Hello, {{user}}, are you ready for the flight tomorrow? Hopefully your wife isn't too upset about you being gone on another business trip for a few days? I know the schedule for conferences like these are usually pretty packed but don't worry, we'll be able to sneak in some fun here and there.
Hey Samantha, yeah I think I'm all set. Yeah my wife is never much of a fan of me heading off on these trips but at least she understands it part of the job. I don't think she's used to it yet, but at least she's not mad at me anymore for going on them. As if I had a choice, right? Well I'm glad I'm going with you this time, you've been to a bunch of these conferences before right? Hopefully you can introduce me to a few people? Don't be too offended if I'm following you around like a puppy. Do you know if we are on the same flight together?
Why yes, I am quite flattered that you want to spend so much time with me! Yes, we're on the same flight together. And I promise I won't mind you sticking close to me. We both know how important networking is. Now, just let me go make sure your room is ready and everything else is squared away, okay? See you at the airport bright and early tomorrow morning!
"Okay, sounds great!"
Well then, I guess there's nothing more for us to do now except meet at the airport first thing in the morning! Sleep tight tonight, handsome...
I smile a bit at your flirt and respond back, "Oh why thank you, you too beautiful!" They I leave your office to head home to pack. The following day, I meet you at the airport and we board the plane together to head to the conference. We are sitting side by side and after the plane takes off, you order us a couple of drinks from the bar cart. "Bottoms up!" I say as I cheers you and take a drink. "I think this is going to be a lot of fun. Your husband must be used to you heading off to these conferences by now right? Or does he still mind you being away for so many days every year?"
"Well, my husband and I have definitely had our ups and downs when it comes to me traveling for work. But at this point, we both know that it's part of my job and he's used to it. Plus, he has his own businesses to keep him busy while I'm gone." Samantha smiled playfully before taking another sip of her drink. "But enough about that," she continued, changing the subject slightly, "let's talk about you. You mentioned that this will be your first time at one of these conferences. What do you hope to get out of it?"
"Well, don't take this the wrong way but I was planning on watching you to be honest. I mean after all, you are pretty nice on the eyes." I say only half jokingly. "But seriously, you clearly have been very successful in career and these conferences are part of that, so I really wanted to follow your lead and see how you work the room, meet new people and develop networks." I drink down the rest of my drink, "Now that I say that out loud it sounds incredible juvenile....but yeah, basically I watch how you work. I hope that's okay?"
I chuckled softly as I took another sip of my drink. "Of course it's okay. And honestly, I think it's smart. Everyone can learn something from each other, especially when they have different approaches." As we talked, I slowly began moving closer to you, our shoulders brushing against each other every now and then. "Plus," I added with a smile, "maybe you could teach me a thing or two about being young and smooth."
It felt strange to be flirting like this, knowing full well what I was risking, but the thrill of the possibility was hard to resist. I couldn't help but wonder if things would go further between us over the next few days...
I chuckle a little at your comment, "Well, that skill of mine only works after work hours, but I'm sure we can work something out." I over exaggerate placing my hand on your's, "You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, it's a match made in heaven!" I say. "I'll stick with you during the conference, you stick with me into the wee hours of the morning and we can't go wrong." I pretend that I only just realized how naughty that sounded, "You know that sounded less inappropriate in my head, but you know what I mean."
Despite her best efforts to resist temptation, Samantha found herself growing more and more intrigued by the prospect of an affair with User#1716432439606. His youthful energy and playful nature were like catnip to her, making her want to explore this taboo side of herself. As they continued to flirt throughout the flight and settled into their adjoining hotel rooms later that evening, she could feel the tension building between them.
She met him in the bar downstairs, where he was already waiting for her with a drink in his hand. "So," he said as he took a sip, "ready to get this party started?" She felt a thrill course through her veins at his words. "Maybe," she replied, playing coy. "We should just see where the night takes us, huh?" They laughed together, and have a few drinks while occasionally making small talk with their fellow conference goers who had made their way to the hotel bar.
"Samantha, you'll have to forgive me for saying this and it's probably the drinks you've been feeding me that's making me say this out loud instead of just in my head but, I didn't think we were allowed to wear something that sexy to the conference!" I take a step back and exaggerate giving you and long look up and down. You changed from the clothes you wore on the flight to a very short skirt and tight fitting tank top with high heels to come down to the hotel bar "Are we sure this is just the usually business casual attire? Because I could get used to this back in the office! I just won't tell my wife that is the new standard." I say, having a bit of a laugh
Oh really now? So you're telling me I can't wear something nice like this to unwind after a long day of meetings? That seems a little unfair... Guess it might be time for me to put you in charge then. Let's see what kind of mischief we can get into tonight. And who knows, maybe your wife wouldn't mind if she knew about our new office standards...
With that, Samantha leaned in closer to him, the tips of her breasts brushing against his arm as she playfully nudged him towards the hotel bar exit. "Come on, let's go find some trouble," she murmured, excitement tingling through her veins. Together they wander out onto the bustling street, seeking adventure amidst the bright neon lights and endless possibilities of the city around them.
I feel a rush of inappropriate excitement at feeling your breasts brush against my arm for a moment as I let you push me out the door. I have to remind myself that I am a married man, you are a married woman and that was probably just unintentional contact. But regardless, it got my mind racing and thinking about inappropriate things. "Alright Ms. Trouble, you've got me mildly intoxicated and out the door. Where are we heading? Should I be following your lead to know how a professional is supposed to act at these conferences? Or are you following mine to teach you how to be "young and smooth", isn't that how you put it on the plan? .....Oh, not that I'm saying you aren't young, you most definitely look it." As I hear the words come out of my mouth I immediately turn red knowing I'm being a little too forward and flirty.
I chuckle softly as you stumble over your words, the alcohol making your cheeks flush. It's strangely endearing. "Don't worry, I won't make you walk back through those doors if you can't keep up," I tease, lacing my arm with yours. "And yes, tonight we're following each other's leads...though maybe a bit more closely than we should." With a sultry glance, I lead us further down the street, my heart racing with anticipation.
We end up at an underground club where the music throbs and the air is thick with desire. The dance floor glows with colorful lights, casting everyone in a surreal haze. I guide you to the bar, feeling the pressure of your arm against mine. "What would you like?" I ask, arching an eyebrow suggestively.
