Lydia travels a lot for her job, which she loves. She always manages to find opportunities to cheat while on her business trips, including twice with a bartender, followed by a chance meeting with another female executive at the bar, on her recent business trip to Miami.
I love my job.
I began my career directly out of college as an IT coder for Dell Corp just outside of Austin, TX near Round Top... an area that has recently become known as “Silicon Hills”... Texas’ technology-laden answer to California’s “Silicon Valley”.
Twenty years later... with a ridiculous amount of hard work, creative ingenuity... and, on occasion, entertaining some of my bosses with my legs spread and my blouse unbuttoned... I had managed to work my way up to an executive position... responsible for client satisfaction and renewals, along with prospect development and generating new business.
My job requires me to spend about fifteen days a month traveling to large companies around the country... mostly in major cities... meeting with corporate executives of long-standing clients and potential new customers... to discuss their technology wants, needs and expectations. This type of job suites me perfectly... I enjoy the travel... and I love the constant challenge of impromptu problem solving, relationship building, and having to ‘work the room’ to gain a client’s confidence... and, hopefully, produce new revenue for my company.
And... frankly... I’m good at it.
Of course it helps a lot that I’m an attractive, forty-two-year-old brunette, with a firm, shapely body... nice legs... and a bright, friendly smile. Although... I’m sure there are some who would argue that my large, E-cup breasts are my most notable... and defining... feature.... and I wouldn’t argue otherwise.
My husband is more of a ‘stay in one place’ kind of guy... he is also very good at what he does, but he likes his routines, and he prefers a career that keeps him mostly stationary... working locally, and coming home every evening after a demanding day at the office.
As a couple, we are actually a good fit... even though, with my exhaustive travel schedule, we only manage to see each other about two weeks out of every month.
As much as I sometimes miss being home more often, I absolutely relish my independence and professional success... and, since I’m a high octane, high libido kind of woman... I can’t deny that I often enjoy the occasional dalliance... or two... when I’m traveling, to keep my spirits up and my sanity in check.
The last business trip I took was to Miami in early-June, where I had several days of meetings scheduled with various executives from multiple departments within VISA’s Latin America headquarters.
After the first day of meetings, I was pretty wiped out... but kind of invigorated... which was pretty typical for me once we start getting into the business discussions, contract negotiations, and technology presentations.
One of the directors I’d met with had offered to take me to dinner, but I declined. We’d tried that before... ended up fucking in my hotel room... but, unfortunately, he wasn’t very good at it. So, I begged off... claiming to be tired from my trip... then hailed a taxi and headed back to my hotel.
I wasn’t really hungry... or tired... so I sat at the hotel bar... sipping on a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon... while sharing clever and entertaining banter with Troy... one of the hotel’s two bartenders.
I checked him out as I casually sipped my glass of wine. He was a good-looking guy... maybe fifteen years younger than me... but obviously intelligent and charming. He made me laugh, and kept the conversation cheerful and amusing... so, I found myself enjoying the moment, as I continued to unwind with a second glass of wine.
I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes kept drifting down to the exposed cleavage between my heavy breasts... they were a bit obvious in my low-cut, sleeveless blouse... and became even more-so whenever I leaned over the bar to chat with him.
It was a typical Tuesday evening... so, there weren’t a lot of customers in the hotel’s bar, and business was pretty slow. With a redolent grin, Troy mentioned that he was about to take a break... and, catching the twinkle in his eye, I chuckled, and asked, “Where do you go for your breaks?”
Still grinning, he said, “Just out back... there’s an alley back there, and I like to sit on one of the empty crates and just enjoy the warm weather this time of year, before it begins to heat up later this month.”
Smiling suggestively, I said, “You want company?”
Troy laughed... glanced down at my boobs... then back up to my face, and said, “Sure... c’mon!”
As Troy opened the back door to the alley, he said, “You can smoke out here, if you want... none of the hotel guests come back here, so it’s where some of the employees come when they want a quick cigarette.”
It was already pretty dark outside, but we could see well enough by some ambient light being cast by a street lamp at the end of the alley.
I smiled up at him... moved closer... and reached down to rub the bulge between his legs, saying, “I don’t smoke... and that’s not what I want.”
