Chapter 3

Quasi convinced I wasn't going to violate my relatively negligible ethical standards, I finished my drink and stood up, taking her hand.

"Where are we going?"

"The hotel next door. I haven't gotten an apartment or house since leaving my ex."

We walked next door and took the elevator up to the fifth floor where I had an Executive Suite. As I opened the door with the electronic key, she hesitated for a moment before crossing the threshold.

"This is happening, isn't it?"

"You can still change your mind."

She took a deep breath and stepped into my room. I wasn't a slob, but the place looked lived in. I'd been here for around three weeks, since the day after I told my ex I slept with her best friend. Laura set her purse down on the chair and stared at the bed like she was afraid it was going to jump up and bite her.

"Can I offer you a drink? It won't be a cosmo, but I've got 7-Up, Ginger Ale or soda to go with rum, bourbon or whiskey, or I can order a bottle of wine or champagne from room service."

"Champagne seems like a celebration and I'm not sure I should be celebrating fucking another man. Rum and soda would be okay."

"I'll go down to the ice machine and get some ice. Why don't you get comfortable?"

"A euphemism for get naked?"

"Suit yourself. I'm not ordering, I'm suggesting."

I grabbed the ice bucket and walked down to the ice machine. When I returned, Laura had taken off her dress and slip. She was down to matching red brassiere and panties, both transparent enough to see through, and garter belt with black trim and black nylon stockings. I halted at the door in breathless wonder. I swear I was looking at the most angelic creature on God's green earth. Whoever the hell Phillip was and whatever his problems, he knew how to pick them.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in person," I said, handing her the rum and soda.

She blushed, knowing she was showing me more than most men were ever allowed to see.

"Thank you." She drank half of it immediately, seeking courage, perhaps.

"New lingerie purchased for tonight?"

"Yes, Phillip bought them and dressed me to go out."

"He must really want you to get laid."

She blushed again, a nice complement to the red gift wrapping. "Do you want me to take the rest off?"

"I'd prefer doing it myself," I replied.

I started taking off my clothes, a polo shirt snug enough to show off my build, pants, and then I dropped my drawers. I heard a quick exhalation from the direction of the bed where Laura was still standing.

"Oh - my - God!" Half whispered.

I wasn't hard yet, but I was getting there. Had been since walking through the door and seeing Laura's half naked form. Six inches long and not quite horizontal. And thick, I mentioned thick already.

I moved close to Laura and she couldn't take her eyes off my schlong, never having seen anything like it before.

"Can I touch it?" She whispered.

"If we're going to fuck, you're going to have to touch it with something," I replied, "hopefully, your pussy."

She grabbed hold. It started to grow some more. "I can't even fit my hand around it."

"I can't either."

"Will it fit inside of me?"

"It's fit in everyone else I tried to put it in. I'll go slow. How does it compare to Phillip?" I was damn close to erect now, Laura unconsciously stroking it.

"It's about twice as long and at least twice as thick."

"Give me your phone."

"Why?"

"I told you I was going to give Phillip another chance to stop this from happening. I'm going to take a picture of your hands around it and send it to him, telling him this is what I'm going to fuck you with, and give him another chance to back out. If he wants this to continue, I'm going to strip you naked and fuck you senseless."

"Thanks for giving him a chance to change his mind."

She handed me the phone and I had her kneel in front of me with my cock about six inches in front of her face. I told her to put both hands on it, like she was gripping a bat. The top of my dick still stuck out. I took a picture of my erection inches from her face with both of her hands wrapped around it. I showed her the picture.

"You say he has his most powerful erections and ejaculations when you humiliate him by ridiculing the size of his cock?"

"Yes."

I sent a text before the photo.

"This is the cock that's going to fuck your wife tonight. When I'm finished with her, she'll be ruined for all tiny dicks like yours. She won't be able to get enough of my big boner drilling her cunt." I added the photo. "Are you sure you want me to fuck your wife?"

I hit send and showed her the text.

"That isn't possible, is it? That you'll ruin me for sex with my husband?"

"Not really. Have you ever heard of a baby ruining a woman sex with a man? You'll get used to it being stretched out, but as long as you're exercising your Kegels, you should feel your husband fucking you. I mean, it's possible you wouldn't if he went in right after me, before your natural elasticity returned everything back to normal, but on the whole, no. You'll still feel him fucking you as much as you did before."

I helped her to her feet and we sat together on the bed waiting for him to answer.

"He almost has to say no now, doesn't he?"

"I suppose that depends on how serious he is about other people fucking you."

She finished her drink.

He was apparently pretty serious. "I'm sure I want you to fuck her."

"Asked and answered, Laura. Looks like we're going to have sex if you're still willing. Will I be your second, or was there anyone before Phillip?"

"You'll be my third. I lost my virginity to a boy my first year in college. I knew it was a mistake when I did it and I didn't have sex again until I was engaged to Phillip."

"I'm going to send another text to Phillip now."

"What are you going to say?"

"That I'm going to start fucking you and I'm going to call him. If he wants to hear us have sex, he can listen. If he doesn't, hang up, but I'm going to make you scream in ecstasy."

I sent the text to Phillip, gave it a minute or two to percolate in his brain, then called his number. I set the phone beside the bed, and started removing Laura's lingerie. Everything but the garter belt and stockings came off. I started with oral sex. Her first orgasm was a screamer. The next two weren't quite as loud, but her moans were full-throated.

Putting on a condom, I slowly started working my cock inside her cunt. She screamed again when I bottomed out in her pussy. I fucked her for an hour before filling the rubber with my spunk. I lost track of how many orgasms Laura had. I don't know how Phillip felt about it, but Laura became quite vocal during her fucking.

Every time she orgasmed, it was, "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again." "Fuck me with your big cock." "Fuck me with your thick prick." "Pound me, you fucker." "Fuck me harder, deeper, longer, faster." Fill in the blank with your own words, and you'd get the idea.

Laura was surprised at the volume of cum I left in the condom. She licked me clean after removing it, like a lollipop, unwilling to even try stretching her lips around my dick. She was also surprised I got hard again shortly after cumming. Apparently, Phillip was a one and done sort of guy, needing an hour or more to recover after sex. That had never been one of my problems. I could usually get it up three or four times before I needed more than fifteen minutes of down time. As soon as I got another erection, I put on another condom and fucked her for another hour, with the same result. Lots and lots of orgasms for Laura, very vocal ones. When I finished, she was exhausted and started nodding off.

I picked up her phone. "Are you still there, Phillip?"

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely.

"Laura is a little worn out and needs to sleep right now. I'll send her home in the morning after fucking her again. That okay with you?"

"Yes."

"Good night, Phillip. Sleep tight."

"Good night."

I hung up her phone and plugged it into my charger. That had been a long damn phone call and she was at less than 20% charge remaining. I added my name and phone number to her phone. When I put my arms around her, she sighed and wriggled her ass against my groin, nearly giving me another hard on, snuggling almost as if I were her husband.