Jocelyn's Strange Kink

Jocelyn swiped her key card and opened the hotel room door. As expected, no one was inside. She walked over to the bed, noting the rumpled bedclothes. She sniffed the air. It was very faint, but it was there.

Sex.

Someone had had sex in this room, in this bed. She got out her phone, took several pictures of the rumpled sheets from different angles, for evidence.

Her husband had been here, she was sure, probably with that girl from Accounting, Michaela. She walked to the other side of the bed, saw something lying on the floor, and picked it up. An undershirt. It was her husband's size and style. She held the collar to her face and sniffed. His cologne. No doubt now.

She pulled the top sheet down, and saw a hotel towel in the middle of the bed. She reached out her hand and felt it. It was damp.

Jocelyn's nipples hardened. She picked up the towel and sniffed the damp spot. Unmistakeable. The musky scent was different from hers, but there was no question. The towel smelled like pussy.

Fascinated, she carefully sniffed different parts of the towel, especially the damp areas. And there it was. Along with the aroma of pussy, there was the definite scent of semen. He had cum. Proof that they had fucked in this very room, on this very bed, on this towel.

She could visualize it now. They had fucked, some of her sexual juices getting onto the towel, and he had come inside the girl's pussy, and afterward, some of his semen had seeped out onto the fabric.

She felt her clit throb and was aware of the growing moisture between her legs.

She put down the towel and began to unbutton her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders. She cupped her tits in her hands and lightly pinched the nipples through the bra, then unclasped it and shook it off. In her forties, her tits were still firm, and she admired the way her nipples poked slightly upward. She pulled one breast toward her mouth, leaned down and licked the nipple. Omigod, that felt good. She felt her pussy getting wetter.

She kicked off her shoes, took off her skirt, folded it, and laid it across a chair. Just in panties now, the first spot of moisture beginning to show. She rubbed her pussy over her panties, and then rolled them down and kicked them off, naked now.

She crawled into the bed, between the sheets. They had been here, not long ago, their bodies writhing together under these sheets. Jocelyn squirmed, rolling to her side, onto her back, onto her other side, then onto her tummy, feeling the sensation of the sheets against her skin. While she did this, she imagined them doing the same, rolling together, skin to skin, her tits against his chest, his hard cock between them, rubbing against her legs, her belly. Rob was very sensual, and liked the skin-to-skin contact as part of his foreplay. She imagined the sounds of their bodies brushing against the sheets, their breathing getting more intense.

Then he would be sucking her nipples, making her moan, while his hand stroked her pussy. His hands were very skilled, and he was never in a hurry, something she loved about him. He would stroke her so softly and gently, moving slowly. Like this. Her hands stroked her mound as she imagined Rob doing to that Accounting girl. Slowly moving over the lips as they parted, eventually dipping into that now slippery channel, moving slowly, almost agonizingly, toward the pearl of a clit that would be erect and waiting.

She was willing to bet a million dollars that Rob would have made that girl come before he fucked her. So considerate. Make her come on his fingers, the way he had done for Jocelyn countless times. Magic fingers.

Stroking her own clitoris, she shivered at the memory.

Jocelyn rolled over onto her stomach, making sure the damp towel was underneath her pussy, and worked her body back and forth. Rubbing herself against the juices of their lovemaking. No, not lovemaking. Fucking. The juices of their fucking, his cock in her cunt. She pictured them, Rob on top, thrusting into the girl, her tits jiggling with each thrust, the bed creaking.

Jocelyn stopped, pushed back the sheet, and sat up. She got two pillows from the head of the bed, fluffed them, and placed one on top of the other in the middle of the bed, then draped the towel over them. Yes, she thought, that would work.

She straddled the pillows, positioning herself carefully so that they were between her spread legs, and started riding the pillows. Unnhh, unnhh, that was good.

Now she visualized the girl on top of Rob, riding his cock, fucking him. Sometimes back and forth, sometimes up and down, sitting up so he could see her tits moving as she rose up, and then sinking down, impaling herself on his hard cock. Her chest would get rosy pink, and start to shine with sweat. They would both be moaning and grunting. She would come on his cock, Jocelyn was sure, because she knew Rob had great control, would want the girl to come first. Would she have announced it? Would she have screamed, "I'm coming!"? Or would she have signaled her impending climax with a series of "Oh, oh, oh"'s and then silence, or maybe a wail? Or would she suddenly gasp at the pinnacle of pleasure, that moment when her pussy convulsed in orgasmic contractions?

Only when she had climaxed, when his cock would feel her spasms, would Rob let go, and spurt his cum deep into her tight pussy. Shooting his load into her. They would roll over, he would pull his glistening cock out and roll off her, and as their heartbeats and breathing slowed, his cum would slowly seep out of her onto the towel, where Jocelyn would smell it later.

Humping the pillows, and now also rubbing her clit, Jocelyn visualized the trickle of semen from Michaela's slit, white against the pinkness of her pussy, and she came hard, thinking about the fact that some of her juice would mingle with theirs on the towel.

It was a nice climax, for sure, and she had a couple of nice aftershocks. She rolled onto her back, picked up her phone, and texted her husband. "Ready now."

It was about ten minutes later, and she was just starting to get drowsy, when she heard the door unlock, and Rob came in. He looked at her, naked and sprawled on the bed, her legs open. "Wouldn't this make a nice picture?," he said.

"Yeah," she answered. "I need you to fuck me now, and tell me all about it."

