Even though I’m married and you’re engaged, we’ve always had an intense connection. To my surprise, one night on Snapchat you sent me some great pics while drunk, and we started to express our desires with each other.

Finally, I asked if you wanted a discreet meet up, on the condition that we stick to non-penetration.

You said we should do it, but only if we knew exactly what we were going to do. You wanted to know every detail of every position in advance, and the thrill of thinking what we would do with each other was almost more than I could stand. We laid out our plan, and then we waited for the perfect day.

A week later you texted to say that your fiancé was working late, and my wife was visiting her mother out of town. I booked a room in a motel, and the plan was set in motion.

I hid a room key and texted you where to find it, and waited in the bar next door to the hotel. About 15 minutes later, you let me know you were in the room. 5 minutes later, you told me you were naked on the bed. Knowing I was so close to your naked body made me instantly swell, and the picture you sent of you in the room I had just been standing in made it much more intense.

You told me to come back to the room.

I walked in and you were laying with your pussy facing towards the door, making eye contact with me as I came in. I started to undress while you fingered yourself, neither of us talking but our eyes remained locked. Knowing exactly what was coming next was invigorating and I was eager to do as you had instructed. I climbed on the bed and knelt in front of you while you pulled your legs back, the front of my thighs touching the back of yours. This was the first time we had ever touched other than office handshakes, and my cock became fully erect. I began stroking while you kept rubbing, the two of us pleasuring ourselves while gazing into each other’s eyes.

You suddenly grabbed me and rolled me onto my back, climbing on top of me, and I could feel your wet pussy against my dick. You positioned your clit against the back of my dick and began to grind against me, humping up and down to rub yourself against me. The wetness of you became a steady gush, and your moaning was intoxicating. Your moaning became louder, and you orgasmed on top of me. The plan was working.

You got off the bed and knelt on the floor, and I sat on the edge of the bed. You began to stroke me, the wetness of your vagina still on my dick, making your hands slide up and down effortlessly. You asked for my cum, and I was more than happy to oblige. I shot my load all over your gorgeous tits, and you gave a little giggle as it ran down your cleavage.

Without saying a word we both cleaned up, got dressed, and left the room, knowing that this would not be the last time we had a perfectly planned orgasm together in secret.

The next meeting would be your plan...