I travel quite a bit for business and over the years, I've discovered that staying in a hotel room makes me incredibly horny. Even if I'm by myself, which I usually am on these trips, my desire for sex goes up exponentially. I don't know exactly what causes it, but I suppose my very vivid imagination has a lot to do with it. Often times as I'm trying to fall asleep, I'll fantasize about some of the sultry sex scenes that may have played out in the very room, the very bed, or very desk chair I'm sitting in. There's my favorite scene, the MILF away from home on a business trip who, after a hard day of meetings and schmoozing with clients over drinks, returns to her hotel room to relax. She strips off her business suit and lays down naked on the bed. She spreads her legs wide and begins to finger and rub her way to a most intense orgasm.
Free from the responsibilities of pleasing her lover, taking care of the kids, or any of those other chores, she just enjoys the pleasure, moaning loudly in spite of herself. Or then there's the cougar, the middle-aged professional woman who decides she wants to bed the young stud of an intern to help make herself feel sexy again. Yes, I picture her on hands and knees on the bed, panties pulled off and thrown to the side and her skirt up around her hips, breathlessly urging her young lover to pound her pussy from behind. And then telling him to stick it in her tight ass and fill it full of cum. And then there's the one about the older man who finds a hot young lady with great oral skills to help him relieve his stress.
I see him sitting in the desk chair, legs spread wide, the hot little slut kneeling before him with a mouth full of cock, her big bare tits bouncing as she bobs her head up and down. He grabs a handful of her long blonde hair as his orgasm builds, pulling her head back as he explodes, shooting cum all over her tits, neck, and chin. And no guy's fantasy would be complete without the obligatory lesbian scene; you know, two hot chicks licking, sucking, and fingering each other to multiple noisy orgasms. Or maybe it's just the fact that I remember so many of the times my wife Lissy and I spent making amazing love in hotel rooms. We've always been a big fan of doggy-style in front of the full length mirrors that come in many rooms.
Anyway, all this is to say that I've been on a business trip the last two weeks and have come up with the idea for this story. It's a fictional story, and it builds on one I wrote a while ago called Club Pickups. I'll spare you the details of that story, but it involves Lissy and I picking each other's partners at a club and then seeing if the other is able to have sex with the person. The story got lots of feedback, some quite negative, but I've never really cared about that, so hence the sequel. Hope you enjoy. And if not, too bad, because I had a lot of fun writing it.
For the past eight weeks, work had been absolutely brutal. Between complicated contract negotiations, difficulties with one of our main suppliers of electronic components, and nagging IT problems, the pace had been frenetic. So it was understandable that my team was a little anxious when the big boss called us into her office just before lunch on Friday. I heard a little grumbling as we filed into the office; the last time we'd been summoned like this, we wound up working until close to 10 P.M. If she keeps us that late again, I thought to myself, there's going to be a mutiny. She delivered her message short and sweet. She thanked us for all the hard work and commitment, and then told us that she'd decided to give us the rest of the day off. The office erupted with hoots and applause. Everyone thanked her and then quickly headed back to their cubicles to pack up and get out before she changed her mind.
"What are you going to do with your down time?" my friend Tim asked over the cubicle wall.
"Well, it's a beautiful day out there and I haven't been on the lake in probably a month. I'm going home to get my fishing stuff and hit the water. What about you?" I asked, switching off my computer and grabbing my keys.
"Not sure. I'm leaning towards just going home, grabbing a six-pack and sitting on my deck. Nothing too ambitious."
"Nothing wrong with that," I replied. "Well, whatever you do, enjoy it because who knows when we'll get a couple free hours like this again." I bid the rest of the team farewell and headed out the door to my truck.
It truly was a beautiful day! A slight breeze pushed along a couple wispy clouds, but by in large, the sun shone bright. The temperature was in the mid 70s and there was little humidity, very unusual for this time of year. I got on the highway and headed home, praying that there was no traffic to delay my long overdue fishing trip. I made it to my exit in 25 minutes, not bad considering it had taken nearly 45 yesterday, and turned onto my quiet street. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a strange white sedan parked on the street in front of my house. I wonder who that is, I thought to myself as I parked the truck and strode to the front door. Ok, I said to myself, be quick. Lissy is still at work, so I have about three hours of time to fish before she gets home. I opened the door, dropped my keys on the table, and walked into the kitchen where the door to the basement is.
