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Slut Wife
2008-10-17

Topic: Hubby's Away, Part One
I arrive at the nearby hotel, ready for whatever the night had in store for me. I was wearing a light blue stretch silk shirt, peaking through a dark red cropped leather jacket. On the bottom I wore black tight pants. For fun I wore black knee-high boots, not the best style with black pants, but I was in a rush. My husband was late leaving for his business trip, slowing down my exit from the house. I had a sense he was seeing another woman on these frequent business trips of his, so I decided to have some fun of my own while he was gone.
Checking in was uneventful, a single room, double bed, under the name phony name. The man behind the counter offered to help my up to the room. I politely decline.
In the room, I lock the door and unpack my bag. Makeup in the bathroom. Tonight’s clothes on the bed, hang up the rest. Hide the suitcase under the bed. I light a cigarette and strip. For a bra, I replace my white cotton with a beige satin racerback. I finish it with matching string bikini.

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   No stockings tonight.
Taking a long pull from my menthol cigarette, I consider perfume for tonight. I settle on Obsession. In the bathroom, I spray copious amounts on my tummy, my legs, my chest, and the other standard spots. I have to pause briefly as the musky smell overpowers the smoke in the room and pulls me into its mystique.
No time to waste. I return to the bed, where I’ve spread out this evening’s garb: a pair of light blue satin silk pajama pants, and a darker blue cashmere shrug with matching sleeveless shimmery top. When worn as an outfit, the pants don’t look like sleepers, though they are devastatingly sexy. In my small purse, I insert my lipstick and credit card. I’m out the door in less than five minutes.
Cramped elevator back to the first floor, where the hotel bar is. Seems like a good start. It sounded busy when I arrived. And busy it was.
I enter and find a place at the bar, between the many groups of men and women already there, already somewhat drunk.

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   Before I am fully settled on the bar stool, the bartender, a woman, asks for my drink order. I ask for a double gin and tonic, lime only, no lemon. Just as she returns it (and doesn’t ask me to pay), the man next to me starts to talk.
“Hi there. You here for business or pleasure?” He is good looking, in his late twenties, boyish charm, solid body, from what I could see through his suit.
“Pleasure. You?” I tilt my body toward him. I see his eyes briefly drop to my bust.
“Both I suppose. You from around here?”
I lie to him: “Not really. I’m flying to Los Angeles tomorrow. My flight was cancelled. ” I don't want him to know that I am actually just a few minutes from my home.
“What’s in L. A.

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  ?”
“Nothing. Adventure. ”
“There’s adventure nearby, you know. No need to go so far. ”
“Oh, Really?” As I say this, I move my right leg, so it is slightly between his thighs, barely touching his own left leg. “What kind of adventure?”
“What ever you are into, I suppose. ”
“Yummy,” I purr. “What do you think of this outfit?”
“I like,” he says, surveying me once again with his blue eyes. He gently holds one of the satin draw strings on pants. “What are these for?”
“Let’s find out,” I say, sipping my drink. I slip off the barstool and stand as close to him as possible. I put one leg one the rung of his barstool. He looks around the bar. No one is nearby. I think he gets the picture.

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   He gently tugs at the string, loosening the pants. He stops there. I take his hand and move it under my shirt and inside the top of the pants, resting his hand on my abdomen. His hand is warm. He moves it downward, to my satin panties. He starts to massage my pubic mound slowly.
“Mmm,” I purr. “That’s nice. ” I put my hand on his thigh to steady myself, and push my hips to meet his probing fingers. Soon he is deeply rubbing me, himself getting quite aroused.
“Listen, don’t take this the wrong way. You aren’t a working girl, are you?”
“I work for free. ” I say. I move my hand closer to his crotch. His fingers are now snaking their way under the tight, smooth satin and are probing the folds of my cunt.

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   “Are you married?”
“Not tonight,” he says. “Would you like to go upstairs to my room?”
“I was hoping you’d ask,” I say. He slowly removes his hand and starts to stand up. I take hold of his wrist, of the hand he was fingering me with, and gently put his fingertips in my mouth. I can taste a hint of my own cunt. I love it. His eyes widen as I do this. I love that, too.
We leave the bar together. As we walk to the elevator, his hand occasionally brushes my ass. Inside the elevator, he turns toward me and we make-out. I move my hands to his ass, and his mine. I can feel him searching for my panties through the ass of my pants, hooking his finger underneath and pulling the bikini upward, pinching my cunt and gently spreading my anus. This guy was a pro.
We reached his floor and sauntered to his room.

