Against All Odds

"I mean," Logan clarified, "I've never met another woman with whom I have been so instantly captivated, and I would really like to spend more time with you—regardless how we occupy the time. Sex would be icing on the cake."

"And where would we go?"

"I think a hotel would be the most private place."

Isabella feigned thinking for a few seconds, again so she wouldn't appear too anxious. "Okay," she finally and slowly answered. "But not in this part of town. Not near where we live. I assume since you were in a grocery up the street, you live around here, as well."

"I'm close enough. And that's a good idea. I know just where to go."

They decided to take separate cars so they could go their own ways afterward.

Logan stopped and bought the wine, secured a room and was uncorking the bottle when Isabella arrived. He quickly poured her wine in a hotel room glass and handed it to her. Once he had his, he turned to her with a questioning look. The problem was, he really didn't know where to start. Should he make the first move—assuming he had the nerve to do so—or should he let her—assuming she was inclined to do so?

After a few moments and a couple of bolstering sips, Isabella commented, "I'm going to take a chance and guess that neither of us knows how to start this."

"Well, we have established that neither of us has done this in a while—and certainly not with anyone other than our spouses."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Isabella admitted, "And I don't know about you, but I'm a bit nervous."

"I am, too. So, maybe we should take our time."

"Yes. That's a good idea. You're very pleasant to be around."

"As are you. Even though I didn't plan, or even expect, us to end up here, when we first spoke in the grocery, I had a sense that I wanted to be closer to you. And when you told me about the wine bar—"

"I admit that my motive went beyond just wanting a glass of wine."

They both chuckled.

"You really are a very beautiful woman," Logan honestly told her. "It's hard to believe you and your husband have drifted apart." He reached out and touched several strands of her hair.

"Sometimes, it is for me also . . . as I'm sure it is with you and your wife."

"Mmmm-hmmm." But he really didn't want to think about his wife just now. He hadn't let go of her hair, but now gently allowed his hand to embrace her neck as he leaned in.

When he was in reach, Isabella placed her hand on his arm of the hand touching her. His other hand cupped her other shoulder. Gradually, their lips came together. It began as a basic kiss, but with surprising quickness, their mouths opened and their tongues came together; just soft licking and exploring. As the kiss continued, Isabella eased downward until she was on her back, uncertain whether it was of her own doing or pressure from Logan or a combination, but it really didn't matter.

For being out of practice, Isabella decided that Logan was a good kisser. What she couldn't know was that he was having the same thoughts about her. He let his lips travel down her neck bestowing little pecks along the way. She loved that attention, as her heavy breathing attested. Taking his head in both of her hands, she pulled their faces back together. A hunger was being satisfied, a thirst quenched. As he returned to kissing her neck, she kicked off her shoes.

"This is nice," Isabella whispered.

"Yes, it is," Logan readily agreed.

The passion of what they were doing escalated and Logan couldn't help but have his hand explore her leg, hips and side. Her blouse gradually came out of her skirt and his lips were drawn to the exposed expanse of midriff. It tickled her and she giggled slightly, which caused him to return mouth to mouth. He pulled her to a sitting position, his hand now on her bare side pushing her shirt up. She halted their kiss to lift her top over her head with his assistance. Above the waist, she was now clad only in a lacy red bra. However, when his lips had to explore the uncovered parts of her breasts, she couldn't resist laying back down.

Once again Isabella grabbed his head, but only to keep his face pressed into her cleavage. She remembered loving foreplay. He pulled her bra straps off of her shoulders to reveal more skin, but after only a few kisses to the new flesh, he quickly reached around and, surprised by his own adroitness, unclasped her bra and completely removed it.

Logan was in awe of her beautiful breasts. He couldn't help fondling them, and of course, applying his lips to her pointed nipples.

Reaching a state of arousal she had not achieved in a long time, Isabella involuntarily let her legs spread, which dragged the hem of her skirt up to her crotch. Like a magnet his hand was drawn between her legs where he tenderly caressed her inner section. Yet, with only brief touches from him, she was ready for her skirt to come off. She pushed it down, he tugged it off. Her red bikini panties matched her bra.

A brief chuckle escaped Logan's lips.

"What?" Isabella asked.

