The Reunion (18+)

This submission involves infidelity, and not safe for work themes.

The white, bright door of the Windsor Arms hotel stares back at me. Its golden handle, the key to the place of no return, is right there, but I remain staring at the door. 

Staring at the door gives me time to really go through my thinking process. I am Jessica, a wife and a mother, with a family waiting for me at home. I don’t need to be here. All I have to do is turn around and go home, right now. 

Right now. What am I even doing here? Oh, who am I kidding? I am here to have sex with Calvin. It's been almost twenty years since we had our last sexual encounter, and I want it back. I dig into my pocket and pick up the note Calvin gave me. I read the note before bringing it to my lips. I then inhale, taking a deep sniff of the Pur Santal Black. 

I exhale the familiar scent with a satisfied sigh. I put the piece of Calvin back into my pocket and grip the doorknob. It’s now or never. Besides, this will only be a one-time thing, and once it is over, I will go back to my life. 

I push the door and watch as it slowly opens. I take a sneak peek inside where no one is there. Hmm, odd. He definitely said this room. I even confirmed it with the receptionist. 

I walk inside the room and close the door. The moment the doorknob clicks into place, the en suite door opens. There, the man walks out with an open robe and a towel cinched around his waist. Calvin towers over me with a sultry gaze. 

“Did you seriously wait for me to come into the room?” I ask. Calvin smirks and nods his head. 

“Yes. I was not certain that you’d come, so I wanted to make sure that you wanted to be here,” Calvin explains. I can’t hold back the snort. The image of Calvin sitting on the en-suite sink, waiting for me, is too good. 

“Okay, great. So before we get started, let's establish our boundaries,” I said, my voice firm. Calvin gazes for a few seconds too long before nodding. 

“One, we only keep this physical. No dates or public meetings. Two, we do not involve our children. I love my baby boy, and I cannot let him find out about this. Lastly, we only do this if your STI tests come back negative. I don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve been with, so safety first.” My instructions are given with a firm voice. 

Calvin takes a step back, turns around and walks to the bedside table. He then grabs a document on the table and hands it to me. I take it off his hands and read the contents. A clean STI screen signed by his general practitioner. I then take the folded paper out of my pocket and hand it to Calvin. He unfolds the STI test results, satisfied that I had ensured it was reciprocated. 

“I love a woman who thinks ahead. I expect nothing less from you. I agree with your terms, but I need to know if you’re willing to do this. You are cheating on your husband, and you will never be able to take back your actions.

Shower, clean your mind, and if you change your mind, wear your clothes and leave. If you still want to take this step, then wear the white robe and stand towards the window,” Calvin instructs. His voice is low, heavy with the decision that I am going to make. I nod, understanding that he is giving me an out. 

I walk towards the en-suite and look in the mirror. Yikes, I have aged. I mean, of course, I am older, but the smile lines. 

Damn. 

It also doesn’t help that my blonde hair is greying with age. I mean, I can go on and on. Does Calvin really want me? My husband’s mistresses can definitely tell me that Rexonus would rather want them.

I shed the coat, letting the fabric fall to the cold tiles. I then grab the zip and slowly pull it down, shedding my skin. I pull my arms out of the sleeves and step out of the vermilion dress. I then shed my bra and underwear, my last pair of protection. 

I’m fully exposed. 

I walk into the shower and stare at the control. Do I twist it? Pull it? Why do hotels insist on making shower mechanics super complicated? 

You know what, I don’t have time for this. I twist the shower control and watch the water spray from above. I place my hand out, flinching when the scalding heat hits hard. 

I twist it, making sure that the temperature is just right before I step in. As I wash off, I still think back to Calvin’s proposition. I don’t need to do this. I can finish showering, put on my clothes again, and leave. I turn off the shower for a moment. 

I turn to find the half-empty liquid soap. It is so tiny that I squeeze the remaining liquid with only two pumps. I lay it all over me and lather myself. Lavender flavour; not too bad. 