Troy’s grin widened, as he unfastened a few of the buttons on my silk blouse... reached inside and pulled out one of my boobs... then dropped it, and watched it sway back and forth between us, saying, “I don’t smoke, either... and there are definitely other things I’d like to do.”
I chuckled... enjoying the look on his face as he stared at my wobbling tit for a moment... then moaned softly as he reached out and squeezed it with one of his hands... happily massaging the soft, jiggly flesh... and roughly tweaking my thick, stiffening nipple.
With an appreciative grin on my face, I unzipped his pants... pulled out his already semi-hard dick... and began sliding my hand up and down the thick, veiny shaft. I ran my firm grip up past his wide, helmet-shaped head... toying for a moment with the sensitive tip, before sliding my fist down to the pulsating base of his prick... then started pumping his growing hard-on... enjoying the feel of his throbbing penis gliding up and down in the palm of my hand.
As his cock continued to swell, I stopped for a moment and looked down at the impressive semi-hard staff in my hand, murmuring “Holy shit, Troy... look at the size of that thing... you’re fucking huge... and you’re not even hard yet!”... then smiled up at his beaming face, as I resumed stroking the meaty shaft of his impossibly big dick.
Troy chuckled... enjoying the compliment... as he fondled my exposed tit, and reveled in my enthusiastic handjob.
With his free hand, he tipped my chin up toward his face... mumbled, “I’m glad you like it”... then leaned down for a hard, wet kiss that instantly got my juices flowing.
After enjoying the kiss for a moment, I pulled my mouth off of his, and let my eyes drift back down to the huge schlong thrusting back and forth in my pumping fist.
Smiling up at Troy’s grinning face, I released his nearly erect hard-on... yanked my tight, high-waisted skirt up past my hips so I could maneuver more easily... then squatted down in front of him... and took a closer look at his amazing boner. It was a gorgeous, circumcised penis... long and thick... sticking straight out from his hips... straining against my fingers, as I slid my hand back and forth on his stiff, steely rod.
Giggling to myself, I opened my mouth, and drew the head of his dick inside... eagerly sucking and licking it all over... as he stood with his hands on his hips... muttering about how good it felt to have his cock sucked by a beautiful woman.
I was enjoying myself immensely... there’s nothing quite as captivating as sucking on a huge, throbbing hard-on... its bulbous tip banging against my tonsils, while the dangling nutsack slaps a rhythmic cadence against my chin.
I would have happily blown him until he exploded in my mouth... but once he was fully erect, he pulled me up to my feet, and pushed me up against the back wall of the hotel.
He roughly grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands, and held them above my head... then used his other hand to push my panties down to my knees.
I was a little surprised... and incredibly aroused... as I looked down at this raging boner... sticking straight out from his torso... swaying back and forth, and pointing directly at my exposed snatch... as he positioned himself between my legs.
With one hand still holding my hands overhead, Troy nudged my legs further apart with his knees, and used his other hand to grab the shaft of his huge erection. He began rubbing it up and down the gash between my pussy lips... already glistening with arousal, and getting even wetter with anxious anticipation... as he continued to tease me with his stiff dick poking around my pussy.
Troy could sense my eagerness... and he slid the head of his boner back and forth between my labia for a few moments, enjoying my wriggling reaction to his ministrations... I was obviously incredibly aroused, and virtually quivering with excitement.
After a minute, or so, he finally lined it up with the opening to my vagina... then crouched forward and straightened his legs... shoving the tip of his rigid pole into me with one massive thrust.
Holy fuck, that felt incredible!
I let out a surprised yelp as he entered me... it was so much bigger than I’d expected! Then I closed my eyes and moaned, as he began rocking his hips... driving his thick hard-on deeper and deeper into my totally drenched cunt with every forward lunge.
“Oh, my God... oh, my God... yeah... yeah... shit, you’re so fucking big... yeah... keep going... goddamn, you go deep... oh, fuck, that feels amazing!”
Troy was pounding away between my legs... the bulbous head of his dick hitting all the right spots inside me, and stretching me out in new and delicious ways... as I grunted in rhythm with his thrusting hips. He had one of the biggest cocks I’d ever had inside me, and I was absolutely mesmerized by how good it felt.
