After Bailey and I had sex in the hotel room, I escorted her to her car, where we said goodbye. I told her she could call me anytime and she took me up on that offer.
It seemed she called or texted most nights, and I was hoping her husband Eric wouldn’t get upset with both of us. However, he didn’t seem to mind.
Bailey seemed interested in my sex life in most of our conversations. Although it wasn’t great, I managed now and then.
When I asked her about their sex life, she sighed and told me she practically made Eric do her.
“That’s not good,” I said.
One night, I signed on to an internet dating site, to see if I could enhance my sex life better. I had a few hits and possibilities, mostly with married women who reminded me of Bailey: little or no sex life at home.
I checked my hometown to see if I recognized anyone and to see if Bailey or Eric was listed. I didn’t see anyone that could be either or both.
The next night as I was perusing the site, Bailey texted me, asking what I was doing.
I replied I was looking at porn.
Bailey immediately called.
“Are you really looking at porn?” she asked in an excited tone.
“No, I wanted to see what you’d say,” I answered.
“You’re full of it! I bet you are. What site are you looking at so we can look together.”
I told Bailey the name of the dating website I was on.
When she got to the website, she signed up for the free account, as I instructed her.
Once she entered the website, and looked around some, she gasped.
“Do you see something you like?” I teased.
“This site doesn’t lack for imagination,” Bailey’s voice almost quivered.
I asked if she was using her phone to look at the website. She said she had a laptop that Eric didn’t need, and she used it for her internet usage.
“Does he track your usage?” I asked.
“No, he asked about it once when I started using it. Anyway, he doesn’t seem to be interested. What do you like to look at on this site?” Bailey seemed to tease me, changing the subject.
“I like to check out married women who cheat on their husbands,” I laughed.
Bailey laughed, “Sure you do!”
Apparently, she looked up married women and told me to check it out, adding, “You’ve probably seen these already!”
It wouldn’t have done any good to deny it, so I went along with her.
“If you like these pictures, try the videos, but if Eric is nearby, you better turn off the sound!” I teased back.
We chatted about some of the things we saw for a bit longer, then I told Bailey I needed to go to sleep.
A few days passed before Bailey texted me again.
“Are you still looking at that website?” I joked.
“A little bit,” Bailey responded.
I bet she was lying.
We chatted about the usual things, and I tried to bait her into telling me what she was really doing.
This occurred a few times over the next several weeks, and I noticed Bailey’s texts and calls were dropping off to once a week.
One night, Bailey called, and we chatted about our lives some. But Bailey seemed different. So, I asked her about it.
Her reply got me aroused.
She began, “One night, I signed on that online dating site. If you remember, I filled out the profile when you and I first did it. Well, a while back, I put a picture of me on it. I met a few guys online, and we chatted in the messaging forums. There was this one guy. He was friendly and supportive. Then he became persistent about meeting. Eventually, we traded other pictures of ourselves, too.”
“Did you meet?” I asked.
“Yes, we met at a hotel.”
“Where was Eric?” I asked.
“He was at work,” Bailey answered, then explained how things went down.
“After Eric left for his job that morning, I checked the website for messages. This guy left me a note to meet him and wanted to know when we could set it up. I replied I could anytime, and mornings would be best for me.”
“Oh, wow!” I responded. “Then, what?”
Bailey sighed, “No sooner than I replied, he responded to meet him right away. He gave me the hotel name and asked me to meet him in the lobby.
I quickly showered, dressed casually in a light dress, and drove to the hotel. I couldn’t drive fast enough, and my heart was pounding, like it was about to break out. I couldn’t believe I was really doing this.”
“I bet,” I replied.
“I walked into the hotel lobby, and he met me and said I looked better in person than in the pictures I sent him. He didn’t waste time and brought me to his room.”
“Can you describe his looks?” I asked.
Bailey was quiet for a moment. Then, “He was as tall as Eric, maybe weighed more and I’d say he was about ten years older than I.”
“Interesting. Did he have a big one?” I teased.
“Oh, my goodness! Yes!” Bailey gushed.
“Oh?” I asked.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Bailey said in a hushed tone.
“I won’t. But what…” I couldn’t think of what to say.
Bailey answered, “You led me to that website, and later, I started watching different videos, the pictures and the stories. The erotic stories that were included caught my interest.”
“I suppose that’s normal,” I answered. “Which ones?” I asked.
Bailey paused, then said, “The ones about large cocks and what the women said about them.”
“UH, yeah. And you met this guy…” I replied.
“He did things to me that Eric never did and brought me to an arousal level I never experienced before. It was like having sex for the first time again.”
Bailey’s voice had a bit of nervousness to it, I noticed.
“How big was he?” I asked, being curious. I’d seen several interracial videos and pictures. I wondered if most women could really take something as big as some of the cocks I saw.
“I’d say he was nine or ten inches, and fat, too. I tried to put it in my mouth, but could only get the head and some in. Maybe a bit more than the head of it,” Bailey laughed. “It looked like a dark brown mushroom!”
“Damn!” was the only reply I could manage.
“The first couple of times, he was gentle with me and wore a condom. He had me in such a way, that I can’t describe. Maybe if I told another woman, perhaps she would understand. He had so much stamina, he wore me out,” Bailey added.
“So, you met this man again?” I asked.
“Yes, a few more times. I couldn’t say no to him. It’s like he has a spell on me,” Bailey said.
“You better be careful; you don’t want to get pregnant. What would Eric say?” I cautioned.
“Yes, you’re right. But I have decided to take birth control. I hope I can contain myself,” Bailey said quietly.
After a brief pause, Bailey asked when I would be returning. I told her it would be in another month when the holidays began.
She sighed and said she got herself into a mess.
Then, she said, “I try to get Eric to try different things, sexually. All he wants to do is get on top, get his rocks off, then go to sleep. He rarely wants to do oral. Sometimes I tried to suck him off and he would make me stop.”
“Damn!” was my only reply.
Bailey continued, “This guy liked to do everything. The last time we met, I decided first thing, to suck him off and make him cum. It took a few minutes for him, and when I sensed his point of climax, I started to stroke his cock fast, instead of sucking on it. He shot a large load all over my face and in my hair. It was something, like, there was a lot!”
I couldn’t respond, as I was intrigued as if I were having phone sex, while Bailey told me about her sexual escapades. My underwear was already tight, and Bailey wasn’t there to help me with it.
Bailey told me she sucked the man’s head and got some more cum and liked the taste. She said after that, the man fucked her hard and when he was about to have another orgasm, she told him to cum in her mouth.
She said, “He did, and it was another large amount of cum. It tasted salty and warm. I couldn’t forget the taste and the feel of the sex we had, hours after I left the hotel.”
I was stunned, aroused, and unable to reply.
By this time, I needed to remove my shorts, and I told Bailey she should be there to relieve me. She laughed and said she would when I returned.
Bailey changed the subject and talked a bit more about other things. Before she hung up, she said she couldn’t wait for me to return.
After we hung up, I found another porn website and took the matter into my hands.
