Straight Female / 25
First Affair
I am Mikayla and I am from a large east coast USA city. I am married (3 years) and I have a pretty normal life and a pretty cool job.
Last week I cheated on my husband. I was away helping my boss close a very very large account. He took me and our top sales executive to Seattle to help finalize the deal.
One evening I felt cooped up in my hotel room so I wandered down to the hotel bar. It was sprinkled with a few couples but mostly it was single men.
Like a beacon saying I am available, I sat at the bar and had a Jamison. It was a challenging week leading up to this week and the deal was planned to close on Thursday. We had prepared very well so I figured a drink or two would not hurt.
About 15 minutes later I decided to order a quesadilla. As I finished ordering, the bartender gave me a drink, pointed to the man in the corner and said this is on him. I turned, nodded a thank you and smiled. Three minutes later, an older, distinguished, well dressed black man was standing next to me. I offered the stool next to me but I made sure he understood I was married.
He nodded and took the stool. As he sat, his pants barely covered the largest cock I had ever seen. It was extremely difficult to miss, even for a much married woman.
We talked, eventually my quesadilla arrived and I offered Jackson (my new friend) some of it. The conversation flowed so easily, like it was meant to happen. He was confident, happy, single, well to do, hung (lol) and he had my attention. My husband popped into my head a couple of times but I will tell you that Jackson had me distracted. The quesadilla turned into cheese fries and a drink or two more, but I could feel my brain and pussy starting to fail me. I made the decision to go back to my room and calm down. Jackson paid the bill and he led me to the elevator. As we got into the elevator, he pushed the button for the fifth floor and asked what floor? I said the same (fifth). That was weird. We both get off the elevator and start walking down the hall. This is bad.
As I stop at my door, Jackson continues down the hall and says room 524 if you get bored. My heart races, my brain goes into hyperdrive and my pussy is on fire.
‘Just to inside your room and go to bed Mikayla!’
As I started to get undressed, I could feel and smell my sex. She was certainly cranked up and I would have to do something about it. I texted my husband (3 hours difference) and said good night.
As I took my panties off, it was impossible to miss how creamy they were. Damp and creamy. My lips glistened with my cream. My clit, which is the exposed kind, seemed to be looking at me and wondering what now. How did this man do this to me? As I stood there, I just imagined what could be. I took a deep breath, put on a t shirt and running pants and opened my door. Good, nobody in the hall. As I walked to room 524, my body has on fire. If I walked in that door, this man would have me and I would be powerless to stop him.
Knock, knock. I heard the tv get quiet and foot steps coming toward the door. As the door unlocked and opened, standing in front of me was 6’ of problem, only dressed in a tight fitting pair of athletic boxers. Fuck, I was in trouble.
He greeted me, led me in the room, kissed me and immediately started to undress me. More kissing, more playful touching. He kissed my neck, chest and nipples. I was incredibly horny at this point. I reached for his cock, barely held behind his boxers, hung like nobody I had been with before. As I reached inside, I could not speak. This was the true definition of a big black cock. My hand barely fit around it.
I sat on the edge of the bed, brought it to my mouth and started licking it. Up and down; sucking the tip; licking his hanging ball sack. When I opened my mouth, he helped slide his cock in it, hitting the back of my throat. This made my eyes water and my throat create some thick saliva. I knew why I was here and I planned to give the cock my best. I worked it hard, deep, sloppy, wet. The saliva was all over my chin and my naked chest. The sheet under my ass was a smoldering hot and creamy mess.
Eventually, he leaned me back and attacked my sex with his tongue. The magic this man did on her sent her over the edge in record time. I came, hard, guttural, deep, powerfully as his tongue plastered my clit and lips. It was then I looked up at him, horny and desperate, and told him to fuck me.
He stood up, stroked his cock a few times, rolled my legs so my knees were touching my nipples and entered my wide open pussy. He filled me to the hilt. Deep, stretching, filling.
He fucked me for a few minutes and I had my second orgasm. Again, strong and powerful. This time, just as I came, he pulled out and I squirted all over the bed. He fucked me like that all night. I left at 6:00 the next day. I slept in room 524 the next two nights.
