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First Time Infidelity Day Two

As I got out of bed the next day, I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would for the amount of drinks that I consumed.

A little fuzzy headed and a dry mouth but all in all I felt pretty good.

I went to the bathroom to start my morning with a quick pee; a shower and brushing my teeth.

When I looked in the toilet after peeing, I noticed I still had some remnants of the previous night's encounter.

While I was showering my mind was thinking back to events that occurred the previous night, and although I should have felt shame or remorse that didnt seem to be the case.

By 7 a. m. I was sitting at breakfast with the other ladies chatting about our last evening's adventures, and when asked I told them I'd had a few drinks and was in bed early.

They didnt need to know which bed I was in, so I took the comments lightly when they told me I needed to be more adventurous.

By 8 a. m. we were all at our respective conferences or meetings, and had made plans so see a show that evening.

I had been going to this event for years so the information was pretty much a repetition of what I'd heard in years past, and I found myself letting my mind wander.First Time Infidelity Day Two Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ

I was daydreaming about my encounter the previous evening with Bill, and I found myself starting to become aroused.

The more aroused I became the more I wanted to experience more time with Bill.

At 10 a. m. it was break time, and we were given fifteen minutes to stretch and use the restroom.

The little distraction from just sitting helped a little, but I knew it wouldn't be enough to keep my mind on track at the meeting.

I had Bill's business card with his information on it, but he didn't know my number or any other information about me except what I'd told him.

I pulled out his business card and before I knew what I was doing I was composing a text to Bill.

What should I say other than to thank him for the previous night; or should I let him know I was daydreaming about our time together on the previous evening.

I decided I'd just shoot him a text and say good morning and who the text was from.

I thought this was the best route to take and it would give him my number if he decided he wanted to contact me.

I was awash with thoughts and emotions as I hit the send button.

I was startled when my phone alerted me of an incoming message within seconds of me sending my text.

It was Bill and he was on break from his meetings also, and he was hoping that he would hear from me since he had no other way of finding me except in the hotel bar.

He told me he had spent the morning thinking about the time we had shared the previous night, and was hoping to see me again, even if just for a meal or cocktails.

I told him that I had spent most of my morning reminiscing about our time together as well, and that I'd love to have lunch with him.

We agreed to meet around noon at a quaint little restaurant just down the street from our hotel.

It was a good thing I didnt need to retain any of the information they were giving in the meeting over the next two hours, because my mind was a million miles away.

I was wondering what lunch would be like? would it be awkward, or causal, or what?

Would we end up together again before our trips ended, or was this just something that happened because we both had been drinking.

I was startled back to reality when the speaker announced that it was time for our lunch break.

I exited the hotel conference building and made my way down the street past my hotel towards the restaurant.

When I entered I noticed Bill was already there and had a table for us.

I made my way over to the table, but wasn't sure of the introduction protocol for meeting somewhat of a stranger for lunch that had been inside me the previous evening.

Before I could think of what to say, Bill was on his feet pulling my chair out for me.

As I sat down, I thanked him, and said that I was happy he responded to my text, and he said he hoped I'd reach out to him since he didn't have any contact information for me.

He told me I looked as good in my floor length dress as I did in the shorter one I'd had on the previous day.

I thanked him for the compliment and told him we had to wear floor length dresses to all our meetings and conferences.

We ordered a light lunch with both of us passing on alcohol, and opting for water instead.

Bill told me that his meetings were done for the day, and wondered what my afternoon schedule was.

I told him there was a large seminar in the afternoon, and that once I signed in I could probably slip out unnoticed, since there were so many people in this one.

He inquired to what I was going to do after I skipped out of the conference, and I told him that I wasnt sure yet.

He said he could give me ideas or options if I was interested.

I felt myself blush a little, but at the same time I felt my heart start beating faster.

I asked him if these options and ideas could be done out in public or only in private.

He laughed and said it could be done in either, but it might not be good to get arrested for nudity and indecent behavior while away from home.

I laughed and agreed with him that it might raise some eyebrows and questions with our respective spouses.

Bill paid for our lunch, and we left and headed down the street.

Once we were in front of our hotel, he said he was going to head to his room and clean up and asked if he was going to see me again anytime soon.

