My name is Evelyn, and I’m married to a wonderful man called Dave. I work in a hotel as a maid cleaning rooms, etc.
One evening, I was working in this room, turning down covers and placing chocolates on the pillows, when I saw a small jewellery box lying on the table.
Being inquisitive, I opened it to find a beautiful gold necklace in the box.
I lifted it out to look; it was so gorgeous, a gold chain with a rose petal head with a red ruby in the rose. I just had to try it on.
I walked over to the mirror, slipping the necklace around my neck and letting the rose petal head with a red ruby drop fall between my cleavage.
As I looked in the mirror, I unbuttoned another button on my white blouse so I could see it nestled within my cleavage.
It looked wonderful.
I ran my hands over my black, mid-thigh-length skirt, smoothing it against my legs and feeling the suspender clips through the fabric as I did so. (Dave always loves me wearing stockings and suspenders, so I always wear them, even to work).
I was wearing 3″ black high-heeled shoes, more comfortable for work than the 4/5″ heels I usually wear when with my husband.
I was just about to take the necklace off and put it back in the box when I heard a coughing noise behind me.
As I turned around, I saw a man looking at me. I tried to stutter an apology, but he stopped me, asking, “Do you go around stealing things from all your guests?”
I tried to tell him I wasn’t stealing the necklace, but he stopped me, as he said, “We will just have to let your Hotel Manager and the Police decide on that.”
“No, please, don’t call them,” I said loudly.
“Why should I not?” he replied.
“Please, please don’t.” I pleaded with him now.
I couldn’t afford to lose my job; money was tight, even with both my husband and me earning.
“Please,” I begged him, “I can’t lose my job.”
He moved closer to me, saying, “Well, the necklace does look good on you, and it sits well in your cleavage,” making me blush, as I now realised I had unbuttoned my blouse and I was showing lots of my cleavage to this stranger.
He took me in his arms, looking into my eyes, and said, “I’m sure we can come to some agreement.” A smile is now evident on his face.
It took me a minute to realise what, I think, he was suggesting. Was he implying that I have sex with him, so that he would not report me? He then took me in his arms and moved in to kiss me, but I resisted.
“No, please don’t. I’m a married woman.” I said, but he just replied, “Well, perhaps I should just call the Manager and the Police now?”
“No, please don’t do that, I’m sorry, but I wasn’t trying to steal the necklace. I was just trying it on, as it looked so beautiful.” I tried explain and plead with him.
“Well, it looks to me like you were trying to steal it, and I’m sure that’s how your Manager and the Police will see it, too.”
He came closer and again moved in to kiss me. I didn’t respond, but thought that if I perhaps let him kiss me, then he would stop at that.
I felt his lips touch mine, feeling him kiss me tenderly. It felt nice, but I couldn’t respond; I’m married.
However, as he continued kissing me, my mind began to become conflicted.
I’m married; this shouldn’t be happening. But it felt so good, and my lips began to respond to his wonderful, tender, but yet at the same time, passionate kisses.
My lips opened, and his tongue slipped inside my mouth now, as I felt his kisses become more urgent. I was beginning to feel turned on by them.
My lips clamped shut as I began to suck on his tongue in my mouth, and before I realised, I was kissing him back, hard, urgent, and passionately, wanting this. My mind is now buzzing with the sensations.
I knew this was wrong, but I could feel my skin tingle as we kissed. My nipples also began to harden under my blouse and lacy bra.
I couldn’t help but get more turned on as I felt my nipples getting so hard now.
Instinctively, my arms went up around his neck, holding him tightly now, when I suddenly felt his hand tracing up my thigh underneath my skirt.
I wanted to stop, but something seemed to stop me, and I seemed to part my legs further, automatically, giving him greater access to my bare pussy underneath my skirt ( I hadn’t worn panties, intending to surprise Dave when I got home).
I locked my lips tighter to his as his fingers crept up higher on my thigh, knowing that at any second, he’d find out my secret.
As his fingers found the bare pussy I gave out a muffled moan of pleasure, as his lips moved to my ear and whispered, “Ohhh, I knew you’d be a little slut, no panties, eh.”
His fingers traced over my pussy lips now, which were beginning to become wet, as he kept whispering into my ear, telling me what he intended to do to me and that he would make me his slut.
Sex with my Husband had become so mundane, and hearing him whisper such dirty things in my ear was having the effect of making me wetter and hornier.
I was now lost in the sexual pleasures his fingers were exerting on my pussy, feeling them dip inside for the first time.
“Mmm, my little slut is so wet, you want this, don’t you?” he whispered.
I could only muster a stuttered “Y, Y, YES.S.S.S, Oh god, Yes.”
Now my body was ruling my mind as I began to submit to the pleasure.
As he fingered my pussy his other hand took mine, and I felt my fingers touch him through his trousers.
I let him move my hand over what felt like a large bulge in his trousers, which already felt bigger than my husband’s.
It was like he was reading my mind. “Is that bigger than your husband’s?” he whispered as he let go of my hand now, but I never removed it from his bulge.
“Oh yes, it definitely feels bigger, I replied.