That was when I noticed that the sliding glass door that leads to our deck was wide open and the screen door was in its place. Lissy is rather militant about keeping the glass door closed and locked when we're not home. Strange, I thought, as I closed and locked the slider and hurried down the basement stairs to grab my favorite fishing rod and tackle box. Back upstairs, I set my gear on the floor beside the front door and then turned to go upstairs to change out of my work clothes. As I turned to begin climbing the stairs, I thought I heard a noise. I wasn't sure what it was, or even if I had really heard something, but I paused at the bottom of the steps, my ears straining. Ok, I thought, a strange car in front of the house, the back door open when it's normally closed, and now the possibility of a strange noise. I wonder if there's any cause for concern?
"Hello?" I said, quietly. No answer. I listened for another minute or so, but didn't hear anything, so I continued up the steps. There it was again. I had just reached the middle landing of the stairs when I heard it. And this time, there was no mistaking what it was. My heart skipped a beat when I heard that sound and my cock began to tingle. Sure enough, there it was again, providing all the confirmation I needed. It was the unmistakable sound of my beautiful bride softly moaning in pleasure. Now, my Lissy is quite the horny lady, to say that she has a high sex drive is putting it lightly. More than once, I've come home from work to find her lying on our bed pleasuring herself. And what a sight that is! It's especially amazing when I didn't let on that I was there, hiding outside the bedroom door to watch her.
So, it was with that image in mind that I quietly crept up the last set of stairs and eased down the hallway to a position outside our door, her moans becoming much more audible now, and my cock growing stiffer. The door was partially closed, so I had to move to the other side of the hallway to be able to see into the room. As I slowly shifted, the floor creaked a bit. I froze, worried that I'd just given away my presence. But her moans and heavy breathing never stopped, and I could now hear a soft slurping noise, which I figured probably meant she was playing with one of the toys we occasionally use. As I repositioned myself to get a view, I expected to see her spread out before me, maybe toying her pussy with her favorite Purring Panther.
The sight that greeted me caused my breath to catch in my throat, and a host of emotions washed over me. Lissy was there, naked and on her back, those delicious legs spread wide open, but instead of a toy between those thighs, there was some strange man! He had one arm under each of her legs and his face buried in her cunt. Those soft slurping noises I'd heard, yeah, they were his lips and tongue as he tasted her wetness and sucked on her clit. Lissy was clearly enjoying herself, I could see her arching her back and wiggling her hips to grind her clit against the guy's face. Part of me wanted to run in the room and grab the guy off her, but on the other hand, I had to admit it was a little hot to watch this show.
"Yes, that's what I like!" she whispered. "Fuck me with your tongue," she commanded.
The guy apparently did as instructed, Lissy gasped with delight as his tongue entered her. I could see him moving his head from side to side and up and down as he pleasured her, no doubt savoring every drop of her delicious juice.
"Put two fingers in me," she ordered as she continued to grind her pussy into his face. "Now one more. I want three. Oooh fuck yes! I love that! Fuck that tight little pussy with your fingers!"
I could tell by her breathing and her increasingly loud commands that she was getting close to cumming. For his part, the guy really didn't say anything or make a lot of noise, which I thought was a little weird. He must've been good at what he was doing because Lissy didn't seem to notice anything was missing.
"Suck my clit again! Lick it, lick it! Yes! Yes! Keep licking me right there!" she demanded, firmly putting a hand on either side of the guy's head to make sure his warm wet tongue didn't move from that magical spot. "Oooh God, that's soo good! Keep going, I'm going to cum!" Between the tongue on her clit and the fingers in her pussy, I knew it was only a matter of minutes before she'd cum. If I had been between those thighs, I would've slid my pinky in her ass, which would have driven her over the edge for sure.
"Make me cum! I want to cum all over your face!" she screamed. She arched her back and clenched her thighs, trapping the guy's face between them and probably nearly breaking the fingers he still had inside her pussy. "Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!" she yelled.
Then suddenly it was quiet; the only sounds I heard were Lissy's breathing, the quiet tick of a clock in the room, and my own heart pounding in my ears. I wanted to cum so badly that my balls ached. I wanted to barge into the room and demand to know who this guy was. I wanted to yell at her for allowing this stranger to eat her. And I wanted to find out if she turned to this guy because of something I did or didn't do or if I was inadequate in some way.