Kenny Wright
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Never Too Late to Play: Layovers 5
🕑 Added 2024-12-27 14:00:13 +0000 UTC
Penultimate chapter is here (and the real climax). Hope you've enjoyed this drawn out journey. I know some of you were eager for something quicker or dirtier. My goal with this book was to create something that a husband could hand his wife and say, "Here, this is how I feel about being a hotwife." I think I've done that. In any case, enjoy this ride!
Chapter 8
Leaving the family restroom in an airport, alone, dressed in an LBD and her makeup done, would have been equal parts embarrassing and nauseating—changing in a public restroom wasn’t the most sanitary thing to do. Julianna didn’t care. She was practically vibrating as she got ready for her date.
Changing at the airport wasn’t part of the initial plan. Hell, this second layover hadn’t been part of the plan. She was going to wear the same jeans that she wore flying out, along with a nice, yet inconspicuous, blouse.
But Stephen had suggested a dress, and once he had, her mind started to turn on how to make that happen. She wasn’t going to go to the airport in a hot little black dress. She wasn’t a call girl, and the idea of traveling in one wasn’t great.
So she’d carefully packed her LBD into her carryon, along with her makeup kit and a pair of black, heeled sandals. At least the family bathroom was clean.
“Family” bathroom. She snorted at the thought, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Black stockings with lace-trimmed tops, black garter belt, matching black bra and thong, heels that made her legs look spectacular.
The flight had taken forever to taxi to the terminal, eating into her four hours and twenty-eight minute layover. It had seemed like an age when she’d shifted her flights around. Now, it didn’t seem like enough time.
Still, Julianna took her time to do her makeup and make sure she looked her best. When she exited the bathroom, she half-expected a disapproving family waiting for her on the other side. No one paid her any mind. She was just another traveler.
Between the taxi delay and her wardrobe change, she was already running 45 minutes behind—a precious 45 minutes lost. She arranged for a car to pick her up, and since she’d been here before, she knew exactly where to go, but even still…
Getting a car now!
She texted Anthony first, then her husband. Her anxiety levels were high enough that she didn’t realize how much of a kick Stephen would probably get out of that. Was this really happening? Was she really going to do this?
There was traffic. Of course. She checked her watch as the pressure and her anxiety ramped up and up.
Stephen didn’t bombard her with texts as she suffered, and she was grateful for that. Instead, he sent her a single, reassuring response.
[Stephen]: Relax. Breathe. Enjoy.
She did as instructed, and it helped… only to be disrupted all over again when her other man wrote: Come up to room 1295.
Just like that, a room. The text sucked the air from her lungs. Time stood still for a hollow moment before crashing forward. One moment, she was in the back of the rideshare car. The next, she was crossing the lobby of the Marriott, her heels clicking on the polished floor.
Her stomach rose with the elevator. A couple stepped on just as the doors were closing. She smiled at them, but refused to meet their eyes, worried that they knew exactly what she was doing—that she was about to meet a man for sex. She covered her rings. They got off before she did.
Her heart only started to calm down as she arrived at room 1295. Things were in motion now. She’d crossed the void. The hardest parts were all behind her. She knocked on the door, feeling light as a feather.
On a whim, she reached out and covered the peephole on the door. She heard him moving behind it, checking to see who was there, possibly, and encountering nothing but black. She heard the deadbolt slide open and took a steadying breath.
He opened the door, and there he stood, as impeccably dressed as she’d come to expect. This time, he had a cool-casual vibe going—a light sport coat over a pink shirt and dark pants.
“Is this the Admiral’s Club?” she asked him.
He chuckled, his eyes scanning her. “If that’s what you were expecting, it absolutely is.”
Julianna pulled her roller bag into the hotel room, brushing right up against him, buoyed on a cloud of giddiness. “A man not afraid to wear pink…” She ran her fingers along the pink square of silk that was tucked into his breast pocket. “Very sexy.”
She splayed her fingers out over his chest, pressing her palm into him. His body felt like granite, hard and toned. Going up onto her toes, she kissed his cheek, just as smooth as last time…
As last time, when he’d pushed his tongue into her mouth, when he’d filled her head with the heady scent of his cologne. She drew back from the more innocent kiss, and their eyes met. He was thinking the same thing. They both laughed at once.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” he offered.
“I would love one.”
She followed him into the room, her chest tightened when she saw the neatly made king size bed. This was really happening!
“That’s some dress,” he said. He poured her a glass of red from the minibar.
“Why thank you.”
For the first time since they’d met, Anthony was speechless. Or, rather, he looked like he had something to say, but decided to just smile instead.
