Nicole was out for a night of clubbing. She was getting really into it lately, to let her hair down and relax while the stress of daily life got on top of her during the day. Sure, it wasn't very proper for a married woman to be out doing such a thing. It wasn't as if she didn't know that. She just enjoyed it too much to keep away, and right now she couldn't be more glad to be out on the dancefloor shaking her ass.

          Harold had been careful about getting his hands on a fake ID. He wasn't a kid or anything, he was just slightly too young to be let into this club and had to sneak around to get in. Still, he'd been so curious about the club scene lately he couldn't stop himself from looking into it. It felt like a secret hidden world where people could just let loose, and he wanted in on that.

          His ID had a fake name on it, of course. If he was going to use a fake ID he might as well take advantage of the opportunity to reinvent himself a little bit.

          He'd dressed up specifically to look more mature and like what he imagined the typical nightclub goer looked like, and he was secretly a little bit worried he might be trying too hard. When he asked himself what a cool guy who goes to nightclubs might dress like he found himself imagining the Fonz. Nobody was cooler than the Fonz, right? For this reason he'd donned a leather jacket and white t-shirt combo. He even put some effort into styling his hair, combing in some product to give off a sense of maturity. He wore some drainpipe jeans and his nice pair of black boots.

          As he made his way to the dancefloor and took in the dim, pulse-pounding atmosphere of the place his eyes scanned the crowd. He wasn't sure exactly who he was looking for, but he was certainly surprised at who he found.

          He'd always had a huge puppy crush on Nicole. While he'd never even dreamt of acting on his feelings before, in this moment things were pretty different. It was hard not to think of getting it on with her when she was in the dark, her tight dress barely covering her body as she shook rhythmically from side to side. Her gorgeous round ass bounced as she moved, and the sight of it was making his mouth water.

          She was wearing a very tight, revealing bodycon dress with a bright zebra print design. It certainly made her stand out even under the dim lights, and made the outline of her wide hips even more prominent.

          While he certainly hadn't expected to run into her of all people tonight, the surprise wasn't exactly unpleasant either. Sure, she was a married woman and it felt strange to see somebody with a committed family unit dancing at a club as if she were single, but another part of him was screaming at him to go and dance with her. He'd been aware of his burgeoning attraction to Nicole for quite some time, and this was his chance. With his disguise and the dark atmosphere in here she probably wouldn't recognise him either.

          Of course, he didn't want to get into trouble for getting frisky with a woman who was married - especially not one who was so much older than him. It would be scandalous if anyone found out. It probably wasn't a good idea to go ahead and act on such attractions if the consequences could be so damn serious.

          Then she happened to turn her hips a little differently, and for the briefest moment her dress rode up a little bit. Harold caught with his wandering eye a flash of bare skin and quickly realised that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Well, either she wasn't or whatever she was wearing simply covered very little because her ass was totally bare. It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to push him just that little bit that he'd been needing. He just couldn't resist the temptation anymore.

          He made his way across the dancefloor, swaying and moving to the beat as he went and dodging out of people's way. There were a lot of bodies on the floor, moving against each other and bumping and grinding to the music. He could feel the loud subwoofer thumping in his chest.

          Slowly he made his way to where she was dancing, and danced right next to her. Their eyes connected for a moment and he flashed her a smile to indicate his interest. She smiled back and moved in closer, letting him share her personal space as they both swayed and moved in rhythm with each other. She looked even more enchanting up close, her gorgeous skin glowing with energy from dancing and her face beaming with uninhibited enjoyment. It was really refreshing to see her dressed up and happy like this - he couldn't recall a time he'd ever seen her look this free and beautiful.

          Here and there she teased him a little, letting her body brush lightly against his to see how he'd react. He would respond by moving closer and brushing back, letting her back, shoulders and most importantly her gorgeous ass press against his body. Soon enough they were pressed together and moving as if they were one, and Harold could feel himself getting carried away in the moment.

          The song changed, and she turned to face him. It wasn't as if she could speak on the dancefloor thanks to how loud the music was, but she took him by the hand and gave him a sultry look before leading him back towards the bar.

          She ordered two drinks, and took him to a table where they could sit and talk. Harold couldn't believe how far he was getting - Nicole seemed genuinely interested in him. She introduced herself as if they were strangers, and Harold almost used his real name for a second but stopped himself and remembered the fake one.

          It wasn't that he was lying to keep her interested in him - well, actually he totally was - he'd just panicked and was worried about how she'd react if he gave himself away as, well, just plain old Harold. He'd come in here looking all mature and fashionable, like some kind of casanova. She'd probably pop a blood vessel if she realised who he actually was. Maybe a part of him was just thinking with his dick, too; this was an opportunity to get with a woman he'd been passively ogling at for quite some time. He'd probably never get another chance with her.

