A Lost Wife is Found Chapter 2

I thought long and hard before I did it, but in the end, I created a discreet profile on a swingers website, calling for clean, discreet, respectable, and well-endowed men to possibly join me in my hotel room for an hour or two. I uploaded a few faceless photos, and there I was, on the internet, a married mother, seeking to fulfil her desires.

I was often in a different hotel, in a different part of the country, once a month, working on the road. I’d speak to my husband and children at the end of the days work, go down to the restaurant for dinner, then return to my room for a shower. Once refreshed for bed, I’d read erotica and pleasure myself with my rampant rabbit toy.

Not anymore. Now I was about to embark on a journey that would take me places I never imagined going. At 33, Wayne had made me feel alive again, beautiful and desirable. I wasn’t looking for a new man or husband. I just needed a man to fuck me in these hotels, these temporary sanctuaries.

The first guy I invited to my hotel room was Chris, a 35yr old local rugby player. A bulky but easy-going guy. The photos he’d sent me of his cock had my pussy demanding I meet him. We chatted through the website, leading up to my visit to the city, building trust and a rapport.

However, when the knock came on the door, and I opened it discreetly, clad in the lingerie that he requested I wear, a black lace plunge bra and pantie set, complete with stockings, suspenders and high heels, I immediately recoiled at how wide and muscular he was. His frame filled the doorway. I knew he was big, but he was actually huge.

My nipples hardened as he entered and closed the door behind him, his eyes devouring me hungrily. I blushed and giggled nervously. I had already gone behind my husbands back once, and I was going to do it again, but this was different. This was pre-planned, and now I was faced with a huge figure of a man, who’d only come to fuck me. I wondered if I’d bitten off more than I could chew with Chris.

“Hey, Lucy, you look amazing,” he beamed at my breasts. “You’re fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” I quivered, not sure what else to say or do.

Before I could finish internalising my shock, Chris took me in his arms and kissed me. Forget David vs Goliath, this was Lucy is about to get ravaged by Goliath. What the hell was I thinking, choosing to meet a man so big? But Chris was actually sweet and gorgeous. He treated me with the respect I didn’t deserve, and with the tenderness I needed to feel safe and sound.

“You smell great too. I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he growled.

“Ahhhh!” I suddenly screeched, laughing as he picked me up effortlessly, carrying me to the bed as if I weighed as light as a feather.

He lay me down gently, chuckling at my reaction. “Don’t worry, Lucy, I’m softer than I look,” he grinned, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch of me.

“I hope not,” I purred, grabbing his crotch as I ran my tongue across my top lip.

Chris chuckled again, his fingers tracing the lace of my lingerie, his hands smoothing my stocking-clad legs. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful and sexy,” he breathed, sending a surge of desire through me, my body responding to his words and touch. I became so aroused.

“You scrubbed up well yourself,” I teased, inhaling his masculine scent. I just knew this was going to be amazing and intense.

He kissed me again, our tongues passionately exploring each others mouths, as his hands continued to roam. I could hear my heavy breathing, feeling my heart pounding. I wanted him so badly. I needed him inside me, but there was no rush, and we both knew it.

Chris moved away from my face, softly grazing my neck with tender kisses, his hand caressing a breast over my bra, rubbing my nipple through the lace. I closed my eyes, moaning and arching my back slightly, as he moved down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire across my bust and down my navel.

“Pull your legs together and lift yourself,” he whispered, ready to remove my panties. “I need to taste you.”

I did as instructed, allowing yet another man I didn’t really know, to remove my underwear and expose my married sex. Chris discarded my panties and spread my thighs, pushing me higher up the bed, murmuring to himself as he got into position. I was so ready for his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he said, exploring my neatly trimmed vulva, licking my swollen folds, mixing his saliva with my juices.

“Oh God, that’s amazing,” I sighed, spreading my legs wider, running a hand through his curly blond hair. “Oh, yes.”

Chris was great, licking my pussy and sucking my clit, gently adding a finger, then two. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy it, while he explored every inch of my most intimate parts. We savoured the moment together, the pleasure and excitement, until I bucked on the bed in a very noisy orgasm.

