Nigel watched her face, enjoying the intimacy of her hand on his cock and her whispered voice.
“Four of us stayed behind, finalising some details. There was me and three men, Sean being one of them.”
Nigel thought about her taking all three guys at the same time and feared he might actually come in her hand.
“After a few minutes the other two headed off, leaving me and Sean alone together for the first time. I felt like a schoolgirl, a nervous excitement. We’d been checking each other out all evening, and I was sure he was as reluctant to say goodnight as I was.”
Nigel was taking shallow breaths. “I think you should put my cock inside you now.”
She smiled and raised herself slightly. As she pointed the tip at her entrance, he reminded himself that another cock had been in there since his last visit. He couldn’t explain why it gave him such a thrill. Karen sank down and her heat and wetness took his breath away. He closed his eyes and shuddered.
When he looked back up at her, she was watching his expression. Smiling, she then clenched round him and rocked her hips, grinding herself against him rather than bouncing up and down.
She leaned over him, her nipples brushing against his chest. “We started walking slowly toward the exit. All the other delegates had gone. I knew we were the only ones left in that part of the building, and from Sean’s expression, I could tell he knew it, too.”
Nigel revelled in the delicious feeling of listening to her story while being buried inside her.
“When we reached the cloakrooms, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the ladies. As soon as the door swung shut behind us, we were all over each other—kissing and grappling like a couple of teenagers.”
Nigel tried to visualise it. “In one of the stalls?”
“No, there was a small foyer with a counter under a big mirror.”
“So there was no talk, no slow build-up to the first kiss?”
She shook her head. “We’d spent hours looking at each other, so as soon as we were inside a small room it was all a bit… desperate.”
“Tell me about the grappling.”
“He gripped my backside a bit, but then he went straight for my boobs. I’m pretty sure he’s a tit man.”
Nigel reached up and took her full breasts in his hands, rolling the taut nipples while she described her time with another man. “And what did you grapple with?”
“I explored his torso. He obviously works out, so I checked out his pecs, abs and shoulders, but I mainly ran my hands up and down his nicely-muscled back.”
“And you were kissing all the while?”
She shrugged. “On and off. He kissed my neck a lot. We were both quite breathless, so needed air.”
“Did you talk to each other?”
“I moaned when he pinched my nipples.”
“He’d got your tits out already?”
“No, it was all through my blouse and bra at that point.”
Nigel pushed up into her as he imagined his wife moaning while a stranger ravished her breasts with his hands and nibbled her neck with his teeth. He pictured her eyes closed, her hair tousled, her lipstick smudged…
“Then he suddenly lifted me up and plonked me on the countertop. I opened my legs and he stood between them and we kissed some more.”
Nigel fought the urge to thrust into her and finish himself off. “Were you wearing a skirt?”
She shook her head. “No, trousers. He undid the buttons of my blouse while we kissed, and I did the same to his shirt. When he realised my bra fastened at the front, he unhooked it and spent a while sucking my nipples. When he placed a hand on my crotch, I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“What did you do?”
“I gripped his hard-on through his trousers and told him to put it inside me.”
Nigel sighed and closed his eyes.
“I raised my bum off the counter, and he yanked my trousers and panties over my hips. I fumbled them down my legs and kicked my shoes off. He undid his own trousers and pulled me forward to the edge of the counter.”
Nigel’s stomach knotted tight as she gave him the details he craved.
“Then he took his cock in his hand and positioned himself ready to enter me. He rubbed the tip of it around my opening, probably seeing if I was wet enough for him to enter.”
“And were you?”
She sighed. “God, yes.”
“And his cock? What was it like?”
Karen held eye contact for a second. “It was big. Long, and very thick.”
Nigel considered this for a moment. The idea of her being fucked by a big cock was exciting.
She clenched around him again. “He slid it into me slowly, and I let out a groan as he pushed it deeper and deeper.”
“And did you take all of it?”
“Mm hmm.” She looked a little dreamy.
“Did it hurt?”
She scrunched her nose up. “Only in a nice way.”
Nigel felt the early signs of his orgasm. “And how was the sex?”
“It was heated and eager. I scratched his back while he pawed my tits. We fucked liked teenagers and it only lasted a few minutes.”
“Did you come?”
Karen rocked her hips, obviously aware he was getting close to his climax. “Yes.”
“Where did he come?”
She leaned down so their faces were an inch apart, her full breasts crushed against his chest. “He came in the same place you’re about to come. He pumped his jizz inside me…”
He couldn’t believe she’d taken him bareback, but Karen hardly ever spoke like this, so the effect she was having on him was almost unbearable.
She moaned and closed her eyes as her own orgasm peaked.
The thought of her squirming on a stranger’s big cock as it unleashed spurt after spurt deep inside her sent Nigel over the edge. He pushed his head into the mattress and raised his hips off the bed as he exploded inside her.
