I am in my mid-60s and travel often for my job. I was currently nearing the end of the first week of a two-week trip, having arrived on Sunday.

***Thursday Late Afternoon***

I returned to the hotel from my customer’s site just before 4:00 PM. I had worked through lunch, so I was hungry. I dropped my computer off in my room, quickly washed up, and headed out to the car to find a restaurant.

As I exited the elevator and entered the lobby, I noticed a young lady—maybe in her mid-to-late 20s—in what appeared to be a somewhat heated discussion with the male desk clerk. Somewhat intrigued, I sat down in a nearby chair within earshot and pretended to be checking my phone.

"My husband made the room reservation," the young lady said.

After a quick check of the reservation system, the desk clerk replied, "Yes, there was a reservation, but it was canceled a couple of hours ago."

"Since it was just canceled, shouldn't it be able to be reactivated?" she asked.

"Unfortunately, the hotel is sold out for the weekend and there is a waiting list," the clerk explained. "The room was quickly re-booked for someone at the front of that list."

Starting to cry, she said, "I have been traveling all day and I am so tired. I need a shower. I cannot get a flight home until Monday. I need the room until then; otherwise, I have nowhere to stay."

"I will check other properties near here to see if there are any rooms available," the desk clerk offered, "but I believe they will also be sold out."

At this point, I got up and approached the desk. I introduced myself to the young lady.

"I am Joan," she said.

"Joan, sorry for eavesdropping," I said. "I am about to head out to get some dinner. Would you like to join me while this young man works on trying to find you a room?"

After a short pause, Joan replied, "Sure, why not? I have nowhere else to go. But what about my luggage?"

"We can put it in my room for now, if you like," I suggested.

"OK."

"If you haven't already done so, give the desk clerk your cell phone number so he can reach you if he finds an available room," I added.

Joan gave the agent her cell number, and I took her luggage as we headed to my room. I set Joan’s bag just inside the door. She then asked if she could quickly use my bathroom to freshen up her makeup, to which I said, "Of course."

She opened her bag and grabbed what I assumed was her makeup kit. I sat on the couch and waited for her. When she stepped out, I smiled. "You look nice!"

Looking around the room, Joan smiled back. "Thank you! Wow, this is a nice, large room."

"Yes, it’s a mini suite," I explained. "As you can see, it has a separate bedroom area, a small living room, and a kitchenette—which I don't really use."

We then headed to my car and left for the restaurant. The place we chose wasn't busy, so we were able to be seated fairly quickly. We ordered our drinks, looked over the menus, and gave the waiter our selections.

"So, Joan, how did you end up without a hotel room?" I asked.

"I was supposed to meet my husband here for the weekend," Joan explained. "He was coming here as part of a chain of business trips and was supposed to arrive before me. After landing, I turned my cell phone on. It immediately beeped with a text from him. The message indicated his work had a last-minute change to his trip plans—a customer in another city desperately needed his help."

She took a sip of her drink and continued. "My husband realized that I would probably read the message after I had already arrived. Since the hotel room and the rental car were arranged by his company, they were both canceled earlier today. He told me to go immediately to the airport ticketing counter after collecting my luggage and get the first flight back home. Well, long story short, the first available flight isn't until Monday. So now I'm here with no room and no car."

"That can be a major problem with business travel," I nodded sympathetically. "The company can cancel trips or outright change plans at any time. For now, let’s not worry about it. I am sure the desk agent will find you a room."

Our food arrived. While we ate, we talked about what we and our respective spouses did for a living, and where we had each grown up. After dinner, I paid for the meals. She protested at first, but I told her that keeping me company was payment enough.

While waiting for the waiter to return with the receipt, I had an idea.

"Hear me out," I said. "I have an idea that can help you. I know we just met, but I feel a bit of a growing friendship between us. As you saw, I have extra beds in my room. If the desk clerk hasn't found a room for you, you are welcome to stay with me until Monday."

"Wow! You would share your room with me?" Joan paused for a short moment. "How would I explain that to my husband?"

"Just tell him a lady you met here offered to share her room," I suggested.