Once there is a sufficient amount of suds all over my body, I turn the shower off and rinse. Now that I am done, I finish the shower and get out. I grab the towel from the rack, drying myself and my hair. 

My eyes gaze towards the mangled mess of clothes on the floor before looking at the white, clean robe hanging on the door’s hook. I throw the towel back on the rack and wrap my body in the soft cotton. The fabric against my clean skin is a stark contrast to the tight dress. 

I then open the door and leave the en suite. The lights are no longer on, except for the two lamp-lights above the two bedside tables. Calvin is sitting in the chair, his posture reminiscent of a regal king. 

I ignore Calvin’s gaze and make my way to the window. I watch the city scene, the towering buildings, and the people as instructed. My translucent image is painted on the invisible barrier. Shivers crawl up my spine as I sense Calvin's shadowy figure creep behind me. I slowly lean my head to the side, leaving my neck open, giving him access. 

I close my eyes as Calvin places petite pecks up and down my neck. The softness causes my lower body to slowly pool with heat. He then wraps his arms around my waist, securing me into his embrace. I instinctively lean back against his larger body as he envelops me. While still kissing me, he slowly slides his hands in between my robe and rubs my bare skin, just below my breast. Feeling his ice cold touch against my feverish skin causes me to gasp. He then reaches up, cupping his hand to hold my breast with a surprising amount of fondness. Calvin's grip slowly changes as he slowly moves his index finger to focus on my areola. 

Warm slick blooms between my legs, achingly. I almost growl at myself for having my body betray me so easily. However, despite it being traitorous, it is a welcoming relief after years of numbness. Eventually, Calvin stops kissing and brings his lips to my ear. “When I play with an instrument, I expect it to make sounds,” he says. I nod, understanding that this is also my domain. 

I begin letting out my voice. Leaning deeper into Calvin’s arms as he conducts electricity with his touch. He then reaches towards me other breast with his other hand, beginning this sensual massage. I close my eyes and let soft moans leave my mouth as his magical touch releases something I thought had died a long time ago. I suddenly release a yelp after feeling Calvin purposely pinch my nipples. Hard. A sharp, bright shocking pain courses through me, causing me to turn to him and scowl. 

“Don’t do that to me,” I say through gritted teeth, making it clear that I don’t like that. Rexonus does that and usually he gets mad at me for not liking his touch. However, Calvin’s embrace around me tightens, and I can see that my scowl pleases him. “Good. Dominate your rights. Tell me what you don't like. I'll remember.”

I watch Calvin lean in, expecting a kiss, so I close my eyes. However, I don’t feel his lips on mine. This frustrates me, and I close the gap between us. 

This ramps up the heat, as we begin making out passionately. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, causing him to fight for dominance. The pool of heat swirling in my lower region grows causing me to fully turn around and wrap my arms around Calvin’s neck, bringing him closer to my body. 

His mouth is on mine with a raw, claiming hunger that I meet. My fingers tangle in his soft jet black hair, pulling him closer, erasing the last inch of space that dares to come between us.

In one fluid, powerful motion, Calvin breaks the kiss only to sweep me into his arms. My world tilts, and for a moment, I am weightless. He carries me in the few steps to the bed, the pristine duvet standing as a stark white altar. 

He lays me down with a surprising amount gentleness. Don't get me wrong, he was definitely deliberate, but it was done with consideration. I push myself up on the bed, getting myself into position as I spread my legs, inviting him in. He stands over me, watching it with a look into hazel eyes. His body slowly crawls over, caging me as he nestles himself between my legs. His nimble fingers pulls the string, letting the soft robe fall open. 

The cool air is a shock against my fiery skin. His gaze on my exposed body is so intense that it's a physical touch, roaming over me with a possessiveness that should have felt arrogant, but instead sends a fresh wave of oxygen to the growing heat coursing through me.