"I guess I wasn't expecting you to be in such sexy undergarments."

"Makes me feel good to wear them."

Nodding, Logan remarked, "Makes me feel good to see you in them."

Playfully, she rebuked, "Makes you feel good? That's all?"

With a mischievous smile, Logan said, "You'll see how good very soon."

And with that, he kissed his way up her exposed thighs to her slightly moist crotch and pulled her panties down and off. He had become too desperate from her womanly scent between her legs to spend time with her pussy covered. He wasted no time in honing in his tongue. When it made contact, it was electric for both of them. Isabella gasped and Logan moaned. He didn't need the reminder, but he'd nearly forgotten how much he loved the taste of pussy. He slurped it like the famished man he was.

For Isabella, she felt as though she could lose her mind it felt so good. She couldn't remember the last time her husband had gone down on her. She relished the tongue devouring her snatch. After a minute or so, she pulled Logan up to kiss his lips and taste herself on them, but also to fiddle with his belt, pants and zipper. When she had them all undone, he stepped back, removed his shirt and stepped out of his pants.

"Don't stop there," Isabella urged.

And then down went his drawers.

She had never been much of one for fellatio. She didn't mind doing it, but had done it more for her husband's benefit than any enjoyment for herself. However, by now, she was in such a high state of arousal that she grabbed Logan's respectable cock, pulling it to her and jamming it into her mouth. She was somewhat oblivious to his hands on her breasts and pussy because she was so overwhelmed and unusually thrilled to have his delicious dick in her mouth. Why had she never been so eager with her husband?

Logan thought his knees would buckle when Isabella's mouth engulfed his desperate cock. He hadn't been sucked in a long time and it was divine; particularly with the eagerness with which she was attacking him. His fear was that as horny as he had become in the few minutes since they had started, he didn't want to blow his wad early on and not be able to continue. So, he pulled away and eased onto the bed beside her, again latching onto her erect nipples.

They kissed again, but then Isabella rolled Logan onto his back. It seemed what he didn't want her to do, she wanted to do.

For some strange reason, Isabella really wanted to suck cock. To some extent, it made her feel powerful having a dick in her mouth, or maybe it just fit her mouth better than her husband's . . . but regardless, the contented expression on his face said it all. As nice as it felt in her mouth, she imagined how wonderful it would feel in her pussy, and instantly realized she didn't need to wait to find out. She kissed a trail up his abdomen and chest, to his neck and lips, and then she reached down to grab hold of his pulsing penis and quickly inserted it into her long waiting pussy.

The couple moaned their delight in unison, individually thinking that it had been far too long. He pumped and she bounced awkwardly until they quickly achieved a rhythm. Isabella wrapped her arms around Logan's head and held it tightly against her breasts as both continued to pump furiously. She was holding his head at such an angle that he had to sit up with her in his lap. It made thrusting difficult so they kissed again—something they had now become quite adept at.

The force with which Logan kissed caused Isabella to fall backward and they ended up in the missionary position where he resumed drilling her. He pulled her right leg straight up against his chest, but just as quickly, he moved it back down and bent over to kiss her again. He loved to kiss while fucking—at least from what he could remember.

And Isabella began to feel differently. Uncertain at first what it was, she gradually realized it was the beginning of an orgasm. Her nerves began to tingle, her breathing quickened and then it took over.

Fortunately for Logan, he remembered enough to recognize that Isabella was about to climax. Fearing he would come also and ruin it for her, he quickly slid down to finish her off with his mouth. She squirmed and yelled and shook and whimpered and tensed, and with a final roar, exploded with pleasure the likes of which she could never remember having—whether she ever had or not mattered little. She broke into a sweat as her body continued to tremble in orgasmic delight. It took several minutes for her body to relax and settle down, her breathing to return to somewhat normal. She felt weak and unable to move.

However, Isabella felt her body being turned onto her side and Logan moving in behind her. He lifted her upper leg and shoved his cock back into her pussy. When he started thrusting, she thought, yes, he still needed to come. He plowed her forcefully hoping he wasn't hurting her but he desperately needed relief, although he wasn't certain he could come it had been so long. But just as quickly, he felt a vaguely familiar churning in his balls and before he knew it, he was pulling out and spraying her abdomen with an amazing amount of his pearly white liquid—and it felt marvelous. There was nothing like an orgasm!

