I've always been a man who knew what he wanted, and I wasn't afraid to go after it. I have been married for ten years, but the spark has long since faded.

Carlee is a fiery redhead with a body that could make any man's head spin. She was married as well, but like me, she found herself drawn to the excitement of something new. We had exchanged numbers and flirted for weeks before I ever decided to make a move. I was pretty sure she was on board but I didn't want to scare her off.

I arrived at the hotel first. When Carlee arrived, she looked even more stunning than I remembered.

I told her she looked amazing as she walked in... I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.

She started to say "you're not so bad yourself" I think, but before she could get it out I grabbed her gently by the throat and pulled her to me.

I gave her a forceful kiss... to set the tone... NOT romantic... but wanted her to know she was mine and she wasn't going anywhere until I was done with her. I pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, my cock already hard and throbbing.

"You want it, don't you?" ... I wanted to here her say it.

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, please," she begged.

I didn't waste any time. I pushed inside her, filling her up in one swift motion. Carlee cried out, her back arching off the bed. I was somewhat surprised she took it so well, but she was already dripping... must have been thinking a lot on the ride over.

"Your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?" I said, I tried to punctuate my words with each thrust.

"No, he doesn't," she gasped.

I admit my ego was slightly boosted by her admission. I continued to fuck her, my thrusts becoming rougher and more demanding. I reached down and grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

"You like that, don't you?"

Carlee nodded, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes, I do,"

I pulled out and flipped her over, pushing her face down into the pillows. I entered her from behind, consciously made my thrusts hard and deep. I reached around and began to play with her clit.

Carlee cried out, her orgasm building quickly. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her pussy tightening as she came.

"Fuck, you're tight," I said...

Carlee looked back at me, "You're bigger than my husband," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Again my ego boosted I reached down and grabbed Carlee's wedding ring, pulling it off her finger. I held it up, and she locked eyes with me as if we both just had the same devious thought.

"I'm going to cum all over your ring,"

She nodded, which instantly sent me over the edge her being willing to give let me desecrate the precious symbol her husband had given her... I pulled out and came, my ropes landing on the ring in thick streams.

It was fucking AMAZING.

I slipped the ring back onto her finger and told her not to clean it off until she got home.

She just smiled.

We laid together for a few before she finally got up, cleaned off and left. I know I should feel guilty, but I can't bring myself to care. I had what I wanted, and I'm not going to let anything get in the way of that.