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Stepping out of the hotel room into the brilliant sunlight, Betsy stood on the walkway that ran along the edge of the third floor. Facing east, she basked in the warm rays as they washed over her body, wondering what they would feel like if she was standing there naked like she had just eight hours before. She inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh morning air. It was a far cry from the pungent aroma on the other side of the door she'd just quietly closed.
The Excelsior had the reputation of being the nicest hotel in town. She already knew the restaurant was the fanciest, having eaten there several times, including the night before. And she and Darren had stopped there for drinks many times, the bar being incredible. But what she previously knew of the hotel itself came only from what comments she'd heard. Having just spent the night in one of the rooms, she now knew firsthand the entire facility lived up to it to its extravagant billing.
Yet as she stood on that walkway, looking back at the number identifying the burnt orange door as 325, it was hard not to feel like she was leaving some fleabag motel that rented rooms by the hour. She'd left it smelling of cheap wine and sex, and that made her smile.
Turning, she plucked her bikini off the railing where she'd left it to dry the night before. It was still damp from the midnight dip in the pool. But then again, so was she, albeit for very different reasons. It had been a night of little sleep; her new acquaintance Sam had seen to that. It wasn't a surprise, what with how she'd basically told him when they returned to the room after their late-night swim that she was his for eight more hours, and he could do anything he wanted with her.
"He certainly took advantage of that," she mused happily as she stuffed the bikini into the side pocket of her overnight bag.
Looking first left, she decided to head to her right to make the slow descent down the stairs in that direction, knowing it was the closest route to her car. The elevators were at the far end of the second building of rooms to the south, closest to the lobby on the west side of the complex, and she didn't want to walk that far. Well, the practical side of her didn't. The slut that resided inside her; the one she was hoping to reawaken, almost changed her mind when she reached the open stairwell. That part of her loved the idea of making the longer walk, knowing she'd have to make it back again in the other direction once she got to ground level. It would mean she'd get to live out the fantasy of pretending to be a cheating wife just a little longer.
She'd made that walk of shame many times in college, heading back to her sorority house the next morning wearing the same outfit she'd worn the night before. Hell, she could remember a couple of times it was an entire weekend, instead of a one-night stand. And in some ways this felt the same, considering how many times Sam had actually fucked her in the relatively short time she'd been with him.
She winced when she took the first step down the staircase, her thighs aching from the paces she'd been put through. Her tits jiggled underneath her chic black dress, the front not as form fitting as it had been when she first put it on to meet Sam and her husband for what she assumed would be an innocent dinner. But the current condition of her outfit became expected once she accepted the circumstances of how her night had turned. She done the damage to dress herself, stretching it out a bit to lower the top part, just before begging her new friend to fuck her.
He wasn't actually a friend. Sam was one of Darren's customers; a good one that was on his way to becoming one of his best. And she didn't really beg. She merely spread her thighs to show him her uncovered pussy. That was all the enticement he needed to take her up on her offer.
The arrangement itself had nothing to do with her husband's business relationship with Sam, but she'd be lying if she said that notion didn't play a part in why she'd gone through with having sex with him. It was a naughty device that made her blood rush through her veins, her pussy leaking down her thighs as she imagined fucking someone to advance her husband's career. It was an odd juxtaposition considering she was at first appalled at the idea that her husband had basically offered her up to Sam in the first place.
Her being with him at all started as a misunderstanding; one she eventually realized she'd played the biggest part in. Once Darren had told Sam that she was interested in a wild night, much like the ones she loved with her life-long friends when they vacationed in Chicago, she knew she'd made her own bed. She had indeed teased them both in a way that could make such a night seem plausible. But instead of lying in that bed with her husband there, she suddenly changed the dynamic. She basically disinvited Darren to participate in a threesome, telling him she'd meet him at home the next morning since she had her own car.
She had several reasons for the sudden shift, one of which being that she was a bit miffed at him for actually thinking she wanted to sleep with Sam in the first place. Yes, she understood why he had come to that conclusion, but he still should have known better. Then again, with how she'd so willingly switched her mind and gone through with it, maybe he knew more about her than she thought. Maybe in some way Darren orchestrated the whole thing once he knew the mood his wife was really in, reading her better than she read herself.
