EroticReverie

Janelle Fox

Before we leave I make sure it's okay with Axel. While she gives me a little judging glare, silently telling me to not get involved with another taken man, she also knew before hand that no matter what she said or did, I'd do what I wanted. 

James grinned at me and Curtis, and told me he'd "take care of" Axel for me. Which made my friend roll her eyes, but I knew she could handle herself with James. And while James may be a play boy  man whore, he wasn't going to force himself on her or anything like that. 

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Curtis and I take his car, and he drives us to a fancy hotel not too far from the bar. One of the nicest ones in the city, and gets us a suite near the top. I find myself nervous and fidgety in the elevator, and I can tell Curtis is nervous too, even though I'd just gotten him off using my hand and mouth in the middle of retstaurant. Well, not the middle, nobody saw us, but I hadn't done something so daring or fun in a long time. But now I was nervous, were we really going to have sex? Curtis was married, and I could tell even though he had an attraction to me, that he also carried guilt about cheating on his wife. He's the first married or taken man i've been intersted in that seemed to even give a shit about his partner. Which made me feel bad, for having seduced him, for messing around in his office and then at the restaurant. 

We're both pretty quiet as he clears his throat stepping out of the elevator, and when we enter the suite it's huge with a sitting room and kitchen dining area and then a large bedroom with sliding doors that are currently open, showing off the massive bed. 

"Should we order drinks?" he asks and I turn looking at him as he lifts a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it and looking at me. 

"You're nervous." I say, setting down my purse on a table against the wall and then look back at him. 

He nods with a little smile. "Yeah, a little." 

"Me too." I say and he lets out a sigh of relief. 

"Really?" he asks , as if im just saying it for his benefit , to make him feel better.

I nod. "Yes, really...I have a huge crush on you, you're married, and I've already made you do things you don't want to do...I don't want to be something you regret." I say. 

"You havent MADE me do anything Janelle." he says shaking his head and walking over towards me. 

"It takes two...and I've wanted to do everything that we've done so far...and ...I...maybe I should regret the things we've done....if I was a better man...I would...but I don't...and don't think I ever will." he says and I swallow. 

"I wish I wasn't married though...because then I wouldnt have to feel guilty about how much I want you." he says, taking a deep breath. 

"Tell me about her." I say, and I'm not sure why. Why did I want to talk about his wife right now? 

"About...Miranda? My wife?" he asks, his cocked brow as perplexed as I am about my own request. 

I nod.

"Why?" he asks. 

I lick my lips and shrug. "I just...I need to understand how she could ever let you out of her sight....I need to understand what's wrong with her and why she isn't fucking you good enough to keep you satisfied." I say. 

His brows pops and he smiles a little. 

"It's not her fault. It's neither of our faults. We just, are different now than we were when got married. She's not a bad woman. We just suck as husband and wife." he says. 

"And no kids right?" I ask. 

He shakes his head. "no kids." 

"Did you want kids?" I ask and he exhales. 

"Are we really going to talk about this?" he asks. 

I nod. "I'd feel better about what we're doing if I understood what makes a good man like yourself, want to be with me." 

"Im not a good man." he says.

I nod. "You are." 

He huffs. "After what happened in my office....after what happened in the restaurant....I am NOT a good man." he says and walks over and sits on the couch. 

I follow. 

I sit down next to him, lifting my dress slightly so I can turn to face him, lifting my elbow to the back of the couch and holding my head in my head as I look at him. 

"I wanted kids. We both did." he says. 

"But..?" I ask. 

He looks at me. "But we both know we're not working out. Having a baby wont save our marriage. If anything it would make it worse. We're not meant to be together. We just ignore the fact were both miserable. It's not that we dont love or care for each other...but the passion we had in the beginning, the not being able to keep pur hands off each other, all of that honeymoon phase stuff...it's gone. To be honest...I think it was fading before we even got married. We just got married because it felt like the step to take. You know? We were just going through the motions." he says and I nod. 

"Do you think she's cheated?" I ask and his brows lift again and he sighs. 

"I dont know." he answers. 

"Sometimes I wonder....and I wonder even more now that I've cheated." he says and runs a hand through his hair. 

"We can do whatever you want. " I tell him. "We don't have to do anything....we can sit here and talk...or....we can leave...or I can leave and you can have the hotel room and.."

"stop." he says and reaches over, turning, his furthest arm lifting and his hand reaching over, and sliding along my thigh and up my dress.

"I want you." he says and grips my thigh. 

I feel my heart race and I swallow and nod. 

"Okay." 

"I don't want to talk about her, or about my marriage...I want to just forget I'm fucking miserable...I want to be selfish...fuck being a good man....I can't stop thinking about you now....about how much I want to take this fucking dress off you and taste your body." he says and I take a shaky breath.

