Straight Female / 27
Hotel Cheating
Hello everyone. I am a 27 year old married female from the midwestern part of the United States. I have been married for five years.
I was on a business trip last week and I cheated on my husband. As of the time that I left on Sunday, my husband and I had been fighting all weekend about basically everything. I tried to temper the fighting as it got closer to my departure time but I really did not get anywhere - both of us were in the wrong though.
Car service to the airport, plane to the other city, shuttle to the hotel and I had arrived about 6 hours later. I was hungry so after I got settled in my room I headed to dinner in the hotel lobby bar restaurant. I could not believe how crowded it was. I guess business travel is back! I got a soda at the bar and finally got a table for dinner. I quickly placed my order and I started to look at my phone. I am not sure what it was but something caught my eye. I looked up, smiled at the men walking by and quickly went back to my phone. I thought, maybe the local pro football team’s game had just ended as the bar started to get filled with jerseys and such. (No, I am not saying the city!
After what seemed like forever, my food finally appeared. It came out hot and looked delicious. I hadn’t eaten since the muffin I had much much earlier in the day. Well, I had pretzels on the plane too. The server let me know that the man at the bar had paid for my meal. I looked up and saw one of the men that walked by earlier. I smiled and mouthed a thank you.
I begin eating my burger and the man appears. He greets me and I say hello back. He is towering over me (I was sitting and he was standing), so I tell him to sit. I say thank you and the customary ‘you did not need to do that.’ The server comes over and this man asks if I want a drink. I declined anything alcoholic as I do not drink but I did ask for a Shirley Temple. We start to talk and it is very free flowing. He was in town with his friends for the football game and I was in town for business. He was not married and me, of course, I am married. He was a gentleman and immediately deferred, apologized and told me he would not pursue this further.
Here I am, alone in a hotel, mad at my husband, with a very attractive older man (I had guessed in his 50’s but it never came up in the conversation) at my table - after just buying dinner for me. I told him to stay until I was finished and we proceeded to sit in the hotel lobby together. The conversation was all over the place including that I left my house mad at my husband. In truth, he was working hard to sleep with me and I had a decision to make. If I give him any indication that I am interested, there is no way anyone could ever find out. It seemed safe enough. He was mature, attractive enough and obviously here for a fun weekend away from the daily grind. The conversation skirted sex a few times until I finally agreed that I would be interested. He told me his room had his friends in it (I had the quick thought of potentially being gang banged) so I offered my room.
As we walked through the very crowded lobby, I felt like I was on display. On a catwalk. An animal being taken to market or to slaughter. It was nerve racking, hot, naughty and it would be cheating in about 15 minutes. I dwarfed this man. He was so much taller than me. He texted his friends and told them he would meet them at the room later.
As we got to my room, I noticed my hands shaking. He reached around me, said relax and unlocked the door. He was a gentleman and I tried to relax. As we got in the room, I immediately realized my bag was open and my three days worth of panties were right on top. All tiny, all thongs and all with matching bras - all on display for this strange man to see.
He walked behind me, kissed my neck and told me to relax. His huge black hands followed my sides to the bottom of my blouse. He started ti pull it over my head, stopped and asked if this was okay. I gave the most faint yes EVER!!! He continued and the same happened for my bra. I was nervous, naked from my waist up and being kissed from behind by this man I had only just met.
I spun around and started to return the favor of undressing him. His Jersey and T shirt came off and he was in okay shape. Not Adonis, but serviceable for sure. He worked my 34c boobs and my rock hard nipples. He kissed me passionately - my husband and I never kissed like that.
It was the moment of truth. I could stop this now but once his and my shorts were off, there was no going back. I grabbed his button and snapped it open. I grabbed his zipper and I nearly died. His cock was hard and pressing on the zipper. It obviously needed to be freed so I willingly unzipped his shorts, let them drop and pulled down his boxers. Holy fuck! The word hung does not even represent this correctly. He was rock hard, black as the night, with a curve down like a banana. My hand immediately started stroking it. Up and down. Up and down. He found my shorts and removed them…well they fell into the same pile as his shorts and boxers. It was me and a stranger and all I was wearing was a maroon thong. He found my c**t and immediately started to work her. She was incredibly wet and I knew it. My clit was swollen and desperate to be touched. He continued to kiss me until he brought me to my first of many cums. His magical fingers made my c**t cum so hard that he literally had to hold me up from collapsing when I was cumming. Off to the bed we went…
He laid down and it was my turn to please him. I got between his legs, stroked his huge cock and began licking the shaft and balls. I was not sure how this would go, but I opened my mouth and began taking him in. Inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. I coughed but surprisingly I did not gag. This man was much bigger than my husband. I had not felt a cock hit the back of my throat in a very long time so I decided to push further. With his help and some relaxing breathes, I took more of him. My throat produced its own lube, as if I knew I could take more. I removed him and sucked him for about 10 minutes, until I was fully ready to hit my wall. I had to see how much I could take. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, relaxed and he fed me his huge cock. Slowly…methodically….each barrier passed until he pushed me all of the way down. I literally felt him in my throat. I literally felt my c**t almost cum. I had taken all of him. He smiled and said something - I really did not hear it. I was too busy giving his cock some much desired attention.
