The dim lighting of the chandeliers, the starched white tablecloths and napkins, the crystal and real china all screamed money in the five-star hotel. I sat there wiping my lips as the waitress cleared the salad course from the table.

I noticed her as soon as she entered, her strawberry-blonde hair in a bun with two strands on either side dangled down and framed her face. Our eyes met briefly, without any acknowledgment from her. Her makeup was perfect, bringing out a warm glow to her face. The eyeliner and mascara gave her eyes an enticing, classy look that made her gray pupils pop. The blush on her cheeks was modest, displaying them enticingly.

My eyes traveled along her swan-like neck, exposed bare, tanned shoulders that led to an inviting ample bosom. Her breasts bounced with each step, enhancing their classy appeal, but not to the brink of slutty.

The cream-colored dress was adorned with white lace and sequins that glittered in the light, and it screamed class. It clung to the shape of her body. As she walked towards the bar, my eyes continued their journey down the side of her dress. Her slim, flat stomach and a flare at her hips drew my blood underneath the table, hidden by the tablecloth.

I sucked in a breath as I saw the well-placed side slit of the dress, revealing the top white lace of her stockings. My breath held as I followed the slit further down, where the hem of her dress stopped mid-thigh.

She got to the row of empty bar stools before the polished mahogany bar. My eyes were now glued to the way that dress clung to her rounded ass. It stretched slightly as she leaned forward, clearly showing the separation between her cheeks as she gently pulled the stool back from the bar.

The back of her toned, stockinged legs showed her attention to caring for her body. She swiveled the stool to the side as she eloquently slid onto the seat. The slit of her dress expanded, increasing the view of her stocking and revealing the garter holding them up.

She crossed one leg over the other as she turned her head. She caught me staring in awe at her. This time, the corners of her lips drew slightly upward, and the blush on her cheeks deepened. She quickly turned her body and the chair to face the bar.

She placed her clutch on top of the bar. The light reflected off of her wedding ring ensemble. Our eyes met again in the mirror behind the glass shelves and bottles that lined them. This time, she smiled uninhibitedly.

She summoned the bartender over to her--breaking our eye contact--but I watched her beautiful smile as she ordered her drink.

The waitress reappeared and set the medium-rare ribeye and lobster tail in front of me. Her assistant placed the baked potato and the silver condiment tower of filings beside it. The drawn butter bowl was next, topped with a flat-leafed parsley garnish.

"Thank you. It looks delicious," I said, and met with silent grins of acknowledgment before they silently scurried away.

I picked up my fork and steak knife, but couldn't resist looking at the mirror behind the bar again as the bartender brought the drink to the woman who captured my attention. Although she didn't look in the mirror directly, I noticed the side glance and, again, that enticing smile as she opened her clutch. She pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and slid it across the bar.

The smell of my food overwhelmed me, reminding me of why I was sitting there. I begrudgingly tore my eyes from the mirror and cut into the steak. It was cooked to perfection, and I pierced the cut of meat and brought it to my mouth.

I closed my eyes as I chewed and savored the juicy flesh, and my mouth watered from its flavor. I almost moaned, but caught myself before I uttered the embarrassing sound. When I opened my eyes and swallowed, I saw the reflection of the woman leaning forward towards the bartender. Her ample breasts were revealed even more enticingly in the mirror.

I watched her lips move, saying something to the bartender seemingly in a conspiratorial manner. His head nodded in acknowledgment, then bent down behind the bar. He stood back up and handed her a cocktail napkin and a pen.

I saw her mouth a quick 'thank you' before writing something on the napkin. When she finished her note, she returned the pen to the bartender and leaned in again. The bartender's expression looked quizzically at her, then his gaze went to me and quickly back to her.

I took a bite of the lobster after dipping it in the butter, while continuing to watch the odd exchange.

A businessman entered wearing a cheap suit and quickly walked over to the bar beside her. Although there were plenty of empty stools, he sat beside her, leering at her breasts. He nodded at the bartender as he and the woman finished their brief conversation.

She glanced at him and scoffed as she brought her hand up and covered her cleavage.

He ordered a draft beer and tried to start a conversation with the woman.

It was more than evident that she was out of his league. It was almost comical as I watched their interactions as I continued with my dinner. Admittedly, I couldn't blame him for his continued efforts, let alone the obvious bulge in his suit pants.

Just as the waitress brought my dessert to the table, two bizarre things happened.

First, the woman stood up and grabbed the man's left hand in hers. She traced around the wedding band on his finger with hers. Then he stood up, and she leaned to his ear and whispered something to him. She straightened herself up, moved her hand over his bulge, and rubbed him, smiling.

Then she turned to the bartender and nodded her head. The next thing I know, the man wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers grazing the upper part of her ass as they started walking towards the exit.

I let out a long sigh and started on my dessert.

