During the next week Sharon and I texted several times throughout each day sending sexy texts, and one evening we masturbated via FaceTime. Sharon was such a seductress. She really loosened up and seemed to really be enjoying her sexual awakening.

We met again at the Marriott the following week and she was giddy with excitement as we walked towards the lobby. “I’ve spent over $300 at Victoria’s Secret the past week. New bras, panties, and two new pieces of lingerie. And I found a couple of costumes online at Yandy.”

“Ooohhhh, costumes,” I said. “That sounds both fun and interesting.”

Sharon said, “Just wait a few minutes.”

Like last week, we checked in and went to the room. Sharon went into the bathroom to change, and I set up my music, wine, and water. I then took off all my clothes. Soon she knocked on the bathroom door, “Ready?”

I replied, “Very!”

Sharon stepped out in a sexy black dress that had horizontal rips exposing half of her skin. It had attached leggings in the same manner, and she wore black heels. Then I noticed her makeup, her eyes were now highlighted in dark shadow, and that cute little Amy Winehouse type of cat-eye. She held a flogger and a paddle. Fuuuuuck, she was smoking hot!

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Are those toys for you or me?” I asked.

“They’re ours,” she said with a wink.

“Sharon, you look stunning! Love the eye makeup too,” I told her.

She slowly walked across the room to the loveseat. We then repeated last week’s activities for two hours before enjoying a soapy sensual shower together. We kissed good-bye as she got into her eighty-thousand-dollar luxury Lexus SUV and she drove off.

Not wanting to get into a pattern, Sharon wanted to switch up the days and times when we would meet. Owning my own business, it didn’t matter much to me as I had trusted long term employees at my insurance office. All they knew was that I had a meeting and I’d be back in a few hours or the following day.

We begin meeting on either Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday, and also varied the time of day we'd meet, not wanting to get into a set pattern. She also started booking rooms around town at different hotels.

Our connection and friendship deepened over the next five months. One week when her husband was attending a conference, we jetted off to Seattle for three days. Having lived there years before, I showed her around the area, and we had a wonderful time visiting the Space Needle, Ballard Locks, Pike Street Farmers Market, and the downtown area.

During these five months, Sharon was buying me gifts like clothes, small items for my house, and tickets to Kings games. I kept offering to pay for the room, but she would always say, “I’m having so much fun, it is my treat.”

One day we had a room at the Downtown Hyatt overlooking the state capitol. She had arrived early, checked-in and had texted me the room number. When she opened the door, I knew something was off. When she’d go early before she’d always be in lingerie or a hot costume like the Naughty Nurse or French Maid.

We kissed and I entered the room.  As we sat on the bed, she said, “We need to talk. This might be our last date.”

I was confused. Why? What happened? All I could do was look at her and ask, “What the hell? What’s going on, Babe?”

Sharon told me she got a call from her oldest daughter, Tiffany, a day earlier. The daughter called her out, asking if she was having an affair. She told her daughter no, of course not. Tiffany told her, “Mom, did you forget we share our phone GPS locations with each other? You’ve been at random hotels the past four weeks, for over two hours each time.” Sharon tried to tell her she was meeting friends for lunch or drinks but Tiffany cut her off, “Mom, they don’t have a restaurant or bar at the Elk Grove Hampton’s Inn. I called to verify.” She was busted. We were busted.

As Sharon told me this my heart sunk. I was having the time of my life. A secret affair with an amazing woman, great fun sex, and no commitment. What could be better for a divorced guy? Deep down though I had developed real feelings. I daydreamed of Sharon leaving the lawyer and us taking our “relationship” public.

Sharon continued, “Before I could answer her Tiffany told me it was OK. She would not tell her dad or younger sister.”

The daughter told her that, “Dad never pays any attention to you. He works, comes home, has dinner, watches TV and goes to bed.”

Sharon said her head was spinning. “I didn’t know what to tell Tiffany. I did not want to admit to her about our affair, but she knew. She just didn’t know for how long.”

She said Tiffany broke the silence by telling her, “Mom, it is OK. I hope this man is good to you. And I hope he is good in bed, you deserve it!”

“I told Tiff that you are a good man, good to me, and that I haven’t had so much fun in bed since I was in college. I told her about how you brought out my ‘sexy MILF’ persona. I did not tell her anything about you other than you’re divorced and own your own business,” Sharon said.

She said Tiffany promised not to snoop anymore on the location map, but told her to be careful, saying Sacramento is still a small town. “You and Dad know so many people. Our schools, his firm, Northgate Country Club, Arden Hills Swim Club, and your various women’s groups. Just be super top-secret.”

I was deflated. Was this the end of our time together? Why did she get a room if she is just going to dump me? Now my head was spinning. This is not the way I saw the afternoon being played out. I looked up at Sharon, “So this is it? We’re done?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do” she said.

“I need a drink. Let’s go to the lobby bar,” I suggested.

“No, too public,” Sharon said. And she was right. “Did you bring wine? Open the wine.”