Karen rocked faster. “Yeah, come on—mark your territory. Take it back.”
He clenched his teeth and shuddered as another gush erupted from him. She pushed herself upright and feverishly ground her clit against his pubic bone until she came again.
Nigel reached up and pinched her nipples, making her squeal. She bounced on him until his cock lost its rigidity.
They eventually stilled and she lay back down on his chest, both of them breathless. His cock softened and slipped out. He felt the warmth of his cum dripping out of her onto his groin and running between his thighs. It gave him a thrill.
Just as much of a thrill as imagining her being full of a stranger’s jizz. That mental image, given just at the right time, had been an unexpected bonus. He couldn’t help worrying about the risks she’d taken, though. He’d had a vasectomy years ago, so Karen wasn’t using birth control. Although reluctant to spoil the moment, Nigel couldn’t let the subject pass. He kissed the side of her head and tried to keep his voice casual and friendly. “I’m surprised you went bareback.”
She took a breath. “After your suggestion, I spent a lot of time thinking, wondering if I could actually go through with it. To be honest, I had no idea then if anything would happen or not. I thought it probably wouldn’t. I mean, flirting in emails is a lot different from actually having physical contact. If you hadn’t suggested it, there’s no way I would have done anything.”
He squeezed her tighter. “Why not?”
“Because I’m happily married. But after you mentioned it again, and then what we did in the spare bedroom…” She pulled her head back and looked down at him. “It wasn’t until then that I knew it was something we both wanted.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t want it before then?” he said teasingly.
She smiled. “Me liking the idea is a lot different from knowing it’s what you want.”
He could see her point.
“But getting back to your question about protection, I’d thought about it a lot. I wasn’t concer
ned about catching an STD. It’s not like he was just some random guy; he’s married, and he actually qualified as a pharmacist before moving into project management, so I was confident there’d be no issues on that score.”
“What about getting pregnant?”
“I have a few packets of birth control pills from my doctor. I take them when we go on holiday to avoid the risk of having periods while we’re spending so much time in the pool or sea.”
“So you were on the pill?”
She nodded. “I started taking it after your initial suggestion. If nothing else, it meant I wouldn’t need to worry about having a period while I was away.”
He pushed his groin up against hers. “But that wasn’t the only reason.”
Karen gave an embarrassed half-smile. “No, it wasn’t.”
He smiled, waiting for her to say it.
“I decided that if I was going to do it, I’d do it properly. I didn’t want to have to resort to digging a condom out of my handbag and waiting for him to fit it, because that kind of ruins the spontaneity.” She pouted. “Besides, I wanted it to feel nice.”
“For you or for him?”
“For both of us. I know most men prefer not wearing a condom, and I…” She glanced away, as if avoiding having to finish her confession.
Nigel’s throat constricted. “You like when a man comes inside you.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I do. I like the intimacy. Would you have preferred I made him wear a condom?”
He visualised Sean’s big thick cock unloading streams of hot white cream inside his wife, coating her inner walls with cum. “No, I understand.”
“And you don’t mind?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t mind.” His embarrassment about sharing her was all but gone, so he was honest with her. “In fact, I’m glad you did it. I like the idea of you getting filled with his cum.”
She giggled and slapped his arm. “Men are weird.”
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Chapter Five
They lay in silence and held each other close.
Nigel thought of his beautiful wife preparing herself for Sean—the sessions on the exercise bike to make her body a little firmer, taking the pill so he could fully appreciate the naked feeling of sliding into her wet softness, so he could enjoy staying inside her as he filled her with his seed. So he could go back inside her without the hassle of getting rid of the first condom and fitting a second…
Nigel hugged her a little tighter. “So, did you take him back to your room?”
“No. We put our clothes back on and left the conference centre. He went to the bar and I went to my room for a shower.”
All that spunk.
Nigel thought about Sean going to the bar and trying to act normally after he’d just fucked the hottie from the UK office in the cloakroom. Karen eased off him and lay on her side, facing him. She stroked his arm with the tips of her fingers.
Another thought occurred to him. “So you didn’t wear the lingerie I’d bought for you?”
“I hadn’t actually seen it by then,” she said, smiling. “After checking in, the only unpacking I did was to hang up my skirt and dress to get the creases out. I didn’t unpack the rest until later—but I wore it on the second night.”
His heartbeat became like a drum in his chest. “What? You saw him again on the second night?”
She looked surprised. “Yes, I thought you knew.”
“How could I know?” He couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered the possibility of them having a second session, yet with hindsight, it was logical that they would.
She frowned. “Oh, sorry. Wasn’t I supposed to see him again?”
He laughed and stroked her hair. “It was an open invitation, and you were free to do whatever you wanted.”
She exhaled, looking relieved. “God, you had me worried for a second.”
“I’m glad you saw him again. So, tell me about the second night.”
“The second night was… less like a couple of teenagers.”
