Previous parts: Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here

Part 5

They shower together, caressing each other under the hot water, parting for only seconds before one would reach for the other to press a fresh kiss against steaming skin.

Twice in quick succession was clearly as much as Grant could handle for now, so Fiona focused on tracing the form of his taught body with her fingertips rather than indulging in more playtime with his amazing dick. She let him explore her though, let him wash her tenderly, biting her lip when his fingers lingered between her legs or when his mouth found her breasts.

Naked under the sheets, he holds her close. Only when she feels his breathing slow and his arm go limp across her waist does her mind finally catch up with the rapid escalation of their evening…

How had she let this happen?

What had started out as a quick, flirty fumble – something to add to a growing little group of dirty ‘what if’ fantasies – it had all quickly turned into something very real.

Fiona had felt herself dissolve under his body earlier. Every memory of her husband and their life together disappearing before the tsunami of joy and life-affirming release that followed.

The effect Grant had on her body was amazing… but kind of scary too. The thought of now being more than arm’s length apart from him making her stomach churn.

She knows how bad this is. Fighting a delicious temptation she knows will only make things so much worse if she can’t resist. She can’t stay… It’s time to nip this in the bud before anything else happens.

Her eyes feel heavy though, and she can sense her limbs sagging into the softness of this mattress and Grant’s warm embrace… A few hours’ sleep wouldn’t hurt, right? Fiona was sure that as soon as she’d had a couple of hours to rest, she’d be able to sneak out - escape the sexual gravity of the man snuggled up against her… Just a couple of hours…

*

She wakes with a start, glancing over worriedly at Grant’s dark silhouette. It takes a few moments to recollect her scrambled thoughts – to work out where she is, who’s in bed with her...

Oh my God - Fiona groans internally as the memories of last night come flooding back… along with a dense tenderness between her legs. Nervously, she scans the room to see if she can see a clock or anything with the time on it. She can see from the gap in the curtain it’s still dark out though, she can’t have been out of it for too long…

Grant sighs deeply in his sleep and turns onto his back, sheets pulled away to reveal his bare torso. She lets herself gaze at the body that first coaxed, then demanded a trio of earth-shaking orgasms from her tonight. His chiseled figure still incongruous when compared to the white shock of his hair.

He looks like a young guy made up to play a man in his 50s… Such a welcome surprise to see the packed lean muscle and definition across his chest. She lets her eyes linger over dimpled hip flexors peeking out from above the covers, the deep V under his abs pointing to Fiona’s personal heaven... She bites back a sigh of disappointment that she won’t get one last look at that gorgeous cock – a final mental image for her dirty scrapbook. Unless…

Her pulse spikes while she considers it. One little lift of the thin sheet won’t wake the man. She could have her dirty memento and still escape unseen, surely?

Trying to breathe evenly, she lifts the sheet from where it’s draped across his hips and lays it gently over his knees. Thankfully, the table lamp they left on gives enough light to let her get one last good look…

And what a look.

Even at rest, the thing required some mental calibration. Resting halfway down the man’s thigh, it was still girthy even while soft. If it wasn’t for the slightly puffy discomfort reminding her when she moved about, she’d never have believed herself capable of taking something that fucking thick.

Her mind wanders while she lays propped on her side and lets fingers play between her legs. Until today, the biggest dick she’d had was Andy Matheson in her first year at college. As impressive as dear Andy had been to look at, he really hadn’t known what to do with his blessing, Fiona’s eye-watering experience over all too quickly and with little fanfare.

Grant, though… he knew what he was doing with that thing. Like he’d been made for nothing more than to please willing women with that perfect bitch-breaker cock…

Her fingers stroke her clit while she stares at Grant’s body, replaying memories of his mouth on her pussy, the exquisite stretch when he’d laid her down and entered her. The shuddering intensity of their sex… She needs to go.

This has been amazing, but it isn’t something she can sustain. Christ, even the thought of an awkward pity breakfast to say goodbye feels like enough cringe to last a lifetime…

She’s getting wetter by the second though, trapped in a spiral of memory, fuelled by the sight of her lover naked before her eyes.

She’s enjoying this – looking. Playing the voyeur, watching him sleep… Grant unconscious and unaware of the gentle pleasures she’s coaxing from her body at his expense. Fiona imagines what he might do if he woke, blearily opening his eyes to find her naked and touching herself just inches away. He’d kiss her, surely – reach down to play with her pussy, like he’d done so expertly earlier. Then he’d pull her on top of him…. God, please, Grant… Please wake up…

Her clit’s throbbing under her fingers, slick circling pressure bringing her close. But her lust is making her lose her inhibitions too –  eager temptations now no longer just whispers in her mind.

Why shouldn’t she touch him?

How is that any worse than what they’d already done with each other?

