SERIAL FICTION
A Secret Rendezvous Of Their Flesh
Shadows Of Mayday #7: Anthony #1: Despite his loyalty to his marriage, he cannot keep his hands off Cassidy
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Anthony rushed out the door of the airport hotel and followed the signs to departures, where he had to check in for his flight back home. He flew in from London the night before and booked a bed for the night.
He could’ve flown home directly from London, but there was no way to explain that to his wife. She thought he’d been in Amsterdam for the last two weeks, running a business course. The truth was the course had lasted only five days, and the rest of the time he spent in London with Cassidy.
For the last six months, Cassidy had not only been his secretary, but also his lover. She was young and beautiful, full of life and fun and, most important, she loved sex.
Anthony couldn’t remember the last time he had sex with his wife. Not even his upcoming absence could move her into any kind of intimacy with him.
Despite being in an almost sexless marriage, Anthony didn’t want to leave his wife. Some of his mates stayed in their unhappy marriages because of their children, but Anthony didn’t do it for the same reason. No, Anthony stayed with his wife because when he forgot about the lack of sex, they were the perfect loving couple. He still loved her as much as he did from the moment they had met, despite her lack of desire.
Anthony had a healthy appetite for sex. If his wife didn’t want to give him what he needed, he had to look for it outside the marriage. That was his reasoning and the way he soothed his conscience every time he fucked Cassidy.
If his wife should ever find out about his affair, their loving marriage would end. She would never tolerate his infidelity. That was something she had made clear long before their sex life declined.
Anthony caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he rode the lift to the next floor.
He was an attractive man. All his adult life he had taken good care of his body, trying to compensate for the facial scars left by teenage acne. He wore a dark gray suit, off-white shirt and a tie with off-white, dark gray and blue stripes. The streaks of silver in his dark brown hair gave him a sophisticated look.
Anthony knew if it weren’t for his looks and the position he had in the company, Cassidy wouldn’t have paid him a second glance. He was more than double her age. Another thing Anthony understood was their affair would be over as soon as Cassidy found someone higher up the corporate ladder she could fuck.
Anthony found the desk where he had to be. He joined the check-in line and they shuffled forward in a slow, but steady pace, his thoughts wandering off again.
Cassidy caught Anthony’s attention because of her appearance.
She was one of five women who applied for the job as his secretary. Even though she had not been the candidate with the best papers, her model-like appearance landed her the job. With her tall, slender body she could easily have made it to the catwalk. The high-heeled shoes she always wore accentuated her long legs. Her straight, shiny blond hair just touched the upper rounding of her buttocks. Sometimes she wore it to the front, where it covered her full, round breasts.
Every day it seemed like she went to the beauty parlor before she came to the office. Her eye make-up was perfectly done and her full lips always showed a soft shade of pink lipstick. Cassidy carried herself in a way evident from what she had learned at the finishing school in France. To top off her appearance, she always spoke in a soft, melodious voice.
Once she had started working for Anthony, he learned more about her.
Her father had recently lost most of their money on the stock exchange, which pushed them to sell their house in the suburbs and move to an apartment in the city. All friends of her parents disappeared when they were out of money and not able to entertain the same way they had done before.
Cassidy was a fighter and determined to make a success of her career as an executive secretary, even if it meant fucking her way to the top.
The opportunity for Anthony to run the business course abroad presented itself unexpectedly. A colleague of Anthony was supposed to be the trainer, but he fell ill and the managing director ordered Anthony to take his place. Anthony had only one week to prepare for the trip and to work out his notes.
Cassidy worked long days to help him with the preparations. Without her, he wouldn’t have been able to do it. During the evenings when they worked together, a plan formed in Anthony’s mind.
He gave his secretary time off during his absence, but what no one else knew was he also gave her a ticket to fly to London, including a hotel reservation. She would leave two days after Anthony’s departure to Amsterdam.
Anthony told his wife he had to be in Amsterdam a couple of days on either side of the course, first to prepare and then to wrap up. However, after only five days in Amsterdam, on the evening of the day that the course ended, Anthony flew to London.
Together with Cassidy he checked into a four-star hotel just on the other side of Westminster Bridge from the Big Ben. Their room had a spectacular view over Thames and the monumental parliament building.
Cassidy’s hotel was on the other side of the Thames, close to the Victoria Embankment. Her room was paid for one more week, just like Anthony’s hotel in Amsterdam. Cassidy moved in with Anthony for the rest of the eight days they would be in London.
Anthony arrived in London just after noon. Cassidy already waited for him in the lobby of their hotel. The moment the door of their room closed behind them, they were all over each other.
He trapped Cassidy between his body and the door, kissing her hard and passionate while his hands grabbed her skirt and pulled at it. His erection hurt with longing when he found her naked sex. She wore no panties, only a garter belt and stockings. His fingers entered her waiting sex.
Cassidy fumbled with his belt and pants and finally succeeded in pushing his pants down and then his underpants. Her hand closed around his hard cock and she swung her right leg up around his hips.
Anthony understood what she wanted.
He wanted to the same.
With urgency in their movements, as if their ways had to part soon, she guided him inside her. He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her onto him. Cassidy swung her other leg around him too and put her arms around his neck.
Anthony’s knees bent as he pushed into Cassidy, bobbing her up and down on his cock. Cassidy squealed as he slammed into her repeatedly. The pain of her leg and arm muscles screaming for release mixed with the pleasure of his thick cock filling her wet pussy. Anthony abruptly stopped moving when he climaxed deep inside Cassidy.
Their position made it almost impossible for Cassidy to climax. Anthony awkwardly carried her to the bed, her arms and legs still around him and his pants around his ankles. He dropped her on the bed, and her hand instantly disappeared between her legs.
Anthony loved to watch her touch herself and Cassidy loved to give a show.
He kicked off his pants, pulled the desk chair closer to the bed, and sat back to enjoy the performance. Cassidy had two fingers in her cunt, moving them in and out. His semen covered her fingers, which she soon spread to her erect clitoris. She loved teasing herself by softly touching her flesh, sending a tingly sensation through her loins, but Cassidy didn’t like climaxing by clitoral stimulation only. She preferred penetration, whether by fingers, cock or a toy.
Cassidy spread her legs wide, tightening the muscles in her upper legs. She pushed three fingers into her pussy and fucked herself at a steady pace. Her fingers moved back to her clitoris and teased the bundle of nerve endings for seconds before she finger-fucked herself again.
Over and over she did this and as Anthony watched, he caught onto the rhythm of her movements.
Her breathing got heavier; her moaning louder.
Her free hand moved to her breasts, kneading them, crushing them, hurting them. The hand between her legs moved faster.
In. Out. In out. In out. Rub-rub-rub. In. Out. In. Out.
Anthony almost lost track of her movements. He loved when she showed off like this. She knew her body well and was confident in sharing this intimacy with him.
In-out-rub-rub. In-out-rub-rub. In-out-in-out-in.
Cassidy drew in her breath and her back arched. Her orgasm squirted from her body as she climaxed. Fluids landed on the bed and on the floor. Cassidy cupped her pussy with both hands, trying to still the throbbing.
Anthony lay down next to her.
His cock was ready for the next round.
Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #8
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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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