“Someone’s ready to get fucked,” he smirked, leaving me primed on the bed while he stood up and quickly undressed.

I grinned at his strong, well-built frame, then blushed at the size of the rock hard length between his legs. Our eyes locked with a mutual understanding of what was about to happen. He took a condom from the desk, tearing the foil. I watched him roll the latex over his magnificent cock, my body quivering with tremendous anticipation.

“Are you ready, Lucy?” he smirked once more.

I nodded and spread my legs, my body aching for it as he positioned himself between my thighs, his frame hiding me from the light. I felt a moment of trepidation as I looked down at the size of his cock, about to fill me completely, and probably more, but the trepidation was quickly replaced by wanton need, when he slowly pushed inside, penetrating me deeply.

“Oh, fuck!” I cursed at him stretching me in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, that’s nice and tight,” he gasped. “I’ll take it easy to begin with.”

God, he felt amazing. Chris started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. He groaned, his pace gradually increasing to fuck me harder. I held onto him, moaning and whimpering in his ear until I climaxed beneath him.

He then flipped me over onto all fours and entered me even deeper from behind, filling and stretching me completely again. I begged him to fuck me harder, and he didn’t disappoint. He grabbed my hips, rocking me back and forth on his cock, slamming into me hard and fast. The relentless strokes had me screaming in no time. God, I was hooked on being used.

“Fuck, your pussy feels good, Lucy! Your tight for a slut wife!” Chris grunted, grabbing my hair, pulling my head back. “Cum on my cock, baby! You like it hard, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I screamed. “I fucking love it! My husband never fucks me like this!” I climaxed violently, my body convulsing on another man’s cock again.

“Now it’s my turn!” Chris growled. “Turn over onto your back for me! I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours!”

It happened so quickly. I went from getting fucked doggy-style to lying on my back, gasping for air as I came down from my orgasm. I’d never taken a cum facial before. I never wanted to, either. But Chris was dominant, and after the fucking he’d just given me, I didn’t want to deny him.

“Oh fuck, so pretty,” he groaned, kneeling over me, stroking his now unsheathed cock at my face. “Open your mouth, Lucy!”

I opened my mouth but I couldn’t stop blinking, dreading what it was going to feel like. I soon found out when he roared and the first jet hit me in the face. His groans filled the room as he continued to ejaculate over my face and in my mouth. I felt so dirty, the sensation of being splatted with sperm.

“Oh fuck, that was good. Thank you,” he exhaled, hot and sweaty, climbing off the bed. “Don’t you like facials?” he then chuckled at my reaction. I was covered.

“That’s my first one,” I stressed, jumping off the bed, rushing to the bathroom for a towel.

“You should have said,” Chris laughed inside the room. “I could have cum over your tits instead, or at least warned you that I cum more than the average man.”

“It’s fine,” I assured him, returning to the room wearing a robe, my makeup destroyed, looking and feeling like a porn star. “It’s done now. It wasn’t that bad, just a little overwhelming at the time.”

As Chris put his clothes back on, I picked up the discarded condom from the bed and put it in the bin. The atmosphere felt relaxed, yet raw and alien to me. We’d both gotten what we wanted, and now he was leaving. I didn’t feel dirty anymore, either. I felt alive, ready for a shower and to get on with the rest of my evening, completely satisfied.

“Thank you again for a great time, Lucy,” Chris smiled, kissing my cheek. “You really were amazing. “Next time you’re working up this way, give me a call. I’d love to hook up with you again.”

“I don’t know if or when I’ll work up this way again, but I will,” I nodded. “And thank you. I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

I returned home with no guilt this time. I was able to push what I’d done to the back of mind and get on with being Lucy. I wasn’t going to punish myself. I’d made a conscious decision and loved every damn second of it.

The following month, I was working away again. After a day of meetings with new clients, my colleagues invited me to the bar for drinks. I made excuses about being tired and went to my room for a shower. I then slipped into my cheating wife lingerie set and checked my phone.

Michael, a 55yr old businessman had texted me. He was in the lobby, waiting for the elevator to bring him to my room. I smiled as my nipples hardened and my pussy moistened with tremendous excitement.