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As usual, a lonely night alone in a hotel room. He was in his underwear and had a t-shirt on. Through out the night, he’d been trading texts with friends. He longed for the phone calls with a real girl friend. It was years since he had a girl that was fun and sexually exciting. All the girls in the past 5 years were, by his definition, boring and slightly above prudish. Sex in bed, an occasional blowjob, never swallow and no excitement or experimenting. Where were the girls from his college days? They would fuck anywhere, anytime, any way possible. Girls today acted like nuns.

“Should I go to the bar and try my luck?” He wondered. Nah, too much effort for little chance at reward.

He flipped through the channels of the tv; nothing of interest tonight he said to himself. He walked to the window. It faced another large hotel across a narrow street. “Not much of a view” he thought to himself. “So much for a picturesque view of Atlanta’s skyline”.

He opened his iPad and went to his favorite site with stories, sex stories. He found a few new ones that had some good parts. One was one where a couple kept betting each other on sports games. The loser had to perform some act that involved risk. If The guy won, she had to expose herself in public. As the story continued, every time she lost, the bet got her more exposed. It was well written and he was getting turned on. Maybe it was the story or maybe the room was hot. In either case, he took off his shirt.

After finishing the story, I went back to the window. There were a few people in a couple of rooms across the street. Most were very innocent, going about their chores of sitting in front of a tv. John didn’t consider himself a peeping Tom; he just looked when it was out in the open. He was about to quit when someone flipped on a light across the street, one floor below his. Behind a lace curtain, a woman appeared. She looked to be about 40, slender with long dark hair. She had on slacks and a long sleeve blouse. He could see her slip out of her high heeled shoes and take a big stretch. She unbuckled her pants and dropped them to the floor. She bent down, picked them up, and tossed them into a chair. Next she unbuttoned 2 or 3 buttons of her blouse, then in one motion pulled it over her head. The stood motionless in her bra and panties , she stretched her hands high above her head, then down to the floor. “She must have had a long day too” he mused.

She straightened up, reached back and unfastened her bra. She flung it to the chair. her tits were average size; maybe a small B cup. They seemed full and didn’t drooped. Next she turned from the window, put her thumbs in the panties waistband, pushed down and wiggled her ass as they dropped to the floor. She had a nice ass. No too big or too small. She didn’t turn around; I don’t know if she was shaved or had a full bush.

He was Very interested, getting hotter and a little chubby, maybe a little more than chubby. Then she left the room and turned off the light. He watched for a few minutes to see if she came back; she didn’t.

He went back to his iPad. He read a few more stories. His Chubby turned hard. His cock strained against his underwear. It became uncomfortable.

This story was about a wife getting excited about a new male neighbor. She begins to flirt With him and dress a little sexy for him every chance she gets. She tells her husband and it excites both of them and increases the heat of their sex life.

The details about her flirting make him hornier. He held the iPad with one hand and rests his left hand on his cock. He can feel the heat and how hard it is. In the story, The wife and husband go buy some sexy outfits for her to tease the neighbor and for her to wear in front of her husband. Together, they look for ways to show her off, by accident to the neighbor.

John’s cock is hard and begins to twitch, straining against his underwear till it’s too uncomfortable. He slips them off while reading.

He wraps his left hand around the shaft below the head. He squeezes and pulls down to the base, pulling the foreskin taught, fully exposing the bulbous head hidden under it. It feels good. His balls hang loose below.

Before reading chapter 2, John gets up and walks to the open window. Again he scans the windows; nothing of interest. His cock is still fully erect, pointing to the roof across the street. It’s exhilarating to stand naked in front of the open window, his cock twitches. He wraps his hand around the shaft and give it a few strokes.

A light goes on the the room of the naked lady across the street. Through the shear curtain, he can see that she is wearing a slip type nightgown. It barely covers her ass cheeks. She walks to the chair where her pants were dropped. She takes the clothes, begins to fold them and walks out of sight. She returns a few minutes later with a book in one hand and a drink in the other. She sits down, crosses her legs Indian style and begins to read. The voyeur can’t tell if she is wearing panties. Either way, it is still hot to watch her. He continues to stroke all 7 inches of his rock solid cock. He grips it firmly and slide the foreskin fully over the head and pull it firmly to the base as the head strains forward. After a few strokes, a several drops of precum form and leak from the tip. It’s slippery and coats the head allowing his hand to slide over the head.

She shifts positions in the chair. With her back to a corner of the chair, she hangs one leg over the opposite chair arm, the other leg stretches straight out with her foot resting on the floor. With her legs apart like that he wonders what she is reading. Is it arousing her? She sips her drink. She uncrosses her legs and stretches them out. While sipping her drink, her left hand caresses her stomach. She placed the drink and book on the table. As her left hand rests on her stomach, her right hand covers her left tit.

EARLIER TODAY

Betsy finished her second cup of coffee while packing for her trip to the Atlanta conference. “Three days of boredom” was buzzing through her head. The things she does to advance her position in the company. She would give a short lecture then attend a few hand shake, rubber chicken dinners with happy conventioneers.

She finished dressing; dark slacks, white lacy camisole covered by a long sleeve sheer white blouse. Sexy but not too showy her husband would often quip.

“Boring” kept going through her head. She dreaded the trip.

After waiting in lines at the airport, coping with security and unmotivated airline employees general incompetence, her three hour flight was uneventful. She checked into the hotel and then the convention center. She picked up her credentials, had them correct the name on her badge then walked through the convention center to get her bearings. She was going to walk back to her hotel; but her legs were sore from the cramped airline seat. Uber showed up. The guy was younger, early 30’s and not bad looking. Could be an interesting fling she thought. It passed quickly; she needed a shower. The Uber delivered her to the hotel quickly.

She went to her room on the 7th floor. She wanted a drink. First she needed a shower.

She kicked off her heels, slacks and shirt. A few stretches knocked a few kinks out of her muscles.

Betsy reaches for her phone and dials. “Hi hon, it’s me.” She started. “ it’s been a long trip. How’s your day going?”

“It’s been hectic at work for me today; but at least I’m home now.” He replied.” I’ve got an early day tomorrow. The new client is coming in and we’re putting on a presentation.”

“ I’ve got an early session tomorrow so I’m staying in tonight”. She replied. “I’ll give you a call in the morning. What time is the presentation?”

“It’s not till 11. An intro meeting, lunch and then down to business.”

“Good, I’ll call you before 11. Have a good night; love you,”she said.

“ I love you too. Sleep tight, good night”.

