Adultery A Slut Life - Part 9

He took a deep breath and held it, his chest expanded, his body tensed, as my fingers slid the zipper down. Only then did I pull my lips from his as I turned my head to look down as my hand left his shorts and moved under the waistband of his underwear. When my fingers encountered his penis, I looked up into his eyes with a hungry, satisfied smile. It swelled in my touch. His eyes reflected uncertainty, nervousness, and a look that suggested an improbability of experience. He might have been stunned, but he didn't speak, he didn't protest, and he didn't push me away.

I sank to my knees before him and, as I did, I pulled his tighty whities over his hips to his ankles to join his shorts. My mouth opened as my hand grasped his hardening cock and pointed it out to meet my mouth. My lips first kissed the head, then my tongue came out to lick all around it, then down the shaft, back up at which point my mouth encased his cock head. I sucked on it, pushed forward to take more into my mouth, and was rewarded by a series of gasps and sighs from above.

His hand rested lightly on the top of my head. He wasn't encouraging my head one way or the other, either to suck deeper or to push me away. He seemed to just want to touch me, some part of me. He moaned, then, "Oh ... Teresa ... what are ... why ... oh, it feels so ... goooood."

His feet shifted for support and his body seemed to sag more firmly against the door. He grunted and gasped. I felt his hips jerk. His cock in my mouth was stiff ... rigid in my mouth. I pressed firmly over his cock and pressed the head just into my throat. He gasped louder. One of his hands pressed suddenly against the door behind him so hard it sent a smacking sound to be mixed with his groans and moans and the slurping of my mouth over his cock.

When both his hands were on my head and his hips jerk toward me sending his cock deeper into my mouth and throat, I squeezed his balls, raised my mouth to the head and sucked like a vacuum. I was rewarded with a first spurt of cum into my mouth and was followed by several more as I sucked hard to extract all I could from him.

I licked his cock for any stray bits of cum that had escaped my mouth. I then stood, pulled him against me from the door and shifted him to the side and pressed him into the adjoining wall of the small entry. He looked dazed ... stunned. His eyes searched mine as if to find some tell as to why this had just happened. I gave him a peck on the lips while stroking his exposed, softening cock.

"Tonight. My apartment at 7:00. Dinner. I will explain." I turned the door knob. I had placed him so the door opening would hide him. I turned back to him, "And you have explaining to do, too." I left without giving him time to respond.

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A knock on the door and I checked the clock on the stove. Right on time ... 7:00 PM.

I smiled as I wiped my hands, dropped the towel on the kitchen counter and walked in my heels to the door ready to stun him a second time. I opened the door and held it wide.

"Oh my God ... Teresa ... what ... what's going on?"

Harold Swenson was standing at the open door smartly dressed in pressed dark slacks and button-up short-sleeved white shirt. He was holding two bottles of wine. I stood before him boldly in a white sheer baby-doll negligee with a single tie in front so it gapped open both between my breasts and my stomach. I also wore sheer white thong and white strap sandal 4 inch heels.

He entered my apartment, perhaps a bit nervous someone might see him with a nearly naked renter. He managed to only stammer, "Teresa ... what ... what is ... all this?"

I back up until the door could close, then stepped into him and gave him a better kiss on the lips than the peck I gave him hours before. His lips were yielding but his stunned reaction allowed little response.

"I told you. I intended to thank you."

"But ... earlier ... wasn't that ...?"

He robotically offered the wine. One was a Merlot; the other a Chardonnay already chilled. I thanked him and handed him back the white wine. "Don't be silly. That was the appetizer to the thank you." His eyes were traveling over my exposed body. "I wasn't entirely honest or forthcoming before. The resort opened my eyes."

I had the table set with us sitting across from each other across the short distance of the rectangular table. I wanted to always be in his line of sight. All through dinner I sat straight, deliberately so to expose my breasts and upper body underneath the flimsy material of the gown. I confessed to him what had truly and fully been bothering me when we had talked before, what was behind the divorce, how complying with my husband's wishes had changed me, and how it had exposed his inadequacy in handling the changes he initiated. I fell silent, finally, and he watched me. But I saw more than him just considering me, he was appraising me ... and not just me by my words but me ... his eyes appraising my exposed body ... and ... I think ... something more. It was that appraisal I saw in him that led me to ask the question I had struggled with.

"Now ... Harold ... why did you choose to recommend a small, secluded resort with a nudity tolerance? And, why had you gone there given what you've been struggling with?"

After a moment of reflection, "First ... Teresa, I have a follow-up. You said the resort opened your eyes, how so?"

