At 35, Beth was not where she wanted to be in life. She had a good job with a solid company, and was pulling down a more than respectable salary. What she didn't have was anyone to share it with. She had looked. Oh, how she'd looked. The men she'd tried to date, even those that allegedly wanted the same thing she did, never failed to disappoint. She'd had thoughts, recently, about just cutting out the man entirely. Men were fun, true, and she had had plenty of fun in her younger days, and discovered a fair few kinks, but she wanted something more substantial now.
One more try
, she decided. She'd already arranged to meet a guy from an online dating service. His name was Steve, and he was an accountant. Nice solid profession, and they were, allegedly, interested in the same things. His profile picture was promising as well.
Sadly, the date didn't last long. His profile picture was a
wee
bit out of date, and Beth decided that she didn't want to know what else he'd lied about. The man might have looked like his picture, ten years and 40 lbs. ago. Not giving him time to offer excuses or justifications, she walked out. She was sick of games and lies.
After thinking hard about what she wanted, and weighing the pros and cons, she came to a decision. Beth knew that she wanted kids, but she didn't need a man in her life, long-term, in order to accomplish that. She only needed a man's services for a few minutes.
Well, hopefully, it would last longer than that.
The question was how to go about it. Artificial insemination sounded boring and expensive. Best to do it the old-fashioned way, with an eye to certain precautions. She had a professional reputation to maintain, but the circles were relatively small. It wasn't as if she'd ever be involved in politics or any major litigation that might draw the attention of the press to her. That gave her more options, but still, discretion was best.
It had been almost three years since her last vacation. She was definitely due. Now, where to go? Beth checked the internet for suitable spots. There were several resorts around the world that offered the privacy and anonymity she wanted. Several offered nude beaches and were limited to adults only. After combing through reviews, she picked one that met all of her needs. It was far away, it was affordable, and it offered the sort of hedonistic atmosphere she wanted. She made the arrangements at work and then with the airlines and resort.
Soon, she was on her way. The first leg of the trip is a 12-hour layover in Atlanta. While it wasn't ideal, it worked out cheaper that way. She had arranged a hotel room for the night in advance, at a hotel directly across from the airport. After stowing her luggage, she decided to hit the bar. Atlanta was far enough from home that no one there would know her. She decided that she might as well get started.
The hotel bar was dimly lighted and had a sound system providing passable jazz. The place was nothing special, but it didn't have to be. Being a Friday night, the place was fairly busy, and she looked over her fellow travelers with a calculating eye. There were several handsome men in the bar, and it didn't take long before one of them wandered over to her.
"Hi. Stuck in a layover?"
Beth nodded. "Yeah. Kind of sucks."
"Upside to them is you get to meet all sorts of interesting people." He introduced himself as Mark. Beth noted the pale ring of skin on his 3
rd
finger.
"Lisa." They shake hands. "I'm on 12 hrs. I got a room for the night."
He smiles like he just won the lottery. "I'm on 5 hrs. Unexpected. Hard to get a room at the last minute, expensive too."
"And barely worth the effort," she nodded, understanding. "Too long to hang around the airport, though."
"Yeah. Figured I'd drop in here and see if anyone interesting was around." He gave her what he likely fancied a winning smile. "Lucky me."
"I should try to get some sleep, but sitting for hours on a plane always leaves me a bit wired. Can't move around. No way to burn off any energy." She glanced at Mark. "Hmm. My room's paid for." Beth goes for the opening, far more readily than he expected. "Want to share?"
He readily agreed. They finished their drinks, tipped the bartender and went up to her room. A married man cheating on his wife provided the perfect opportunity to collect some sperm. He was more than willing to help and soon the two were taking each other's clothes off. Much to her surprise, he lowered his head between her legs and gave her neatly trimmed pussy a kiss and a lick. He was surprisingly good at it, and Beth found the combination of teasing stimulation and penetration a real turn on. As novel as it was having a guy do that unprompted, it wasn't what she wanted from him.
She grabbed his ears and pulled gently. "Get up here and fuck me."
He was happy to comply. Moving up between her legs, he positioned himself and entered her, taking a couple of tries to get the angle right. He smoothed out fairly quickly, and set up a steady rhythm that spoke of long practice. She would have almost envied the man's wife if he weren't prone to cheating. He was certainly better than the last couple of men that had gotten that far with her.
She met his thrusts, using every trick she knew to get him off, until he raised her legs to his shoulders an put some of his weight on her as he fucked her deeper than he'd been able to before. She didn't object, though the move took her by surprise. It would get his seed deeper. Despite herself, this was turning her on. She was letting a stranger, someone whose real name she would likely never know, breed her. Her neck arched and she gave a low moan as she came. He kept going for a couple more minutes before filling her with his cum. He pulled out and lay beside her for a moment, catching his breath.
"I'd say your wife is a lucky woman," Beth offered, "if it weren't for the cheating." Mark looked surprised. "I saw the ring mark on your finger."
"No excuses," he said with a shrug. "We aren't happy."
"With that talented tongue?"
"She doesn't like me doing that. Thinks anything beyond straight vanilla missionary position sex is weird and unnatural."
"Huh." Beth couldn't understand that, but it opened up the opportunity for another go, if he was capable. She shifted on the bed and took his cock in one hand. "So, she never does this?" She leaned over and took his deflating dick in her mouth. She could taste a mixture of their juices, which excited her. Past boyfriends had always enjoyed it when she did that.
"No. I got her to do it once, and she hated it. Thought it was a disgusting thing to do." He sighed. "I've missed this." He responded quickly and was hard again in only a couple of minutes.
"There a position you wanna try that your wife won't consider?" She smiled as she backed off, not wanting his sperm in her mouth. He thought for a moment, then grinned.