She hangs up, strips off the rest of her clothes and drops them on the chair, some on the floor. She walks to the counter where a bottle of Chardonnay sits she pours a glass, drops a few ice cubes from the refrigerator in it and carries it to the shower.

The hot, steamy water is refreshing as well as relaxing. A quick shampoo, a little soap, a quick touch up with her razor and she was done. The hotel towels were ok; but not great. She was soon dry. Betsy wiped the steam from the mirror. She gazed at her reflection. “Not too bad if I say so myself” she thought. Her recent sexual awakening had given her a healthy boost to her ego and self esteem. Having her loving, sex crazed husband and a sex buddy couple seemed to increase everyone’s happiness, esteem and energy level. Betsy took another sip of wine and began to dry her hair.

When done, she donned a pink, short, mid thigh slip nightly and a pair of matching lace panties. “ A night for me, 50 Shades of Gray and a glass of Chardonnay.” She thought to herself. She walked to the bedroom, saw her discarded clothes, picks them up, folds them and returns them to the closet.

She grabs the book, glass of wine and deposits herself in the chair by the window.

A few more sips and two chapters kindle her sexual urges. “Maybe an orgasm would get me ready for bed” she thought.

Years before, she would have drawn the curtains closed upon entering the room. Since her “sexual awakening “, she opted to keep them open. Even if no one was there, the “thought” of being seen made her feel sexy. She sits with one leg over the arm of the chair. The story is arousing her lust. She feels a warmth and moistening between her legs.

She leans back in the chair. Her left hand drops to her thigh; it’s silky soft and warm. She puts the book aside, takes her glass and sips the sweet wine. Betsy places the glass on the table and puts her hand on her breast. “ I need a good fucking” she thinks. Wow, last year I would never have thought that and certainly never would have used fucking to describe having sex. “I’ve come a long way. Or is it I’ve cum a long way”. Either way, she’s happy to have made the journey. Her right hand kneads her left tit as her other hand strokes her inner thigh. “ I need it, no, I want it bad!” Her inner voice exclaims.

She glances out the window, across the street. “Oh my god!!” She bleats our. A guy is standing in the window across the street watching her. “He’s naked and playing with himself!!” Betsy’s first instinct was to close the curtain and hide. “ No, not anymore. I really do like to be seen.” She takes a deep breath and reaches for her wine. “ He is good looking, in good shape” she thinks. “I’ll give him a show and watch him too.”

Betsy waves her hand to her voyeur as she spreads her legs suggestively. “I’ll give him a show” she gulps the last of her wine, puts the glass down and resumes feeling herself up. “God I’m horny!”

John, realizing he was caught looking, waves back to his target.

She shifts in the chair, turning to face the window directly. She continues to slowly stroke her thighs and massage her breasts through her slip. She tosses her head back and looks directly at her admirer. She continues her sexy show.

Across the street, John blushes. “She’s watching me jerk off while she Jill’s herself to me. Fucking wild!” He thinks.

Both people continued the show for each other. Her turns slightly, allowing a side view of his engorged cock. He alternates stroking the length of his shaft, then lifting and squeezing his balls, all the while making sure she has the best view.

Betsy’s enjoying the show as much as the feeling her hands are giving herself. She stands and slowly twirls around causing her slip to spin freely. “We’ll see if a little striptease goes a long way” she thinks. She’s getting hornier. Her nipples stiffen and rub against her slip. “Fuck, fuck!” She mutters. She stops, again facing the open window. “Time to show some of my goods. Want a little titty?” She mouths to her voyeur. She drops one, then both of the straps, letting her tits spring free. The cooler air is exhilarating against her nipples. Betsy sways to imaginary music, giving a show to her new friend. She drops the slip to her feet. She dances around it, making a few circles. Suddenly, she kicks it from the floor to the window.

John watches the show. Seeing the slip hit the window, then drop from sight. He is close to cumming; but knows that he must wait and not ruin a once in a life time show. He alternates turning from left to right, giving his voyeur his own show.

Betsy continues her seductive dance. She sways her hips back and forth to an imaginary song. She slows and faces the window. She slips her fingers under the waistband of her panties and inches them downward. She inches them slowly down, over her right hip, then her left. She twirls around twice and stops with her back to the window. She presses her panty clad ass against it and rotates it against the glass. “I bet you’d like to ram your cock in there” she whispers to herself.

John is enjoying the show of his life. More precut oozes from the tip of his throbbing cock.

Betsy wants more. She wants to be fucked. Her inner slut in crying out for wild, unrestrained sex. She spins around and waves to her private audience. Again he waves back. This time, she waves a motion to come over and points to the bed? She repeats this several times.

John enthusiastically nods his head yes!!

Betsy looks around the room. She rushes to her desk and retrieves a sheet of paper. She pulls her lipstick case from her purse and uses it to write her room number in big number “714” on it. She puts it against the window for John to see and continually waves him over.

He nods yes!! He motions “ 1 minute”. He turns. “I need clothes!”

He grabs a pair of jeans and pulls them on, commando. Cum drips on them as he zips up careful not to catch his cock or balls in the zipper. He slips into shoes, grabs a tee shirt and his room key. One more look to the window. He waves to Betsy, turns and hurries to the door.

“Damn slow elevators!, I should have run down the stairs” John thought. The doors open, a woman in sweat pants is in the elevator when John enters. She has earbuds in and is looking at her phone. “Guess she’s heading to the gym. Frumpy outfit. Wonder what she looks like underneath?” He snaps out of his thought. “Room 714” he mutters. The girl doesn’t hear him. “Will she really answer the door? This seems to good to be true! This is really something new” He thinks.

The doors open and he lets her exit first. She turns left towards the gym, he goes straight out the door. A little chilly he thinks. Not much traffic, he jogs across the street. He enters the hotel. “Nice lobby, now where is the damn elevator?”

He sees it to the right. He passes the front desk, the receptionist smiles and says “Good evening sir”. He replies and walks by. He presses the “up” button. It seems like an eternity before the doors open. He starts to enter as the elevator unloads it’s occupants. John steps to the side as they exit. When empty, he rushes in and presses 7 and the door close buttons. Again it seem like an eternity to reach the 7th floor. The door opens. He sees the sign, rooms 700 - 720 to the left, 721 - 750 to the right. He turn left and cautiously walks down the corridor. He pauses in front of room 714. For the 1st time tonight, he had second thoughts. “ is this really true? Is this a trap? Should I knock?”

John takes a deep breath and knocks. Not too hard or too soft.

