I’ve been fucking other men for awhile now and my husband has known from the beginning. But, until recently, other than our neighbor, he hasn’t known any of the men I’ve slept with. He knows I’m fucking other men at every opportunity, and sometimes he gets to listen in from the guest room (now his permanent bedroom), but the dynamic changed in a dramatic way, recently.
I was having dinner with a friend at the hotel she was staying at and after she left, I stopped in the bar for a drink. I’m not going to lie, I was looking for someone to fuck and figured a hotel bar was the ideal place to do that.
I wasn’t wrong.
It didn’t take long for a very tall, very handsome black man to send a drink my way. I smiled at him and gestured for him to join me. We made small talk for a few minutes until I brazenly slipped a hand under the table and stroked his thigh. It was brief, but enough to elicit a look of shock on his face as I excused myself to use the ladies room. It was clear that this handsome stranger had gotten the message when I opened the door to the ladies room and he was leaning up against the wall outside.
The look on his face was predatory as he pushed off the wall and approached me. I instinctively took a few steps back only to find my back against the wall and his face inches from mine. He captured my wrists in his strong hands and pulled my arms up over my head.
“You want to come back to my room.” It was not a question or even an invitation – it was just a statement of fact. I nodded and he closed his mouth over mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth. With a carnivorous growl, he broke the kiss and turned toward the hotel elevators. His hand still gripping one of my wrists, he led me inside and pushed the button for his floor.
The elevator door had barely closed when he turned on me, pulling at my skirt and sliding his hand up to push his fingers into my heated folds. I spread my legs and pulled out my cell phone, mumbling something about needing to tell my husband I would be late.
This stranger with his fingers in my cunt stared at me hard while I waited for my husband to answer the phone.
“I’m going to be late,” I said as I reached toward the front of the stranger’s pants and groped his stiffening bulge. “I’ve found a very large man with a very large cock to please me this evening. Don’t wait up unless you want to clean up after him.” I never broke eye contact with the stranger in front of me. I watched as his face registered shock while I told my husband he should only wait up if he wanted to lick my pussy.
I hung up and pushed my hand against his cock just as the elevator doors opened.
[to be continued]