I traced the rim of my martini glass with my red lacquered fingernail as I slowly took in the patrons of the hotel bar. Several men were present, but all were with women and unavailable. I bit my bottom lip, thinking I could use a man, a virile stud to sate my lust and keep me from spending my last night in my lonely hotel room before going home to my husband tomorrow.

I sighed, picked up my drink, and downed what was left in the glass. Just then, a man walked up next to me at the bar and said, “Hello, are you drinking alone?”

I turned my head and looked into his piercing dark eyes. He was tall and gorgeous, with handsome, chiseled features and dark hair. His charming smile made my toes curl.

“It seems I am,” I replied in a soft, sexy voice.

“Your glass is empty. Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“Martini…dry,” I answered.

He called the bartender over and ordered a round for both of us. I swiveled on my stool toward him, crossed my legs, and hiked my hem above one knee. My sudden attraction toward him caused my breasts to warm and my nipples to peak, calling attention to the front of my sheer top. He acknowledged my seductive posture with another smile that nearly had me creaming my panties. His gaze was so intense. His eyes were the color of midnight.

When the drinks were set before us, we toasted to getting to know each other. I was keenly aware of a hot surge of need rising inside my body. I drew in a long breath, swelling my chest toward him. His eyes latched onto my lovely bosom, and the corner of his mouth pulled upward, a sexy motion that belied the heated look he aimed my way.

He slid onto the stool next to mine and turned toward me, one elbow propped on the bar. I quickly took in the sight of his hands. He had big hands and long fingers. He wasn’t wearing a ring, but he noticed the bling on my left hand.

“You’re married,” he said.

“Yes,” I said, meeting his gaze, and felt as though I would drown in the inky depths of his eyes. Then I explained that I was in town on business and that my husband wasn’t with me.

He found that interesting and asked, “Do you ever get lonely when you’re away from your husband?”

“All the time,” I answered.

He smiled and said, “I’m Randy.”

I don’t need to know your name, I just need you between my legs, I thought to myself. “Hi Randy, I’m Beverly,” I answered after that naughty thought passed through my head.

“So, how do you cope with your loneliness?” Randy probed.

“It’s hard. I hate spending my nights in a lonely hotel room,” I replied, hopefully to get him to probe me in more ways than one.

“Are you staying here at this hotel?” he asked.

“I’m on the seventh floor,” I replied.

“I’m on the eighth floor, and if you don’t mind me saying so, I have a simple solution to your lonely nights,” he said.

“Oh? Do tell,” I said.

“Your room, or mine,” he replied.

His suggestion was extremely seductive and very intimate. I smiled and bit my bottom lip, gazing up at him through my fluttering lashes. He leaned closer, and I inhaled the woodsy fragrance of his cologne through my nostrils and into my lungs. I felt his body heat and sensed his desire for me. He slid one hand onto my thigh, and his thumb began a sensuous kneading of my flesh.

“What do you say?” he asked.

I stifled an unadulterated shiver of raw lust as I raised my eyes and met his gaze. “Mine,” I answered and covered his hand with mine as I slowly rose from the stool, silently telling him that he needed no further invitation. He wound one arm around my waist and fell into step beside me as we headed out of the bar.

His heat seared the side of my body, quickly seeping through my dress, as his arm held me close at his side. He escorted me across the lobby to the bank of elevators near the front desk. I felt my heart racing as I pressed the elevator ‘up’ button and waited for the doors to slide open.

He guided me inside the box. I pressed the button for the seventh floor. He moved me to the rear corner of the mirrored elevator as the doors closed, then pressed my back against the wall and drew my hands above my head. His aggressive move made my heart skip a beat and caused my breath to hitch. He looked into my eyes in the way that weakened my knees.

“I wanted you the second I saw you,” he spoke seductively, and his mouth closed over my lips possessively, hungrily, as though he could devour me.

I released a low moan and arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest. The scent of him filled my membranes and did crazy things to my already aroused senses. His mouth melded perfectly with mine. It was a perfect kiss in the way longtime lovers reunite. His hands tightened on mine above my head while he pressed his growing erection against my pelvis and slid his other hand beneath my dress.

