Room 698

In the quiet of their suburban home, Sarah and Alex sat on their bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows around the room. They were in their late thirties, both attractive but in that comfortable way that comes with years together, their once sharp edges softened by time.

Sarah turned to Alex, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've been thinking," she began, tracing patterns on his chest with her fingertips.

Alex raised an eyebrow, pulling her closer. "Uh-oh. That usually means trouble." He kissed the top of her head, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice what had been on her mind for weeks. "I want to spice things up," she said finally. "I want us to try something new."

Alex chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm all for new and exciting, you know that." He nuzzled her neck, feeling her giggle at the ticklish sensation.

She pushed him away gently, serious now. "No, I mean really new. Like... role-playing." She bit her lip, waiting for his reaction.

Alex sat up, interested. "Role-playing? What do you have in mind?"

Sarah took another deep breath, her cheeks flushing pink. "I've always had this fantasy," she confessed softly, "of being... ravished by a stranger."

Alex's eyes widened in surprise. He leaned back against the headboard, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Not an actual stranger," Sarah hurried to add. "We'd role-play meeting as strangers." She reached out, taking his hand. "What do you think? Want to pretend to meet me at a hotel bar and really fuck me good?"

Alex looked at their hands, then back up at her face. A slow smile spread across his face. "I think," he said, squeezing her hand, "the idea is making me hard already, and we should make that happen."

And so began their weekend preparations. Over the coming days, they both spent time in the bathroom, shaving and grooming. Alex made an impromptu trip to the tailor, coming home with a sharp new suit that showed off his muscular body perfectly.

Sarah, on the other hand, headed to the mall to look for the perfect lingerie. She was thinking something sheer or even crotchless, when she saw the perfect thing. It was a little black dress hanging on a mannequin that, when she tried it on, clung to her curves like a second skin. It was daringly short, dangerously low-cut, and utterly unlike anything she usually wore. It was perfect, and would work best without a bra or panties underneath, so no need to keep lingerie shopping.

The day of their rendezvous arrived, and they left home separately for the hotel, each with a flutter in their stomachs. They'd decided on an upscale hotel downtown, far enough from home to feel like an adventure but close enough to be convenient.

Sarah arrived first. As she sat at the bar, nursing her first drink, she couldn't help but glance around nervously. She'd never done anything like this before. What if someone recognized her? What if Alex changed his mind and wasn't comfortable role-playing anymore?

But then, there he was walking in the door. As he did, looking every inch the confident stranger, all her nerves melted away. This was going to be fun!

--

In the dimly lit bar it took Alex only a moment to spot her from across the room. She was captivating in her new dress, and he thought he could see the faintest hint of her nipples through the fabric. As he scanned her body, he noticed the low neckline, highlighting her perfect breasts which looked to be free from other confinement. Her legs were crossed, barely helping keep her modesty in the very short dress which rose above the bottom curve of her butt checks when she sat down in it. He noticed how the dress hugged her hips and showed off her figure and it made him want to wrap his arms around her and take her to bed. But what he noticed most was that her eyes were sparkling with what looked like mischief and anticipation. He walked straight over to her sitting at the bar.

"Excuse me," he began, smiling, "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look like a woman who has a story to tell."

Sarah looked him over, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, do I now? And what makes you think that?"

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and inviting. "Your eyes. They sparkle with adventure. Like you've seen things, done things..." His gaze held hers, intense and full of promise. "... maybe even some naughty things."

She laughed softly, taking a sip of her drink. "Well, aren't you the observant one? Perhaps I have." She gestured to the seat next to her. "But please, sit down if you'd like to find out more."

Alex didn't need to be told twice. He sat down, their knees touching under the bar. "So, tell me," he said, his voice smooth as velvet, "what brings a beautiful woman like you to this hotel bar?"

She leaned in, almost whispering her answer. "I was looking for something... exciting. Something I can't find at home."

Alex raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Exciting, huh? And what makes you think you'll find that here?"

Her grin was wicked, her eyes shining with mischief. "Because I already have." She traced a finger along his thigh, feeling the muscle tense under her touch.

He put his hand on hers, stopping its progress but not pushing it away. "Well, aren't we forward tonight?" he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I like that."

She leaned back in her chair, her confidence unwavering. She reached up and put her arms behind her head as she leaned back, noticing his gaze flitting to her now very prominent breasts. "Good. Because I have... needs I'd like to have met tonight," she said as she licked her lips, her gaze never leaving his.

