Carrying on our secret in the same hotel room as your husband

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So you booked a room with two full-size beds instead of a king or a queen, and your husband just didn't say anything at all? Oh, gosh. You know, I still do feel bad about everything between us on very rare occasions, but I've said elsewhere, and I say it again, do it again, more importantly, I wouldn't care if he'd been standing there watching the second you gave me the green light.

I was going to be balls deep inside you, arms around you, staring blissfully into your eyes in short fucking order. The second you gave the green light, I don't give a fuck what was in my way. I was coming home to you, and don't you ever forget it.

Oh, God. So, your husband's in the bed next to yours slash ours. Your two sons are in the adjoining room.

Why don't we just throw the room door in between the two open? I would hate to minimize the exciting risk you've arranged for us here. You bad, bad mommy.

Oh, God. You're going back down to dance the tail end of the reception away? You got your eye on some fun or something there, mama? I'm just teasing it.

I know you're always a night owl. In fact, I'm working on an audio track describing for our audience who seems to adore you, mama's best friend. Right now, I'm talking about the very first time after really quite a while that you grabbed the bull by the horn, so to speak, and gave me a handjob under a blanket in the middle of that dinner party my mom threw.

Once everybody had had a few drinks and loosened up a bit, we went and cuddled off in the corner. You remember? While I'm telling that story on an audio track, it's really fun and nostalgic to revert back to that time back when, before we had been lovers for a few years now.

It's both hard to imagine and it feels like it was yesterday. But, truth be told, I feel like we were lovers for long before we consummated the dynamic and you teased the shit out of me forever. It's really nice that.

.. I'll let you go in a minute here and get this done, but I just wanted to say while I was thinking of it, it's really nice that both your boys could make the trip up here for the wedding. And it's even nicer that you made time to spend with me, or rather, invited me to crash the reception and slide into bed with you while your husband lay asleep five or six feet away.

Yeah, I thought about booking my own room, but, well, they said they had vacancies, so in the event I have to depart suddenly, I will. Hm. Yeah, I'm not kidding.

I checked. But, if I want to catch up with your younger son tomorrow, I wonder if he has picked up on what's going on. Because you know he had some inclination for years and years, right? Yeah, I figured you did.

What do I mean by it exactly? Well, I mean, you used to put me in your room to take naps all the time, you remember? And you know how much I loved that, right? Yeah, of course.

Well, yeah, there were. .. Well, it happened for a lot of years, so there were phases, of course.

There was the really innocent young phase there, and it was probably the most reasonable and beyond reproach for that to be taking place. And then later on, as I became a little developing hornball, I couldn't stop humping your pillows. God, it's gross and juvenile to talk about now, but I would.

I would be driven wild by the scent of your sheets and the scent of your pillows. And sometimes I would rifle through your underwear drawer and put a pair of panties around your pillow as if it was you. And I would try to hump it, and I would blow a load right onto the pillowcase or your sheets.

I wouldn't even use a tissue or anything to fucking clean it up, and I would just leave it there. Sometimes I would do it two or three times in a single session and actually fall asleep and leave quite a crusty. Did you ever notice that? You had to.

No, actually, now that you ask, I did not relegate it to a single side. I did do it on both sides of the bed. Oh my gosh.

So are you saying, no, okay, you changed the sheets in the event I did it on your husband's side. What about when I was on your side, Mommy? And you left it and slept in it? That's fucking awesome.

Oh my God. Yeah. Oh my gosh, that's amazing.

I just had a hot image of your husband on top of you, and you turned over with your face in a pillow, scraping up my yum-cum. Let's see. Finish on top of you, you thinking of me.

All grown up. I'm a pervert, I know. But anyway.

Yeah, your son. Well, I think it was complicated, you know, because he was attracted to me and kind of intimidated. I had a lot of influence in our grade and our friend circle and stuff.

And I didn't hide that I liked those naps in your bed. One time in particular, I remember he was looking for his Christmas presents and I marched straight into your room. You weren't home, obviously.

And I started looking through the closet and under the bed and in your drawers. And he was flabbergasted at my level of comfortability doing that. And I saw it and got a kick out of it.

So I picked up a pair of your underwear and started to caress them with my face. And I really got a little bit carried away. And at first he laughed, but quickly he was like, what the hell? And came over and yanked them out of my hands and put them back in the drawer.

And I said, oh, don't be, whatever, don't get so worked up. You know your mom's hot and you know she likes me. Yeah, I know, I was an arrogant little prick.

He said, well, your mom's hot too. And I said, yeah, I know, but you left off the second part of that sentence. I don't think my mom would have sex with you in a million years, but I'm pretty sure I'll have sex with your mom at some point.

And he just shook his head and stormed off. He looked surprised. Yeah, I know, I know, I'm an arrogant piece of crap.

And I made your son very uncomfortable, but we made up in the end. He's okay. He knows that his mom is a sexy, powerful, brilliant, professional, intelligent, capable, wonderful, dynamic, timelessly beautiful, sensual, delightful-smelling, tall, and a million other complimentary words that are failing me right now in light of your captivating sexiness and beauty.

So, why would he be bothered that his childhood good friend and neighbor wants to and is humping his mother's brains out? Answer me that, Miss Kelly. Aren't you gonna go downstairs and dance? I gotta do this audio already.

I'm gonna have a segment in there where it's like a time throwback and I beg you to let us make love for the first time to see if it goes well. You know, yeah, it'll be me, like, getting lost in a train of thought and begging you to please just give me a chance already to come before the goddess and see if you don't find me worthy. You really don't think we're gonna wake them up? I mean, okay.

Yeah, I guess it is up to me in some way because, well, you drive me crazy enough where I can't control how loud I get sometimes. But I do know all your spots, you're right. I'll steer clear of the loudest wake-em-up spots.

Do you remember that, though? That first time you jerked me off under the blanket and I had to bury my head into your shoulder and have you put the blanket over my face because I was coming so fucking hard and moaning so loud and I hadn't thought of a plan to stifle it. And then the principal at the school where my mom worked at the time came over and said, Oh, look at you two over here all cozy.

Oh, Ben, do you need a tissue? You're burying your face in the blanket over there. I bit my tongue and kind of made a sniffle and came up and said, Uh, yeah, I just sneezed all of a sudden and the blanket seems like the best option.

How fucking absurd is that? Oh my god. All right, get your sexy ass down there on the dance floor or to the bar for another cocktail or whatever it is you're going to do, mommy.

If you see any mature, capable of casual but considerate and respectful intimacy, if you have pieces of gorgeous ass, feel free to bring them back up with you as always. I know, I'm just teasing. Well, not really, but this is going to go on until we get out of here.

I'm going to make an audio track reminiscing about years gone by when you hadn't spread those long legs for me more times than either of us could count. Nice to recall, but never would want to go back. I love you too.

I do. I love you so much, mommy. I love you more than words could ever express, Kelly.

Thank you for everything.