The great taste of adultery

The thrill of fucking another man's wife.

My job takes me on the road several times a month and it’s getting to be a grind. With early morning flights and late-night meetings, I’m usually exhausted by the end of the day. I will enjoy a nice dinner then head to my room and watch ESPN because I don’t have the energy to do anything more.
Sometimes, though, I’ll finish up early so after dinner I will head to the hotel bar and have a few drinks. On my last trip, I was sitting at the hotel bar, checking out the scenery while sipping my gin and tonics when a woman approached and took the seat next to me. She was about my age, early forties, and dressed for a night out. She had a low-cut black dress exposing a generous amount of cleavage that instantly caught my attention. She had a great smile and fuck-me eye that mesmerized me. She told me her name was Janice and we raised our glasses in a toast. “I’m Darrell,” I said.
We struck up a conversation and the more we talked, the closer she inched toward me. She lived just a mile away so obviously not in town on business like me.
“I get bored sitting home sometimes and I’ve found that hotel bars are a great place to meet people, especially classy men” she said. She let her hand drop casually onto my leg and offered that sexy smile of hers.
She obviously was on the prowl, so I ordered drinks and I took her hand briefly while I explained I was in town on business. We leaned closer together as I told her a little about my work and she surely noticed how much I was noticing her lovely tits.
She inched her hand up my leg and I was groping hers as she asked me about my room. “This looks like a nice hotel,” she said. “I never stayed here but the lounge is nice.”
“Yeah, the room is great. Terrific view. I usually stay here when I’m in town.”
I ordered us another round of drinks and she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I’d love a tour of your room.”
I gulped my drink and she gulped hers and we got up. She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to as she whispered, “I told you I’m married, right?”
Uh, no she didn’t. I didn’t make a habit of fucking married women, but she obviously came there that night to get laid. As we walked to the elevator, I pondered if this was an entanglement I didn’t need in my life. My wife and I were separated, and I knew she dated, so I didn’t feel guilty for myself, but I wondered about Janice. Does her husband know she picks up men at hotel bars? Would this hurt him if he found out? Would I be contributing to the end of their marriage?
The temptation was too much. When we stepped into the elevator and the door closed and Janice and I were alone, she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on me, wrapping a leg around mine. When we stepped out of the elevator, there was no doubt in my mind. I was going to commit adultery. I started getting hard just thinking about that word.
Walking down the hall toward my room, I was already hard. Fortunately, we didn’t have far to go so my bulge wasn’t too obvious. Inside my room, I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward me. We enjoyed a long embrace and wet kiss standing in the hallway just inside the room. The room made it real. I was about to fuck another man’s wife.
I unzipped the back of her black dress and let it drop to the floor. She turned and let me enjoy looking at her lingerie before she unsnapped her bra and slid her panties to the floor. I just watched her, the beautiful big tits and that little strip of hair above her pussy. Then she knelt in front of me, undid my pants, and started sucking my cock. She sucked on the head of my cock, licked my shaft, then took the whole thing into her throat. My wife never did anything like that anymore. I put my hands on Janice’s head and guided her, up and down my shaft.
Watching her bob her head was such a turn on, to know she should be sucking another man’s cock, but it was my cock in her mouth.
After a few minutes of that, I took her hands and pulled her up. We kissed some more, our bodies entwined, our skin bare, and I led her to the bed. She pulled back the covers and laid on her back. I spread her legs and began to violate a pussy that belonged to another man with my throbbing cock.
“Fuck me!” she said as I started banging her. “Fuck my married pussy.” I pumped harder and harder. “My cunt belongs to someone else but I’m giving it to you tonight,” she said.
“I’m married too,” I said. “To hell with my wife. To hell with your husband.” I felt empowered as I went down on her, licking her pussy softly, my tongue teasing her clit and sliding inside her tight pussy – tight because it wasn’t getting the sort of attention she deserved. She guided my head, pulling harder when she was ready for more pressure, and steering me where it felt good to her. After I made her cum, I laid back and let her straddle me. She eased my cock inside her then started riding me. I squeezed her tits as she rode me to orgasm.
She collapsed onto me and laid there a few minutes before jumping out of bed. She grabbed her panties and put them on, then her bra, then her dress.
“I gotta run,” she said.

“Let me walk you to your car.”
“No thanks,” she said. “Leaving a man’s hotel room wearing a slutty dress makes me feel like a whore. That turns me on.”
At the door, she turned around, blew me a case, and left.
This was so exotic, the sensation of fucking a stranger’s wife. I started stroking my cock, building to another orgasm.