SEXY MONA

Moving from philosophy to details....

Tuesday with Mona completed a day that, although meaningless in the scheme of things, made for a smoking time.

I decided that we would hook up in a happening lounge of a swank hotel. A good mix of people, lively and posh... but not snobby. Besides it was close to work which would fit into the grand scheme of things later.

I showed up just a few minutes late and saw Mona already at the bar drink in hand. Though she told me that she knew of the place, she was dressed more like for the club where we met than an upscale place. Tight body, perfect skin and although not beautiful...quite cute. Her drink of choice was Mohito of which I gladly indulged myself. This is highly recommended. Sugar with rum will dull any alcohol sensation making u feel like ur drinking sugar water. By the time you realize the effects....your streaking naked through the streets with a lamp shade on your head.

For 21 years old, the thing that was most sexy about Mona was her knack at suggestive conversation and interaction. Everything on her part was suggestive; a touch of the hand while talking, a subtle but seductive look; a sexy lick of the drink straw. She was either naturally proficient in this subtle art form or had been diligently reading Cosmo's tips on seducing men.

The alcohol flowed and so did our conversation which never dulled with uncomfortable silence. We moved from the bar to a couch and kanoodled, getting more and more touchy feely along the way. When I pressed her about how we met and about being married she said "if you dont give a shit that your married...Why should I?" Short and concise...yet poignant.

After several hours of sexy and sarcastic banter we became a little bit too touchy feely for that particular establishment. I suggested we go back to my office which was just a few blocks away. (Yes...I know... how convenient). It was late...and the making out ensued right when we got into my car. We were so consumed with each other and the alcohol that it was a challenging few block drive.

At that time of night, and as high up as it is, the office view is gorgeous. The City lights were all that were needed to add just the perfect hint of illumination. As we walked in....the site of her black g-string straps riding up from her jeans and hugging around her awesome hips was insanely hot. Damn...us dudes are such the visual creatures! We went straight for each other...it was hot and rough and we were naked within in seconds. The intense action coupled with the alcohol and the awesome view created an almost surreal aura.

So what was this chick like? How did she like it? Quite interesting...she was very vocal...which is always hot, but the quirk with her is that she made an effort to try almost every position imaginable, devoting only a short time for each. Specifically directing me from one position to the next: Doggie....cow-girl, reverse-cowgirl, on the desk with her butt to me, the one leg on the desk...the couch...and on and on. It was hot though maybe a little too rushed. But seeing her body spread from every angle, front, back, side...and looking at those awesome curves was incredible. When a chick is that confident with herself it makes for such the hotter session.

Given the intensity of it all we finished with quite the bang...we were both hot, sticky and sweaty. She then proceeded with a post-sex maneuver that freaked me out somewhat. Not something that's necessarily gross...but that would freak out many guys. No need for graphic details right now, but maybe a subject of future discussion.

I took her to her car, we made out some more and I told her that I would call her later in the week.

Between Rachel and Mona it was quite a day...not the usual day either for the Cheating Spouse, but shit happens. It was late and dealing with the potential repercussions at home was less than desirable. But there is always a price to pay for the cheating ways. More on that to come.