A Better Man Than I

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Note to reader - This story will take a couple of chapters. It's all about the buildup :) I'm not sure where to start so I'll start at the beginning. The beginning being my daughter Nicole's college graduation ceremony. It was in Florida and I flew down to be there for her. Her mother and I are separated and she's a surgeon with a full plate. One of us had to be there for Nicole's big day. When I stepped out of the terminal the humidity hit me like a damp blanket. I was overdressed and immediately stepped into the cool air of a small clothes shop to buy something more appropriate. I was in the changing room when Nicole called. "Hey dad! Where are you?" I looked in the changing room mirror, a little ashamed at how I was no longer the young man I used to be. I still kept in shape but the days of marathons were behind me. "I'm here, sweetheart. Just got off the plane and getting some shorts. Maybe a swimsuit." "Which hotel are you at?

How she got into it. I pieced this together over time and it is my best guess. She is a private person and would never tell me the details, but she did share a detail here and there and this is what i surmised happened to her. Years ago she had an abusive husband. He was a trucker, handsome with movie star looks. He was very aggressive and verbally. And arrogant. Having been with her i imagine she picked up some of the traits she hated in him. He was a few years older and very experienced and she was a virgin when they met. Anyway after they got married he came home from a road trip with a dozen roses. He told her he would have been home sooner but he stopped at a girlfriends house for a few days. The flowers were for letting him do that. She wept and he slapped her around a bit and got in her doggie style and she came hard and then he did her in the butt hard but still hadn't cum. Get on your knees he ordered and she did and finally he came in her luscious mouth and then took a

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Oh, I shouldn't be doing this...but here I was, naked, kneeling in a hotel room with a guy I had just met an hour ago, staring at his 9-inch dick, rock hard and ready for sucking. I was supposed to be a happily married wife, traveling for her job, and letting my fingers and my vibrator get me off when I was all alone in a hotel room. But the rising tide of forbidden lust spreading through my body as I got ready to smash my wedding vows just made me hotter. He had sat next to me at the hotel bar, and we had chatted for a while. I had told him that I was a married woman, and at the time he seemed to accept that fact. He had offered to walk me to my hotel room door. Once in the elevator, he pressed the button for the 8th floor and pushed the button for the 10th floor when he asked what floor was I on. Halfway up, he hit the STOP button. He spun me around to face him. I could see the lust in his eyes, his head darted forward, his lips plastered against mine, pushing me back against t

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