Looking down at all the semen dripping down her abdomen, Isabella was amazed. She couldn't remember her husband ever coming on her. She was on the pill so he always came inside. She could have let Logan come inside her, would have—that might have made her climax all the sweeter—but he pulled out and came quickly. Although, it was probably just as well, what with them being strangers. Still, she rubbed her finger in the goo on her skin and giggled. "Wow! That was fantastic!" Isabella finally said.

"You'll get no argument from me."

After several minutes of silence, having reached for her glass of wine on the night table, Isabella reflected after a couple of quick sips, "I can't believe we just did this."

"That we had such great sex?"

"That we met in a grocery store and ended up in a hotel room."

"Do you regret it?"

"Not at all. It's just so unbelievable that I did this."

"Well, forgive me, but I'm not the least bit sorry or disappointed."

"Nor am I."

Logan arose and fetched them towels from the bathroom. Along the way he found his glass and the bottle of wine and topped off their glasses. They sipped in silence a while longer.

"We should start our own wine and dessert tasting club," Logan finally said.

"Wine and dessert?" Isabella asked.

Holding up his cup, Logan clarified, "Wine—" he gestured to the bed "—and dessert."

Understanding his meaning, Isabella asked, "So, you'd like to do this again?"

"I would."

"So, this would be a very limited membership club."

"I think we have everyone we need right here," Logan answered with a smirk.

Easing out of bed and slipping her panties back on, Isabella said, "And when would the club meet?"

"Same time next week?"

"Here?"

"Good a place as any."

Isabella considered his proposal while she dressed. Did she really want to engage in an extra-marital affair? Tonight was an impulse. Next week would be premeditated. And where would it go from there? Was she really ready to give up on her marriage? Too many questions to consider and answer in such a short time. But she did have a response. "If I show up, I'm in. If you don't see me, then tonight was fun, but an impulse."

"Fair enough. I guess the same goes for me."

They engaged in a brief goodbye kiss, and then Isabella opened the door and exited.

Before it even closed, Logan heard: "Oh, shit!"

* * *

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ryan asked upon seeing his wife step out of the next hotel room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Isabella shot back witnessing her husband exiting the adjoining room.

Logan had been right behind Isabella, and upon hearing the commotion, entered the hallway to see a man facing them.

Lindsey also came out to see what was going on. "Logan, why are you—"

To which Logan countered, "Lindsey? What's going on?"

"You know him?" Ryan asked.

"You know her?" Lindsey demanded.

"That's my wife," Logan admitted. "Could he be—"

"My husband," Isabella confirmed.

Logan considered the situation for a few seconds and then started laughing.

"What's funny?" his wife wanted to know.

"You're cheating on me with the husband of the woman I'm cheating on you with. It's hysterical."

Isabella cast him a strange, questioning look for a second, and then suddenly started giggling. "It is kind of funny."

Ryan didn't actually laugh, but he did remark, "Now, something like this happening has to be against all odds."

From behind a door on the other side of the hall in between their two rooms a male voice called out, "This is a hotel. Some people actually come here to sleep."

That took all four aback with both surprised and embarrassed expressions. Lindsey signaled her husband and Isabella into the room she and Ryan had emerged from.

The two women regarded one another coldly for a few seconds.

"I'm Lindsey."

"Isabella."

Following suit, the men introduced each other.

After several more seconds of staring, calming down, Lindsey finally pointed out, "Well, we're all guilty of the same thing so there's no reason for anyone to be angry."

None of the others commented, but expressions and some nods amounted to agreement.

"Was he any good?" Lindsey had to ask.

Somewhat disarmed by the odd question, after skipping a beat, Isabella said, "Yes." Then she quickly added, "Was he?"

"Very good."

"I guess we were blind to each other's needs," Isabella said to her husband.

"I think we started to drift apart and found it easier to just let go instead of attempting to reel each other back in," Ryan diagnosed.

"Is that what happened to us?" Lindsey asked.

"That's as good an explanation as any," Logan agreed.

"Ryan, how long have you and Lindsey been knowing each other?" Isabella asked.