Betsy watched John cross the street. “ He’s really coming. I’m really going to fuck a stranger. What should I do? How should I greet him? What? How? Where?? Should I put something back on or just stay naked except for my panties?” Kept going through her head. She filled her glass with wine. The she picked up a second glass and filled that too. She carried them to the door and peeked through the peep hole. She listened closely and heard to elevator door open. She felt her nipples harden; her pussy tingled in anticipation. She took a sip of wine. She saw him stop in front of the door and heard the knock. Betsy held both glasses in one hand, resting them against her tits and turned the knob with the other, pulling it back slightly. The door resisted, she pulled it harder. A little wine splashed on her right tit. She opened the door fully, stepped forward and blocked it from closing with her foot. He was taller than she expected: maybe 6’ 5”. She took a glass of wine and offered it to him.

“Hi, I’m Betsy, would you like some wine?”

John couldn’t believe his eyes. Here stood a pretty woman he never met, in her hotel room, topless, in pink panties offering him a drink. He took the glass, lifted it to his lips and sipped it. “I’m John, May I come in?”

Betsy stood to the side and motioned him in. As her stepped past the door, she released it and let it close. She leaned into him, stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer reached up and kissed him on the lips.

John turned to fully face her. He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her naked back. He could feel her tits against his chest. His tongue probed her open mouth till it danced with hers. The first embrace lasted a minute or more.

Betsy pulled back slightly breaking the kiss. “Why don’t you come in where we can get more comfortable?” She said. She stepped, took his arm and lead him into the room. She stopped by the desk and turned to him. “Cheers!” She said offering him a toast. They clinked glasses, took a sip, Betsy took a big sip. She took his glass and placed them both on the desk. She turned to him again, wrapped her arms around him. They embraced and kissed again, deeply. Betsy opens her mouth, her tongue probes and dances with his. “Not bad.” She thinks as she probes more deeply. Her arms hold him tightly and her hands feel the muscles in his back. “I wonder if the muscle between his legs is as strong? I need a good fucking!” She thinks to herself.

John holds Betsy tight with his left hand. His right hand slides to her waist, then her ass. “Tight little ass.” He thinks.

Betsy could feel his bulging cock pressed against her stomach. She thinks “I want his dick deep inside me. Now!”

He squeezes her ass, pulling her leg up slightly. Her pussy aches to be filled. Her panties grow wet with her juices. “Ohhh.” Escapes her lips as she kisses him more deeply. “Oh fuck he’s good” goes through her head. “I want, NO, I need his cock”.

Passion flames through them. John has her left leg pulled up to his waist. Her right leg is against the bed. “Now’s the time” flashes through her mind. She plants her right foot and pushes into John hard. He stumbles backwards onto the bed. She follows on top of him. “I want your cock. Fill me with cum. My pussy is waiting “. She exclaims. She can’t believe she said that. “I’m such a slut” she thinks.

She helps pull his shirt over his head. Then buries her tongue in him mouth again. She slowly slides her self downwards, kissing his neck, the chest stopping to kiss and lick his nipples. She grabs his belt, fumbling to undo it. Unfastened, she claws at his zipper, freeing his throbbing erection. She strips his pants from his legs. His circumcised cock springs upward. A drop of precum leaks from the tip. Betsy notices as she slides back up his body, her tits drag up his legs, teasing her nipples. She opens her mouth, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Longer than her uncircumcised husband but not as thick; she sucks his cum. “Tasty, a little salty, but hot. The makings of another creampie?” She thinks. She swirls her tongue around the head of his cock then continues her slide upward till she French kisses him, giving him a taste of his own cum. “Maybe he will like my creampie as much as my husband? Too bad he’s not here for us to share it. How should I share John with him?”

“Fuck me, I want your cock now. Fill me with cum!” She exclaimed.

“Let me get a rubber.” Said John

“NO! I want to feel your hot cum deep in my cunt. Do you know what a creampie is?”

He nods yes.

“ Make a delicious creampie for me!” She says as she straddles his hips, positioning her wet pussy over his throbbing member. She lowers herself, with one hand guiding his cock to her cunt lips. She slides the head up and down from her swollen clit over her drenched lips, parting them. She feels her juices pour over the head and shaft of his dick. She positions the head between her lips and lowers her ass toward his balls. His cock easily glides into her waiting pussy. She hesitates as the head is fully engulfed within her cunt. Then, in one swift motion, drops her full weight onto his hard body, filling her hole till his balls slapped against her ass.

“Ahhhh, fuck that’s good.” She said. “I bet you didn’t have this planned for tonight. I saw you in the window and knew I wanted to fuck you!”

With that, she lifted her ass, sliding his cock out till only the head was in her. Again, she dropped herself on him, impaling her on his full length. She felt him hit her cervix. She loved getting fucked deep.

John squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, she lowered herself and kissed him passionately. “Fuck me hard John, fuck me good and hard!” She growled.

“ give it to me baby. Ride my cock and let me fill your cunt with my juice!” he responded.

She sat up. She had his cock deep within her, she ground her clit against him body. She felt an orgasm building. Faster and faster she rode her stallion, using her full body weight to force his cock deep inside her and bring her clit into him.

“ Fuck me you little cunt. Fuck me hard” he blurted.

Betsy leaned slightly back, reached behind her and cupped his balls as she rode him. She gave a squeeze, gentle at first,the harder.

“I’m going to cum!” He said as he squeezed both of her nipples.

“Fuckin cum and fill me. I want to feel your cream splash deep in me. Cream my fucking cunt” she cried, increasing the speed of her grinding, using her full weight to push his cock into her. “Fuck,fuck, fuck, I’m cumming” she gasped.

“Ahhhhhhh” was all he could grunt.

Both their bodies bucked in unison as he filled her with jism. He buried cum deep in her. She collapsed on him, gasping for breath.

“That was fucking awesome John. Thanks for the ride” as she kissed him. “ catching her breath and feeling his cock soften, “want a little cleanup?”

“Uhhh, sure.?!? I guess”

With that, she lifted herself off his dick. Cream coated his cock and dripped from her fucked hole. In one motion she swiveled herself so her pussy was 6” over his face. A dollop of cum dripped on his face. Betsy leaned down and and licked the head of his juice covered cock. “Your cum tastes good” she said as she sucked his cocks full length into her waiting mouth. Although softening, She nearly gaged as the head hit her throat. His cum still poured from it. She greedily savored the taste, the swallowed one, then another gulp.

