I scanned the hotel bar with my eyes, looking for anything interesting. My husband, John, and I were at a boring hotel, in a boring city, for a boring work trip I had come along on. His meetings had turned into a late meeting, which had turned into a dinner meeting with higher ups. I had taken myself to dinner, enjoying the solitude by reading a good book while having dinner. Now I was back at the hotel bar, my husband would probably be back soon, but I was very board and also very horny.
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I had been reading a very sexy book and over dinner had read a very long scene having to do with a woman getting fucked by multiple well hung studs while her husband watched an once they were done the husband had been made to lick her cum filled pussy clean. The scene was incredibly hot, but while I had a strong dominant streak, I was not dominant towards my husband and he would never be a cuckold like that.
John and I loved to have all sorts of fun and I know he would be cool with whatever I came up with tonight. He loved when I was horny and slutty and loved to call me dirty names while he fucked me. “You like my cock, don’t you? You are such a slutty MILF”. It was true, and I did like to be called a MILF. I had 2 kids grown and just out of the house, I was in my late 40’s, a little thicker than I was in my 20’s, and hornier than I had been back then too. He would also call me his “insatiable MILF”, because I was always ready to go and could always go for another round. Don’t get me wrong, he could fuck the daylights out of me, but I could always take more if it was offered.
The bar was mostly empty. It was after 10 and the hotel seemed light on guests today. There was one guy, sitting by himself and nursing a drink. He looked pretty average and every time I looked over I could tell he had been looking at me, but kept looking at the floor when I caught him.
Smiling to myself I turned my gaze to the bartender, shaking my glass of ice subtly so he would get the hint and pour me another bourbon. I twisted my body so my legs pointed parallel to the bar, my short skirt ridding up, exposing my creamy legs and my high heels to the shy stranger. I looked in the mirror and could see in the reflection that he was openly staring at them now. I moved my hand and idly ran it up my thigh while I watched him lick his lips, unaware I could see him.
I took my new drink from the bartender and walked over to stand in front of the stranger.
“Mind if I join you, sweetie?”
“Um, uh, uh”
He was in one of four chairs around a small and low cocktail table.
“I’ll just site here”, I said as I took a seat in the chair to his left. “If it bothers you, just ask me to leave”
“No-no”, he managed to get out, “Please, you can sit there”.
I crossed my legs and felt my skirt ride up, exposing my leg all the way to the round curve of my ass. He stared, and when he saw me watching him he quickly tried to take a sip to cover himself, but ended up draining his drink and then trying to suppress a cough from doing that.
“Easy there, tiger”, I cooed at him. “We are just getting started.”
He stammered at that, now completely lost and blushing deeply. I caught the eye of the bartender and nodded towards the stranger’s drink, and he got the message, god I loved a good bartender. If this plan didn’t work out I might have to try my hand at seducing the bartender.
“Is your wife here with you?”
“Wh-what?”, he started looking around, but quickly realized there was no one else in the bar.
“Your ring”, I said pointing at his hand holding the glass, “You are married?”
He relaxed a little, “oh, yeah, I’m here on business, she’s away on a business trip to a different city”
“Do you think anyone is chatting her up on her trip?” I asked jokingly.
He shrugged, “eh, could be, who cares”.
“Aw, what’s the matter? Things not going well with the missus?”
The bartender walked up and handed him a fresh drink, taking away the empty one. He took a long sip.
“Not particularly, no. We have only been married a few years, it was great at first, but…” he trailed off and took another big sip of his drink.
“Trouble in the bedroom?” I asked, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.
He nodded.
“Let me guess: You had a lot of sex the first few months, but then it started to become less and less frequent. She started making excuses all the time, and before you knew it you were going months between having sex and when you did it was short and she didn’t seem very into it.” His eyes got wide. “Thought so, I’ve heard it all before. You, sweetie, are not the first one to have this trouble.”
“Did you have the same thing?”
I laughed, “Oh sweetie, I said I had heard it before, many times actually, but I haven’t lived it. My husband keeps me well and often fucked.”
I could see the alcohol was getting to him, “Then why is a sexy woman like you, who’s getting fucked all the time chatting with me?”