"From the lady," I heard beside me and looked up to see the bartender standing beside me, presenting me with a glass of cognac.

"What?" I asked.

He nodded toward the couple leaving and repeated himself, "From the lady," and set the drink down. "Along with this too," he then added and slid a room card key and a cocktail napkin with writing on it. He smiled and quickly left.

I grabbed the napkin and read it.

After you're done with your drink and dinner, come on by. Don't bother knocking, just come on in, it said with a small heart drawn underneath the words.

I glanced towards the exit again, but they were gone.

I smiled, chuckled to myself, and took a sip of the cognac.

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I was a little nervous as I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. Nevertheless, my cock was already swelling to the intrigue of the unknown.

The elevator dinged and stopped at the ninth floor. The doors opened, and an elderly woman stood and looked at me. Her gentle smile made me smile, and she gazed down at my body and paused at my obvious arousal. Her cheeks blushed as she quickly met my eyes again and entered the elevator.

After the doors closed and the elevator started to ascend again, she turned to me, smiling. "Looks like someone's going to have some fun," she said giddily, then gazed again at my now-growing bulge. She quickly exited to the next floor.

I was relieved there weren't any more interruptions before I exited onto the fifteenth floor. I quickly glanced at the directional signs to go to room 1523. My heart started to beat quicker the closer I got to the room.

I got to the door and raised my hand to knock, but didn't, remembering her instructions. I looked down and could see my cock now prominently tenting my trousers out in front of me as I reached into my pocket for the key card.

I inserted it, watched the little green LED light glow, and heard the click of the door unlock. My heart was racing as I removed the card and quickly slid it back into my pants pocket. I turned the door latch down and pushed the door slightly open.

"Yes, that's it. Lay on your back and let me get a good look at you," I heard her say. "Oh my, someone's little man is sure excited. Does it want to play?" she quickly added as I silently entered.

I closed the door as quietly, listening.

"Stroke it for me. No. Use your left hand. The one with your wedding band on it. It just makes it hotter," I heard her say.

My cock started to flex hard in my pants as I quietly entered the room. The lights were off, but the curtains were open, casting enough lights from the city to see. The man lay naked on the bed. His hand reluctantly wrapped around his hard cock, covering its entirety, except the top of his tip.

"Oh my," she said, then giggled as she noticed my presence.

She turned her head slightly towards me and smiled.

"What the fuck?" the man said, and quickly brought his other hand to his crotch, trying to hide his hard-on.

She stepped to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her body into me. She smiled up at my face. "So glad you made it. Are you ready to have some fun?" she asked, then quickly kissed me.

She quickly pulled away from me after our kiss. She turned her head, looking at the naked man on the bed, and said, "I thought you wanted to have some fun on your business trip. Don't you?"

"Uh, uhhh, yeah. I, like, what? A threesome?" he finally managed to say.

"Yeah, something like that," she said, laughing as she turned her attention back to me.

She reached out and rubbed her palm up and down my bulge. "Mmmmm," she purred before turning around. "Unzip me please," she requested.

I was happy to oblige her request. I reached up and slowly ran the zipper down her, revealing her body until it showed half of her sexy ass. I sucked in a breath as I glared at it, and she wiggled her ass, giggling.

She let go of her grasp in front of her breasts to allow the dress to fall around her high heels.

"Oooooh, fuck," the man groaned and then stroked his cock, apparently accepting the new situation.

Some pre-cum oozed from his tip over his hand.

"Now, now. Don't go getting carried away. I don't want you to cum too soon. Don't you want to cum in my pussy? Isn't that why you came here... to fuck me?" she said, glaring at him.

"Ye-yes," he said and pulled his hand away from his cock.

"Uh-huh. Patience, honey. I'll get to you in a minute," she said, then stepped from the dress. She smiled at me and then dropped to her knees. "Get rid of that jacket and shirt while I get rid of these pants," she said, looking up sexily at me.

I quickly pulled my suit jacket off and threw it on the chair. I loosened my tie and yanked it off, tossing it to join my jacket as she unbuckled my belt. I started to unbutton my shirt as she unbuttoned my pants. She unzipped my fly and let my pants drop as I finished with my shirt.

"Mmmmm," she purred as she groped my cock over my boxers.

I quickly pulled my shirt off and threw it on the chair as she pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She reached up, squeezing her hand around my arousal, and guided me to step from the clothes around my ankles.

She let go of me and untied my shoes, then gently lifted each leg to remove them and my socks. My cock was achingly hard, jerking and flexing on its own.

'Oh fuck. Oh fuck," the man moaned as more pre-cum oozed from his cock.

She stood up, looking so fucking sexy, still in her white high heels, garter belt and stockings. Her big breasts barely drooped, and her nipples were hard and pointed. She had a small blonde landing strip ending just above her swollen clit.