John felt the first drop of cum hit his chin. “Kinky bitch” was all he thought. He never ate a pussy after he filled it with cum. “Does she expect me to eat her? No way” he thought to himself. He felt her warm mouth suck his limp cock. As her did, she lowered her sopping, cum filled hole onto his mouth. At first he kept it closed, then as he needed air, opened his lips. Gooey mixture of his cum and hers flowed into his mouth. Her tasted the salty, foreign mix. He liked her mouth on his cock. He leaned back and savored her creampie.”not bad” he thought “kinky but not bad after a good fuck”

Betsy removed his limp cock from her mouth and turned to face John. She kissed him on the lips, them both opened their mouths to let’s their tongues dance. She pulled away.

“Thanks for the ride” she said.” You’re hot and a great fuck too. But I’m beat and I have a conference to attend here tomorrow. I need some rest.”

“I’m at the conference too.”said John. “ I’m beat too and need rest. Thanks for a great time. Can I see you tomorrow? I’m at the conference all week. You’re the hi light and I want to see you again. Ok?”

“ you mean you want to fuck me again. That’s what you mean, isn’t it?”

“Uhhh, yes but...”

“No buts” she said. “I want to fuck you again too, just not tonight. I need rest. What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“ I have an early client dinner I have to show up at. Can I leave early and meet you? John said.

“ that works for me too. I have a cocktail hour to attend but then I’m free to attend your cock-tail hour. Ok? Meet me here at 7. Now let me get some sleep or I won’t be much fun tomorrow.”

John kissed her deeply. “ I won’t miss it for the world. See you at 7!”

He pulled on his jeans, shirt and shoes. He kissed her again. “Salty cum” he thought as he headed for the door. She followed him, locking the door as she closed it.

“ what am I going to do now?” She thought. “ I just fucked a stranger and made a date to fuck him again. What will I say to my husband? Should I call him tonight and tell him or tell him when I get home from fucking him tomorrow? Let me sleep on it.” Betsy was tired, her pussy was a little sore but in a good way. She crawled into bed. Cum was still seeping from her swollen lips. “Maybe I’ll just sleep this way. He liked my creampie. That’s a good sign. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?”

With that, Betsy drifted off to a deep restful sleep.

7am alarm blared as Betsy swiped toward the clock. “Damn that seemed like a short night.” She remembered the night before. She felt the cum dried to her trimmed bush between her legs.” That was a good fucking” she thought. I can’t wait for another one. How will I get through the day?” she thought.

The hot steamy shower felt good. The soapy lather washed crusted cum from her trimmed bush.

No gym this morning she thought as she dressed for the conference. White panties and bra, Navy slacks, a cream colored top without a collar, a matching jacket and 3” heels. Not bad for a conference but not for a date tonight. That’s right, I have a date. What should I tell my husband? Since we’ve been swinging, we fucked others; but always with people we know. I fucked a stranger last night and have a date with him tonight. What should I do? Betsy’s mind raced. No time to think. Just enough time for a quick bite to eat then on to business.

Betsy grabbed her notebook, purse and room key and hurried down to the hotel restaurant for coffee and a muffin.

During the first conference seminar her mind wandered.

“I’ve got nothing sexy to wear tonight. All guys want to see women wearing something sexy. The thought of looking hot for a guy, and turning him hot enough to get a hard on without even touching makes me feel even sexier.” She reached for her smartphone and googled “Victoria’s Secret”. “Lucky” she thought. There’s one a block from here. Hopefully I can get something at lunch to wear tonight. She mentally inventoried what else was in her suitcase. She had a business style pencil skirt and jacket, a front button blouse with a semi low cut front. Not sexy but maybe I could spice it up a little.

Then it dawned on her. I need to tell my husband. How? Will he understand? Should I cancel? What about last night? Will he be upset?

Then she had a brainstorm!

Between sessions she called her husband. “Hi hon, how’s your day going? Ready for the presentation?”She started. “

“Everything is set. We’re ready. How is everything going with you?” He replied.

“Well, it’s been interesting. Will you be home tonight? I’ve got a few surprises for you.” Said Betsy.

“Surprises?? Will they be good?” He asked. “What are they?”

“Can’t tell you now; but I hope you’ll like them.” Betsy said.

“Can you give me a hint?” He inquired.

“Ok, one word; creampie.” She said. “Gotta go, I’ll call you after work. Bye.” With that she hung up and went to the next session.

Betsy’s mind wandered between lust and dread. The thought of fucking a stranger while being watched by her husband excited her. Her nipples were hard and her pussy felt moist. However, she fucked a stranger without telling her husband. Although they both were swingers, they were very new to the lifestyle and only swung with people they both new and trusted. Under the right circumstances she was sure he would approve and even appreciate it. But she did it before asking and then planned a repeat without more than a hint of it. How sexy she felt, no how slutty she felt. It felt good.

Cuckhold, that’s what it’s called. When one cheats on their spouse with the other knowing, and even liking it. Betsy felt powerful. She could fuck almost anyone and her husband would approve. No, he would even enjoy it. Wow. She felt invincible. As her power grew, so did her lust. Her imagination kicked in. Maybe she would be more daring. Another plan began hatching in her mind.

But first, she had to go shopping. Lunchtime came too slowly. When the lecture ended, she bolted out the door. No networking for her. She had the contact she wanted. She just needed to work her plan.

She called for an Uber. It was a new Tesla. She had never been in one. It must be a good omen. The car pulled up. She had heard stories of women being taken advantage of by people posing as Uber drivers. “ Who are you here for?” She asked. In broken English, he replied, “ I’m here for Betsy”.

Now put at ease, she got in. It was a short ride to Victoria’s Secret. She quickly entered. The smell of perfume and body wash filled her nostrils. “Mmmm, maybe I’ll get some for the room tonight” she thought to herself.

The store was a large, well stocked one. Her mind raced. Where to begin? Bra? Panties? Camisole? Teddy? She browsed the racks. How kinky should I get? Maybe I should have looked for an adult store like VIP at home. They would have some real sexy clothes and toys! No, he may not be ready for that yet. Back to the clothes.

Betsy picked a few of everything, five at a time. The limit for the dressing room. Lacy bras, push up bras, little padding, no padding. How will it work with the other things I tried on? I’ll need clothes for dinner, but will I need something for the bed room? Should I get something sexy and seduce him or strip and fuck him silly? Decisions on top of decisions; all getting her hornier by the minute. She felt her pussy twinge, getting wet with anticipation. She continued to shop. She made decisions on some, other items were harder to chose from. In those cases, she bought multiple items. She could try them on again in the hotel and decide then.

Her phone buzzed with a text. It was from John. “Are we on for tonight? Is 7pm good?”

