Straight Female / 32
Best Sex Ever
I will admit, I am always horny and I was always afraid this may happen. I cheated on my husband last month.
I was traveling for business, feeling down, feeling horny. I went to the hotel restaurant for dinner and the only place to sit was the bar. I settled in, ordered a soda and started to read the menu. I get my soda, place my order and pull out my phone. About 10 minutes later, the bartender comes over with another soda and says this is from that guy (and points to a table in the restaurant). I wave and say thank you.
The thoughts immediately crossed my mind - did I project that I needed company or needed to be flirted with? Am I dressed looking for sex? I did not think so, but then again, my husband says I exude sexuality on a normal day. My husband…ugh! What would he think?
But the damage was done. My c**t had already been awake. My desire was already there. The feeling of nobody would ever know consumed me. I asked the bartender to send him a drink.
He did and returned with a message asking me to join the man at the table, so I did. The conversation was good, happy, satisfying. We ate dinner and the conversation moved more sexual. We were both married and feeling needy. He eventually asked if I wanted to join him in his room. Those words felt like they made my c**t burn a hole through my panties. Trying to be flirty, I asked him what would we do in his room, watch tv? And he said sure, if that is what you want. It was the perfect answer. He paid and we made our way to his room. Touching, kissing the entire way.
As soon as we got in the room, I started to undress. I wanted to fuck so badly! He followed. As his boxers came off, his shiny black cock just hung there, waiting for me to grab it. It was thick, heavy, full and started to grow and get hard. He kissed me and found my naked, soaked and hungry c**t. One finger, two fingers then three….and bam…I started to come about a minute later. My knees buckled. My body convulsed. My c**t exploded. My hand gripped his hung cock like a vice. When I came to, I pushed him to the bed and I went down on him. I could not get enough of his cock. All the way up and all the way down. Stroking, sucking, squeezing his balls. Fuck, I was so horny.
As I am looking up at him, I stop sucking his cock and say ‘fuck me’. He stood me up, spun me around, pushed me on the bed and took my c**t doggie style. He was not gentle on my needy c**t. He took it. He took it hard and deep, stretching me a bit. The pounding, the animalistic pounding that I allowed my c**t to take was incredible. She could not get enough of his cock. After about 15 minutes, he says I need to cum. My answer, still a heat of the moment answer, was ‘just cum inside me, I am on the pill!’ This man grabbed my hair and pummeled me for another minute until he blasted spirt after spirt of his load in my c**t, which of course made me cum too.
We fucked on and off until the morning. I went back to my room, got ready for my meetings and never saw the man again.
I was traveling for business, feeling down, feeling horny. I went to the hotel restaurant for dinner and the only place to sit was the bar. I settled in, ordered a soda and started to read the menu. I get my soda, place my order and pull out my phone. About 10 minutes later, the bartender comes over with another soda and says this is from that guy (and points to a table in the restaurant). I wave and say thank you.
The thoughts immediately crossed my mind - did I project that I needed company or needed to be flirted with? Am I dressed looking for sex? I did not think so, but then again, my husband says I exude sexuality on a normal day. My husband…ugh! What would he think?
But the damage was done. My c**t had already been awake. My desire was already there. The feeling of nobody would ever know consumed me. I asked the bartender to send him a drink.
He did and returned with a message asking me to join the man at the table, so I did. The conversation was good, happy, satisfying. We ate dinner and the conversation moved more sexual. We were both married and feeling needy. He eventually asked if I wanted to join him in his room. Those words felt like they made my c**t burn a hole through my panties. Trying to be flirty, I asked him what would we do in his room, watch tv? And he said sure, if that is what you want. It was the perfect answer. He paid and we made our way to his room. Touching, kissing the entire way.
As soon as we got in the room, I started to undress. I wanted to fuck so badly! He followed. As his boxers came off, his shiny black cock just hung there, waiting for me to grab it. It was thick, heavy, full and started to grow and get hard. He kissed me and found my naked, soaked and hungry c**t. One finger, two fingers then three….and bam…I started to come about a minute later. My knees buckled. My body convulsed. My c**t exploded. My hand gripped his hung cock like a vice. When I came to, I pushed him to the bed and I went down on him. I could not get enough of his cock. All the way up and all the way down. Stroking, sucking, squeezing his balls. Fuck, I was so horny.
As I am looking up at him, I stop sucking his cock and say ‘fuck me’. He stood me up, spun me around, pushed me on the bed and took my c**t doggie style. He was not gentle on my needy c**t. He took it. He took it hard and deep, stretching me a bit. The pounding, the animalistic pounding that I allowed my c**t to take was incredible. She could not get enough of his cock. After about 15 minutes, he says I need to cum. My answer, still a heat of the moment answer, was ‘just cum inside me, I am on the pill!’ This man grabbed my hair and pummeled me for another minute until he blasted spirt after spirt of his load in my c**t, which of course made me cum too.
We fucked on and off until the morning. I went back to my room, got ready for my meetings and never saw the man again.
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