In the last half hour, Scott was the third man to come up and offer to buy me a drink. If Scott was his true name, he was attractive and didn't smell like he had taken an aftershave bath.

"As long as you don't mind buying a drink for a married woman," I told him. 

"Of course not, we're just talking and having a drink, right?" he asked as I turned around to face my suitor. 

Looking at my wedding ring, Scott smiled. "Are you really married? Or is the ring to keep guys away?"

"Would it matter?" I countered with a smile of my own, right before Scott waved the barkeep over to get me that drink.

"No ring for you, Scott?" I asked as I winked at him.

"Uh, well, I…" he stuttered. "It's in my room," he admitted.

"That's okay; like you said, we're just having a drink, right?" I told him as I laughed. "Do you always approach married women when you're traveling?"

"Well," he started, obviously nervous, "I've never had much luck with the ladies, and I was on my way to my room when I saw you."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I told him honestly.

Scott smiled at me sideways, unsure of what to say. "I apologize; I'm not used to a woman accepting a drink. To be honest, I never intended to cheat on my wife."

"You haven't cheated yet." I winked. "I was about to go to my room," I told him. "Would you like to enjoy our drinks together?" I asked as my foot brushed his leg.

He was astonished. "Are you serious?"

Leaning over, I told him, "I was needing to take care of myself, but I'd rather have a man's touch." At about that time, our drinks arrived. I picked mine up and walked away. Looking back, I saw Scott was sitting at the bar with a bewildered look on his face.

"Are you coming? You can just watch if you prefer."

Scott shot from his stool and joined me. On the elevator ride, we didn't talk. I thought it was cute how nervous he was and let him stew for the whole thirty floors to my suite.

When we entered the room, he moved like a lion in a cage, casually yet deliberately searching for anything that might be hidden, perhaps his wife or my husband?

"Let's take the drinks on the balcony," I suggested as I walked onto the deck overlooking the city.

"Nervous?" I asked as I turned to him, pressing my semi-ample breasts against his chest. 

"I was being honest when I said I've never cheated on my wife before, so yes, I suppose I am feeling nervous," he admitted.

My lips went to his, tasting the alcohol on his tongue. "You can still back out," I told him as my hand went to the front of his pants, feeling a more than ample bulge. He sucked in some air as his zipper lowered and my hand reached for his belt.

He watched as I pulled his shorts and pants down, allowing his erect cock to hit me across the face as it was released. "Fuck," he whispered as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and engulfed him into my mouth. Scott grabbed the closest chair as he felt my tongue start working on his cock.

I pulled off for just a moment. "I bet you have a large load for me, Scott. I don't want you popping too quickly when you fuck me, so I want your first load down my throat."

"So good," Scott said as I sucked him with a frenzy. It took under two minutes before his whole body tensed. "I'm going to…Fuck!" So much cum was released from his balls that I thought it was going to overflow from the tight seal of my lips.

He jerked several times before I finally pulled off of his cock and swallowed.

"Mmm, that was a big one," I told him as I stood and walked into the room. After pulling his pants up, Scott followed me. He started to buckle his belt when I told him, "You're not done yet, mister. Do you think I'm going to let you leave before you take care of me?"

Scott stopped as he saw my dress fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked.

"You're gorgeous."

Kissing, I led him to the bed so I could straddle his hips. Wasting no time, I grabbed his cock, swiped it through my labia, and sat down, enveloping his cock with the sheath of my drenched pussy. "Fuck, I needed this," I told him as I closed my eyes and rode his cock until my first orgasm hit.

I then rolled over onto my back, telling him, "I need you to fuck me."

Taking position between my legs, Scott slammed into me good and hard before flipping me over to mount me from behind. "Give it to me!" I screamed.

Having cum once, he was able to fuck me to a few more orgasms before his voice cracked, "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Don't you dare stop fucking me; put it in deep!" I demanded.

He yelled as his cock spasmed inside of me, soiling my walls. When he pulled out, I turned onto my back, feeling the cum running down my ass. That was hot. "Why did you let me fuck you knowing I'm married?" he asked.

"I need an abundance of sex; besides, married men don't kiss and tell." I winked.

After he left, I walked into the other room where my husband sat. "That was hot; you're such a slut," he told me as he gave me a hug and a kiss, smelling the cum on my breath.

"It's your fault for giving me a hall pass." I smiled. "Now take me to bed and reclaim me."