Alex leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Maybe I can help you meet your needs," he whispered. "But only if you tell me one thing first."

Her voice was barely a whisper in response. "What's that?"

He pulled back just enough to see her face, his eyes serious. "I don't see any lines under that little black dress. Are you wearing any panties?" His hand slid up her thigh, feeling the smooth skin of her legs.

She tensed for a moment, then relaxed, parting her legs slightly to give him better access. She glanced around and everyone else in the bar seemed totally engrossed in their own conversations. His fingers reached the hem of her skirt and slowly, as if asking for permission, slipped underneath, finding her wet and ready.

"No panties," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I was right about your adventurous side."

She gasped softly at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "You weren't supposed to find out so easily," she said, her voice breathless.

Alex smiled, his finger still slowly tracing her wetness. "I have my ways." In one smooth move her pulled his hand back, reached into his jacket pocket, and slipped a hotel key card into her hand, leaned in as if to kiss her, but pulled back at the last moment to whisper in her ear "Room 698. Be there in 10 minutes." With that, he stood up, dropped some cash on the bar for the bartender, and walked away.

She looked down at the key card, then back at him as he stepped into the elevator. "You're not even going to wait?" she called after him.

He turned around, winked at her. And with that, the doors closed and he was gone.

She looked down at the card again, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She finished her drink, stood up, and feeling a little tipsy from the drinks, made her way toward the elevators, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. Game on.

--

As the elevator doors opened at the top of the hotel, Sarah stepped out onto the plush carpet of the sixth floor. She clutched Alex's key card tightly in her hand, trying through the alcohol-induced fog to remember which room he'd whispered to her. Walking down the dimly lit hallway, her heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor.

At the end of the hall, one of the double doors to a large suite was propped open slightly, a sliver of light spilling in on the room's rug. Next to the door was a sign reading "Presidential Suite". Sarah paused, smiling. This must be it. I can't believe Alex got the nicest room in the whole hotel.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her eyes ached as they strained to adjust to the darkness. Her heart pounding in her chest as she slipped off her heels, leaving them by the door.

The room was almost completely dark, but for a sliver of light from under the door that was just enough for her to see the silhouette of a bed with a single body under the covers. Sarah took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she reached up and unzipped her dress. It fell to the ground in a puddle of black silk at her feet, leaving her completely naked.

She could feel the cool air of the room against her skin, her nipples hardening into tight buds as she stepped out of her dress. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation, her body aching for Alex's touch. She could hardly believe how turned on she was, how ready for him she felt.

As she slipped quietly under the covers, she reached out with her hands in search of the other body lying quietly next to her. As she reached out her hands tentatively, the fingers of her left hand brushed against warm flesh. Her heart pounded as she traced his body with both hands, feeling the hair on his chest and the muscles underneath. Her hands slowly slid down, feeling the ridges of his abs, and the trail of hair leading straight to his cock. He was already completely naked, and his cock was quickly growing hard as it pressed against the top sheet.

Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she took him in her hand, feeling the velvet smoothness of his skin, the steel hardness underneath. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, how much she wanted to be fucked by this mysterious stranger played by her husband. She thought back to her fantasy that started all of this. "I guess I was right. I really am turned on by being fucked by a stranger," she thought to herself.

She started to stroke him, slowly at first, then faster and he began to groan softly in response. His hands reached out for her, pulling her closer, his mouth finding hers in the darkness.

Their kiss was hungry, desperate, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths. Sarah could feel his need, his desire, and it fueled her own. Quickly she slid herself up his body, feeling her juices dripping on him all the way. She straddled his mouth, her pussy grinding against it as his tongue explored the folds of her pussy lips. He grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her flesh as he moaned against her hungry cunt. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "That feels so..." But before she could finish the sentence, his tongue found her clit and instead of "good" she just moaned loud enough that the neighbors would have heard it if this was all happening at home.

It felt so good she didn't want it to ever stop, but suddenly she couldn't get rid of the thought of his hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She started to slide her pussy slowly down his body, and as she did, he grabbed her tits with both hands. They fit perfectly in his strong hands, and she was now distracted by the need for him to suck each of her perfect breasts in his mouth. She lowered the right one first, and felt the nipple go in and getting wet from his spit. His tongue swirled around her nipple. The he sucked her breast into his mouth, as much as would fit, and instantly, electricity went up and down her spine and tickled her pussy. He continued to suck her in and out of his mouth for a few moments, and then switched to her left tit and did the same to it. Again electricity shot down straight to her pussy, now pulsing with desire, and reminding her how empty and ignored it currently felt.

