I did a good-ish deed

I went away last week for work, and lo and behold I went out to dinner with a work friend who decided that I needed to hear every problem in her marriage. Over the course of dinner and a few drinks after she told me everything that was wrong with it. To be honest I spent the entire time trying to figure out a nice way to tell her to shut up and lets go back to our respective rooms and go to sleep for the night. But, to my dismay I just could not find a nice way to tell her that I wasn't interested. The life she described reminds me of Mrs Seduction of Infidelity, except she had larger and more serious marital issues, mostly due to a serious lack of communication on both their parts, and the fact that he completely ignores her. I've always done my best to avoid giving advice, for two reason, first off I suck at it, and secondly I don't want to be responsible.

She kept asking for my thoughts, to the point that I felt so bad for her that I told her she needed to just get another boyfriend on the side. Incidentaly it also came out that they both had cheated on each other, and both found out before the others infidelity. Like I said they really need help. Toward the end of the conversation she had asked me to go back to her room to grab some work related items before we both fly home the next day.

I follow her back to her room, and we finish off a small bottle of whisky that she had sitting in the room, and as I get ready to leave I put my hands on her shoulder and start to rub them real quick while I say goodbye. That was my mistake I should have just left and walked out, but instead I listened to her tell me how goo it felt.

She is an attractive person, and very cool to talk to, but all the baggage that she brought with her was just a complete turn off for me. Instead I just kept massaging her shoulders while I contemplated my escape. Then I notice that one hand is rubbing a breast, the other lightly caressing her inner thigh. Usually a situation like this is a complete turn on for me, except I didn't want to be there, but I didn't stop. Instead I leaned in and started to kiss her neck, and I let my hands find their way around her body. Caressing her breast and unbuttoning her pants I got her worked up, and she led me to the bed while we both undressed.

The next thing that happened should have sealed the deal for me, but being very drunk I ignored it and kept going. The worst turn off I can think of is unkempt pubic hair. She did trim the edges, I'll give her that but it was long and needed to be trimmed.

I did get into bed with her and over the course of the next few minutes I was able to enter what is possible the best feeling vagina I have ever felt, (minus the hair) for this reason and this reason alone did I stay the night. She really did feel good and she knew how to use her body. In fact I would say that the intercourse could have been great. After our first time she asked me if I mind her call me by her husbands name. It bothered me but I said yes and we had sex again.

In what could be possibly the most fucked up sexual experience of my life she talked to me like I was her husband, using his name. The entire time her eyes closed. I could only think that she was imagining her husband above her not me.

After we were done, we lay there in bed while she made believe I was her husband, and I played along until we both fell asleep.

The next morning we did sit down and talk about the need for both of us to keep this just between the two of us. In fact i think she was more nervous about the possibility of being caught than I was. She kept apologizing to me for seducing me and telling me that she was sorry for making me cheat on my wife.

Looking back on it, I should have just gone back to my room and called it a night, but she did say that she felt great and she thanked me for playing along. She told me that for just one night she felt like her life was still perfect. That comment made me feel good, like I did something good for her. I'm not really sure what to make of it, because I really didn't enjoy myself other than the fact that when I left her room that morning, she had a glow about her that I'd never seen in her before.

All good things....

After two incredible days together day three. She woke up again before me, but instead of waking me up she took a shower, and then sat next to me in the bed and ate breakfast as I slept. After she was done eating I woke up and laid there as she sat on the bed next to me completely naked. My hand found her thigh, sliding up to where I really wanted to be. My dick still ready for more after the past two days, I knew that we only had a few hours left, and I didn't want to waste any time.

My mouth followed my hand and continued past her vagina into her stomach which I continued to kiss for a moment. I had every intention of going down on her but she pulled me up to meet her face to face. Shooing my hand away. She was sore from the previous activities, and manual stimulation no longer felt any good.

I entered her, being careful not to be too forceful out of fear that I might hurt her some more. It was just good missionary sex. We talked the whole time, face to face, mostly about each other. It only lasted a few minutes, we were both tired and our time together was getting very short. Our last time was great, but after the marathon sex of the previous two days it was a nice change of pace. For some reason I didn't put on a condom (we had broken a few already so any damage that might have been done had already happened), and in the passion of that comfortable normal sex I let myself cum in her. It's a great feeling to leave a little bit of me in her, something usually only reserved for my wife. I stayed in her, as we embraced. My penis slowly getting softer an smaller until it fell out. We laid there for almost an hour until we both felt the need to part ways.

