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A guy we've met a couple times in the past messaged that he'd be in town last week. Unfortunately our kids' schedules just didn't align with meeting until the day he'd be flying home. He kept his hotel for a late checkout so I could come by to give him a nice sendoff.

I headed to his hotel without my husband. The plan/hope was that he'd get out of the office a little early to at least see part of the action I was about to experience. Our kids were at home, being watched by my parents, so I dressed normally in a simple blouse and jeans… jeans that were already getting a little damp with anticipation.

I walked by the front desk casually. It is a local hotel that we frequent for such rendezvous: I've seen the guy at the desk before, and I wonder how much he recognized me, or what he thought my situation was. Was I a businesswoman who came in for day trips and needed no real luggage? Or was I a high-class whore who entertained their guests? I hoped he thought the latter. Maybe it wasn't too far off, except I get paid in orgasms rather than cash.

Up the elevator and to his room, and I knocked. He greeted me with a big hug and a squeeze of my ass - hands on both cheeks - before pulling me in. I thanked him for inviting me over, and gave him a deep, French kiss to prove my gratitude. We groped one another, standing, me remembering his body from the last time I had felt it. When was that? Maybe a year ago?

He sat on the side of the bed and unbuttoned my jeans as I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my bra. He pulled me in, breathing in my sex and grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly. I pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top of his face so he could feel just how moist from anticipation I was. His tongue darted into me, lapping at my pussy entrance and flicking along my clit. I pulled his face into me, needing to be pleasured. He pulled off his shorts, releasing his cock, already throbbing. I reached back, tugging on in, feeling it harden even more if that were even possible.

I moved down, aiming his cock at my pussy entrance, and lowered myself onto it. It felt GOOD, my eyesight gave out a little as I slowly pushed down onto his erection. We stared at one another as I recovered from the initial penetration, then slowly moved up… then back down, never leaving his gaze. It had been a while since I'd been so alone with another man, so I savored the rare, one-on-one intimacy that I was experiencing.

I kept my cowgirl grind slow for several minutes, occasionally leaning down to brush my hair against his chest and face. Then I'd sit up to push him into me as deep as possible, grinding forward to rub my clit against him. He became more demanding, pushing his pelvis up into me. I came, holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance.

He moved from under me, and lay me flat on my stomach. He moved around me, pulling my butt up and placing a pillow under me. I felt exposed, my ass in the air with my sloppy pussy dripping onto the pillow. He fingered me, a little roughly, feeling my wetness and anticipating how it would feel sticking his cock back in from my backside. I didn't have to wait long, as he pushed into me from behind, burying his cock into me in the prone state.

His body collapsed onto me, cock still inside, and he kissed and bit my neck. It felt amazing: I'm tall, so a man that could stick me from behind and still make out with me was wonderful. I could feel his aggression, his need to push into me, to mark me as his. My whimpers only encouraged his actions, his nibbles on my neck and shoulder, his need to shove his dick in me as deep as possible.

With a need that was clearly rising, he turned me around, kissing me deeply as I found his erection and pointed it back to where I needed it, ready to feel him fuck in missionary. I wrapped my legs around him, tightly, not wanting his manhood to leave my body. He kept himself buried inside me, only a couple short thrusts occasionally as we held one another tightly, our mouths stuck together as our tongues danced around one another. I came, my moans muffled by his mouth, my pussy and lower body spasming all around him.

His own orgasm had built up, he pulled away from our kiss to stare at me as he grunted and grunted again as I felt his cock swell with each jet of cum being sprayed into me. I hadn't really come down from my climax, I was in bliss for several minutes.

He collapsed on me, a few short kisses as we enjoyed the afterglow.

Eventually he went to the bathroom to shower and clean up just as a knock came. My husband had arrived too late to see the sex act. But he could see the aftermath. I opened the door, naked, my body a mess from sweat, drool, and another man's semen all over my inner thighs.

Friday before last was my husband's birthday. Being the good hotwife that I am, I knew what he'd want most: for me to get multiple orgasms from another man.

