This is an older story I revised for this site. It started off as thriller, but I thought it was too erotic. Hope you enjoy
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The worst thing about being a civil engineer for Greg was the travel. Especially during the summer, he often would be away in the middle of nowhere for a week while the project got on it's way. He was sure Tabitha, his wife of eleven years, felt the same. It didn't exactly put a strain on their marriage, but he sure noticed a difference in how frequently they were intimate during his travel season. Even during the days off in between jobs, Tabitha just wasn't in the mood for sex, but was clingy and affectionate. They had a beautiful house, and their ten year-old daughter, Taylor, pretty much had everything that she could want. Greg felt like he was successful with a good paying job and family.
On the start of one job, it seemed like everything was going tits-up. Greg had to explain to the bosses why other people normally dependable were fucking up, which of course was his fault as supervisor. Instead of the early trip to the room to call his family and maybe sext with Tabitha, he found himself having a few more drinks than usual at the town bar, which was across the street from the motel.
He wasn't completely drunk, but definitely going to feel it in the morning. He opened the door of his two twin bed room and had the shock of his life. Sitting on one of the beds was the most beautiful woman in the world. Beauty is subjective, but for Greg, she had every feature he preferred from her sharp nose to dimple cheeks to red toe polish. Her hair was long red and curly hair; her eyes were bright green, and her lips full. She just had a slip dress on, which accented her lean leggy figure with small perky breasts. He must have been drunk because she looked too perfect, like a photoshopped picture of a model. He was old enough to know women's skin and features weren't that flawless. Yet, here was perfection.
Greg's first thought was wrong room, but his key worked. Same key couldn't work in two doors. He noticed his suitcase on the floor, so that wasn't the case.
"Sorry, miss. Think you're in the wrong place." Greg ran through in his mind why she was there. Prank by the guys wasn't an option. Town hooker? Maybe, but looked too perfect to need to sell her body.
The woman didn't say a word and pulled her dress over her head. Her perfect c-cup creamy breasts held his eyes with the large erect rosy nipples. Her tummy was toned, just like he liked with heart shaped red pubic hair -- again his favorite that Tabitha did when she was feeling frisky -- she preferred a landing strip.
"Sorry, I'm married and not interested in paying if that's what's going on." Greg said, but his eyes couldn't help but stare at her perfect naked body, which was already having him half-erect. "Maybe you should get dressed and leave..."
She walked up to him and even her smell was perfect. A girl, that he once got to second base at a high school dance with, wore a perfume that he found irresistible. He still occasionally went to make-up counters trying to find that same perfume for his wife and never came close. This woman had that exact perfume.
She leaned in, touched her lips to his, and it was over. He kissed her back letting their tongues touch. It was like dancing how hers moved in unison with his, which made him more aroused. The kiss ended and he needed to catch his breath.
"Look... I'm flattered, but still married and very much in love with my wife," Greg stammered, "Please lea..."
He didn't finish because she wrapped her hands around his cock through his jeans and lightly brushed the head with her thumb. She looked at him smiling with those perfect lips as she went to her knees. Not stopping her cock-teasing, the woman used her free hand to undo his belt and jeans like they were tear away. She released him long enough to pull his jeans and boxers to his knees.
The woman resumed her grip on his erection and her thumb movements, which was rubbing his pre-cum on his tip and sending shivers of pleasure. She opened her mouth and gestured towards his erection than looked questioningly.
"You want to suck me off?" Greg said which seemed a stupid question. The woman smiled and nodded and had the same questioning look. Greg loved his wife and never dreamed of being with another, but Tabitha didn't like blowjobs and he stopped pressuring her for them because of it. He hadn't had a woman ever in his life want to suck him off. Sure, quite a few did but he knew they didn't really want to. This woman looked like she wanted to. "Okay... just... Fuuuuuck."
She took him fully in her throat to the balls. The sensation was as good as being inside a pussy, maybe better. She cupped his balls, just the right amount of pressure and bobbed on his cock, sucking at the tip before going fully down. It felt so good, he was getting close to coming. However, she wrapped fingers around the bottom of his shaft tightly, stopping his ejaculation. She continued bobbing and then repeated the process. Greg never felt so good without coming ever in his life, but his balls started to ache needing relief. Suddenly she stopped and smiled at him, then got on her hands and knees on the bed with her perfect ass to him. He could see the bare lips of her pink pussy and pink asshole -- again just how he prefers.
Greg thought for a second whether he'd gone to far. He decided that sucking not fucking was bullshit. If Tabitha sucked another's cock, he'd call it cheating. Since he already cheated, might as well finish.
He got behind her and grabbed her hips. She reached behind and guided him into her, just how he liked it. Her pussy was so wet and tight. She let out a moan, the first sound he heard out of her mouth, as he slid in her. Greg started slowly, but soon slammed repeatedly into her letting his thighs make a slapping sound against her ass. He was starting to feel himself get close, and the woman pushed him back. She quickly sat on the bed by him and held her boobs against his cock and titty fucked him. That was a fantasy that he never was brave enough to mention to anyone. The look in her face as she worked him between her perfect boobs was pure desire, making Greg even more excited. With a shudder and groan he had one of the best orgasms in his life as he came over her chest and neck.
"Wow," he said chuckling shaking his head, "I've never..."
Never cheated, never fucked a complete stranger, or never had such great sex in his life. And he still had no clue why she did it.
The woman got up and grabbed her dress from the bed. She slipped it on without cleaning up. Greg stepped out of his jeans and was heading to the bathroom for a shower, when the woman tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to two small photographs on the bed. They were profile pictures of two women. One looked in her mid-thirties and the other barely twenty. Both quite attractive. She tapped his shoulder again and pointed to each and then had the inquisitive look.
