When my plane touched down in Dallas, my pussy was still wet from the send-off fuck my husband gave me right before I embarked on my current three-day business trip there. Since I’d had my luggage shipped ahead directly to my hotel, all I had to deal with was my carry-on, and I was quickly out of the terminal and en route downtown.
By the time I checked in and did some unpacking, it was seven o’clock local time and I was starved—not only hadn’t I eaten all day, but my internal clock was a time zone ahead. Though I was still dressed in the jeans and pullover I’d flown in, I felt comfortable going down to the hotel lounge that way to get something to eat.
I’d eaten there frequently, and was disappointed when I didn’t see Rick behind the bar. Instead there was a pretty young lady tending bar. I was about to order a beer and a burger when none other than Rick slipped onto the stool beside me and said, “Well, hello, Mrs. D—, it’s so nice to see you again. I just got off my shift and thought I’d have a beer before going across the street to get something to eat.”
I said hello and asked Rick if he would like to join me for a burger, since I was about to order. He leaned close and whispered that the burgers across the street were much better, explaining that the cook on duty in the lounge kitchen just then had the habit of squeezing the juice out of his burgers till they were like hockey pucks. With a broad grin he said, “My treat if you’d like to join me across the street.”
“Okay,” I agreed, “but only on condition that you let me buy you that beer first.” He readily agreed.
I’d known Rick for about three years, roughly the time since my business had begun taking me to Dallas regularly, at intervals of two to six weeks. I always stayed at the same hotel, and always looked forward to seeing Rick. He’d always been a total gentleman and was always fun to talk to. He could be counted on to have a tasteful joke or two to share.
And he knew his town. He was absolutely right about the burgers across the street—they were totally delicious!
Afterwards, we returned to the hotel lounge for another drink. I had wine while he stuck with beer. He guided me to a table in a corner, a setting I realized was cozier than is suitable for a married lady sitting with a gorgeous hunk half her age. But as I said, I felt comfortable with Rick and so didn’t give the matter much more thought.
As I neared finishing my second glass of wine, Rick signaled for another, but I declined, saying, “I really have to get up to bed.”
He waved off the cocktail waitress, then looked at me and said, “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day—no, make that all year. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything, but I have fantasized about being with you.”
My mouth fell open. I didn’t see that one coming! Had I done anything to give him that idea? At last I composed myself and said, “That is sweet, Rick, but seriously, I’m a married woman.”
He leaned in close and whispered, “I know. That makes it more exciting. I promise I won’t leave any marks.” His hand cupped the crotch of my jeans, and he whispered, “I didn’t get dessert tonight, but there’s nothing I’d rather do than eat a juicy slice of this sweet pie.”
I looked at him. I knew I shouldn’t, but after some hesitation—maybe less than there should have been!—I said, “Oh, what the hell, life’s too short. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Minutes later we were upstairs in my room, tumbling on my bed, kissing and tearing at each other’s clothing. My top and bra came off while I was trying to undo Rick’s pants with a view to wrapping my lips around his cock.
Rick was really well-built and wonderfully strong, and easily pinned me on my back, then proceeded to bury his face in the valley between my breasts and nurse on my nipples like a starving baby. (As you can see, I was highly conscious of the age difference!) I finally got his pants open but then couldn’t get his raging hard-on out of his shorts. I had a firm grip on it, though, and my husky whisper that I wanted “to suck your fucking cock” got his attention.
He replied, “Let’s get out of these clothes and indulge ourselves in a little 69. You do remember, don’t you, that I made it pretty clear down in the lounge that I intended to eat your pussy.”
I had already wiggled out of my jeans and panties. Now Rick swung his leg over my head, putting his cock in my face, while he dived into the creamy folds of my snatch. I had an easy time throating his cock, which was shorter and skinnier than my husband’s. I’m not a size queen, though, and I was actually happy with a more comfortable-size tool. I mean, I can give any man his dream BJ, but let’s face it, a smaller tool is easier to blow.
I clutched Rick’s buttocks while he fucked my face and at the same time munched on my muffin like a starving puppy. (Hmm, there was that age-related thing again.) His tongue was long, for damn sure, and for a guy his age he sure knew how to use it to pleasure a woman’s pussy. His soft nose made circles around my throbbing clit while his tongue probed the crevices of my folds.
I felt my orgasm rising quickly. Rick’s cock, fucking my mouth, became harder, and his thrusts grew more urgent. Suddenly, as if a warm wave was washing over us, the bubble in my loins burst and at the same time my mouth was filled with gush after gush of bittersweet semen.
I swallowed every drop and licked Rick clean before releasing his shrunken cock from my lips. He continued to lap at my steaming box for several minutes. Damn the consequences! That was some of the best oral sex I ever had—worth the risk of being called a cougar on the prowl.
My nimble young lover quickly reversed positions and kissed me tenderly, then whispered, “I’ve never tasted a pussy so delicious.”
I reached for Rick’s cock, intending to start work—if you can call it work—on getting it ready for him to fuck me. I was startled to find it already as hard as it had been when I sucked it to climax! I spread my legs to provide access, and he settled into the cradle of my thighs, which I raised to better align my entrance, and guided him to it.
To boost his ego I told him he had the biggest cock I’d ever had. To my surprise, he smiled and said, “That’s sweet of you, but I have no problem with my size. I’ve never had any complaints.” And as if to prove it, he started fucking me like the Energizer Bunny. He banged me for a good 20 minutes and gave me a lovely orgasm before filling my cunt with his cream.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and in the morning fucked again. I wasn’t proud of myself for stepping out on my husband, but the deed was already done, so I spent the next two nights making love to Rick. However, on my last morning in Dallas I had to tell him that I couldn’t ever be with him again, out of respect for my marriage.
He seemed disappointed but said he understood and assured me that I could rely on his total discretion on my future visits. He promised to behave professionally whenever I stayed at the hotel in the future.
I absolutely believed him. I guess it was myself I didn’t trust, because for my next trip to Dallas, with a good deal of reluctance I switched to a different hotel. I’ve still never been back to the one where I met Rick.
—Name and address withheld