A week before, I suggested I might set something up on my own. To ensure he was on board, I did this while his erection was either in me or wrapped by my gentle fingers. He's usually the planner and finder for our trysts, but this time it would be me. His only knowledge was that something would be happening for his birthday.

We'd met with this young stud a couple of times before: once in a hotel, and once at his apartment when his roomate was gone and we didn't have time for a hotel. He is an amazing lover, and my husband completely approved of him, so I called him up to see if he could provide his services to me, during the day while my husband was still at work. This was the other twist: I'd be meeting him alone, and giving my husband a play-by-play - in texts and in texted images - throughout my little encounter. Of course, my husband didn't know the planning until the morning of his birthday.

On that day, I woke him with a gentle handjob (he'd fallen asleep naked after we'd had sex the night before). I whispered happy birthday to him, and asked if he wanted to know about his present. Hard cock trying to fuck my hand, he was excited to hear what I had in store. I asked if he remembered the guy I'd set plans up for: turns out that I'd had so many lovers over the years that he wasn't quite sure. "Well," I said, "I guess I'll remind you of him while I text you pics of us throughout the day while you sit at work." I could feel his erection grow harder, and I squeezed it to prevent any premature orgasm. "That's right, honey. I'll go to him today, he will fuck me, I'll let you know how good he is making me feel, showing you what his dick does to me, and you can come home to your party knowing your wife was thoroughly fucked by a hot young stud."

Grip or no grip, he popped at the thought. I've rarely played solo, so this was a rare twist that was a mindfuck for him.

He went to work, and a few hours later my mother came over to watch the kids so I could "run a few errands" before the party. If she noticed my tight jeans and cum-fuck-me looks she didn't say. And I was off to my lover's apartment in Queen Anne, a quick text to my husband of my outfit and a message, "headed to my lover's home."

The ride was longer than it should have been, and the stop-and-go traffic across the bridge allowed me to send several messages to my husband and to my ready and willing boytoy. "My pussy is so ready for you, I'm rubbing it in my car," I texted, followed by "Oops, sorry, honey, that was meant for my lover."

I headed up to his apartment on the second floor. He opened the door, and gave me a long, passionate kiss as his neighbor was across the hallway. It made me feel slutty; I was clearly much older and, had they thought about it, was clearly there for something more than a friendly visit. But he ushered me in, and butterflies filled my stomach. I rarely meet guys one-on-one, and this felt very intimate. "Tall, blonde, and handsome" is a perfect description of him, and he made me feel wanted immediately.

It didn't take long to move to the bedroom, plenty of pics being taken of the undressing he was doing of me. He had free reign of my phone, and freely sent pic after pic to my husband. A pic of me looking up at him and the camera as I pulled his cock into my mouth; a pic of my spread legs begging him to come fill me; a pic of his dick rubbing up and down my pussy; a pic of him balls-deep inside; a pic of me clearly in orgasm that I don't even remember him taking. They all went to my husband.

He filled me, unloading inside me in missionary, kissing passionately. It felt good, despite my husband not being there. Or perhaps because of it. We laid naked, talking, a moment of 2 lovers happy in a very naughty encounter. He kissed me deeply, and I kissed back, tongues darting into noe another's mouths. This was the only video he made, of our deep, long kiss.

He was hard again, and I wanted to show my appreciation. I mounted him, cowgirl and reverse-cowgirl a couple times. He had been taking pictures until it got more passionate. He put my phone down, and I looked into his eyes as I rode him.

"You missed my pussy, didn't you?" I got out, grinding down as hard as I could. He moaned, I locked lips with him, and he pushed up into me, causing me to move up in the air and fall over onto him simultaneously. I could feel the expansion of his cock as pumped several shots of semen into me.

We both collapsed, laying exhaused. But I had a party to go to. I had a husband and family and friends waiting at home for me. He beat me home, and could only get a couple passionate kisses in while we had to do the family thing. He wanted to go upstairs with me for a bit, just to feel, just to hold his well-fucked wife in privacy. "Wait til later, honey," I told him. "Let another man's victory stay inside your wife for a while longer."

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