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   Inside, I walk inside and he locks the door. He removes his suit jacket and shoes. He moves toward me and holds my arms, kissing me full-on the lips. Our tongues find each other. Deep sucking. I feel his cock sticking through his pants, and have an idea. I break off the kiss and move down him, slowly, onto my knees.
“Light a smoke,” I say. He reaches into his jacket and does so. While he does this, I undo his belt and pull down his trousers. Underneath he is wearing loose-fitting boxers, and his cock is already peeping out. It is gorgeous, large and very thick. It shined with pre-cum. I move his boxers off and to the floor. I grasp the shaft of his cock and lick the tip.

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   A long string of pre-cum stretches onto my lips as I pull away and look up to him.
“Give me a drag. ” He moves the cigarette down to me and I inhale deeply, closing my eyes. Then, without exhaling, I take his cock into my mouth. I suck hard and fast, jerking him with one hand, the other massaging his well-hung bag.
“That’s right,” he moans. “Suck daddy. ” This makes me suck harder. His free hand is on my head, with a handful of my bleached hair.
“Come for me, “ I moan, between breaths. “I want you to cum in my mouth. ”
“Mmm, I want to fuck you first, girl. ”
“Alright. Lie on the bed. ” He backs on the bed and lies down, shrugging off his pants and boxers, then quickly pulling off his black socks.

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   “I want you to watch me strip first. ”
Having his complete attention, I start with my shrug, smoothing it off my white shoulders, then tossing it aside. I then removed my shining top, peeling it over my head. This reveals my beige satin bra. Then I unfasten my satin pants and let them slide to the floor. I step out of them, in a circling move. Now my back is to him, and I am facing the mirror. I can see him, holding his rigid cock. In the mirror, I trace my nipples through their gleaming satin cups. Leaving one hand on to play with my breasts, I move the other down my chest, to my stomach and finally my panties. They are very damp.
“Take off your panties,” he says. I smile and hitch my fingers into my panties, and slowly move them down my hips. Once they are off I step out of them. I start to sway to imagined music.

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   I remove my bra, undoing the clasp between my breasts, then slowly opening the bra to reveal my aching breasts. The nipples are bullet-hard, ready to kill. I turn toward him, and see he is now completely naked. His chest is broad and muscular, as are his arms. His cock must have been ten inches long.
I crawl to him from the base of the bed, and move until our faces meet. Silently, he moves his cock to my wet pussy lips. I settle my hips down onto him, feeling myself slowly be split as his cock enters me. I move my hips down to meet his, feeling his warm stiffness pressing deeply into my womb. His hands move to my hips, pulling me to meet his powerful, upward thrusts. I reach behind myself, under my ass, to ring his cock as it moves in and out of me. He likes this. He squeezes my breasts as we’re fucking, pinching the nipples, and I love it.
Soon we move, and he places me on my hands and knees, facing the headboard. He is kneeling behind me on the bed.

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“Fuck me hard,” I moan, grasping a pillow and rubbing my face against its smoothness. With one hand he is gently massaging my clit, and I can feel a thumb pressing into my anus. Then he moves down and puts his tongue into my ass.
“Oh yes,” I moan. I buck against his face. Now he has fingers inside my pussy. I reach backward and play with my clit as his tempo increases.
He’s filling me up completely, stretching me open with fingers and tongue in every hole. He takes his tongue away from my ass and I feel two wet fingers work their way inside my anus, in a gentle twirling motion. He repositions himself and slowly slides his stiff cock into my pussy, stuffing me so tight I can feel his cock squeezing his fingers up my ass.
He started ramming me hard and fast, and I bucked and coo’ed him on to go faster, faster. I guess he was the type that liked to finish it himself because suddenly he pulled out and jerked off onto my ass. As his cum started to cool on my ass, I lay down on the bed, hugging the pillow. He got me a towel from the bathroom and wiped off my ass, a perfect gentleman. Only I didn’t give a damn about how clean my ass was…I wanted more fucking.

 

   Once he started making unrelated small talk it was obvious he wasn’t interested in going another round. I got off the bed, grabbed one of the hotel robes, stuffed my clothes into the dry cleaning bag, grabbed my boots, and left the room.
. . . part 2 to come








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