She left before I did, leaving me alone. This was the most alone I had felt in a long time. I packed my things, cleaned up what was left of the room and walked out of that room for the last time.

A good start to a better day

So I woke up yesterday morning with a small hangover, a huge erection, and a beautiful girl licking it. It took me a minute to comprehend exactly what was going on. I leaned forward gazing at her with my half open eyes while she continued to go down on me. I ran my fingers through her hair and startled her, she hadn't yet realized that I was awake, she was too busy taking care of the task at hand. Her head popped up and she wiped the moisture from her lips saying "good morning sleepyhead" while she tried to portray a childish smile. I pulled myself to lean back on the headboard and she straddled me sliding me in. She moved her body up and down along mine, her breast brushing my face. I kneaded her ass firmly with my hand as she continued her movements, her pelvis pushing into mine, her arms wrapped around my neck. She didn't even look me in the eyes, just continued to do her work until it was finished, pulling me out, letting me rest in the area between her pelvis and thigh while she continued to grind into me. I came all over the space between us and she rubbed it in with her stomach as continued to put pressure on me.

Without saying a word she stood up, walked into the bathroom and started up the shower and cleaned herself off. I had less than an hour to get to my meeting and I stepped into the shower next to her and washed myself off alongside her, our bodies touching briefly. I was ready to go again, but there wasn't enough time, and both of us knew it. She told me that she had some shopping to do, and she was dressed and out the door before I could even find my clothes. I made it to my meeting on time, but my mind kept going back to my wake up call this morning, the way she went from being playfully childish to emotionless and mechanical in her duties. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

After my business was done I looked at my phone on my way to the car. She had sent me my instructions for the rest of the morning, call her when I'm ready to leave, two bottles of white wine, and wait for her to call me in the hotel lobby. I followed her orders to the letter. She called and told me it was ok to meet her in the room. The elevator ride up took forever, and I could almost feel her as I stood there alone waiting for my floor.

I walked to my door and slid my card in peeking into the room. It was almost dark, I could see the flicker of candles as I walked in. A quick glance around the room and I could see that she was busy. Almost every surface that could hold a candle had one. There was a new table in the center of the room that had not been there earlier, along with two chairs, and a late lunch from the hotel resaturant was ready for us. I sat down at the table as she walked out of the bedroom, she was wearing a bright red dress, loose around her chest, her back completely bare, and the cut of the neck fell almost down to her belly button, the skirt part of the dress was tight and ended halfway down her thighs, her shoes started just bellow her knees with red straps that wrapped each leg down to her ankles, with two red heels to match. I was awe struck with all she had done. Our meal passed by too slow, but the conversation was good.

After we ate she sat me on the couch and started a cd player that was hidden behind the couch. She straddled me and started to dance to the music, grinding against me and touching me in ways that most men would pay good money for. She had been a stripper in a previous life, and her talent showed. Without hesitation over the course of a few songs she unbuttoned my shirt, and had my pants around my thighs. Her dress had slid up, exposing her naked ass to me, her top had slid to each side exposing her breasts. Each time she rubbed her pussy over my hard cock I could feel the moisture that had gathered there.

She danced for me until I grabbed her by her hair. I forcefully put her on all fours and dropped my pants and shirt. I squatted down behind her, and rubbed my waiting member against her pussy, pulling her cheeks apart with my hand. Then I stopped right at her hole, just the tip of my dick entering while I barely moved in and out. She started to beg me to fuck her, but I was enjoying making her wait. When i decided she had enough, I entered as hard as I could, again and again, my stomach slapping against her ass, pushing her forward with each thrust. Within a few minutes she was almost at the wall and started to climb it with her arms as I followed behind her until she was flat against the wall. I moved her arms to the small of her back holding them both firmly in place while I pulled her hips into mine with my other hand. I could feel myself starting to throb so I pulled out grabbing the base of my dick so I would not spill any, I turned her around as I stood in front of her leaning her head against the wall while I fucked her face. I could see that she was playing with herself, and I let go of my dick. She swallowed all of it without spilling a drop. I could see her smiling through each thrust that I continued to give.