I chuckled again, “Sweetie, I said he fucked me well and often, I didn’t say he was the only one who fucked me.” His eyes got wide again. “We are very committed, but we also like to play and are very open with everything we do.” I was afraid his eyes were going to pop out.
“He lets you fuck other guys?”, he took another swallow, finishing his drink and motioned to the bartender.
“Easy there, sweetie, you are moving through those. But as far as me and my husband are concerned he doesn’t ‘let’ me do anything, I am my own person and he is his own and we communicate.” He just stared at me, this concept was probably brand new to him and he was having trouble processing it.
“And he doesn’t get jealous?”
“We both deal with some jealousy here and there, but we talk through it. Would you be jealous if your wife fucked another guy?”
“I think so, probably? I’m not sure…” he trailed off, looking away.
“What is it, sweetie, do you think she fucked someone else?”
“I- I think she might be. There have been signs for a while. But, she seems happy and well, even though she doesn’t let me, you know, put it in her”, even in the dim bar I could see him blush deeply, “she has been asking me to go down on her more. And she seems to really enjoy that.”
He looked at me sheepishly. The bartender shaped his drink and walked away, “fuck, I can’t believe I just told you that, I don’t even know who the fuck you are.”, he brought his fresh drink to his lips, but took a smaller sip this time.
“Sometimes it’s easier to talk to strangers about these things.”, he nodded in agreement.
“Do you like to go down on her”,
He smiled and nodded, “Yes, and I love that I can make her climax like that.”, but after she always tells me she is too tired, or has to run to take a call or something and tells me to just ‘take care of myself’ and that she will make it up to me later, but she never does.
Most of the time it’s after she gets back from a girls night out, or a late meeting. She tells me she gets bored and starts fantasizing and that by the time she gets home she is super wet and horny and just needs me to lick her so she can get off.
Now it was my turn to be the one wide eyed, but I quickly regained my composure. “But why do you think she is cheating on you?”
“Well, there are signs. The way she seems to smirk when she is txting, but when I ask she says she just read a funny meme online, but she won’t show me. Or how she is very possessive of her phone and I noticed she changed all her settings so her notifications don’t show any details. It will say she got a text message, but not who it is from or anything else.”, he sipped his drink again. “She also has been taking more ‘girl’s trips’ and she even started traveling for work, which is odd as she never did before and I can’t imagine why they would have to send her anywhere.”
“Did you ask her about any of this?”
He shook his head, “no, I guess I don’t really want to know, because then I would have to deal with it. Right now it’s just a possibility.”, another sip.
“And does the thought of her fucking someone else make you jealous?”
He took another sip and smiled, looking up and right into my eyes, “you know, it should, but it doesn’t seem to. Actually,” I could tell the alcohol was taking the reins again, he leaned forward and whispered, “it kind of turns me on.” He blushed hard again.
“It does?”, I asked in mock surprise. It was my turn to lean in and whisper, “Do you masturbate while thinking about her fucking another man?” He moaned and I was afraid he was going to blow a load in his pants, but he quickly recovered. He looked at me sheepishly and nodded.
I leaned back again. “How certain are you she is cheating on you?”
“99.9%, honestly I am sure she is, there are other signs too. I would be far more surprised if she wasn’t.”
“So, how long since you actually fucked her yourself and didn’t just lick her pussy?”
“Oh, um…huh, I guess it’s been over 3 years now?” He sort of asked more than stated, “I hadn’t realized it had been that long.”
“So 3 years of licking her cheating pussy and masturbating and nothing else for you?” He blushed deeply again, looking at the floor and nodding. “That’s so sad. And she doesn’t even let you watch?”
His head snapped back up, “What??”
I laughed, “I’m kidding, but I bet you have jerked yourself off wishing you could watch, come on, don’t lie to me sweetie, look at me, you can tell I’ve been around longer than you.”
He looked at me. He probably wasn’t even 30 years old, probably not far off from half my age. I watched his eyes drinking in my long legs and thick thighs, he could see the curve of my thick MILF ass. He nodded slowly at me, his eyes locked on my body.
I uncrossed my legs, spreading them wide as I leaned towards him, I am sure he could see the snap closure of my tight bodysuit hugging my pussy. I breathed the words at him, “Sweetie, would you like to come upstairs to my room?” He downed the rest of his drink and nodded at me shyly.