He just kept pounding my pussy as I squirted all around his cock.
As he fucked me, he kept talking to me.
“Did your husband lick my sluts used pussy last week?”
“Did it turn you on knowing he was licking my cum from your pussy,”
“Did he know?”
I only managed, through what seemed constant orgasms taking over my body, to moan a “Yes,” “Yes,” and “No” to his questions.
Then he told me to open my eyes and to focus on our voyeur across the way, as he fucked me so hard.
His cock was making squelching sounds due to the amount of juices flowing around in my pussy, his balls now loudly slapping against my ass.
I was trying to look at the man watching us, in the other room across, but it was so hard to fully focus as I felt what seemed the biggest load of spunk ever, flood my insides, as he pushed so deep inside me, as he cum.
This pushed me fully over the edge, and I felt my whole body shaking as I orgasmed so violently, just screaming out incoherent words, making no sense.
He had to hold me up as my legs began to buckle under the intense orgasm.
I was standing against the window, my face flushed with the afterglow of a wonderful fucking, his cum and my juices dribbling, no flowing, down my thighs, now soaking the tops of my stockings.
He suddenly brought me back to my senses, as he slapped my ass hard with his hand, making my skin feel hot and so tingly.
I just gave a soft whimper as he whispered in my ear, “You like that, my little slut? Maybe next time. Now go home, I will message you tomorrow if I want you.”
He just opened the door and ushered me out into the corridor.
There are three or four people in the corridor, all looking at me.
I must have looked like a prostitute to them, my hair dishevelled, cum on my stocking tops which were just visible below my short maid’s dress, tottering away on my 5″ high heels.
However, he likely left them in no doubt that I was just a married slut, as he shouted after me, “Make sure that useless husband of yours licks my cum from your pussy, slut.” He then just closed the door.
I was being humiliated in front of these other guests, but it just turned me on. Why?
I slipped through the door to the stairs, so I didn’t need to pass reception when leaving the hotel, hoping no one would see me, especially any of my staff colleagues.
There were a few around the kitchen; they seemed so busy that I was sure they didn’t notice me slip out into the car park to my car.
I got in and just sat there taking in what I had done, what I’d become over the past week.
I drove home, stopping on the way to change into my more respectable blouse and skirt and flat shoes and to freshen up.
Once home, I greeted hubby, who was still upstairs on PC, with a long kiss.
“Mmm, honey, that was some kiss.”
“Come to bed, darling,” I said as I took his hand, leading him through to our bedroom.
I left the lights off as we undressed, saying it would be more horny that way.
Once we were under the covers, snuggling up together, we began kissing and touching each other.
I felt his cock, which was hard but nowhere near as big or thick as the cock which had fucked me earlier.
Again, I whispered to him, “Darling, please lick me. I love how you make me feel when you lick me.”
He moved down my body, kissing my skin as he went, finally reaching my clit and pussy. “Mmmm, you are so wet again, darling.”
“Yes, I know I am,” I said to him. “Please, honey, please just lick me, make me cum.”
He lapped away at my pussy as I pressed myself against his mouth and tongue, like some sort of insatiable woman. This continued until I felt my body tense tightly before I felt it shake and shiver, as I orgasmed, holding my husband’s head tight against my pussy as I squirted juices into his mouth and over his chin.
After all the nights’ exertions, I just cuddled into my husband now and drifted off to sleep, my thoughts and dreams filled with the need for my stranger’s big cock and how I can’t seem to control my sexual urges to please him.
When I woke up in the morning, my nipples were again hard, and my pussy was wet and throbbing.
I made my husband go down and eat me once more, grinding my pussy on his mouth until I came, squirting juices again.
“Wow, what’s got into you, honey? You never cum like that before,” he said, surprised but happy it seemed.
“I just love you, darling, and your tongue is so amazing,” I lied, knowing that it was thoughts of my new lover that constantly had me so horny now.
Hubby got showered first, and by the time I was ready to go into the shower, he was already dressed and ready to leave for work.
“Remember I have that Sportsman’s Dinner tonight, Honey, and I’m staying over as it doesn’t finish until 1 am,” he reminded me as he kissed me goodbye.
“Oh, ok darling, I’d forgotten, but they are short-staffed at the hotel, so I might be asked to work another shift overnight, so that’s not a problem then.” I again lied.
“Enjoy your evening, Dave darling,” I said as I just kissed him on the cheek.
“I’ll try, and I hope working these extra hours doesn’t tire you out too much, honey,” he replied.
If he only knew what was likely to be tiring me out, I was thinking, laughing to myself.
As I showered, getting ready for work, I made sure my pussy was nice and bare and smooth. As I was doing so, I couldn’t fight the urge to play with myself.
I slipped my finger inside my wet pussy, then another, realising that my pussy, which had always felt so tight when I fingered myself, now felt a lot looser. I even managed to slip a third finger inside me with ease.
Oh god, I also seemed to cum a whole lot easier and also squirted more when I came. I leaned back against the wall of the shower to steady myself, as I had a wonderful, powerful orgasm, thinking of my stranger’s cock fucking me and how wonderful he made me feel.