She had told me in an email long ago that she had a stripper-rape fantasy, I would find out later in the night that I had it backwards, she wanted to do it to me. We went out later to a real strip club a few blocks from our hotel, and I let her do it to me after a few drinks and shared dances there.

I'm excited to fuck you

When I landed in Texas my first call was to work letting my meeting know that I skipped my previous stop and I am a day early. My second call was to the reason I wanted to be in Texas. She was waiting for me in the lobby bar of the hotel I was going to stay in. Pick up the rental car and a fifteen minute ride into the city, I pull into the hotels parking garage, and make a B-line for the bar.

She had already been there for an hour, and the hotel offered free drinks between certain hours, and she decided to partake in their offer or cheap booze. I could see her from across the lobby as I was checking in, sitting there flirting with a gentleman probably twice her age, and I contemplated the best way to approach the situation. She is free to do what she wants, and I don't have any real say so in who she could talk to. I was jealous, and I could see she was having a good time as I got closer.

I came up behind her and kissed her neck, her hand reached around to run through my hair. The first words out of her mouth were incredible, and in her state of inebriation, a little louder than she should have spoken. "I'm excited to fuck you". The whole bar looked at her, and the best I could do is to reply with "me too".

The gentleman she was talking to looked at me with what can only be described as pure hatred. His toy for the night had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. I didn't sit down, just ordered a strong drink, and finished it as quick as I could, ordering another one. I had drank a little on the flight over, and some at my layover earlier in the day so it didn't take much for me to start feeling good. I leaned over to my companion, and asked her if she was ready to go.

In the elevator, we were alone at last, and she reached in and grabbed my cock through my pants before the door could even close. Before we arrived at our floor she was on her knees kissing me through my pants. The door opened early, and she stood up before the doors had opened fully. I'm sure that the guy had caught a glimpse of what was going on, but he just stood there looking at the door. At our stop we walked out and the man in the elevator told us to have fun as the door closed behind us.

The room I received was exactly the same as the last time I had stayed in this particular hotel. I came back for a reason, the room, the service, the comfort of the furniture. A living room as you walk in, an over sized bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub, and a small bedroom with a king size bed in the back.

I hadn't seen her in almost three years, her hair had changed, a new length, and a new color, but it was still her. The curves of her body are the same, but the design on her back was new. I had seen pictures, but to feel her skin through the picture, the lines where she had scarred from a thousand needles poking her were new. I ran my fingers over her new back, her skin still smooth as it ever was, familiar, and yet still foreign to me.

I laid her down on the couch positioning myself behind her as I entered, my hand reaching around to join her hand on her clit. Our bodies moved together, neither of us saying a word. The sounds of the pleasures of sex convey more words than speaking them ever could. Hitting the right spot would send her body into a motion I can't even describe. Her stomach tightened before her first orgasm. Her finger tips caressing my shaft as it slid in and out. Only slowing when I felt myself ready to cum. I would leave my head in her as I rested.

Each time I rested she tried to pull me in, and I would only submit when I was confident I would go on. I would push in solid thrust making her moan loudly with each motion. My resilience only lasted so long and I pulled out as I started to swell, signaling that I was ready to cum. She pulled the condom off and slid me between her lips while I moved back and forth in the warm wetness that remained. I came on her, her hand holding everything in place. Neither of us moved until I was too small to stay in any longer.

She told me that she was going to take a nap for an hour, and that I should wake her if I was ready again. After just a few minutes of laying there, my fingers still playing with the feel of her skin I could feel my cock growing, wanting to be in her again. My mouth kissing her neck was enough to rouse her from what I can imagine was as close as she could get to sleeping without actually being asleep. We played this game all night, stopping only to get dinner and supplies, eventually finishing off a bottle of wine, a bottle of lube, and small bag of condoms.

She slept on me last night, her body wrapped around mine, holding me close as if to comfort her, something her man never does for her. Something my wife never does for me. The feeling of closeness between us as we lay there naked talking each other to sleep. There was a closeness and vulnerability that we shared that rarely shows itself, and I welcomed it with an exhausted enthusiasm.

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