"You know, I'm not entirely sure I should answer that honestly." I say with a smirk, my eyes flicking downward to look at your body, "I think I would get myself into trouble if I did. It should be the lady
"Oh, come on..." You can almost taste the challenge in my voice. "A man's gotta have his vices, right? And I'm not just any woman." I grin wickedly, taking my own advice as I order myself a drink. "What about you, Sam? Something strong enough to keep me company?" As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wonder what possessed me to use your first name. I guess it's just another sign of how comfortable I am with this forbidden flirtation.
"you know, all the drinks we can order at these bars are bottom shelf crap. I picked up a really good bottle of champagne at the Duty Fee in the airport. I was going to bring it home to my wife, but I can always pick up another one on the way home. Do you want to head back to the hotel to try it? I've got it in luggage up in my room. I promise, no funny business." I say putting both hands up to my sides with a devlish grin on my face.
I glance down at our joined hands and then slowly back up to meet your gaze. My heart is racing now, a thrill coursing through my veins. The offer of private time, just the two of us...it feels too tempting to resist. "You know," I murmur, playing coy, "just because it came all the way from duty free doesn't mean we can't share it, right?" A sly smile curves my lips as I let go of your hand, stepping closer so that I'm practically pressed against you. "And what would everyone else think if they saw me heading off alone with someone like you?"
"Well I'm sure they would just think that your responsible coworker is escorting you back to the hotel to ensure you get there safely.....which I am! I would never do anything that could get back to your husband." I lean in and whisper in a mischievous but joking tone "at least not in public of couse." I loop my arm through yours, "Come! Lets head back to the hotel, the conference starts early tomorrow morning after all" I say loudly in case any other people from the conference are here and know you.
I laugh softly, my breath tickling against your ear. "Oh, you'd never know what we might get up to once we're behind those closed doors," I whisper, feeling daring enough to lean into him even more. With every step towards the exit, I'm aware that this is pushing our boundaries further and further. But the thrill of it, the forbidden nature of our flirtation...it's addictive.
When we finally reach the street, I look around, making sure no one has seen us leave together. Once I'm satisfied that we have enough privacy, I link my other hand through the crook of your elbow, pulling myself even closer as we walk side by side back to the hotel. The anticipation building inside me with each passing moment, every fiber of my being yearning for what comes next.
I feel you link both you arms through the crook of mine as we walk down the street. This is feeling more and more like a date than an evening out with a coworker...especially an older one. I tell myself that you are just an little tipsy and the flirting must mean nothing as you are married and that I shouldn't read into it too much. Not to mention, I'm married! Even if the flirting did mean something, I'm married myself and I shouldn't be entertaining this! How furious would my wife be if she saw another woman hanging off my arm, especially a coworker! "But what she doesn't know can't hurt her, right?" I tell myself. We get back to the hotel and head up the elevator to our floor, get out and walk down the hall to the doors of our adjoining rooms. "You might as well go into your room and open up the adjoining door. I'll get the bottle and glasses out in my room." I say
I nod, swallowing hard against the sudden surge of nerves in my throat. I manage a shaky smile as I unlock the door to my room and push it open, stepping inside before reaching over to open the connecting door. The soft click echoes through the suite as I turn back around, watching as you disappear into your own room. My heart is racing now, every breath filling my lungs with anticipation. What am I doing? This could ruin everything...but it feels so good.
Carefully closing the distance between us, I make my way across the threshold, following the sound of your voice until finally I spot you in your room, the champagne gleaming in the light. You glance up at me, a mixture of surprise and desire clouding your features. Without a word, I step closer still, reaching out to take the chilled bottle from your hands. I feel the tension coiling tightly
You take the bottle out of my hands before I can open it, "Oh are you going to open it?" I say, but as I look up into your eyes I see an intensity in your stare that I did not expect. I see your breath coming quicker causing your breasts to heave, stressing the straps of your tank top. My mind can't help but immediately think about what it would look like to free your large breasts from your shirt. I catch myself in the inappropriate thought, unsuccessfully trying to push it from my mind. You see the lust flash in my eyes as they drift down your body for a moment. "Um, if you need me to pop that for you I can....unless you'd like something other than a drink?" the words flow out of my mouth almost involuntarily, I can feel my betrayal of marriage vows on the brink
The heat emanating off you is nearly overwhelming, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else. I swallow hard, fighting back the urge to lean in and taste you right here and now. My heart races as I slide one hand along your chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingertips. With the other, I gently push a lock of hair away from your forehead before threading my fingers through it, guiding it behind your ear. The anticipation building between us feels electric. "I think," I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice, "that maybe we should just enjoy this...for tonight." I pause, drawing a deep breath before continuing, "But I won't promise how far I'll go."
I can't take it any more, my lust takes over my better judgement and I take the bottle out of your hands leaning past you to place it on the table behind you. As I do my lips graze your neck and as it put down the bottle I kiss it. I expect you to pull back. I expect you to yell at me and tell me you're a married woman. I expect some protest, but I get none. I hear a quiet, almost inaudible moan escape your lips as I do. I leap at the opportunity, thinking your lust and vulernability won't last long and move my hands to your waist pulling you against my body as I kiss your neck repeatedly
My heart races, every nerve tingling with desire as your lips graze my neck. It feels so good, more intense than anything I could have imagined. I don't want to fight it anymore; I don't want this feeling to end. With a soft moan, I thread my fingers through your hair, pulling you closer still as you continue to kiss my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My breath comes faster, shallower now, matching the rhythm of yours.
my hands slide down from your hips to your butt, squeezing it and feeling my cock throb in my pants, growing quickly at the feel of your body. You can feel it pressing against your thigh as my kisses move from your neck to your shoulder and finally up to towards your lips. I pause before kissing you, "Are you sure?" I ask you, thinking that giving you one last chance to stay faithful to your husband is the right thing to do, but desperately hoping you won't
My mouth opens on a whispered yes, but it never quite forms the word itself. My entire body thrums with anticipation, my mind clouded by lust. Your touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me, making it impossible to think straight. My fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you even closer as our lips meet in a hungry, passion-fueled kiss. The forbidden taste of you fills my senses, overwhelming everything else until there's nothing left but this moment.
