Sienna Temptation — Part III. His text came at the right time for the…
By: Cm Jaxon
Tags: Erotic Romance, Creative Writing, Erotica, Adultery, Fiction

Sienna Temptation — Part III

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“M” shot me a note on our secret Facebook Messenger.” “I have some news for you.”

I sat up, making sure my husband wasn’t watching me. “Yes,” I texted, trying to hide my smile.

“You think you can get away for three nights?” “M wrote.

“Oh wow,” I thought, as I read the words on the message.

“What do you have in mind?” The escape from his domestic responsibilities could help provide a cover for me.

“Well, I have a conference coming up in two weeks. It’s in Charlotte. Would you like to join me?”

“Do you have a date?” I texted.

“Yeah, 24–27th September.”

“I can make that work, it’s the week of my birthday.”

“Well, we have to make it memorable ;-).” wrote M.

The two weeks until I saw him again felt like an eternity. I wanted M to touch me again so badly. I needed him as I started to realize that he was my escape. Coming up with a cover to leave was quite easy, but resulted in an extra round of fighting. I wasn’t surprised. Of course, my husband would make a big deal out of it. It was my birthday, and I wasn’t spending it with him.

Everyday, M would send me video and voice recordings. Every time he said something dirty, I could feel my pussy begin to throb. I couldn’t wait to see him.

Eighteen hours to go, my carry-on bag packed and loaded in my car. I was careful to tuck away the sexy lingerie and dress I was going to wear for my birthday. I bought it on my own so my husband wouldn’t ask any questions about what I packed. I couldn’t sleep. I felt like a kid going to Disney World. Three nights with M — I couldn’t wait.

“I could drive you to your conference,” my husband asked, pretending he was interested in my work.

Letting out a deep sigh while trying to remain calm, “No, thank you, it’s fine.”

“It could be a romantic getaway combined with your conference,” he continued.

I stared at him to see if he suspected anything preparing my counter. “No. We haven’t been in a good place for a while, and I don’t need your energy and drama around my coworkers.”

“I don’t need you embarrassing me,” I added, spitefully.

“Embarrassing you!” Standing there, looking shocked, “Is that what I am now?”

“Let the gaslighting begin,” I sounded off, while imitating a WWE announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, the bullshit has started,” I continued.

“But we haven’t been intimate in months. I just want to be with my wife,” he pleaded.

I proceeded to leave the bedroom. “Goodnight,” I said, without looking at him.

“Whatever,” he responded, as I went camping out my spot on the couch, repulsed at the thought of laying in the same bed with him. I didn’t want anything disturbing my erotic thoughts about M and what he would do to my body.

I woke up at 4 am charged with energy. I showered and dressed casually, not to arouse any suspicion in case he was awake. I packed my makeup and toiletries and made my way towards the door. He was still asleep snoring, sounding more like a tugboat than anything. I told him I was going to Charlottesville in case he decided to show up. Over 100 miles opposite the direction I was going.

I text M. “Today is here.”

“Today is here,” he replied.

It took two hours to get to the hotel. M met me in the parking lot wearing a brown sports jacket, dark slacks, and a white button down. His fresh haircut and freshly shaved face made him look like he was in his late twenties instead of his mid-forties. He greeted me with a kiss, his eyes changing colors as the sunlight bounced off them. We kissed like two lovers that missed each other like crazy.

“Today is here”

“Today is here,” he echoed.

He grabbed my bags and headed inside. My excitement was well contained. In the elevator, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. The ride was short.

“I hope the room is to your liking, my dear.”

Fuck, his voice sounds so sexy. “It is. I love the view of the waterfront and skyline.”

“I love water,” he explained as he guided me over to the bed.

He kissed me again, this time with more passion, as he climbed on top of me. My legs wrapped around his hips, and my pussy throbbed with excitement as I felt myself getting wet.

“Today is here,” he said while kissing my neck.

Moaning, I echoed “Today is here.”

He took his jacket off and threw it in the corner. I kicked off my boots. His hands, warm and soft, parted my legs and pulled off my panties. Inhaling the scent of my natural perfume, he couldn’t resist. His lips journeyed down my body, kissing the inside of my thighs. I fell back, surrendering to him. His tongue and lips connected with the lips of my pussy and clit. I let out a loud moan arching my back.

“Yes,” I sighed.

His tongue traced the shape of my lips. The opening of my pussy, the pulsation of my clit — a steady sensation of gentle pressure that drove me wild.

“Yes, daddy, yes!”

Grinding my hips in a circular motion surrendering my pussy to him.