"Okay." I answer breathlessly. 

Both of us look down as his hand slips up under my dress and I shift slightly, spreading my legs, allowing him up my dress and letting him find me with no panties on. He groans as his knuckle brush my bare pussy. 

"It's your turn to cum Janelle." he whispers, leaning in, bringing his mouth to mine and I whimper quietly , spreading my legs even further , making my dress rise as he cups my pussy and I groan feeling his large hand over my heat, and then his hand slides up, letting his middle finger slip between my folds and into my wetness. 

"fuck" he groans and his finger eagerly presses into me, slipping inside of me as I gasp and lean my head back. 

"Curtis" I moan his name as I lay my head back on the couch and arch my back slightly as his finger moves out and back in. 

"Janelle" he groans and I watch as he sinks off the couch to the floor on his knees and I gasp as he pushes my legs apart and I suck air through my teeth as he displays me for himself. 

"Fuck" he groans and I reach up behind me, grasping the back of the couch as I lift my legs and bend them at the knee, holding myself open for him. 

"yeah, there's no way I'll ever regret this." he says as his finger strokes teasingly at my clit and down my pussy and sliding his finger, along with a second, back inside of me. 

His mouth comes to my pussy, and he kisses and licks at my clit, just barely, teasing my throbbing clit and making me whimper. 

"oh god" I whimper and bite my lip as he blows on my clit and flicks it gently with his tongue as his fingers gently coax my g spot and I wiggle against his touch , panting heavily. 

"curtis please" I beg him, pleading for him to give me more as he just watches his two fingers slide in and out of me, watching me writhing in front of him and he looks up at me. 

"I'm so fucking attracted you Janelle" he says. 

"And then...seeing you in my office today....watching you stroke my cock and use your mouth on my dick in the restaurant...and now...having you with your legs spread....my fingers inside of you ...you're making me be such a bad fucking man Janelle." he groans and I bite my lip. 

"yes" I moan. "be bad with me" 

"please..."I whimper. "Lick me...lick my pussy Mister Cash" I beg and he groans. 

His tongue drags slowly up over my clit, the entire length of his tongue laps over my clit making my eyes flutter as I groan in appreciation for how fucking good his flat tongue feels stroking my clit. 

He licks it again, and again, slowly as his finger pump in and out of my pussy, soaking his fingers inside me, making me drip and I curse softly as his tongue starts to move around my clit, and then side to side, then back to up and down strokes of his tongue, making my legs quiver. 

"oh my god"I half laugh half groan when he sucks my clit and licks it, then sucks it again and groans. 

"oh my god, that's so good" I breathe. 

"Don't stop" I whine. 

"please dont fucking stop" I groan and bite my lip, my head going back, as I wrap my hands under my knees, holding them back as he buries his mouth against me and sucks at my clit hard, groaning as his fingers move faster. 

"C-curtis" I try saying his name, my pleasure making it nearly impossible to form words, or a single thought.  All I knew right now was how good Curtis Kash was at licking pussy and fingering a woman. 

"oh god, oh fuck, yessss" I hiss as I grip the back of the couch again, my legs shaking as I cum. Squealing as my cunt spasms, his fingers making me cum, then his tongue. Both a vaginal and clitoral orgasm crashing over me as my boss devours my pussy, not letting up as I scream and force myself to take more, wanting it all, wanting as much as I can stand, his fingers making me gush, his tongue making my clit pulse, me entire body a mess of violent spasms, my mouth only able to form half hearted curses as I lose my breath and my hands grip the back of the couch harder as I buck my hips, grinding his tongue and fucking his fingers and his finger slide out of me, his mouth sliding up and down my entire cunt, licking and sucking at the mess he made of me.

"yes, yes" I groan, grinding my hips upward, against his mouth. 

"so fucking hot" I cry, watching him go crazy on me, his straong hands pushing my legs wider as he licks at my pussy, up and down the entire lngth, hole to clit, over and over, sucking at my clit, sucking at the juices dripping from my pussy, and sucking my lips dry and dragging his tongue again up and down through them as my body convulses with each pass of his tongue over my clit. 

"my god" I shake, trembling still as he keeps fucking going and then he stops at my clit, spreading my lips and licking at my clit as I cry, his lips forming around it, sucking and pulling at it with the suction of his lips. 

I scream and reach down, my hands going into his hair as he forces my body to react, everything shaking, as I struggle to take a breath as my body tries to manage the overwhelming stimulation.

I bite my lip hard and then cry out as his fingers push back inside of me. 

"fuck, my god, yes, yes" I cry and he groans, grinning up at me as his tongue flicks my clit and my mouth falls open as I immediately cum again on his fingers, my g spot still fucking ready and waiting, his fingertips forcing it make me cum again, making more of a mess as I splash around his fingers and his mouth. 

