She walked into the hotel bar like she owned the place, short black dress hugging her hips, no bra, nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her husband had told her to go out and get fucked, so here she was, scanning the room for a cock worth riding. She spotted him at the end of the bar, tall, broad shoulders, wedding ring still on. Perfect.
She slid onto the stool next to him, legs crossed high so the dress rode up her thighs. "Buy me a drink and I'll let you fuck my married cunt," she said straight out. No small talk. He grinned, ordered two whiskeys, and twenty minutes later they were in the elevator with his hand already under her dress, fingers shoving her panties aside to rub her wet slit.
The second the door to the room clicked shut he pushed her against it, yanking the dress down so her tits spilled out. He sucked one nipple hard while two fingers jammed into her pussy, pumping fast. "Your husband's a lucky bastard letting this tight hole out to play," he growled. She moaned and spread her legs wider, grinding down on his hand. "He likes hearing about it after. Now shut up and fuck me."
He spun her around, bent her over the desk, and ripped her panties off. His cock was thick and already leaking when he pulled it out. He slapped it against her ass a few times then drove straight in, burying every inch in one thrust. She gasped, gripping the edge of the desk as he started pounding her hard from behind, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The wet sounds of her cunt taking him filled the room.
"Fuck yes, use that married pussy," she panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he fucked her, making her legs shake. She came first, cunt clamping down on his cock, juices running down her thighs. He didn't slow down, just kept slamming into her until he pulled out and spun her to face him again.
"On your knees," he ordered. She dropped and took him straight into her mouth, tasting her own cream on his shaft. He fucked her face, hands in her hair, cock hitting the back of her throat until spit ran down her chin. When he was close he pulled her up, bent her over the bed this time, and shoved back inside her dripping hole. He fucked her even harder, one hand gripping her hip, the other smacking her ass red.
She came again, screaming into the sheets, and he followed right after, flooding her cunt with thick ropes of cum. He stayed buried deep, pumping the last drops into her while she milked him with her walls. When he finally pulled out, his load leaked down her legs. She reached back, scooped some up, and licked her fingers clean while he watched.
"Same time next week?" she asked, already fixing her dress. He nodded, still catching his breath. She walked out with his cum still inside her, ready to go home and tell her husband every filthy detail.