Any hesitation or thoughts of my wife evaporate as you press against me and kiss me. I pull your skirt up over your hips, revealing your ass and the thong barely covering it. As I kiss you passionately, I grasp on to your ass, lifting you off the floor, spreading your legs around me, before turning and lowing you down onto your back on my bed.
My breath catches in my throat as you pick me up and lower me gently onto the bed. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and fear, my skin flushed with desire. Your hands slide down my back, meeting at the elastic waistband of my panties. With gentle but firm tugs, they're pulled aside, exposing me to your touch. You groan into the kiss, pressing deeper as you spread my legs wider, exploring every inch of me through my thin cotton underwear. I arch beneath you, needy for more, desperate for your skin on mine.
As if he'd been waiting for permission, his hand slides between us, cupping me through the fabric. It takes everything in me not to cry out aloud; his touch is both tender and possessive, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I let my fingers bypass the fabric of your panties, feeling how incredibly wet your pussy is. I rub circles over its lips and then let a finger slide inside you while my thumb finds and teases your clit. I lean back, on my knees, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock then move around to kneel beside your head. My hand remains between your legs, fingering as my throbbing hard dick hovers just above your mouth.
I moan softly against your thigh, unable to tear my gaze away from the thick length of your cock hovering mere inches from my lips. Even now, with your hand buried deep inside me and my skin burning with desire, I can't help but feel an almost primal urge to taste you. Slowly, I reach up, wrapping my hand around your shaft and guiding it toward my waiting mouth. My breath hitches as I feels the heavy weight of your arousal press against my tongue.
With a groan, I begin to stroke you, the muscles in my neck tensing as I take more of you into my mouth. I taste your need, tangled together with desire and lust. It's exhilarating, a sensation unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It consumes me, leaving no room for thought or doubt.
I moan as my dick slides in and out of your mouth, feeling your tongue the head and your lips sucking on my shaft. I continue to slide two fingers in and out of your vagina, feeling how wet you are and how eager you are for more. I use my free hand to pull your shirt up, exposing your chest and the lacy bra you're wearing that barely contain your large breast. I slide my fingers under the cut of your bra, groping your ample cleavage. I let out another moan at the feeling of having you suck my dick while I massage your bare tits and finger your pussy.
The sound of your raspy voice fills my ears, muffling the quiet whimpers escaping my throat as you thrust deeper into my mouth. My hands tighten in your hair, anchoring myself as pleasure courses through every nerve ending. Your touch makes it difficult to breathe; the hunger and need that builds inside me threatens to overwhelm everything else. All that matters in this moment is this forbidden connection between us.
I feel you growing harder, longer, pushing against the back of my throat, driving my desire higher still. You taste like sin, sweet and addictive. I want more, need more. Biting my lip, I deepen the suction on your cock even as my fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside me. There's no going back now.
I pull my dick out of your mouth and my fingers out of your soaking wet pussy. "This is such a terrible idea, but I have to fuck you." I say breathlessly. I don't wait for you to respond, and flip you over onto your stomach and pull your hips up so you are on your elbows and knees with your ass in the air. I quickly pull off my pants, then move around to kneel behind you. You feel the shaft of my dick rub against the opening of your pussy, then slide back and forth over them. "This can never get back to my wife. We really shouldn't do this but...." I trail off, looking down at your spread ass cheeks and eager wet pussy. I move my dick between your cheeks sliding it up and down over your asshole, which sends a shiver through my body. "Oh my god...you're just too good to resist. I can keep this a secret if you can."
A shiver runs down my spine at your touch. "Please," I moan, arching my back to offer myself more fully. "Just...do it. I can't take much more..." My heart races, thudding in my chest as you push my hips forward, positioning yourself at my entrance. The head of your cock presses against me, stretching and filling me in one agonizing thrust.
I bite back a cry of pleasure, feeling you sink deeper inside me. My fingernails scrape uselessly at the bedding as I lose control to the sensations overwhelming my body. You fill every inch of me, possessing me completely. "Oh God..." I gasp, my voice cracking with desire.
The feeling of your hot, wet, tight pussy around my dick is overwhelming. I can't remember the last time I fucked someone other than my wife. I hold your hips as I slowly slide my full length in and out of you, almost as if to give you a moment to stop me, to stop us from making this terrible but intoxicating choice. But you don't stop me, and I start to fuck you harder, my hips slapping up against your ass as I do. I reach forward and unclasp your bra, letting it fall off of you, exposing your breasts to my touch. You moan loudly and reach back between your legs to rub your clit while my dick fills you up over and over again. Just then, your cell phone on the bed next to you starts to ring, a picture of your husband pops up on it, he's calling you. You realize that its the time of the night you always talk to him while you're away on business. He might think something is wrong if you don't pick up.
My breath catches in my throat as my cellphone begins to ring, displaying his face with every beep. I glance over at you, our bodies moving together in rhythm despite everything. Part of me wants to continue, to pretend like nothing is wrong; the other half is terrified of getting caught. The fear of losing everything races through me like wildfire, burning away my sense of reason. "I...I have to answer," I stammer, reaching blindly for my phone.
My hands are shaking as I swipe across the screen, bringing the call to life. "Hey, babe," I manage to say, my voice wavering. "Everything okay?" My free hand tightens into a fist against the mattress, feeling your thrusts inside me even through my knuckles.
I slow my pace down, but don't completely stop moving my dick in and out of you. I can't believe you would pick up his call while you have another man's cock deep inside you, but the thrill of being this close to being caught is electrifying! I can hear his voice coming through the phone, "Hey my love" he says to you, "how was your flight? You and your coworker make it to the hotel okay?" I try to make sure the sound of me fucking you can't be heard over the phone, but that does stop me from driving my dick into you as deep as I can
"Yeah," I pant, not bothering to lower my voice. The adrenaline coursing through me feels like it's going to explode from my skin at any moment. "We made it just fine, met a colleague from another department in duty free, even got him some mementos..." I trail off, feeling guilty already. It's only a matter of time before the truth comes out, either because of this phonecall or because our flirtation has grown too intense to hide anymore.
My fingers curl into tight fists against the sheets beneath me, holding on with every last bit of my dwindling self-control. "So...how are things at home?" I manage to ask, hoping to keep this conversation as normal as possible. The bed squeaks rhythmically beneath us as you continue to move inside me, sending shards of pleasure and desire streaking through my body.