"Let me think about it," Joan said.

The waiter arrived with the receipt. At the car, I opened the passenger door for Joan. She paused for a moment while I held it open.

"If the desk clerk hasn't found a room for me, I think I will take you up on your offer," she said. She then moved close to me, gave me a quick hug, and added, "Thank you. I really appreciate the offer."

We were both quiet during the short ride back to the hotel. Upon arrival, we approached the desk clerk. He did not look happy to see us.

"I am really sorry," the clerk said. "But I was not able to locate a room for you. All our properties are sold out for the next couple of days."

Turning to the clerk, I said, "Can you give me a second key to my room, please? And add Joan to the room reservation through Monday."

"I would need to charge an extra twenty dollars per night," the clerk noted.

"Not a problem, I can cover it," Joan said. “This is Thursday, and I am leaving on Monday, so that is four nights.” Joan hands the desk clerk her ID and $80 to cover the four nights.



***Thursday Evening***

We headed up to the room. As we entered, I grabbed the luggage we had dropped off earlier.

"You can have the bed nearest the window, or we can open up the sleeper sofa," I offered. "It's up to you."

"I think the full bed will be more comfortable," Joan replied.

I placed her luggage on that bed. She gave me another hug—this time not as quick—and once again thanked me.

"OK," Joan said. "I need a shower, bad."

"This room is yours as well as mine," I replied. "You don't need to ask to use the bathroom."

After a couple of minutes, Joan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, though I could see a hint of her panties underneath it.

"I forgot to grab some of my clothes and sleepwear," Joan said, "since we will probably want to be going to bed soon, especially after my long day."

I watched as she opened her luggage and began to retrieve some clothing. All of a sudden, the towel slipped off, giving me a side view of her naked top half and her small, perky breasts. Turning bright red, she quickly grabbed the towel, re-covered herself, and retreated to the bathroom. I couldn't help but watch her panty-clad bottom as she hurried away.

I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Soon, I heard the shower start. After a little while, she joined me back on the couch, now wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"I assume those are your pajamas?" I asked.

"Yes," Joan sighed. "I am so embarrassed!"

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," I reassured her. "Those make good pajamas. They cover your cute body nicely."

"Thank you for noticing and for the compliment," Joan said softly. "And about the towel slipping off... sorry. Only my husband has ever seen me naked."

"Again, nothing to be embarrassed about. I didn't see much. The part I did see just showed what a beautiful young lady you are."

Joan scooted next to me and gave me a big hug.

"Thanks for the great hug," I said.

She blushed slightly. "I am a hugger, but unfortunately, my husband is not."

"I would never reject a hug," I replied, "particularly from a beautiful young gal."

With a slight hesitation in her voice, “Being a married woman, I do feel a little bit of guilt being here with you.  I know I am the one instigating the hugs.  Maybe you are interpreting that as flirting ?  Maybe it is a little; but, it is no more than that.  As I have said, my husband has been ignoring me some lately.  If we can keep it at that, I think we can continue to enjoy each other’s company,"

“That said, is it OK if I stay close to you and cuddle a little while we watch TV?"

"Sure. I do not see a problem with that.  I will take it for no more than just two friends enjoying each other’s company."

She moved over right next to me, her right hip resting against my left hip. I placed my right hand on her leg and gave it a slight squeeze. She responded with a quick smile.

After channel surfing for about an hour, it was 9:00 PM. I told her that I should get ready for bed, as I needed to be at my customer’s office by 7:30 AM.

"By the way, just a warning," I said. "I sleep in just my underwear and a t-shirt."
"Thanks for telling me," Joan smiled.

I went into the bathroom to get ready. When I came out, Joan was already in her bed under the covers. I quickly stripped off my pants and shirt and got into my own bed, covering myself with a sheet.

About an hour later, Joan quietly asked if I was still awake. I told her I was.

"Every time the AC starts, I get really cold because the unit is right by my bed," Joan said. "Would it be OK if I got in bed with you so I can stay warm? We can cuddle up."

"How could I say no to that? Come on over."