After about 5 minutes of deep throating him, he told me he was getting close. He asked me where he could cum and I told him I would handle that. My mouth and head went into overdrive. I sucked the soul out of the huge cock until he started to tighten up. I shoved him deep, tightened my mouth and tongued him inside my mouth. He let out a howl and flooded my stomach with his warm cum. He was so deep that he literally passed any of my senses and came down my throat. So hot! After he was fully drained, I cleaned him up and we laid in the bed.
I said to him do you ever go fully soft? He told me he usually cums two times before that happens. After freshening up a bit and having about a gallon of water, he comes up behind me and says bend over. Now mind you, I am fucking soaked at this point. I bend over the bed and he starts fingering me from behind. The bastard flicked my clit too…drove me fucking crazy. Out of nowhere, I hear him open a condom. I was like I guess this is happening too. Without any fanfare, he opens my well lubed c**t and and drives his cock in - deep, hard, animalistic. I gasped and must have said fuck like 10 times. I was filled - completely. COMPLETELY! He began to fuck me. No making love. He fucked my white pussy good for what seemed like an eternity. I came an uncountable amount of times. I remembering hearing my phone ring and ping from my husband (and my mom too lol) calling and texting me. I did not give a fuck. I was busy and this huge cock needed my full attention.
When we finally finished, he pulled out, I pulled off his condom and I jerked him off all over my boobs and face. It was raw, hot and completely consuming. He left shortly there after, leaving me naked in my messy bed.
10 calls and multiple texts from my husband.
2 calls and one text from my mom.
1 call from my dad….oh god!
This was cheating. This was wonderful. This may have been a one time thing, but boy, this may be the start of something new and different too.
I was on a business trip last week and I cheated on my husband. As of the time that I left on Sunday, my husband and I had been fighting all weekend about basically everything. I tried to temper the fighting as it got closer to my departure time but I really did not get anywhere - both of us were in the wrong though.
Car service to the airport, plane to the other city, shuttle to the hotel and I had arrived about 6 hours later. I was hungry so after I got settled in my room I headed to dinner in the hotel lobby bar restaurant. I could not believe how crowded it was. I guess business travel is back! I got a soda at the bar and finally got a table for dinner. I quickly placed my order and I started to look at my phone. I am not sure what it was but something caught my eye. I looked up, smiled at the men walking by and quickly went back to my phone. I thought, maybe the local pro football team’s game had just ended as the bar started to get filled with jerseys and such. (No, I am not saying the city!
After what seemed like forever, my food finally appeared. It came out hot and looked delicious. I hadn’t eaten since the muffin I had much much earlier in the day. Well, I had pretzels on the plane too. The server let me know that the man at the bar had paid for my meal. I looked up and saw one of the men that walked by earlier. I smiled and mouthed a thank you.
I begin eating my burger and the man appears. He greets me and I say hello back. He is towering over me (I was sitting and he was standing), so I tell him to sit. I say thank you and the customary ‘you did not need to do that.’ The server comes over and this man asks if I want a drink. I declined anything alcoholic as I do not drink but I did ask for a Shirley Temple. We start to talk and it is very free flowing. He was in town with his friends for the football game and I was in town for business. He was not married and me, of course, I am married. He was a gentleman and immediately deferred, apologized and told me he would not pursue this further.
Here I am, alone in a hotel, mad at my husband, with a very attractive older man (I had guessed in his 50’s but it never came up in the conversation) at my table - after just buying dinner for me. I told him to stay until I was finished and we proceeded to sit in the hotel lobby together. The conversation was all over the place including that I left my house mad at my husband. In truth, he was working hard to sleep with me and I had a decision to make. If I give him any indication that I am interested, there is no way anyone could ever find out. It seemed safe enough. He was mature, attractive enough and obviously here for a fun weekend away from the daily grind. The conversation skirted sex a few times until I finally agreed that I would be interested. He told me his room had his friends in it (I had the quick thought of potentially being gang banged) so I offered my room.