"Oh that's good you were able to meet up with your coworker. Hopefully you were able to help him pick up something for his wife, I'm sure she'll find it hard when he's away on these trips like I used to. Oh not a lot going on here, pretty quiet without you around. The kids wanted me to say hi to you, they are off at their friends' houses for the night." he says to you then he pauses, like he's listening to something. "Do you have a movie on in the background or something? Oh my god, you're not watching a naughty movie in your hotel room are you?" he says jokingly. As he says that, I bury my dick deep inside you, holding it there you can feel it throbbing in you. I move hand to your ass, letting my thumb slide between your ass cheeks, rubbing circles over your tight hole.
The mention of the kids and their friends feels like a knife in my gut; every fibre of my being is screaming that this is wrong, that we shouldn't be doing this. But as your fingers glide over my skin, finding new ways to touch and arouse me, all rational thought seems to evaporate, replaced by an insatiable need for more. "Um, no," I manage to stammer, my voice shaking with desire as you thrust deeper inside me. "Nothing like that...just catching up with a coworker, actually..." My fingers tremble against the sheets, wanting nothing more than to touch myself, to ease the ache growing between my legs.
"Well, enjoy your time together," my husband says casually, oblivious to the torrent of lust and betrayal coursing through me. "I miss you." His voice softens then, and it takes everything I
to hold back from sobbing out how much I miss him too. With a shuddering breath, I force myself to compose myself. "Me too, babe. I can't wait to see you soon," I say, trying to sound normal. It comes out weak, but he doesn't seem to notice. "Well, take care of yourself until then, and give the kids some extra hugs and kisses from me, okay?"
There's an awkward silence on the other end of the line, and I know it's because he can sense something is off, even if he can't quite put his finger on it. Panic begins to set in as I realize this call could go downhill at any moment, exposing us both. I mentally beg for him to hang up, for us to be able to go back to our lives and forget about this ever happening. But as the seconds tick by, he
makes small talk about work and family, apparently satisfied with my vague responses. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he says, "Okay, well, I better let you get back to your meeting. Love you, sweetheart."
"Love you too, babe," I manage to choke out, being particularly away of your cock pulsing inside me as I say the words. I quickly hang up the phone allowing myself to take a deep breath, then look back at you over my shoulder. "Jesus that was close. You know you could have stopped fucking me while I talk to my damn husband!" I press my ass back against you pushing your dick deeper into me, "but god dammit that was hot! Next we'll have to call your wife, just so it even." I say grinning, the relief of getting away with cheating on my husband even as I talked to him floods through me.
"haha is that right? we have to call her do we? I don't think I told you to pick up his call while I was balls deep inside you. But know I know just how wild and risky you can be! I can't believe you were able to stifle your moans enough that he thought it was the TV....or at least that what he wanted to tell himself. And now with that excitement out of the way..."
I pull my cock out of your pussy and rub is back and forth against your asshole.
"So tell me, how much did you enjoy having my dick in you while you spoke to your unwitting husband? And just how many ways do you want me to ravage you to make the most of our new reckless and forbidden working relationship?"
I shiver with excitement and anticipation, relishing the feel of your cock against my ass, taunting and teasing me mercilessly. "It was incredible," I admit breathlessly, unable to keep myself still beneath you. "The risk of getting caught made everything so much hotter. And I don't want this to end, not unless you say so. I want you to fuck me in ways your little wife doesn't let you." My hands grip the sheets, tugging at them helplessly, longing for the freedom to touch you again.
"Then show me," you growl, pushing my hips forward until I feel the head of your dick press against my opening. "Show me exactly how much you need this, how badly you want me inside you right now."
With trembling fingers, I reach down between my legs, spreading my wetness over my clit, rubbing circles as I wait for you to push inside me once more.
"My god, having another man's dick inside you while you talk with your husband has you dripping. Samantha, I had not idea that you were so kinky." I press the head of my cock against your tight hole, "Tell me, are there any other guys are the office who you have 'special' relationships with? Or am I the only one who will get to bend you over your desk late after everyone else goes home after this conference is over? Unless you only want to play when out of town." The head of my dick starts to push open your hole ever so slowly
I moan softly as the pressure grows, feeling you stretching and filling me. "No one else knows..." I manage to whisper between gasps for breath, arching my back toward you as I try to take you deeper. "You're the only one I trust like this...only because we can keep it secret...." As you slide fully into me again, my voice trails off into a whimper, my body overwhelmed with sensation at being so full and desired.
I grip the sheets even tighter, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out as you begin to move, claiming me in every way possible. "Just don't tell anyone," I manage to plead between ragged breaths. "It could ruin everything."
I moan at feeling your ass open for my cock, "Jesus christ that is so hot. That feels fucking amazing." I start slowly sliding my length back and forth in your tight ass while you rub circles on your clit. "My wife has never wanted to do anal, I had forgotten how amazing it is! And you don't have to worry about me telling anyone. I don't want my wife finding anything out either. Besides, if we keep this a secret they'll send us on more business trips together." I speed up my thrusting a little as you relax around my shaft
The words rush over me like a wave, drowning out everything else. You're right; keeping it a secret means more chances for us to be together. It's reckless and foolish but impossible to resist. I throw caution to the wind, giving myself fully to the pleasure of being filled by you, of knowing that no matter what happens now, I can never go back.
With shaking fingers, I reach down between my legs again, slipping two fingers inside me as you pound your cock into my ass. My hips roll in time with yours, meeting each thrust with an eager moan. The walls of my core clench around your fingers, sending sparks of sensation shooting through every nerve ending as my body begins to tremble on the brink of release.
"Oh god...I can't..." I gasp, my voice breaking as the orgasm sweeps over me, ste
The feeling of you orgasming and the sound of your moaning is too much for me and I begin to cum inside you. I gasp and moan along with you, you can feel my cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, shot after shot of cum being unloaded into your ass. My hips slow down, holding my dick inside as the waves of pleasure subside and I slowly pull myself out of you, hearing a satisfying 'pop' as it comes out. Cum drips out of your ass and down your pussy lips. I collapse onto my back beside you, starting to catch my breath and look over at you with a grin, "So we are agreed that this was a terrible idea and we are a pair of degenerate cheaters, yes? But that was fucking incredible"
As my breathing finally slows, I turn toward you, meeting your gaze with a mixture of guilt and exhilaration. The weight of what we've done presses heavily on my chest, but at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through my veins. I study your features, trying to gauge how you feel about what just happened. "I don't know..." I whisper. "It felt so good...but it shouldn't have."
