I’d gotten a text from one of my F.W.B.s. John said to meet him at the Red Roof Inn, room 217. I was definitely in the mood, so I texted him back. Said I’d be over. We set it up for noontime. I could use a good nooner.
But when I knocked on the door, it wasn’t John. It was his wife, Jessica! And she was pissed that he was stepping out on her. And pissed that I was fucking a married man.
Instead of a noon fucking, I got a 20 minute spanking. Fuck it hurt.
"Do you lick pussy?" Jessica asked as she let me roll onto the floor. When I shook my head, unable to speak, she smiled. "It’s about time you learn."
An age that melts with unperceiv’d decay,
And glides in modest innocence away.
—Samuel Johnson, Vanity of Human Wishes, line 293.