She raised a brow. “What?”
“When you weren’t here, right away, I convinced myself that you weren’t coming at all,” he said.
“Sorry. Best laid plans and all that…”
“How much time do we have?”
She checked her watch. “Just over three hours.”
Julianna could barely contain her excitement. It had been building since their first kiss, so long ago, growing with each exchange and encounter, with each new dress that she tried on, with each long shower in LA. And here she was, standing next to another man in a hotel room with a bed splayed out before them.
“We don’t have to do anything, Julianna. We can go down to the bar and just talk.”
She smiled—first to herself, then to him. “You trying to get out of it now that you realize I’m an old woman?”
“You need to stop with that. You’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met. And I promise I’m not just saying that to get into your pants.”
“Good, because I don’t want to just talk.” She drained her glass in one, long gulp. “And I’m done wasting time.”
Anthony scooped her into his arms, finally unleashing all that feverish, rabid passion. They kissed like they’d done at the airport. They kissed like they talked about kissing over the last few months. They kissed with all the promise of an uninterrupted evening of fun.
“This dress…” Anthony groaned, running his hands down her back and up between them, finding her breasts. “Your body is unbelievable.”
She caressed him right back, slipping her hand inside of his jacket. “Let’s see what you’ve got, yourself.”
Together, they pulled off the jacket. When he started to open his shirt, she took a couple steps back and started to play with the hem of her dress. He fumbled with his buttons when she lifted it enough to tease the tops of her stockings again.
He opened his shirt. She nibbled on her lower lip. “So that pic wasn’t a Photoshop,” she said, admiring his broad chest and the sparse crop of salt-and-pepper curls. She appreciated a man who took care of himself and Anthony definitely took care of himself. “Neither was mine.”
Reaching behind her back, she unzipped her dress. She locked eyes with Anthony, encouraged by his look of hunger. With a shimmy and a tug, it pooled around her heels, leaving her exposed in nothing but her black, lacy lingerie.
“Incredible.”
Julianna felt the tingly thrill of being so exposed. She didn’t consider herself an exhibitionist, but moments like this were always electric. It helped that Anthony finished pulling off his shirt.
They came together again, hands now unfettered as they caressed and explored all that newly exposed skin. “Incredible,” Anthony said again as he cupped her thong-clad butt.
They kissed again, deep and wet, exploring in the low light of the hotel room. When she finally found his cock, she said, “Very nice, Anthony.”
“Now don’t you wish I sent you dick pics?”
Julianna burst out laughing, resting her forehead on his shoulder. It lightened the mood, but didn’t diminish the passion either of them felt. “You just wanted to get nudies of me.”
He scooped her up into his arms with surprising ease and walked her over to the bed. “Who me? Nah! Nothing beats the real thing.”
They continued to kiss once on the bed. More clothes came off—Anthony’s pants, Julianna’s bra. He couldn’t resist her nipples, hard and swollen. “Oh, that’s…” She sighed, running his fingers through his close-cropped hair. “That’s good…”
Anthony’s hands weren’t idle. He ran them down her stomach, out her hip, tracing the garter belt and suspenders that held her stockings. “Have I told you that you’re incredible yet?”
She giggled. “You may have mentioned it.”
With his fingers, he admired the lace band at the top of her stockings before tracing them up between her thighs. “I can feel your heat.” He grazed his teeth across her nipple as his fingers pressed against her mound, only the lacy thong protecting her
The protection didn’t last. Pushing it aside with an impatience that they both felt, he found her pussy at last, moist and ready for him.
“Uhhh…”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned as he ran his fingers over her landing strip. He quickly sank a forefinger into her smooth slit and brushed her clit with his thumb.
Her gasps tripped free, a breathy stutter as she arched her back and opened her legs.
They shed more clothes—her thong, Anthony’s boxers. When she went to push the garter belt over her hips, he touched her hand. “Leave them. They’re sexy.” He ran his fingers down between her legs, rubbing her mound. “Everything about you is sexy.”
Anthony shifted up her body, kissing across her collarbone and along the side of her neck.
“Go on,” he whispered. “Touch it.”
She hadn’t yet. Not directly. It was like a decadent dessert that she hadn’t convinced herself to taste. Anthony guided her hand to him, nudging her to try.
“Touch it,” he repeated. “I know you want to.”
It was warm and hard, larger than her husband’s. Thicker, too. She was already wondering what that would feel like inside of her, even before she fully closed her fingers around all that girth. It throbbed in her hand, and the two of them shared a laugh.
“It likes that,” he said.