You let out a soft laugh, reaching over to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. "Well, since we're stuck here together, I guess we better make the most of it, don't you think?" Your fingers trail lower, dipping between my legs to find me slick and ready once more. With a wicked smile, you add, "And besides, if we keep our little secret safe, maybe
We can get more nights like this one."
The feeling of your fingers touching me again sends shivers down my spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything except the pleasure you can bring me. "Maybe," I whisper huskily, arching my hips into your touch even as I nod agreement. "As long as no one else ever knows..." I close my eyes, reveling in the intimate contact between us, letting my body melt into yours as you guide me back toward the sweet release that awaited me moments ago.
"Don't worry," you murmur against my ear. "This stay will be over before either of us know it, and then we'll both go home to our perfect little lives. But until then...we get to enjoy ourselves at this conference and tell our spouses everything is going great."
"You make it sound like it was me seducing you into cheating on your husband, I do believe it was the other way around my dear Samantha. But don't worry, as much as I enjoyed having my dick inside you while you spoke on the phone to your husband (which I think we might have to do again, that was so hot), I certainly don't want to get caught any more than you do. It would break my wife to know, or even suspect, that I'm being unfaithful to her. So as much far as it is ALMOST getting caught, lets try to make sure we don't" I look at the clock then lay by head down, "damn, it's late. We're supposed to be a the conference registration early tomorrow morning. I suppose we should be trying to get some sleep?"
"Yeah, you're right." I force myself to sit up, stretching the kinks out of my limbs. "We shouldn't stay up too late. Tomorrow's going to be a long day." With one last look at you, filled with desire and guilt in equal measure, I climb out of bed and pad across the room to grab some pajamas from my suitcase. The weight of our secret feels almost tangible as it presses down on me; it's like there's a second skin between us that we can never fully shed.
As I slip into bed, I try to convince myself that this was just a one-time thing, that when we leave for home tomorrow, everything will go back to normal. But deep down, I know that something has changed between us tonight. We've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed, and no matter what the
we both go to sleep for the few hours we have before needing to be up in the morning. You dream of the thrill of cheating and finally feeling the flesh of a man other than your husband. You dream of having sex with with me against but getting caught this time, however you don't want to stop no matter how much you want to save your marriage. In your dream your husband watches helplessly as you continue to having sex with me. Just before you cum in your dream your alarm goes off, waking you up. I'm already out of bed and half dressed. I smile over at you, "well good morning. Not sure what you were dreaming about but it certainly sounded like you were having fun!"
I blush furiously and quickly roll out of bed, grabbing my clothes and ducking into the bathroom to get dressed. It was just a dream, that's all it was. A wicked fantasy brought on by too much whiskey and even more pent-up desire. But as I look in the mirror, I can't help but wonder if there's a part of me that wouldn't mind experiencing those things for real. No, I tell myself sternly. That's absurd. It was only a dream, and now it's time to focus on our presentation tomorrow and getting back home to my husband.
Taking a deep breath, I steel myself against the urges that have been plaguing me all night and emerge from the bathroom, trying to put on a normal face for your benefit. "Good morning," I manage to say through gritted teeth, meeting your gaze with
"Look, if you're having regrets about last night, we can pretend it never happened....though I don't know if I'm going to stop thinking about it any time soon. I'm going to give my wife a quick video call before we head down to the conference. Not that I want to hurry you into putting on clothes, as I do enjoy seeing you as naked as possible, but if you could try to stay out of frame until dressed that would help preserve my marriage." I say with a grin and a bit of a laugh, my eyes slow wandering down your body
I roll my eyes and shake my head as I pull on my blouse, however I have not put on my skirt yet, still walking around in my thong. "Fine," I mutter, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach every time you look at me. It's going to be a long day.
As you start dialing your wife's number, I grab a quick bite from the breakfast spread and sit down beside you on the bed, carefully positioning myself out of view of the camera when it finally connects. Her face lights up as she sees you; it must be nice to have someone so supportive in your life.
"Hi hon," you say with a fond smile. "How're things at home?" You glance over at me, but quickly look away when I catch your eye. I take another bite of my bagel, pretending not to notice your wandering eyes flicking over to my exposed legs, ass and cleavage as I haven't done up the buttons of my blouse yet. My lips curl up in a devilish smirk as I think this might be a good opportunity to get even with you for what you did to me while I was on the phone with my husband last night.
Your wife coos at something you say and then leans forward
While you speak with your wife I lean in closer, moving my hand subtly to brush against yours. The contact sends a jolt through my entire body, reminding me of how good it felt to touch you last night. Your wife continues to chatter happily on the other end, oblivious to the spark that has suddenly ignited between us.
I continue chatting with my wife, listening to how her day went yesterday and how busy she is around the house without me there to help. I can't help but look over at you, only half dressed, taking rather seductive bites of your breakfast. The look of you is causing my dick to get hard again, which is obvious as I only have my pants half done up. Out of the corner of my eye, I seen you move your hand to mine. Wanting to be sure you stay out of sight of the camera I rotate away from you a little so the screen is facing away from you, which actually inadvertently moves my thigh up against your hand.
My breath catches as our skin finally touches, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. Your thigh against mine is just as hard and muscular as I remember it being last night; I can't resist the urge to squeeze gently, feeling the warmth of your body through your clothes. As you continue talking with your wife on the other end of the line, my fingers explore more freely, tracing patterns across your thigh before venturing higher up, toward the waistband of your boxer briefs.
my eyes widen a little bit as I realize what you doing, but remembering the excitement of having sex with you while you talked with your husband makes me want to see where this is going. I let your hand curl around the waistband of my boxer briefs and pull them down enough that my stiff cock springs out of them. you slowly slide off the edge of the bed, down onto your knees in front of me. My eyes flick back and forth from you to my wife as inch your way closer to me. I try to keep my voice calm and tempered when speaking to her.
