Hotel Visitor

I recently moved to this small city for employment as a fireman. I met Bill at the gym I chose nearby the house I was buying. We became friends right away, and now we jog, workout or go for beers most days. Bill's an office worker at an insurance company; I'm 6 feet with a powerful, athletic body, very health conscious, so Bill asked me to motivate/coach him into a better fitness lifestyle.

The weekend after we met, Bill invited me to attend a BBQ party at Kelly's, one of his coworkers. Reluctant, but wanting to get to know people in my new city, I went; it's better than sitting in my hotel room as my new house wasn't ready and I can't just go to the gym or jog my entire day off.

Bill introduced me to the hosts, Kelly, and his wife Susan; after being welcomed, I was told to help myself to libations, food and to go mingle.

There were about 20 or so in the back yard, small groups drinking chatting, some standing, some sitting, a warm sunny day, a few kids running about.

I didn't know anyone except Bill, who seemed to be popular with everyone, so he was rarely alone, unlike me; I found myself sitting alone, rather unnoticed, on the deck quietly and found amusement in observing the festivities and people watching.

I noticed Susan as she curried about, for some unidentifiable reason I was attracted to her, I don't know why, as she wasn't astonishingly attractive. She quite frankly would be more in the 'plain' category; 5' 3 or 5'4". The bright blue with white flowered, simple cotton summer dress, didn't enhance her curves, which as near as I could surmise in the loose dress were not that great.

Susan most likely would often be described with words like 'the mom next door,' with 'a few extra pounds.' I'd say her most adoring asset would be her shoulder length straw-blonde hair, currently pulled tight in a ponytail, combined with her sparkling blue eyes, although seemingly sad, were sultry.

She was also likely 10 years my senior and married, nothing like the single, well endowed, fine figured, party gals I dated back home.

I guess it might have something to do with the fact I normally had sex 2 or 3 times a week back home, and it's now been 15 days since I moved here and yet to meet anyone.

I was sipping my beer, slightly sweaty under the mid-day sun.

Susan, always smiling, was single handedly being a perfect host, making sure everyone was comfortable, had drinks, clearing leftover food, filling the ice bucket, moving amongst everyone and yet she didn't stop to chat with anyone, she was performing more like a maid than a host.

I also noticed how often she catered to her husband, although he was of small stature, he seemed to control Susan, and when she wasn't doing her host duties, he had her running to refill his drinks, fetch a smoke, or a snack.

I saw no intimacy, not even eye contact, she was always looking at his feet when he spoke to her; he behaved like her boss, giving directions.

That didn't sit well with me.

I watched as Susan came from the house with a black garbage bag, one with the red tie strap, I watched her intently as she went around tidying up, gathering paper plates, plastic utensils, cups, napkins, and such, putting the used items into the rapidly expanding bag.

I picked up several empty bottles and followed her inside.

I stepped through the patio doors behind her, "I'd like to help, I don't know anyone here besides Bill, and I've been watching you run your ass off." I took the trash bag from her.

"Please sit down for a minute Susan and take a break, tell me what I can do to help." She gave me a huge smile, not just her mouth, her entire face lit up, especially those gorgeous blue eyes and rosy cheeks.

"Well, I guess you could take that bag out to the large containers beside the garage." I took the bag returning a smile as I tied it.

When I returned, Susan was washing dishes in the sink. I didn't say anything, I grabbed a cloth and started drying. Susan didn't thank me with words, her eyes did, as she looked up and smiled at me.

I attempted to make conversation, I say attempted as I rarely got more than a word or two responses from her. I rambled on about myself, my job, I confided I was staying at the Marriot because the house I purchased the day after I was hired by the local fire department needed some upgrades.

I likely told her more about myself than normal, I guess I was trying to get her talking, maybe somewhat trying to impress her.

It seemed futile, she seemed very reserved, I took it as she was shy, married, and not about to get involved with a younger man hitting on her.

Just as the dishes were done, Kelly arrived, gave me a menacing glare, told Susan in a demeaning tone; "get with it and look after the guests, those dishes could have waited until my friends were gone."

My fists clenched; I had to bite my tongue as I stared back at the little man.

I returned to the chair in the corner of the deck.