We proceeded to drink the entire bottle over the next hour as we talked, cried, and held each other. And then I dropped the bomb, “Sharon, I think I’m in love with you.”

“Scott, I’ve been in love with you for months. You make me feel so alive. I look forward to our dates,” Sharon said.

“So, what is our next move? What is YOUR next move?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I need time to figure this out,” she said.

Thinking that this was probably the point where I should leave, I told her, “OK, let me know what you decide. I’m going back to work.”

Sharon flipped a switch. “Oh no you’re not! If this is the end, I need you to make love to me one more time,” she said. “I want today to be special. Slow. Sensual. Erotic. Make me cum over and over, please.”

I stood up off the bed and pulled off my golf polo. Sharon undid my belt and pants and they dropped to the floor. My loafers were kicked to a corner, and I stepped out of my chinos. She took out my cock and kissed the head, looking me deeply in the eyes.

“Stand up, Babe,” I told her. Sharon was wearing a cute black and red blouse, which I unbuttoned and slipped off. Her boobs looked fabulous in her black lace bra. I unzipped her gray pencil skirt and gravity took it to the floor, sliding off her hips. Sharon stepped out of the skirt. “Keep on the stockings and stilettos,” I said as I unclasped her bra. Now only in her matching black lace g-string, I pushed her onto the bed.

We kissed for a good ten minutes, savoring each other’s mouths and tongues. My hands would go down and caress her tits and then return to holding her head as we kissed. Sharon reached down for my rock-hard cock and grabbed the head. “Mmmmm, that’s a lot of pre-cum,” she said as she licked her palm. I guess I had a leaky faucet.

I moved south and teased her breasts with my hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue. Moving slowly, as requested, I would alternate from touching, sucking, pinching, and licking her lovely MILF melons. “Sharon, may I eat your pussy?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yes,” was all she said. I pulled off her g-string and slowly parted her legs. The aroma of a hot, wet, turned-on pussy filled my nose. I started kissing the inside of her thighs midway from her knees and honey pot. Slowly nibbling one thigh and then the other, each time going a bit higher. “Oh, fuck, please stop teasing me. Lick my pussy, Scott.”

I started low at her taint and sloooooowly ran my velvet tongue from one end of her silky slit to the other. Her swollen lips looked like they need some attention, so I softly put my mouth over both and sucked gently, causing Sharon to grind her ass into the bed. My tongue went just a tad deeper this time, tasting more of her wetness. I slid in one finger, causing her to moan. “Do you like this?” I asked already knowing the answer. She groaned what I’m sure was a yes.

With a second finger in her hot box and my tongue doing its magic, Sharon was enjoying herself. Doing the “Come Here” finger move in her, I located her g-spot and her moans of pleasure got louder and deeper. I decided it is time for her to climax, so I finally focused on her clit. This caused her to grind her cunt into my face with the occasional bucking motion.

I felt her hands on the top of my head and she was pushing my face into her pleasure palace. As I began to flick my tongue on her clit she yelled, “Yes! Oh! My! God! YES!” Soon her body shook, and I felt a river of pussy juice run down my chin onto the sheets. As she enjoyed the wave of pleasure, I slowly pulled my fingers out of the grip of her clamped down pussy. “More. I want more,” Sharon said.

“You’ll get more. Right now, I want my cock sucked,” I commanded. I moved up and straddled her chest. She took my glistening cock into her mouth. As my hips slowly stroked deep into her mouth, I told her, “If this is our last time, you’re going to be walking funny tomorrow.” When I knew my dick was at full erection I pulled out, jumped off the side of the bed, moved to the bottom, and pulled her legs so her ass was just barely on the edge of the bed. “Pull your legs back!” I told Sharon.

I took my cock in hand and slid it up and down her slit. Then I slapped it on her lips and clit a few times.

As she looked at me she begged, “Give me that cock. Make love to me.”

I had different plans. I rammed by dick into her kitty and plunge deep and hard, jackhammering her pussy for about three minutes. “My little vixen likes it hard and rough, don’t you vixen?” I told her.

“Yes, I do. Damn, you are going so deep. Yes, fuck me hard and fast!” she whispered.

Over the next fifteen minutes, I moved her into four positions and just laid the wood to Sharon. As I was nailing her lying on our sides, I felt myself about to cum so I pulled out, shooting white streams of my spunk on her stomach. I told her, “I’m marking my territory! I own your pussy, not your husband.”

As I held her and came down from my orgasm, Sharon told me, “You do own my pussy. We’ve been together six months, meeting once a week. My husband has fucked me only four times during that same period. Thank God, I met you.”

Between the great sex and the wine, we both dozed off. About twenty minutes later I was abruptly woken up by Sharon saying, “Oh shit, it is six o'clock, I’m late,” as she bolted up from the bed. “I need to rinse off,” she said as she headed for the shower.

I slowly followed her into the bathroom. “May I join you?” I asked.

“No, I don’t have time for our usual soapy shower session,” she said with a tone in her voice.