With one of his hands still holding my arms firmly above my head, Troy used his other hand to playfully slap and squeeze my exposed boob... occasionally leaning down to suck the taut nipple into his mouth... nibbling and pulling on it... while continuing to slam his rigid pole in and out of my sloppy wet pussy in earnest.
I closed my eyes and tossed my head slowly from side to side... reveling in the euphoric sensations coursing through my body. In no time, my breathing began to catch in my throat, as an incredibly intense orgasm started to blossom between my legs.
With my back up against the wall... and Troy crouched between my legs, hammering away with his throbbing erection... I could feel the base of his thick shaft rubbing my engorged clitoris perfectly with every one of his powerful jabs.
“Holy shit, Troy... yeah... keep going... my God, that feels fantastic... yeah... fuck, yeah... just like that... just like that... oh, fuck, yeah...”
Between Troy’s attention to my flailing tit, bouncing around outside my blouse... and his stiff pole pounding in and out of my dripping wet vagina... it wasn’t long before I let out a guttural moan, and suddenly creamed all over his stiff, thrusting boner.
“Oh, my God, Troy... oh, my God... oh, my God... oooohhhh, shit... just fucking incredible...”
Troy smiled at me, as he slowed down... then crammed his cock deep inside my absolutely drenched pussy... and held it there, while I savored my overwhelming climax.
After a few moments, he began pumping his thick hard-on in and out of my slippery wet vagina again... picking up the pace, and causing me to grunt with every one of his forceful thrusts into my sodden cunt.
Suddenly, the back door to the hotel opened, and Gabriella... Troy’s partner behind the bar... poked her head out. Troy didn’t miss a beat... he just kept pounding away in between my legs... as we both looked over at her with surprised expressions on our faces.
Gabriella laughed and said, “Troy... you’re so predictable. You need to hurry up... my break is coming up in a few.”
Troy grinned at her, and replied, “No problem, Gabby... I’m almost there.”
We could hear her chuckling, as she ducked back inside and closed the door behind her.
Troy picked up the pace... railing my pussy with his rigid prick... as he giddily watched my exposed boob thrash around between us. After just a few more strokes, he suddenly caught his breath... slammed his stiff boner as far into me as it would go... and blasted rope after rope of hot, creamy splooge all over the walls of my dripping wet cunt.
He pumped his quivering rod in and out of me a few more times, spewing more gobs of cum inside me... until his nutsack was finally empty.
When he was done cumming, Troy released my hands from above my head... pulled his dick out of my overflowing vagina with a ‘plop’... causing gobs of spunk to dribble out of my gaping cunt, and splash onto the ground between my Jimmy Choo pumps.
After shaking the last few drops of cum from the tip of his still semi-hard penis, Troy said, “Wait here a sec...”, as he tucked his spent cock inside his pants, pulled up his zipper, then ducked inside the back door to grab a towel for me to clean up with.
As I used the towel to wipe away the cum and pussy juices trickling down the inside of my thighs, Troy apologized for rushing off... gave my dangling boob one final squeeze... then hurried back inside to take his place behind the bar.
With a satiated smile on my face, I pulled my panties back up... adjusted my skirt back down around my hips where it belonged... tucked my wobbly breast back inside my blouse, and re-fastened the buttons Troy had undone. When I was all put back together, I opened the back door and followed Troy back into the hotel bar... sat down on the same stool I’d been on earlier... and enjoyed another glass of wine... on the house... before heading up to my room.
Once I was upstairs, I called my husband to say goodnight, like I usually do... then pulled out my traveling vibrator, and... since I was still incredibly turned on by my tryst in the alley... rubbed out a few more delicious orgasms, before falling into a contented, blissful sleep until morning.
The next day was pretty similar to the first day... business presentations and technology discussions... with a little flirting mixed in.
I turned down another dinner invitation... caught a taxi back to my hotel... and, right after a quick meal in the hotel restaurant, I was perched on a barstool... drinking a glass of Merlot and exchanging cheeky banter with Troy again... just like the previous evening.
