What if . . .
A curious question came up during a conversation yesterday, so I have to ask you all. lol.
If you were a friend of my husband, often hanging out together at our house, and you stumbled upon my profile and recognized me . . .
would you tell my husband and what would you do with the information?
If you were a friend of my husband, often hanging out together at our house, and you stumbled upon my profile and recognized me . . .
would you tell my husband and what would you do with the information?
5 年 前
You arrive at the hotel at 11 am as planned. I have left a key for you to pick up at reception, and when you reach the room you're nervous but excited. When you enter it's dark, with soft music playing, and I'm in a suit, in a chair, watching you from across the room. For a moment I say nothing, leaving you slightly flustered, then I say one word. "Strip".
It doesn't take you long to get naked and approch me, kneel in front of me, and unzip my trousers. From there, things escalate pretty quickly. You do a great job sucking my cock. At times I hold your head and face fuck you hard. At other times we take it slow. Soon you're moaning and clearly needing my cock inside you, so I pick you up, throw you on the bed, and, without taking my clothes off, start to fuck you, missionary. Nothing clever, just a good hard, forceful fuck. You take it well, as my hands explore your body and my cock relentlessly pounds into you.
Then I slow down, and pull out, lowering my mouth to your pussy, teasing your clit with my tongue and lips, feeling your clit swell between my lips as my fingers play with your nipples. We play like this for a long time, me taking you close to orgasm, then pulling back, edging you closer and closer, until eventually with a flick of my tongue, and a squeeze of your nipples, you cum.
We continue in various positions, getting to know each other's bodies, until just before lunch time I finally allow myself to cum. I am fucking you hard from behind. Your hands are on the window, your arse back, pushing on my cock as I slip in and out of your wet pussy. Through the window you can see your husband's office, where he's looking forward to your lunch, as I plough into you, our thighs slapping together on each thrust.
Eventually with a groan and a shudder, I empty myself into you. You feel my cum shoot deep inside you. After a few moments holding you, I pull out. "Get dressed" I tell you.
"But I need a shower," you protest.
"Wash your face and tidy up your hair, but my cum stays inside you," I tell you.
And so, a quarter of an hour later, tidied up, and with some fresh lipstick and perfume, and with a pussy full of cum oozing into your panties, you step out of the hotel to see your husband.
You're a bit flushed as you have lunch, And it's not just the feeling of the cum oozing down your thighs, or that feeling of just being fucked. It's the question in your mind...
... what will happen when you return to the hotel?