Disclaimer: This is a story in which the characters cheat on their spouses. If you find this sort of thing offensive, I recommend not reading any further. You have been warned, so please don't send me feedback or post comments telling me how wrong it is for married people to cheat. This is fiction. Although the character Lindsey was inspired by a real person, to the author's knowledge that person has never actually engaged in adultery.
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The trip to Seattle for company sanctioned training had come as a surprise. No one had bothered to let me know that I was on the wait list to attend and, once I got the email congratulating me for being invited, I had to do a little scrambling to make the travel arrangements. I wasn't really looking forward to sitting through two days of training that, according to the agenda, promised to be pretty mind-numbing but I'd never been to Seattle before so I vowed to make the most of it. I rarely had to travel for work so most of my trips were for pleasure and involved my family. Unfortunately, due to the late notice, we couldn't work it out so that they could join me and take advantage of the free accommodations, at least. I didn't know anyone else who was attending the training, but I figured I'd be fine on my own for a few days.
The training was taking place on a Friday and a Saturday with a dinner on Friday immediately after the training. Since the training was starting early on Friday morning, I made arrangements to fly in on Thursday afternoon. I also wouldn't be flying out until Sunday so that I wouldn't be arriving at my home airport late Saturday night. This schedule gave me Thursday night and Saturday night to explore Seattle. After dinner on Friday night, I suspected that I wouldn't be doing much with the training resuming early on Saturday morning. The training and dinner, as well as my accommodations, were at the same hotel right near Sea-Tac Airport.
Thursday afternoon ended up being a blast, even though I was by myself. The weather was great so I took the light rail from near the airport and hotel into downtown. I explored a bit, had a few local beers and dinner and was back at the hotel reasonably early. The room and bed were comfortable enough that I had trouble dragging myself to the shower on Friday morning, but I made it to the training on time, suffered through a long day, then joined the other trainees for dinner. By the time that wound down, it was too late to really go out and do something more fun but it was also too early for bed. Fortunately, I'd known that the hotel had a pool, so I'd packed a swimsuit. It was still open for a bit so I changed and headed down. I had the pool to myself when I arrived, so it was relaxing as I just kind of floated around, my muscles loosening up after I'd been sitting all day.
I must have let my mind float away, as well, because I didn't even notice that somebody had joined me until she was already entering the pool, descending the steps at the shallow end. I recognized her from the training, though I liked how she looked in her one-piece swimsuit more than in the business casual attire she'd had on earlier. She appeared to be around my age, meaning forty-ish, and had shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. Her swimsuit showed that she had some nice curves and, though they were squished by the nylon material, her boobs appeared to be fairly substantial.
"I was hoping to sneak in before you even noticed me," she said as I acknowledged her, "I can't believe no one else is here."
The water temperature was comfortable enough that she submerged herself pretty quickly then joined me and introduced herself. Her name was Lindsey and she wasn't any more thrilled by the training than I was. We chatted about that, our home offices and what we each did there, our families and interests. She was married, too, and also had a child, though hers was younger than mine. It was pleasant and I wasn't really thinking any unsavory thoughts, though she was definitely a MILF. I wasn't getting a sense that she was interested in me in "that way," either, though we did flirt a little bit. With both of us having been married for so long, though, I'm sure for both of us it was just kind of nice to have a member of the opposite sex other than our spouses who was interested in spending a little one-on-one time with us.
I think we were both surprised, given how late it was getting, when a woman showed up to the pool with a very loud, boisterous group of young children. It didn't take long before we were being splashed and the adult woman was more interested in chatting on her phone than in what all of those kids were up to. We agreed to adjourn to the nearby hot tub, which the kids had either not yet discovered or had dismissed due to its smaller size. We exited the pool and moved our things closer to the hot tub then found the switch to turn on the bubbles and eased into it. I admit I did take the opportunity to admire Lindsey's figure and found it pretty appealing. I had a feeling I'd end up having a few unsavory thoughts about her that night as I tried to fall asleep alone.