I lean up, pulling my arms out of the discarded robe and with slow deliberate hands, I slowly reach over and unravel his towel, revealing the sun-kissed marble beneath. Calvin reveals himself, discarding the towel onto the hotel floor. I bite my lip as I look up and down his body. 

Damn, he is the definition of delectable.  

Despite being in his late thirties, his stomach is still flat with a decent outline of abs underneath. His black hair sprinkled with white forms a happy trail towards the ultimate prize. I can feel my mouth salivate as it throbs with anticipation. 

"Now," he murmurs, his voice a dark rasp. He leans over against my lips. "Let's see how loud you can be." He slides his hands and latches his mouth everywhere, relearning the landscape of my body, tracing my new curves and faint lines. His skills are that of an architect of sensation, building me up with skilled touches. My keenness for bliss gets louder as he continues drawing out the ache within me.

Now is the moment of truth. He rubs my thighs, making sure to align himself to my aching, quivering entrance. I brace myself as he slowly enters me with a groan that is ripped from his soul. Small tears peek out of the corner of my eyes as I try adjusting to him once again. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice gruff and low. A flutter in my heart jumps out as the man who I thought was here to use me is asking me if I'm okay. 

"Yes, just go all the way in," I say, trying not to sound like I haven't done this in almost a decade. Calvin looks at me intently, I decide to stare back at him, giving him a look that screams 'hurry up'. 

With a single thrust, Calvin fully enters me. My eyes widen as I feel the familiar girth fill me, dragging out a moan. I wrap my legs around him as the deep heat in my lower region fully combusts into its fiery glory. We stay like this for a while, still. Honestly, I am pretty grateful for it because it's giving me the time to take a breathe. 

"Would you like me to move?" he asks. I nod, holding into his body more. After a moment, he begins moving, creating his longing, all fuelling, frantic, driving rhythm. Each thrust more precise and driven than the last. He then picks up the rhythm, going faster until we reach the perfect pace where he's hitting that sweet spot. 

I shed the last of my restraint. My moans are torn from me, raw and honest. I meet his intensity with my own, my nails dig deep on his back as my hips rise to meet him in a desperate demand. I am no longer Jessica Luxembourg, the perfect wife. I become fire, air, and need.

The reunion brings a flash of memories back into my mind—the university gym, the bitterness, the lingering stench of sweat, and the stiff mats. 

My world narrows to the feeling of him moving within me, to the pressure coiling tight in my core. Oh wow, oh wow. I squeeze my eyes shut as the intense pleasure comes in waves. I am close, almost on an edge that I haven't approached in too long.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice strained. I force my eyes to open, making sure to make them stop rolling to the back of my head. My gaze into his hazel hue hypnotises me. Calvin’s gaze is one of fierce, unblinking possession. It's so hot. 

"I want to see you break."

And I do. With a sharp, broken cry that was part sob, part triumph, I shatter. My body convulses around his, tightening around his girth. My release is a tidal wave that washes away every thought, every pretence, every name but my own. I can feel myself clench around his thick girth, to the point where I can feel his pulse inside me. 

As my climax claims me, I see, through my blurred gaze, the controlled mask on Calvin's face finally fracture, his own release is a hose, extinguishing my burn. He grits his teeth as guttural cry of my name falls out of his mouth—"Jessica."

Calvin leans over, still having me in his arms. He makes sure to hold himself up on the bed using his forearm so that he doesn't crush me. For a long moment, there is only the sound of our labouring breaths in the dark. The city lights still twinkle behind us, indifferent towards what we've just done.

Then, Calvin shifts, this is my queue to loosen my grip on him as as he leaves my body. However, one hand remains draped over my waist, a brand of ownership. I stare at the ceiling, the euphoria already receding, leaving the cold, hard stink of reality.

I have done it. There is no going back now.

The silence between us is no longer charged with anticipation, but with the heavy, unspoken knowledge of what we have begun.