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As I drove up the mountain, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I had agonized over this decision since the plans were made. I knew I should turn around and go back to my wife. Yet here I was, still heading up this mountain to the rendezvous that might see the end of my marriage. Why had I agreed to this? Shit, I knew why because of her. I drove a little faster; maybe in my head, I was thinking to myself, if I crash, I won’t make it there. I knew that was laughable as driving was my job on much more difficult roads than this.I finally made it to the lodge without crashing or coming to my senses and turning around. I pulled under the covered portico and stopped the car. I was instantly met by a valet that seemed just a bit more interested in taking my car then I would’ve liked. Well, I couldn’t blame him, how many times in his life will he get to park a Bugatti. I got out, and he slid right in.I stood there for a few heartbeats to reconsidered what I was doing here again. I finally started towards the great big double doors that framed the entryway to the lodge. As I walked in, you could feel the opulence of this place settle over you. I thought to myself; this would be her kind of place to meet—nothing cheap about this woman.^^^^^^Nothing cheap is right. The first time we met was at a celebration after my co-driver, and I won Europe’s largest and longest rally. She had come up to me, slipped her arms around me, drew me into a kiss, slipping her tongue past my lips to dance with mine. Eventually, she pulled away; I was just stunned by the kiss and stood there like a deer in headlights.It was then I got to see her fully. She had the most amazing red hair, a soft tanned complexion, full lips that had felt wonderful against mine, and the brightest green eyes I’d ever seen. The dress she had on was this long flowing yellow thing. It was almost see-through except over her most private places. She stayed by my side or close to me all night. I didn’t mind as she was such a beauty, and I was alone celebrating the victory.As the party continued, the drinks were loosening everybody up. I had seen my co-driver leave with one of the Italian girls earlier. Then it seemed like everybody was pairing up or departing Bostancı Escort until it seemed only, she and I remained. Taking my hand, she pulled me towards the elevator. As it closed, she leaned into me and kissed me again with the same passion as the first kiss.From that moment on, the rest of the night was a blur of sex and release. I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times we had sex that night or count how many orgasms either of us had. Yet it was the next morning that has stayed with me. I woke to her, stroking me softly. Just gentle up and down motions as I hardened in her hand. When I was as hard as she could get me, she shifted her body over mine and made love to me as no woman ever had.When we parted that morning, that was the last time I saw her until a few weeks ago. She was at a party in the United States for a new international rally event. I saw her first and tried to guide my wife away, so she didn’t see me, but it was too late. As soon as she saw me, she came straight towards me. I reverently hoped that her greeting wouldn’t be a kiss like before, but I worried for nothing. She walked up and offered her hand to my wife first. She introduced herself, mentioning that she and I had met in Europe. She also mentioned she was saddened when she learned that my wife had been stuck in the United States with a sick child.After chatting with my wife for a short bit, she finally turned to me offered greetings. Her look and smile said volumes about what she was thinking. None of which would have been good for me or my marriage at that moment. My look, in return, was one of pleading and desperation to her not to say the wrong thing. Finally, she excused herself to go talk to somebody else.I thought I had dodged the proverbial marriage-killing bullet, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Later that evening, she corned me away from my wife. She leaned into me and kissed me just as she had before. I felt instant arousal, and although her hand was massaging me at the time, I don’t think it would have mattered, I would’ve been hard in any case.When she broke the kiss, she handed me a card, then turned and walked away. I looked down at the card, printed on it in her Bostancı Escort Bayan neat handwriting was a few simple words,Call me; I’d like a repeat of our first night! This was followed by a phone number. There was no threat or intimidation on the card, but I couldn’t help but worry about what might happen if I didn’t call her. She obviously knew who my wife was because I never mentioned her in our first meeting.I held onto the card, and against my better judgment, I called her. Hearing her voice, even threw the phone, made my body tingle with the memories of our night together. Now without my wife standing beside me to dampen them, the heat, passion, and sex of that night came flooding back. As I listened to her talk about wanting to get together again, I just couldn’t shake the images. With all those images running through my mind, it was no surprise I agreed to meet her at this lodge.^^^^^^I walked over to the counter, asked, “Has Mrs. Jones checked in yet?” Jones was the agreed-upon name we would use.The young lady behind the counter punched a few keys and finally looked up, saying, “May ask who is inquiring?”“Yes, I’m Mr. Jones; she should be expecting me.”Looking at me with a knowing smile, she replied with, “Oh yes, she said you’d be arriving today and left a room key for you and a note.” With that, she handed me an envelope and a swipe key.I slipped the note out of the envelope and read it –Hi lover, I’ll be in the room waiting for you, do hurry!XOXOXOI shuddered after reading it, and a sudden flash of my wife’s face went through my mind, but just as fast, a flash of her standing naked also flashed through my tormented mind. I knew I was a man soon to be damned.^^^^^^I rode the elevator up to the fourth floor of the lodge, where all the luxury suites were located. I knew even before looking at the room key, that is where she’d be staying. There was nothing cheap about this woman. As I got off the elevator, I looked at the sign indicating which direction the room numbers ran. I turned towards her room and my destiny.I stopped in front of the door, after taking a deep breath before I finally reached out and knocked. I had the swipe card, but knocking Escort Bostancı seemed the way to go here. I didn’t have to wait long before the door swung open and there she stood.She spoke first, “I was wondering if you’d show up.”I stood there, speechless. She was standing there clad only in a black lace bra showing off her ample breasts, the tiniest of panties paired with a black garter belt holding the sexiest fishnet stockings I’d ever seen. She looked absolutely beautiful, and my will power crumbled.“I fought with myself the whole way here. I really should leave.”She smiled at me, still holding the door with one hand, and said, “I’m not forcing you,” turning away and letting go of the door.As it started to close, I placed my hand against it. I was still firmly on the outside and could’ve let it go and walked away. Instead, I held the door open and watched her walk away from the door. Her ass was moving back and forth, barely covered by the material of her panties. As if in a trance, I stepped through the door, allowing it to close behind me.Hearing the door close, she turned back towards it to see me standing there. Coming to me, she reached up and kissed me with that passion she always has. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as her arms wrapped around me, pulling me to her near-naked body. I couldn’t help but respond to this woman’s kiss and touch. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the nakedness off her back on my hands. Without a thought, they drifted until I was holding her ass, pulling her into me.I broke the kiss and started kissing along her perfect cheek until I reached her ear. I nibbled on her ear lobe before kissing down along her naked to her bare shoulder. This whole time her body was held tight against me as I massaged her ass in my hands. She moaned lightly as I nibble, kissed, and massaged her body. I’m sure she could feel hardening erection pressing against her. As I kissed her shoulder, I caught the strap of her bra in my teeth. Using only my teeth, I pulled it off her shoulder and down her arm before releasing it. I continued kissing down her arm until I was level to her breast. I moved to kiss the top of her breast. With the strap now hanging loose on her arm, the cup holding her breast had slipped downward. As I kissed, I could barely see just the edge of her hardening nipple. I worked my kisses along her breast until I was at the edge of her bra. Using my teeth, I caught the edge and dragged it below her nipple. As I did, my lips brushed the nipple, and she gasped loudly.