"Did you come?," he asked, as he started taking off his clothes.

"Oh, yeah, a nice one. I was humping the pillow. The towel was a nice touch, because I could feel that it was wet from her pussy... and your cum. She must have been juicy. And thanks for remembering to leave the tee-shirt."

He pulled off his boxers, and his cock sprang free, not quite hard, but showing promise.

"I hope you didn't wipe if off when you got dressed," she said, as she eyed it.

"No, but some of it rubbed off on my boxers."

"That's okay. Bring it here," she said, having sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. She stuck out her tongue as he came near, and lightly swirled it around the tip of his cock, then leaned back and swirled her tongue around her mouth, tasting. "Hmmm," she said, "not getting much."

"Try taking more of it," he said, his cock already responding.

She opened wide, and took a couple of inches of him into her mouth, sucking. "Oh, that's better," she said, after a few moments, mumbling around his cock. She lifted her mouth off. "Yum." Then she licked down around the base of his shaft, near his balls, where some of the girl's pussy juices had gathered. "Ooohhh, she's tangy." She licked her lips, savoring.

"Well, I didn't go down on her, so I wouldn't know."

"Yeah, but I know you licked your fingers afterward. And smelled them. You wouldn't have been able to resist."

He sighed, "Yeah, you know me too well."

"So?" she asked?

"It was nice. I had a good time."

"She is such a slut, but a cute one, if she looks anything like the picture you showed me from the company directory. Did she come on your fingers as well as your cock? I want you to tell me, while you fuck me." She lay back down, on her tummy, again making sure she was over the towel. "I want you to do me from behind, but not doggy. Flat on the bed. I want to feel the towel."

He climbed on top of her, placing his legs outside hers, which would make for a nice, tight fit when he penetrated her. She had her right hand between her legs, and he knew the two middle fingers of her hand would be resting on her clitoris, so she would feel the pressure when he thrust into her. He looked at the wet, swollen lips of her pussy, tapped his cock against her slit a couple of times, and then pushed downward, slipping into her easily, she was so wet.

"I bet her pussy was tighter than mine," Jocelyn said, as she felt all of his length.

"It was nice," he answered, cautiously as always. "But I always love yours." He began to fuck her slowly. He had cum earlier, so he knew he could last for awhile.

"How did you do it? Who was on top?"

"I was. At first, though, unnhh, we were on our sides."

"Did she come on your fingers?"

"Yeah, it didn't take her too long to get off. I think she expected me to just play with her clit and then jump right on, but then she started getting into it. She was on her side turned toward me, so after she came, I just lifted her leg and got to where I could slip inside. I don't think she was expecting that."

"Yeah, keep doing that... what did the... unnhh... first penetration feel like?"

He kept up the rhythm the Jocelyn seemed to like. "Nice. It was different, from that angle. But good."

"Yeah... a new pussy. Was she nice and slippery?"

"Yeah... ummm... it was nice, but a little awkward after awhile and I didn't want to get a leg cramp, so we rolled her onto her back."

"And did your cock pop out of her?"

"Almost, but not quite! I kept the head just inside her. That's not easy to do, to change positions and not lose penetration. But now I had more control."

"Yeah, I bet you were... unnhh... deep in that slut's pussy. Did she talk? Did you?"

"Not really. She may have said, 'yes' or something like that now and then, but no words, really. Oh, man, your pussy feels so tight when we do it this way. Gawd."

"Sounds?" Jocelyn was getting more and more aroused, from both the fucking and her visualizing the scene. This was a game they had played a few times before, and each time, she seemed to get more turned on.

"Yeah, she had good sounds. You would have liked them. Not a lot of noise, and no words, mostly, but she had these whimpers when she started getting off... "

"Ohh, whimpers. That's hot. Like Fae?"

"More like Kendra," he answered. These were characters in videos. Rob and Jocelyn liked to watch porn together. They preferred the ones from the women-run studios, because they seemed less fake than the more traditional porn studios. Besides fuck videos, they had a few that were girl-girl or girls masturbating. When she was feeling especially horny, they would fuck while watching the video, and Jocelyn would try to keep herself on the edge, timing her climax so that she would come with the girl on the screen, which in turn would set Rob off. It was like the girl, or girls, were right there with them, all coming together.

"Oh, I'm so close to coming," Jocelyn gasped. "Are you going to come soon?"

"Yeah, anytime now. When you do. Ooooh, fuck. Where do you want me to cum?"

"In me. Umm. I want to know you're shooting your cum into me like you did in her. And then it will drip out of me."

"Whatever you say."

"What... ooh... that's good. What sounds did she make when she came?"

"She was panting as she was getting close, and then she seemed to almost stop breathing... and then... unhh... and then she gave a huge gasp, like you do when you're startled."

"And you felt it, didn't you? You felt her pussy come?"

"Yeah, I felt it... and now I'm gonna feel your cunt come on my cock. Do it. Come for me."

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm about to come. I'm about to.... Unnnnhhhhhh."

And he did feel it, as the walls of her pussy contracted around his cock, and he stopped thrusting to feel it, and as if her cunt was milking him, he felt the cum surge out of his cock, pulsing three, four, five times, painting the spasming inside of her snatch with his semen.

They lay side by side, recovering. After awhile, she said, in a voice that sounded dreamy and far away, "We should do this again sometime. Let's look at your company directory again when we get home. There was a cute thing in Marketing... Denise, I think her name was. I bet you'd like to fuck her."