If These Walls Could Talk

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31. Stranger

“I don’t understand why you have to leave tonight,” he whined.

“Because I have to be there by seven in the morning and it’s a four hour drive. I think you can survive one night without me,” packing my overnight bag.

Kyle and I have been married for twenty years and we go through this every year when I have a work conference. We’ve gotten into a routine with each other but it feels a bit, stagnant. I miss the spontaneity that was there years ago.

I’m looking forward to the night to myself and away. No cooking, cleaning, or laundry.

After working half the day, I plug the hotel’s address into my GPS and hit the road. I should get there between four and five, I plan to get something to eat, shower and relax.

Kyle called me a dozen times looking for things and whining that he had to make his own dinner.

“Kyle! We’ve lived in that house for twenty years, you know where stuff is! Your clothes for tomorrow are hanging on the bedroom door. Would you stop calling me, traffic is terrible.” Feeling like I just scolded a child.

He huffs, “well forgive me. Enjoy your conference,” hanging up.

Finally I arrived, my company put me up in a really nice hotel. After checking in, I shower and head down the restaurant to get something to eat.

Files are laying on the table as I’m going over things for tomorrow, enjoying a drink.

“Excuse me,” the voice is deep and sultry.

Looking up I see a tall, tanned, tone, specimen of a man. “Yes?”

“Do you know where the restrooms are?”

He glanced at my wedding rings, “traveling alone?”

“Work trip.”

“I see,” sitting down next to me.

“You’re husband doesn’t mind you being gone?” his voice is so sexy I could cum just listening to him.

Trying to get my mind out of the gutter, it’s been a while. “He’s fine and it’s just for tonight.”

Leaning in close to me, “I can smell how horny you are,” placing my hand on his hard dick, “and I know just what you need.”

He feels massive under his jeans. “Excuse me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun,” pushing my hand down. “It’s just one night,” leaning closer, “aren’t you at least curious as to what I can do?”

I’m kicking myself for not bringing my vibrator. I can’t. Can I? I mean it’s just one night and Kyle hasn’t satisfied me in months.

“Come on. You know you want to. My room is down the hall, I’ve got protection if we need it.”

I drop my things off at my room, make sure that I’m clean shaven, change into the robe hanging in my bathroom, and head to his room.

He answers the door wearing only his boxers with a very obvious tent in them, “come in,” shutting the door behind me, “let’s get down to business.”

It takes seconds for us to be naked and before I lose my nerve, I lie down on the bed. It’s just some strange right?

He drops his boxers and the most magnificent dick I’ve ever seen slaps against his stomach. I lick my lips and crawl to the edge of the bed, I want to taste him.

Holding my hair out of the way he rocks his hips forward, “take it all, you greedy little thing you,” pushing my head down.

I do take him all and I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, my jaw will be sore tomorrow.

His grip tightened, holding me still while he assaulted my mouth. His thrusts were so hard I had tears in my eyes and salvia running down my chin. “I’m going to destroy your pussy. When I’m done with you you’ll never want to fuck your husband again,” filling my mouth with his semen.

Satisfied with myself I lay back smiling, “nice dick.

Pulling me to the edge of the bed, “does your husband eat your pussy?”

“Not in a long time,” he’s become a one pump chump. Two minutes and he’s done.

“Let me show you what you’re missing,” holding my lips apart and running his tongue along them.

Within seconds he’s eating me like a dog with a bone. Doing things to me I didn’t even know were possible.

“Oh god! I’m going to cum!”

Replacing his tongue with his fingers, “that’s the goal. I’m going to make you scream for more,” pounding me with his fingers.

“Ahh!” My orgasm was massive.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” sliding a condom on.

My legs on his shoulders he pounded me like a rag doll, grunting and groaning until he filled the barrier between us.

“Want more?”

“If you’ll give me more,” of course I want more mind blowing sex.

“I’ll give you as much as you want,” sliding on another condom.

There wasn’t an inch of that hotel room he didn’t fuck me on. I had forgotten how much fun it could be. He fucked me on the bed, table, chair, against the wall, over the sink. So many places, so many positions. I never realized what I was missing.

He was taking off the sixth condom for the night when I looked at the time, 3am. Time for one more round, maybe two.

“We’ve got time for a few more rounds, if your up to it,” trying to catch my breath.

“I’m out of condoms, wasn’t planning on having sex this much.”

Neither was I, wasn’t planning on having any, “so I guess we’re done?”

“Pull out?”

“I’m good with that,” wiggling my ass at him.

I’ve lost track of how many orgasms I’ve had tonight and I know there’s more to come.

His grip on my hips is so tight, I’m sure I’ll have bruises on them. Not to mention my pussy, he’s not showing me any mercy.

“I should’ve run out of condoms sooner, you feel so good,” going even harder.

He pulls out and I can feel his cum hitting my back. “One more? I’ve got a meeting at nine.”

I can skip the breakfast, “sure, one more.”

He rolls me over and slides back in, like he never stopped.

I don’t know that I’ll be able to walk very well tomorrow, let alone talk because of all the screaming. “Don’t stop!”

He twitches inside of me and by the look on his face, he just came inside me. “I’m sorry. I-I couldn’t hold it.”

“It’s fine,” it should be. Noticing it’s after seven, “I have to go and get ready for my conference. I enjoyed myself.”

“As did I.”

I put my robe back on, he walks me to the door and I go back to my room. Showered, dressed, and ready, I put my bag in my car and head for the conference.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Karen starts, “I’d like to introduce the new head of marketing, Mr. Andrew Rogers.”

I’m so sore, I can barely sit. Looking up, I see a familiar face on the make shift stage, him.

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