Monday
Back in the early noughties, I was a senior project manager in IT for a building company in York. As such, I was sent on various courses at software houses and computer companies. On this particular occasion, I was sent on a five-day course which was in Uxbridge, London, so I stayed in a typical business-style hotel, which was very comfortable but lacked any character, as most new hotels do.
I enrolled on the course, which started on Monday morning, and surveyed my fellow participants. I noted that I was by far the eldest there, being in my mid-forties. Everybody else was in their late twenties or early thirties. This was going to be fun!
During the first day’s lunch break, I noticed a woman who appeared to be roughly the same age as me, give or take. I didn’t see her at the start of the course, but we clocked each other in the dining area reserved for course participants. Being of similar age, we gravitated towards each other and engaged in small talk. We traded names: Beverley and Lucas.
I discovered she held a similar position to mine but at a food distribution company in Plymouth, where she also lived. She was also staying in the same hotel as me - in fact, we were the only two participants staying there; everybody else could drive in every day, as most were London/M25-based.
At the end of the first day, I suggested we might have a couple of drinks at the hotel bar. She agreed, but extended that to having dinner. Why not? We were both stuck in the same place for four nights, so a bit of company would be very welcome.
We left for the hotel, and after fifteen minutes or so to freshen up, we met at the bar for pre-dinner drinks. We had dinner at the hotel restaurant, pretty standard food, and then retired to the lounge where we continued our conversation along with a few drinks. As the evening went on, we found out more about each other. She was a very attractive brunette, married, two kids, mortgage, the whole nine yards. This was almost a facsimile of my own life, which I guess isn’t that surprising.
Our conversation started to get more personal, revealing more than we had planned to, both commenting on our boring and virtually non-existent sex lives, and we were both a little buzzed from the alcohol we had been drinking. I keep myself in pretty good shape, and we started to subconsciously eye each other up. This wasn’t planned, but just naturally developed. I began to think improper thoughts, and I suspected she was as well. I decided to go for it and see what happened.
I said, “Beverley, are we thinking the same thing here? Are we on the same hymn sheet?”
She responded, “God, I hope so,” and then, looking at me with lusty eyes, added in a sultry voice, “Otherwise I’m going to have to change my panties.” You couldn’t wipe the smiles from our faces. She got up to leave, saying, “Give me fifteen minutes. I’m in room 516.”
After ten minutes, I got up and headed towards her room, first detouring to the gents to buy a pack of three from the ubiquitous vending machine.
I knocked on Beverley’s door, and she let me in. She was wearing the hotel-supplied terry robe, and I suspect not much else. We embraced, and our lips mashed together, doing a tongue duel. We separated, and she said, “We both know this is wrong, so this is your chance to bail with no hard feelings.”
I said, “I don’t have any hard feelings, but I do have something else that is very hard.” She smiled at that, and I went on, “However, we must agree that what happens in Uxbridge stays in Uxbridge.”
"Agreed," she said. She stood back from me and slowly removed her robe.
My jaw was heading south, and as I thought, she had nothing else on apart from long, hold-up black stockings. Her tits were full, with puffed areola and long nipples, and hardly sagged considering she was in her forties and had given birth twice. Her alabaster skin contrasted beautifully with her black stockings and dark brown hair. She had a gorgeous figure, and she was shaved. Sweet Jesus, she was stunning!
My pants were tenting, which she noticed and smirked. She said, “I think you are overdressed.” I undressed to my boxers, and was about to pull them down when she said, “Allow me.” She pulled them down, and my seven-inch cock sprang out, which made her eyes go wider, causing her to draw a short breath. “Oh my!” she said, then grabbed the shaft and enveloped the head in her luscious lips.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed. Her oral skills were phenomenal, and I struggled not to explode in her mouth. There was only one place where I wanted to plant my seed, which she picked up on, and drew her lips from my excited cock.