As the afternoon turned to evening, Kelly was getting drunker and behaving obnoxiously, he began flirting and even sexually aggressive with other wives.

His rude behavior not just put a damper on the party, pretty much ended the evening; couples were leaving; their rejection angered Kelly, which caused him to verbally abuse Susan, for some unbeknown reason, blaming her.

Bill and I were one of the last to leave, Susan was saying good-bye, finally finding words, she was genuinely thanking me for helping out.

Kelly staggered over, wobbling, he grabs Susan's arm, slurring, "Hey quit hitting on my wife or I'll be hitting on you."

I snickered, and spoke softly, leaning toward him, ya, I thought I'd egg him on, part of me hoped he'd take the first swing.

"You're an obnoxious jerk, and not worth the effort."

I'm not sure if that's why Susan smiled so profusely and had to turn away, but she had such a gorgeous beaming smile, and those gorgeous blue eyes sparkled when I departed.

Bill dropped me at the hotel, I was laying on the bed in my shorts, scrolling through emails and messages on my cell phone.

There was a light knock on the hotel door, I wasn't 100% sure it was on my door it was so faint, I thought it might be across the hall. If I'd been sleeping, I wouldn't have heard it at all; to be sure I got up and looking through the peephole all I could see was the back of a head with blonde hair, I unchained and opened the door.

I was shocked to recognize it was Susan, looking lost, her fists clenching the grey raincoat she was wearing.

"Hello," I smiled; she was expressionless, her sultry blue eyes, staring deep into mine, she flung open the coat, held the sides wide, showing me, she was naked. She stepped past me.

I closed the door, reaffixed the chain and when I turned, I saw a voluptuous, nude body, not an hourglass figure, but curvy and sexy. Susan's impressive breasts already had extended, hard nipples on large dark brown areoles, and a smooth shiny vulva.

I was stunned, mouth agape; my mouth might have been wider than my devouring eyes, she wasn't a model, her figure wasn't hourglass, but she was very alluring.

Susan came to me, her right arm went around my neck, lifting to her tiptoes she feverishly kissed me, hot enough to set off the fire alarm, thankfully it didn't.

Her left hand traced gingerly over my abs, down my stomach and inside my boxers.

I've never been attacked so seductively; she was obviously here for one reason.

Susan pulled me to the bed, her eyes were transfixed, hypnotic, hungry, boring intently into my soul. Her talented fingers the sexual spontaneity, and the fact I'd been celibate for a couple weeks, I was hard by the time she lowered my shorts.

She straddled me, her pussy was extremely wet; I guess she either got herself warmed up on route or her anticipation had been all the foreplay required as she was ready to fuck, she had no trouble settling down over my wide girth 7" shaft.

Susan's eyes rolled back, and she moaned loudly as her bum cheeks pressed against my hips. She squeezed her inner muscles around my cock; I'd never felt anyone pulse their vaginal muscles like that, it was sensational, like being milked by a wet, warm, gloved hand.

Susan leaned way back, her hands holding my ankles and she started a gentle rolling of her hips, which quickly became frantic twerking.

That first orgasm came quick, she paused, her inner muscles pulsed, as she moaned. Then Susan leaned forward, our tongues swirled as she slowly, methodically, and carefully raised and lowered her hips to utilize the entire length of my rigid rod; pausing at both ends of her stroke, sometimes a circling motion, sometimes a squeeze; I was amazed at her vaginal muscle control.

Her hands guided me to pinch and twist her nipples; she rubbed her clit as she rode me.

Susan was gasping, her face contorted, another quivering climax, made her groan.

After that second orgasm subsided, Susan released the most energetic, eager, primal, sexual partner I'd ever had, wilder than I'd even dreamed of, she was a sexual beast, hungry for satisfaction; I was her boy toy, she came to play, and she knew how, she led, but I enthusiastically followed.

Over 2 hours of intense copulation in several positions, I came earlier, but that only put Susan into overdrive, she wasted none of my sperm, hastily swallowing and keeping me hard.

We disconnected, gasping, sweaty, spent.

Not a word had been spoken, words weren't necessary, our murmurs, moans, groans, and sighs and gentle caresses were all that was needed to accomplish

that unbelievable, animalistic, primal, carnal, sensational sex.

