My name is Nikki and my husband Paul and I have been married for almost 15 years. About 6 years ago my husband convinced me to go to a swing club in a city that is about 100 miles from us. We both had a fantastic time and we go back to the club whenever we can. About 2 years ago we added a new, exciting wrinkle to our swinging. We are both allowed to swing solo when we are away on business. Since my job requires me to travel about 2ce a quarter I have had more opportunity than Paul has to enjoy this decadent freedom.
On one of my first business trips to NYC after Paul and I made this little arrangement I was sitting alone in the hotel bar when Eric, a tall, handsome older guy started to hit on me. At first I didn't think anything about it, but then I thought why not? Paul is ok with it and Eric was turning me on. So as Eric bought me more wine I started to flirt back. It wasn't that long before Eric and I were French kissing in the elevator on the way to my room.
I guess that I thought that Eric would rip my clothing off and take me quickly. Boy was I wrong. Eric was in no hurry at all to enjoy the prize he picked up at the bar. Once we got to my room he had me slowly strip for him and get in various erotic positions. My pussy got wetter and wetter as he had me talk about how much I love sex and how naughty and excited I felt having sex without my husband. I climaxed as he pumped into me, pinching my nipples hard and calling me a married slut.
I have seen Eric twice since then. Each time he was more demanding and each time it was more exciting than the last. As I packed for my most recent business trip to NYC, Paul asked me if I was going to see Eric. No reason to lie to my husband so I said yes. What I didn't tell him was how excited I was.
It was finally the last day of that business trip. I knew that Eric would be arriving soon to pick me up. It has been too long since I've seen Eric and it was all I could do to try to keep my concentration on work. I said my goodbyes to my group and headed for the lobby. I'm very happy that I have an extra day before I have to return home. I stand in the lobby and wait. I feel the same nervousness that I felt each time that I was to meet Eric. It was excitement mixed with the unknown. What would Eric have me do?. How will I be made to fulfill his erotic desires?
Movement to my left catches my eye, and then I see Eric. I can't contain my smile as it spreads across my face. Eric smiles back as I walk towards him and he holds me and kisses me hard. After several moments Eric leads me out of the lobby and to a waiting car and driver. Going where? He wouldn't tell me any details of this trip.
In the car, he kisses me again. His hand travels up my leg and under my skirt. He plays with me on the outside of my panties. I slightly part my thighs and kiss him harder, wanting to show him how much I need him. His other hand goes into my shirt and bra and pinches my nipples hard. I wince and he smiles and says that he knows how much I like that. I smile because I can't deny how much I enjoy his domination.
He tells me as much as he'd like to catch up, and talk about how my business trip went over a nice dinner, but first he has plans for me. Talking is going to have to wait he says as we are on a schedule and have an appointment. An appointment? I wonder what this could be? I want to ask more questions but I know that I just have to wait. He has made that very clear.
The car pulls into the parking lot of a nice hotel in the city. We get out of the car and Eric takes my hand as we walk into the hotel. He takes me straight to the elevators. I tremble slightly. Partly due to nervousness, partly to anticipation. I find that I'm wet still from his touching me in the car. I wonder if he will have me naked and serving him in the next few minutes. He pushes the 8th floor button, and when the door closes, Eric puts his hands around my waist and pushes me into the wall kissing my neck and groping my butt. He presses hard against me, and as I close my eyes and moan. I feel that he is erect. I want him so badly. I begin to ache between my thighs.
On the 8th floor we approach a room towards the end of the hall. Eric tells me to go to the door and knock loudly. I look up at him, and I see his seriousness. He has a small knowing smile. I timidly walk towards the door as I'm told, my head slightly lowered, already going into my submissive mode just from his dominate presence. I knock on the door with my head full of questions. Who will answer? What is going to take place?