This is my story, the female half of this. Names, Dates, and locations mostly changed, and of course, fantasy added it. The true story is in there somewhere. This is written to arouse, not for an English grade. This is meant for fun erotic reading. If you are triggered by girl-girl, sex with strangers, cheating with permission, move on, find what you like, and stay away from your triggers.
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My First Time
I got married at 23 years old, my senior year in college. I was three months from graduating with both a Bachelor's and a Master's degree simultaneously. I had slowly become a quiet, studious nerd until I met the man I would marry. Then I became an academic nerd with a sex drive I had to learn to control. I had to graduate with honors and on time. I had already accepted a job with a corporation on the Fortune 500 list.
My name is Tara, and my husband is Mark. I am 5-5 in height. Since college, I have maintained my weight at 135 pounds, give or take a couple of pounds. I have auburn hair to the middle of my back and greenish eyes. I carry a perfectly pert set of 38 C's for my tits and keep my pubic hair shaved into a nice landing strip. I have, so I am told, the perfect hard nipples. That has been an issue since I went through puberty. My nipples always seem to be hard. In water, like swimming or in a hot tub. If covered, the nipples go soft. So weird, I know.
Sexually I did not know how naive I was until a few years back. That is what this story is about. Up until the incident, I was proud of the fact I enjoyed four positions; I sucked cock to completion, and about half the time, I would swallow. I love lingerie and was totally into self-pleasuring. So imagine my surprise and confusion to realize I was wrong, and there was so much more, and I had spent years missing it.
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After I graduated and got married, I went to work for the big firm I already mentioned. They had a regional office close by, so we moved to the Kansas City area, where the regional office is. Mark had no issue getting hired at a small engineering firm and putting his degree to work. I was fortunate to be in a position to advance up the ranks. Then eight years after I was hired, I was promoted to executive vice-president and given charge of an entire department for the western USA. The promotion came with the benefit or hassle of attending conferences and industry seminars, depending on the moment. I have had to do presentations and the like. However, we host a get-together once a year with all the information experts and department heads. We invited a few important clients, and we brainstorm, present needs, and presented future products or services in the works. It rotates around the Nation to different locations each year. The best part though is all flights and room cost is covered. We are each given private rooms. But, alas, no spouses or plus ones on the company dime. I have taken Mark a couple of times, but he was bored. Well, except for when we were in Phoenix, there are lots of golf courses. Myrtle Beach for the same reason. Most times, it is a job conflict for Mark.
So in 2017, the company retreat was in Vegas. We had always avoided Vegas in the past as all the temptation and possibilities to ruin careers, marriages, and bank accounts. However, we got a fantastic price point, and the time was the middle of summer instead of fall, so the powers that be were all in.
I flew out on a Sunday evening getting there three hours later, but after time zones, it was just an hour after I left. Talk about screwing the body clock up. Before I left, I made passionate love to my hubby and told him I would see him Saturday night or Sunday morning, depending on if he was awake when my flight landed. He said something that stuck with me on my flight there. He said as we basked in the after-glow of a wonderful fuck session. There was no love-making. It was raw fucking. The conversation went like this.
Mark: Babe, you know all our sexy talk while we fuck and our role-playing and fantasy sharing?
Me: Yeah, I love that it makes things so intense, and you are always full of surprises. I have fantasies to pleasure myself for days.
Mark: So let's step it up a notch. I want you to embrace a fantasy if the chance presents itself in Sin City. I mean, you are at a large resort facility for six days. Warm weather, pools, short shorts, you know.
Me: What the fuck! Did you just tell your wife to fuck another guy? To just let a complete stranger do me? What the hell is wrong with you?
Mark: Or lady.
I glared at him, got off the bed, and stomped to the shower. I was so fucking pissed. He came into the master bath a few minutes later while I was showering and stepped in with me. He apologized and said he only suggested and gave permission, not commanded or ordered. That there is a whole world out there. Then he says, " Now when I tell you I need to pee and we are in the shower, you seem to like to kneel and let me pee all over your tits. Four years ago, that was gross, but I added it into our fantasy place; now, you like to do it without any hints. He had a point, but not today. I was mad at him and turned my back on him. So the bastard pissed on my ass while I tried to wash my hair and ignore him. He then offered to use the shower shaver and at least trim me up. Again I refused. Not because I was mad, I was, but because that always leads to more sex, and I can't miss my flight.