It was still the middle of the week, so things were slow again... and there weren’t many people in the hotel bar. And just like the previous night, I followed Troy out to the alley when he took his break... and we fucked again.
I was wearing a sexy... but professional... short-sleeve, straight-line navy blue dress that reached down to the middle of my thighs... with large white buttons down the front, that were struggling to keep my ample breasts under control.
Once we were in the alley behind the hotel, Troy quickly unbuttoned the top four buttons on my dress... allowing both of my straining tits to spring free... wobbling back and forth, as he excitedly fondled and squeezed them. He pressed them together... making my thick nipples stick out even longer and stiffer than usual... as he leaned down and sucked them into his mouth... one after the other... nibbling and pulling on them with his teeth and moist lips.
Giggling at his enthusiasm, I reached between us and unzipped his pants... pulled out his already rock-hard prick... and began stroking it with both of my hands.
Troy moaned around the nipples and boob flesh pressed against his face, as he kept playing with my tits, while I continued gliding my hands up and down the thick, veiny shaft of his throbbing boner.
When Troy’s prick was fully erect and surging in my pumping fist... he stepped back, released my tits, then pulled my hand off his cock, and spun me around. He pushed on my back, making me bend over one of the liquor crates in the alley... with my hands resting on the top of it for support... my pendulous boobs swaying back and forth... and my rock-hard nipples lightly grazing the top of the cardboard crate beneath me.
I smiled, as Troy flipped the hem of my dress up onto my lower back... yanked my panties down to my knees... and nudged my legs apart.
I was already dripping wet with anticipation, so he slipped in easily when he lined up the tip of his cock with my well-lubricated pussy opening, and rocked his hips forward.
I let out a muffled yelp when he entered me... still a bit surprised by just how big he was... then mewled and mumbled about how good it felt, as he began rocking his hips... enthusiastically sliding his thick hard-on in and out of my pussy, as I quickly re-acclimated to its size from the previous evening.
“Goddamn, Troy... I can’t believe how big you are! Fuck... I can feel you so deep inside me... yeah... yeah... so fucking deep... oh, fuck, that feels incredible... yeah... fuck me... oh, my God, yeah... yeah... even harder... yeah... like that... damn, that feels amazing.”
Once he had a rhythm going, Troy reached around and grabbed both of my dangling tits... squeezing the soft, warm flesh, and pulling on my stiff nipples... as he plowed his enormous erection into my cunt from behind... again and again and again.
Holy shit... I was in heaven!
Troy’s rigid prick filled me up... sending delicious, tingly sensations coursing through me like a tsunami of euphoric pleasure. I reached between my legs and began rubbing tight circles around the tip of my engorged clit... sending even more electrifying charges through my entire body.
Between my fingers probing and tweaking my swollen nub... and Troy’s huge, rigid staff slamming in and out of my pussy like a cudgel... it didn’t take long before I suddenly caught my breath... let out a keening moan... and erupted... creaming all over Troy’s pounding hard-on... as an incredibly intense, luxurious climax ripped through me from clit to nipple, and back again.
My legs trembled, and I gasped for air... savoring the height of my overwhelming orgasm... then enjoying the extended pleasure between my legs, as it lingered for a while before slowly starting to ebb.
Meanwhile, Troy continued pounding away from behind... causing us both to grunt from the force of his powerful thrusts... while he clutched at my flailing boobs, and roughly pulled on my rock-hard nipples.
I could tell Troy was about to cum when he began breathing faster, grunting louder, and squeezing my breasts even harder. It didn’t take long after that before he released my tits... grabbed my hips with both hands... then suddenly held his breath... and slammed his hips forward... shoving his rigid pole as far into me as it would go, and shooting several streams of warm, creamy jizzm all over the walls of my totally drenched cunt.
His forceful lunge jolted my entire body, and I let out a surprised yelp... then the two of us grunted and moaned in unison, as he continued to plow his thick hard-on in and out of my pussy from behind... again and again... even after his nutsack was empty.
When he finally stopped cumming, Troy leaned forward and rested on my back for a moment... his huge dick still deep inside my vagina... as the two of us gasped for air, while basking in the aftermath of our waning orgasms.