“I changed my plans, I cancelled my dinner meeting. Do you want to go to dinner? If so, where?” She texted back.

“ Do you like French? If so, La Petite Maison on Roswell road. Ok?”

“Yes, that’s great. Is 5 o’clock ok?” she hit the send button then had a thought. Am I acting to forward? I don’t want to sound too slutty. Overly excited? Oh well!!

John replied “see you there at 5! I can’t wait!”

Betsy let out a sigh of relief and excitement. Her plan was moving forward and faster than she imagined.

She paid her bill, picked up her 3 bags of sexy wear, summoned another Uber and headed for the door. Betsy decided to skip the afternoon sessions. There was too much to do. Pick out her wardrobe, take a nap, shower and plan the Piece de Resistance; The special plan for her new lover and her now cuckhold husband.

She made her way to her room. A quick swipe of the key and she was in, back to her lair, where she would perform her magic.

First things first. What to wear? She stripped off her clothes. She flung her jacket on the bed and kicked off her shoes. Off came her blouse, another addition to the bed. She unbuttoned her slacks. She wiggled her ass as they dropped to the floor. They stayed there as she stepped out of them. Clad only in her bra and panties she surveyed her purchases.

What to try first? She opened the bags and laid out the clothes. Three bras with matching panties, one black lacy one with lace panties, one black push up with a black g-string thong, one white lacy set; two silk camisoles, one black and one beige; a black camisole slip, a shear black lace camisole; two garter belts with matching stockings, one black and one white; two skirts, a black skirt that was mid thigh length, a tan skirt that stopped just above her knee with a side slit, both with a matching short jacket, a beige, silk button down blouse; a black silk button down blouse, both long sleeves; a black lacy teddy and panties; a pink lace bra and matching boy short panties.

She tried each on in various combinations. She posed in front of the full length mirror in the hall as well as the large bathroom mirrors. She wanted to see how sexy each looked from every angle.

She also thought of ways to “accidentally “ show more than she should at “convenient” times. She tried to force a few “nip slips” with the push up bra. With the skirts, she practiced crossing and uncrossing her legs to flash her garters and panties.

She made her mind up on the outfit for dinner and what to wear back at the room after. Again she felt powerful, sexy and especially horny. As she undressed for the last time, she felt the need to relieve the sexual tension growing within her. She remembered her favorite rabbit vibrator still in her suitcase. As she went for it she thought “ no, I’ll wait for tonight, I want this to be a big one”.

But first, I need to prime Bill’s pump, so to speak. She posed in front of the mirror wearing the black lace camisole and matching panties, black garters and stockings. She took several pictures of herself in the mirror. One posed standing full length, the other with her legs spread wide and her left tit spilling out of the top. “Which one to send to her husband? I know; both”. With that she texted both pictures with a caption, “a little something to play with tonight. Want to watch?”

Betsy received an immediate reply. “I can’t wait!! What time?” She texted back “be ready around 7. I’m going to dinner at 5. I’ll call you before I go, and then deliver your surprise after. Make sure both your computer and iPad are ready to Webex and FaceTime.”

She stripped off her outfit, picked up all the clothes , folded them and hung them in the closet or put them in the drawers.

Now for a quick nap. She set her phone alarm for 3pm. “ That should give me plenty of time to shower, set things up, get dressed and to the restaurant. The nap will give me plenty of energy for a long hard ride tonight.” Next she plugged in her laptop and iPad. “ I’ll need both fully charged for tonight”. She pulled the shades closed to darken the room. Betsy drew back the blanket from the bed. Before climbing under the covers, she unsnapped her bra and dropped it on the chair. The cool air stiffened her nipples. “I can’t wait for his hot mouth to cover and suck them” she thought to herself. Betsy drifted off to her nap, anticipating her upcoming dalliance.

Startled by the alarm, Betsy jumped up in bed, struggled to silence the phone, yawned and smiled at the thought of the nights plans. “First things first” she thought. Make the bed and a shower. She made the bed, thinking of it as a stage for her upcoming performance. Next she positioned the laptop and iPad so the camera on both faced the bed. The laptop was placed by the tv neat the foot of the bed. She placed the iPad on the far nightstand, out of the way so it wouldn’t get bumped.

She slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them to her knees; they dropped to the floor. She picked them and her bra off the floor and placed them in a dirty clothes bag. “Gotta keep the place neat for company “ she thought.

Betsy entered the bathroom, removed her razor and shampoo from her kit, and turned on the hot water. First she shampooed her hair and rinsed it. She soaped up her arms, chest, tits and rinsed off. Next she soaped her legs. With one foot on the sidebar, she shaved the right leg, then the left one. “Good, no nicks! Now to clean up the rest.” Betsy took the soap in her hand slid down her stomach to the thin patch of hair above her clit. She soaped herself until the lather was thick, covering her entire crotch. “That feels good” she thought as she massaged herself. She took the razor and with her free hand, stretched her skin flat on her mons and began to remove any hint of pubic stubble. Betsy kept the thin landing zone patch as she continued shaving. Next the pussy lips on the right, then the left. She used the hand shower wand to rinse all traces of soap away. Betsy used her hand to feel for any stray hairs that may have been overlooked. Satisfied that she was bare, she continued to wash and rinse, basking in the torrent of hot water. “ All refreshed and ready to go” she thought.

Naked in front of the mirror she toweled herself dry. She took the hair dryer and brush and began to style her hair, with just a hint of a curl. Satisfied with the look, Betsy went back to the bedroom, sat on the bed, and picked up her iPad. She face timed her husband. “Hi hon, how was your day?” She asked.

“Great, but your killing me with the suspense. What’s my surprise?”

“Well, it has several parts. First, I’ll put this down and position it so you can see. What do you think?” She placed the iPad on the nightstand and stood naked before it.

“Wow, this is a great start. I’m hard already. Shall we play?”

“Nope! Sit back and enjoy this part of the show.” But first, turn on your laptop computer. As he did, Betsy did the same. She Face timed him, he answered and immediately their images appeared on each other’s screens. First I’ll position the laptop on the dresser so you can get a good view of my ass. Next she positioned the iPad so it faced her from the front. With this, her husband got 2 great views of Betsy’s naked body. “Time to get ready for dinner” she said. “You can watch me get dressed. When I get back, the real show will begin. We’ll use both cameras so you will get great views. But first, you need to turn off your camera so I can’t see you. Also, turn off the audio. I want to imagine you watching but not be able to tell that you are there. Trust me. You’ll understand later.”