She said, huskily, “Lucas, lick me!” I pushed her onto her back on the queen bed and pushed her legs up, giving me access. I moved up, or rather down, to pussy, which had opened up like a blooming flower. Beverley’s pussy was glistening pink, with velvety folds, and her scent of arousal drew me like a bee to honey.
I gently prised her legs apart and gave her a long lick from her perineum to her clit. I loved her taste, and she gasped in pleasure, which spurred me on. I used to love bringing my wife to climax while eating her out, and I was gratified to learn that I still had those skills. As I continued licking her vagina, thrusting my tongue into her hole, and then using the tip of my tongue to tease around her clit, the pleasure Beverley was feeling intensified.
“OH G-O-D,” she exclaimed. "That feels soo good!” Beverley was adding to her enjoyment by massaging her tits and tweaking her nipples, something I was kind of hoping to do, but she beat me to it. Her pussy was leaking love juice, and I lapped it up. Fuck, this was so erotic, and my cock was rock hard! I wanted her to lose control, so I started to fuck her with two fingers in her cunt, and used my thumb to probe her starfish. At the same time, my tongue went in for the kill on her clit.
She howled.
She shook uncontrollably.
She squirted.
Once her orgasm slowly subsided, I raised my very wet face with a look of satisfaction on it. She saw me and said, “You bastard! I haven’t cum like that in, well, I can’t remember when.” I crawled up to her and kissed her, giving her a taste of her own pussy, and she was practically purring. We lay like that for a while, and then she raised her head and said, “I’m ready for the main event.”
She positioned me so that my back was resting on the bed headboard, which was thankfully padded, and my legs stretched out along the mattress, with my cock masquerading as a flagpole. I had the presence of mind to keep the condoms within easy reach, and she tore one open and slowly rolled it down my shaft, and gently cradled my balls. Then she straddled me, with her legs either side of mine, positioned my cock to her entrance, and slowly sank down. This was a very intimate position, because we were able to embrace, kiss, and fuck. My hands went around her arse cheeks, and between us created a rhythm of her cunt rising and falling on my cock. This felt so good, and we both started to pant with growing pleasure.
What she then did surprised me. She pulled off my cock and said, “Fuck this, I want you raw, flesh on flesh, and I want to feel your spunk blasting into me.” And with that, she pulled off the condom.
At her age, she was unlikely to get pregnant, but I quashed any concerns on her part when I said, “Well, you won’t get knocked up by me, as I had the snip years ago.” Her eyes lit up, and, grabbing my cock, impaled herself on it. Feeling her warm, wet cunt envelop my hard cock was utter bliss, and we resumed our fucking, feeding the desperate need in both of us.
“Lucas, I…I’m gonna cum again." She screamed, “OH FUUCK!” Her pussy spasmed around my cock, milking me, and I roared, blasting rope after rope into her cunt. I wondered if we could be heard in the next-door room. I’ve been in that situation before, and hearing a woman ecstatically scream as she comes is very erotic, which inevitably leads to a solo fuck. As the lost drops left the tip of my cock onto her cervix, I held her there, not ever wanting to come out. We held each other and basked in the afterglow.
Like gravity, the inevitable happened, and my soft cock was expelled from Beverley’s pussy. This was followed by a mixture of our juices, which I love to see. I jokingly said, “Sorry, Beverley, looks like you have the wet patch, as this is your room.”
She said, “Have you not noticed that there is a second bed here? I think a generous tip to the maids might be in order."
“I’ll contribute to the tip.”
“Tell you what, I’ll pay, you pay tomorrow.”
“There’s a tomorrow?”
“Yes,” she responded, “and hopefully Wednesday and Thursday."
You couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face.
Tuesday
After the course, we had dinner again, along with a few drinks. This time, Beverley confessed a few kinks to me.
Back in the hotel room, she said, “I want it doggy style tonight. I also want to be treated like a whore, like your fucktoy. I want you to talk dirty and used for pleasure. I want to be a cheating slut.”