I took a long pause, “OK, I get it. But so what if he gets home before you do? Are you going to be grounded?" I said sarcastically. I continued, "Tell him you lost track of time shopping at the Pavilions.”

“You don’t understand,” she said.

“Sharon, you know how much I care for you. If we’re done, I understand your decision. But you need to stand up for yourself,” I said. “You need to tell him you’re done being ignored and neglected. Tell him he needs to treat you better. Tell him he’s only fucked you four times in six months. Tell him you need more from him emotionally and sexually. Tell him you want to go to counseling. Otherwise, you’re going to be miserable in a week or two.”

The water was turned off and the shower curtain was pulled back. I could see it in her eyes. She knew I was right. “OK, I won’t rush home. Dinner is in the crockpot. Getting home ten minutes late should not be a big deal.”

I showered and got out to find Sharon just getting dressed. She did slow down. I half expected to find the room empty. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I was bit tough on you.”

Sharon looks at me and said confidently, “No, you are one hundred percent right. I need to take a stand.”

“No. I’m not saying throw it all away and leave him. Unless that is what you really want. But let me tell you what I learned from my divorce,” I told her. “If you don’t have that one hard conversation your marriage is doomed. You might not get divorced this year, but probably in the next year or two. And you will be miserable every single day.”

“You’re right. I have a lot to think about,” she told me. “Do me a favor, please do not text me for a few days while I figure all of this out.”

“OK, I get it,” I said.

Sharon was now done dressing and got off the bed. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, wondering if this was the last time we’d see each other. I held Sharon tight and whispered in her ear, “You’re a special woman who deserves to be treated like a queen. I’ll keep my distance until I hear from you.”

“Kiss me,” she said. We had a slow, sensual kiss. As we broke apart Sharon had a tear running down her cheek. She walked towards the door, turned around, and said, “Thanks for six great months,” and she left the room.

I sat on the bed and pondered what the future might hold. Ten minutes went by before I got dressed and headed down to the lobby. As I exited the elevator, I wandered toward the bar thinking to myself, should I get a drink or not. I then noticed a black and red blouse. Sharon was sitting at the bar.

Walking up from behind her I wondered what happened. Did she decide to not go home until later? Did she decide to divorce her husband? Was she hoping I’d see her?

I pulled out the barstool next to her and asked, “Is this seat taken?”

Sharon looked at me with a smile and said, “No, it is all yours. I’m Sharon, what is your name?” pretending not to know me. We proceeded to have two drinks over the next hour.

Her husband texted when he got home promptly at 6:30 PM. His first text was, “Where are you?”

She replied, “I’m running late. Dinner in crockpot. Eat without me.”

His second text read, “Are you leaving me?”

She replied, “I honestly don’t know.”

His final text was, “Please come home and we’ll talk.”

Her final reply read, “I’m at the Hyatt bar. Talking with a handsome lobbyist. Thinking about fucking him. Do you realize you’ve only touched me four times in six months? FOUR! Do not come down here.” Sharon turned off her phone.

After the second drink Sharon whispered, “Well, I guess I better go home. I’ll let you know what happens.” She stepped off her tall barstool, put her arms around me, gave me a big hug, and unexpectedly French kissed me. “Thanks for the advice,” and she walked off.

Stunned she had done this in public, I was speechless. The fifty-something female bartender saw this and casually walked over. “That was something for having just met. You two had chemistry.”

“Yeah, I wish I got her phone number,” I said.

The bartender laughed, “You’re not fooling me. I’ve seen you two leave together before. I see couples like you two all the time.”

I left the Hyatt and stopped at my favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner. I got home and started to watch TV as a diversion. A few minutes later I received a text from Sharon, “What is your address? I need a place to stay tonight.”

Thirty minutes later Sharon was at my door with a small bag. She told me about their talk. “I told him I needed more from him. We talked about the past decade and how we drifted apart. And then he asked if I was sleeping with anyone. I told him no.” She kind of shifted in her seat on the couch, “And then he tells me he’s been having an affair for the past ten months with a junior partner at the firm. But he wants us to work it out. I told him to fuck off and that I’d be back in the morning. Then I told him he needs to be fully out of the house by Sunday 4 PM.”

Sharon spent two nights at my place. She had no interaction with her husband. She did talk with both daughters to let them know what was happening. Tiffany promised not to say anything to anyone about her mother’s affair.

Over the next seven months Sharon worked on her divorce and we began dating publicly. Her daughters really accepted me well, and my kids were happy I had found a wonderful woman. Sharon sold her house post divorce and was unsure of her next step.

We went to dinner one night at The Firehouse, one of Sacramento’s finest restaurants. After dessert I got down on one knee and proposed. We got married two months later in mid-April on the beach in Carmel with a small group of family and close friends, including our four kids.

Wanting a fresh start with Sharon, I sold my home in South Land Park and we bought a beautiful newly remodeled home in the Wilhaggin area. The large backyard, swimming pool, and gourmet kitchen were the selling points for us as we both love to entertain.

We’re celebrating our ninth anniversary this month.

Thank You, Craigslist.

The End.