Chapter 4

Laura sat up with a start, waking me as well. It took her a moment to comprehend she was in my hotel room and she wasn't in bed with her husband.

"Oh no, I was supposed to go home last night."

"You were a little tuckered out and I told Phillip that you'd fallen asleep and I was sending you home this morning after fucking you again. He said it was fine."

"He listened to us the whole time we had sex? My God, what a whore he must think I am."

"I didn't pay you for sex, so whore is incorrect," I laughed. "I think the proper term you're looking for is slut."

"You think this is funny?"

"I do, yes. Although more funny in the sense of funny business instead of ha-ha. I bid him a pleasant good night, and he responded in kind. He didn't raise a stink when I said you were sleeping over and I'd fuck you again this morning."

"What did he say, exactly?"

"He said, yes."

"Yes to what?"

"Yes, that it was okay for you to spend the night and get fucked again this morning. Then I bid him good night, and sleep tight, and he wished me good night as well."

"He said nothing else?"

"Well, I asked him if he was still there when we were finished and he said 'yes' to that as well. It was a brief conversation. Perhaps he was tired as well. We didn't finish until midnight. I put your phone on my charger."

Since I was up anyway and had a naked goddess in my bed, my prick was once again begging to enter something. I pulled her against me and tried kissing her.

Laura turned her head away. "I can't kiss you. We fucked. Isn't that enough?"

"Then fuck me again. Phillip said it was okay."

"I can't. I need to go home and fix him breakfast before he goes to work and beg his forgiveness for the way I behaved."

"He works on Saturday?"

"Every other one. Today is his turn."

"What time does he go to work?"

"He leaves for work at eight."

"And what time is it now?"

She looked at her watch. "Fuck, it's after nine."

"So you really have nothing to do at home, but sit around waiting for Phillip to get home, filled with recriminations for the way you enjoyed our fucking last night. He already thinks you were going to fuck me again this morning, and if you don't, and he asks about it, and you deny fucking me after the way you were begging me to fuck you last night, he won't believe you. He'll think you're lying to him and trying to hide something worse, that you don't want him anymore. I say, fuck me, and tell him what happened this morning so he doesn't think you're hiding anything from him."

"That's a very convoluted and devious argument for getting me to fuck you again."

"True, but it makes a certain amount of sense, doesn't it. Is he going to believe you just slept late, or is he more likely to believe you were fucking me again this morning? He knows how much you enjoyed it last night."

"He's going to hate me. Did he sound as if he hated me last night after that depraved display I made last night?"

"He didn't sound like anything last night. Not enough for me to go by, anyway. Two yeses and a good night is not much to work with, for a person I've never spoken to before. Maybe tired. He was very soft spoken, almost whispering."

So Laura ended up fucking me again. I started with the oral sex once more to get her warmed up for the main event. She tried to be a little more sedate this time around, which made no sense because Phillip wasn't listening now, and she wasn't particularly successful anyway. After I'd been fucking her for another half hour, she pretty much opened right up again.

She started crying when I grunted and really laid the wood to her as I was cumming, realizing she'd done it again; totally letting loose as I fucked her senseless. I convinced her to shower and put make up on so she didn't return home looking like she'd just fucked another man.

Laura glared at me when I said it, but she did it. I left her alone. After all, I only told Phillip I was going to fuck her once more this morning, not make a day of it.

"Look, Laura. I don't know what's going to happen when you get home, but Phillip told you to do this. For several years of your marriage and again last night, even after knowing what I was going to fuck you with. Feel guilty if you must, but he bears equal responsibility for what happened. It's not all on you. So you enjoyed it more than you thought you would, giving it up for husband and children, but that's the risk he took when he sent you out to get laid.

"If this is it for us, I want you to know how beautiful you are and how much I enjoyed it. If you decide to go through with it, having a kid; I would love to father that child. I put my name and phone number in your phone so you can contact me if you want to be bred. I'd like to know how your husband took it, no matter what you decide about the kid."

"Shit, I never even asked your name. I fucked a total stranger!"

"And did it well," I laughed. "My name is Bryce, but my friends call me Brick. That's the name I stuck in your phone. Think Brick Layer and getting laid. Just on the off chance you decide to proceed, I'm going to get that medical exam done. I'll be able to present you with a clean bill of health. Call me and let me know what your husband did and said when you see him. Don't lie to him. Tell him you're going to call me to tell me how he reacted."

I think Laura was embarrassed to be leaving in the same clothes she wore last night. Seemed like she slunk out of there like she didn't want to see anyone. I set a reminder on my phone to make an appointment with my doctor on Monday. I then spent the next several hours learning everything I could about willing cuckolds, from fact to fiction and online forums. That was some pretty strange shit. It definitely gave me some ideas though. It might depend upon Phillip's reaction when Laura told him. I wondered if I'd hear from her again.