They'd been meeting like this for most of a year now and as usual she waited by the lift when they arrived at the hotel, not wanting to be involved in the check-in process but to her surprise, when he joined her he told her to take the lift after him.
"It's room 312. When you get there, knock before entering."
She was going to say something but he just turned, ignoring her as the doors closed behind him.
She was confused and uncomfortable. What was going on? Why was he behaving this way?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the next lift so she got in and pressed the button for the third floor.
There was no one in the corridor and she glanced at the sign indicating the direction she should take to the room.
The door was slightly ajar and she was about to push it open when she remembered what he'd said.
"Knock before entering."
She felt awkward waiting in the corridor lest anyone should have seen her knocking on the door but after what seemed like a very long time she heard his voice.
"Come."
He said it in a tone that was an instruction, not an invitation.
"Close the door behind you."
The room was dark with the curtains closed and she stood awkwardly not knowing what to do. Should she say something? She decided best not, so she waited in silence. He was standing, facing the window, his back to her.
At last, after what seemed like a very long time he spoke but without looking at her.
"Have you been having sex with another man since we last met?"
The question stunned her for a moment. Well of course she had. She'd had sex with her husband, had even told him that when they'd talked on the phone, although without any intimate details and for a moment she felt anger. How dare he question her like this, it was none of his business but then she became aware of another feeling, one of arousal as she recalled the sex she'd had with her husband and now she wanted to boast about it, tell him how good it had been, the way her husband had fucked her and used her.
"Well?"
His question dragged her back to the present.
"Well yes I... yes we did. We had sex." She said in a defiant tone.
"Often?"
Now she was angry.
"Yes, often and what business is it of yours if my husband fucks me... and cums in me."
She hadn't intended to add that last bit, that intimate detail, but realised that doing in so she was arousing herself and now she wanted to tell him every detail, to make him feel jealous.
"Yes he fucked me, front and back, and I sucked his cock. Is that what you want to know?"
Even though the room was dark she was aware of him shifting his position as if making himself more comfortable and suddenly she realised what was happening.
He was getting off on this, was aroused by her telling him about the sex she'd had with her husband and with that realisation came a feeling of power. She could arouse him by telling him what she'd done with her husband. She could tell him anything, anything she liked, no matter how outrageous, he'd never know if it was the truth or not, so she started.
"Yes, he fucked me, front and back, cuming in me front and back and on my face and over my tits and in my mouth and I swallowed his cum."
By now she was aware that the gusset of her panties was wet; she too was aroused, very aroused and she wanted sex and since he was the only other person here, she wanted sex with him, wanted him to fuck her in her arse and in her cunt, wanted to suck his cock and swallow his cum.
But then he stopped her in her tracks.
"You know it's naughty to boast like that? You sound as if you're trying to make me jealous, is that it?"
The silence between them was deafening.
"Well?"
Another pause.
"Answer me. You know it's naughty to boast like that don't you and you know what happens when you've been naughty don't you?"
He was going to spank her. That's what this had all been about. The separate lift, making her wait outside the room and then having to knock before being allowed in and now this. Yes, he'd tricked her into boasting about the sex she'd had with her husband, she'd even embellished the truth, some of the things she'd told him hadn't happened but now the arousal of relating the sex she'd had with her husband was replaced with the tingling, fearful arousal of knowing that she was going to be spanked.
She had to swallow before she could answer and only then in a whisper.
"Yes, you're going to spank me for being naughty."
"For being naughty and boasting about having sex with your husband."