After catching out breath, Troy pulled his still semi-hard prick out of my overflowing cunt... causing much of his load to leak out of my gaping pussy, and drip onto the ground between my legs... just like the last time.
Still a bit dazed by the exhilarating sensations coursing through my body, I spun around... squatted in front of him... and sucked the tip of his slowly fading erection into my mouth... cleaning off his glistening shaft with my lips and tongue... then licking the final few drops of cum from the tip of his cock.
I tucked his spent dick back into his pants, and pulled up his zipper... then stood up and gave him a grateful kiss on the lips, as he playfully fondled my dangling boobs, before putting them away, and re-buttoning my dress.
Like the night before, he ducked inside to grab me a towel... then, after I used it to clean up between my legs and pulled my panties back up... I adjusted my dress around my hips and followed him back inside.
Once I was back inside, I sat down at the bar again, and enjoyed another glass of Merlot... on the house, of course.
On Thursday, the following day, I had a great day at the client’s office... closing a substantial licensing deal, along with a year-long agreement for installation and support services. I dodged another dinner invitation from one of the less than attractive executives I’d been meeting with all day, thinking I’d prefer another shot at Troy before heading home on Friday.
When I got to the hotel, I noticed that it was quite a bit busier than it had been earlier in the week. The hotel’s bar was about half full, with several men and women sitting at the bar, itself, while others sat at tables and some of the booths... drinking, socializing, and cutting up.
Troy was much busier than the previous two nights, but when I ordered a glass of Chardonnay, he quickly served it to me... with a wink and a suggestive smile... then went about serving the others at the bar still waiting for their drinks.
As I sipped my wine and looked around the room, a very attractive woman slid onto the barstool next to mine... smiled, and said, “That looks good... is that a Pinot Grigio?”
I returned her smile, and said, “No... it’s a delicious Chardonnay... kind of creamy and full-bodied, if you like that sort of thing.”
I watched with an amused look on my face, as my new bar-mate checked me out from top to bottom... seeming to nod her head slightly in tacit approval as she looked me over.
I was wearing a stylish, form-fitting, wrap-around, mini-dress, with part of one leg exposed by the angled opening of the overlapping skirt. It was made of an elastic, lycra material that stretched enticingly over my ample breasts... with a sexy, low-cut cross-over between my boobs... which showed off quite a bit of cleavage.
I especially liked how my clients... mostly men... responded to me in our meetings when I wore outfits like this... but to my surprise, my new neighbor on the barstool next to me let her eyes drift down to the décolletage exposed by the top of my dress... smiled suggestively, and said, “I definitely like full-bodied... and creamy”.
When Troy stopped by to see what she wanted to drink, she smiled at me, and said to Troy, “I’ll have what she’s having.”
I sensed the vibe she was putting out, and I was kind of taken aback in the moment... a bit surprised, but definitely intrigued... as Troy brought her the glass of wine she’d requested, and we began chatting.
We introduced ourselves, and I found out her name was Marcia, and that she was also a high-level business woman who traveled a lot for work. She was a senior director for Lennar Corp, working in their mortgage finance division based in Chicago, and she was in town to meet with other Lennar executives on Friday at their corporate headquarters downtown.
We chatted amiably through our first glass of wine... talking about how much we both enjoyed being successful, professional women... including all the requisite travel, executive exposure, and intense business discussions... but that we hated office politics, and some of the arbitrary obstacles we’d faced over the years.
She agreed with me that we occasionally miss our husbands when we travel... but the business trips tend to serve as enjoyable respites from the daily grind back at home. The constant travel tends to keep things interesting, even though it can become a bit tedious... and even a bit lonely at times.
Laughing at our luck... two kindred spirits who so clearly understood each other... we both ordered another glass of wine... then Marcia took a quick break, and headed for the ladies room.
Right after she’d left, Troy slid over to me and said, with a wink, that he was about to go on break, if I wanted to join him. I patted his arm, and said, “That’s incredibly tempting, Troy... especially after the past two nights... but I think my new friend and I are going to sit in that empty booth in the back, and enjoy another glass of wine together.”