Julianna looked up at him, brushed her hair back, and said, “Then it’s going to love this…”
WIth that, she dipped her head into his lap and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Anthony gasped, rocking his hips up into her face. She was ready for it, slithering her tongue back and forth along the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Julianna was a pleaser. She enjoyed giving her husband blowjobs because she knew how much he enjoyed it. She also enjoyed the power that it gave her. Anthony was no different in that regard. In all others, he was so different.
“Look at me,” he said.
When she glanced up at his body, his cock still sliding in and out of her mouth, he was staring right back at her. She choked. There was so much intensity, directed right down at her. His eyes weren’t closed. He wasn’t lost in the sensation alone. He was focused on her.
“You have amazing eyes, Julianna.” His voice was strained, like leather stretched taut over muscle. “I love a woman who makes eye contact.”
Watching him like that, there was no way she could deny what she was doing. She was with another man. She was going to have sex with another man.
And she couldn’t wait.
“I’m close,” Anthony rasped.
She nodded, but didn’t pull off. She bobbed faster, teasing him with the back of her throat. When she gagged and choked again, she pulled off. “Sorry, sorry.”
Anthony only shook his head. It’s good. It’s good, he seemed to say.
She went back to work, jerking him with both hands, fondling his balls, watching as his orgasm overwhelmed him. It was as profound and beautiful as a sunrise. His brow creased, his mouth gaped, and all at once—
“Nghh!”
—he was filling her mouth with his hot come. So much come. She couldn’t hold it all in her mouth.
“Swallow,” he said. “I want to watch you swallow.”
The focus was back on her, like a spotlight she hadn’t realized that she’d stepped into—a spotlight that she loved. With her eyes locked on Anthony’s, she released his dick and swallowed his load, brushing the dollop of escaped come back into her mouth with her fingers.
She smacked her lips as she straightened up. “Guys like that?”
“Watching a hot woman swallow? Yes. Yes we really do.”
“Interesting.”
“My turn.” Anthony laid her onto her back and crawled down between her legs. “You’re so wet.” He kissed the narrow stripe of hair just above her clit. “And this is so hot.”
“What? Most mommies my age don’t shave?”
He lapped along her bare pussy lips. “No.”
Even the way this man ate her was different from Stephen. His cheeks were smoother on her thighs. His technique was more demanding. He encouraged her to drape her legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, my…” She shuddered as he ravaged her, his tongue alive and aflutter across her sex. “Oh, my… God!”
As her orgasm began to peak, he pressed harder between her legs, lifting her hips up off the bed. She groaned at the pure physicality of the moment. Oral sex had never felt this hardcore. He slid his hands down her body, cupping and caressing her tits. And he timed it all so perfectly. Just as she was about to crest, he pinched her nipples. Her breath caught, her brain hiccuped. It was just hard enough to feel good and sharp and different.
And yet when she did come, her throat raw from all the moaning, she wasn’t ready to be done. She wanted more. She wanted all that this man had to offer.
Anthony was happy to oblige. “I’m going to fuck you now.” His voice was low and hungry, his gaze playing across her sweat-slick curves. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.” Her voice nearly shook. She wanted it so badly. Reaching between them, she grabbed his dick and tugged him closer. He was hard again, and if anything, even thicker than before. She trembled as she looked him in the eyes. Drawing him against her pussy, she said, “I want you to fuck me.”
It didn’t take much. She was soaking wet, welcoming all that thick, new cock. Kissing her first new man after thirty years had been weird. Going down on another man after thirty years had been thrilling. Feeling a new cock enter her after all those years was like taking that first drop in a roller coaster while blindfolded.
“Uhhh!” She arched her back as he spread her open, feeling like a warm bar of steel. “That’s… ohhh!”
“You feel… so…” Anthony sighed. “...good…”
She ran her hands over his back, intending to just touch, to caress, to be gentle. Somewhere along the way, though, the animal in her took over. She clawed at his ass, encouraging him to take her deeper. She needed him. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.
Their mouths found one another, the kiss sloppy and awkward and impassioned. “Fuck me,” she whispered as he buried his face in her hair. “Fuck me with that nice, big dick.”
Anthony did as ordered. Breathing heavily into her neck, he began to take her in earnest, smothering her with his fit frame.
“Yes! Yes! That’s it. That’s… it!” She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him with her thighs and driving her heels into his buttocks. “I’m close. I’m so… I’m so close!”
“Let it out, Julie.” Not a name anyone called her—anyone but Anthony. “Come. Come now. I want to feel how tight you get.”
“Ahh, God! I’m… I’m… ahh!”
