TITLE    : Chance Encounter
STORYID  : chance-encounter-34
SUMMARY  : A chance encounter with a wife looking for revenge.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-07-03
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |revenge fuck|cheat|wife|oral|


<i>Author's note: This is an ultra short story (about 3 pages) of a chance encounter where two people got uniquely meaningful but very different benefits from their meeting.  It was originally written as an exercise in brevity.</i>











It happened in the most unlikely of places, one I rarely visit and one she visited for the first time, an adult bookstore.



I looked up from flipping through the threesome DVDs when she came in through the strings of beads separating the quick-stop market section from the "adults only" part of the business.  Tall, brunette, beautiful and classy were stimulating enough to my immediately aroused senses, but it was beyond any reasonable expectation when she quickly examined the room and approached me.



"Want to buy me a drink?" she asked.



"Yes... I certainly do," I responded with my heart trying to escape my chest through my throat.  I tried my best not to let my astonishment and excitement show.



"What's you name?" I asked.



"No names, please," she told me, "just make one up for me."

 

We had two drinks and danced to three slow songs at a nearby nightclub before I asked, "Would you like to go somewhere more private?"  



By then, I had learned she was married, pissed off at her husband and some lucky guy was going to get a revenge fuck.  I was just thankful she had picked me.



"Yes, I would," she answered.



I shut the door to the motel room and kissed her without taking another step.  Her lips were soft and her mouth wonderfully warm.  I took a deep breath and kissed her again, tested her willingness to have her mouth explored by my tongue and found her very receptive. Three... four... I wasn't counting... kisses later I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed down her neck.  



"Yes... your mouth feels so good on my skin," she encouraged me as I slowly worked my way down her neck and chest, kissing and nibbling my way toward her full, braless breasts.  Just as I reached the upper slope of one of her beautiful tits, she took hold of my head and shoved my mouth onto her nipple.



"Oh god, I need this so much," she told me.



"Come on," she added as she led me to the bed, dropping her skirt at the edge.  I took the time to strip naked and examine her delightful figure accented only with white stay-up hose and a matching lace thong panty.  "Shaved," I noticed.



I kissed her again on the bed and returned to her same breast, then moved to the other. As I sucked and teased her nipples with my teeth, exploring her turn-ons, she slipped her left hand into her tiny panty and began to stimulate her clit.  From the attention both of us were giving her body, my unexpected date began to moan, toss her head about and slowly writhe with pleasure.



"Kiss me down there," she invited.



"Thought you would never ask," I joked.



"I'm so glad I found you... that it was you," she told me with a glowing, warm smile from her lovely, flushed face.



I didn't answer her with, "me too."  I just said the same thing back to her with a smile as I peeled the little lace panty down her luxuriously smooth thighs.  



She bounced her butt on the bed and smeared my lips and tongue between her spread legs as she climaxed.  "Oh god, this feels so good... so wrong... so fucking good," she uttered in the heat of her orgasm.



"Thank you for doing that," she whispered.  We kissed again and snuggled for awhile as she cooled down.



"You are more than welcome, pretty lady," I whispered back.



She rolled on top of me and kissed down my body, teasing me with her lips and tongue.   I loved the way she stopped twice on her on the way to her destination and grinned joyfully up at me.  Damn, she was beautiful.  I was never so thankful for a cheating husband.



Her lips found the throbbing head of my cock, then her warm mouth and her hand joined in the pleasure.  She wasn't expert at cock sucking by any means, but given my state of arousal the job didn't require a blue ribbon winner.  At the end she just jacked me off and let my cum spray up onto her neck, chest and breasts.



"Don't like the taste of cum?" I asked.



"Never could make myself taste it," she answered, sitting on her lower legs still slowly stroking my cock.



I reached over and wiped a bit off her chest and sucked it off my finger.  "It isn't bad," I suggested.



I wiped another streak off her breast and offered it to her.  Her mouth opened almost reluctantly, slowly, before she leaned over and sucked my finger into her mouth.



"You're right, not awful at all," she said, seeming genuinely surprised.  She moved her tongue around in her mouth and grinned just before she leaned over and sucked the last of my ejaculation off the head of my cock and stroked me to pump my cock dry.



"Ummmm, that feels wonderful," I encouraged her, and pushed her just a bit, "Try swallowing some now... just so you can say you did."  She did.



With a newfound sense of pride she straddled me.  My cock had stayed hard and she guided me into her warm, wet opening.  To say she was delightful would be an understatement.  She was driven, passionate and far beyond delightful.  Whether her passion was out of frustration at her husband or simply from the joy we found together, I never really knew.  Her inner motivations for the lusty expressions of affection she shared with me remained a secret. 



We made love until around three or four that morning, showered and went to Denny's for breakfast.  Back at the motel by sunrise, we made wonderfully intimate love again.



"What happened in your marriage?" I finally asked for the details as we rested holding each other's sweaty, heated bodies in the aftermath of our torrid love-making.



"I caught him with one of my friends," she offered and drifted into deep thought for a few solemn moments.  "I guess it was my fault.  I have been such a prude.  I only gave him oral sex once and wouldn't let him come in my mouth.  I didn't event want his sperm on my skin. It seems crazy now, but I wouldn't even touch his cum.  Stupid huh?" she added.



"Well, kinda," I told her, but gave her a reassuring hug to mitigate my concurrence.



"You are so nice," she told me. "Sorry to use you like this."



"I am glad you did," I assured her and gave her a caring kiss and held her tight.  I added, "I really like you.  I'll give you my number just in case he pisses you off again."



"Thank you.  I mean for everything," she told me when I handed her my business card with my home number on the back.  She hugged and kissed me with genuine affection.



I was out cold when she left and there wasn't a note.  After searching the room and seeing her car was gone out front, I snuggled up with her pillow and enjoyed the last joyful scent of her perfume.



She never did tell me her real name. "Laura Anne," I finally decided to call her in my mind.  The name seemed to fit the classy beauty well.



I think about her in the fondest way whenever I remember our chance meeting and the wonderful night that followed.



Oh, she did leave a voice mail for me later that day, saying, "You were perfect for me.  Thank you so very much.  I will always remember you."



After her delightful voice ended and the machine clicked off, an overpowering silence filled the room. 



"Me too, pretty lady," I said out loud, "Me too."