I pulled the sheet back for her, and she climbed into bed with me. I lay on my back, and she snuggled into my side, resting her head on my chest. About half an hour later, she turned to face away from me but remained cuddled tightly against me.

***Friday Morning***

My alarm went off at 6:00 AM. I told Joan I had to get up and get ready for work, mentioning that I should be back by 5:00 PM. I told her to enjoy her day. I got cleaned up, dressed, caught a quick breakfast downstairs in the lobby, and headed out.

***Friday Late Afternoon***

I arrived back at the hotel just before 5:00 PM and went straight to the room. Just after closing the door, I noticed Joan standing in the living room area wearing a somewhat short, very pretty dress. She approached me, whispered, "Welcome back," and gave me a wonderful hug.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Don’t get me wrong—as I said yesterday, I always enjoy a hug from a pretty lady. But what did I do to deserve it?"

"For being such a gentleman," Joan replied. "I was a little apprehensive about getting into bed with you last night, particularly after the innocent towel slippage. But you were a very nice guy and didn't try to take advantage of it in any way. You just kept me warm."

"I would never do anything a pretty lady didn't want me to do," I said.

"Thank you."

"By the way, you look very pretty," I complimented her. "People are going to be envious seeing me with such a lovely lady. Ready to go get some dinner?"

"Absolutely!"

"BBQ or Italian?" I asked.

"Italian sounds good!"

We headed to my car and drove to the restaurant. On the way, I asked Joan what she had done with her day.

"I talked briefly to my husband and then did some shopping," Joan said.

"Did you buy anything, or just have a good time browsing?"

"I bought a new outfit or two," Joan said, pausing slightly. "I'm wearing one of them for you."

"Very nice. I am honored."

We arrived at the restaurant. It wasn't very busy yet, so we were seated quickly. After ordering, Joan asked me to tell her a little more about myself.

"Well, let’s see," I began. "We discussed jobs yesterday, and you told me you are twenty-eight."

"How long have you been married?" Joan asked.

"Forty years, all to the same woman. How about you?"

"Married four years. Do you have kids?"

"Six. All grown and out of the house. Do you have any kids?"

"No," Joan replied.

"If I am being too personal, just tell me," I said, "but do you want kids?"

"You're OK. Yes, I want kids," she said after a short pause. "Badly."

"Is there a reason you don't have them yet?"

"My husband always seems to have an excuse when I bring it up," Joan sighed. "When we're active, he always insists we use protection."

"You have to seduce him," I suggested. "Get him so excited that he is overpowered with lust and he just acts without thinking about birth control."

"And how would I do that?" Joan asked.

"At the right time of the month, wear a very sexy outfit. Give him lots of teasing, kisses, and touches. Maybe watch some adult videos. Then literally jump on him. You are a very pretty, sexy gal, so I don't understand how he could resist. If I were your husband, I would be all over you."

"Thank you," Joan said softly. "I have never watched porn. As far as I know, my husband hasn't either."

At this point, our food arrived, and we shifted to idle chit-chat while we ate. Once again, as we got back into the car to return to the hotel, Joan gave me a long hug and thanked me.



***Friday Early Evening***

Back in the room after dinner, I decided to catch up on a Netflix series on my iPad. She asked what it was about and if she could watch it with me, sitting very close to me just like the night before.

As the episode played, the couples were beginning to propose and meet in person for the first time. One of the new couples embraced for a pair of soft kisses.

"I wish my hubby would still kiss me like that," Joan whispered.

"Sheesh, what is wrong with him?" I muttered.

I put my right hand on her cheek and pulled her slowly toward me. I gave her a soft kiss on her right cheek, then another on the side of her neck. Meeting no resistance, I kissed her gently on the lips.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"We are both married, we should not be doing this," Joan murmured. "But don't stop. There can't be any harm in a little kissing. I haven't kissed anyone like this other than my husband, and like I said, it's been a while."

I continued kissing her, deepening the kiss. She didn't resist, occasionally offering a quiet moan of approval. I placed my hand on her leg just below the hem of her dress, giving it slow, rubbing squeezes. At first, she didn't object, but after about ten minutes, she pulled away.