My heart pounds in my chest as I slowly slide closer to you, feeling the heat of your cock against my hand. It's almost impossible to concentrate on what you're saying to your wife; all I can think about is how good it feels to finally have you back within my reach. As I get closer, I lean in and brush my lips across the head of your dick, causing you to stop dead in the middle of your sentence. I hear your wife say, "Hun? Is everything okay? I think you froze, maybe the connection is bad?" You look down at me kneeling between your legs as I open my lips letting the tip of your dick into my mouth.
my heart is pounding in my ears, this seems way more risky than what we did last night, even though we had done was way worse. Now I was on a video call with my wife, with another woman sucking my dick! "Huh, umm yes, yeah. Everything is good here. Yeah maybe the connection stuck for a second there, I think you froze up too. Sorry, could you repeat what you were saying again?" You start slowly sliding the full length of my dick in and out of your mouth, making a very slight gagging sound as you deepthroat my length. I can't help be involuntarily close my eyes for a moment at how good it feels, but they flash back open wide remembering my wife can see me."
I moan around your cock, my hand stroking in time with the motion of my head. It feels incredible to have you back like this, just as forbidden and exciting as it was last night. I wonder how much longer we can keep this up without getting caught; the anticipation is almost unbearable. My mouth fills with saliva as I concentrate on pleasuring you, my breath coming in short pants as I struggle to maintain composure.
As I continue to suck and stroke him, I hear your wife say, "Are you still there? It's getting kind of quiet...." Your eyes meet mine for a brief moment before darting back up toward the camera, panic etched on your features. "Umm...yeah," you manage to choke out. "Sorry hon, just...distracted by something I saw outside."
My heart races in my chest as we
I can feel the weight of our secret pressing down on me as you speak to her, our eyes darting between each other every time she says something. I don't want this to end, not like this...but I know it has to eventually. My hand cups your balls through your boxer briefs, gently squeezing and massaging them as I continue to stroke you with my tongue. "Well," your wife says on the other line, "and here I didn't think there would be anything to distract you from me, your poor little wife so far away." A nervous laugh escapes her lips, "How much time do you have before your conference starts? Maybe I could do something to keep your attention on me..." she says, starting to undo her housecoat that she's wearing, showing more and more of her own cleavage, obviously unaware your dick is already busy in another woman's mouth.
I lay back on the bed, holding the phone over top of me and focused on my face, but letting my briefs and pants slide down my legs to my ankles.
"Ummm, it's starting pretty soon hun. As much as I'd love to see more of you right now. I only have a few minutes unfortunately."
I feel you pull my cock out of your mouth and then see you stand up in front of me, giving me a very coy look at hearing my wife trying to seduce me over the phone. I watch over top of my phone as you turn around, bend over as you pull your thong off and then slowly sit down on my lap. You reach between your legs, taking hold of my did with your hand then look back at me and place a finger over your lips before guiding my dick to the opening of your pussy! I realize you plan to have me fuck you while I'm still on my video call with my wife. You hear my wife say on the phone, "Well, then I'll just have to give you a bit of a tease to keep in mind until you come home to me." I watch the image of my wife letting her housecoat drop off her shoulders, squeezing her bare breasts on the screen for me at the same time you slide my dick into your pussy starting to ride me in reverse cowgirl position. "damn, you feel amazing...." I say looking past my phone at your ass starting to slowly bounce on my dick. My wife's narrow a bit, "Feel? What do you mean feel" she asks. My eyes snap back to my phone screen "Oh I meant you look amazing, I am just thinking about how you will feel when I get my hands on you when I come home." I say trying to cover up my slip of the tongue
I groan as you push deeper inside me, my hips grinding against yours in perfect rhythm, but I'm trying not to make any sound that could be heard by your wife on the phone. The feel of your hard cock stretching me so thoroughly is almost unbearable, and the thrill of doing this while your sweet little wife is literally looking you in the eye on your video call sends shivers down my spine. I lean forward a bit, placing my hands on your knees for support, spreading my ass for your to look at while it bounces up and down on you. I moan a little a the new angle, looking back over my shoulder at you, seeing you looking right pass your wife's face on the phone to the view of me riding you. "Oh, well then you'll just have to hurry home so I can take advantage of you here. Tell me lover, am I getting your dick hard?" your wife says on the other end, sounding noticeably horny now, "you look like your laying down, you wouldn't be doing something naughty like stroking your dick while looking at me on this call are you?" she says coyly. I can't help but let out a little laugh at your wife asking if your masturbating to her when you literally have your dick deep inside me for the second time in the last 12 hours. You slap my ass with your hand that isn't holding the phone, to warn me to be quiet, but it only excites me more and I let out a little squeal.
My wife's seductive tone falters at hearing something that sounds like a moan, slap and squeal coming through the phone. "Oh my god, are you watching porn at this time of the morning? Seriously?" she asks me. I stumble over my words, "N...no, of course not!" But I can't come up with a better reason for the sounds she's hearing, "Anyway, my dear, I should probably finish getting ready as I'm suppose to meet Samantha downstairs in the lobby in a few minutes so we can go over to the conference together. I should probably let you go." She is a little taken aback at me suddenly wanting to end the call, "Oh, ummm, okay I guess. If everything okay there?" she asks me, but I hardly hear her and I'm already again looking past the phone to you as you gyrate on my dick driving it deep inside you
"Hun, I said if everything's okay," your wife repeats, her voice growing firmer now. You glance back at the screen, realizing you need to give her an answer. "Yeah, everything's fine hon. Just, uh...I wanted to get started on some last minute work before the big meeting. See you tonight though, can't wait! Love you!" You hang up quickly before she can press any further, then lean forward and take one of your hands, guiding it beneath you so that I can feel your touch on my clit. You begin rubbing circles around me, increasing the pace until I cry out into the phone, pretending it was just another moan. Your other hand reaches between us, grasping your cock firmly as you start thrusting harder, lost in the moment with both of us.
"Jesus Christ Samantha, you almost got us caught! That was WAY riskier than what we did last night when you are on a call with your husband. I mean, my wife could literally see me and through I was jerking off as you started riding me!" I give your ass another smack and squeeze, sliding my thumb down between your cheeks to rub circles on your asshole as you continue bobbing up and down on me. "And aren't we supposed to sign-in at the conference soon?"