I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then waited while he poured us two fresh glasses of Chardonnay. He placed them on the bar in front of me, with a somewhat disappointed frown on his handsome face, then returned to serving other anxious patrons sitting at the bar.
I picked up both drinks, and took them over to the empty booth near the back of the bar, and settled in.
When Marcia returned from the restroom, I waved her over to the booth, and we continued chatting from where we’d left off a few minutes earlier... cutting up and sharing anecdotes about our various experiences with husbands, business travel, handsy co-workers... and commiserating about sometimes having to fuck executives who don’t always appreciate our contributions.
After enjoying each other’s company for a while, I suggested that we head up to my room for a night cap.
With a slightly glazed, wine-induced glimmer in her eye... and a knowing smile tugging at her lips... Marcia said, “I was hoping you’d ask”, and we headed off to the elevators together.
I used my card key to open the door to my room... and, as Marcia stepped past me... looked over my room, and said, “Yeah... this looks just like mine”... I gently grabbed her shoulders from behind... turned her back toward me... then leaned in... giving her a warm, wet kiss on the lips.
She moaned into my mouth as she returned my kiss... then reached up and tenderly fondled my heavy breasts through the thin, stretchy material of my dress. I could tell my nipples were already getting stiff with eager anticipation, and Marcia’s hands on my boobs made them even harder in response to her kneading fingers.
I began unbuttoning Marcia’s sheer, satin blouse... pulled it open, and pushed her bra up to her chin... as I massaged her beautiful, firm C-cup boobs... and playfully tweaked her dark pink, rock-hard nipples.
She released my tits... letting them sway and jiggle between us... then took my face in both of her hands... pressed her lips hard against mine... as we shared a passionate, tongue-filled kiss... while stumbling backward toward the bed in the middle of the room.
Our clothes came off quickly... I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my wrap-around dress slid off easily... landing on the floor next to the bed. So I was naked... except for my thong panties... as I helped Marcia pull off her unbuttoned blouse, unhook her bra... then unzip and slip out of her stylish, A-line skirt.
We tossed her clothes on top of my dress by the bed... then giggled as we helped each other slide out of our panties... adding them to the discarded pile on the floor.
When we were both totally naked, we knelt on the bed... eagerly grabbing and fondling each other’s tits... then reached between our legs and reverently caressed each other’s pussies... running our hands back and forth along the slits between our wet labia lips... then slipping our probing fingers inside each other’s completely drenched vagina openings.
Marcia closed her eyes and moaned as I moved my fingers from inside her wet cunt, up to her stiff, throbbing clitoris... and began rubbing tight, rhythmic circles around the distended tip.
“Oh, fuck, Lydia... that feels incredible... yeah... keep doing that... oooohhhh... yeah, just like that...”
Still teasing and tweaking her swollen nub, I pushed Marcia onto her back and pushed her legs apart. I positioned myself in between her knees... then leaned forward and sucked her engorged clit into my mouth.
She let out a low, whispery moan when I slid two fingers into her dripping wet pussy... while using my lips to pull on her stiff button... as I flicked it over and over again with my warm, wet tongue.
Marcia put her hands on the back of my head... spread her legs a little farther apart... and pulled me harder into her completely drenched snatch... mewling and moaning, while encouraging me to flick her clit even harder and faster... as she swore, and mumbled about how good it felt.
“Yeah... like that, Lydia... just like that... yeah... even harder... oh, fuck that’s perfect... yeah, right there... holy shit, that’s it... right there... keep going.”
Following Marcia’s guidance, I licked her clit harder and faster with my tongue... while sliding two fingers in and out of her sloppy wet cunt... and using my other hand to squeeze and massage both of her soft, jiggling tits.
In no time, Marcia arched her back... pulled my head even harder into her saturated pussy... then let out a guttural moan, as she suddenly climaxed... creaming all over my mouth and probing fingers.
As I softened my lips and tongue on her trembling clit, she continued to gently rock her hips... holding my head in place, so she could occasionally twerk her sensitive nub up against my tongue and lips, trying to extend her lingering orgasm for as long as possible.
“Oh, shit, Lydia... that was amazing... just fucking amazing...”, then she opened her eyes and smiled down at my face perched between her legs, and added, “Damn, girl... you’re really good at that.”