With that Betsy proceeded to pick out her wardrobe. She picked up the black lace panties. Betsy danced a little and twirled them above her head. Finally, she sat on the bed, lifted both legs over her head, seductively exposing her ass. She bent her left leg and pushed her toes through the opening, then inserted her right leg and slowly slid the panties down her legs, past her knees and covered her very, exposed, private areas. She jumped up, did a spin and grabbed the black, lacy push up bra. In the same sexy fashion, she wrapped it around her chest, fashioned the clasp under her tits, and spun it around, pulled the cups over her titties and put her arms through the shoulder straps. Next came the black garter belt. Once in position, she picked up the black stockings and slowly rolled the left one over her toes, up her ankles, past her knee where it stopped just past mid thigh. She fastened the garter belt, front then back. She performed the same dance with the right stocking. When finished, she posed in front of the camera, letting her husband admire the scene. “ sexy enough?” She said rhetorically.

Betsy picked up the black camisole and held it up in front of her as she looked in the mirror. “This will cover too much” and dropped it on the chair. She picked up the black, silk blouse. She put one arm into it, then the other. She buttoned it from her neck to her waist. Next she picked up the tan skirt. She pulled it to her waist, zipped the back closed and fastened the snap. With a slight tug, she straightened it so the slit was perfectly set against her left thigh.

Again she checked herself in front of the mirror. “A classic librarian” she muttered. She began to unfasten to top button, then the next until her chest was exposed so the last button fashioned just covered the front of her bra. “Well hon, does this outfit turn you on?”

“Hell yes, my cock is rock hard” he said,

“I bet this is slutty enough to get some attention at dinner. Maybe I’ll get lucky. Would you like that?” Betsy teased.

“You wouldn’t; would you?” He replied.

“I hope so, and I’m sure you do too. Now remember, I’ll text you before I get back. You can watch as I get back to the room. I believe my little show will be well worth it. Be a good cuckhold hubby and Don’t do ANYTHING with that sexy cock of yours till I get back. I want to give you the show of a lifetime. Maybe even a little creampie if you get lucky. You can see me in a few hours....I want to see you stroke that beautiful cock.” With that, she picked up the jacket that matched her skirt and headed for the door.

Betsy called for her Uber. The black Lexus pulled to the hotel door. “La Petite Maison on Roswell road?” The driver stated.

“Yes that’s it” Betsy responded. She turned her back to the car, lowered herself into the back seat and slowly swung her left leg into the car, allowing her skirt to slide up her thigh exposing the top of her stockings and garter belt. She followed with her right leg. The doorman, intent on the possibility of catching a glimpse of her leg got more of an eyeful than he expected. “Great!” she thought to herself. She enjoyed the power she was having over men as she teased and flaunted her sexy attributes. “This will do just fine to get John worked up at dinner. That will help create a better show for Bill when I Sk-pe him in for the finale “

The Uber arrived at the restaurant. Betsy emerged from it and saw John waiting near the door.

“Hi Betsy, right on time oh.......wow you look gorgeous!” He said as he reached to embrace her.

She leaned in giving him a hug and kissed him on the cheek. “Careful or I may have you for dinner instead of dessert “ she replied. John held the door and Together they entered the restaurant.

They were ushered to a small, semi secluded round table. Instead of sitting across from him, Betsy sat beside John, to his right. As she sat, she crossed her legs, letting the slit in her skirt expose the top of her stockings. John, trying not to stare, noticed it and felt a bulge developing in his pants.

A waiter appeared. He too noticed her beautiful legs. “Welcome to La Petite Maison. May I get you something to drink?”

John quickly replied “Yes, a bottle of Dom Perignon would be appropriate “.

“Excellent choice“ the waiter replied as he rushed to the wine cellar.

“Very thoughtful “ Betsy said, as she brushed her hair back. “And expensive.”

“Maybe” John said, “but after last night, you’re definitely worth it and I want to celebrate with you. “

The waiter reappeared, gave the cork to John. After a quick whiff, he took a taste. “As tasty as last night “ he exclaimed. The waiter poured both glasses. John said “ To us and another great adventure.” They clinked their glasses and sipped the bubbly.

Betsy and John engaged in small talk about the days activities at the conference. Occasionally she would shift her leg to rub seductively against Johns. Betsy’s mind wandered from the conversation to the thoughts of the nights planned activities. She thought of her husband, Bill and what he would think and do when she, correction they performed in front of him. How would he react? They had only had sex with one other couple and it was almost always when the four of them were together. It was always consensual, semi planned and enjoyable to the four of them. Would he be angry; jealous or completely turned on and happy? What would he do when she returned home? As she thought about it, she convinced herself that he would enjoy it.

They ordered dinner and sipped more champagne. The vichyssoise came and was eaten. For dinner, she had the Coquilles St-Jacques. He ate the Blanquette de Veau.

During dinner, she felt her excitement growing. There was a growing heat and moisture deep within her pussy. “Go for it!” She thought to herself. With that, she let her shoe drop and lifted her leg, sliding up Johns till it rested in his crotch. The slit of her skirt opened slightly, exposing her tanned thigh above her gartered stocking.

They ordered a second bottle and drank it during the meal.

Discretely, Betsy unbuttoned another button on her blouse, allowing it to flop open. This exposed her black push-up bra and her lovely B-cup breasts. Betsy could feel the result with her foot in John’s crotch.

They each had a little champagne left in their glasses. “Let’s go and we’ll have our dessert back in my room” said Betsy.

John summoned the waiter and paid the bill. John called an Uber. It was 4 minutes away. They quickly rose and headed for the door.

They spotted the black Mercedes as it pulled up. John opened the door and Betsy crawled in, allowing her blouse to open for the driver to get a great view of her breasts . Her skirt rode up exposing her garters and creamy thighs. As they sat, Betsy draped one leg over Johns. They began to kiss. Johns hand cupped her breast and gently massaged it. Their tongues probed each other’s mouth; dancing together in unison. Betsy massaged Johns cock through his pants. John slipped Betsy’s left tit from its bra cup and gently massaged her nipple. Betsy noticed that the Uber driver seemed to slow down and took several side streets. He was obviously enjoying the show while looking in the rear view mirror. It took several extra minutes to arrive at her hotel. They broke their embrace. Betsy flashed a seductive smile at the driver through the mirror, then flashed her naked breast to him before tucking it into her bra. She straightened her clothes as they exited the car.

