Wife on a business trip shares a room with a co-worker.
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The story I am about to recount to you happened a few months back. It just keeps flooding my memory every time I try to sleep in another hotel room. The problem isn’t that I travel so much, it’s the fact that now that I am 5 months pregnant, it doesn’t seem like guys want to take a married, pregnant housewife back to their rooms for a little fun. Before I became pregnant, I was constantly turning guys down that wanted to sleep with me. The married part didn’t seem to help either. I guess they figured less chance of me getting emotionally attached.
Needless to say, there were a few times that some guy was able to break down my barriers long enough to get me back to their room and fuck me mercilessly until the morning, when I would slip away, and back into the comfort of my own room. I would never see them again as it would usually be on my last night in town before returning home from my long business trip to the comfort of my loving husband’s arms.
Now before you go and get the wrong idea, I love my husband and we have a great relationship. It was decided early on that if we were both to be traveling as much as we did, we both knew what could happen. The promise that we made was that we would always tell each other about anything that had happened and that we would never get attached to anyone.
My only fear was that at some point, some random woman would show up at our door with my husband’s baby. I told him I didn’t think I could handle that. He promised that he would always use a condom and he wouldn’t cum inside of them, that was reserved for me, he told me. That fear was always in the back of my mind though, and I almost wonder if it had something to do with my current situation.
Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Rose, but most of my friends call me Rose. I am 5’2″ tall, I weighed a little over 125 pounds and I have dark brown, almost black hair. I would say my most alluring attributes are my breasts and my outgoing personality. Needless to say, my breasts have gotten me into some interesting situations.
I met my husband on an outbound flight from home to one of my favorite destinations. We had met in the bar across from the gate of our flight. Neither of us had any idea of the adventure it would lead us on. We sat there drinking and talking, right up until our flight was almost completely boarded. I was completely engrossed in his beautiful eyes and infectious smile. I am pretty sure my breasts, which were almost completely visible in my low-cut shirt, helped keep his attention on me.
We both jumped when we heard our names being called over the loudspeaker in the airport. We grabbed our stuff and headed for the gate. He grabbed my hand as we approached the gate, flashed a beautiful smile at the flight attendant taking the tickets, and asked if there were any seats left together. I could see how she looked at him, and I knew that he would be a handful, but at the time I really didn’t care. Somehow, we were both headed to the same destination, and there was a chance I would get to sit next to him for the 4-hour flight.
Normally I would put in my headphones and read a book, but when we sat down next to each other, that went straight out the window. This was probably the best flight I had ever been on. We talked almost non-stop. About half way through the flight I felt him grasp my hand in his, holding it tight as we continued to talk. At some point in time, he leaned in and kissed me deeply. I couldn’t help but melt into his kiss. I placed his hand on my knee, keeping my hand over his as he moved it up and down my leg.
I could feel myself getting very excited, knowing how into me he was. I started hoping I could sneak him away, it’s always been my fantasy to join the mile-high club, but sadly there was nowhere to go. The guy by the window just kept staring at us. I’m pretty sure he knew what we wanted, but if he isn’t going to get any action, why should we, right?
I did lean forward at one point, feeling my pants pull away from my back. I felt this handsome stranger look down the back of my pants, luckily, I had worn my black T-back thong. He sighed, then pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “Very sexy! Someone wants to get lucky!”
I blushed a little, then pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply, “I plan to!”
“Oh really? And who might the lucky guy be?”
“There is a whole group of us flying in from various locations. I end up in one room or another before the weekend is through.”
He kinda pushed back a little at that. I was pushing it a little harder than usual, but I wanted to see what he would do. Like I said, I travel a lot for work, so these things happen. I don’t want some guy that I just met getting all jealous, and at the time I had no intention of slowing down.
He looked deep into my eyes, then said the strangest thing I had ever heard, “That actually turns me on. My Ex-wife wasn’t into that, but I always had a fantasy of sharing her with other men. I’m quiet the pervert if you want to know the truth. There are a lot of things about me that may shock or surprise you!”
Now it was my turn to look shocked. “Oh really, and were you ever able to get her to do anything?”
“Once, and it was so hot, but after that she didn’t want anything to do with it until after I had filed for divorce. That wasn’t the reason for the divorce, just that she couldn’t handle all of my travel.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling. I travel a ton for my job, sometimes I’m gone a full week or 2. I usually just have my flings with guys that I meet or some regular guys that don’t want anything serious. I don’t get super attached to anyone, so I get to keep it on my terms.”
“That makes total sense, sadly it is much easier for a woman to find a man willing to keep it that way than it is to find a woman that would agree to that.”
“I can see that happening. I am not someone looking for anything like that. I like my freedom and what it allows me to do.”
“I can respect that. It sounds like you have a great life already. I hope that somehow we can spend some time together after this amazing flight!”
I reached down into my purse, showing him my lower back and down into the space between my pants and thong again. I placed my hand on his knee, then slid it high up his leg, brushing just the tip of his hardening cock with my hand. When I sat back up, I could see a huge smile on his face. He leaned in and kissed me deeply, pulling me close to him.
When we finally broke the embrace, I felt his hand on my back, sliding down my shirt and into the space between my pants and bare skin. He grasped my bare ass in his hand, then quickly pulled his hand out before we made the guy next to us sick.
I was flushed and breathing heavily, and I could see his eyes fixated on my cleavage. I so wanted to pull his head down into my breasts and feel his soft, tender kisses all over them. I was getting more and more hooked on this, and didn’t want to see it end, but then the flight attendant came on, telling us they were ready to make their final decent into Las Vegas. We straightened up and I started collecting my things.
I felt his hand grasp mine once I was all done. He held it all the way until we got to the gate and started to disembark. When we got inside the terminal, he spun me around, pulled me close, then kissed me, pressing me hard against him. I could feel his strong stomach muscles pressing into me, and my breasts being smashed between us.
I knew that we were parting ways. I knew he had his “thing” to go to, and I had mine, but I so desperately wanted to see him again. I picked up his hand, flipped it over, then placed a small piece of paper I had written on earlier into his open palm. I closed his hand around it, reached up, pulled his face to mine and kissed him again. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Call me when you get back. I would love to spend more time with you. Have fun this week and think of me, I’ll be thinking of you!”