Monday

Back in the early noughties, I was a senior IT project manager for a food distribution company based in Plymouth. The role regularly saw me dispatched on training courses run by software vendors and computer companies. On this particular occasion, I was booked onto a five-day course in Uxbridge, west London, which meant spending the week in one of those anonymous business hotels—spotlessly clean, perfectly comfortable, and utterly devoid of personality.

The course began on the Monday morning. As I looked around the room, one thing became immediately obvious: at forty-something, I was comfortably the oldest person there. Everyone else seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties. I had a feeling this was going to be an interesting week.

At lunchtime, however, I spotted a man who looked to be around my own age. I hadn't noticed him during the morning session, but we caught each other's eye in the dining area set aside for the delegates. Perhaps it was instinct, or simply the comfort of seeing another face with a few miles on the clock, but we naturally drifted together and struck up a conversation.

Introductions were made. His name was Lucas; I was Beverley.

It turned out we had more in common than just our age. Lucas was a senior project manager for a building company based in York, where he also lived. Better still, he was staying at the same hotel as me. In fact, we were the only two delegates who needed accommodation; everyone else lived within commuting distance of London and drove home each evening.

When the course finished for the day, Lucas suggested we meet for a drink in the hotel bar. I readily agreed and proposed we have dinner there as well. It seemed the obvious thing to do. We were both marooned in the same hotel for the next four nights, and a little company would make the evenings pass far more pleasantly.

After a quick stop in our rooms to freshen up, we met in the bar for a pre-dinner drink before moving into the restaurant. The meal was perfectly acceptable—exactly what you'd expect from a business hotel: competent, forgettable, and served with efficient politeness. Afterwards, we settled into the lounge, where the conversation continued over a steadily growing number of drinks.

As the evening wore on, we began filling in the details of each other's lives. Lucas was an attractive man who clearly took care of himself. He was married with two children, a mortgage, and all the familiar responsibilities that came with middle age. In many ways, his life was a mirror image of my own, which, when you think about it, probably wasn't all that remarkable. Perhaps that's why we slipped so easily into each other's company. 

The drinks continued to flow, and our conversation drifted into increasingly personal territory. Barriers that had seemed firmly in place only a few hours earlier quietly dissolved. We found ourselves confessing things we hadn't intended to share, including the disappointing reality of our respective marriages. Passion, it seemed, had long since given way to routine, and neither of us could remember the last time we'd felt genuinely desired.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was simply the relief of finding someone who understood. Whatever the reason, we began looking at one another differently.

I like to think I'd aged well. I still took pride in my appearance, and judging by the way Lucas's eyes lingered whenever he thought I wasn't looking, he seemed to agree. Before long, I realised I was studying him just as openly. He was an attractive man—confident without being arrogant, with the quiet self-assurance that comes with experience. The attraction hadn't been planned. It had simply grown between us, almost unnoticed, until it became impossible to ignore.

A delicious warmth spread through me as desire began to replace caution. I could feel the familiar flutter low in my stomach, my body responding long before my conscience had reached a decision. Judging by the expression on Lucas's face, he was wrestling with the same thoughts.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"Beverley... are we thinking the same thing?"

I held his gaze for a moment before smiling.

"God, I hope so."

Leaning slightly closer, I lowered my voice.

"Otherwise, I'm going to have to change my panties."

His grin widened, matching my own.

Without another word, I stood and picked up my room key.

"Give me fifteen minutes," I said. "Room 516."

Back in my room, I paused in front of the mirror, taking a steadying breath. There was still time to change my mind, but I knew I wasn't going to. I slipped into the hotel robe, cinching it loosely around my waist, and waited.

A gentle knock came precisely fifteen minutes later.

I opened the door.

For a heartbeat we simply looked at each other. Then he stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind him, and we moved together as though neither of us had any choice in the matter. Our first kiss was long and hungry, weeks, months, perhaps years of neglected desire finding an unexpected release in a stranger who no longer felt like one.

When we finally drew apart, I rested my hands against his chest.

"We both know this crosses a line," I said quietly. "So, this is your last chance to walk away. No hard feelings."

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't have any hard feelings," he replied. "But something else is very hard."

I laughed, the tension easing instantly.

"But," he continued, "whatever happens in Uxbridge... stays in Uxbridge."

"Agreed."

I stepped back, my fingers loosening the belt of the robe. The fabric slipped from my shoulders and drifted silently to the floor.

Lucas simply stared.

The appreciation in his eyes was impossible to miss, and for the first time in a very long while I felt completely, intoxicatingly desired. The confidence that expression gave me was every bit as thrilling as the anticipation of what might come next.

I noticed a sizeable bulge in his pants, and I smiled. I said, “I think you are overdressed.” He undressed to his boxers and was about to pull them down when I intervened, “Allow me.” I pulled them down, and a beautiful seven-inch cock sprang out, which made my eyes go wider, and I drew a short breath. “Oh my!” I said, then grabbed the shaft and enveloped the head in my full lips. God, this was making me so wet!