"I am a married woman," she said. "Maybe we should stop."

"No problem," I answered smoothly. "As I said, I would never do something you don't want me to do."



***Friday Late Evening***

Since it was Friday night, we didn't rush to end the evening. We continued to cuddle while watching a couple more episodes. Finally, around 9:30 PM, we got ready for bed. I finished in the bathroom first, and Joan went in after me.

When she came out, she was wearing a t-shirt and panties, leaving her shorts off. She caught me looking and smiled. "If you can sleep in your underwear, so can I."

She grabbed my iPad and joined me in bed.

"If you remember at dinner, I told you I had never watched porn," Joan said. "Well, you have me curious. Can you show me some?"

"OK. What type would you like to watch?"

“What types are there?  What do you like to watch?"

I explained that there was a large variety—couples, husbands and wives, people cheating on their significant others, and so on.  “Some time ago, I discovered a 'pregnancy risk' niche." I admitted. "This usually involves a married woman cheating and being seduced into having unprotected sex.  Sometimes the woman purposely goes out with the intent of finding someone to impregnate her.”

"Interesting, show me."

I do a quick search and find a video. The woman in the video explained that her husband was out of town a lot, and she was lonely. Soon, the man began to kiss and seduce her, and before long, they were both naked. During the scene, she told him she wasn't on the pill and was likely fertile.  He promised to pull out, but in the end, he didn't.

Joan clearly enjoyed the video. Before starting the next one, I had Joan sit between my legs with her back to my chest.  This made it easier to share the screen. As we watched, I began to kiss her neck, eventually turning her head to kiss her lips. I brought my hands up over her shirt, rubbing and squeezing her breasts.

She put her hands over mine and whispered, "Only my husband has ever touched me like that."

I asked if she wanted me to stop, but she simply pulled my hands tighter against her breasts. After a couple of minutes, I slipped my hands under her shirt to play with her bare skin.

"Can I remove your shirt?" I whispered.

"I keep reminding myself that I am a married woman, we shouldn't be doing this," Joan breathed, "but I do like your touch."

She leaned forward, took off her t-shirt, and I removed mine. After about ten minutes of kissing and touching, Joan suggested we should stop for the night, though she agreed we could sleep with our tops off.



***Saturday Morning***

We slept in and finally got up around 9:00 AM. I suggested we go out for breakfast. When we got back, I asked if she had brought a bathing suit on the trip.

"Yes, why?" Joan asked.

"I thought maybe we could go down to the pool for a swim."

"Sure, why not?"

"Get your suit on," I said. "You can use the bathroom to change, and I'll change out here."

Joan retrieved her suit from her suitcase, purposely keeping it hidden from view, and went into the bathroom. When she stepped out, she was wearing a sexy bikini.

"Wow! Very nice!" I said.

She put on a cover-up for the walk down to the pool. Once there, we relaxed in the water, and I swam a few laps.

"You're a good swimmer," Joan noted.

"I've been swimming most of my life," I replied. "I was even a lifeguard at a local pool for one summer."

"Did you ever have to save anyone?"

"No," I said. "But if I had, would you like me to show you how I would get a person to the side of the pool?"

"Sure."

"Get in front of me, facing me," I instructed. "Put your hands on my shoulders and lay back. Open your legs and put them straight past my sides."

I pushed off and did a slow, modified stroke with her leaning back against me. The position gave me a clear view of her bikini-clad pelvic area. Seeing no hair, I assumed she shaved. By the time we finished, it was getting close to noon.



***Saturday Afternoon***

Once back in the room, we stayed in our swimsuits and drank some water.

"I think we both need a shower to get the chlorine off," I suggested. "How about we take one together since we're already in our suits? I'll wash your hair and any other part of your body you'll let me."

"OK," Joan agreed, "but our suits stay on."

We went into the bathroom, and I started the water, adjusting it to a warm temperature. I held the curtain for Joan as she stepped in, and I followed. Having her face me, I massaged the water into her scalp, applied shampoo, and lathered her hair.