Sarah slide her wet pussy lips down a little more until she felt the tip of his cock sliding over her velvety wetness. It felt amazing and she could think of nothing else but keeping the feeling going. She rubbed her cunt over his shaft, rocking her pelvis back and forth over his rock hard manhood. The movement made her feel like she was the man fucking her lover, and the thought of being sexually in control drove her even more wild with passion. She sped up and pressed her slit hard against is cock. She could tell she was quickly building toward an orgasm.

Just then Sarah gasped as he slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them up to stroke that spot deep within her that made her see stars. She rode his hand, her hips moving in time with his fingers as she chased her orgasm.

She couldn't wait another second, leaning back to grab his stiff member, she greedily stuffed in inside of herself and rode it like it was a wild animal. It felt so good having his cock pounding in and out of her, and she could feel herself about to come. The sensation increased in her pulsing pussy and started to spread throughout her body. She was close. Just then, she felt him shooting his cum inside of her. He was moaning loudly, grabbing her hips and yanking her into himself with all his might. As she felt her orgasm peak, she leaned back, still riding his cock, and screamed, "Fuck me, Alex!"

He stopped moving for a moment, and after a very slight pause, the room was illuminated with the light from a single bedside lamp. Sarah blinked against the sudden brightness, her eyes eventually widening in shock. There, between her legs with his cock in her pussy, was NOT Alex pretending to be a stranger, but an actual stranger, his eyes also wide and confused as he looked up at her.

"Who are you?" they both said at the same time, their voices filled with surprise and confusion.

Sarah's mind raced as she tried to process what had just happened. Had she somehow gotten the wrong room number? One thing was for sure. The man beneath her wasn't Alex, but a real strangers she'd just fucked.

They looked at each other for a moment trying to decide what to do next. Sarah started to laugh first, a giggle that bubbled up from deep within her. "I'm so sorry," she said, shaking her head as she climbed off him and reached for her dress. "I think I got the wrong room."

The man looked at her, his expression stunned as he sat up in the bed. "You're telling me," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice now too.

Sarah started to slip her dress back on, zipping it up quickly before turning to face him again. "I'm really sorry," she said again, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I thought... I was supposed to meet someone here."

The man ran a hand through his hair, looking at her with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Well, you certainly did that," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I'm Brad, by the way."

Sarah laughed again, shaking her head as she held out her hand to him. "Sarah," she said. "Nice to meet you... I guess."

Brad took her hand. "So, Sarah," he said, his eyes never leaving hers, "you're telling me I just had the best fuck of my life by accident?"

Sarah's cheeks flamed at his words, but she couldn't help but laugh again. "I guess so," she said, shaking her head again in disbelief.

Brad laughed too, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked up at her. "Well, that was certainly an interesting accident," he said, still chuckling. "But you know what? I didn't mind one bit."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. Glancing down she noticed his cock beginning to get stiff again. "What's happening down there?" she asked, pointing at his erection.

Brad's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers tracing the hem of her dress. "I think," he whispered back, his voice husky with desire, "I can see through that dress when it's backlit like this."

Sarah gasped as his fingers found their way under her dress, slipping between her thighs to stroke her still wet pussy. She was shocked to feel herself responding to his touch already, her body aching for more.

But as they looked at each other in the soft glow of the lamp, Sarah also felt something shifting inside her. This wasn't how she'd planned to live out her fantasy tonight, but maybe... maybe it was exactly what she needed.

She took a deep breath and reached out to touch him again. "You know what?" she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I've always wanted to be fucked twice by a complete stranger."

Brad's eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire as he looked up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Sarah nodded, biting her lip as she climbed onto the bed next to him. "I'm sure," she said, her voice filled with determination.

And so, they began again, their bodies entwined as they explored each other in the soft glow of a single lamp. This time, there was no hesitation, no confusion. Just two strangers, lost in the moment, finding pleasure in each other's bodies.

As they moved together, Sarah felt herself losing track of everything except for the feel of his body against hers, the sound of his voice in her ear. She's forgotten about Alex and the mix-up with the room numbers. All that mattered was this moment, this man, and the intense connection they shared.

And as she came undone beneath him, her body shaking with pleasure, Sarah knew that this night had turned out differently than she'd expected... but in some ways, it was exactly what she had wanted.