“Fuck!” He exclaimed. That pleased me; my oral skills were still intact. I sensed he was trying not to come in my mouth, so I withdrew. I guessed where he wanted to come, and I was very happy to accommodate that.

I said, “Lucas, lick me!” He pushed her onto my back on the queen bed and pushed my legs up, giving him access. He moved up, or rather down, to my pussy, which I could feel opening up like a rose in bloom. I saw the look of lust on Lucas’s face, and knew we were both going to enjoy this.

Lucas gently prised my legs apart and gave me a long lick from my perineum to my clit. His tongue felt wonderful, and I gasped in pleasure, which seemed to spur him on. My husband used to do this many years ago, and I loved it, but I don’t get this treatment any more…until now. Lucas continued licking my vagina, thrusting his tongue into my hole, and teasing me around my clit. The pleasure was divine, and I knew I was going to cum hard.

“OH G-O-D, that feels soo good!” I bellowed, while massaging my tits and nipples. My pussy was leaking love juice, and Lucas lapped it up. He started to fuck me with two fingers in my cunt, and felt his thumb probing my anus. At the same time, his tongue sucked on my clit. That did it!

I screamed in ecstasy.

I started to shake.

I squirted all over his face. Fuck! I haven’t squirted in years!

My orgasm slowly subsided, and he raised his very wet face with a look of satisfaction on it. I said, “You bastard! I haven’t cum like that in, well, I can’t remember when.” He crawled up to me and kissed me, giving me a taste of my own pussy, and I was practically purring and so turned on. God, I wanted his cock inside me! We lay like that for a while, and then I announced, “I’m ready for the main event.”

I wanted to do this cowgirl style with a slight variation. I positioned Lucas so that his back was resting on the bed headboard, which was thankfully padded, and his legs stretched out along the mattress, with his cock sticking straight up. Lucas reached for a condom, which was within easy reach, and I tore it open and slowly rolled it down his shaft, while gently cradling his balls. I then straddled him, with my legs either side of his, positioned his cock at my pussy entrance, and slowly sank down. This was a very intimate position, because we were able to embrace, kiss, and fuck. His hands went around my arse cheeks, and between us created a rhythm of my pussy rising and falling on his cock. This felt so good, and we both started to pant with growing pleasure.

I don’t know what came over me, but I dismounted. I said, “Fuck this, I want you raw, flesh on flesh, and I want to feel your spunk blasting into me.” And with that, I pulled off the condom.

I realised that at my age, I was unlikely to get pregnant, but Lucas quashed any concerns when he said, “Well, you won’t get knocked up by me, as I had the snip years ago.” Oh wow! I grabbed his cock, and impaled myself on it. Feeling his hard warm cock invading my wet cunt was utter bliss, and we resumed our fucking, feeding the desperate need in both of us.

“Lucas, I…I’m gonna cum again.” I screamed, “OH FUUCK!” My cunt spasmed around his cock, my legs gripped his like a vice, and waves of ecstatic pleasure radiated from my pussy through my whole body. Lucas roared and blasted warm rope after warm rope into my cunt, which felt wonderfully intimate. I wondered if we could be heard in the next-door room.  We held each other and basked in the afterglow.

Like gravity, the inevitable happened, and Lucas’s soft cock was expelled from my pussy. This was followed by a mixture of our juices, and he jokingly said, “Sorry, Beverley, looks like you have the wet patch, as this is your room.”

I 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,” I responded, “and hopefully Wednesday and Thursday”.

We both grinned like a pair of horny teenagers.

Tuesday

After the course, we had dinner again, along with a few drinks. This time, I confessed a few kinks to Lucas.

Back in the hotel room, I 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.”

I undressed and lay on the bed with my head on the mattress, legs open and arse sticking up, exposing my very wet pussy. I felt like a cheating whore inviting Lucas’s cock to ravage my cunt, and I loved it.

I said, “Spank me! I’ve been a cheating bitch, so I need punishing.” Lucas whacked my left cheek, and then my right cheek. “Harder!” I said. He spanked me harder six times on each cheek, which stung with a burning sensation. My pussy was now leaking profusely, and I was so turned on. “Fuck me now and talk dirty!”

Lucas positioned himself behind me and thrust his cock into my waiting cunt. “You’re a dirty cheating bitch!”

“Yes, I am! Fuck me harder!” I screamed.

He grabbed my arse cheeks and rammed in and out of my 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!” I wailed.

“I’m gonna whitewash your pussy with my spunk!”

“Yes, do it! Fill me up. I’m just a whore to fuck!” I was delirious with pleasure as his shaft drilled in and out of my wet pussy, my walls feeling the very essence of his hard-veined cock.