"That feels really good," Joan murmured. "My husband has never done this with me."

I moved close and kissed her, and she leaned into it. I continued mixing kisses in while washing her hair. After rinsing the shampoo, I applied conditioner. Once that was done, I had her face the water while I lathered my hands with soap to wash her shoulders, arms, and back.

Deciding to be a little brave, I moved my soapy hands to her backside. She gave a quick, surprised "Oh!" but didn't stop me. Since her bikini bottoms were quite skimpy, I had easy access. I ran my hands over her skin with slight pressure, drawing a couple of quiet moans from her. I moved my hands down her thighs and legs, then had her turn to rinse off.

With her facing me again, I applied a fresh lather of soap to her chest, staying above her breasts.

"Since I saw your beautiful top half yesterday, do you think it's OK if I remove your bikini top to wash your breasts?" I asked.

After a slight pause, she whispered, "OK."

I untied her top and removed it, giving her breasts a nice massage and paying attention to her nipples. After a few moans, I pulled her close for a long, deep kiss, which she returned completely. Afterward, she washed my hair and body in a simple, non-sexy way, and we dried off, dressed, and went out for a light dinner.



***Saturday Evening***

Upon returning to the room, Joan asked if we could watch some more adult videos. She told me to get on the bed while she grabbed the iPad. She took a pillow, propped it against me, and sat between my legs, leaning back.

"How about more pregnancy risk videos?" Joan asked.

"OK," I replied, entering the search parameters.

During the second video, I began to play with her breasts again, and she didn't stop me. Near the end of the clip, Joan began to squirm a little. Sensing her excitement, I put the iPad aside and laid her on her back, kissing her breasts and nipples.

"If you've only let your husband touch you like this," I whispered, placing my hand over her panties, "then I expect you've only let him do this?"

Joan gave a long moan. "You have me very wet."

I kissed her lips and slipped my hand inside her underwear, feeling her dampness. She didn't protest. I kissed my way down her body and removed her panties, which she willingly lifted her hips to allow. Through a combination of kissing, caressing, and using my fingers, I brought her to multiple intense orgasms.

As she came down from her last climax, I pulled off my underwear and moved over her. Her legs remained open, so I placed myself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," Joan whispered. "I have only ever been with my husband... but it feels so good. Do you have a condom?"

"No," I replied.

"I am not on birth control," Joan panted. "You are the first man to be inside me without a condom."

"When was your last period?" I asked.

"Last week. I am most likely fertile right now. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," Joan breathed. "But please pull out before you climax. I don't know how I would explain it to my husband if I were to become pregnant."

I placed a pillow under her bottom, pushing deep inside her, pulling out almost entirely, and repeating the rhythm.

"Oh! I think you're hitting my G-spot," Joan cried. "Don't stop! I am close to climaxing again."

After a couple of minutes, I felt myself reaching the edge. "I am close, too. I should pull out."

"Not yet," she panted, her voice tight with pleasure. "I am so close."

"I'm too close, Joan."

"I can't believe I'm going to say this," Joan gasped. "Cum inside me! Knock me up!"

With that, I pushed hard into her and let loose.

"Oh, I have never felt anything like that," Joan whispered, her muscles contracting tightly around me as she reached another climax. "I can feel you shooting into me."

I collapsed gently on top of her, catching my breath.

After a few quiet moments, Joan looked up at me. "How will I explain it to my husband if I am pregnant now?"

"Well, one of a couple of ways," I replied. "You can seduce him the way we talked about earlier, or you take a small pin and poke holes through his supply of condoms. When he next uses one—hopefully this week when you get home—you can show him it leaked and tell him he must have gotten you pregnant."

I smiled down at her. "You are still with me here until Monday. I would love to do this again to make sure you go home expecting."

We continued to enjoy each other's company over the next two days. On Monday, I dropped her off at the airport.

A couple of months later, I received a text message from Joan that read, "Guess his condoms leaked," accompanied by a picture of her sporting a small, unmistakable baby bump. That was the last I ever heard from her.