Well, I was game for that. She undressed and lay on the bed with her head on the mattress, arse raised up, legs open, showing her starfish and wet pussy. She had a fabulous arse, perfect for fucking.
“Spank me,” she said. “I’ve been a cheating bitch, so I need punishing.” I was naked at this point, with my cock ramrod ready for action. I whacked her left cheek, and then her right cheek. “Harder!” she said. I spanked her harder six times on each cheek, which turned them bright red. I also saw that the entrance to her vagina had opened up and was leaking nectar. She was so turned on. “Fuck me now and talk dirty!”
I positioned myself behind her and thrust my cock into her waiting cunt. “You’re a dirty cheating bitch!”
“Yes, I am! Fuck me harder!” she screamed.
I grabbed her arse cheeks and rammed in and out of her cunt. “This pussy belongs to me! You’re just a slut that craves cock!”
“Yes! Yes, I am. I want your cock in my cheating slutty cunt!” she wailed.
“I’m gonna whitewash your pussy with my spunk!”
“Yes, do it! Fill me up. I’m just a whore to fuck!”
Beverley’s climax hit her like a freight train. “AAAHHHH….YEEESSSSS!!!” she shuddered, gripping my cock like a vice. I exploded in her cunt, spurting streams of cum onto her cervix. I withdrew and saw a pussy fart expelling our combined juices onto the bed, before collapsing in a mess of limbs.
Beverley said, “Wow, that was intense. Thank you for a raw, primal fucking. The dirty talk just made me cum that much harder – it was so good.”
“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine,” I responded. “I love your kinks, very hot!”
The maids' tips are going to be expensive.
Wednesday
At dinner, I said, “Did you notice the looks we got today, particularly from the female participants?”
“How so?” Beverley responded.
“Well, you look more…radiant, relaxed, happy? I think they’ve worked out we’re fucking.”
“Ah, they’re just jealous. They probably wish they were getting the same reaming.”
I smiled and asked, “What’s your favour for tonight, ma'am?”
“Ooh, I think a good lashing from that silver tongue of yours is in order," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
Later in the hotel room, I granted Beverley her wish. I teased her mercilessly until she pleaded for release, and then I sucked on her clit while finger fucking her. She screamed in ecstasy with her legs shaking before lying back on the bed, totally sated and happy. There was a fair amount of pussy juice in evidence, on my face and on the bed. I was delighted to bring her to orgasm in that manner.
When she had recovered, she said, “Please fuck me now, but don’t cum in my pussy. When you’re about to cum, withdraw and let me wank you. I want you to shoot your load over my tits!”
Her pussy was divine as I fucked her, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I panted and said, “I’m about to cum,” and withdrew. I shuffled up, and she grabbed my cock and stroked it while gently cradling my balls. As I shot ropes of warm cum over her tits, she sighed, then started to pant.
She said, “Massage my tits and smear your cum over my nipples.” I did this, and she mewled as I gently rubbed her hardening nipples with my cum. She lay her head back with eyes closed, and moaned. I then started to suck each nipple in turn, and that enhanced her pleasure. Wanting to make her cum again, my right hand found its way to her pussy, and rubbed her very wet lips before my finger sought her clit. The combination of my tit sucking and clit rubbing brought Beverley to another orgasm. This time she was spent, but well satisfied.
For some reason, I again thought about the tips that would have to be left to the maids.
Thursday
This was turning into a daily fuckfest, which was unplanned, unexpected, and very, very hot.
After dinner, we found ourselves in Beverley’s room again, and I wrongly anticipated what might be coming when she said, “I’m giving my pussy a rest tonight,” and then added as she saw my dropped face, smiled and said, “I would like you to fuck my arse instead.” She then revealed a tube of lube, saying, “I got this at the chemist across the road before dinner.”
I couldn’t quite believe my luck. In twenty-odd years of marriage, I’ve maybe fucked my wife’s arse twice, the last time being years ago, as she simply doesn’t like it. This was going to be a real treat! “God, Beverley, you know how to please a man!”