She lays back, still playing in the wet heat between her thighs while she reaches out with her free hand to where Grant’s exposed next to her. Her breath catching when her fingers brush the perfectly groomed short hairs below his belly, finding her way to what she wants.

He stirs gently when she grasps his dick, trying not to rock the mattress too much where her hand’s frantically rubbing over her mound. He starts to swell quickly in her palm, only a hint of pressure enough to arouse him. She listens closely for changes in his breathing, pulse racing when he grunts as her thumb brushes the wide head of his cock, only to quickly settle and breathe deeply once more. Soon, he’s stiff and heavy in her grasp and she strokes him as smoothly as she can – gasping and bucking as she gets closer to orgasm.

Biting her lip, she forces herself to smother a deep moan, pleasure between her thighs cresting sweetly. Fiona quickly turns to her side to clamp her knees together and scream silently into the pillow as she cums, still desperately gripping onto Grant’s pulsing member.

Dragging her face out of the pillow, she looks up the bed, hoping to see his eyes open. Hoping to finally have an excuse for once last mind-blowing fuck with the man…

To her immense frustration, he’s still asleep. What more would it take to wake him?

Or more to the point, what more could she get away with?

She knows it’s wrong, but the pounding need between her legs is master now. The twisted logic of her earlier actions serving to rationalize next steps.

Leaning over her sleeping partner’s hips, she takes a deep breath and brings his straining cock to her lips, kissing the tip before flicking her eyes up the bed to see what reaction there is.

Grant’s face creases momentarily and he parts his lips… but remains comatose. Heart pounding, Fiona opens her mouth wide and sinks down his length, tongue working around the hot, taught flesh between her lips. What man wouldn’t want to wake in ecstasy from this? Maybe this could be her way to say thank you before they part…

Within seconds she has the sleeping man at the head of the bed panting and frowning – but it’s only when she starts to cup and fondle his balls that Grant’s eyes snap open and he jerks upright.

She meets his eyes, her face crammed full with dick - slurping and taking him deep while he tries to comprehend what’s happening. A dark thought takes hold – now he’s up, it would be rude not to share, no?

Briefly lifting her head from his veiny prick, she turns and straddles his chest, presenting her ass and dripping pussy for him before sinking down and taking his cock between her lips once more.

Sighing with pleasure, she hears his lusty murmur behind, feeling strong hands pull her hips closer to his face… When she feels his tongue buried in her slit, Fiona lifts her head in ecstasy and splits the quiet of the night with a cry of lust, whimpering as his lapping massage moves over the thick muscle throbbing between her holes. He eats her ass in the most depraved and intense way, chin grinding into her wet cunt whilst his tongue pushes its way inside her ring, making her shake with longing.

No. This time she isn’t going to be outdone… Won’t fall apart and cum like his little doll. She’ll take what she wants first – what she’s promised herself she would have.

His load in all her eager holes tonight…

Holding the wide head of him inside her warm, wet mouth she jerks him off, tongue washing over the sensitive tip. After a few heartbeats, he has to fall back, intensity to much to let him continue devouring her ass, huffing and squirming while she grips him hard and jerks his thick dick against her tongue...

“I’m close…” His strangled whisper is delicious. “Jesus... It’s coming!”

Mouth full, she groans with satisfaction, feeling him swell and throb in her grip before he explodes... Greedily she sucks him dry, relishing the dirty feeling of his cum coating her throat. After taking a couple of seconds to compose himself, she feels him resume his amazing oral, only now with the addition of fingers filling her pussy and his thumb massaging her clit. It takes only a few moments before he has her holding her breath with elbows locked out, shuddering at the force of what’s building…

She detonates violently, collapsing onto his face and howling when she cums, hips giving out and thighs cramping around his ears. Shuddering with pleasure and bucking softly against his mouth, she can feel him licking her through her climax, drinking her down as she comes apart for him.

Within the thrashing pleasures of this second orgasm comes clarity though, and a terrible conscious awareness.

Right now, body still quivering and convulsing - she knows she can’t go back to a life without him.

Finding this man has been the biggest mistake of her young existence; doomed to know that from this point forward, the one man who can satisfy her every sexual need will be permanently out of reach…

Maybe that’s what she deserves. Finding her own personal heaven, only to be locked out for what she’s done. Tortured; longing for this man everyday she can’t have him.

***

Dressed hastily and blinking back tears, Fiona trots out of his suite while he’s in the shower. Trying not to turn back, trying not to consider what any of this means.

She’ll catch the early flight home – miss the networking event this afternoon.

This has turned into something so much bigger than she wanted it to be, feeling intensely guilty for ever wanting a shady hookup here in the first place.

What’s next for her? For her marriage?

Fiona wished she had the answers.

That brings us to the end of this series folks - thought I might do a 'Big D in Austin' reboot if there's interest? Let me know if that's something you'd like :)

Hope you enjoyed this one, thank you so much for reading!

-Antonio x