As I arrived home, I could feel his spunk had dribbled from my full pussy and gathered on my stocking tops.
The house was in darkness, so I entered the house quietly, hoping my husband was asleep and I could clean myself up.
I managed to sneak upstairs and into the toilet and clean myself up slightly, but my pussy was soaking wet with a mixture of both my own juices and his cum.
Slipping on my short nightdress, I managed get into bed without waking hubby, or so I thought.
“Hey, Honey, how was work?” I heard as he turned and wrapped his arm around my body.
“Oh, busy, but good,” I replied, the guilt coming back now.
Hubby held me and kissed my mouth and lips, the very lips that just over an hour ago had been wrapped around the biggest cock I’d seen.
I felt his fingers trace over my breasts through my thin nightdress, finding my nipples, which were already hard from thoughts of earlier.
I then felt his fingers trace their way down, over my stomach, towards my wet pussy, knowing I should stop him, but my mind was now totally controlled by my still throbbing pussy.
As hubby’s fingers reached my clit I gave a slight shudder.
“Mmmm, someone’s feeling hot and horny, it seems,” he said.
I managed to reply, “Oh god yes, I’ve been thinking about you all night, darling. I so wanted to be home here with you. I got all wet just thinking of being with you.”
As his fingers found my pussy, he slid them in so easily. “Ohh, it certainly has got you so wet, honey.”
I could feel his cock, now hard, against my leg, but all I could think of was the stranger’s cock from earlier (I realised then I didn’t even know his name), which just made me feel even more of a slut right then.
Hubby started kissing my neck, which he knows turns me on, and began whispering in my ear that he wanted to make love to me.
“Oh, darling, I’d love that, but I’m so tired from work tonight. If you wish, you can lick me, and perhaps in the morning we can make love,” I said as I now remembered what I’d been told before leaving the hotel room by my unknown guest.
So, in the darkness, hubby shuffled down under the duvet, kissing down my body as he sought out my pussy
As his tongue lapped for the first time at my pussy lips, he exclaimed, “Ohh, Honey, you definitely are so wet tonight.”
All I could think of now, though, was wondering if he could smell and taste the stranger’s cum from my used pussy
His tongue licking my pussy, which had earlier been filled full of a stranger’s big, thick cock, who had filled it full of cum, was making me so horny.
It therefore didn’t take long to make me cum as my body began shaking, with my orgasm, as my juices flowed over his tongue and into his mouth.
Thankfully, my hubby only said, “Wow, you must have been extra horny tonight, honey,” as he rose from under the covers to kiss me. The kiss seemed a strange taste, a mixture of my juices together with remnants of my guests’ cum.
I then cuddled up with my husband as we drifted off to sleep together, me having a totally satisfied feeling all through my body.
When I returned to work at the hotel, two days later, I discovered the guest in that room had left the day before.
All day, as I was working, my mind kept thinking back to that evening, how sexy and horny he had made me feel.
My pussy got wet and my nipples hard again, just thinking about what happened, how I’d cheated on my husband.
A week had passed since that night with the guest, and my life had returned to what you’d call normality.
It was early evening, and my husband was upstairs on the computer as I was watching TV, when I received a message on my phone.
Hey, my little married slut. I’m back at the hotel and was disappointed to find out that you are not working.
I hesitated, then replied, Yes, it’s my day off.
My phone pinged again. Well, I want you to come to my room now, and dress sexily.
I looked at the message, thinking I can’t do that. But my body was tingling as I also thought of the pleasure that he had given me that time before.
But I replied, I can’t my husband’s here.
Ping. I don’t care, make an excuse.
My mind was now in turmoil. My nipples, my pussy were telling me yes, go, but part of my mind was saying you’re a married woman, you can’t do this.
However, I typed a reply and pressed send.
I then headed upstairs and spoke to my husband, “I’m sorry, but work needs me to go in tonight for a couple of hours, hope that’s okay, darling.”
“Yes, of course, that’s fine, I have work I need to do on the computer too,” he replied.
I went into the bedroom to prepare myself, stripping off, then slipping on my black 6-strap suspender belt and sliding my black fishnet stockings on, attaching them to the clips.
My nipples were hard, and my pussy was tingling with thoughts of what I was doing.
I put on my black half cup bra, so that breast were supported, but my nipples showed over the top.
I also picked out my sexy little maid’s outfit, which I had in my sexy drawer, and slipped it on. I decided not to wear any panties.
Looking in the mirror, I thought, God, I look like a slut, but I’m sure that’s what he wanted from me.
I covered the maid’s outfit with my knee-length coat to leave the house and for travelling, and shoved a skirt and top in a bag to change into for coming home.
I wore my flat shoes for driving, but picked out the highest heels I owned to change into when I got to the hotel. They are 5″ black, open-toed shoes, and I shoved them in the bag I was taking.