It was a sterile question, but Ryan heard the implication. "We just met tonight in the airport lounge."

"And you had a few drinks and then decided to get a room." It was a speculation rather than a question.

"Something like that. What about you and Logan?"

Isabella described their meeting as briefly as possible: "He asked my opinion about wine at the grocery, we talked, we went to a wine bar, and like you, here we are."

Nodding his head, Ryan said, "I could use a glass of wine about now."

"I actually still have a couple of bottles in the other room," Logan mentioned. "We could probably all use a drink right now. I'll get them."

"So, whose idea was it to get a room?" Isabella wanted to know.

"Does it really matter?" Ryan shot back. "We ended up here, as did you and Logan. Or if you really need an answer, we can just say it was mutual."

"No, you're right," Isabella conceded. "It doesn't really matter."

Logan returned, opened a bottle of wine, and used the four glasses that came with the room.

Lindsey had taken a seat on the edge of the bed. Logan decided it would be safer to sit in the desk chair, leaving the sofa for the other couple. Ryan and Isabella sat at opposite ends of the couch.

Obviously, it was an awkward situation at best as the four uncomfortably sipped their wine.

"So, is there really a reason were sitting here?" Isabella asked.

"Why?" asked Lindsey. "Would you like to go back to your room with my husband?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Isabella demanded. There was a hint of hostility in her voice.

"Well, you said he was good. Maybe you'd like more of him."

"That must mean you want to stay here with mine," Isabella countered.

"I won't deny that I enjoyed it. And truthfully, thinking about it makes me a little horny."

The two men glanced at one another, each fearful that their wives might get into it.

"Well, don't let me stop you," Isabella prodded.

"Might just," Lindsey taunted. "But the truth is, if Logan was so good, I'd like to see that."

"See what?" Isabella questioned.

"I like to see the two of you together."

Now, the two men were really becoming nervous.

"You want to watch your husband and I have sex?" Isabella asked with incredulity.

"Yes."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I want to see how good he is," Lindsey repeated. "It's not like I don't know you and he fucked."

Shaking her head in stupefaction, Isabella turned to her husband. "You're not saying anything."

With a shrug of embarrassment, Ryan replied, "Actually, I think it might be kind of erotic to watch the two of you."

Isabella wanted to be appalled. "You want to see another man fuck me?"

"Well, as Lindsey said, we know the two of you have done it, just like you know Lindsey and I have done it. Now, I'd like to see it." Ryan quickly held up his hand, to halt her protestation. "And not because I want to see how good you might be with each other. Obviously, there has been something missing in our marriage for a long time and it finally drove us to what happened tonight. We used to have good sex, but somewhere along the way something happened and we stopped. Maybe tonight was what we needed. Maybe we just needed another couple in our lives to spice it up; particularly a couple that are having the same issues as we are."

Isabella thought about that for a few moments.

"That's actually quite profound," Logan agreed. "And it makes a lot of sense. I've heard of other couples doing such things—swapping—to reinvigorate their marriages."

"Even I have to admit it makes a lot of sense," Lindsey said. "The very same thing has happened to Logan and me. We used to have fun sex. And like you, somewhere along the way we lost it. What do you say, Isabella, maybe we can learn something from each other?"

Without waiting for her to reply, Logan walked the couple of steps over to her, took her glass and set it on the end table. He knelt down before her and leaned in to kiss her.

Shaking her head, Isabella said, "I can't believe I'm going to do this." She then leaned in and returned Logan's kiss.

While that was happening, Lindsey moved over to kneel between Ryan's spread legs. She deftly undid his pants and zipper, and pulled out his erect penis. "You should know, Isabella; I don't think your husband was this hard when we did it before."

Isabella couldn't help but twisting her neck as much as she could without tearing her lips away from Logan's—he really was a good kisser. But when she saw her husband's seemingly huge cock in the grip of Lindsey's hand, her gasp caused Logan to pull back. She couldn't remember when the last time she had seen Ryan's dick hard was let alone that hard. It was . . . breathtaking—that was no criticism of Logan's, which was more than respectable. Isabella subconsciously licked her lips as Lindsey's mouth engulfed Ryan's rod.