I awoke, not sure if I passed out from exhaustion or calmly fell asleep reminiscing the bliss of the greatest sexual experience of my life.

My arm searched the vacancy beside me, I was alone, making me momentarily wonder if it had all been just a dream; no, my dick was soft and happy, and the scent of sex lingered in the room; I knew without a doubt it was real.

I went to the bathroom, although I only had a couple beers, I felt hungover, it had to be a sex hangover, I chuckled to myself, as I'd never felt so drained and satisfied.

There was a heart on the bathroom mirror made with red lipstick, in the middle was a red lip print kiss.

The entire day my mind replayed the evenings wild erotic encounter. In all my years and the many young women, I'd slept with, none compared to last night's ecstatic performance.

Susan was married, and she had her fling, a one-night stand and I had the fantastic memory of being with a wild cougar, a MILF.

I logged it in my memory banks, but I had no intentions of acting on my desires with a married woman.

Two days later my house was ready, and I spent most of my free time moving in, buying stuff to make it mine.

I dated a few gals over the next weeks, had some decent sex, but to their discredit, I found myself always comparing their performance to that night with Susan.

I was attending a Halloween party at Bills, Kelly and Susan arrived. I had an immediate flashback to that night all those intense, pleasurable, sexual feelings returned, it felt like it happened last night, not three months ago.

Susan looked good, damn good in a hippie costume. She had a shorter, cute haircut, a headband with a daisy above her right ear. The tie dyed minidress was tight, hugging her hourglass curves, and showing a tantalizing teasing amount of thigh; she'd lost weight, she was much sexier, no longer a dowdy housewife, she transformed into a foxy lady, with a sensuous, body.

I avoided them, but watched Susan from afar, Kelly was maintaining his control over her, keeping Susan nearby.

I often caught Susan smiling seductively at me, flirting with bodily gestures.

She was sitting on the arm of the sofa beside Kelly, when she spotted my looking, she intentionally widened her legs as she kept her left foot on the floor, lifted her right across Kelly's lap, pausing to leave me staring at that alluring smooth shiny pussy between her wide-open thighs, before lifting her second leg across Kelly. The whole time she was gazing salaciously and biting her lower lip.

I swear in that moment I saw her vagina muscles squeeze. My member responded, and I had to move to the kitchen to get another beer, the fresh one I was holding when Susan flashed me just disappeared.

Kelly once again was pounding back the hard liquor and started hitting on other wives, even though he now had the sexiest woman at the party standing next to him. I kept an eye on them, but didn't dare get near.

An hour or so passed, I'd been chatting with new acquaintances, I returned to the living room with a fresh beer.

Kelly was on the floor slouched beside the big armchair, downing another drink.

Susan rose from the chair approached me.

I knew it was bound to happen; I mustered up all my restraint.

"You've changed," I smiled.

Susan stopped barely in front of my, blinked those sultry baby blues, I was glad I was taller, as I looked down, no one could tell if I was looking in her eyes, or at her bulging breasts. Truth is I was ogling both.

"You changed me, you made me feel wanted, desired. You made me feel sexy... even when I didn't."

Susan took a sip of my beer; her sexy eyes had that hungry look I never got out of my memory. My tiny head was trying to enter the conversation.

{Do it man, take a hold of her, take her to a bedroom and do it, you both want it.}

"I lost 17 pounds, went to a salon got a completely different look, all because you made me feel sexy again." She smiled holding my hand.

"That day we first met, after the BBQ, Kelly was falling down drunk, he was furious at me, jealous of you, extremely angry, we fought, I was scared and walked out for the first time." Susan took my beer again, another swallow.

"I hunted for you that night; you shared enough information as we did the dishes that I knew where to find you." Susan took another gulp of my beer.

"You made me feel like a wanted woman that night." She caressed my cheek, softly, tenderly; "You came into my life precisely when I needed it." She finished my beer.

"I was struggling with the decision to take pills that day. I felt so alone, undesired, isolated; then you, showed interest." Susan finished my beer, her eyes glazed, she was fighting back intense emotions.

"I didn't want to return home to Kelly, after our romp. You gave me hope, I felt wanted by you." Susan inhaled deeply, peered into my eyes.

