Traveling to far off places is exciting. Rio, Rome, Bora Bora. Traveling to work conferences not so much. Sure some of the destinations are fun. Vegas, San Diego, Miami. But no matter the locale, it’s still work. And nothing made me feel better than a Tito’s Vodka martini, extra dirty, two olives touching my lips after a long work day on the road. I always knew I shouldn’t be at the hotel bar.

“What was I doing here?” I already had dinner.  I should be up in my room getting rest for my early flight in the morning. I’d just been up there to freshen up before coming down, letting my husband know how my day went over the phone back home. Instead of staying in my room, I decided like I’ve done dozens of times before, to head down to the hotel bar.

After my first drink the bartender placed another martini in front of me. He pointed at a gentleman across the bar who bought me this round and I raised my glass in appreciation. He signaled he wanted to sit next to me and I was receptive. He walked over to my side of the bar and introduced himself as Jim.

He was tall, handsome with a graying goatee, sports coat over his dress shirt. We exchanged pleasantries and discussed our professions. He didn’t acknowledge my wedding ring and I didn’t acknowledge his wedding band.  I know he noticed it yet he bought me a drink and came over to sit by me. I liked that show of confidence. He had beautiful piercing blue eyes that were looking into mine as I talked about myself.

Yes I could have been in my room watching CNN and recapping the terrible awful news of the day. But I liked the attention I was getting at the moment from this handsome stranger and my body was relaxed from the second martini. I craved attention and I enjoyed my personal freedom while I was on the road.

It was moments like this I felt alive. Miles away from home, vodka running through my blood and a handsome older gentleman talking me up at the bar. I’m not conceited or anything like that. I even have my own insecurities about my body even if I workout five times a week. At thirty six, I might even over compensate against my battle against time. Anti aging creams and daily routines to fight off the inevitable effects of father time.

But at that moment with the stranger named Jim telling me about his business dealings back home, I was not lacking confidence. I knew as soon as that drink was placed in front of me by the bartender that I was going to get laid. Five minutes into our introductory chat as Jim sat next to me and told me what a beautiful smile I had, I knew we were going to fuck. And once again I would not feel bad for cheating on my husband.

Despite knowing how the night would end up, part of the thrill is in the flirting and the getting to know each other. Jim was interesting for sure and he had a pleasant sense of humor making me chuckle a couple times.

“You have beautiful eyes,” he told me. Check.

“Beautiful smile.” Check.

“Beautiful hair.” Check. I’ve caught him peeking inside my blouse a couple times. The same blouse that was fully buttoned up during my meetings at the sales conference but was now unbuttoned enough to show my blue lacey bra when I leaned over and chuckled at one of his quips. Jim had a nice scent, clean but not flowery. The pheromones were definitely working on me. The fact he’s married is also arousing me although the subject hasn’t come up for either of us. No, this night is about us. Two people out of town away from their spouses exercising this imaginary freedom that only exists in our minds.

“20th floor? Must have an amazing view from up there!” I exclaimed.

“Yes it is. Would you like to come up and take a look at all the twinkling lights?” he asked.

Too easy. Set up that invitation for him on a silver platter. But that scent and those blue eyes have my pussy moist so why not speed up the inevitable.

He picks up both our tabs and orders a bottle of champagne for his room. Nice touch. Looking at the city lights with some bubbly.

I make thousands of dollars for my company at these sales conferences. They originally had me stay at the big brand motels in some business park near the airport. But I insisted on high end hotels once my sales went through the roof. I was worth it despite how well they compensated me, and I deserved to stay at the Four Seasons like this one. Little did the bosses know I not only wanted a fancy place to stay while traveling but the clientele was more to my liking.

Much like Jim for example with a fancy Rolex on his wrist and a Burberry scarf he accessorized around his neck, he appreciated nice things as well.

It was a quiet ride up to the 20th floor. The sweet older couple slowly riding with us and stopping at the 18th floor. Then as soon as the doors slid shut, Jim took me in his arms and planted a deep kiss on my lips.

“Beautiful lips,” he whispered as he kissed me deeper the second time and I felt a nice surprise pressed and getting harder against me. Check.

Then the doors opened and we walked down the hall and into his room, a fancy suite. The view was amazing and he answered the knock on the door as room service delivered the champagne. He opened it up and poured us two glasses as we gazed out into the brightly lit night. He put his drink down by the desk and moved behind me, placing his hands firmly on my hips and kissing me on my neck, sending goosebumps all over my arms . Once again I felt that hardness pressed against me, eager to be let out from its pants. I turned to him as we embraced and kissed like forlorn lovers reunited after years apart.

There was a natural chemistry between us and an undeniable heat that would turn into a scorching fire in mere moments. I unbuttoned his shirt and place my arms on his chest as he undid the buttons on my blouse which fell around my feet and he swiftly undid my blue lacy bra from behind exposing my bare breasts to him.

“Beautiful,” he said as he grabbed them with a firm grip. Check.

I stepped out my skirt as he twirled me around then he undid his pants and we stood before each other in our undies. His rigid cock was in his briefs and I mercifully pulled it out and let it free. Seeing it unleashed made me wonder if that’s where some of Jim’s confidence came from. I squatted down in front of him taking him in my hands and rubbing it, stroking it, pulling on it before I placed it in my mouth. I sucked him and he moaned loudly. He managed to mutter some words.

“Goddamn, it’s been years since I’ve had my dick sucked!”

Obviously he liked my oral skills or maybe just having his cock sucked no matter the skill level was appreciated. But I wanted to make it memorable since apparently it would be some time before his next dick-sucking.

