Rogue Appointment

"Do that like you mean it," she said.

"Fine," I said and obliged. The thwack echoed in the bedroom, and Allie gave out an excited yelp.

"Just put it in," she demanded. "Make me yours. Every hole."

I put a few drops of lube on my cock, spread them around, and lined up my throbbing head against Allie's comparatively small anus. Once again, she cut one of my mental doubts as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You won't hurt me," she said. "I like it."

I pushed forward, and she let out a long, controlled gasp. I realized the breathing helped her relax and welcome me inside her. I pushed a little more forcefully, and her sphincter released and accepted me inside.

"Oh, god," I said when I felt the incredible tight warmth of her ass.

"There you are," she said confidently. "God, Reed, your dick feels so good inside me."

I slowly pushed my full length inside her forbidden hole. I smiled to myself. There I was. Buried inside another man's wife. In her ass. In their bed. The situation on its own was almost as much of a rush as cocaine.

"You're an anal slut," I said. It wasn't a question.

"I'm your anal slut, Reed," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me. This is your ass."

My hands gripped her hips more firmly. I kept up a deliberate pace as I fucked her ass. It was one of the most stimulating feelings I'd ever experienced, in the bedroom or out of it. And Allie made it even hotter with a constant stream of dirty talk.

"Garrison could never get it in my butt," she said. "Then he decided it was gross. I've always had to get my anal fix somewhere else. But, god, I don't know if I've ever had it this deep before. Don't stop. You're going to make me cum again!"

Allie's hand had found its way to her clit, and she furiously fingered herself. Watching her do that made my own strokes pick up. And that seemed to make her hand move even faster. It was a race to the finish line, and I realized as her cries of pleasure hit higher octaves, that it was going to be a photo finish.

"Oh, god, Allie," I panted. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck. I'm going to cum so fucking hard!"

"One ... second," she stuttered. "I'm ... so ... close."

Her body shook. Her ass squeezed me even tighter, which had the dual effect of communicating to me that her climax had taken hold and that she would insist upon mine right away. That was a good thing because I couldn't hold back. My orgasmic bliss matched hers, and I fiercely clung to her hips as her body quaked, keeping my cock in the vice-like confines of her ass while my cock shot salvos of cum inside her dark passage.

"Holy hell, Reed," Allie said. "I can feel every drop of you. Oh, wow, it's amazing!"

I didn't respond immediately. My cock was still hard and buried in her. I didn't want to pull out roughly, for fear of inflicting any pain on her. My mind simultaneously sent a shocking thought through me. I didn't want to inflict any pain on Allie at all. I shook it off, chalking it up to the fact that she had just completely rocked my world. I finally softened enough to ease myself out of her, and we tumbled into a sweaty, happy mess in her bed.

"That's Garrison's side," she said, tracing a finger over my chest.

"Was Garrison's side," I said and gave her a kiss.

- - - - -

We made our way to the master bathroom to clean up after our intense coupling. Allie turned on the shower and I noted it was a combined rainforest shower head and a more typical detachable one.

"Quite the setup," I commented.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure all the houses here have these. Or at least all the waterfront ones, pretty awesome," Allie said. We climbed in and got under the water.

"I guess there are some advantages to living out here," I noted. Despite the constrictions I understood why Allie wanted her own space like this.

"Yeah, I mean maybe it makes me a gold digger, but I do like living somewhere nice," Allie admitted.

"Nothing wrong with preferring nice things. So, what do you have going tonight?" I asked, hoping for more time with this beautiful blonde that I could not seem to get enough of.

"I dunno, I probably shouldn't call out again. Fridays are normally pretty chill. Kind of stupid to burn a sick day on a Friday really. In theory my husband will be home in a few hours. He'll be up my ass if I don't have dinner ready within an hour," Allie answered. "Figuratively, not literally, to be clear. Unlike you. What're your plans?"

"Don't really have any, I guess we'll just see what more Nashville has to offer us, that's the whole point of our trip. Miss our local guide though," I said.

"Maybe we can text or something and I can give you tips on where to go," Allie suggested. She shut off the water now that we were sufficiently clean and got out of the shower. She grabbed what I assumed was 'her' towel and tossed me a fresh one to dry off with.

"I have some news I think you're going to really like. And I may really like too," Allie said. She had grabbed her phone once we exited the bathroom.

"Do tell."

"My husband has a work happy hour. I know what sounds innocuous, but all his coworkers are Alphas. Guarantee they get shitfaced and end up ordering pizza to be delivered to the clubhouse. Chances of him making it home are less than 10%, and even if he does he'll be blackout. If he sends a drunk text asking where I am I may need to try to get home early tomorrow morning and convince him he was just blacked out and got confused, but otherwise, yeah, I think my evening just freed up." Allie smiled excitedly. I couldn't resist a grin.

"Well then, let's text our ride, suburbia is not a place for you to be spending Thirsty Thursday now then, is it?"

"I'll pack an overnight bag," Allie said happily.

There was no response to my text, which I thought was odd. Normally Kyle and Lexi were good about responding. I relayed to Allie so she knew there was no rush and she threw on a casual outfit.

"Well, I'm already packed. Shall we raid the wine cellar then? Oh and we should appropriate some of my husband's coke stash too," she suggested.

"Music to my ears," I replied.

Allie did not have an actual wine cellar. Just a collection of bottles she kept in the back of the pantry where Garrison was unlikely to find them. We selected a bottle of Chablis that looked good and popped the cork. I detested having to use an ice cube in my glass rather than properly cooling the bottle, but accepted this was the reality when you had to hide your stash of nicer wine for fear your idiot husband would use it in a juvenile drinking game.

"Are you close with many of the other women in the neighborhood?" I asked Allie as we sat around waiting for Kyle and Lexi to get back to us.

"Not really, to be honest. I sort of try to minimize time out here when I know Garrison is around. And when I know he won't be, like tonight, I typically like to open a nice bottle of wine and enjoy my peace and quiet."

"You're sure I'm not interrupting your plans for a quiet evening then?" I confirmed.

"Only in the most fun way possible. I would go out way more if I had good friends. It's just a little hard to make friends when you live out here and you basically have to hide your husband," Allie explained.

"Excellent. I recall you mentioning that when the alternative health club opened a lot of women preferred that, did you befriend any of them?" I asked.

"Sort of. Honestly we didn't socialize a ton and it was only open for about a year after we moved. It was nice to just have a place to workout and not have to worry. I liked the peace and quiet there too," Allie explained.

"Good to know. So it was sort of like a haven, a place you could go when your husband and the other Alphas were making life miserable?"

"Yes, exactly. Sometimes I would just walk for a couple hours on a treadmill and listen to an audiobook. It was so peaceful. It was nice."

We poured second glasses of wine but before we finished Lexi texted she and Kyle were finally on the way and would pick us up in 15 minutes.

"Bring the bottle," I instructed. "We'll finish it on the road."