I lost all semblance of awareness when his fingers fondled my panty-covered crotch to feel my wetness soaking through the gusset. Had the elevator not stopped at the seventh floor of the hotel, I would have encouraged him to take me at that very moment, to pin me against the wall and fuck me crazy. The sound of the doors sliding open pierced my brain. I forced my eyes open, tore my lips from his possession, and sucked in a much-needed breath of air.

He paused, dragging his mouth from mine. Slowly, he brought my hands down and stepped back, separating his body from mine. He retained hold of my hand, tugging me behind him as he exited the elevator.

“Which room?” His voice was throaty, husky, filled with lust.

“This way.” My heart was strumming heavily against my ribs. My chest heaved. I had wanted a man for the night, a stud who knows how to handle a woman. “Room 720, just a few doors down.” The closer we got to my door, the faster my heart strummed.

Standing behind me, pressing his bulge against my ass, he nuzzled my neck and ran his hands over my breasts as I desperately fished for the keycard in my purse. Finally, I managed to find it and began a frantic attempt to make the lock release. I felt on fire when the lock finally clicked, and he pushed the door open.

He turned me to face him and tugged me into his arms the moment we stepped inside the room. The lights were off, except for the city lights, which created a soft glow in the room through the open curtains. His lips claimed my mouth again as he worked to undo my dress and let it drop to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties and heels.

His hands covered my naked breasts and pressed hotly against my mounds, his fingers closing greedily around my fleshy globes. “Mmm, nice tits,” he said, then dipped his head and circled my left nipple with his tongue.

I sucked in a quick breath. I like men to touch my breasts, to stroke my flesh, and make my nipples taut. “I like the feel of your mouth,” I softly cooed. My breath caught in my throat as he sucked my elongated teat between his lips. “Oh…yes,” I sighed.

His hands roved down my sides, over my hips, stopping when he found the elastic of my panties. Hooking both thumbs under the band, he rolled the panties down my hips and down the length of my thighs. The panties dropped to my feet, and I slipped my feet out of my heels and kicked the panties aside.

Standing naked from head to toe, I shivered with the sensation of being ogled as he drew back slightly and scanned my body with his eyes. I felt the heat of his gaze travel over my breasts, then down my belly. When he paused his gaze at my crotch, I opened my stance to let him ogle my pussy with his dark gaze.

His clothes rustled as he removed them and tossed them on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes as his slacks fell around his ankles. His socks came off, and by the time I was stretching out on the bed, he was naked and joining me, his cock hard and long. I sighed to feel his cock rub against the soft, wet lips of my pussy as he settled atop my body.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and his mouth descended to mine. Arousal spun through my insides. I groped his back, digging my nails into his flesh, then slid my palms across his firm ass. Filled with carnal lust, I arched my back in a desperate urge for him to take me.

He moaned and pulled his mouth from mine, glancing down at me as he pushed my legs apart with one knee. “We have all night,” he said, and brushed one hand down the length of my torso, coming to rest at my crotch. He fondled my pussy, trailing his fingers along my slit, then finding my clitoris, he stroked it with the ball of his thumb.

I gasped and arched my hips upward against his massaging fingers, closing my eyes and savoring the rush of sensations his attentions were bringing to my body. Almost instantly, I felt the onset of an orgasm as the nerves in my belly tightened. I pulled in a shuddering breath as his fingers quickly brought me to a full-blown orgasm. My legs quivered, and I arched my hips against his hand, reaching the apex of my climax.

He smiled slowly as I squirmed and wiggled beneath his stroking fingers, milking my climax as the heat of my orgasm blanketed my body in a moist sheen of sweat. His eyes widened with lust as he watched my breasts heave, and my taut nipples thrust upward in a tantalizing jut.

“Fuck me,” the words bled from my lips as I reached for his hand at my crotch. “You know how to satisfy me with your fingers, now I want you to satisfy me with your cock.”