His voice brought me back from my trance-like state, as he told me, no, ordered me, “Get down on your knees and take it out.”
I don’t know why, but I found myself just complying with this stranger’s orders as I sank to my knees, my fingers clumsily unbuckling his belt.
As I pushed his trousers down over his hips, I could see clearer now the bulge in his pants that moments ago I’d been rubbing through his trousers.
I just leaned in and kissed him through his pants.
I heard him say, “Oh, you teasing little slut.”
My fingers ran over his growing bulge as I then slipped them into the waistband of his pants and slowly peeled them down.
As I pushed them down over his hips, his cock sprang free.
OMG, I was just staring at his cock, which was so much bigger and thicker than my husband’s, when I felt his hand on the back of my head, as he rubbed his cock against my lips.
“Open them slut,” he said, “Suck my cock.”
Again, as though in some sort of trance, I automatically complied with his orders, opening my mouth as he slid the tip of his cock between my lips now.
I had to open my mouth wider just to take the head of his cock in my mouth, definitely not like sucking off my husband’s smaller cock.
“C’mon, my little slut, suck it, show me what a good dirty little cocksucker you are.” He encouraged me.
I began sucking on his cock, as best I could, struggling slightly though, as I was not used to having a cock this size in my mouth.
His grip tightened in my hair as he began to slide his cock slowly, deeper, in my mouth.
“Mmmmm, you are a good little cocksucker,” he said as my mouth stretched around his thick cock, feeling myself gag slightly for the very first time.
I felt my head being pushed forward, forcing my mouth deeper still, forcing saliva to pool in my mouth, around the cock stuffed deep, filling my mouth fully now.
Suddenly, my head was pulled from his cock, and strings of saliva stretched from his cock to my mouth.
I was then lifted onto my heels once again, his hands moving down to my thighs, pushing my skirt up over my hips. My bare, now soaking wet, pussy on full view to him.
I was immediately pushed back onto the edge of the bed, and my legs lifted in the air. As he held my legs high and wide by my high heels, he rubbed his cock along the wet folds of my pussy lips, before slipping the head of his cock in my hole.
I gave out a loud moan as I felt my pussy being stretched wider than ever before around the head of his cock.
He started to shove his cock deeper, making me moan out loud with a mixture of pain, with him being so much bigger and thicker than I’d ever experienced, but also with some pleasure.
As he began to fuck me, he was calling me his dirty little married slut.
Thoughts that I was cheating on my husband had been pushed to the back of my mind, but hearing him call me this brought it back to the fore.
I began to panic slightly, “No, oh god please I am married, I can’t,” but my mind was so conflicted now, the guilt, but also the pleasure from my pussy.
Suddenly, he stopped moving, “Do you want me to stop, my little slut?”
My mind was reeling, as my body was now needing to feel more pleasure from the wonderful fucking he had been giving me. However, the realisation that I was cheating on my husband caused this conflict.
It had begun as if I had no choice, but now I was an eager, willing participant in my unfaithfulness.
“No, no, please, please don’t stop,” I heard myself plead.
“What do you want, my little slut? Tell me,” he replied.
“Please keep fucking me,” I said softly.
“You want to be my little married slut?” he still hadn’t resumed fucking me, just holding his cock deep inside me, filling my pussy.
“Yes, oh god yes,” I almost screamed out.
“Tell me what you are.”
“I.. I’m your little married slut” I screamed, “please fuck me.”
He resumed fucking me, now just ramming his cock hard and deep in my soaking wet pussy, making me groan and moan with pleasure, talking to me all the time now, telling me what a wonderful little slut I am, how he’s going to fill my pussy with his cum and send me home to my husband.
The fucking and his words had me so close, and then I felt my body quiver and tremble as I felt my pussy contract around his cock, as I started to cum.
I felt my juices swirl around the cock inside me and dribble out onto my thigh. My body is shaking now as I had an orgasm from just being fucked, something my husband never manages to do to me.
“That’s it, my married slut, cum for me,” as he just kept pounding me through my orgasm, until I felt him tense, his cock pulse inside me, and then unleash his sperm deep in my pussy.
As he then slid his cock from my well fucked pussy, I could feel his cum inside me.
Not only was he bigger and thicker than my husband, but he shot way more spunk than he did.
As he pulled out fully, he looked at me, smiling and said, “Now take that cum filled married pussy home to your husband, and don’t let him fuck you, but be sure to make him lick your cunt tonight.”
“What! but he is sure to know I’ve been fucked?” I said, shocked.
“I’m sure you will think of something, some way, to keep it from him knowing. Now go,” he ordered me.
I got up off the bed, pushing my skirt down over my hips and smoothing it down over my thighs, definitely feeling like a slut, with cum dribbling onto my thighs.
He told me to give him my mobile number, which I did, not thinking of any possible consequences.
As I then walked towards the door, he called after me.
“Slut, the necklace, leave it on the table. I will be in touch.”
I removed the necklace, which was now the reason that I felt guilty, but also why I had enjoyed so much more pleasure.
I placed it down on the table and then left the room and headed home to my Husband.