She reached out and again wrapped her hand around my hard cock. She led me by my cock over to the side of the bed, where the man lay wide-eyed. Keeping a firm grasp on me, she sat down on the bed and opened her mouth wide.

Her eyes were fixed on mine as she took me into her mouth. Her lips closed around my shaft just below my rim, then took me in another inch. Her tongue swirled around and around as she slowly stroked me.

"Oooooh, yes," I moaned out in pleasure.

"Fuck. Oh my God. Oooooooh, fuck," the man moaned as he watched in jealousy.

She bobbed her head in sync with her hand, still keeping her eyes on mine. She started to bob and stroke faster, making me moan out louder and louder from her manipulations.

"Jesus Christ. Oh my God. Fuck me. Please, fuck me!" the man pleaded as his cock was leaking like a sieve.

I was getting close. I felt my balls tighten in my scrotum and my cock swelled more. She popped my cock out of her mouth and said, "Tell me before you cum."

I just nodded, and she engulfed me in her wet warmth again. She went even faster, stroking, licking, and sucking.

"Oh, oooh, oooooh, I'm going to cum," I moaned out.

She immediately popped my cock from her mouth. Keeping a tight grasp on me, she stood up and got behind me. She leaned to my ear and said, "Cum. Cum for me," and started stroking me quickly from behind.

"Oh. Oooooh. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming!" I screamed out as I shot out.

A forceful stream of cum shot from me right over the man's belly.

"What the fuck. Oh my God," he yelled in shock as he watched me cum stream after stream all over him. She moved my cock purposely to cover as much of the man with my cum as possible until I stopped.

She let go of me and kissed me on the cheek. "Go to the foot of the bed," she instructed me.

I walked to the foot of the bed as she turned and walked over to the dresser. She pulled a phone from the pants on the dresser, and then came over next to the man in the bed. She held the phone up to his eyes to unlock it.

"What, what are you doing?" the man asked, and obviously shocked, yet dying to cum.

"Oh, this is the best part," she said, giggling as she opened the camera app.

She got up on the bed and took a picture of his hard cock and cum covered belly. "Just something to remember this by," she said and laughed. She switched to video mode and handed me the phone. "Just hit record, make sure you get his face," she said. Then she mouthed, "Not mine."

"Wha— what the fuck. What are you doing?" he asked.

"I just want to make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life," she said as she reached out and grabbed his hard cock in her hand as I started recording. I got down on my knees to ensure that I got his face in the recording as she had asked.

Looking at the screen, I had the perfect angle of his cock standing straight up in her hand and his face behind it. She then lifted her leg up and over his face, straddling it. She let go of his cock as she lowered her pussy down.

I was capturing every detail as her pussy dipped down, smothering him with her big breasts hanging down on top of the video frame.

She lifted her pussy up just enough so he could talk and breathe. "What's your wife's name? Call me by your wife's name. What is it?" she asked.

"It's, it's... Shelly," he said hesitantly.

"Call me by her name. Tell me what you want. Do it," she said in a commanding voice.

"I want your pussy. Please give me your pussy?" he pleaded.

"What did I tell you? Call me by her name. Tell me what you want," she demanded again.

"Oh God. Give me your pussy, Shelly. I want your fucking pussy, Shelly. Give me your pussy, Shelly. PLEASE!"

"Perfect," she said, and quickly got off the bed.

"What the fuck. I thought we were going to fuck. Come on. Please," he begged.

She laughed at him and said, "Get your fucking clothes from the dresser, you cheating, fucking son of a bitch!" and quickly walked over by me and took the phone.

She stopped the recording, hit the share icon, and chose messages.

"What are you doing? Oh my God. What are you doing?" he asked, grabbing his clothes from the top of the dresser.

"I'm sharing what you were doing with your wife. You remember her, right? Shelly, your wife. The wife you were fucking cheating on, you fucking piece of shit!"

"No. You can't do that. You can't. You fucking bitch. You can't do that," he yelled and ran over to her with his clothes in one arm.

"Too late. I already did, the video and the pictures. I have to admit, it looked hot, especially the pic of you covered in cum. Wow. She's going to love that. Don't you think?" she said and laughed.

"You fucking bitch. Who do you think you are? You're going to ruin my life!" he screamed.

"I don't think so. I think you ruined your life, not me," she said. "I assume, the contact named, 'boss' is your boss? I sent those to him too. He deserves to know what you're doing on the company's dime. Now get your sorry fucking cheating ass out of here. NOW!" she yelled.

He grabbed his phone from her and ran out.

She turned to me and said, "Oh, honey, fuck me. I'm so fucking horny now. Thanks for your help— again," and kissed me passionately.

"You're welcome, my love. I gotta say, that was a new nice touch making me cum on him," I said chuckling as we climbed onto the bed.

"I knew you'd like it. Now fucking fuck me," she said and spread her legs out invitingly.