Motel Room Fuck
I cheated on my husband once using the Internet, back in 1994 when a 14.4 modem was fast. I chatted with this guy for a while and I got really turned on while talking about the details of his sex life. The online affair went on for just over a month before we actually met in person.
I never thought anything would come of it- he lived on the west coast and I live in Maine, but one day he said he was willing to fly out to meet me. I was flattered, but I never thought he'd actually do it and I promised that I would make it worth the trip.
When he gave me instructions to pick him up at the airport I was very shocked. I stared at my screen and I knew I had to make a decision- it was now or never. Either tell him I didn't want to see him in person, or really go through with cheating on my husband of 7 years.
My pussy tingled with anticipation as I decided to go for it and I responded that I would be at the airport as he asked, and that I would be wearing a tight black skirt with no panties. I made love to my husband that night imaging he was my new lover and it was a really wild night. It was so good I came very close to backing out of the arrangement I had made with my online lover. Close, but not close enough.
At the airport for our first meeting we recognised each other right away (we'd been exchanging pictures) and embraced like long separated lovers in a movie. From there we went to the closest motel to the airport and ripped each other's clothes off.
In that room I became a filthy whore. It was a side of me that I had never really fully developed with my husband. I'm not sure how to explain it, I think it's because sex with my husband is 'proper' and 'accepted'- it's not supposed to be dirty. Sex with a stranger like this is 'forbidden' and 'nasty' and I wasn't bound by any fears of how it might change any relationship. I saw the situation as something dirty, and that's what the sex was like. The whole point of meeting him was sex - nothing more, and I made him fuck me with everything he had.
It actually started before we even made it to the motel (which was only three blocks away). I was driving and he was playing with my clit, taking full advantage of the fact that I had not worn panties. I was on the brink of coming the whole drive and I'm amazed that I managed to stay on the road. When we stopped I swung my legs around and leaned back against the car door while he licked my pussy. He brought me my first orgasm right there, and then went in to get a room while I parked the car.
I wasted no time trying to return the favour he had done for me. When we got inside the room I had his cock in my mouth in record time. He managed to pull me to the bed and as a true gentleman he played with my pussy while I did my best to make him come in my mouth.
I don't usually swallow but I was fully prepared to do it for this total stranger, only he pulled my mouth away just before streams of white come came out of his cock. I'm sure it impressed him when I licked his stomach clean because he stayed hard and I climbed on top of him and lowered my sopping wet pussy down on his shaft.
It was shear relief and I never wanted him to stop. He had a lot of staying power and he was hard for hours. He was still fucking me after I had lost count of my orgasms and had lost all my energy. When he came for the last time (his third) he was fucking me missionary style and all I could do was wrap my legs around him and rock with every thrust.
Even though I'd been royally fucked I was only a little sore- I was really wet the entire time. My nipples were tender though because he had been sucking and pinching them a lot (I love that). When I went home that night I fucked my husband and the next morning I went back to the motel where we did it all over again, but this time it was a very slow and loving fuck since I was now a little sore. As compensation I suggested that he put his cock in my ass and he got so excited I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He took great care to ensure he didn't hurt me and came deep inside my ass fairly quickly. I don't like anal sex and this was no exception but he'd given me so much pleasure I didn't want him to go home feeling unfulfilled. It was also something only a dirty whore would do and it seemed appropriate that I should ask for it in a very slutty fashion. My husband would really freak if he knew.
That day my new lover left on a flight back home and I had a few hot conversations with him over the next couple of weeks reliving our adventure but eventually we drifted apart. That was quite a long time ago now. I tried finding someone like him a few months later but it was hard- I eventually gave up. It's been over 7 years since that weekend and the Internet has changed a lot. I just discovered Adult Friend Finder and I can't believe how easy it would be to find someone that I like now…. Only this time I won't have to convince a guy to fly across the country.
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