Slutty Wife Lucy Bellman

Ok so last year hubs had a business trip in nyc and asked if I wanted to come along.

So we get in and get to the hotel, and it's a nice place, with bellmen and everything.

So we get a luggage cart loaded up with all our stuff, and hubby gets a call from a client - he has to rush off. He asks the bellman to take me and the bags up to the room.

So I get in the elevator with this dude, and right away I can see him checking me out. I was wearing sweats and a tank top from the plane, and to be honest I was kinda spilling out of both of them. So I catch him peeking in the elevator, and he tries to look away quick - but I totally catch him. So I let a quiet second pass, and while he's looking away I slip one of the straps of my tanktop down. And then just wait until he looks back, which he obviously does. I see him notice it and I just kind of meet his gaze - but I don't say anything.

The elevator dings and we get to my floor. I scoot out ahead of the cart so he has to watch my ass as he walks the cart down the hall. When I get to the room I turn around and lean against the door frame while he fumbles with the key. I look him in the eye and say, "so what do you do for fun when you're not working?" He turns beet red and I giggle. He gets the door open and I brush past him, letting my nipples brush his sleeve as I scurry into the room ahead of him.

We're on the 39th floor, and as I walk into the room, I can see the curtains are open on the window. I toss my purse on the chair next to the bed and lean against the window sill, feeling my sweats pull tight against my ass. I wait for a moment as I hear him fiddling with the bags, and then turn around. Of course his eyes are locked on me - and I can see he's getting hard against the fabric of his uniform pants. I wink at him.

"You guys work for tips, right?" I ask.

"Uh, yes ma'am, whatever you think is appropriate," he says quietly.

I walk over to my purse and flip through it, and then I look up at him again. "I'm so sorry, I don't have any cash," I say. "But I have an idea."

I hear him gulp as I approach him, slowly hoisting my tank top over my head. My 34G tits spill out, nipples already stiff with anticipation. "Go ahead," I say softly. "You've been so helpful."

He lifts a tentative hand and cups my left breast gently, and I watch his cock really start to strain against his pants. "Someone's excited," I giggle, running an index finger along the outline of his dick. It's nice and long and feels thick, and my nipples get a little harder. "Both hands please," I whisper.

He grabs both my tits hard and I wrap my hand around his full girth. My pussy is already gushing and I realize I have no idea when my hubby is coming back, which turns me on even more.

He's looking right in my eyes and I can see how bad he wants it. "Nipples are for sucking, baby, don't be shy," I say, and his mouth is all over my tits instantly. His tongue feels amazing and I fumble with his belt until his cock tumbles into my grasp, already pulsing and twitching. I start stroking him hard as he devours my boobs, and I step slowly backwards towards the bed.

At the foot of the bed, I pull his head up from my chest and kiss him hard. I pull away from his mouth and playfully shove him backwards so that he falls onto the bed, cock sticking straight up. It's my first full glimpse of it and I'm delighted by its size - 7 inches easy, veiny and engorged with desire. I lean over him and brush my tits against it a little, pulling his pants down and then lowering myself to my knees. I take him by the shaft and tap it against my lips, kissing it and pulling gently on his swollen nuts. "This is the idea I mentioned," I say, and then I just fucking inhale his dick, taking it all the way down to the base so fast I hear him shout. I hold my head down as long as I can without gagging, then pull off him for a moment, leaving a glistening trail of spit clinging to the tip. I wrap my lips around the head and start pumping the shaft hard, feeling my clit start to throb. I reach down with my free hand and slip my sweats down so I can rub myself, shocked by how wet I am.

After a minute or two I can't stand it anymore, and I scramble up on to the bed and lower myself onto him. He glides in easily and instinctively grabs my hips. I lean forward and rest my hands on his chest and lock eyes with him. "Don't hold back, ok?" I say. "Yes ma'am," he replies.

His grip on my hips tightens, and I feel him start to pump in and out of me - slowly at first, but gathering speed until he's really pounding me. "Ohhh...fuck!" I cry. He's jackhammering me now, gripping my ass cheeks tightly as I feel his nuts thwapping against my butthole with every upthrust. I lean all the way forward and he arches his hips up to take me even deeper. I grab him by the chin, put my mouth inches from his and whisper hoarsely, "I want you to fuck me like the slut I was before I got married, do you hear me?" His eyes sizzle with recognition, and he pulls out of me and pulls me to the foot of the bed, bending me over and spanking my ass so hard I yelp. He grabs me by the hips again and plunges back into me, pounding and slapping my juicy flesh with all his might as I grip the bedspread and moan.

I can feel him getting close, and I look back over my shoulder. "I want your load in my mouth, baby, don't you cum in me!" He grunts and pulls out, and I spin around quickly and scoot up to the edge of the bed, holding my tits in my hands and opening my mouth wide for him. He can barely contain himself, and as soon as I've assumed the position, he erupts onto my tongue, firing long ropes of hot cum into my throat, pressing his still-quivering shaft between my lips so I feel it filling my mouth to the brim.

Once he's done, I pull my head back and swallow it all down in one gulp, wiping my lips coyly. "Thanks for your help, baby," I say. "You can go now." He nods and hitches up his pants, and I flop back on the bed as he hurries out of the room, tasting the lingering heat of his load as I rub my clit furiously.

It's only another few minutes before I hear the door lock click, and my husband comes in. "Keely!" he says. I lift my head, my lip curled under my teeth as my fingers swirl eagerly up and down my pussy. "Yes?"

"Did you do what I think you did?" he asks, a slight grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Mm-hmm," I moan. "I needed it so bad."

He walks towards me, licking his lips. "Was it good, baby?" he asks, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed.

"It was so good but I need to cum so fucking bad!" I gasp, laying my head back.

Without a word, he moves my hand away and begins running his tongue all over my swollen clit, pumping his fingers in and out of me until I convulse and scream.