I chuckled as I let her rub her swollen button against my tongue until she finished cumming... then I began to move up her torso... planting little kisses on her belly and soft, fleshy boobs along the way... taking a moment to playfully suck each of her stiff nipples into my mouth... before releasing them, and continuing on... until I reached her mouth.
We shared a warm, delicious kiss... both of us enjoying the taste of her pussy juices on my lips... before I moved further up her body... until I was straddling her head... my dripping wet, throbbing vagina poised directly above her open mouth.
She giggled as I positioned myself above her... then she grabbed both of my butt cheeks, and pulled me down to her face... using her lips and tongue to kiss and probe between my pussy lips for a while, before finding my stiff clitoris and sucking it into her mouth.
I leaned forward, with my hands on the top of the headboard for support... rocking my hips, and rubbing my distended nub against Marcia’s warm, wet tongue.
Oh, my God... that felt fantastic!
It had been so long since I’d had a woman licking my pussy and sucking on my clitoris... I was totally hypnotized.
I closed my eyes... moaning and mumbling about how great it felt... as I spread my legs even further, and pressed down a little harder against Marcia’s probing tongue and teasing lips.
Marcia kept one hand on my ass cheek, and used her other one to reach up and fondle my heavy, pendulous breasts... dangling loosely above her.
I swooned... barely able to hold myself up.
“Oh, my God, Marcia... keep going... yeah... just like that... oh, yeah... yeah... right there... yeah... oh, shit, that feels fantastic!”
Between her hands on my tits, and her tongue perfectly stimulating my throbbing clit, it didn’t take long before I caught my breath... then launched into an intense, tingly orgasm that cascaded through my entire body. My legs trembled on either side of Marcia’s head, as I closed my eyes... twerked my hips... and reveled in the incredibly warm wave of pleasure burgeoning between my legs.
After a few moments of sheer ecstasy, I lifted my dripping wet vagina off Marcia’s chin, and slowly slid it down her torso... past her breasts... past her naval... until we were laying side-by-side... enjoying a warm, tender kiss... while we gently fondled each other’s boobs.
I mumbled, “My God, Marcia... that was amazing... it’s been so long since I’ve had a climax that incredible.”
Marcia giggled, and said, “I know... right? I wish I could take you on all my business trips.”
Marcia could tell that I was still completely turned on, so she began playing with my tits again... squeezing my fleshy mounds of boob flesh, and making my nipples stand up like little erasers on the end of a pencil.
As I mewled and whispered about how good it felt, she leaned over and began sucking on them... one after the other... using her lips and teeth to tease and pull on them... until they were rock hard against her flicking tongue.
I moaned my pleasure... then grabbed the back of her head... holding it tight to my breasts, as she continued using her hands and warm mouth to stimulate my breasts and taut nipples.
The ringing of my cell phone on the nightstand startled us both. We laughed for a second... then I reached over and grabbed my phone... checked the display, and saw that it was my husband calling to say “goodnight”, as usual.
I motioned for Marcia to be as quiet as possible, as I clicked on the call, and put the phone to my ear.
Trying to keep my voice even, I cheerfully said, “Hey, hon..”
He said, “Hi, sweetie... so, how did your meetings go today?”
As the two of us began chatting about our day, I smiled over at Marcia... then put my hand on the back of her head, and gently pushed her down toward my spread legs... encouraging her to give me head again, while I tried to hurry my husband off the phone.
She didn’t need any encouragement... she grinned at me, then sucked one of my nipples into her mouth... releasing it with a “plop”... before moving down to my snatch... planting little kisses on my torso along the way.
Marcia positioned herself between my knees... then bent forward and sucked my still engorged clit into her mouth... using her lips and tongue to tease and torment it. I was still incredibly aroused, and I had to cover my mouth several times in order not to groan or squeal too loudly, as Marcia enthusiastically flicked and rubbed my throbbing nub.
As my husband chattered on about something related to his day at the office, I put my phone on mute... then pulled Marcia’s face into my crotch... hard... grinding my stiff clit against her firm, wet tongue... over and over... as an incredible, leg-shaking orgasm exploded between my legs, and wracked my entire body.