Regardless, she'd actually done it for a different reason. She felt bad about bringing up Sam's painful past, even if it was unintentional. She didn't know his response to her playful mentioning that he appeared to be single would be telling her he was recently divorced. It didn't occur to her to think of that as being a possible reason, even though she knew he'd worn a ring because of the tan line it had left behind. She should have surmised it wasn't just a man taking off his ring while away from his wife. Sam had no way of knowing he was being invited to a home with a woman that would greet her husband naked... not at the door, but outside on their carport.
The tan line pretty much implied that he'd taken it off only recently. If that was the case, it was hard to believe he was a widower. He'd likely keep it on much longer in that circumstance. Looking at it through the clarity of hindsight, Betsy kicked herself for not figuring it out. Not that it mattered. The divorce was a bitter enough pill for Sam to swallow, and she knew it the moment he told her why he was no longer wearing a ring.
That was the real reason she decided to do it, besides the obvious one where she got off first on the idea of it, and then literally when she acted upon those slutty impulses. The truth was she felt sorry for him, and as the night wore on, she knew she'd made the right decision for just as many reasons.
Sam was strikingly handsome, with an incredible physique. He had a wonderful sense of humor. And he was an enthusiastic partner; whatever skills he might have lacked as a lover from years of being with a missionary only wife, he made up for with his willingness to listen and please her. Plus, he had a big fat cock that could make her cum like the slut she as professing to be.
And she came. She actually lost track of how many times. They were happening so frequently it became absurd to think about keeping count. All her mind would allow her to do was react to them. And he was just like that horny teenager she'd playfully called him early on; his recovery time and stamina were both astounding. It all made for an incredibly delicious night of sexual adventure.
They'd fucked almost as soon as they made it to their room. And they did it again shortly afterward, his cock becoming hard again almost instantly. She figured after that he might need some time to recharge, and she wanted at least one more romp with him before they went to sleep for the night. So, she suggested a catnap, followed by a late-night swim. She'd brought a bikini in her overnight bag, thinking she might use it while she and Darren were in Washington over the weekend. Instead, she was breaking it out in her own town, at an entirely different hotel than the one she had in mind when she'd packed.
The swim reinvigorated both of them, and by the time they got out of the water an hour later, he was ready to go again. He might have been able to get it up sooner if she would have told him ahead of time that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. It was something he'd never considered a possibility, even though he knew there were people in the world that did that sort of thing. He just never thought in his wildest dreams he'd ever become one of them.
Betsy was a bit surprised that he didn't take her up on her offer to fuck her out in the open on the walkway in front of their room. A big part of her wanted him to, the notion of throwing caution into the night and giving herself fully to this relative stranger brought back memories of several erotic encounters from her college days. The idea of reliving them had her dripping, and it had nothing to do with not drying off after getting out of the pool.
For Sam, it was a bit more unnerving. It was one thing to watch her strip off her bathing suit to ring it out while standing there. It was quite another for her to actually imply that she would let him fuck her right there. But she didn't imply. She literally told him he could, because she was willing to do whatever he wanted until she left the next morning.
As much as he wanted to, he didn't have the nerve. He didn't have the exhibitionist streak she seemed to possess. Instead he opened the door to what he now viewed as 'their' room. Then he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She giggled girlishly as he carried her inside, kicking the door closed before tossing her on the mattress. Like a cat, she landed on all fours, her ass facing him. Taking that as a sign, he dropped his trunks and began rubbing the head of his thick cock against her ass.
"Don't be shy," she grinned just before he ripped his thickness inside her. "I want this, so give it to me good from the start!"
When he finished cumming in her ass a half-hour later, she really thought they were done for the night. He was still keyed up though. He called down to room service to have a bottle of wine brought up, but it was too late; the bar was closed for the night. Improvising, he threw on some clothes, heading downstairs and walking across the street to a 7-11 that was open all night.
Returning with bottle of Boone's Farm strawberry wine, she giggled, stunned at his choice of beverage.
