tom had won that contest they thought. I snapped to, stood up on my tiptoes and grabbed his face and kissed him violently and passionately with my lips and tongue across his cheek down his jawline and sucked his neck flesh into my teeth.Explain that at work tomorrow, Tom.

I stepped away from my assault and grinned, "Easy you thought I was." My eyes sparkled and dared him.

EVEN MORE CHEERS rose for me, I heard a female voice somewhere say, "You go girl, get'im!"

I batted my eyelashes at Tom, smiled seductively and said for anyone who wanted to hear, "Didn't I tell you that I was bringing a woman's body to this event."

With smiling anger, I said again, "ESCORT????" and started to swing my right hand up again to slap but he caught my arm in one massive hand.

"Round TWO?" his eyes twinkled and smiled and I started giggling.

OK, YOU TWO ENOUGH PLAYING. MAKE HIM START SUCKING, WHORE.

Every part of me was tingling in excitement; that had been so sexy and so much fun.

"Good evening, Tom."

"Annie, that wasthebest entrance ever. The Academy has already voted, and you've won in a landslide." He bent down, cupped my head in his hands and gave me a beautifully sweet kiss with his tongue just slipping between my lips.

"Get a hotel room, you two," someone said. I reached out with one free hand and gave a thumbs up!!

"I believe your drink of choice is a martini, dry with an olive." Tom ordered one for me and we sat finally. He looked at me, "It's a lovely dress, Annie, it's striking in the midst of all this drab corporate uniformity. Again, just as you did the two previous times we've met, you stand out leaving everyone else in the shadows."

I smiled and blushed, "Thank you, Tom." I put my hand on his thigh possessively, and smiled at him, "Do you know what's best about this dress?" he looked at me hopefully. "There nothing at all underneath it except my naked body." I pulled the bodice away from my chest to show him. "Think about that," I whispered in his ear. "This flimsy fabric is all that's keeping everyone in the bar from seeing all that you'll have tonight."

By putting my hand on his thigh, I gave him the implicit approval to touch me. A kiss is one thing, and it's wonderful, but touching someone else more intimately in most cases is assault. I wanted him to know that he was free to assault me.

He put his hand on my knee and pulled my dress up so that he was touching bare skin just above the knee. Only a short distance to Paradise, I thought, Go for it, Tom. I offered myself to him by spreading my knees farther apart. My dress fell between the gap in my thighs, I was perfectly decent.

Time to play, "Tom, if you move even an inch higher your fingers will be wet with my juices. They've been leaking out of me all daylong."

A twinkle, he looked around the room, "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine."

"We'll always have Paris," I smiled back.

"Rick said that to Ilsa," Tom said.

"I know," I returned, "I was acknowledging your choice ofCasablancaas an opening volley."

I moved my hand up his thigh and rubbed a very nice hard bulge beneath the table. I said in a husky needy voice, "My drink is finished, you wouldn't happen to have a hotel room nearby, would you? There's something I'm dying to show you."

He paid and we left the table. I made a point of allowing my hips to sway to allow the dress to flow around me as Tom wrapped his arm around my waist possessively. I was his. We were watched as we left, some desiring him, most desiring me.

Girls, it's show time!!!

As we walked to the elevators I felt his young strength. He was lean and wiry; his hands were larger than most men's hands and he seemed to tower over me even in my 3" heels. I wanted to inspect his naked body. As we waited for the elevator his hand took liberties by moving from my waist to my right ass cheek. He seemed to verify that nothing was under the dress. He openly cupped my cheek and squeezed it. If he had raised the back of my dress and exposed my naked ass and legs to the lobby, I would have allowed it.

We got into the elevator, he pressed our floor, and four others followed us in. Tom stood against the back wall, pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around my breasts, cupping them easily. I thought, this is such a lovely warm thing that men do to women. I sensed his confidence by how easily he took possession of my body. I melted back against him. Two guys looked at us, I gave them a dreamy smile, pressed back against Tom's chest and rubbed my ass cheeks against the bulge that he had so nicely wedged between them. The others noticed the movement of my hips. I looked at them and made sure they saw me twerk against his cock. My smile said, yes, he's going to fuck me soon. I wanted them to see my wanton need.

I felt so womanly to be enveloped by his strength and desire. Tom was openly cupping my left breast to her screaming delight. His forefinger and thumb had trapped the nipple making my belly flutter. He has so much work ahead of him tonight, I thought, he just doesn't know.

As we finished the ride up to the floor, what I realized suddenly that what was missing in my life was playful sexiness. In our 20s free sex every single day was so much fun. We could laugh and tease and explore and play with each other without a care in the world. Now everything was so damn serious. The silly playfulness was gone. It was fun acting 20 again, I was going to enjoy myself.

All the way down the hallway I rubbed against him the way a kitten rubs against its owner. A touch of a card and we stepped inside. I was here, guilt rose up and my demon harlot stepped on it coldly. I hung my coat and wrap and looked around. A large king-size bed dominated the larger than normal hotel room. Bathroom on the left, desk, dresser with large TV and a very comfortable-looking easy chair. It was more than nice enough for a night of sexual wrestling.

"Nice choice it is," I said.

He reached into his jacket pocket, "STI Certificate it is," and handed it to me.

I reached into my purse and handed mine to him. I said, "This is very special for me, Tom Donovan, I didn't have to get this from my doctor because Iknewthat I was free of any STI's." I moved closer to his chest and rubbed my breasts against him. "I knew this because I've never had sex with any person, other than my husband - ever - in my entire life. It's been over 20 years. That's why I slapped you for the 'escort' text."

