Married in name only

I'm 49, good looking, athletic, salt-pepper grey, corporate executive with the sex drive of a teenager. My employment has always required travel which facilitated my desires for my variety in women and men. After our only son was born my wife's sex drive took a nose dive as seems to be the case many times; maternal instincts take precedent, and they should, but not replace sex completely. I was gone more than I was home, so it took us years to realize we were married, best friends, and no longer lovers. We've stayed together for our son who is in his second year at the university and plan to go our separate ways when he graduates college.
I'm a CPA/Auditor and was on a permanent out of town assignment until our clients accounting problems were resolved when this very special experience occurred. It was a Sunday evening and I'm sitting at airport hotel shuttle pick up talking to my son waiting from my ride. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a really good looking man pulling his suitcase as he walked to the same pick up area. He stopped beside a column as he checked his itinerary and looked toward the arriving vans. Both pulled way and there were only a few people left but more were joining us. We made eye contact both doing a double take; that eye contact telling me his wedding band was a symbol not a straight jacket. For 10 minutes we kept making eye contact and nothing more. When the my hotel van arrived and 6 people moved to the curb, including him. We set beside each other on our way to the hotel and I made sure my knee was close to his and he never moved his leg one inch. As we pulled into the hotel he slightly rubbed his knee up against mine and my cock pulsated.
On the drive to the hotel the passengers and driver chatted about hotel, city and weather as we made our way to the check in. Standing outside the van waiting to collect our luggage the man introduced himself and we shook hands; the chemistry was there. We both stayed back as the others checked in and agreed to meet for drinks later. Sure enough around 8pm he walked into the lounge and set down beside me at the bar. We had a drink as our knees make contact again; repeatedly rubbing up and down. By the second drink I was sprouting a boner when he invited me to his room.
As soon as the door was closed behind me we had our tongues down each others throats grinding our hard cock against each other. We removed each other clothes dropping them on the floor falling sideways onto the bed. We were both average men, with average cocks but an intense burning need for sex. We rubbed our hairy chest together and our legs with like pretzels wrapped all around the other while we made love. We gave each other tongue baths sucked the other cock did a 69 and rimmed each other into a sexual frenzy.
He needed his face fucked, so he laid him on the bed, on his back, while I set on his chest with my cock in his mouth. My fingers were interlocked behind his head as I pulled it up hunch fucking his mouth. He got on his knees at the foot of the bed and I stood in front of him with my cock in his mouth. He has a beautiful head of wavy salt and pepper hair and I held him by the hair of his head and skull fucking him as tears ran down his face. He needed this, and so did I! A few times I let go of his hair slapping him across the face and calling him nasty names. I laid him on the bed on his back with his head hanging off, stood there with my dick all the way down his throat as I sucked his cock, which was drooling pre cum like a leaky faucet. Then he gave me as good as I gave him.
I fucked him in every position I knew finally putting him on his back to see his face when we got off. When he cum it hit his cheeks, chin and hairy chest and his ass muscle clamped down on my cock like a pair of pliers. I jerked out ripped off the condom and spewed a big load on him - right with his cum. Then I took my fingers mixing our cum together and fed it to him, and then bent down to get some on my tongue and we kissed.
The next night we started in the bathtub facing each other as we pissed on each others crotch and did it all over again. We spent the night together and eat our cream pies off the others seriously fucked ass c**ts. He left the next day but not before we met in my hotel room for another round. If I could find a man like him in my home town I would leave my wife now and come out of the closet.

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