I told him as soon as I got signed into the meeting and slipped out, that I'd send him a text and let him know.

It was great that there were so many women arriving at the same time, because in all the hustle I was able to sign in, pop inside and head out another door and be on my way.

I sent Bill a text and told him that I was able to sign in and get out of there within a couple minutes.

He asked what my plans were and I told him I was thinking I might stop by and see him if he wanted company, and he said that sounded fantastic.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to stop by my room and change clothes or go as I was, and I opted for the later.

In minutes I was knocking on Bills door, and when it opened I was surprised that he was in his boxer shorts.

He invited me in and locked the door, then turned to face me.

He reached out and pulled me in close and kissed me, and I responded to his kiss.

Our tongues danced and explored each other's mouths, and although it was passionate it was more emotional than the alcohol induced kisses of the night before.

As we were kissing Bill was busy unzipping my dress, after which he slid it off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor.

My mind was racing and my body was reacting to Bills touch, and I wasn't sure what to do next.

Before I could do anything, Bill pulled me toward the bed and placed me in the center of it on my back.

He started the seduction by removing my shoes and little footie stockings.

He then crawled up onto the bed and kissed me again, then started to kiss my shoulders and neck.

He slowly kissed his way down to my cleavage, while raising me up enough to unhook my bra, and tossed it onto the floor.

I lay there wantonly as Bills tongue worked its way over my breasts and down my body.

He kissed my pubic area through my panties, and just his hot breath had me excited.

After what seemed like an eternity I felt his fingers in the waistband of my panties as he slowly worked then down over my pubic mound.

As he worked them off me, he continually kissed and licked his way towards my throbbing pussy.

When his tongue flicked out and hit my clit, it caused me to squeal a little bit which startled Bill.

He asked if I was alright and I assured him that I was better than alright.

It seemed like an eternity that Bill licked, sucked, and nibbled on my pussy and clit, and I thought I was going to pass out, but I didn't dare because I didn't want to miss a second of this attention.

Finally I felt his tongue tracing its was back up my body until our lips were once again locked together, and our tongues darting about each others mouth.

I'm not sure when it happened but Bills boxer shorts were missing, and his hot, hard cock was pressing against my leg.

As he centered himself on top of me I pulled my knees up and back to open my hips, allowing Bill full access to my body.

We were both writhing our naked bodies against each other, and I let out another gasp as I felt Bills cock slide into my drenched pussy.

He pushed his hips forward, and as he filled me with his cock, my heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

It only took a couple of minutes for us to get into the same rhythm, with Bill pounding into me as I thrust my hips up to meet him.

I had my heels dug into Bills ass cheeks as he pounded away mercilessly at my pussy.

I lost track of how many orgasms I'd had up to this point, but when I felt Bills cock jerk inside me and heard him moan, I knew he was cumming in me and this sent me over the edge again.

I was cumming so hard I thought I was gonna loose control of my bodily functions.

Once Bill had emptied his balls inside me, he gave me a soft but passionate kiss, and told me that today was even better than last night.

I hugged him tight and told him that they were both fantastic, and that I could get used to this.

we just lay there there on the bed with our naked bodies pressed into each other until I felt Bills cock slip out of me.

Instead of either of us jumping up and heading to the bathroom, I got myself from under Bill, and rolled onto my left side and Bill snuggled in behind me.

I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew was that Bill was hard again, and his cock was pressing between my legs.

I couldn't pass up a chance like this so I reached down and guided it to my cum soaked pussy lips.

I guess Bill was awake also, because he pressed his hips forward and I arched my back, and pressed my ass back toward him.

He slowly slid up into me until I felt his pubic hair on my ass and knew he was all the way inside me.

This was a slow delicious fuck with no rush or thrashing about, just a rhythmic in and out, with Bill gripping my right hip.

It wasn't too long that I felt his cock jerk inside me and as before, it sent me into an orgasm.

When Bill had spent his seed, he pulled out of me and headed to the bathroom, so I took this chance to get up and put my dress on.

I didnt bother with putting my bra and panties on, but just tossed them in my tote bag I had with me.

Bill came out of the bathroom and told me I didnt need to rush off, but I reminded him that I had a show to attend that evening with the ladies.

I gave him a quick kiss and made my way out of his room.

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