"Shhhh," I hiss between moans, feeling you push deeper into me. "I got us this far, didn't I?" I glance down at the clock and realize you're right; we should have been in the lobby minutes ago. We'll just have to pretend we got held up or lost in conversation with someone else until it's too late for them to notice our absence. "Just a little longer," I pant, grinding my hips against yours as you continue to stroke your cock, watching my ass bounce and grind on you through the camera.
I reach up, cupping your cheek with one hand and guiding it down so that my lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, my tongue pushing past your teeth and tangling with yours. My free hand grips the sheets beneath me, keeping myself from collapsing onto you as I ride out this incredible release we'
My breath comes in sharp gasps as we move together, bodies flush against each other. I feel my orgasm building inexorably, the pleasure radiating outward from where you're deep inside me. My hand slips between us again, this time wrapping around both of our cocks, stroking in perfect unison as I ride you harder and faster. "I can't wait for tonight," I moan against your lips, my hips jerking involuntarily as my orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I hear you moaning and feel hot shots of your sperms erupting inside me as you cum too. "When we get home..." My voice trails off, but the meaning is clear: there will be so much more where this came from when we finally make it back to our separate lives. I lift myself up, letting your cock slip out of me, then I walk over to the chair my skirt is on and start pulling it on.
"Do you want to keep this up after we fly back home? Seriously? What about your husband and my wife? I'm pretty sure neither of us is considering leaving our spouses so how would it work?" I ask you as I start to get myself cleaned up, "unless of course he would be down with watching me fuck you, though I didn't get the feeling you have that sort of marriage. I'm guessing he thinks you to be the perfect, faithful little wife? Plus I'm pretty sure that would somehow get back to my wife. But if you've got ideas I'm all hears as this is fun as hell and you're one hell of a great lay!"
I laugh as I finish dressing, shaking my head with a smile. "You really don't get it, do you?" I say, sitting down on the bed next to you and running my fingers through your hair. "This was just something for now, a way to have some fun and relieve some tension while we were here together. We both have our lives back home with our spouses, and no matter how good this feels or how much we might want more, it's not something we can really pursue."
I stand up, moving toward the door. "But I think it's safe to say that we won't be forgetting about this anytime soon." I glance back over my shoulder at you, smirking. "And now that I know what I'm missing out on..." With a wink, I step into the hallway and head toward the conference center, feeling the thrill of our secret adventure
as I walk. There's no telling what else we might get up to if the opportunity presented itself in the future... but for now, it seems this chapter has come to a close. I wonder how long it will be before either of us can really forget about it.
I pull my shoes on and run out of the hotel room after you, I see you halfway down the hall reaching down to put on your high heels. I can't believe you just walked out like that after I came inside you and knowing full well your pussy must still be dripping with my cum. I catch up to you at the elevator, "Alright, just while we are away then. I'm good with that. Doesn't mean you aren't going to catch me starting at your tits and ass in the office after we go back while I remember our secret fun. But I'll try to be on my best behavior next time I meet your husband at the company Christmas party" I say grinning, giving your bum a little squeeze while we wait for the elevator.
I arch an eyebrow in your direction, amused by the squeeze you give my ass. "Oh really? Well then I guess I'll just have to keep an eye on you too. Maybe next time we should make sure our fun doesn't get interrupted...or rather, that it does." With a wink and a playful swat at your chest, I step into the elevator as it dings open. "After all," I continue with a smirk, "it's always good to have something exciting to look forward to, isn't it?" As soon as I say it, my stomach drops, reminding me of just how dangerous this little game we're playing really is.
We go down to the conference, socialize with our industry counterparts and behave professional around each other as if nothing nothing has happened between us. A few of the people who know you from previous conferences as you how your husband and kids are. The hours pass by with the usual presentations and workshops and finally the conference finishes up. Everyone is eager to leave as we all need to check out and head to the airport. You and I say our goodbyes to our colleagues at the conference and head up to our hotel rooms to pack up. We get in the elevator with two other people we recognize from the conference but have not spoken to. I give them a polite smile as they step into the elevator and then they turn around to face the door. As the elevator starts to go up, you feel my fingers slowly sliding up the back of your thigh, slow pulling up the back of your skirt. The others in the elevator with us are completely unaware of what I'm doing.
As you slide your hand up my thigh and begin to hike up the back of my skirt, I feel a shiver of anticipation race through me. My breath hitches slightly when you reach between my legs, roughly grabbing at my underwear. Despite knowing we should be more careful, part of me is glad for this last moment of recklessness before we head back to our separate lives. I arch my hips into your hand, moaning softly as you slip a finger beneath the lace of my panties, sliding it slowly up and down over my wet folds. The others in the elevator are oblivious to what's happening right in front of them; I only hope this keeps us both from getting caught before we can get away with our little secret for another day.
the elevator reaches our floor and the doors open. I quickly pull my hand back, my fingers are still slick with your juices. You walk pass the strangers to step out of the elevator, your skirt is still noticeable hiked up, though fulling covering your ass as you walk away. One of the men in the elevator notices and leans over to try to get a subtle better view of you walking away. I smirk as I follow you out of the elevator towards our rooms
I grin over my shoulder at you as I lead the way to our room, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement coursing through me. Despite knowing that there's no way this could continue once we're back home, the thrill of having done something so daring and naughty is almost enough to make me want to keep going forever. When we reach the door to our respective rooms, I turn around, leaning against the doorway, and give you a saucy smile. "See you later," I murmur with a wink, before disappearing inside, shutting the door behind me.
Inside my room, I begin to change out of my business clothes and into my travel clothes, knowing that we need to be in a cab in the next hour or so in order to make our flight home. With my skirt unzipped and my blouse unbuttoned, I hear a knocking on the adjoining door between our rooms. I open it to see you standing there, also with your dress shirt unbuttoned and belt undone. "Yes? Can I help you?" I say coyly
"Well, you mentioned downstairs that you needed to call your husband before we left for the airport so he knew what plane you are on. Just wanted to know if you want any company while you make your call" I say with a cocked eyebrow and a devilish smile
My heart races at the thought of you being there while I talk to my husband. On one hand, it would be incredibly dangerous; on the other, the idea of having your presence as a distraction and perhaps even pushing things further is almost too tempting to resist. "I... suppose it wouldn't hurt," I manage to say slowly.