"But you play the part so well, Annie." he said smiling. "20 years? I had you a just a little older than I am, maybe 30."

"Nice compliment it is," I said. I reached my hands up to his face, looked into his beautiful blue eyes and brought him down to my lips. He kissed aggressively, needing entry, pressing hard against my lips with a tongue that wanted to possess my mouth. He demanded control of me. I'm ready for you, Tom. I allowed my mouth to be plundered as his hands caressed my bare shoulders, sliding down my spine underneath my dress. His hands on my naked flesh were electric. I felt warmth and swelling in my pussy lips as I pressed my belly against his hidden erection. His hands reached behind me, cupped both of my cheeks and forced me against his bulge that seemed to be crying for release.

His body was what I remembered what a 28-year-old's body felt like, hard, solid and demanding. He needed to be inside me. His body was wired to create massive amounts of sperm to fertilize the most available female. That would be me. His physical need to copulate was intimidating; he was not going to be denied. I could sense my femaleness wanting to submit, to be overwhelmed, possessed and to have him fill the emptiness within me. I wanted his seed splashed around the walls inside me searching to impregnate me.

I stepped back gasping for air, dizzy with excitement and lust, "Do you want me to stay in this dress all night?" I asked innocently.

I've always thought that the act of a woman's clothing falling to the floor exposing her nakedness was the most erotic way of undressing. The woman's submissive acceptance of the violation to come was signaled by allowing her clothing to fall away and no longer cover her. To me it felt like the woman offering herself.

I pulled my arms from the half sleeves and pushed the bodice off my breasts exposing them to Tom again. I stood still as he looked at me half naked. My hands were at my sides as they were last week when I let my blouse fall open. I liked being naked in front of him. My nipples hardened immediately under his gaze.

I pressed down on the elastic midriff around my waist and slid it over my hips. The whole dress fell into a puddle of flowers covering my heels. I raised my head and stood still as Tom devoured my nakedness with his eyes. I was offering my body to him. I watched as his eyes traveled from my shaved pussy lips to my belly to my breasts, my face and hair, back to my crotch and over my naked legs.

"You're gorgeous, Annie." with a grin filled with lust. He stepped towards me to take me.

I wanted erotic, "Tom, come here." I knelt and reached up to unbuckle his trousers and unzip him. I stroked the bulge beneath lovingly and looked up at him. "I'm yours tonight but it's not free, you're going to have to work for it, Tom."

I let the trousers fall and reached immediately for his cock inside his shorts. I was going to make such good use of 'little tom' tonight, I wanted to see it, touch it, feel it, taste it and rub it all over myself. He twitched inside his shorts and I smiled,alive it is. I pulled down his shorts and stared at the beautiful raging hardon that was released. He was thick. It's the first thing I noticed. I have one comparison in my entire life but I knew thatthiswas thick - and wide. Circumcised with large veins and a bulging dark cap, I wanted to study this piece of man flesh in detail.

I bent forward and kissed the tip of the cap and wrapped my left hand around it. The wanton whore inside me suddenly rose up and took charge as I stared at my wedding rings wrapped around this strange man's cock. I looked for an instant longer, then put the head of his cock into my mouth with my left hand. My marriage vows are officially violated.

Twenty years of experience in servicing Jerry's male member has taught me that kneeling is erotic and submissive but it's no good for actual sucking. It's great for licking but the base of the male cock wants to push upward, especially so with tall men. I found that when I knelt in front of Jerry, I had to pull down on the erection to get it into my mouth. Awkward and unsexy. For Tom, I got up to a squat with my legs wide open to raise myself up to the level of his belly and tried to get that massive head into my mouth. I forced my mouth as wide open as I possibly could and found that I could only get about half of his cock in my lips. His erection was fighting me; it didn't want to be pulled down.

Plan B, if I'm going to kneel, then I'll use my filthy mouth to talk dirty while I lick him all over.

"Tom, I'm not used to your girth," as I rubbed my spit all over the tip. "I'm going to have to practice more at a better angle. But I think your balls need licking while I'm down here." I sucked each hard oval into my mouth and washed it with my tongue. My tongue snaked out to tickle behind his balls on his taint, he squirmed. I gently ran one finger back on the line behind his balls to his asshole and stopped.

"Tom," I asked while licking up his shaft, "have you ever had your prostate massaged?"

I could feel his tenseness as I pressed gently on his dark pucker, I licked all around the sensitive cap at the same time.

"I'll take your silence as a, NO, then? You're still a virgin. You should never have agreed to allow me access to your body. You don't know what I'm capable of."

I spit on his cock and begin stroking him faster and faster while caressing his balls.

"That feels soo good, Annie, but can we slow down a little?"

"Tom, you said that you took some assistance for this evening, amiright?"

"I have every intention of wearing this beautiful little boy out tonight and then work on your lips and tongue." I stroked faster.

"Do you remember, you asked me how my miniaturization process worked? How I intended to get you under my skirts to kiss the damaged pussy lip?" I stroked his cock all the way up and down.

"What are you feeling now, Tom? What's foremost in your mind?" I gave his cock several long hard strokes up and down. "What are you thinking about, Tom."

"I'm thinking about coming all over your face, Annie."

"That's what I thought," I said, stroking all the way up and down, back to the top and around the head. "Everything is focused on your cock and how soon it's going to explode and shoot ribbons of white sperm all over my face."