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*quot;Well, this is it!*quot; Malcolm plopped his bag onto the bed. Arms outstretched as if he were showing off his own home. Lindsay followed him into the room, bag still in her hands.*quot;This isn't too bad, I guess.*quot; She teased.*quot;You guess?*quot; Malcolm retorted back. *quot;Considering the hotel and where we're at, I'd say we got a pretty good room.*quot; Lindsay looked around once more. A king bed, walk-in shower, TV, desk, all the fixings of a regular hotel room, except a little bit fancier than the regular.*quot;I guess,*quot; she teased again. She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. *quot;I guess, you like to spend a little extra for your women, don't you?*quot; Her hands slowly traveled down his torso to his belt loop.*quot;If by my women, you mean Isabella and you.*quot; You. There was a certain inflection. A tone when he said it. Not bad, but hard to place by what he meant with 'you.' Lover? Mistress?*quot;What do you mean by 'you?'*quot; she asked. Malcolm turned around in her arms, resting his hands on her lower back.*quot;I mean you. Lindsay Moore.*quot;*quot;Well,*quot; she looked down. *quot;Isabella is your wife, and Lindsay Moore is what? Your babysitter, your former student's girlfriend?*quot; She looked back up at him now, a twinkle in her eye. This affair had been going on for almost two months now. Malcolm, coming home early on days that Lindsay was babysitting Henry, so they could fuck like rabbits before Isabella got home. There was always a twinge of guilt tugging at Lindsay's heart whenever she saw her. She was so nice, smart, and beautiful. How could Malcolm want more when he had her? But Lindsay didn't want to know why he wanted more. She wanted him, more than she wanted Alex. It wasn't love, just pure lust. Her needs not being met by her sweetheart, not having the stomach to tell him, break his heart, and shatter his world by giving him the knowledge that she's been cheating on him by fucking one of his favorite college teachers in all of existence. That same twinge of guilt tugged on her heart whenever she thought about Alex. He was so sweet, caring, handsome, but incredibly naïve. The fact that he hadn't asked, picked up or noticed why they'd been spending less and less time together since she started babysitting for the Richters. Not only babysitting for them, but fucking Mr. Richter in the process.Afternoons before Isabella got home were the only real time they could make to fuck each other. Anything outside of the Richter's home would seem too suspicious. Another reason why she wouldn't break up with Alex. Even though he hadn't picked up on Beylikdüzü escort bayan anything thus far, the fear that he might. The fear that anyone might. This was the first time, her and Malcolm went out of town to have sex. It would be the first time having sex outside of the Richter house even. Just them. No worries. No school, no boyfriends, no wives, no kids, no work, not anything. Just them. Just the two of them to pleasure and fuck the other to their heart's content.Arms still wrapped around him, Lindsay moved them from his belt loop, caressing his back. *quot;What am I?*quot; she continued. *quot;Your mistress? Your lover?*quot; She began tracing one of her fingers back around, down towards his pants. *quot;Your slut?*quot; she asked, inches from his face. *quot;Your fuck toy?*quot; She traced her index finger along his growing member. She could feel him stiffening in his pants. *quot;Cum slut? Cum dump?*quot; She was whispering in his ear now, her finger graduated from tracing itself along his member to grabbing it through his pants.Malcolm's hands reached down, clasping both of her ass cheeks in his fingers. She leaned into him, shuddering as he did. *quot;Where's all this talk coming from?*quot; he asked. *quot;You must be horny as hell right now, huh?*quot;Lindsay took one of his hands, shoving it down her pants, making him feel her womanhood. Malcolm ran his fingers along her already wet slit. He could slip a finger inside if he wanted, but he didn't. He just kept rubbing her cave's entrance. Lindsay was already wet. *quot;You tell me,*quot; she teased.Malcolm smiled. *quot;Someone's ready.*quot; He continued rubbing that sweet spot, Lindsay melted into his arms, her grip still around the tent that had perched itself up in his pants. She began undoing his belt, breathing heavily as he continued to rub. She let out a yelp as she felt Malcolm slip a finger inside, rubbing the soft wetness of her walls. She brought his pants down, letting his fully erect mast spring forth at full attention. Malcolm had pulled Lindsay's pants off her now, backing her up to the bed, finger still inside. He slipped in another finger, rubbing faster as Lindsay wrapped her own fingers around Malcolm's shaft, her wrist moving up and down. He grunted at the stimulation, his stroking of Lindsay's walls became faster.*quot;Keep going,*quot; Lindsay told him. She put a hand on his shoulder as that welcomed and newly familiar tingling began to climb its way through her body, slowly giving way to more pleasurable sensations. *quot;Oh my god, Malcolm, you got some magic fucking Escort Beyoğlu fingers.*quot; Her fingernails dug into his shoulder through his shirt.