As I headed downstairs, I just shouted, “Bye, darling, hopefully I won’t be too late,” to my husband and headed out to the car.
As I drove to the hotel, I felt myself get excited with the anticipation, not believing what I was doing. However, it seemed my body was controlling me, as my nipples already ached and my pussy was wet.
I parked the car, slipped on my high-heeled shoes, and walked across the car park into the hotel.
I managed to sneak in through the staff entrance without anyone seeing me and headed up the stairs to the room number he had given me.
As I reached the landing where his room was, I slipped off my coat and walked along the corridor, feeling my bare pussy tingle underneath the short dress, until I reached his room number.
I knocked on the door and waited, stood there in my short maid’s outfit, with my nipples poking through, above the half cup bra, the skirt of the short dress barely covering my stocking tops as I stood tall in 5″ High heels.
“Who is it?” I heard him say through the closed door.
I replied softly, “Its me, the maid.”
“I don’t know any maids,” he said, “Who are you really?”
I realised now what he meant, what he wanted me to say, but I was nervous as I stood in a public corridor, dressed like a slut, at my place of work.
However, I knocked again, saying, “I’m your married little slut,” looking nervously around the corridor, checking if anyone around might hear and see me.
“I will just be a minute, my little slut.” he shouted as the door two down now opened. A couple exited and walked past me, and I could hear the female mutter “whore” as they passed me.
I felt embarrassed, slightly humiliated, but incredibly horny, as I was still standing there waiting to be let into the room. The couple kept looking back at me, obviously talking about me.
Just then, the door opened, and he stood there looking at me with a huge smile on his face. “Well, my little slut, you look amazing. Give me a twirl.”
I now just wanted to get into the room, but I gave a twirl as he wished, the hem of my maid’s dress lifting, showing I wasn’t wearing any panties.
That happened just at the moment a man walked out of the room behind me, saying, “Very sexy, where can I get such a maid service?” smirking to himself as he walked away.
My stranger (I only knew of him as Mr M from the hotel register) said, “Maybe I should loan you to him, slut.”
OMG, that was something I hadn’t ever contemplated, him sharing me with others, but somehow, I found the thought so hot and horny.
Eventually, I was allowed to enter his room and told to lie down on the bed.
He closed the door behind me and followed me to the bed, grabbing me around my waist from behind before I could sit down, pulling me close and kissing the back and sides of my neck, getting me so turned on.
Being dressed like a slut and seen by others, not only in public but also at my place of work, had me so wet already, and the wonderful, sexy attention he was giving to one of my most erogenous zones, my neck (something my husband doesn’t do often even though he knows) had me dripping wet and desperate for his cock.
He only had pants on, and I could feel his big cock rubbing and pushing against my ass, making me wanting, needing him even more.
He must have had a change of heart as he pushed me past the bed until I was standing pressed against the full-length window of the room. The room was right opposite another block of rooms of the hotel, and with the light in our room on, anyone looking out their window would see us.
As he rubbed his cock against me from behind, he alternated between kissing and nibbling my neck again. He was whispering into my ear, things like “Did my little slut enjoy others seeing her dressed like this?”
“Would my little slut like it if others were watching as I fucked you, in full view, in the window?”
God, he really did know how to turn me on, how to get my pussy so wet.
“Well, my little slut?”
“I just need your cock in me; I don’t care who sees us.” I was shocked at hearing such words come from my mouth.
Maybe I am a slut.
I felt him pulling down his pants, his bare cock now rubbing against me.
He placed his hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to push my ass back, and my face and breasts pressed against the cold glass of the window.
A light came on, straight across from this room, and I could clearly see a man go to close the curtains but stop as he was, looking directly at us.
I now felt him rub his cock along my soaking wet pussy lips as I moved my hips, trying to get his tip inside me.
The man across didn’t close the curtains but stood watching as I suddenly felt the head of his cock penetrate my hole so easily.
I was pushing back against him now, taking him deeper, as he told me, “Such a good little slut, and I’m sure the man across was wanking, knowing we were giving him a show.”
He continued to fuck me hard, his balls slapping against my ass as he ploughed his cock deep in me, making me moan and scream with so much pleasure.
It was true, I was his slut, I’d do anything he wished of me right now. Anything to feel his cock fucking me, anything to have the levels of sexual pleasure I was getting, which I now knew was something I’d been missing with my husband.
I couldn’t control myself, and as my body tensed, I felt a strange feeling run through my body and from my pussy.
“Good little slut, that’s it, squirt for me.”
Me!!! I’ve never squirted before, but my juices were running from me, covering his thighs.
As I looked out the window, I realised we were still being watched from across the way. I’d completely forgotten about him.
I’d not only become a slut needing my guests’ big cock over and over, whenever he wanted me, but seemed to be also now an exhibitionist, dressing sexily and slutty in public and enjoying the fact I’d been watched, being fucked like the slut I am now, in full view in the room window.