"I tried to treat that hotel encounter as a one-night stand; my regret I didn't get your number grew. I craved more; that night was so good. I returned a few nights later, but you were gone.

I searched for a way to contact you, I even contacted the fire stations, but they wouldn't divulge any information. Some days I parked at different firehalls, hoping to see you. I couldn't bring myself to ask Bill for your number and remain discreet, as he works with Kelly."

Susan gazed up at me with her baby blues, batted her lashes, curled her luscious lips. "I'd hoped I'd impressed you enough that night that you'd return to my house; as you knew where I lived." Her voice changed she looked down at the floor.

"I guess I didn't; my makeover and changes went for naught." She emitted a deep disheartening sigh.

"Oh no Susan, you impressed me very much, I was enamored, enthralled; I thought of you daily and I too wanted more, I often thought of returning, but I felt guilty, you're married, it felt morally wrong, so reluctantly I didn't come to you."

Susan perked up, a grin, her eyes regained that sparkle.

"Well, can we connect again?" She touched my hand, it was electric; we both felt it. I wanted to say yes and scoop her up and carry her out; but I let go of her hand.

"I do want to Susan, very much so I do, but my morals and values make me say no, you're married, it would be wrong." We both had sadness overtake us as I turned to fetch another beer.

A while later, Susan tapped my shoulder, from behind. "Will you help me with Kelly?"

"What?" I queried.

"He's passed out, I can't rouse him." I followed her to the other room.

Kelly was passed out on the floor beside the large chair where I last saw him, a tipped over glass in his hand has his pants wet in an embarrassing, conspicuous area.

"We could leave him there; I'll take you home."

Susan gazed up at me, a twinkle in her eye, the edges of her lips curled up, I could see it in her expression she was thinking about that scenario, and she was liking that proposal and what would most likely transpire.

"Hmm," she nodded, "but what would Bill think if we left together leaving Kelly here and tomorrow would be rather awkward to explain why I left him here."

She stood, smiling, silent, thinking.

"Ok, will you please put him in our car, follow me home, then you can carry him to bed."

I thought why not, at least we'll be together, and I'll have a chance to talk after, maybe I can explain better why I can't hook up with her even though I want to.

I threw all 125 pounds of Kelly over my shoulder and carried him out fireman style.

Susan opened the back door of their SUV, and I flopped him in. I followed her with my car.

Pulling up to their house, I had a flashback to our first meeting, the BBQ the dishes, the hotel room.

It was a hell of a lot tougher getting a floppy drunk outta the back seat than it was getting him in.

Susan opened doors and led me to the master; I flopped him across the large bed, she pulled off his shoes and taking my hand, flipped off the light, closing the door as we exited the bedroom.

Susan pounced on me like a cougar on her prey, almost knocking me over as she jumped up, flung her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind me.

Kissing me like I'd just returned from war. After a furious couple minutes of passionate kissing, she whispered, "next door on the right" and stuck her tongue back in my mouth.

I carried her into the other bedroom and as the door closed, she stood, and of all the women I'd seen undress, Susan established a new record, she was naked before I had my shirt off and dropped to her knees undoing my pants.

Again, she had my erect in mere moments.

I didn't need much coaxing, and we were soon on the bed; frantically fucking like I'd just returned from war.

Both of us oblivious to her husband in the next room, we went wild, our bodies succumbed to the tempest of lust, and we fucked hard.

Susan was loud enough to wake the dead, or at least the neighbors, more than a couple times.

When we finally satiated our animalistic desires and were casually copulating in a spooning position; I was tenderly caressing, squeezing her marvelous melons.

Susan brought my hand to her clit, and quietly remarked, "Kelly doesn't excite me at all, he treats me badly, better than before, I'm not afraid of him; he uses me as a maid and sperm receptacle. For some unbeknownst reason I still somewhat love Kelly; but I've never had anywhere near such good sex as I have with you, I'd like to maintain a causal relationship, purely for sex."

I didn't respond verbally; I gave her another orgasm; still justifying my refusal to ongoing hook-ups. Could I? This one was as sensational as the first; we've already done the deed twice. So, using the cheating reason is invalid.

As we cuddled, reveling in the bliss, she said.