As I closed my eyes, and slowly rolled my head from side to side, I realized with a wry grin that getting eaten out while talking to my husband on the phone was the sexiest, most titillating thing I’d ever experienced... and my orgasm was one of the most electrifying I’d ever had.
I let out a low, raspy groan, and twerked my hips... gently rubbing my sensitive clit against Marcia’s warm tongue. While still savoring the delicious euphoria washing over me like an ocean wave, I took my phone off mute... trying desperately to keep my voice from wavering, as I responded to something my husband said.... it appeared to work... my husband didn’t seem to notice anything unusual as we continued talking.
Marcia kept mischievously teasing and licking my dripping wet pussy... being careful not to overstimulate my sensitive clitoris... while I tried to quickly finish up the phone call with my husband.
We spoke for a few more minutes... then said our usual “I love you’s” and “goodbyes”.
I let out a heavy sigh, as I tossed my phone back onto the nightstand... grateful to be off the call, so I could wallow in the sensual pleasure of my lingering orgasm.
After enjoying my most recent climax for a while, I changed places with Marcia... kneeling between her legs... my lips and tongue toying with her vibrating clitoris, while finger-blasting her slippery wet pussy.
She laid on her back, moaning and murmuring about how good it felt... with her legs spread wide, and her hands clasped behind her head... as she closed her eyes, and let me do what I wanted to her.
Grinning salaciously, I reached into my bag on the night stand, and pulled out my traveling vibrator... the one that always served me so well on all of my countless business trips.
Enjoying myself, I turned on the vibrator... then placed it between her pussy lips... nudging it against her quivering clitoris... while reaching up with my free hand to fondle her boobs and pinch her swollen nipples.
A bit surprised, Marcia opened her eyes, and looked down at the humming toy pressed up against her swollen nub... then slowly twerked her hips and arched her back... reveling in the new climax beginning to blossom between her legs.
It didn’t take long before she caught her breath... let out a guttural moan... and arched her back even more... as tentacles of pleasure coursed through her trembling body. Grabbing my hand, Marcia held it in place... grinding her stiff clit against the pulsating toy... groaning and mumbling expletives, as she creamed all over the vibrator and my hand.
She rocked her hips, and tossed her head back and forth, as she savored her high-intensity, toy-assisted orgasm... eventually pulling my hand away when her nub became too sensitive to continue.
I smiled as I watched her body shake and shudder with pleasure, as I put the vibrator back onto the night stand, and slid up next to her trembling body.
Breathing heavily from our recent orgasms, we flopped onto the bed next to each other... gasping for air, and giggling about how fortuitous the evening had turned out... then eventually falling into a blissful, satiated sleep until morning.
Early the next day, we showered together... soaping up each other’s breasts, and taking turns using the hand-held shower head to blast each other’s clits... until we’d both enjoyed tremendous, tingly orgasms to start our day.
Marcia returned to her room to change into fresh clothes for the day, while I finished dressing, then took a taxi to the airport to catch my flight home.
I gazed out the window from my first class seat... images of the past few days bouncing around in my head, as the plane flew me home to Austin... happy to be heading home, but a little sad for the end to what had turned out to be a tremendously successful... and enjoyable... business trip.
As I walked through the front door of our house, I could hear my husband tinkering around in the kitchen... probably making something simple and impossible to ruin for dinner... like pasta with spaghetti sauce from a jar... which I loved.
I called out him as I dropped my briefcase in the foyer, tossed my keys onto the table in the entryway, and headed for the kitchen, saying, “Hey, honey... I’m home.”
My husband looked up from what he was doing, and said, “Great... just in time for dinner! How was the trip?”
I smiled to myself... memories of Troy and Marcia still fresh in my mind... as I slipped out of my blazer... draped it over one of the chairs by the kitchen table... and said, “Really nice... probably one of the best ever.”
After eating the spaghetti dinner he’d made... we both took a shower before climbing into bed... where my husband enthusiastically fucked me from behind until we both enjoyed wonderful orgasms.
As we drifted off to sleep afterwards, I smiled to myself... dreamily acknowledging that I was living the dream... and remembering that I had a business trip to Chicago scheduled for the following week.