Erotica | Airport | Stranger | Hotel
How A Stranger Can Turn An Airport Delay Into Sex Education
A sold-out hotel turns out to be a blessing. The husband will not recognize his wife when she gets home!
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
This is Part 2 of “A Frigid Wife.” You will find Part One here:
He opened the door to his hotel room and moved aside to let me in. I froze. Was I really about to do this? I had never cheated on my husband before.
“This is not cheating,” I kept telling myself. I needed a place to crash for the night because a snowstorm forced my connecting flight to be postponed to tomorrow, and all hotels were sold out.
The truth is that he got me excited with the idea that he could give me an orgasm before he came — something my husband, Sean, had never done! Since my husband was the only man I ever had sex with, I didn’t know much about these things. All I knew is that Sean usually unloaded inside of me pretty quickly, then started snoring, leaving my needs unattended.
“My lady?” he asked.
I walked in, then stood by the bed. He looked at me from head to toe. I felt wanted, but I didn’t have any idea what to do. It’s not like my husband and I spent much time on foreplay. His eyes stopped on my hand, gripping the handle of my carry-on luggage. I quickly hid my hand behind my back, realizing I was shaking.
“It’s OK, Nel! I’ll take the couch,” he said as he grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it on the couch, then picked up extra blankets in the closet. I didn’t move an inch while he did all of that.
He stripped naked, exposing his penis to my eyes as if it was normal. He grabbed a little black bag and went to the bathroom. I could hear him brushing his teeth. I sat on the bed. My heart was in overdrive. I was concerned about being in a hotel room with a stranger and, at the same time, by how dumb he must think I am–a middle-aged woman who doesn’t know what to do with a man!
“It’s all yours,” he said, walking back to the couch. I couldn’t help but look at his penis. It was only the third one I ever saw. His shaft appeared to be smaller than my husband’s. I didn’t remember much about my neighbor’s cock.
“Like what you see?”
“Sorry!” I blushed.
“Be yourself! Seize the day!” he said, throwing himself on top of the blanket on the couch, leaving every inch of his body available for visual inspection.
I went to the bathroom and prepared myself for the night but didn’t remove my clothes. When I came back, he was still naked on top of the blanket and watching the news. I undressed but kept my bra and underwear. He turned the TV off. I climbed into bed.
Once I was hidden underneath the blanket, I felt more secure in discussing topics that were unusual to me.
“So, you are a gentleman now? You said you wanted me here for sex!”
“I did. But you don’t seem ready to venture outside the conjugal bed.”
I pitched myself.
Is this a dream? A nightmare?
I was in a hotel room with a stranger who wanted to have sex with me but instead, we were talking about it while he was getting ready to sleep on the couch. He left me the bed as a gentleman would do.
“I don’t recall the last time I had an orgasm with my husband. It’s always with my toys when he is not in the room!”
“It shouldn’t be like that, Nel!”
“So you say. OK! Tell me how you would do it. Let’s say you come to the bed…”
“All right! You would barely touch me, just enough to get me excited. Then you would sit on my face until you come, leaving my needs unfulfilled. How is that for a change?”
“So you say. I’m sure once the hard-on shows up, you would just grab me, fuck me, and ejaculate within 2 minutes.”
“Damn! Nel! You need to ditch that husband of yours. Or find sexual satisfaction outside of marriage. Something.”
I got lost in my thoughts. What if he was right?
“Don’t get me wrong,” he continued, “you are a very attractive woman. I would love to grab you, flip you around, and bang your ass. But I can also prove to you that you can come before the man does.”
The image of that stranger grabbing and banging me got my juice going.
“Your penis is small!”
Shit! Did I just insult him?
I couldn’t believe how freely I was talking about sex with a stranger.
“Sorry!” he said, standing up. “But my tongue is what you should want!” He walked right next to my bed and stayed there, naked in front of me. For some reason, I had no problem staring at his sex. I didn’t feel the need to be a lady! As I was looking, his shaft stiffened.
“Damn! You are getting hard just like that!”
“I told you I wanted you! My cock agrees!”