As we walked through the very crowded lobby, I felt like I was on display. On a catwalk. An animal being taken to market or to slaughter. It was nerve racking, hot, naughty and it would be cheating in about 15 minutes. I dwarfed this man. He was so much taller than me. He texted his friends and told them he would meet them at the room later.
As we got to my room, I noticed my hands shaking. He reached around me, said relax and unlocked the door. He was a gentleman and I tried to relax. As we got in the room, I immediately realized my bag was open and my three days worth of panties were right on top. All tiny, all thongs and all with matching bras - all on display for this strange man to see.
He walked behind me, kissed my neck and told me to relax. His huge black hands followed my sides to the bottom of my blouse. He started ti pull it over my head, stopped and asked if this was okay. I gave the most faint yes EVER!!! He continued and the same happened for my bra. I was nervous, naked from my waist up and being kissed from behind by this man I had only just met.
I spun around and started to return the favor of undressing him. His Jersey and T shirt came off and he was in okay shape. Not Adonis, but serviceable for sure. He worked my 34c boobs and my rock hard nipples. He kissed me passionately - my husband and I never kissed like that.
It was the moment of truth. I could stop this now but once his and my shorts were off, there was no going back. I grabbed his button and snapped it open. I grabbed his zipper and I nearly died. His cock was hard and pressing on the zipper. It obviously needed to be freed so I willingly unzipped his shorts, let them drop and pulled down his boxers. Holy fuck! The word hung does not even represent this correctly. He was rock hard, black as the night, with a curve down like a banana. My hand immediately started stroking it. Up and down. Up and down. He found my shorts and removed them…well they fell into the same pile as his shorts and boxers. It was me and a stranger and all I was wearing was a maroon thong. He found my c**t and immediately started to work her. She was incredibly wet and I knew it. My clit was swollen and desperate to be touched. He continued to kiss me until he brought me to my first of many cums. His magical fingers made my c**t cum so hard that he literally had to hold me up from collapsing when I was cumming. Off to the bed we went…
He laid down and it was my turn to please him. I got between his legs, stroked his huge cock and began licking the shaft and balls. I was not sure how this would go, but I opened my mouth and began taking him in. Inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. I coughed but surprisingly I did not gag. This man was much bigger than my husband. I had not felt a cock hit the back of my throat in a very long time so I decided to push further. With his help and some relaxing breathes, I took more of him. My throat produced its own lube, as if I knew I could take more. I removed him and sucked him for about 10 minutes, until I was fully ready to hit my wall. I had to see how much I could take. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, relaxed and he fed me his huge cock. Slowly…methodically….each barrier passed until he pushed me all of the way down. I literally felt him in my throat. I literally felt my c**t almost cum. I had taken all of him. He smiled and said something - I really did not hear it. I was too busy giving his cock some much desired attention.
After about 5 minutes of deep throating him, he told me he was getting close. He asked me where he could cum and I told him I would handle that. My mouth and head went into overdrive. I sucked the soul out of the huge cock until he started to tighten up. I shoved him deep, tightened my mouth and tongued him inside my mouth. He let out a howl and flooded my stomach with his warm cum. He was so deep that he literally passed any of my senses and came down my throat. So hot! After he was fully drained, I cleaned him up and we laid in the bed.
I said to him do you ever go fully soft? He told me he usually cums two times before that happens. After freshening up a bit and having about a gallon of water, he comes up behind me and says bend over. Now mind you, I am fucking soaked at this point. I bend over the bed and he starts fingering me from behind. The bastard flicked my clit too…drove me fucking crazy. Out of nowhere, I hear him open a condom. I was like I guess this is happening too. Without any fanfare, he opens my well lubed c**t and and drives his cock in - deep, hard, animalistic. I gasped and must have said fuck like 10 times. I was filled - completely. COMPLETELY! He began to fuck me. No making love. He fucked my white pussy good for what seemed like an eternity. I came an uncountable amount of times. I remembering hearing my phone ring and ping from my husband (and my mom too lol) calling and texting me. I did not give a fuck. I was busy and this huge cock needed my full attention.
When we finally finished, he pulled out, I pulled off his condom and I jerked him off all over my boobs and face. It was raw, hot and completely consuming. He left shortly there after, leaving me naked in my messy bed.
10 calls and multiple texts from my husband.
2 calls and one text from my mom.
1 call from my dad….oh god!
This was cheating. This was wonderful. This may have been a one time thing, but boy, this may be the start of something new and different too.
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