"You better leave, I understand you don't want to jeopardize my marriage, but if you think I'm worthy, I'd like us to arrange Wednesday evening fuck sessions, when Kelly goes out of town for sales meetings."

We exchange numbers before kissing one last time at the door.

The next day Susan texted me, she shared a pic of her in some very sexy lingerie; she stated she was willing to pay for a hotel room, that she didn't want to meet at her house, as the neighbors would be suspicious seeing a hunk of a fireman spending time there when they knew Kelly wasn't home.

I gave her my address.

When I pulled into my driveway Wednesday just after my shift at 4pm, Susan was there, waiting in her car.

She was beside my car before I got out and before my car door was shut her arms were around me, she was kissing me passionately.

After a steamy hot kiss, she said, "I ordered Chinese delivery for 6:30, that should give us time for a good first fuck."

The moment the door closed I pinned her to the wall, forcefully, yet respectfully, I slowly unclothed her, my fingers gently exploring her flesh as I exposed it. My left hand had her hands above her head, I was nibbling her nipples, my right, deftly undoing her jeans, my forefinger found her as wet as ever.

I fell to my knees taking her jeans and panties down.

"Mmm, I don't want Chinese, this is what I want."

I nuzzled into her pussy, savoring her juice, my tongue made long, lingering lick along her luscious labia.

For the first time, I ate her delicious pussy; she quivered almost instantly.

We ended up in a 69 on the entrance rug, at the release of my jism into her mouth. She was shivering her second climax.

We rolled on the floor, fornicating like feral rabbits. Once more it was raw, primal, unbelievably intense.

We were on the diminishing side of her 3rd orgasm doggy style, when the doorbell rang.

Susan jumped from the floor grabbed my t-shirt as I scampered out of view my glistening rigid rod, bouncing, I held it from bobbing as I darted to the kitchen; Susan answered the door paying for the food.

Although I had fantasized about her in my house, using our first two fuck sessions for reference, I didn't think it could possibly get better, BUT ... maybe it was the freedom of being at my house, no distractions, no husband in the next room. Whatever the reason the result was this has already been an even better fuck than our previous high bar setting of exceptional session of sensuous sex.

While sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, eating, I tried asking about her life, Kelly, their marriage and such, but once again, to no avail.

We were sipping wine, Susan cracked open a fortune cookie.

She read it aloud "If you spend all your efforts seeking fulfilment, you may not recognize it when it's found."

She chortled "Well, I guess I can quit looking." She crawled close, cuddled and gave me a kiss.

I picked one, broke it open, pulled the little scroll out, read it,

"You are right where you should be in life; be grateful and savor it."

I tossed the paper aside scooped up Susan and carried her to the bed,

"I'm about to savor it, you're about to get fulfilment."

This time I was the one in control, I unhurriedly took her to her precipice; by changing positions, speeds, or even stopping, I kept her on the verge of climax. She was to the point of begging, whining, even trying to take herself across the finish line.

I grasped her wrist, pulling her fingers from her clit.

"No, you were the aggressor both other times, tonight is my turn to tease you."

I stepped off the bed, got a feather and a pair of white silk gloves; items i'd gotten rave reviews from in the past.

"I don't have cuffs or a mask;" I laid the feather across her tits,

"Keep your hands under your head and close your eyes."

I put on the silk gloves. I roved my hands lightly over her entire body, caressing slowly, delicately.

Susan maintained moaning and writing incessantly, I teased her aroused nipples and wiggled along her wet labia with the feather.

When I felt I'd kept her on the cusp long enough I slid my two middle fingers of my right hand into her, curved my fingers upward to press on her g spot; my left hand pressed firmly downward against her pelvic area, my thumb on her clit.

"You may use your hands on your tits, my two will be very busy down here."

I started a steady up and down motion, not in and out; I wanted firm contact on her G.

Her fingers were twisting and tugging her nips, her eyes begging me to tale her over. I sped up my hand, actually lifting her hips slightly as I pulled up, my thumb pressing and wiggling on her clit.

Her groaning and sporadic convulsions happened as she ejaculated, squirting.

Her profound orgasm making her legs shake as her vagina spew forth a gush I withdrew, and her convulsions squirted an arc of liquid as she screamed my name.

I returned my fingers and pursued to make her writhe and secrete twice more before she rolled to her side, curling into the fetal position, quaking, murmuring.

