Archive-name: Affairs/hot-1.txt
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Archive-title: Hotel
I was getting tired of driving. We had started early in the morning
and it was now getting dark out. Bob and Jan were in the back asleep
and Anita was conked out against the window. I was getting punch drunk
at the wheel and decided it was time to call it quits. I turned to the
back seat and woke Bob and said, "Bob, I am bushed would you mind if
you spelled me? The motel is just an hour away."
"Sure no problem, pull over." Bob replied.
I pulled slowly to the side of the road pulled the car to a
gentle stop. I didn't want to wake our sleeping wives. Bob eased Jan's
head off his lap and inserted a pillow. I opened the car door and we
did a Chinese fire drill and he took the wheel.
It was a good thing that the front seat was power. He eased the
seat forward and Anita didn't even budge. He eased the car out onto the
freeway and picked up speed. I took a pillow out of the back and
arranged it against the window and settled in for a little nap.
My dream had something to do with cannibals, and I awoke with a
start.
Bob was just passing the state line and the moon was passing
behind some clouds. I started into my shirt pocket for a cigarette,
when I felt a hand inch its way up my leg. I looked over to Jan. Her
eyes were closed but there was a smile on her face. The hand continued
up until it rested squarely on my cock. It started to rise in my
pants and when it was about half staff Jan started to gently stroke
it.
I pushed the hand away, thinking that she didn't know it was me.
Her finger went to her lips she made a sign for me to be quiet, opened
her eyes briefly and winked.
Her eyes closed again, and I pulled the blanket up to my chin and
resumed my sleeping posture.
The hand crept up my legs and started stroking my cock through my
pants. I eased my arm over and rested my hands on her breast, I could
feel her nipples already erect. She must have been having a great
dream.
I closed my eyes and her actions under the blanket became more
urgent.
I took my hand from her breast and eased my fly down. I glanced up
to Bob to see if he was aware of anything out of the ordinary. He
seemed engrosed in the road and absorbed in the music on the radio, so
I breathed a little sigh of relief and closed my eyes again.
As soon as I had the zipper all the way down a thrill went thru
me as Jan released my rod from its confining underwear and stroked it.
She scooted close, and her hand was replaced with a warm set of lips.
She licked little circles around the purple head and in one gulp
swallowed my cock.
I was trying to keep my breathing even and not make any noise as
I eased my hand down her belly. Her legs parted slightly and I rubbed
her damp pants over her pussy.
I began a steady massage as she fastened her lips at the ridge of
my cock-head and stroked with her fingers the shaft insistantly.
I couldn't help myself, and quickly came to an orgasm and popped
off in her mouth.
The music covered the sounds of her swallowing my come. I worked
frantically at her box through the jeans, but felt I was getting nowhere.
She kept up the sucking till I was totally limp, then she pushed
my hand from her snatch and mouthed "later."
I couldn't believe it, I had just had a blow job by the wife of
my best friend while he sat inches away. He must have heard something.
I checked the back of his head and saw no response, shrugged my
shoulders and settled back against the pillow and fell quickly to
sleep.
The motion of the car stopping in the motel awakened me. Jan made
no sign to me about what had happened as we checked in and took our
bags to the room.
I made an excuse to my wife about not being sleepy and went to
the game room of the motel to think over what had happened.
I was in the middle of my third game of Centipede when Jan walked
in all dewey eyed.
"Sorry about before," she said, "But having your cock that close
to me just drove me wild. I have always wanted you but didn't quite
know how to aproach you."
"Well, it was quite enjoyable, if unexpected. I never suspected
you were that foxy."
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," she said
with a gleam in her eye.
All I could think about was to get her somewhere out of the way.
I searched my mind and had decided on getting a room when she took my
hand and led me from the game room to the elevator.
I had an idea she wanted it in the elevator, so when the doors
closed I embraced her and kissed her deeply. She responded eagerly, but
broke away and pushed a button. As the elevator rose she engulfed me
in a wild pationate embrace as she explored my mouth with her tongue.
Before I could explore her body the elevator arrived. She unentangled
herself and walked away beckoning me with her finger.
In the alcove with the ice and pop machines was another door
marked "LAUNDRY". She entered and I followed.
As soon as the door closed she went to her knees and started
tugging at my zipper. I couldn't believe how brash she was. I helped
her along, and as soon as my cock cleared my pants she engulfed it in
her mouth.
Exhibiting wild abandon, she really gave my cock a workout. As it
grew in her mouth, she vacuumed it up and stroked it with her tongue. In
no time it was at full staff, she was having a hard time getting it
all in her mouth. I concentrated on the blow job 'till I felt the
pressure build under my balls.
I pushed her away and she came reluctantly. I pushed her against
the wall and raised her sweater and bra so I could get at her petite
tits. Her nipples were like marbles between my lips and teeth. I tried
to poke them in with my tounge but they were too firm. As I was
sucking away at her tits I worked at her pants. I eased them down to
her knees and tugged at her panties. In my haste I guess I pulled too
hard, they ripped and came away in my hand. I threw them in the
corner, and traced a line with my tongue between her tits, down her
belly and straight to her pussy.
I was greeted by drenched bush. I parted her cunt lips and dove
on her snatch with my tongue. I pulled the hood from over her
clitorous and tongue lashed directly on her love button. She responded
by rotating her hips, and succeeded in drenching my faces with her love
juices. I could stand it no longer. I stood up and dropped my pants. I
grabbed her by the buns, and lifted her onto my cock. She let out a
sigh as she slowly sank on my engorged tool. Damn, her snatch was
tight. You would never have know she had had two kids, she was as
tight as a teenager. I braced her against a washing machine and
pounded into her furiously. She came quickly in a great shuddering
orgasm that threatened to milk my cum before I was ready.
I paused just long enough to turn her over on the machine and
mount her from the rear. Her tight snatch met every thrust as I
pounded into her, her pubic bone rubbing the tender spot under the
head of my cock. The pressure in my balls was getting almost too much
to contain, so I pulled all but the head from her dripping snatch.
I fucked her with short jabs with just the head, holding her buns
so she could not back onto my cock. The pressure subsided and stopped
my motion for a bit. She was straining to have my whole manhood deep
in the folds of her flesh, and I released my grip on her ass. With one
great rush, she impaled herself on my member. I held her to me, loving
the way her wet snatch was pressing on my balls. She reached back and
started playing with them. I figured that it was now or never. I
started building my strokes until I was ramming my dick furiously into
her tight snatch. She started playing with her clit and shuddered in
another orgasm.
The contractions of her pussy put me over the edge. I burried my
cock and shot great streams of sperm deep into her cunt. I could feel
her cunt expand with each spurt and soon it was filled to overflowing
and cum ozzed out onto my balls. I layed down on top of her and
luxuriated in the feeling of my dick in her cum-filled pussy as she
contracted her cunt around my shrinking cock.
She wordlessly pushed me away and picked up her panties, and wiped my
juice from her satch. She then went down and licked the droplets from
my balls and limp organ. Standing, she gave me a deep kiss.
We dressed in silence and made our way to the elevator. I pushed
the button for our floor, kissed her one last time, and allowed
her to go to her room as I continued down to the bar.
I had to have a couple of drinks to convince me that it wasn't
just a dream.
I sipped each one reliving that fantastic fuck.
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