Sex Without Commitment

She said, “Sex Without Commitment sounds so much better than Fuck Buddy.”

She was right.

Abigail said that, as we lay naked on the bed in a local no-tell motel after our first sexual marathon.

I replied, “You were amazing.”

Abigail said, “I can be…with the right partner…and you seem to be the right partner. Sex without commitment. I like the sound of that.”

I asked, “Should we set any guidelines?”

Abigail gave me a funny look and then said, “We cannot fall in love, we both have that with our spouses. What we have is strictly sex, for the benefit of sex with no strings attached.”

I gave her a kiss on her cheek and said, “Then all I have to do is ask!”

Abigail said, “Yes, and all I have to do is ask.”

I asked, “So how do you feel about oral and anal?”

Abigail giggled and answered, “Well I love oral sex and I don’t get anywhere near enough of that at home. As far as anal sex goes, I can take it or leave it.”

I smiled and said, “So anal is possible.”

Abigail said, “Occasionally.”

Then she said, “What if I want it during my period?”

I gave a little chuckle and said, “Blood doesn’t bother me at all. That is about the only time that my wife lets me in her. I might get it two nights every twenty-eight days. I even mark my calendar at work.”

Abigail said, “Good because I get so horny at that time of the month that I have to keep going to the lady’s room to masturbate. Do you know anyplace at work that is safe enough for a quickie?”

I said, “I’ll find one. I have a couple of places in mind. I just have to make sure that they are safe.”

Abigail said, “Okay I need to get cleaned up and on my way home. My husband will be home soon and my children will be hungry.”

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That was our first rendezvous. It was a Saturday morning while her husband played golf and her two children were at Little League practice. That gave us two hours together. They were the best two hours with a woman that I had had in several years. After the birth of our only child my wife’s sexual desires changed drastically…for the worse.

In that two hours Abigail and I had sex three times. Well, what I mean is, that I got to cum in her three times. She had a whole lot of orgasms. I loved making her cum. She loved it when I nibbled on her engorged clit. That really got her off.

She wanted sex so badly that she sucked me hard the last time and even climbed on top. I’m telling you that she really wanted sex.

We had bantered about sex for a couple of months at work. She had allowed me to brush up against her breasts or her firm ass without getting slapped.

Then that Friday she said, “Can we get together about nine o’clock in the morning?”

I said, “Sure! Why?”

Abigail looked at me and said, “Sex. Just plane simple sex. I’ve got two hours to offer you and I really want it as often as you can give it to me.”

I asked, “Are you serious?”

Abigail said, “Get a motel room and give me a call on my cell phone just a few minutes before nine to tell me what motel and the room number. Be sure to pay cash and use a phony name.”

I looked at her and said, “You’ve done this before.”

Abigail said, “No! I haven’t! But I’ve sure given it a lot of thought lately.”

I asked, “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

Abigail said, “More than you’ll ever know.”

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Monday at work we got a moment alone in the snack room.

She said, “I just want to thank you for a wonderful time. I haven’t felt that relaxed in a very long time.”

I replied, “My pleasure, and I do mean that. Oh by the way I found a place. It isn’t very nice but it is safe.”

Abigail asked, “I won’t get dirty will I? I don’t need to draw that kind of attention to myself.”

I said, “I can clean it up and we can check it out together during our afternoon break.”

She said, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

So I managed to get down there and clean it up. I moved some things around, added a lock to the inside, and I installed a bubble mirror high on the hallway wall so that I could see down both directions at the same time. I found a couple of rolls of paper towels for cleanup afterwards.

We decided to postpone our breaks until after the rest of the department had taken theirs. She gave me the signal by walking past my desk on her way out. I followed at a discreet distance until we were out of sight, then I took the lead. She followed me down into the storage area and into the old custodial closet. It hadn’t been used in a few years because we had hired an outside contractor to do that work for us.

Once inside I watched Abigail reach up under her skirt and pull her panties down and off. She held then in her hand and leaned over lifting up the back of her skirt as she did so.

I dropped my pants and my underwear to my knees and stuck my cock into her pussy from behind. I was already hard and she was already wet so it went in easily. I thrust myself into her fast, hard, and furiously. She moaned and begged for me to go faster and harder yet. The whole thing took under five minutes. Well, she had asked for a quickie.

She grabbed the roll of paper towels, tore off a sheet, and shoved it up between her legs. Then she offered me one. I wiped and I watched her wipe. Then I watched her take a second paper towel and shove it into her pussy. Then she pulled her panties back on and waited for me to give her the all clear so that she could leave.

I left a minute behind her and went up a different way, bringing a cup of hot chocolate back to my desk with me. I saw Abigail with a soda sitting on her desk. She gave me a smile.

We had parked our cars next to one another and a ways from the entrance so that we were pretty much alone there. After work we walked together toward our cars.

Abigail said, “I like this sex without commitment.”

I said, “I’m quite fond of it myself.”

She said, “Lets cool it tomorrow and do it Wednesday but in the morning this time. We don’t want to become predictable.”

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My wife noticed that I was in better humor and that I wasn’t pestering her for sex as much. I told her that I was trying to understand her lack of interest in sex. In a way that backfired, she actually started giving it to me a couple of times a week.

Abigail told me a similar story about her husband.

Over the next twenty years we enjoyed sex without commitment. When we turned fifty and our children had grown we finally admitted to one another that we were in love. Soon afterwards we were living together. We gave our spouses the option for divorce but at far as Abigail and I were concerned it really didn’t matter. After all we had been in love for a very long time.

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