Image from https://www.dreamstime.com/ “When is it too right but too wrong to be right?” ― Dominic Riccitello He raised the glass to his lips and took a long swallow and as he placed it back on the bar sighed deeply and felt the tension begin to leave his body. It had been a long day and now he coil drelax with a few drinks before going back to his room and catching a few hours of sleep before it all began again tomorrow.
It was the exquisite perfume that caught his attention and he turned to look at the woman who had sat down on the next stool. She was dressed in a way that was classy but just sufficiently revealing to suggest that this was a woman who was comfortable in her own sexuality. She was also at least 20 years younger than him. He knew that his looks had not completely faded but the paunch and the world weary demeanour were turn off even for women of his own age - even his wife. But even so he smiled at the woman and noticed she didn’t yet have a drink while his own glass was now empty. He asked her what she would like to drink and told the server to put in on the bill for Room 208. They chatted in a desultory way over the drinks and then he took his leave and went upstairs. 30 minutes later he was in his room watching some soccer on the TV when there was a knock at his door. To his surprise it was the woman from the bar holding a bottle and two glasses. “I wanted a nightcap and I never drink alone,” she said. The glass she poured him was large but quickly disappeared only to be followed by another equally large. He wasn’t sure which was more intoxicating - the wine or the presence of a beautiful woman in his room who seemed unaware or uncaring about the fact that her dress had ridden up to reveal that she was wearing stockings. Somehow the conversation had turned to films and she interrupted his description of how wonderful Liza Minnelli had been in Cabaret “I made some movies my self a few years ago but you probably won’t have seen them.”. He had to know and asked her to tell more. The movies had been hard core porn he soon learned. “My speciality was taking two fists - front and back” she laughed “Sometimes a girl would put two in my cunt while a man put two in my arse” she added. He could hardly believe what he was hearing from her - or from himself when he said “Can you still take a fist?”. Her reply took his breath away “I’m not sure - shall we find out?”. When he emerged from the bathroom having washed and undressed he saw she was now lying on the bed, legs apart, wearing only the stockings and clothes and handbag were on the table. The tube of lube, rubber gloves and condoms on the bedside table surprised him “I always come prepared” she said “because you never know what life has in store”. Early the next morning he lay in bed thinking back - had he really fisted a beautiful woman something he had only ever fantasised about? Yes he had and he had gone on to put his cock in her mouth and her vagina as well before ejaculating in her anus. Perhaps it had been a fantasy really but then he noticed the lingering scent. At that moment his mobile pinged. It was early and that might mean it was important so he picked up and opened the message. “I hope you enjoyed last night and that this little movie will remind you about it. My bank details are below and if you would be so kind as to deposit £500 on the first of each month your wife need never see your debut as a movie star!”.
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