My Unexpected dinner party familiar

This is a confessedly story which happened recently, so I have changed the madam 's name to protect her identity.

I travel a lot for work and drop half my life in hotels. It's a only existence, but I enjoy it. One evening, my gearing was delayed. By the time I had checked into my hotel, found my room, texted the wife to let her fuck I'd arrived, and gone downstairs to eat, the restaurant was packed.

There was only one free arse left in the unscathed room, and the other place at the table was occupied by a blonde woman, about the same age as me ; fortyish. When the server approached her and explained my predicament, she looked at me for a moment and smiled, then she nodded to the waiter.



She was attractive, with a luxurious anatomy and a warm friendly smile. I was relieved I was not sharing with some big sweaty bloke. I'm not being male chauvinist ; I'm just telling it like it is. I'm a man, I'm straight, and I like pretty, curvaceous women.

I sat down and noticed her marriage tintinnabulation immediately. We said hello. I thanked her for her kindness, and we introduced ourselves. She was Stephanie - Steph to her friend. We chatted politely about the card options, and after we'd ordered our food the conversation fell into the usual topic for alien ; where are you from ? What do you do ? Are you here for business or pleasure ?

"Both"was her reply, with a saucy grin. She was flirty and had a bully sentience of humour. I flirted back and we laughed all the way through dinner. It felt natural for us to accompany dinner with a couple of drinks in the lounge, where the conversation became even more suggestive. I know I'm married, but she turned me on. I really fancied her. I thought she might visualize me too. I wondered where this might lead.

When the conversation eventually paused, she looked at me, thoughtfully.

"So, what do you have planned for the rest of the eve ?"she asked.

"wellspring, I know what I should be doing,"I replied, hesitating a import before deciding to go for it."But I know what I'd rather be doing instead."

"What might that be ?"A mischievous glint in her eye spurred me on.

I leaned towards her and lowered my vox. There were other guests in the lounge.

"making love with you."I smiled.

"I guessed you were thinking that."

"Are you thinking the same thing ?"

"Your room or mine ?"

"Yours. I haven't unpacked."

Her way was on the top floor, but we weren't alone in the elevator until we were halfway there. We stood silently until the end of the early invitee departed, then suddenly we were kissing passionately, our deal exploring each early's consistency for the rest of the trip.

As soon as we got to her way we carried on, just inside the door. After a few hour we stopped to catch our breath and moved towards the double bed.

"I want to divest you,"I told her.

"Me first,"she responded, reaching for the buttons on my shirt. I stopped her.

"Let's take turns,"I suggested, releasing her hands. She nodded and removed my shirt.

I took off her blouse, and she dropped to her knees to off my trousers. I saw her looking at the bulge in my underwear that was just beginning to come alive in anticipation. She smiled. When she stood again, I took her pant off. She told me to hit my own socks. She wasn't wearing any. When I was done, we stood close together, facing each other. I only had my Boxer on. She was still wearing a cami, I think they're called, and underwear.

She looked up at me, grinning, as her cami fell to the floor, revealing two deliciously large white meat restrained by a pretty but very running bra designed to bear the weighting. I smiled down at them, and she laughed.

reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and let it come. She laughed again, as I stared. I couldn't help myself. Her breast were glorious, and I told her so. She thanked me, and curtsied. They were two big subdued orbs of flesh, perfectly rounded. Significantly More than a fistful each. She had very large teat that were already becoming erect, surrounded by two large aeriolae. Her pinhead sagged just enough to carry me they were totally raw and utterly delightful.

She put her hands on her hips, pulled her berm back, and pushed her chest forward, inviting me to touch her. I didn't resist. Her tit were balmy, warm and heavy. I squeezed them gently and she sighed. Then she dropped to her knees again and removed my underdrawers. My rapidly expanding erecting sprang free and she gasped with please, taking it in one bridge player with a firm grip.

As she pumped it up and down with one bridge player, quickly bringing me to a wax hard-on, she licked the palm of her former hand, and let the warm wet skin retarding force across the swelling principal in rotary, sending dash of pleasure through me. I groaned.

She stood up and backed away. Holding my gaze, she bent forward at the waist to remove her pantie, and I dropped my gaze to follow her tremendous dope swaying as she finished undressing. When she straightened up, I could see she was clear shaven.

I climbed onto the bed and shifted over to give her elbow room to join me. Our bodies locked together again as we kissed, touched and explored. My mouth gradually homed in on her nipple as I slid one hand between her thighs.

She moaned softly as I sucked both of her nipples and penetrated her with one finger. She felt hot and wet. Her hip joint responded as my fingertip massaged her g-spot and the cad of my ovolo applied lenify rhythmic pressure to her now swollen clit. Her intimate muscles fluttered and squeezed my finger. She bucked her hips and groaned louder, and I sucked harder on her nipples. Moments later she cried aloud, writhing beneath me, her fists clenching the bedclothes as her orgasm salvo and ripped through her dead body.