My climax hit like a freight train. “AAAHHHH….YEEESSSSS!!!” I shuddered, gripping Lucas’s cock like a vice. I felt him explode in my cunt, spurting streams of cum onto my cervix, which was glorious. He withdrew, and embarrassingly my pussy farted, expelling our combined juices onto the bed, before collapsing in a mess of limbs. I giggled.

I 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”, Lucas responded. “I love your kinks, very hot!”

The maids' tips are going to be expensive.

Wednesday

At dinner, Lucas commented, “Did you notice the looks we got today, particularly from the female participants?”

“How so?” I 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.”

He 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”, I said, smirking. 

Later in the hotel room, Lucas teased me mercilessly with his talented mouth. I was writhing like an eel, chasing his tongue, trying to position it on the right spot, but the bastard knew what he was doing, with my need to cum becoming more desperate. He then started to finger fuck me, and finally sucked on my clit. I went sailing over the edge, legs shaking, wailing like a banshee. That was intense, and he seemed very pleased with himself, the cocky bastard. His face was very wet, and I was so content and sated.

I felt the need to have his warm cum splatter on my tits, so after a while I recovered, and 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 all over my tits!”

Lucas’s cock felt wonderful as it pounded my pussy, and I could tell he was struggling trying not to come. He said, “I’m about to cum,” and withdrew. He shuffled up, and I grabbed his cock and stroked it while gently cradling his balls. He shot ropes of warm cum over my tits and nipples, causing me to sigh and pant.

I said, “Massage my tits and smear your cum over my nipples.” He did this, and I mewled as he gently rubbed my hardening nipples with his cum. That felt so dirty, and I lay my head back with my eyes closed and moaned. He then started to suck each nipple in turn, and that enhanced my pleasure. His right hand found its way to my pussy, and rubbed my very wet lips before his finger sought my clit. The combination of his tit sucking and clit rubbing brought me to another orgasm. This time I 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, I announced to Lucas, “I’m giving my pussy a rest tonight,” and then added as I saw his dropped face, smiled and said, “I would like you to fuck my arse instead.” I then revealed a tube of lube, saying, “I got this at the chemist across the road before dinner.”

I could tell that Lucas was surprised and then delighted. “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. The expectation of what was to come was making me so horny.

After a short while, I said, “OK, I’m ready now.” I slathered Lucas’s cock with lube, which in itself was very erotic, and dolloped a good amount on my arsehole. I got into a doggy position with my arse sticking up in the air. “Go slow, and listen to what I say.”

Lucas got behind me and positioned his cockhead at my rear entrance. There was a fair bit of resistance as he pushed, but then he breached my sphincter and stopped. It felt very tight, and there was only a little pain. I instructed Lucas to push further in, which he did slowly. Lucas’s cock felt full, and I motioned him to go in further until he went to the base of his cock. I told him to start fucking slowly and apply more lube. As he withdrew, he slathered his shaft with lube before pushing back in. We now had a slow rhythm going, and I was starting to enjoy this and moaned in pleasure. My fingers jumped to my clit, which I started rubbing. Lucas was thrusting in and out of me at a faster rate. This felt fantastic, and I knew I was going to climax. By his breathing and grunting, I could tell that Lucas was close to shooting his load.

We both came at pretty much the same time, with Lucas roaring as he pumped rope after rope into my arse, and I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm consumed my body. Lucas held onto my arse, wishing we could stay like this, but his 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.

His 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. Lucas 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 suspected Lucas may be developing feelings for me, and although the same wasn’t true for me, I really liked him, and the sex was fantastic.

He said to me, “I’m going to miss you, and not just for the fantastic time we’ve had in your room.”

I responded, “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.”

We said our goodbyes to everybody else and made our way to my hotel room.

We hadn’t actually had a missionary fuck, so it suggested it, “You know, the one thing we haven’t done is good old-fashioned missionary. Let’s have a lazy fuck before hitting the road.”

I stripped, lay on the bed, legs open, and beckoned Lucas over. He shuffled up and supported his weight with his elbows. I positioned his hard cock at my very wet entrance and said, “Go for it, tiger!”

He pushed in, and we both gasped in pleasure. His chest was pressing against my tits, and he kissed me while drilling in and out of my cunt. I then put my legs over his shoulders, which allowed deeper access as I was being pounded. We both worked up to a frenzy, and I came – hard! I yelled “FUUUCCK!” as my cunt spasmed around his cock, which set him off, spurting ropes of cum inside me.

“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. Lucas massaged my tits with soap suds, as well as my butt cheeks and pussy. I, in turn, paid close attention to his 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. I had tears in my eyes, so maybe I was developing feelings. 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. I was driving back to my husband with another man’s cum in my pussy. That made me think: what if this happens again…?

Bugger! I never got Lucas’s share of today’s maid’s tips!