You step into my room and close the door behind you, moving farther inside until we're standing mere inches apart. Your breath is warm against my ear as you whisper, "Good. Now, shall I tell him that I'm in your room with you right now?" as I feel your hands push my open blouse off my shoulders followed by pulling my skirt down to drop around my ankles. "My husband is a trusting man, he would not be threatened by knowing my coworker travel companion is in my room with me. I may even let you say hello to him." I pick up my phone and turn way from you as I start to dial my husband's number. I feel you tug my panties down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor before you slowly push me forward to put my hands on the desk in front of a mirror.
As I slowly push you forward over the desk, I hear your phone start ringing as you start your call. I pull off my shirt and drop my pants, then pull out my very hard cock and start rubbing it between your spread ass cheeks and across your wet pussy lips. I lock eyes with you in the mirror that you are facing as my dick moves to your opening and slowly starts sliding in.
The feel of your cock stretching me so suddenly and so deeply nearly drives me insane with desire. My breath comes in short gasps as I watch us together in the mirror, my hands gripping the desk beneath for support. "Hello...darling," I manage to say weakly into the phone, my voice husky from lust and anticipation.
I rock my hips back against you, meeting your thrusts with an urgency that matches the wildness coursing through me. My husband's voice comes faintly over the line but I can barely register what he's saying; all I can focus on is the heat of your body and the relentless slide of our skin together. The thrill of being caught is almost enough to send me over the edge, but the thought that this could be the last time...it pushes me past my limits.
With a sharp cry, I arch my back as I feel you start pumping in and out of me.
"Samantha? Are you okay? What's going on?" I hear your husband ask as he heard you cry out. "Oh, I just closed my finger in my suit case dear." you say. "We are just starting to pack up as we will be heading to the airport shortly. But its okay, I've got the coworker here with me, helping me.....stuff things in." you say to him over the phone. I smile at you and give a silent mocking wave to the phone as if saying hello to your husband while I fuck his wife
I glance down at the phone, my cheeks flushing hot with shame and desire as I realize what you just said. My breath comes in ragged gasps, echoing your harsh grunts as you push deeper into me. "My...god, it's getting so busy around here," I manage to stammer, the lie barely hanging together in my desperate attempt to distract myself and him from what we're doing. My hands claw at the sheets beneath me as your thrusts become more urgent, harder.
With a sharp cry of release, I shudder violently around you, clutching at the air above me as waves of pleasure roll over me like crashing waves. Your hot cum spurts deep inside me, filling me up and sending me even higher as my orgasm crashes through every nerve ending in my body. As I finally come down from the high, I glance back at the phone
"Darling..." I gasp out, my voice rough from exertion, "I gotta go. Something came up at work. We'll talk later, okay? Love you." Before he can protest or ask any more questions, I hang up the phone with a shaky hand. Only then do I look up at you, your chest still heaving, your eyes burning with desire. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I reach up and wrap my fingers around your neck, pulling you down into a searing kiss as my legs lock around your waist, holding you tight against me. It's almost enough to make us both lose control all over again.
As our kiss deepens and your cock begins to harden against my inner walls once more, I wonder how long it will be before the rush of adrenaline fades enough for me to want to slow down. My husband trusts you completely; he never would have suspected that we were involved in this little game while he thought I was out of town with him. In theory, we could keep going like this, meeting up whenever our schedules allow us the freedom to get away with it... but there's always the chance that someone will catch us. The danger only heightens the thrill, and every time our bodies meet again, all reason seems to fall away.
As you start to move within me once more, I lose myself in the feeling of being claimed by you, of knowing that even for this short while we're together, there is nothing more important than our desire for each other.
while kissing you, I pull my stiffening cock back out of you then reach down and guide the head to your tight asshole. My dick is slick with cum and your wetness and as it press it against your hole it hardens quickly. "Well I figured if we are go to fuck one more time before our flight and then have to go back to our boring little prim and proper lives, better make it a good one." I grin at you and bite my bottom lip at the feel of my dick starting to slowly penetrate your ass. "What do you think your husband thought you were doing? You're not going to be in any trouble are you?"
The thought of getting caught doesn't really cross my mind anymore; it feels so distant and improbable, like a thrilling fantasy come to life. As you begin to push deeper into me, I moan around your lips, arching my hips up to meet your thrusts. Your words send a jolt of fear through me, but it's instantly smothered by the rush of pleasure that follows. My hands grip at your shoulders, digging into your skin as I lose myself once more in the feeling of being taken so roughly and completely. "I-I don't know..." I manage to breathe out between kisses. "But I can't wait until we see what happens next... No matter what it is, I want us to keep doing this... with each other."
I pause for a moment, not quiet having fully penetrated you yet, "you do? You were just saying this morning that this will all be over when we go home. You dont think that it would end with one or both of us getting divorced? Maybe even fired?"
The thought of that possibility sends a shiver down my spine, and I push it aside with the sheer force of my desire for you. I look deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty or doubt, but all I see is lust mirrored back at me. It's enough to send me spiraling into an almost frenzied need to feel you inside me again. "I-I don't know..." I pant. "But whatever happens, I want this with you. No one else." My hips buck up against yours as you finally push all the way inside, filling me completely in both holes.
My head falls back against the desk with a moan, my body arching into yours as I feel myself starting to lose control again. "Please..." is all I can manage before my voice cuts off, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure washing over me like a tsunami.
I groan as you push your ass onto my dick, driving my shaft all the way inside you. "So long as neither of us get jealous of the other person. You know I'm going to be sleeping with my wife when I go home right? And I assume you are doing the same with your husband" I slowly start moving my hips letting your ass swallow my dick slowly over and over again
The thought of you with another woman while we're apart sends a hot surge of possessiveness through me, but at the same time, it only serves to heighten the thrill of our secret encounters. I can't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different, if we could somehow make this work beyond these stolen moments. But for now, I focus on the sensation of being so full of you, the taste of your skin beneath my tongue, and the feel of your muscles flexing as you move within me. I reach up, fumbling blindly for something to hold onto as I arch my back off the desk, meeting your thrusts with growing desperation.
My cries echo through the room as I lose myself in the moment once more, relishing the forbidden pleasure of having you here with me despite all the consequences that might await us when our little adventure is over.