When she relaxed, we took our time kissing and necking again, my erection trapped between our stomachs as we pressed our bodies together.

She pulled me on top of her, with her legs apart, and guided me to her. I pushed slowly and gently eased inside her. She wrapped her stage around me, locking her articulatio talocruralis behind my back, so that I could penetrate her completely. As I began rocking my hips, moving in and out of her, she whispered in my ear, asking me not to cum just yet.

I started at a faineant tread, enjoying the experience of slow up fucking this gorgeous, aphrodisiacal, curvaceous lady, but gradually submitted to my instincts to fuck her harder and faster, letting my yard build until I felt the tell-tale pounding. I stopped just before I came, and lay still, my cock pulsing bass inside her. Once the critical here and now had safely passed, I withdrew, my pre-cum leaving us connected by a prospicient gooey strand, and I asked her to roll over onto her articulatio genus. As she did so, she crawled forward and put both workforce on the wall above the headboard. I followed behind her, and quickly penetrated her again. I fucked her quickly, enjoying the sound of my thighs slapping against her generous, curvy butt-cheeks as I squeezed and massaged her immense jiggling boobs.

After a couple of transactions, she started pushing back against me, and reached down between her peg. She was playing with herself and began making soft keening sounds as I held her waistline and pounded her harder and faster, pushing as deep into her as I could with each thrust. She grew louder and pushed back more urgently, crying out as she came for a second time, this time soaking my dick as her succus ran down her thigh. We stopped again to get our intimation back.

When Steph was ready to continue, she rolled on top of me and quickly straddled me. She rode me at a enraged rate, her enormous dummy bouncing above me until I could no longer withstand them, grabbing them both, and squeezing them enthusiastically. I was surprised how much Energy she had and thoroughly enjoyed her fucking my brains out, grinding herself down onto me until she came a third time.

When she finally ran out of steam, she rolled off me onto her back, breathing hard, and asked me to range her. Pushing her breasts together, she whispered"fuck my boobs ”.

My putz was still slick from her wetness and as I began pumping my hips it slid smoothly up and down her cleavage. It looked and felt amazing.

"I won't survive long like this,"I warned her.

"goodness. Don't stop. Tell me when you're going to cum."

I fucked her boobs as enthusiastically as I could, as she squeezed them tightly around my throbbing gibe. As the pulsing sense datum in my tool grew warm and agile, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm gon na cum, Steph."

She lifted her head with her mouth wide outdoors and stuck her tongue out as far as she could. The tip of my cock grazed against it with every driving force. It was plenty to take me over the edge, and I grunted loudly as my prick spat hard into Steph's waiting oral cavity. Several More spirt splashed over her face, into her mouth, and across her chest.

When I was done, she released my cock from her cleavage and relaxed her caput back onto the pillow, grinning up at me.

"Thank you,"she sighed, as she wiped my cum off her face and thorax and massaged it into her boobs."I think I need a shower ! ”.

"Can I join you ?"I asked, breathing hard.

"Why not."

Standing under the hot water together, we washed each other all over, and spent a good while longer cuddling and cuddling.

Afterwards, as we dressed, I told her,"this is the first time I've ever done anything like this, but it just seemed really natural with you."

She nodded."I do this regularly. I have a high sex drive and cum really easily, especially when I'm fucking strangers. You might take noticed,"she grinned."I like the diverseness too, and my husband likes me to tell him about my adventure when I get place. It turns him on to know he has a hot wife that other men love to fuck."

I thought about that."I don't think my wife would be turned on by knowing I'd fucked another cleaning woman. Especially one as hot as you. She'd cut my balls off. So, I won't be doing any storytelling when I get home. This will be a private memory to keep myself entertained when I'm in hotel rooms on my own from now on."

"Thank you for the compliment,"she replied, as we kissed bye-bye, and I left to return to my room. I wondered if women really do think it's a compliment that men masturbate while fantasising about fucking them ? Or do they believe it's disgusting ?

I made a mental note to ask my married woman, and suddenly felt guilty. I'd never been traitorous before and I immediately began justifying my demeanor. Steph was exceptional, and a one-off. It wasn't like I was having an affair or didn't have it away my married woman anymore, but I decided I wouldn't do it again, even in the unlikely consequence that I ever got the chance. But what if I bumped into Steph again ? I knew I wouldn't be able to protest her after that performance. So much for feeling hangdog !

I'm usually horny when I wake up and the following dayspring was no different. When I'm in a hotel it's normal for me to crank up one out fantasising about my wife, before I get a shower. That good morning though, there was only one phantasy on my mind. I relived Steph straddling me and fucking my brains out the night before, her awesome dummy bouncing wildly above my face. I came hard on my belly, a lot fast than I normally would.

I hope I do knock into Steph again .