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She’s going to be so pissed, he thought to himself while trying to focus on the door lock. He could barely stand. The room numbers in front of him kept blending into each other. 832. 238. 382. He reached for the door handle hoping for some support from falling over as he attempted to get the key card at least in the vicinity of the lock. When his hand gripped the handle the door suddenly pushed open. Luck was on his side.

I will never drink again. He cursed himself as he stumbled into the darkness of the room. She was already asleep. The room was quiet and the air crisp from the air conditioning. All he could hear was her rhythmic breathing when he bumped into the bed. He held his breath trying not to move, yet swayed like a piece of paper in the wind. His eyes began to adjust to the dark and the silhouette of her sleeping form slowly came into his blurry view.

She always slept naked in hotels. Tonight was no different. Laying on her front she was spread across the entire bed. Her legs were open with one knee pulled up and even though he couldn’t really see much, just the thought of her exposed lips started to make him hard. Her foot was only inches away from him and as she stretched out her toe pressed into his thigh. That’s all it took.

It was as if he were suddenly sober again. Seeing that naked body and all its glorious curves in front of him gave him only one single thought. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to the ground. Then he pulled off his shoes and socks and began to unbutton his shirt. Taking too long he left it on and slowly climbed onto the bed and above her. He was throbbing and breathing heavily with the excitement of what was to come. His hard cock was pulsing up and down, leaving a drop of precum on her naked ass cheek every time it touched her skin.

"I’m sorry I’m drunk, baby. I don’t want to fight tonight. I want to fuck you," he whispered into her ear before his mouth moved down her neck. She stirred and mumbled something into her pillow.

"Psst. Don’t talk," he continued, pressing his cheek against hers and spreading her legs wider with one of his knees. The head of his cock slid up and down her lips, waiting for the signal to enter her.

"What’s going…? she grunted hoarsely when she felt the tip of his erection spread her lips. "No…," she continued with a half-hearted objection before pushing her ass back and swallowing up all of him.

He let out a satisfied moan before his mouth continued down her neck and over her shoulders. His lips dragged across her skin and he began to pump into her. Slowly and cautiously at first. Then with more speed and increasing aggression. The harder he slammed into her the more she pushed back into him. He didn’t move her or himself. Both remained in the same position as he fucked her more powerfully with each push. She moaned into the pillow leaving spots of saliva all over it. He sank his teeth with added force into her skin when he felt himself getting close.

She could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. Her hands reached for his wrists, which were next to her head, and took a firm grip on them. She spread her legs further apart and raised her ass, inviting him, encouraging him to go deeper. He couldn’t hold back any more. With his teeth buried in the flesh of her shoulder he let out a muffled groan when he came. He emptied himself fully inside her with short, hard thrusts, his head spinning both from ecstasy and the excessive consumption of booze.

Then finally he stopped and collapsed on top of her, his body threatening to pass out from the various types of abuse he had put it through. Her face remained pressed into the now drenched pillow. After a few long moments she reached for the bedside table lamp and switched it on. The light hit him like a slap in the face. Exhausted he eventually lifted his weary head and forced himself to slowly open his blinded eyes and look at her. Then another, bigger slap.

"Oh, fuck! You’re not my wife."