I feel like I should almost start this story off with, "Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought this would happen to me." it is almost that unbelievable. I had originally met Hannah at our college reunion, and while it was a small school, we were both amazed that we had never officially met while we attended. Over the course of our reunion weekend we kept bumping into each other at various events and in various states of sobriety. The flirting was at an all time high and by the final hours of the weekend we found ourselves in bed together. All a great story, but not this one. Our torrid affair (she was married) continued for a couple of years until we were discovered and it all came to a horrible end, or so I thought.
Fast forward a couple of years and out of the blue I get a LinkedIn invite from Hannah. While our paths may cross in our professional lives, I was naturally reluctant to engage given our past. But then again, I'm in sales and a deal is a deal.
Still hesitant, I wanted to make sure everyone was aware of the situation and reached out to the husband to inform him that she wanted to connect professionally.
And so our story begins. Her husband, Steve, thanks me for reaching out and then informs me that Hannah was going to be working in a city nearby and that I should meet up with her. Somewhat confused by this request I inquire further only to find out that they have been discussing the idea of getting into the hotwife lifestyle, and that I would be a good match, if I was up for it.
Now, I'd be a fool to say no to any proposition with Hannah. She's a beautiful, trim woman with curves in all the right places, nipples that truly appreciate some attention, and is a fan of exploring pretty much anything in the bedroom. But it all seems a little too good to be true so I dig further into what they are looking for, away from LinkedIn of course. We go back and forth on some logistics until Steve finally puts it in writing. "I want you to fuck Hannah."
A week later I find myself driving to Hannah's hotel, eager to see where things will go, and still in awe of the circumstances. After I arrive we awkwardly meet up in the lobby, not sure if it's a hug or a handshake that will kick off this new arrangement. As it is already late afternoon I suggest we grab a bite to eat, and maybe a drink or 3 to calm our nerves. She readily accepts and we head off, trying to be as normal as possible, yet with the nervous energy of what is to come.
Sitting at the bar we get caught up on the past few years of our lives although my mind is definitely elsewhere. My mind, and my eyes, as I blatantly check out this beauty in tight jeans and a low cut blouse. As our conversation transitions to the situation we find ourselves in, it becomes clear that we both have one thing on our minds, and it isn't the small talk or the drinks.
As if reading our minds,the bartender comes over and asks us if would like another drink. Without even diverting my eyes from Hannah's gaze I give him a quick "Nope, just the bill.", signalling our exit.
We make the short walk back to the hotel in silence, hopping in the elevator up to her room. Once inside I take the initiative and quickly spin Hannah into my arms, pinning her against the wall. I run one hand down the side of her body to her hip, the other reaching up and pulling her face to mine. I pull her in close, our faces almost pressed together, but I want to let her make the first official move.
We stay in this embrace for what seems like forever but is probably only a few seconds. Her face within an inch of mine, her slightly laboured breath warming my face. I tighten my grip on her hip and she slowly rocks forward, pressing her pelvis into me. Feeling my erection (yes, she has that effect on me), she presses harder into me, lifting up on her toes as if to stroke me through my clothes with her body.
"Is that for me?" She purrs, raising her eyebrow questioningly.
"That depends." I respond. "What are you going to do with it?"
Then a small, devious smirk comes across her face. "Well, my husband had a few ideas of what I could do with it." She teases.
"Oh really? What exactly did he have in mind?" I inquire, curious as to what they had actually discussed.
"Let's see, he definitely wants me to suck you, and he wants video."
"Mmmm, I have no problem with that." I moan as she continues to grind her pelvis into my cock. "What else?"
"Whatever you like, but just so you know, I've got panties on that give you access to my pussy and my ass. So why don't you get creative?"
I figure that comment is first move enough for me and press my lips to Hannah's, darting my tongue out to meet hers. As we kiss like teenagers I run my hand down from her face and cup her breast, the other hand reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, pulling her into me. She moans into my mouth as I turn her around and walk her over to the edge of the bed.
Leaning against the edge of the bed Hannah starts removing her blouse while I tackle loosening her jeans. Clearly faster than I am, she has her top off in no time and easily slides out of her bra, exposing her pert, c-cup breasts to me. I reach out with my right hand and cup her bare breast, rubbing my thumb over the hard nipple. Hannah sighs and closes her eyes as I tease her between my fingers. I toy with her a little rougher, pinching her nipple between my thumb and finger, twisting and pulling it. Hannah's reaction is pure ecstasy as she bites her lip and pushes her chest towards me.
"Mmm, they like you." She whimpers as I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth. I run my tongue around her nipple, teasing the nub, before finally sucking it into my my mouth. Hannah reacts with a sharp gasp and clutches my head to her breast with her hands.
"Oh god that feels good! I love when you suck on them." She exclaims, pulling my head over to the other breast dying for attention.
As I work on Hannah's breasts I am finally able to lower her jeans to her knees, giving me access to her panties, or what little there is of them. I run my hand down over her exposed crotch, my fingers easily sliding over the slick folds of her pussy. Dipping my finger inside her I feel her warm embrace clamp down on me. A second finger joins the first as I slowly pump them into her wet slit.
After working up a good rhythm, I slowly withdraw my soaked fingers from her pussy and bring them up to her mouth, forcing them inside so she can taste her own juices. She sucks them greedily and swirls her tongue around them, emulating what I can only hope will be her forthcoming blowjob technique. As I remove my fingers from her mouth, Hannah leans in and kisses me, sharing the sweet taste of her pussy with me.
This exchange only fuels my lust for her further. I push Hannah down to the bed and grab the bottom of her jeans, yanking them down off of her body. As I am about to climb down over her on the bed, she abruptly sits up, placing her hand on my chest.
"Not yet." She says, reaching for my belt. "I want to suck you first."
Hannah quickly undoes my belt and pants, lowering them as she runs her hand over the hard cock that is straining my boxers. Gripping the edges of my boxers she slowly lowers them over my stiff seven inches, my dick eagerly bobbing straight in front of her by the time she is done.
She reaches out and grabs me with her hand, peeling back my foreskin as she slowly strokes my cock. All I can do is just stand there watching as she plays with me, rubbing her fingers over the head, exploring it as if to get re-acquainted. Leaning forward she teases the tip with her tongue while she grips the shaft firmly. She then looks up at me and we make eye contact. She gives me a quick wink and then engulfs my cock in her warm mouth.
Hannah definitely knows what she is doing when I comes to blowjobs and takes her time pleasuring me. Coating my cock with her saliva she slowly takes more and more of me into her mouth. As she gets used to me she starts sliding down quickly and then sucking hard as she slowly withdraws, driving me crazy. From my position above her the view is incredible and only adds to the incredible sensation of her mouth. At this rate I'm not sure how much of this I am going to be able to handle before blowing my load. Then, as I'm taking it all in, a thought dawns on me.
"Aren't we supposed to be recording this?" I remind her, weary of distracting her for even a second.