“Yes, we used to do this in our early days, but our sex life is pretty dormant these days, although I see myself as like a dormant volcano, waiting to blow.”
We both shed our clothing and lay on the bed, kissing and gently masturbating each other to create the right mood level and heightened sexual tension. This was Beverley’s show, so I was going to be led by her.
After a short while, she said, “OK, I’m ready now.” With that, she slathered my cock with lube, applied it to her anus, and got into a doggy position with her arse sticking up in the air. “Go slow, and listen to what I say.”
I got behind her and positioned my cockhead at her starfish. There was a fair bit of resistance as I pushed, but then I breached her sphincter and stopped. She told me to push further in, which I did slowly. Beverley’s back passage was incredibly tight and warm, and felt amazing. She motioned me to go in further, and I went to the base of my cock. She told me to start fucking slowly and apply more lube. As I withdrew, I slathered my shaft with lube before pushing back in. We now had a slow rhythm going, and Beverley started to moan in pleasure. She used her fingers to rub her clit, and I was thrusting in and out of her at a faster rate. This felt fantastic, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but Beverley was also close to cresting as well.
We both came at pretty much the same time, with me roaring as I pumped rope after rope into her arse, and she screamed in pleasure as her orgasm consumed her body. I held onto her arse cheeks, wishing we could stay like this, but my softened cock plopped out, followed by copious amounts of cum. We collapsed on the bed and just lay there with our spent but satisfied bodies.
My turn to pay the maid’s tips.
Friday
This was the last day of the course, and it finished at lunchtime to allow long-distance participants to make their way home, which is quite common. Beverley and I sat at the same table in the dining area, with the other participants giving us a bit of space as they had guessed correctly what our nocturnal activities were.
I was really sorry this week was coming to an end, and truth be told, I may have been falling for Beverley, and that is dangerous territory.
I said to her, “I’m going to miss you, and not just for the fantastic time we’ve had in your room.”
She said, “Yes, I will miss you too. However, I was wondering if you fancy ‘one for the road’, so to speak?”
“One for the road?”
“Yes, I paid for a late checkout at the hotel.”
This woman was dynamite. We said our goodbyes to everybody else and made our way to her hotel room.
She said, “You know, the one thing we haven’t done is good old-fashioned missionary. Let’s have a lazy fuck before hitting the road.”
Once naked, Beverley lay on the bed, legs open, and beckoned me over. I shuffled up and supported my weight with my elbows. She positioned my hard as rock cock at her very wet entrance and said, “Go for it, tiger!”
I pushed in, and we both gasped in pleasure. Her tits were pressing against my chest, and I kissed her while drilling in and out of her cunt. She then put her legs over my shoulders, which allowed me deeper access as I pounded her. We both worked up to a frenzy, when she yelled, “FUUUCCK!” as her cunt spasmed around my cock, which set me off, spurting ropes of cum inside her.
“That was sensational, Beverley! Wow, you really are a very sexy woman who gives pleasure and takes what she wants. That’s very liberating.”
“You too, Lucas. I haven’t had such a fabulous week of debauchery for years, probably a decade or more. Thanks for giving me such a good time.”
We decided to shower together, not wanting to smell of sex when we got back to our respective homes. I massaged Beverley’s tits with soap suds, as well as her butt cheeks and pussy. She, in turn, paid close attention to my cock, balls, and arse. We were tongue duelling, got quite worked up, and nearly went for it again, but decided that wasn’t a good idea. Shame though.
We got dressed and made our way to the hotel's underground car park. We embraced and held each other for what seemed an eternity before we separated. Beverley had tears in her eyes, and I was pretty choked up. We knew what we did was wrong. We had cheated multiple times on our partners and would have to live with that guilt. But damn, that was a week I was never going to forget.
We got into our cars and drove our separate ways. It amused me to think Beverley was driving back to her husband with the remnants of another man’s cum in her pussy!
Bugger! I never paid my share of today’s maid’s tips!