Last week I cheated on my husband. I was away helping my boss close a very very large account. He took me and our top sales executive to Seattle to help finalize the deal.
One evening I felt cooped up in my hotel room so I wandered down to the hotel bar. It was sprinkled with a few couples but mostly it was single men.
Like a beacon saying I am available, I sat at the bar and had a Jamison. It was a challenging week leading up to this week and the deal was planned to close on Thursday. We had prepared very well so I figured a drink or two would not hurt.
About 15 minutes later I decided to order a quesadilla. As I finished ordering, the bartender gave me a drink, pointed to the man in the corner and said this is on him. I turned, nodded a thank you and smiled. Three minutes later, an older, distinguished, well dressed black man was standing next to me. I offered the stool next to me but I made sure he understood I was married.
He nodded and took the stool. As he sat, his pants barely covered the largest cock I had ever seen. It was extremely difficult to miss, even for a much married woman.
We talked, eventually my quesadilla arrived and I offered Jackson (my new friend) some of it. The conversation flowed so easily, like it was meant to happen. He was confident, happy, single, well to do, hung (lol) and he had my attention. My husband popped into my head a couple of times but I will tell you that Jackson had me distracted. The quesadilla turned into cheese fries and a drink or two more, but I could feel my brain and pussy starting to fail me. I made the decision to go back to my room and calm down. Jackson paid the bill and he led me to the elevator. As we got into the elevator, he pushed the button for the fifth floor and asked what floor? I said the same (fifth). That was weird. We both get off the elevator and start walking down the hall. This is bad.
As I stop at my door, Jackson continues down the hall and says room 524 if you get bored. My heart races, my brain goes into hyperdrive and my pussy is on fire.
‘Just to inside your room and go to bed Mikayla!’
As I started to get undressed, I could feel and smell my sex. She was certainly cranked up and I would have to do something about it. I texted my husband (3 hours difference) and said good night.
As I took my panties off, it was impossible to miss how creamy they were. Damp and creamy. My lips glistened with my cream. My clit, which is the exposed kind, seemed to be looking at me and wondering what now. How did this man do this to me? As I stood there, I just imagined what could be. I took a deep breath, put on a t shirt and running pants and opened my door. Good, nobody in the hall. As I walked to room 524, my body has on fire. If I walked in that door, this man would have me and I would be powerless to stop him.
Knock, knock. I heard the tv get quiet and foot steps coming toward the door. As the door unlocked and opened, standing in front of me was 6’ of problem, only dressed in a tight fitting pair of athletic boxers. Fuck, I was in trouble.
He greeted me, led me in the room, kissed me and immediately started to undress me. More kissing, more playful touching. He kissed my neck, chest and nipples. I was incredibly horny at this point. I reached for his cock, barely held behind his boxers, hung like nobody I had been with before. As I reached inside, I could not speak. This was the true definition of a big black cock. My hand barely fit around it.
I sat on the edge of the bed, brought it to my mouth and started licking it. Up and down; sucking the tip; licking his hanging ball sack. When I opened my mouth, he helped slide his cock in it, hitting the back of my throat. This made my eyes water and my throat create some thick saliva. I knew why I was here and I planned to give the cock my best. I worked it hard, deep, sloppy, wet. The saliva was all over my chin and my naked chest. The sheet under my ass was a smoldering hot and creamy mess.
Eventually, he leaned me back and attacked my sex with his tongue. The magic this man did on her sent her over the edge in record time. I came, hard, guttural, deep, powerfully as his tongue plastered my clit and lips. It was then I looked up at him, horny and desperate, and told him to fuck me.
He stood up, stroked his cock a few times, rolled my legs so my knees were touching my nipples and entered my wide open pussy. He filled me to the hilt. Deep, stretching, filling.
He fucked me for a few minutes and I had my second orgasm. Again, strong and powerful. This time, just as I came, he pulled out and I squirted all over the bed. He fucked me like that all night. I left at 6:00 the next day. I slept in room 524 the next two nights.
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