I told him. It was a succinct recap but it was a rundown of Adam, the couple, and Jason and Michael while still eluding to more. I was blushing at the end. My confession of the times of being shared by Ryan seemed historical when I mentioned them, this was still very fresh and impactful. He was watching me carefully, I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy lubricate as I recounted the experiences of the resort. All the while I wondered why he asked and why I was divulging so much and in so much detail except that it somehow seemed right and appropriate and necessary. I felt like a slut on the trip, hooking up with random people, enjoying the open sex and exhibitionism, and realized it was what I still wanted. I didn't want it to be just a vacation adventure, I wanted it to be a part of me ... somehow.

I released it all so boldly and shamelessly. I was flushed, even my breathing became ragged, and I took deep breaths to calm myself and that highlighted my exhibited breasts to him more. I rose from the table, forgetting my own question to him, and went to the counter for the other bottle of wine. I opened it and brought it to the table with new glasses for the red. As I poured for him, he caused me to stop in mid motion. As I stood next to him, he reached up, took hold of the small ties of the gown and pulled them. The gown released at the single point of closure and gaped open. I was still bent over but stopped pouring as his hand moved inside the fabricate and cupped a breast hanging next to him. I sucked in a deep breath, closed my eyes tight as the feeling of being fondled coursed through me. I steadied myself, my heart beating fast, his hand caressing from one to the other of my breasts, then sliding from my breasts to my bare butt cheeks and somehow finished pouring his wine.

As his finger slipped under the string of the thong running between my cheeks, I returned to my side of the table. When I poured my own wine, I was very aware that the gown parted to fully expose my right breast. It was only a bit more additional exposure but still somehow meaningful.

"You are an exceedingly lovely and exotic woman, Teresa." That was how he began his answer to my earlier question. "You are the kind of woman that turns a man's head, makes it difficult to forget having seen or known you. I knew more about you than I let on when we talked." He went on to say that an old friend of his and his son came to visit after golf. While entering the building, I came through. Holding the door politely for me, the son asked if he knew my name. He told him and the son nodded with an unusual smile on his face. Harold later pushed the son and he confided, away from his father, that he was one of the men my husband set me up with. I barely noticed them and certainly didn't recognize him but the comment stayed with Harold. So, when we talked, he had a much better understanding of my conflict than I had divulged to him. His suggestion of the resort and his choosing the resort to begin with were the same: he thought I would find what I was looking for there because he had found it there, also. He had wanted to finally move on from his dead wife. Not forget her but become whole again. He met women there who convinced him he could move on and still enjoy life.

"I figured, if it could have that effect on me, the resort would be perfect to guide you back to what you desired. Even though you didn't share what the change was your husband encouraged, you did share that you desired and wanted the changes that occurred. Already having a little idea what they probably were, I gambled."

I rose from my chair, clutched my glass and the bottle to my body and put out my hand to him. "Which is why I now desire to thank you."

He nervously allowed me to lead him to the bedroom, but then stopped. "Teresa ... I ... I didn't expect ... I didn't bring a condom." He seemed embarrassed to even say it. But it brought a smile to my face. The concern for me at that moment ... a real gentleman.

I set the glass and bottle on the side table and slid the gown off my shoulders as I stepped up to him. "Dear Harold, you'd need more than one condom." My eyes were glazed with lust for him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and covered his lips with mine. His free hand settled on my bare back and softly glided up and down as the kiss became mutually urgent. I pulled back, finally, and smiled, "Besides, I'm protected and I want to feel you."

He was quite nervous. "Teresa, I ... I ... I'm old enough ... to ..."

I took his glass and set it by mine. I began to unbutton his shirt, reached up on my toes to kiss him, again. "You are old enough to guide me, to help me, and you did that." I opened his shirt and kissed his chest and bent over to kiss his stomach. I rose and slid the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. "I think I found myself, again, at the resort and ..." my hands went to his belt as I sank down to my knees before him, "... and I have you to thank for it." I looked up as I lowered his zipper and a hand pressed against his cock under his underwear. "You wouldn't deny me to properly thank you?" I helped him out of his shoes and socks. I looked back up as I dropped his slacks. "My husband wanted a hotwife. He got one. He didn't understand what that meant. He couldn't handle it." I help him step out of his slacks. "The resort exposed something to me." I caught his eyes as I pulled his shorts down. He gasped and moaned. I held his hardened cock and kissed the head in front of me. "How can I be a hotwife if I'm not a wife any longer?" I slid my mouth over his cock and he groaned deeply. "I don't know the implication of all the possible terms, Harold, but if I can't be a hotwife without being a wife... for me to move forward would that make me a slut?"

I thrust my mouth over his cock for several minutes, stopped, kissed the head, and stood up with a hand stroking his cock. I looked him in the eyes as I backed to the bed, leading him by the cock. "I am happy with that. I am happy to be a slut and I will discover what the means for me. You, Harold ... I want you to christen this new me. You saw me but you held my honor. You just set me on a path for me to make my own discovery. You are a wonderful man, Harold."