The whole thing started accidentally, but not exactly innocently. I was at an out-of-town business dinner without Oliver, and there was some dancing. It was married couples mostly that occupied the table I was at, except for Mark and me. When the music started, we were left stranded there with no company. 

When they started the second song, Mark asked me to dance. Normally, I don't dance; Oliver doesn't enjoy it, and I’ve fallen out of the habit, but I said yes. It was wonderful moving to the music with an attractive man. Sensuous, good-looking, and a wonderful dancer, too. We danced for a while, then went to the bar for a drink, and finally went back to dancing. Whenever there was a slow dance, it was like a dream; I was floating in his arms. 

When he kissed me, I responded. I was in a daze, kissing him back, pushing myself against him, feeling his dick pressed against me and my breasts against him. I was just enjoying myself. Enjoying myself, well, maybe more than that. 

Then we found ourselves in the bar in a booth, with Mark’s hands on my breasts. 

I still have no memory of how that happened. 

It just did. 

The thrill of this beautiful man’s hands on my breasts was breathtaking, and it turned my mind off of everything except wanting more. Mark was taller than Oliver, with an adorable, scruffy beard. When he kissed me, the sensation of his beard on me made me want more. I wanted to feel it on the rest of me, my neck, my boobs, and I refused to think about where else it might feel wonderful.

By the time I was caressing his chest under his clothes, I knew I might be in trouble, but I couldn’t quit. I remember I’d put my hand on his dick, rubbing it just a little, and then I remember inviting him to my room for a little more privacy. I knew what I was doing, knew what would happen there, but I was so aroused that I ignored my qualms.

We got to my room safely, meaning without getting tossed out of the hotel, and when I closed the door, he had my dress off. We were naked in bed before I realized I had to call home to Oliver.

I knew I didn't want a call from Oliver to interrupt the rest of the evening. I for sure didn’t want him to call when I had Mark’s cock in me. 

“Um, I have to call home, to my husband. If I don’t call, he will.” I laughed a bit before saying, “I really don't want him to call at a bad time.”

I settled, sitting between his legs so that he could reach me. “Mark, please, I don’t want you to quit.” I was desperate, needing him. I needed him touching me, touching my vagina, my clit.

“Mark, can you…god, Mark can you, um, while I'm on the phone? Please.” 

He put one hand on my breast and the other on my clit. “So I can touch you like this, then. While you’re on the phone? Paige, um, can you put him on speaker?”

“God, yes.” 

I called, and Oliver said, “Hi, darling, you’re calling early, honey. Is everything okay?”

Was it okay? It was better than okay. “No, it’s fine. I came up to my room and am going to bed.” I tried to sound normal, just a call to hubby with another man on my breast and clit. I wanted to scream, “Hang up, Oliver.”

I wasn't telling him why I wanted to go to bed. So I said, “I want to say good night, that’s all.”

“I’m missing you in bed with me.” He paused and said, “Paige, I’d like you here so I can fuck you. I miss holding you in bed, your tits. I’m holding them, kissing them.”

“God, Oliver, that feels so good.” I twisted in bed so Mark could kiss them. “That's so good, I can feel it all the way down to my pussy. Harder, yes, harder.”

Mark responded by sucking them, biting my nipples. I gasped and said, “Yes, like that. God.” I almost said Mark’s name, but stopped in time.

I pulled away from Mark and faced him. “My pussy, my clit, lick it for me, and make me come. Please. Now!”

Oliver responded, saying, “Paige, you taste so good, I want to see you come, hear you come for m-me. It makes me feel so powerful when you do."

Mark moved so he could lick me, and when he got to my clit, I screamed. It was so nasty coming, with Mark’s tongue on my clit, talking to Oliver. I came almost instantly. 

“O-Oliver, that was explosive. I came so hard.” I was breathing hard. After some small talk, I finally said, “I’ll call you in the morning before I leave.”

I hung up and said, “I want your cock in my mouth. God, Mark, I want you to come in my mouth, please.”

I can't believe I’ve done that to Oliver, and I’m not finished either. I’ve let no one come in my mouth, and I’m begging for it.

“Fuck me, fuck my mouth. You’ll be the first.”

I felt his hard cock slip inside my mouth, and I got my first real taste of a man’s cum. My arousal was so intense that it was like ambrosia. I was on top of him, and my hand cupped his balls while I was sliding my lips over his dick. 

I could hear him making noises of appreciation. “Yes, yes. That’s wonderful, Paige, don't stop.”

Licking its length, I moaned, and then whispered, “Mark, your dick—it’s, it's beautiful, spectacular, seeing it disappear between my lips. I’m going to, God, I’m going to try to take it in completely. All of it, if I can.”

I tried to relax and slowly let it slide in. I pulled back and took a breath, and tried again and again. Each time, I got a little more in. 

I’d read it takes an experienced cocksucker to get it all in, but it seemed so easy for me. It slipped into my throat farther and farther. I held his cock with both hands as I pulled back and took a deep breath, and took it again, and again, deeper each time.

When I took it all the way, his cock completely inside my mouth, my throat, I felt his balls against my lips. He tensed, and his cock was twitching until his cock pulsed and he came.

I wanted to taste him, so I pulled back so his cum was where I wanted it. Where I could taste it.

That pushed me over the edge, too, so I screamed again, “MARK, yes, Mark.”

We rested for a while with Mark cupping my tits. 

I lay there still tasting Mark's cum. I was savoring the taste, the submission; it was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. 

I knew I would want this again, that I would taste a lover's cum again. Even then, I realized it would be exclusively for lovers, but I intended to have more. I couldn’t let Oliver know how nasty I was.

“This is so nice, Mark. Your hands on my tits. Do you think… um, I loved when you fucked my mouth, but another part of me wants to try!”

He squeezed my tits in response, and then one hand moved down to my pussy and gently stroked it. I moaned a bit.

I was right about feeling his scruff; it was exquisite, especially when he was eating my pussy. 

We finished the night with lots more sex, some of which I’d never contemplated indulging in. In a lot of ways, it was an education. 

Still, feeling Mark’s cock in my mouth, him coming in my mouth, and tasting his cum was imprinted on my mind. 

Did I regret taking Mark to my room? No. Did I regret what we did? It’s still one of my favorite memories. Thinking about the call to Oliver, with Mark’s hands on my tits, letting him think our phone sex got me off, still arouses me.

I still loved Oliver, but I didn’t take anything from him. He’d never know. I couldn’t let him know what I did with other men; I just couldn’t.