His smile widened as he pulled his hand from my pussy, leaving me burning inside with the need for his cock. He pulled me up in a sitting position, then turned me over onto my elbows and knees. My hair fell down the sides of my face, and my breasts hung to where my nipples brushed the sheet of the bed. His hands reached under to grope my tits, tweaking my nipples. He released a long breath that fell across my back and hips. His hands were hot as he held my breasts, then released them to slide along my sides. He trailed his hands across my thighs and upward to grasp my upturned ass.

He trailed his cock down the crack of my ass until it reached my gash, then quickly lunged his long cock inside my cunt, quickly filling me with the pleasure I longed for, and I braced on my elbows and knees as he began to move inside me.

His cock was long and thick, and it felt good when he lunged in, paused, pulled back slightly, and lunged in again. He soon established a comfortable rhythm that brought me to the brink of orgasm much too quickly. I clenched the sheet with my fists as the orgasm bore down on me, threatening to come to full bloom at any moment.

His fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass as his thrusts grew deeper and quicker. “I’m cumming…oh baby! You’re a good fuck!” he bellowed and drove into me with a force that almost knocked me on my face.

I felt the warm surge of his semen pumping into my hot cunt, and I could not hold back any longer. My orgasm surged with him. The pleasure shot through my body, zinging along my nerve endings and spiraling throughout my limbs. I closed my eyes and panted through my mouth, trying to catch my breath after screaming incoherent words of pleasure.

His hands that clenched my ass move along my belly, reaching my breasts. He plucked at my taut nipples, then closed his hands around my globes, while I clenched his cock inside my hot, juicy cunt, milking every drop of his cum.

I eventually collapsed against the bed, with Randy atop me. Short gasps escaped my lips. His cock slowly shrank and slipped from my pussy. We moved to face each other, our heads on the same pillow. I listened to his heavy breathing as it melded with my own. With a smile on my lips, I stared at him. I wish all my one-night stands were as good as this.

I thought maybe we were finished for the night, until his hand slid between my thighs. I moaned and rolled onto my back as he levered his body upward, bracing on one elbow. He dipped his head and suckled my nipple while his fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, sending a renewed want through my insides.

My breath caught in my throat as he nipped playfully at my nipple with his teeth. I tangled my fingers in his thick, dark hair at the back of his head, pressing his mouth tighter against my breast. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of him swirling his tongue around my areola and pinching my elongated teat between his teeth.

“Let’s take a shower,” he suggested.

Minutes later, we were in the shower together. I stood at the back wall of the shower while he adjusted the water to the right temperature. I gazed at his tanned back from his shoulders to his nipped-in waist. His ass was firm, and his legs were long and hairy. I brought my gaze back up to his head. His hair was already wet from the shower. The thick black tresses were pressing against his scalp and nape.

He turned toward me, and arousal flickered through my insides at the sight of his chiseled features streaming with beads of water. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled slowly at me. Damn, he was sexy-looking eye-candy from his face to his cock down to his toes.

He reached for me, and I went easily into his arms. My wet body slid against his, joining perfectly. I curled my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts against the solid muscles of his chest. His hands stroked my back, slid hotly along my curves while he pressed into the contours of my body. He nuzzled my neck with his lips as the hot water beat down on our heads and rivulet down our naked torsos.

I broke the hug for a kiss, tipping my head back as though I were familiar with his lovemaking. I didn’t know him well enough to call him my lover, but a stranger with whom I was enjoying a fantastic night.

His lips felt good, hot against mine, needing, taking. I lowered one hand to his crotch, finding his cock once again hammer-hard. He moaned into my mouth when I circled my fingers around his erection. He pressed forward into my hand, urging me to stroke it, and I began to move my fist as our kiss deepened. His tongue bid entry into my mouth, and I complied with a low moan.

Sucking on his tongue gave me the urge to suck on his cock. The unwavering urge had me push from his embrace and drop to my knees before him. God, I was so hot as the water beat down on my head and splashed in my face as I guided his cock to my mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair when I opened my mouth to accept the head of his cock.

I began sucking, drawing his cock to the back of my mouth, and back out, in and out between my tongue and palate, back and forth as I bobbed my head.

“Honey, I can’t take much more of your mouth,” he said and sucked in a quick breath as he tightened his fingers in my wet hair. “You are very good at this.”