“How so?”
“Well, I didn’t wear trousers, and we didn’t fuck in a cloakroom.”
“What did you wear? Where did you fuck?”
She laughed. “Slow down! I wore a dress and the sexy garment you’d bought me. And we fucked in his bed.”
“You went back to his room after the dinner?”
“Yes. I spent the whole night there.”
His mind raced. This time last night, Karen probably had Sean’s big dick inside her. Had he fucked her again next morning? This morning? Goosebumps formed on the back of his legs.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” She looked concerned.
“You know you’re going to have to give me more details now.”
She gave a teasing smile. “We could save those for another ti—”
“No, I need them now.”
Her expression suggested his abruptness had surprised her.
He sighed and stroked her hip. “Unless you’re too tired, or too tender?”
She leaned close and nibbled his ear. “And why would I be either of those things?” The sexy teasing was back in her voice.
“Because you were fucked all night long by someone with a big dick.”
She raked her fingernails roughly down his chest and stomach, making his toes curl. “Yes I was, and I’m hoping that you do the same to me tonight.”
Nigel took a steadying breath. His pulse raged in his ears and the blood was already filling his cock. “Tell me everything. Start at breakfast yesterday. How was Sean when you first saw him the morning after the cloakroom fuck?”
“He was fine. There was no room at the table I was sitting at, so he sat with his Sweden colleagues. But we shared a few looks across the room, and they showed he had no regrets. We didn’t get a chance to talk privately until lunchtime, and there was no awkwardness.”
Nigel nodded. “And the dinner?”
“The dinner wasn’t at the hotel, but in the middle of Copenhagen, which is a beautiful city. It was a really nice restaurant and all of the delegates sat around a single large table.”
“Was there any leg fondling or footsie going on beneath the tablecloth?”
She giggled. “Definitely not. Sean sat nowhere near me. Nobody there would have guessed that anything was going on between us.”
“And afterwards?”
“We all left the restaurant and went to a nearby bar for a drink.”
“Any dancing?”
“What? God, no. We had a couple of drinks, then all headed back to the hotel.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows, knowing that she was just reaching the part he really wanted to hear about.
“And you went to Sean’s room.”
She nodded. “We’d already agreed that we both wanted a repeat performance.”
“At lunchtime?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
She sighed. “I can’t remember exactly. We both admitted there were no regrets about our impromptu fuck in the cloakroom, and it was obvious we both wanted a chance to do it again in more comfortable surroundings.”
“And he suggested his room?”
She nodded. “I went to my room first and grabbed a pair of trousers and a top so I wouldn’t be spotted next morning wearing the same dress as the night before.”
“Good idea.”
“And then I went to his room, hoping not to meet any of the other delegates on the way.”
Nigel had another full erection. He placed her hand on it, amused to see her shocked expression.
“God, you’re really into this.”
He shrugged. “I’m really into you. What were you wearing?”
“The dark red dress I bought last Christmas. It’s fitted and knee-length with a high neck-line, the sort of thing a mature, professional woman should wear for a business dinner.” She was smiling at him.
“What else?”
“I wore your gift, with a lacy black bra and matching panties beneath it.”
He frowned. “I thought the chemise would mean bra and panties weren’t needed?” He was proud he’d remembered what the saleslady had called the teddy.
“I need more support.” She squeezed her arms together to emphasise her big boobs.
“Ah, right. What else?”
“Black high heels, no nylons.”
Nigel could see her in his mind’s eye. “And when you got to his room?”
Karen squeezed his dick and pumped her hand slowly. “I think you should get this inside me before I tell you the rest.”
He rolled her onto her back and placed his knees between her open legs, holding himself up on straight arms. “Feed it inside you then.”
She reached down, raised her hips slightly to get the tip of his cock into position, then held his hips and pulled him into her, letting out a slow breath as it slid in. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm snugness of her for a brief moment, then looked into her eyes and waited for her to tell him about her night with Sean.
She took a breath. “So, this time, we acted like grown-ups. Though we were probably just as eager as the night before, we were patient. I removed Sean’s shirt, and he took off my dress. I stood before him in my chemise and let him feast his eyes.”
He could imagine Sean’s reaction. “Did you kiss?” He’d said it without thinking. It seemed such a childish question.
She nodded. “Yes, but not like the previous night’s face-sucking orgy. This time it was gentle kisses, tongues probing slowly. You know how I like kissing, and this was the first time I’d kissed anyone else but you in a long time.”
He raised his eyebrows. “What, no smoochy kisses at all those Christmas parties over the years?”
She shook her head. “None. Then Sean lay me on his bed and he stroked my legs. He pulled off my shoes, then reached up and unfastened the teddy’s buttons between my legs.”
Nigel moved very slowly, fucking her with only shallow, measured thrusts while picturing her face as Sean’s fingers grazed over her clit through the material.
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