It was too much. All of it. Every thick, throbbing inch. She dug her nails into his shoulders, overcome by the sudden urge to tear this man apart. For one fleeting moment, she nearly bit his ear. Instead, she just crested, her body taut and arching, arching, arching back into the bed as her world turned to fire.
And Anthony wasn’t done. He fucked her through her orgasm, pulled out, and flipped her onto all fours and entered her from behind. She’d barely recovered when he was fucking her again, turning her inside out in the best possible way.
Stephen didn’t fuck her like this. No man had ever fucked her like this. It was hard and heated, physical in a way that she wasn’t sure she was capable of with her husband. His hands were all over her ass. She felt the pressure down her spine, his fingers tangling up in her dark hair. When he tugged, just enough that she felt a lick of pain, she gasped. Stephen never pulled her hair. She never thought that she’d like it, yet she did.
“Uh!”
With Anthony, she was discovering so many new things that she never knew she liked.
“Fuck me, Anthony!” Her order spurred him on. One hand in her hair, the other clutching her hip, he rode her hard, hitting places that Stephen couldn’t. Even behind her, even out of sight, there was no doubt how different he was. “Yes… yes… do me harder… harder!”
Julianna was coming again. She was caught in a fever, too hot, too wet, too delirious to think straight. She wanted pleasure. She wanted carnality. She wanted Anthony.
“Come, Anthony!” she cried. “Come!”
“Oh, Julie! Oh… you’re so… ahhh!” And he was there, with her, liquid heat flooding through her. She should have made him wear a condom. She shouldn’t have fucked him bareback like this, but oh…my…god…she was so glad that she had.
“Yes! Yes! Give it to me!”
“Take it! Take it, Julianna!”
He was a jackhammer behind her, driving into her like a statement—I am not your husband, and I can fuck for hours.
When they came down from the high of their mutual orgasms, Julianna crumpled forward, Anthony sliding into place behind her. He softened inside of her.
“That… was…” Her breathing was heavy, like she’d just finished a heavy lifting set. She laughed to herself. “Did we just do that?”
Anthony spooned close to her, kissing the sweaty nape of her neck. “And I hope we do it again.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, still skeptical that any of this was real. “Now I know this must be a dream. You’ve already come twice.”
He shifted enough so he could kiss her again. He fondled her tits, coaxing them back to their erect points. Incredibly, as he did so, she felt him begin to stiffen against her ass.
“Really?” she asked incredulously.
He just grinned. “What can I say? You’re an inspiration, Julianna.”
They made out some more, their slick bodies once again entwined. Kissing turned to more. She went down on him, tasting herself and not caring. The feeling of his cock hardening against her tongue was so good. She made sure to look up at him, to watch his arousal build until he was hard enough to fuck again.
“You like that cock, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” she hummed around his dick. She did. She loved it. She didn’t want to give it up. Who knew it would be this good?
“Up here, Julie,” he prompted. “As good as your mouth feels, I’d rather feel something else wrapped around me.”
They rearranged themselves. They were running out of time. Julianna knew it, but didn’t want to look at the clock. She was beyond caring about the flight. She just wanted to feel more of this man inside of her.
“Uhhh, that’s so good,” she groaned as he sank into her one last time. He was on top of her again, his toned body smothering her. He held her hands above her head and stared down at her as he drove his hips home.
Julianna spread her legs, squeezing her knees into his sides as he drove and drove and drove. “Fuck me!” she squealed. “Fuck me!”
Her ears rang with her own cries and his moans. Their skin slapped. Their lust went off like a screaming kettle. It was overload. It was so good, so much, so everything.
So loud that she didn’t hear her phone alarm. Not at first. Not until it grew shrill enough to cut over their moans. “What is that?” Anthony grunted, slowing his pace.
“I don’t—OH!” Her phone. For a moment, she thought it was her husband again, hitting the alarm, bumbling into the scene again. But no, it was her own alarm. Her flight! “My flight! I need to go!”
Neither was sure who started laughing first, but before they knew it, they were in one another’s arms, laughing as the alarm blared somewhere amidst all of their discarded clothing.
Anthony climbed off of her and recovered her phone, silencing it before handing it over. He didn’t try to convince her to stay and skip her flight. He knew the score. He also knew this wasn’t the last time they’d be getting together.
She checked her messages, surprised to see only two from her husband.
[Stephen]: Watch the time. Don’t want to miss your flight. Or maybe you do and that’s fine too!
[Stephen]: I ordered you an Uber just in case you lost track of time. He should be down there at 10:54.
The love she felt for her husband in that moment was profound.
[Julianna]: So thoughtful. Here’s a reward.
She went over to the bed, where Anthony was watching her. Holding the camera out, she took a selfie of herself, naked, with an equally naked man behind her.