I grinned around my mouthful of cock, splayed my fingers around his hairy balls, and stroked his inner thighs. He wasn’t pulling away. Maybe he was hinting that he wanted to cum in my mouth. I began to hunger for it as his pre-cum strung across my tongue. It was always my normal practice to bring a man to completion inside my mouth. I love the taste of cum and I get an enormous thrill from making a man cum inside my mouth. I wanted to taste his, and I began to suck him harder. But that was not what he had in mind.

When I raised my hand to his belly, he moaned and pulled me to my feet. He pushed my back against the shower wall. “I want to fuck you, right here, right now,” he grunted hoarsely.

He winked one incredibly dark eye at me, slipped one hand behind my thigh and lifted my leg to where my toes pointed at the shower floor, and used his other hand to guide his cock into my pussy, quickly, deeply, pressing my back harder against the shower wall. I raised my legs and wound them around his hips, clasping my arms around his shoulders.

He cupped my ass in his hands, lunging his cock to the hilt, pulled back, and lunged deeply again, drawing a gasp from my mouth with each lunge. The combination of searing flesh and the hot spray from the shower gave a surreal effect to the sex. I closed my eyes as his cock shoved deep into my cunt, and pulled in a quick breath. I tightened my belly and the muscles in my buttocks as my climax neared.

“Oh, my God!” I gasped as my entire body began to quiver and shake.

Randy knew I was edging on the brink of orgasm. He shoved me tighter against the shower wall and drove into my hot pussy with hard, rapid thrusts. I was pinned, skewered with his long cock, unable to resist giving myself completely over to his mastery. I clung to his body, my nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders, and my legs squeezing around his thrusting hips.

“God, Beverly, you have such a tight pussy, yet soft around my cock,” he whispered words that stung my mind, and made me realize that I was very much a woman being enjoyed by a very virile man. I drew in a quick breath as he reached his orgasm and pumped his semen deep inside my cunt for a second time that night. I came right after he did. If there was more to come, it remained to be seen. As for me, I didn’t want the night to end.

He turned off the water, and we stepped out. He came at me, smiling, with a towel stretched out, and engulfed me in the fluffy wrap, rubbing my arms and back briskly, as though he couldn’t quite believe he had taken me in the shower. Then he brought forth another towel and covered my wet hair, before securing a towel for himself.

I noted his consideration with a smile and grasped the towel around my body and tucked the ends between my breasts before turning my attention to securing the towel covering my hair. I scrubbed my feet across the fluffy bath mat before returning to the bedroom.

I shivered when the cool air of the room touched my wet skin. The notion of turning up the heat crossed my mind, and I searched the room for the thermostat just as a pair of muscular arms circled my waist and drew my body against a sturdy chest. I grasped the towel on my hair and giggled, feeling playful as I suddenly realized Randy had dried off and was pressing his naked body so hotly against my back. I could feel his growing erection against my ass as he nuzzled my neck with his lips.

He turned me in his grasp and pulled away the towel covering my body and said, “I want to taste you.

His whispered declaration sent my pulse jumping. I kissed him as he urged me across the room to the bed. In seconds, I was lying flat on my back, my legs spread, and Randy’s face between them. His mouth came down quickly on my pussy, licking, tasting, and spreading his saliva amid my parted pussy lips. My senses reeled as the heat from his mouth seared my clit. He pulled the bud between his lips the same way he had earlier pulled the teats of my nipples and poked them with the tip of his tongue. I gasped in response and clutched the sheet with fisted hands.

His fingers traced my pussy lips, found the entrance of my cunt and poked inside, then pulled out, traveled over my perineum, sending immensely erotic sensations wafting through my body.

When his finger reached my anus and massaged my puckered opening, the sensations he was causing me to feel mingled with my thoughts of him taking me anally. His finger pushed inside me suddenly, making me keenly aware of the sensations he was bringing about from his mouth still on my swollen clit.

“Baby…oh baby,” I moaned and squirmed against his finger, now digging deeper into my ass. The erotic sensations of his tongue working my clit and his finger now deep in my ass were bringing the rise of yet another orgasm. I arched upward, striving for the apex of climax from his mouth.