          "I'm impressed that you came over and danced with me like that. You're charming and confident." She smiled, staring into her drink and then up at him. The colourful lighting of the room highlighted her beautiful face and her dark eyes. "You know... I noticed you watching me right away. I was hoping to give somebody a show, and you seemed like the perfect audience."

          "Well, it was quite a show." He remarked. He'd been holding his voice a little lower all night - purposely stretching his throat to sound a little older and to avoid being recognised.

          "You know, the show doesn't have to be over, either." She glanced up into his eyes, a wicked look on her face. "I think I could be down for an encore. That is, if you are."

          Was she proposing what he thought she was proposing? If so, he was totally in. He needed to play it cool, though, if he wanted to keep the facade going. And oh, he really wanted to keep it going.

          "What kind of encore are we talking about?" He enquired, his fingers browsing through the back of his hair. Did he look cool doing this or just ridiculous? He was getting pretty nervous.

          She chuckled, fingers raking through her dark short hair. "Oh, you know... I'd love to tell you more about what I can do. Maybe we can discuss more at your place?"

          She really was proposing that, huh? There was absolutely no way he could take her back home. That would give him away immediately. He couldn't exactly risk his parents catching him either - the scandal would be too much to bear. He'd simply die of embarrassment if his parents found out about him hooking up with a married woman and even more so if they happened to witness something.

          "Ah, I don't know. See, I'm just travelling through town so I don't have anywhere permanent." He hastily explained. Harold had impressed himself just now - that was actually a pretty damn believable excuse. Smooth, Harold. "I was planning on crashing at a motel tonight."

          Nicole seemed to believe him, too. "I see - a bit of a rolling stone are we? I don't mind a motel either. There's something about you I really like, and if you're not local that can't be helped."

          Holy shit. She was seriously still interested?

          "Well, alright." He cocked a sly little grin. He was doing his best to play it cool, but man it was getting difficult to not look excited.

         

          By the time they'd booked the room, stepped inside and shut the door Nicole was pulling him in close again. Harold was perfectly happy to let her, meeting her mouth with his own as they finally started making out. Her mouth on his was seriously heaven. He'd always wondered what it would be like to kiss Nicole, and it was happening. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he followed suit, kissing her right back with just as much passion.

          She pulled back to breathe and purred, her tongue darting out to run along her lower lip. "Mmh, Harold."

          Then she pushed her lips to his again and he simply sighed, high on finally hearing his name in Nicole's voice. His hands kept wandering around, searching for her hips. They eventually found their place on either side. She pulled back again.

          "You didn't correct me. It really is you, huh?"

          He realised his mistake. How had he seriously not kept an eye on the whole fake name thing? His whole story was quickly unravelling and he could tell by the look on her face. It might have been hard for her to tell on that dimly lit dance floor, but right now the disguise wasn't fooling her.

          "I-- No, I just--"

          She frowned, stopping him before he made a total fool out of himself. "No, Harold I know it's you. I'm not hearing another made up story."

          He cleared his throat, and looked up at her pitifully. "Am I in trouble? Y-You know, I'm at the age of consent so..."

          "But you're not old enough to get into that club, are you? You still had to lie." She was quick to point out. "Also, lying to a woman to try and get in her pants isn't a gentlemanly move. I thought you were a nicer person than that, Harold. What would your parents think if they knew their boy was lying to women like that?"

          That definitely caused him to start panicking. All this time he'd taken precautions to keep his parents from finding out what he was up to. "Please. Please, Nicole, don't tell my parents. If- Hey, if you knew the truth then why did you come all the way out to this motel to sleep with me?"

          She shrugged, and her eyes were darting around the room suddenly. "Well, back at the club you did fool me a little bit. I only suspected it was you slightly, and you were so charming that I kind of didn't want to believe it so I played along and ignored the signs. It was a bit stupid of me, really."

          A sad look came over his face for a moment. "I'm so sorry I lied-- wait, did you just say you honestly find me charming?"

          "Yeah." She admitted, with a little laugh and a sigh. "You know, I'll keep this a secret from your parents so long as you're willing to keep it a secret from my husband and kids. Neither of us have been our most honest selves tonight."

          Well, that sounded like a fair trade. She was right about that. They were both doing this behind the backs of their loved ones. Neither of them was exactly at their most honest or wholesome tonight. He wasn't sure if she meant this was where she wanted to end things, though.

          "Yeah... Why exactly are you going out and clubbing without your husband? I thought it was pretty odd to see somebody with a committed partner, going out all alone." He pondered out loud. "And with no underwear on, looking for hook-ups?"

          She fidgeted around for a moment, before getting comfortable again. "Okay, I guess I owe you some kind of explanation. I've dragged you into it after all."