“Mind if I send this to my husband?”
“Only if you agree to see me again.”
“Deal.” She kissed him, sent the photo off, then started to get dressed. She didn’t bother with the dress, pulling her jeans and shirt from her carry-on.
She couldn’t stop smiling every time she looked his way. Pulling her shirt over her head, she went over to him on the bed. “Thank you for a wonderful time. I know it’s been a long journey—”
“But it’s been worth the wait,” he finished for her.
They kissed again, his hand pawing at her breasts. And because of that, she reached down and groped at his still-erect cock. “Sorry to leave you like this.”
“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me somehow.”
She smirked at him. “I have a few ideas in mind.” She jerked him a few strokes before kissing him one last time.
Her phone buzzed. Stephen again.
[Stephen]: You did it? So hot! I want to know all about it, but you need to get going!
“Time to go,” she said.
Anthony got up, following her to the door, still naked. “Next time you’re back in town, stay the night.”
The idea was thrilling. “Puts a whole new meaning into the word ‘layover.’ Bye, Anthony.”
“Goodbye, Julie.”
He pulled her against her, kissing her again. She felt his dick against her and just couldn’t resist reaching down and touching it. He was still so hard… and tempting… and she really needed to go…
The reclamation will come in the final chapter, posted next Tuesday (New Years Eve!).
Comments
Greg
Compelling journey. Julianna has tasted the forbidden fruit now. Oh the possibilities. The men, the cities, the hotels….no cheap motels for Julianna.’s adventures. How many tentative wives become voracious hotwives once the cherry is popped so to speak. No, I see incredible potential in Julianna and her new friends.
Kevin Goodman
We don't know where this story is going. Will she continue to be a hotwife? Maybe Anthony turns out to be an arrogant prick? Juliana may be one and done.....I'm looking forward to finding out
Bill F Protagoras
With this particular story's beginning I have no doubt he could... After all Rose Bloomed most propitiously and edgily without any call for an alternate ending... to cite only one extremely popular example...
Nick Krueger
I believe Kenny can figure it out if he chose to write an alternate ending.
Bill F Protagoras
Alternate takes ARE fun though, Chris, and also poignant betimes.
Bill F Protagoras
Alternate endings are usually a cop out, lack of conviction, burning a work at both ends. Unless the author has the ingenuity skill and sophistication of John Fowles in his masterpiece of metafiction "The French Lieutenant's Woman." Only Meryl Streep's presence made it a film worthy of comparison to the book.
Bill F Protagoras
underwhelmed... a mere doing of the deed, trope laden after such a superb build up... but mission accomplished. Perhaps the 'reclamation' will lend saving grace to hapless Stephen. As is their wont the spunky cheaters (cheats!) come out of it bright eyed and wearing rose coloured spectacles. No flies on them. Maybe the seasoned author still holds a winning card in his hand. The game isn't over yet.
Nail
I enjoyed this slow burn series and as far as characters go I adore Juliana. Hope this isn't the last we see of her.
Donkatsu
Great story, Ken. They all act like real people For Juliana this is what one would call a good start. I think if this went on Steven would be in real trouble. Juliana is above his pay grade and she has known it for a long time without acting on it until now . . .
D375
This was a good chapter and a solid payoff of the past three books. I think you accomplished your goal of writing an intro to the hotwife lifestyle series. With that said, I prefer stories that are faster paced. I'm hoping that the next project moves back in that direction.
Kenny Wright
Not a bad idea!
Nick Krueger
What can be fun with Patreon is Alternate endings for stories. One happy ending and other possible endings. Granted it does put added work on the writer
Chris K
She should call off the Uber, catch a flight home the next afternoon. She isn't properly fucked yet! "Sorry honey, but this isn't a cheap hourly motel, he paid a lot for this room and I'd feel bad if we wasted it."
reuben james
If this is what you wanted Stephen fine but remember though you may have the emotional connection to Juliana, Anthony will always be # 1 when you're have sex with her, she'll be comparing you to him and you'll be found wanting, it just works that way. You've unwontedly ,made yourself a submissive cockold.
reuben james
reuben james · just now I agree, you just can't put her in these situations and not expect consequences, be careful what you wish for and the reality is not always what you hoped for.
reuben james
I agree, you just can't put her in these situations and not expect consequences, be careful what you wish for and the reality is not always what you hoped for.
Tracey52
Very hot scene
Kenny Wright
No, not a darker story.
Nick Krueger
Loved it, to bad it's not a darker tale. With Juliet and Anthony's chemistry I could easily see Juliet leaving Stephan for Anthony. Oh well