Delicious sensations streamed through my limbs, knotting my belly, and bursting like a dam overflowing with pleasure as my orgasm rocked me to the core of my being. I closed my eyes and arched my throat, panting through my mouth as a multitude of sensations spilled through my insides, making my arms weak and turning my body into butter. Heat electrified my body. The sensations at my pussy melded with the sensations at my asshole and filtered through every pore in between.

“You like this?” he whispered hotly as he lifted his head to look up at me.

“Yes…oh yes,” I cried.

“Then you will love this,” he said, and grasped me suddenly, rolled me over, and pulled me to my hands and knees.

The next thing I felt was the head of his hard cock against my anus, and he shoved it inside, breaching my sphincter like it wasn’t there. My breath caught in my throat. His immediate penetration hurt and caused me to grimace, but this was not my first anal rodeo, and I knew the pain would soon cease and his cock would turn into pleasure.

Clutching my ass with his hands, he held me still as he pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, giving me time to adjust to his size. The sensations of climax he had given me earlier had waned. Now, new sensations were taking their place as his hands moved from my ass, over my hips, around my sides, following my ribcage to my breasts, tweaking my sensitive nipples, while moving more smoothly in and out of my ass.

Sweat began to ooze from my pores. The towel covering my wet hair fell onto the bed, leaving my long, wet tresses hanging about my face. The initial pain turned into pleasure as I knew it would. He had loosened me to where his cock was sliding easily in and out of my ass.

He clutched my ass again with his strong hands, thrusting into my asshole, reaching a rhythm that soon had me rocking back to meet his thrusts. Striving for another orgasm, I arched my back so that he could fuck me without reservation. Heat surged through my body, and I panted as the fucking lengthened.

I lowered to brace on my left elbow while reaching under with my right hand to rub my clit. He pumped faster, holding my hips in his tight grasp.

“I feel it coming, baby! I’m gonna cum deep inside your ass,” he cried as he slammed into my asshole, upsetting my balance and knocking me to my stomach on the bed. He quickly slid one hand beneath my belly and jerked me up, pressing my ass against his abdomen. He hammered my ass, lunging in deeply time after time. The bed shook. The slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, the moans, groans, and cries coming from both of us echoed off the walls of the room.

Determined to continue rubbing my clit, the orgasm began for me, surging through my body, zinging along my nerve endings, and spilling into my brain. I moved with him, thrusting my ass against his abdomen, wanting to feel his cock deep inside my ass as the sensations reached the ultimate.

My anal muscles clenched to Randy’s thrusting cock as my orgasm rolled through my body, causing him to shoot his wad and milk his cock inside me before releasing me onto the bed. He collapsed atop me, his breath hot against my nape and his body lying heavily atop my back.

The sensations lasted a long time, and as they waned, I closed my eyes. When Randy rolled off my back, and I finally got the opportunity to stretch out and sink into the mattress, I allowed sleep to come to me. My mind wanted nothing more than sleep.

~~~~~

The bright yellow glow of the morning sliced across the bed as I stirred and opened my eyes. I rolled onto my back and squinted against the brightness engulfing the room. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, recalling the night. It felt like a dream. I sat up, gazed at the pillow beside me, the empty room around me. If that was a dream, it was the most incredible dream ever!

I levered my feet over the side of the bed and stood up. I was naked. I glanced down at my bare flesh and pulled in a deep breath. I raised one hand and shoved my hair off my face, combing the mass with my fingers. It was tangled, damp. My brow wrinkled as I glanced back at the empty bed. The sheets were rumpled and hung off one side of the bed. I looked at my clothes strewn across the floor and felt the stickiness of sex between the cheeks of my ass and thighs as I moved, and I knew this was no dream.

I found a note on the bedside table. It read, “Had a great time. You’re the best.”

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. One-night stands don’t usually wait around until morning to say goodbye with a passionate kiss and a promise to meet again. They disappear in the dead of night, after the fun is over.

I showered and got dressed. I did not regret anything I did that night. After all, I am married to a man who likes hearing all the naughty details of my sexual renderings when I get home. It’s all a part of my “hotwife” lifestyle.