Before she closed the door, she turned and put her left foot on the seat. Her skirt rode up her leg exposing her garters, bare thigh and lacy panties to the driver. “Thanks for the ride. We’ll be sure to give you a 5-star rating!” She added to her exhibition. She gave another seductive smile as she turned, smoothed her shirt and took John’s arm as the walked into the hotel. The doorman, remembering her from earlier, gave her a nod and approving smile.

“I hope I don’t see anyone I know” she thought as they entered the lobby. She knew she was potentially exposing her career if someone saw her with another guy. She believed Bill would approve; but professionally she didn’t want any issues. Being sure to cover herself appropriately, they walked across the crowded lobby unnoticed by the many convention attendees.

She wondered what John was thinking. Is he just going along for another good fuck or will he get the impression that there is something for the future? What is her husband doing and how will he really react? Would this blow up on her? A pang of guilt and panic set in. “What should I do” rattled through her brain.

They reached the elevator. It opened and they entered. Surprisingly, in a hotel packed with convention people, they were alone. John pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. His tongue pushed through her pursed lips. Instantly, all of her problems disappeared. She kissed him back with passion. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. She felt his response against her stomach. A wave of lust washed over her. She felt herself lubricate with the anticipation of his throbbing member penetrating her. All questions and doubts faded away. She wanted to fuck; hard, fast and now. Betsy felt his hands slide down her back till he grasped her ass, lifting her slightly. He tugged at her skirt, pulling the hem toward her waist. Cool air felt good against her naked thighs. She spread her legs, aching to rub her pussy against his manhood. Their hearts beat fasted as their anticipation grew. John tugged at her panties, pulling them tight into her crotch. She felt the fabric sandwich itself between her labia. Instead of painful, into felt good against her clit. Her hands fumbled at his belt.

Slowly the elevator ascended. A ding announced the 7th floor. Startled, they pulled away slightly, adjusting their clothes as if expecting an audience when the door opened.

No one was there. They looked at each other. Had the moment passed?

Johns belt was pulled open, his shirt was partially untucked. Betsy’s blouse was also untucked, the hem of her skirt was bunched up on one side, exposing the tops of her stockings and garters. Her hair was mussed across her face. They looked at each other, smiled and stepped out of the elevator. John reached for Betsy and pulled her close. He kissed her hard on the lips and with one hand brushed her hair from her face. Arm in arm the headed for room 714.

As they reached the door, Betsy stepped forward and inserted the keycard to unlock the door. John stood behind her. Her wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts, pulling her back into him. She felt his cock against her ass. Another wave of lust swept over her. John squeezed her left breast and started to unclasp her skirt with the other. Betsy pushed the door open, turned and grabbed him by the belt and pulled him into the room.

“ Not so fast John. I’ve got something special planned. I think you’ll enjoy the wait.” She pulled him close kissing him deeply before he could answer. As she pulled him close, Betsy felt his growing excitement against her stomach. Her nipples stiffened as they pressed into him. Betsy didn’t want to stop; but she knew she must. She had her plan. “Why don’t you go and open another bottle of wine and pour us a glass. I’ll just be a moment.”

John walked across the living room portion of the suite. Betsy went to the bedroom. She picked up the iPad and FaceTimed her husband’s iPad. She made sure the volume was off. She also made sure the screen was pointed to the wall and the camera faced the bed. When done, she went to her computer on the far nightstand. She Sk-ped her husband’s computer. When connected, she turned the volume off and adjusted the screen to black so it appeared off. She waved to Bill and whispered “ enjoy!”

Betsy still had her jacket on; but she refastened her skirt and unbuttoned one more button on her blouse; exposing her black, lacy bra. “It’s showtime!” She thought to her husband. She went to the door of the living room. John finished pouring two glasses and turned to her, lifting one toward her. “For you my sweet” offering it to her.

“ I’d love a glass” Betsy said and she strode toward him in her sexiest walk. As she walked around the couch, she twirled and sat on the armrest with her arm extended to John. Betsy was making sure that he knew she was in charge. He made his way to her. She took the glass, and, looking in his eyes, took a gulp. “ now I’m ready” she thought to herself. Betsy stood up and kissed John. She pulled away, grabbed him by his belt buckle and pulled him toward the bedroom. He willingly followed. At the edge of the bed, she took another sip of wine, he did too. She then took both glasses and placed them on the empty night stand. She pulled John close and kissed him a long, deep passionate kiss. John reached behind her and attempted to unzip her skirt.

Betsy pushed his hand away. “All in good time” she purred to him. She turned so his back was to the bed and pushed him back. He lay on the bed resting on his elbows. Betsy reached in and kissed him again. She unbuttoned the top four buttons of his dress shirt. As she did, she kissed his neck, then upper chest down to his right nipple. She circled it with her tongue, then gave it a little nip with her teeth. John’s head snapped back. She looked in his eyes as she kissed her way back to his waiting mouth. He tried to touch and hold her. Each move was met with a countermove as she continued her deep, probing kiss. She felt his lust growing, his manhood throbbing against her through his pants. She was in total control.

Betsy broke the kiss and slowly, seductively slid herself up his body, making sure he felt every sensation. She dragged her breasts over his naked chest, to his chin and then his nose. She spread her legs and straddled his chest, kneeling upright. His hands gripped her ass. She lowered herself firmly onto his chest, trapping him on the bed. He didn’t resist.

Betsy ran her fingers through Johns hair, down his neck to his upper chest. Her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings and garters. She gently rotated her hips, grinding herself into him. She wondered if he felt the moisture that was certainly soaking her panties.

She stared into Johns eyes, unbuttoned her jacket and ran her hands over her breasts, lifting one at a time as if presenting them to him. Betsy raised her head and stared into the camera and smiled. John squeezed her ass in an appreciative reply. She bent forward with her hands on the bed beside his head. She lowered her breasts to his face until they just touched his nose. She rotated her hips and pressed her pelvis hard against his straining erection. John was melting before her eyes. She had total control.

She slid her breasts down over his chin to his chest. As she did, she she looked directly into the iPads camera and smiled. “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am Bill! “ flashed thru her mind.”I wonder if you’re jerking off now?”

Betsy sat up with her ass directly on his throbbing erection. She looked at John as he lay mesmerized below her. She began to remove her jacket. Slowly she slipped one arm out, then the other. She twirled the jacket over her head then dropped it across Johns face. “Silly man” she said. “What’s there for you to see?”