          "I'm all ears."

          Nicole breathed out slowly, finding the courage to admit all of this out loud to him. "Our marriage isn't exactly going great. My relationship with my husband, if you can even call it that, has been loveless and sexless for a long time now. We just don't feel that way about each other anymore. I plan on leaving him once the kids have left for college, but at the moment we want to keep things intact a little longer. I feel guilty for breaking those vows, yes, but I'm in my prime and I have needs that I want to satisfy. What's the point in being married if we don't even fuck anymore, right?"

          Harold came a bit closer and offered her his shoulder to lean on. He did feel a bit bad for her - how could he not? "That sounds like a tough position. Is there any reason you guys can't break things off now? Marriage is a sacred bind, ya know? It's, like, a very serious promise."

          "It's just for the kids. I don't want to stress them out by doing that too soon, you know?"

          He kind of regretted bringing up the seriousness of marriage - it had been him who had jumped at the opportunity to violate that marriage with her. He wasn't innocent of breaking that sanctity either. Still, he kind of understood where she was coming from. It seemed like they were keeping their marriage together, not out of love for each other, but out of a sense of duty for how they parented their kids. He didn't want to judge her too harshly when her situation was this complicated.

          "Y-You know, if we were married I'd definitely want to satisfy your needs." He blurted out. "I wouldn't stop loving you or-- or making love to you."

          It sounded a little bit corny, but he was nervous.

          Her face brightened up a bit.

          "Really?" But then he saw her facial expression shift to one of curiosity. "And how would you satisfy me, hmm? Tell me what kinds of things we'd get up to."

          He laughed bashfully and let her lean in to kiss him again, his hands quickly reaching to hold her hips again. Their kissing quickly got passionate once more, as Harold was the one to deepen the kiss and push his tongue into her mouth this time. She moaned, held onto his shoulders and let his hands wander further down so he could touch her ass. It felt better than he's ever imagined; so round and plump under his palms.

          Nicole gave a pleased hum as she felt his warm hands on her so he gave her ass a nice firm squeeze, emboldened by her enjoyment. His palms rubbed circles into her butt and she pushed harder into their embrace.

          Harold felt her hands brushing against his leather jacket, trying to coax the front of it open. He got the hint, pulling the open coat off of his shoulders and laying it aside so she could more easily get her hands on him. Fingers ran over his chest and then down his front until they finally rested on the fly of his jeans.

          He watched in awe as she popped open his top button and then slowly dragged down his zipper. Her eyes were on him the whole time, and then she was pulling on them to encourage him to take them off. As Harold kicked off his pants, Nicole started unzipping the hidden fastening on the side of her tight dress.

          Once he was done, he quickly came back to her side to help her out of her outfit. Sure enough, she was totally naked underneath. Her breasts spilled free onto her chest, glorious and full. Harold couldn't help but notice her thick, hard nipples. They were a real sight to behold, decorating her chest so beautifully that he couldn't help but feel his mouth begin to water at the very sight of them. Her ass looked even more amazing when it was fully bare, too, and he couldn't help but just stare at her body for a moment.

          "You like what you're seeing, don't you?" She giggled to herself, very flattered by his dumb gaze. "What do you like the most? Come on, tell me. Don't be shy."

          Harold swallowed a lump in his throat as his trance was broken by her sudden question. "Uhm, I have to admit... You look amazing everywhere but I just can't help but admire your great ass."

          His face turned beet red immediately after he said it, but she seemed very pleased to hear that - her teeth sank into her bottom lip. "Tell me more."

          "I-- The whole time we were dancing together I was thinking about finally getting my hands on it! I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, and uh, your ass has always enticed me so much."

          She smiled widely, her face practically glowing. "Well, that's very lucky. It just so happens that I absolutely love it in the ass."

          "You do?" He felt his heart jump in his chest.

          "Yeah. I also find it really flattering that you like it so much." She leaned back to show off more of her body to him as she coaxed more dirty talk out of him. "I'd happily let you do that. I feel like it would be just what I need tonight."

          "Heh, nice..." He muttered to himself for a moment before gathering the courage to lean back in and kiss her again.

          The two of them rolled around on the bed for a while, and at some point Harold's underwear was tossed aside so that they were both equally nude. Nicole eventually found her way onto her front, and Harold excitedly kissed his way down her spine on his way to his prize - her amazing ass.

          He held both cheeks in his hands for a moment and got a good look at it, spreading her cheeks open and just admiring how great it looked before finally pressing his head between them to kiss her hole.

          Nicole made a pleased little squeak as his lips pressed against her asshole, and he started lovingly kissing her ass with his open mouth. He ran his tongue along her crack, and soon she was holding onto the sheets and moaning at the feeling of it. It seemed she really was in need of some satisfaction, because it didn't take long for her to start begging for more.