It was a bit more relaxing in the hot tub than in the pool but, true to its name, it was hot in there. It was also loud with the bubbles flowing. Between that and the noise of the rambunctious children, we ended up moving closer together to continue our conversation. Our legs contacted each other a few times and we went from ignoring it to joking about it to doing it on purpose. It was by this point that it was becoming obvious that an attraction was developing between us and that the hot tub was probably not the best atmosphere to try to resist it. Finally, we seemed to be on exactly the same page as we leaned toward each other and our lips met. Did my brain start screaming at me about how wrong this was? No, but my cock definitely woke up and wanted to know what was going on. As we progressed to making out and I brought a hand over to caress one of her tits, I was wondering if her pussy was becoming wet and whether I should check given that we had two perfectly good hotel rooms that might be a better place.
When a couple of the kids decided to join us in the hot tub, despite what we were in the middle of, we stopped kissing and agreed that it was time to leave. We got out and grabbed some towels to dry off, moving away from the hot tub to a quieter area.
"I'd been planning to shower once I was done swimming," she said, "Would you be interested in joining me?"
"I would absolutely be interested," I replied and she smiled. When we were dry enough and had gathered our things, we headed back into the hotel and she led the way to her room. Once we were inside, she closed and bolted the door and we entered the bathroom. Rather than immediately turning on the shower, we started making out again and I know she had to feel my hardening cock against her abdomen. I massaged her ass before bringing my hands up to her shoulders and starting to slide the straps of her swimsuit down. Her arms had been around my neck but she had to bring them down so that I could start sliding down the top of her swimsuit. We separated so that I could watch as her succulent boobs were slowly revealed. As her hard nipples and large, light pink areolas were exposed, I lowered my head to lick and suck them while continuing to slide her swimsuit down.
I stopped when it was sitting at her hips so that I could caress the soft, smooth flesh of her tits while continuing to lick and suck her nipples. Her moans were echoing as she ran her fingers through my hair but I knew I could make her moan even louder. I started kissing my way down from her tits over her stomach toward her swimsuit, sliding it down further the closer I got to it until my lips were touching the top of her bush. I paused, moving my head back for a better view, then watched as her beautifully golden and well-groomed bush was revealed. As I let her swimsuit drop to her ankles, I felt my cock grow even harder as I gazed at her exposed pussy. I leaned in and ran my tongue up along her slit, tasting the pungent nectar that was accumulating between her lips. She did moan louder and gripped my head tighter so, as much as I was enjoying the opportunity to eat her blonde pussy, she was apparently enjoying it even more.
I started out lapping at her pussy, tasting her flavor, but progressed to licking and sucking her clit as I slipped a couple of fingers into her. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet, which answered the question that had crossed my mind down in the hot tub. While I was definitely savoring eating her pussy, I couldn't help but think about how incredible it was going to feel to slip my throbbing cock into her. I had zero doubt at that point that it was going to happen. As I slid my fingers in and out of her, she was moaning louder and longer, humping her pussy toward my face. I had no idea if I'd gotten her so worked up or if maybe she was a little pent up, which can happen when you've got kids. Either way, it didn't appear that it was going to take long before she'd be cumming. I was perfectly fine with that since the level of pleasure she felt was more important to me at this point than duration. I suspected we'd have plenty of opportunity to indulge in long and intense orgasms before we both left on Sunday.
I knew for sure that she was getting close when she started tensing up more. I just continued what I was doing since it was obviously working quite well. Even though I was confident that I'd have another opportunity to eat her pussy, I was still devouring it like it would be my only chance and savoring everything about the experience. When the tension finally left her, she started shaking and crying out while I felt a flood of additional lubrication around my fingers. Just as I'd hoped, her orgasm was long and intense so I continued eating her as long as she continued cumming. She released the grip she had on my head when she'd apparently finished and let out a sigh.
"Thank you, that was outstanding," she said, breathlessly, as I sat back on my heels and slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth, "but now it is your turn."
She reached down and helped me to stand, her hands going right to the drawstring of my swimsuit as she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I started caressing her breasts again as she got my drawstring untied and reached into my swimsuit to grasp my rigid tool. She stroked it for a moment then broke off our kiss and dropped to her knees, taking my swimsuit down as she went. I was looking down as I stepped out of my swimsuit and she took my cock in her fist, pumping it briefly before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as she engulfed my cock in her hot mouth while continuing to pump the base and figured my orgasm would probably be upon me at least as quickly as hers had been.