“I want to see those firm, perky titties again. That’s what! “

“Be good and you may get your wish!” She pulled the jacket from his face and dropped it on the floor. She swayed her hips and ground her panty covered crotch hard against him. Her perky breasts bounced slightly, her hard nipples rubbed through the lace of her push-up bra against her black blouse. She unbuttoned one more button. Her blouse was open to her mid stomach. She was careful to keep her tits covered to heighten his anxiety. Additionally, the fabrics against her nips heightened her arousal. “ God, I may cum just from this” she thought. “I hope Bill is excited watching this, not pissed at my infidelity.” She looked directly into the camera, smiled and licked her lips seductively. She ran her hands from Johns shoulders, across his chest to his stomach. Then, as brazenly as possible, let her hands caress her thighs to her stomach, them massaged her tits through her blouse. She pulled the fabric allowing it to cover only her nipples in a teasing fashion. Her gaze alternated from Johns eyes to the camera. She may be riding one; but she was teasing two guys. Raw power flashed through her veins. She pulled her blouse from her skirt and unfastened the last button. Her blouse opened exposing her flat stomach below her bra clad tits.

Betsy stretched her arms high over her head. Her blouse opened fully. She rocked her hips back and forth, causing her titties to bounce in her bra. She lowered her right arm and ran her fingers between her tits, down her stomach and adjusted her skirt, raising it slightly so her panties rubbed against his pants.

Then, she reached up and pulled her arms from her blouse, twirled it over her head and flung it to the floor. Her milky white breasts struggled to free themselves from the black lace bra, her nipples poked through the thin fabric. With both hands, she squeezed her breasts, pushing them together.

Betsy smiled at the camera. On her knees, she inched her way upward, dragging her crotch across Johns chest toward his face. John’s arms were trapped between her legs. She stopped at his chin. John could smell the sweet aroma from her sex. She rubbed her lacy panties on his chin. Smiling for the camera, she lifted herself and spun around. She positioned her panty clad pussy over Johns mouth and leaned forward. She began to unbuckle Johns belt and slide the zipper downward. She could feel the heat radiating from his engorged cock. She tugged them down to remove them. John squirmed to assist, doing everything in his power to free his aching manhood and deliver it to her. She got the pants and boxers to his knees and he kicked them the rest of the way off. She gazed at his cock. “Every bit as big as I remember”. She thought as she bent down and rested on her right arm, holding his dick in her left hand. She glanced at the camera at the foot of the bed, smiled an took his cock into her mouth. She sucked the head then removed it from her mouth. She licked the side of his cock so the camera could get a good view of it while she teased it with her tongue. She was having sex with two men; the one who has his cock in her mouth as well as her husband Bill watching at home. She was performing for them and her own satisfaction.

John was licking her pussy through her panties. It was good; but she craved more. She dismounted his face and tugged her panties off. They were soaked. She threw them toward the camera at the foot of the bed; her skirt followed. She turned to face John and positioned his cock to line up with her pussy. She lowered herself onto the head of his throbbing cock and rubbed her cunt lips so her juices coated the head. When sufficiently lubed, she dropped her weight and fully impaled herself on his cock until his balls were crushed under her ass. The sensation was wonderful. She rocked her hips and lifted herself slowly until his cock was almost out then dropped herself again. “I need this” she thought. She continued lifting and dropping herself, slowly at first, then gaining speed.

John clawed at her tits and pulled her nipples. Betsy continued. Johns body was tensing, his breathing quickened and he was grunting as she dropped on his cock.

“I’m close” he said. Betsy rubbed her clit with one hand and reached behind with the other to squeeze his balls. She could feel her orgasm build.

Johns cock erupted deep within her cunt. She could feel his jism splash against her cervix. Soon a mixture of their cum was coating her pussy and spilling out, running over his balls.

A picture of their wild sex scene flashed through her mind. What was her husband doing? Was he still watching? Did he approve? Was he jerking off? She had enjoyed herself, John seemed to; she hoped her husband did too.

“Wait” she thought. “I promised him a creampie.” She looked down. Johns orgasm was subsiding as was hers. “Hmmm” she thought, “it’s now or never”

“Are you ready for round two?” She said.

“Uhhhh, yes, I guess so” he replied.

With that, she lifted herself off his shriveling cock and dismounted him. “Round two cumming up!”. She said as she turned and straddled his chest. She bent over, smiled toward the camera and lowered her mouth to cover his limp, cum soaked dick. “Where did that nice hard cock go?” She asked rhetorically. She tasted their cum; warm, salty and delicious. She licked and sucked until he started to get hard.

She positioned her thighs on the sides of his head. Cum dropped to Johns face. Having just cum, he wasn’t excited to eat her creampie. As she sucked his cock back to life, she lowered her hips until her pussy lips met his lips. She ground herself against his face. He couldn’t help but taste their juices. He felt lust growing within himself, starting with her mouth on his cock, traveling to his head. The taste of their cum began to excite him more. She lifted her hips slightly for the camera on the nightstand. She provided her husband a great shot of her creampie leaking onto her lovers face. She rolled her hips seductively for the camera then dropped her pussy to his lips. John lapped at her and plunged his tongue deep into her waiting hole. She could hear him slurping their cum. She had his cock fully erect and her clit was coming to life.

Betsy turned her head to the side to be sure that Bill could see every detail of her blowjob. She licked the sides of his cock then deep throated him till her nose hit his balls. She alternated this as John began to raise his hips to thrust his cock into her mouth. What began as Betsy giving a blowjob turned into John enthusiastically fucking her mouth. His pace quickened. Their breathing increased as both approached orgasm. She felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat as the first orgasmic wave rolled over her pussy. She ground her pubic mound into Johns face, nearly suffocating him. Jolts of orgasmic sensation raced through each of them. He pumped his milky load into her mouth and she gulped every drop. Likewise he sucked their cum from her cunt as she bucked wildly on his face. She came twice more as his cock softened. Her over stimulated pussy tingled. She rolled off and watched his cock drop to the side. A drop of cum oozed from his limp dick. She smiled to the camera, picked the drop onto her finger and seductively licked the cum off her finger as a last tribute to her husband. She mouthed “I love you” into the camera, smiled and laid her head down. She was exhausted.

John could do no better. He was spent. He licked his cum soaked lips. “ what a strange two days.” He thought to himself. A lonely business trip turned into two night of sucking and fucking a hot stranger. “Who would have thought....”

“John, You’re a great fuck” Betsy stated. “I’ve got another long day and travel tomorrow. I enjoyed our time together but I need to sleep.”

John understood. “You’ve made this the best business trip, no the best trip I’ve ever been on. I’d really like to see you again “

“Maybe...” she replied, thinking this could be the beginning of several new adventures in my life and sex life with Bill. “You have my number. Try it some time and we’ll see “.

John rolled off the bed and retrieved his c