Several minutes later she cuddled alongside me,

"Wow, that was a first, I read about it but never expected to do it."

We cuddled briefly, making out, Susan took the initiative, and again straddled me, rode me, not like a wild cowgirl after another orgasm. This time she was savoring the experience, she was giving me pleasure, returning the favor of the wondrous explosion I just gave her.

It was sensuous, intimacy rather than lust, a delightful, slow copulation culminating in a mutual, simultaneous toe-curling climax.

Spent, sweaty out of breath we ended up on our sides, falling asleep embracing.

I awoke to the aroma of bacon and coffee; I slipped my legs into my boxers and upon arriving to the kitchen, I had to stop and admire the view. Susan was at the stove, she had on a baker's apron, but her naked backside was exposed toward me, her spectacular hourglass figure and that awesome ass was mesmerizing.

To hell with the bacon, I wanted to bury myself between those nice round firm cheeks.

I spotted her jotting something down on a notepad as I came up behind her.

My hands went around, found my way under the apron, I pressed my member against her butt as I rolled her nipples.

"MMMmmm that's nice." She turned giving me a passionate kiss.

"Breakfast's ready, hurry, we might have time for a quicky before you have to leave for work."

"I'll skip breakfast and not rush a quicky."

"You never know when you'll get a call, you need nourishment, now sit." Susan slapped my chest with the flipper.

I was still sipping coffee, barely done breakfast, Susan dropped the apron, lifted her left leg across my lap, pressed one of those awesome tits to my mouth. She didn't need to do much as she quickly got me hard, and said,

"I don't want you to leave, but you must." She lifted herself reached under, tucked me in as she lowered onto my cock. "I want to take your jism with me."

I never expected her to be so proficient at lap dancing, twerking until she had what she wanted deep inside.

We hurriedly dressed, kissed intimately, she thanked me and rushed off.

The following week, I worked nights, so we only sexted, exchanging pornographic images and lewd conversations; both expressing how much we wanted to be together.

On Friday just before 4 o'clock quitting time, I got a phone call at the station from Susan, she asked if she could stay the weekend with me.

She told me Kelly needed to go out of town, and she missed me.

I agreed, told her I'd be home in 15 minutes.

When I arrived home, she was already in my driveway, sitting in her car. I parked on the street, I guess she didn't see me, as I tapped on her car door window, startling her; she was writing in that notebook again.

We excitedly embraced; a tender intimate kiss, I took her suitcase inside.

I expected her to once more jump me; but she put her hands on my chest, looking deep into my eyes, with a very serious gaze.

"Get us something to drink I've got news I need to share before anything else."

"Beer or wine?" I asked I felt her excitement, withholding some great news, she was bursting to tell me.

"Uh .... Beer, we'll have wine later." She went to the sofa.

I returned with 2 cold beers; she was sitting in the middle of the sofa; her hands folded on her lap.

She lifted that notepad, waving it at me, "I'm writing a second book."

I sat, she tossed the pad on the table took the beer, chugged a big swig.

"Ahh," she sighed, "I met with my publisher Monday;"

She took another gulp, wiped her mouth on her wrist like a country gal.

"I sold the follow up to my first book." Her face was beaming with joy; I've got 4 months to finish it."

"Really? You published a book, and writing another... Am I in it?" I asked jokingly.

"Yes," she squirmed excitedly

"you've become the supporting role to the main character; you're a knight in shining armor." She finished the beer, held her hand to her mouth "Excuse me," She belched, we both chuckled.

"My first book was about a fair maiden trapped in the castle, being abused as a slave by her husband the prince as he diddled the castles entourage."

"What?" I said looking at her quizzically.

"This second book is about the sad maiden finding a savior, who arrived riding in on a white steed. That's you, she leaves the castle and the abusive prince to find love in the village, sharing sensational sex with the knight resulting in happiness ever after, for them both."

She takes my beer and chugs it.

"So, my divorce papers were served to Kelly today at his work."

She batted those sexy baby blues, wiggled her eyebrows.

"So, if you are interested in having a fair maiden move in with the royal knight, maybe we'll find a happily ever after?"

We were ravenously ripping off our clothes as our tongues swirled.