He threw himself on the bed next to me, on top of the blanket, face up. I turned on my side to look at him. He caressed his cock.
“Sit on my face, please?”
My heart skipped a beat. I pushed the blanket away and stood on my knees. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I caressed his cock with my hand. It was definitively smaller than my husband’s.
“No!” he said, pushing my hand aside. “This is about pleasuring you, Nel!”
He insisted I put a knee on each side of his neck. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down. He moved my underwear to the side with his fingers, exposing my vulva. I quivered. He was only the second man to see my private parts.
My heart skipped another beat. His lips were on my vaginal lips. He opened them up with his tongue, found my clitoris, and caressed it in a way I had never felt before. My knees were weak. I tried pushing myself away. He held me in place with his big, strong hands on my hips.
He licked and kissed my vulva, vaginal lips, and clitoris as if he enjoyed it. I felt desirable for the first time in a long, long time. Or ever! He even managed to push his tongue partially inside my vagina–something I had never experienced before.
The poor man stayed in that position for a long time. Every time I was about to come, I became highly self-conscious, which cooled down my excitement.
“I want you to come all over me, Nel!” he insisted. And he eventually got what he wanted. I didn’t know I could squirt that much. It didn’t bother him. He kept kissing and licking me as I was squirting all over his face. I had never seen a man’s face between my legs as I came.
I crashed on his side, my head on his shoulder. I wiped some of my juice off his face.
“Sorry, George!”
He grabbed my hand and licked my fingers.
“Never say sorry for enjoying yourself, Nel! Find what you like and get it!”
Once he stopped licking my fingers, I let my hand go down his stomach and grabbed his cock. It was still hard. I caressed it, but he stopped me again. I looked at him, puzzled.
“Tonight, it’s all about your pleasure and nothing but your pleasure.”
“George… You are… Your penis… It’s hard as a rock!” I smiled. “Don’t you want to come? Take me!”
He locked my head between his two big, firm hands and kissed me. I moved my body over his. I could feel his hard cock between my legs.
“Tonight, you get to fall asleep, leaving a man’s needs unfulfilled.”
“Oh my god, George,” I giggled. “You are evil… To yourself!”
“Evil? Only evil?”
“And my angel,” I added. “My sex angel!”
I let my head rest on his chest. I felt his hands wrapping me. I pushed my legs inside his legs, with his hard cock held tight between my thighs. It felt so good! I felt wanted. I felt satisfied.
I woke up in the middle of the night, still resting on top of his body. I usually move and kick a lot in my sleep. This male body must have been like a calming drug for me. I raised my head. He was looking at me.
“Did you sleep?” I inquired.
“Not much,” he laughed. I quickly pushed myself off of his body.
“I’m so sorry, George!”
“Nel! What did I say?”
I stared at him, unsure of what he was referring to.
“Promise me to never say sorry to me, ever again!”
“You are too good to me,” I said, reaching out to his lips and kissing him for a long time.
“You seemed so relaxed sleeping on me,” he said. “You were beautiful in your sleep!”
I placed my leg over his leg, my hand on his chest, and my head on his shoulder.
“George?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know how to say it, but… You were… This was… I had the best sex of my life. Sex is good!”
“Careful! Don’t boost my male ego too much. I’m already full of myself,” he grinned.
My hand traveled down his belly to his penis.
“You are not hard anymore, though. You don’t want me?” I kidded while caressing his sex.
“Oh! I want you! I wanted you the whole time your body was resting on mine. But…”
I felt his cock grow in my hand. Pre-cum started to flow down his shaft. I could see the pleasure on his face. And then, he stopped me.
“You can get me hard if it pleases you to tease me. But do not let me come. Orgasms are only for you!”
I didn’t know what to say to that. It was exactly what he had promised me in the bar before we got in the elevator. I just never believed a man would be generous enough to do that for a woman.
I felt like I could purr, and then, a dark thought crossed my mind.
“Fuck!” I blasted.
We locked eyes.
“What am I gonna do now with that selfish husband at home?”
This story is a prequel to “A Sultry World,” Book 4 of “A Sultry Life” series.
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