I made it yesterday. I matured overnight. Suddenly aware of the meaninglessness of his life.
The feeling of emptiness and hopelessness spurred a desire to fuck, or rather lose oneself before losing consciousness. Yes, exactly, it was the consciousness that had to be cut down. Consciousness just bothers me, and always hurt. Makes you think and analyze.

- Hello.

- Hi, where have you gone?

- Yes, so ...

- I called you all spring, but you still did not answer.

- It happened.

- I miss you, and you?

- Highly. Here today I will be in your place, I decided to call.

Why, I wonder, do not say directly: I want you to fuck me, what are these secular games for? I never understood this, but now, unexpectedly for myself, I have also become a player.

- Decided to rant a bit?

- Well, you could say that...

We quickly agreed. Although he had affairs, he moved them for the sake of such an opportunity. Once he raped me, although I did not resist, and even enjoyed it, it turns out that it was not violence, but unforeseen circumstances. Many years have passed since then. I got married, had two children, which did not prevent me from fucking with my changing lovers. He, too, was married, divorced, married again. Everything is as usual. And it’s also usually the case that he called me with confessions that that sex was the most memorable and that he thinks of me every time he ends up with others.

We met. He sat in my car for a minute, kissed me. A kiss instantly brought me back to the past. The same soft tasty lips, the same insolent language, bursting into my mouth as if to my home. Those eyes with desire and pleasure.

- Let's go, otherwise they are already staring at us.

We went to the hotel where we were once, long ago, when I was a young student with dreams of a prince, and he was a married adult man. I did not remember this, he told me. The Irony of Fate? No, case. Just convenient.

I like a schoolgirl dropped her head and eyes on the floor passing by the reception. Well, I don’t like these all understanding views of boys and girls in hotels, where hourly pay rooms are rented. I entered the room first, just to quickly hide from prying eyes. She noted to herself how quickly and competently he took his shoes and hung his jacket in the closet. He threw me on the bed, bared my stomach, as flat as before, and began to kiss, gently, but eagerly, going down. I unbuckled and quickly pulled off my jeans with my underpants. Inside he sank pleasantly and his legs parted under the onslaught of hot, wet kisses.

He licked me and moaned, I gasped heavily, and when he lightly tantalized touched the clitoris and the hole, I gasped, loud and drawn out. I was already so wet that I would have entered not only a member, but the whole of it. I wanted him madly. For a second, my consciousness returned and asked me what was I doing? Oops, I do it again. I am again a lustful bitch, thirsting for cock and fucking. And I do not care about your marital status. Fuck me! Fuck me, how only you can do it. Before cramps in my legs, before ringing in my ears, before screeching, fuck me so that I bent into the bridge and, shuddering with my whole body, shouted “Yes!” To you. three four and five at a time. I felt his tongue inside my pussy and once, the tongue slipped into the anus. Oh, yes, honey, and there too, I want it, and you know. He stood up abruptly, took off his jeans with his underpants and socks and entered me powerfully, exhaling the air and all his energy with one push. He moved quickly, watching his fat cock slide in and back in my open pussy.

- The girl missed you ...

- Yeah ...

Fucking me, he managed to take off my t-shirt and bra, noticing the beauty of the linen in passing, and immediately deftly throwing it away. With one hand, he took my legs and lifted them higher, lifting my ass and went into the ass. I gasped from pain and pleasure, I was ready, I craved violent sex.Pain bordering on pleasure. Skillful movements. I close my eyes and fly away into space. I surrender, receive, I take, eagerly and readily. I want everything in full. He turned me on my stomach, put me on all fours and began to lick my ass, sticking my tongue into my anus and clapping my palm over my bare ass. And again his dick in my ass. Fingers twitch the clitoris. Voiced claps on my pope, my cries and his moans, our fast breathing and body slippery with sweat. My mouth is dry, I want to cum and cum hard, shaking and screaming. He does not let me go, moves faster, I ask:

- Everything! Enough! I can not take it anymore! Please please!

I wriggle out and otpinyvayu him from myself, turning over and bringing his legs together. He bounces on me and kisses me tightly. Looks into my eyes.

- If a woman screams enough, then I'm doing everything right! - he smiles.

I'm trying to regain my breath. Very thirsty. He takes a bottle of water, I think it’s me, I stretch my hand. He opens and drinks. I moan from thirst. He bends down and kisses me, and I feel water pouring into my mouth. Thank. I drink and ask for more. He repeats the number. I drink from his mouth and can't get drunk.

He lies nearby and strokes my body with his fingertips. I feel like a dream covers me. He sticks his hand between my legs and rubs my palm on the edge of my crack. A wave of desire rolls up and I spread my legs, inviting him into me. He puts his dick and fuck into me furiously and desperately. I want him to finish. I whip it up, whispering: come on, come on, yes, yes, yes ... We are sweaty and hot. He is ready to lower and then I say: only not in me.

- Bitch you! - He shouts and at the last second pulls a member and sharply sticks him in my anus. I scream, and he cums in my ass with stifled moans.

We lie and smoke. I am silent, but the stream of my consciousness seems to burst out of my brain and fills the room. I understand that this was what I needed, that I was uncontrollably pleased and satisfied, that I was incredibly excited by the awareness of the fall into sin with a stranger man in the hotel room, where the rooms surrender for an hour. That I'm sick of playing an exemplary wife and a caring mother. What I want to forget this fucking reality with its cloying calm. What gnaws at me is the tranquility of being when everything is and nothing is needed anymore, when there is nothing more to wish for, when everyone envies you and you play along with them, because it is not right to fucking destroy other people's illusions about yourself. He looks at me and suddenly says:

- The same garbage.

- Did I really say something? ..

- You thought out loud ...