          "Mmh, Harold... More. Your fingers--"

          He understood what she was trying to say. He gave his fingers a thorough lick before pressing two finger tips to her ass, rubbing and circling it. Nicole pushed her hips back into him, encouraging him to put them in. Well, he had no reason not to give her what she wanted. He pushed his finger tips into her hole and breached her, fingering her sweet, hot insides slowly at first. Gradually, he built up a pace and started to spread his digits out to help stretch her muscles.

          It was a good thing he'd brought lube and condoms with him, because this was as good a time as any to have them handy. He rummaged through his inner jacket pocket and got out the two wrappers, ripping open the lube with his teeth and pouring it onto his fingers.

          As he resumed fingering her she gasped and then moaned at the added lubrication. It didn't take long for her to start begging again.

          "Fuck, Harold. Put it in." She moaned into the back of her hand. "Do it. I'm ready."

          "Yes ma'am." He nodded, pulling open the condom wrapper and rolling it onto his rock hard dick. "Well, here goes!"

          He rubbed the rest of the lube onto his dick before pressing up against her asshole and slowly sinking in. Her insides were tight and hot, squeezing down around his dick and sucking him in. He couldn't help but let out a slight moan under his breath.

          It didn't take long for them to get into it - eventually Harold found a good angle that had Nicole panting and rocking her hips back into him. Her ass bounced against his hips in a way that could only be described as hypnotic. The cheap motel bed creaked a little under them as they got carried away in their excitement.

          "H-Harold."

          "Huh?"

          She pleaded through frantic breaths. "P-Put it in me raw. I want it raw."

          He wasted no time, pulling out and removing the rubber before sliding back in. He wasn't about to turn down a request like that.

          It felt surreal, being inside Nicole with nothing between them.

          Harold could feel the velvety texture of her insides, hot and slick around his cock. He reached around her upper body to cup one breast in his hand, squeezing and pulling on her nipple. The thrilled sounds she made as he played with the pretty peaks of her tits only excited him even more.

          He found that his orgasm was approaching pretty quickly, but it seemed like Nicole didn't want him to slow down. As he started to lose his rhythm she picked up the slack by throwing her ass back into him with more rigor.

          "Nicole I'm pretty close..." He blurted out, hunching over her back and barely holding onto his composure.

          She moaned, low and long. "Go ahead. Do it inside."

          Just hearing her say that was enough to push him the rest of the way, and he spilled over deep inside her ass. He groaned, felt every muscle in his body tremble as pleasure overcame his entire body and eventually they both collapsed onto the mattress. Breathing heavily, they took a long moment to get their bearings.

          Of course, they couldn't keep off of each other for long. Lazily, Nicole crawled on top of Harold and started kissing him deeply. She caught his lips with hers and hummed against his mouth, slipping her tongue inside. He was more than willing to let her take the lead, and soon enough he was getting hard again.

          This time she sat on his lap and guided his dick into her ass herself, and he noticed how much easier it was for him to slide into her - both with the added lubrication of their previous round and of course the fact her muscles were a lot more relaxed. Still, she felt as amazing as the first time as her hot, wet insides pulled him deeper in an inch at a time.

          She rode him hard and fast, her tits bouncing against her chest as she did. Harold couldn't help but reach up to hold them, rolling them under his hands and tilting his hips up to follow her rhythm.

          They kept this up, crashing into each other harder and harder. Harold trailed one hand down her chest and toyed with her clit and he felt her clench up even tighter. He rolled it under his thumb, watching her eyes flutter closed as she started to get closer to her own orgasm this time.

          Amazingly enough, they came together this time. Harold slammed his hips up into her as hard as he could and her lower half shook and quaked as she threw her head back.

          They kept on fucking deep into the night, and after several satisfying rounds they finally collapsed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

         

          Waking up, the first thing they both noticed was how sweaty and naked they were. There was a moment of panicked glancing between them as they weren't sure where to go from here.

          "I swear I'll keep this a secret, you know." Harold suddenly announced, anxiously breaking the silence.

          She smiled at him. "I trust you, Harold. Telling people would be bad for both of us. Besides, I'd like to do this again some time - wouldn't you?"

          He blinked hard, still amazed that a woman as gorgeous as Nicole was so interested in him. "I-- Yeah! Yeah, I'd like that a lot. Of course."

          "There's no way I'm gonna have a night like that and then not hook up with you again." She asserted, shifting in close to him to pull him in for a hug.

          They fell back asleep in each other's arms for a while, and before drifting off Harold could have sworn he heard Nicole say she wanted another round when they both woke up.

          Well, that sure was a lucky night if he'd ever had one.