*quot;That's what Isabella told me in college.*quot; That building pleasure hit Lindsay like a wall, moans erupting from her throat as her body began to shake in the wake of it. Her juices covering his digits. He pulled them out, inserting them into her mouth, making Lindsay taste herself. He leaned in, planting a kiss of his own, before pulling her closer to him. He loomed over her, half-naked. Pants and boxers on the ground while his shirt remained on. Lindsay was the same way. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her pants and panties on the floor, shirt still covering her torso.Malcolm pulled her towards him. His grip, firm on her thighs as he spread her legs a bit wider. Her wet warm slit was open, ready, and inviting. Lindsay still held his length in her hands. Stroking him even harder, their eyes not breaking from the other. *quot;I'm going to fuck you,*quot; his tone was commanding. He was telling her what he was going to do. She smiled at him, her chest rising and falling in quick successive breaths at the anticipation.*quot;Fuck me,*quot; she pleaded, looking down at his cock which was in her hands. She guided the swollen purple head to her entrance. Pre-cum already leaking, the sticky substance getting between her fingers. With one quick thrust of his hips, Malcolm was inside. Lindsay gasped as she felt the fullness of his length penetrate deep inside her. He continued looking down at her, his eyes boring into hers as he jerked his hips, thrusting inside her again. His grip was firm on her legs, he did it again, watching her tits bounce inside her shirt with his thrusts. Not being able to hold himself back, Malcolm began rocking his hips, jerking them back and forth as he continued to plunge deep inside her. Harder, faster with every thrust. There was no grace to this. No sensual love just pure fucking. That's what he told her he'd do.He continued slamming into her, their bodies slapping together as the bed began to creak and rock back and forth, in motion with his thrusts. *quot;Oh my god! Malcolm, Malcolm fuck me! Yes, yes! Oh my god, fuck yes!*quot; Malcolm continued to watch as Lindsay's hands flew back, tightly gripping the comforter, partially pulling it over the bed. Her tits visibly bouncing inside her shirt. Her head thrown back, moaning out cries of ecstasy. *quot;Just like that Malcolm! Fuck me just like that! Fuck my pussy, my pussy has been aching Bomonti escort for your cock! Fuck me harder!*quot; Malcolm did as she requested. He plowed into her, shoving in his entire length with every thrust, her pleasurable cries driving him into a frenzy. He reached out, grabbing one of her breasts in his hand, gripping it like a vice while tingling quickly built up in his loins, traveling along his length. He couldn't take it, he couldn't hold it back any longer. With one more thundering thrust, Malcolm exploded inside her. His cock pulsing as he shot his white warm liquid inside her love tunnel. Taking a step back, Malcolm withdrew, the site of Lindsay on her back, legs spread, his cum inside her pussy, made his semi-erect member twitch. Nearly giving it new life. Lindsay looked up at him, breathing heavy, she bit her lip. *quot;I've been needing that.*quot;Malcolm took his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. Walking over to the bed, he fell down next to Lindsay, the mattress bouncing them up and down as he landed. *quot;Did you now?*quot; he asked. Tracing a finger up along her thigh, Lindsay gasped as Malcolm's finger journeyed from her thigh, past her well-trimmed bush, before stopping at her stomach, resting his hand there. *quot;Are you and Alex no longer having sex?*quot; Lindsay sighed, rolling over to meet Malcolm's gaze.*quot;It's not that we stopped. It's more...*quot; She paused to think. Malcolm's hand now rested on her hip, gently rubbing her bum. *quot;It's more of it doesn't feel as satisfying as it used to be.*quot; Malcolm continued holding her gaze, letting her know that he was listening. *quot;Don't get me wrong. He's sweet and gentle, but it's like he's forgotten how to pleasure me and what I like. He will on occasion, but those instances are few and far in between. As soon as we start having sex, his brain seems to go on autopilot and he fucks me until he's done. I don't cum, I don't get to finish, and we're just done. Not like this though, this is different.*quot;*quot;How is this different? Have you talked to him about it?*quot; Malcolm continued rubbing her bum, rubbing his hand down along her toned thighs, and up along her side.*quot;This is different because you listen to what I want, and you give it to me. Racking my body in pleasure. No, I haven't talked to him about it, because we started this.*quot;*quot;What is this?*quot;*quot;I don't know, you tell me,*quot; she said coyly. Her face was inches from his now, her breath brushing against his skin. Her hand slowly reached over towards his deflated mast.*quot;This is an affair. At least it is for me. Cheating for both of us.*quot;*quot;Sounds a lot less fun when you say it out loud,*quot; Lindsay joked. *quot;You asked me about Alex, but why are you pursuing this with me when you have Isabella? She seems to be the whole package.*quot; At the mention of his wife's name, Lindsay could feel Malcolm's length steadily begin to grow in her hand.