"how could anyone fall out of love with you when you eat pussy like this" I whine. 

He chuckles slightly and I groan as my body trembles and he growls, pulling back, his fingers gone from my pussy, his mouth gone from my clit, and he watches my pussy throb, watches my muscles contract for more. 

"if you were my husband id worship you" I moan, my legs still shaking as they lower, relaxing and my hands slide from the back of the couch and I try to move, but can barely adjust myself as my entire body still shivers with the after math of some of the best orgasms I've ever had. 

"seriously" I groan as he slides his hands over the tops of my thighs , kisses my one knee and then  pushes up, smiling as he gets on the couch beside me once again as I try to catch my breath, heaving and gasping, turning my head to look at him as he smiles at him, licking his wet lips with my pussy all over his mouth and chin. 

"She's crazy...she's fucking insane to not be doing everything she can to make you happy." I say, meaning every word. Because if I had a man of my own that was mine, that could make me cum that fucking hard, I'd do whatever I had to to keep him. I'd turn myself into a cooking cleaning housewife, that served his ass sandwiches and let him tell me what to do. Not that Curtis would want that, but a guy who could eat pussy like that, would have so much power over me. 

I take a breath and push up and crawl my lazy body ontop of him, feeling like fucking melting butter , barely able to move as I sink onto him and grab his shoulders and kiss his neck. 

"I swear" I moan against his neck. 

"I'd do anything" I bite his neck gently and he groans. 

"I'd do everything you asked of me" I tell him and he growls slightly as his hands grab my ass and I grind in his lap. 

I was a dumb bitch. I knew I was a dumb bitch, because this is what always happened. I love the attention of taken men that didnt belong to me, so fucking much, that id sacrifice what I really wanted. Which was them, all to myself. I wanted them to realize how good I could be for them, and leave their girlfriends or wives for me. Not everytime, but a few times...I ended up heartbroken. So I'd learned to stop expecting men to leave their wives. They wanted to have their cake and eat it too. And I enjoyed being their cake too much to fucking stop myself from entering fucked up situations like this. 

But Curtis was so different. He was good. But even so, I was already prepared to offer him whatever he wanted, without expecting anything in return. He'd just made me see god while going down on me, and I was stupid and reckless with my emotions, and I let shit like that get me hooked, and reeled in. Nobody had ever made me cum like that ever. 

"You dont have to leave her....you can stay with her" I say, kissing his neck. 

"Just promise me that you'll only cheat on her with me...let me be the one that makes you happy Curtis." I say and lick up his neck and kiss below his ear. 

"I'll be yours, you can have me whenever you want...and i'll only be yours..nobody elses" I promise and he groans. 

"you want to be mine?" he asks. 

I nod and kiss his neck. 

"I want to be yours..I want you to come to me whenever you need to cum..and use me" I pant softly against his neck. 

"Nobody has ever made me cum so fucking hard Curtis" I whimper, hating that I was being so fucking pathetic and desperate. 

"I want to do this everyday with you...I want you so fucking bad" I whine, I kiss along his jaw. 

"You want to be...a...a mistress?" he asks 

"I want to be whatever youll take me as....just dont stop touching me...ever" I say as his hands slide up my back, and back down grabbing my ass. 

"I don't want a mistress" he groans. 

"I want just one fucking woman....i don't want her" he admits. 

"I want a woman who drives me fucking crazy" he groans and slaps my ass and I jump with a little gasp, maoning excitedly and I kiss him. 

"I want you to worship me" he groans.

"I do. I fucking do" I say desperately, like a little fucking puppy, as I nod and kiss him again and again. 

"and I want to worship you Janelle" he says and I moan, reaching down, I grab his cock through his pants. 

"leave her" I whine. 

"god just leave her, let me take care of you" I tell him and he groans. 

"she doesnt deserve you" I bite his lip and pull and he groans and grabs me, lifting me and carrying me to the bedroom and laying me down, then standing up and pulling off his suit jacket. 

I sit up and get on my knees, unbuttoning his shirt as I pull it off and licks my lips at the sight of him shirtless. 

"say you'll leave her" I say as I push his shirt off. 

"Say you'll leave her Curtis." I beg as I grab him belt, undoing it and his nostrils flare.

"I'll leave her." he says and I let go of his belt and throw my arms around him and pull up forward to me, and I fall back, pulling him on the bed as I kiss him, his hard cock gridning against my sex through his pants. 

"promise me" I whine. Even though I knew things said if the heat of the moment, held no merit. Even though I knew tomorrow, I'd be waking up in my bed alone, going into his office, and prentending tonight didnt happen, and hed go home to his wife. 

"I promise" he groans.