I played with that cock as if it was a precious under played instrument and I was a world-class musician giving the performance of a lifetime. I was expecting and prepared for a sticky creamy explosion in my mouth but he pulled out and collapsed into the bed pulling me up with him. He helped me place myself and straddle his face and he began flicking his tongue on my wet muff and I started to ride his face. Each stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout my body as I leaned back enjoying him consume me. He told me I tasted so good as he gorged himself on my pussy feeding his every desire. I didn’t hold back as he made me cum hard and his face was covered in my sweet and salty goodness.

He pushed me off him and onto the bed and he was now over me as I lay there ready to be taken.

“That’s a beautiful pussy,” he exclaimed. Check.

I couldn’t help it. I liked the compliments and checking all the boxes. He was huffing and puffing like the wolf with a voracious hunger and ready to bring my house down, a look of pure desire on his face and a man on a mission to satiate our overwhelming needs.

He leaned down and began sucking my tits. Moving back and forth between each of my breasts. Licking the nipples. Squeezing them. Lightly biting them. I loved my big tits played with. I was proud of my rack, having survived motherhood and still holding up naturally all these years later.

Now this hot older stranger I had met only a couple hours before, was tending to my tits, thoroughly. I could see the silhouette of that big hard throbbing dick in the darkness, ready to take me for its pleasure. He placed himself at the entrance of my slit and stuck the head in before pushing himself in. Despite his large size, my pussy was so wet and hungry for him and he slid in swift and deep in me as I wrapped my legs around him.

He began pumping me like an oil derrick seeking its black gold, deeper and deeper inside me. He found a perfect rhythm as he braced himself over me and looked into my eyes with those blue eyes and that simple eye contact ignited a fiery chain reaction as I began to cum.

“God yes,” I proclaimed like a true believer during Sunday church service!

“Oh my God,” I moaned on his big dick as he must of felt a sense of accomplishment.

Emboldened by the effect his cock was having on me he placed his hand around my neck. Apprehension crept in as this was a total stranger and I was twenty floors up in a faraway city.

“Tell me you love this hard cock,” he demanded. I obliged. And I wasn’t lying. And any anxiety I felt with his hand placed firmly around my neck dissipated.

“I love your hard cock. God your dick is so big,” I shouted.

I knew what guys liked to hear especially when they’re busy pumping their cock inside you. Hearing those words from my mouth only made him harder and rougher. He grabbed my tits with a firm grip on each breast taking turns slapping them and kneading them. I could feel it starting to coarse through my body. Another orgasm about to bring the pleasures of the flesh I craved daily and I sought out when I was away from home. It made me emboldened in the moment to ask him,

“Am I better than her?”

He seemed bewildered by my question out of the blue but I pressed on.

“Am I better than her?”

He moaned louder and exclaimed emphatically,

“Fuck yes. You’re better than her!”

We exploded in unison, like the finale at a fourth of July fireworks show, his sweat dripping on me as he filled me up with his married cum convulsing until he spilled every last drop. He fell back and lay next to me. It was the best fuck I’ve had in months and I know I might have been the best he’s had in years. But I’m greedy. I wanted more.

After a short recovery period I leaned down and took his semi-rigid cock in my mouth tasting myself on his large member. I could tell he wasn’t done with me either. My married cunt was a perfect match for that married dick. It was the ideal collision of our lust and our needs and the beautiful sex we had that night. It didn’t take long and he got hard in my mouth after I licked every inch of him down to his balls and back up his long shaft to the perfect head.

He sensed my insatiable hunger for him and it only made him harder. I was insatiable and he was more than happy to try and do the impossible and attempt to satiate me as best as he could. The hotel bar downstairs was the unforgiving jungle and he caught me like a lion hunts down its prey. And now I was up in his den, like two wild animals not worried about any repercussions.

I climbed him and rode him, placing my hands on his chest while he played with my breasts. I’d be lying if I said he was built like an adonis but he had a dad bod. There was some muscle tone from the occasional workout and he had a smooth body which I liked. But it didn’t matter. I did love that big dick and that's what did matter at that moment. I let him just lay there while I did the work. Twirling my hips and swaying back and forth and getting off to him enjoying the moment which in itself made me cum before he soon lost control and filled me up once again.

We paused for champagne and a quick glance of the city lights but we just wanted to fuck more. For a man in his late forties I estimated, he showed the exuberance of a man twenty years younger eager to please. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He ordered late night room service, a snack and another bottle of bubbly. This time he got us the really expensive bottle. I was worth it.

The sushi and champagne recharged us and despite another deep blow job he wasn’t getting as hard as he had been the first couple rounds. And I was ready for a new sensation so I needed him hard. I walked over to the window and bent over with my ass towards him and my hand placed on the windows. I offered him my ass as I looked back, bent over for him. He jumped out of bed and his cock was getting harder with each step towards me. I was convinced that if his wife hadn’t been sucking his dick she wasn’t giving up her ass to him which was part of my motivation.

I turned and faced looking back out at the city lights still flickering into the early morning hours. I felt the spit land at my rear opening and he worked it in with his thumb stretching out my asshole, his throbbing cock anxious to enter me. I felt the head of his dick which was fully erect push into me. As he pushed further I felt the discomfort turn to pain but his moans had me turned on. I reached down and began rubbing my clit while biting my lip as Jim pushed just a bit further then got a rhythm going, holding tightly to my hips.

The tightness of my little asshole was too much and he released in me letting out a wail as he did it and using his cum as lube to go in a little deeper.  His cock remained hard as it remained in my ass but we were spent after hours of animalistic sex between two sinful lovers.

Lucky for me I had the window seat with the shade pulled down on my flight home. I closed my weary eyes and all I could think of was the good fucking I received just a few hours ago. As my flight was descending to take me home all I could think about was my next sales conference in a few weeks.