She can't understand why I would want to cheat on him. She sees him as the perfect husband. She's right of course. He is perfect. Too perfect.Why am I...so hell-bent on self-destruction? Why do I think I can have my wonderful husband and another man on the side? I don't understand myself. It's not like I haven't had the experience of other men before Howard and I met. I know the difference. I know how much better Howard is than other men. What is driving me to the edge of this cliff?Maybe I am. We look back on the flattened patch of grass as we walk away. By the time we get home, the juices from my recent orgasm have started to drip down my thighs. The thought of my soaked knickers and my accidental encounter with my exhibitionistic side makes me shake with new desire as I struggle to get the key in the door. “Here, let me” you say offering your hand but the door is open in an instant and we’re in. Fortunately for story purposes, the rude thoughts you’ve been having on the way home. A note and a hotel room key were inside. “Tonight, room 210 at the holiday inn, 7PM sharp.” The rest of the day was a blur. I don’t remember anything except what was to come. I left work, rushed home, showered, changed and arrived at the hotel about 10 minutes early. My pulse was racing and I was nervous. I walked up, and let myself in the room, not knowing what to expect. There was nothing but Katie, a couple of boxes next to the TV, and a really nice black garter belt, stocking, and panty. Doug groaned in pleasure. He grabbed her up and threw her over his shoulder, setting her down on the edge of his kitchen table. "I've been waiting so long to taste you, kitten. Spread those legs for me."Ash spread her legs wide, revealing her shaved pussy. She moved her hand down to touch her swollen clit, but Doug gently slapped her hand away. "No, I'm doing all the work right now". He kissed her deep on the lips and moved to her breasts, flicking his thumbs softly over her nipples. Ash was.