He pouted, got out, dried off, and went to the kitchen. At least, that's what I assumed. I learned later that was not everything he did. But he got me to the airport on time. I had a non-stop so the flight was barely three hours. I was checked into my room in Vegas before 10 pm Vegas time. As I unpacked, Mark slipped into my bag lingerie and replaced all my everyday panties with thongs or sheer boyshorts. He put in two full-matched panties, bras, stockings, and a garter set. But also this ankle length dress with high cut sides and is so form fitting you can not wear anything under it. I know where his mind was when he packed those items. Sadly it was on my mind also. What he had suggested and said had stuck in the front of my thinking since he had said it. He had given me a brain worm, so to speak.
I was still in my traveling stuff. Leggings (Yes, they had leggings then, just not the style we have now) and a slightly tight T-shirt. Running shoes completed that attire. I usually wore this for my morning workouts in our home gym. I headed to one of the bars to check the scene out and get a late snack and a stiff drink.
The bar was pretty tame, but it was Sunday night. I ran into a couple of the ladies from the Settle office I had seen at other conferences. We shared some drinks, laughs and all. We hung out pretty late as registration did not start till noon tomorrow. When I returned to my room, I felt better and more relaxed, so I called Mark. I forgot it was like two in the morning back home. So I had a sleepy hubby answer and immediately asked if I was okay. He then changed to are you like, um, doing something to share? The frikkin perv. I told him I just wanted to say good night and love him.
Mark: Wait, babe, don't hang up. Can we do a video conference? I want to see you and the room.
Me: Sure, hang up, and I will call right back.
I call back on a video chat. I set the phone up so the open blinds showed all the lights behind me through my room's window. I still was dressed as I had been for the bar. I was just in the office chair at the desk in the room. The room was amazing. Because of my position, I had gotten an executive suite. The room included a living room space and a door that closed off the bathroom and sleeping area. It had a king-size bed and a fantastic view. I was on the 17th floor, facing out to the back of the resort where all the swimming pools and outdoor stuff were.
Mark: Wow, that is some view behind you. Mind giving me a tour?
I agreed to do a tour and started carrying the phone around, showing him the room and even the size of the bathroom. The shower was huge, like four people big. When I got to the window and let him see everything and the view down into the area behind.
Mark: I want you to do a strip tease in front of the window while I watch. Get buck ass naked, then sit down in the chair you were in, facing out at the world, and rub one out.
Me: WTF? Are you kidding me? What if one of the big wigs is across the way watching?
Mark: Look out there; tell me how many people you can see in the lite up windows.
So I looked, strained, and could not even make out shadows. I stepped right to the window and opened the blinds full wide. The windows in the middle actually went from floor to ceiling. I still could not make out anything, so he won the point.
I went and found my selfie stick with tripod and set it up while talking to him and telling him I could not believe I was doing this. I turned the tv on and found a music channel that had music I could strip to. Here I was, stripping in a hotel room in Vegas for my hubby on the video call, cheering me on and stroking his cock for me to watch. I got down to naked, and he asked if I would get the red heels he had slipped in and the black fishnets and slowly put them on while sitting in the window facing out so he got a side view and to talk dirty to him as I did all this. I knew he was hinting at our escort role-play we do at times. I was all in on that tonight.
Me: Hey baby, I see by what you packed me that you want lil ole me to sell myself to some handsome man here in this hotel. You know they can't afford me. I think I will start with these stockings. I know they are your favorites.
Mark: Gawd, yes, baby, you know I want you to get sexed up and sell yourself. Then I need to see you while you give me the details. Oh, fuck, not those stockings. I won't last long.
I slowly eased the thigh-high stay-up stockings up my legs. I was doing my best to make it as sensual as possible. Usually, this feels so silly to me, but with the alcohol in me, I was getting into it. I did all the adjusting and made sure I angeled the chair so he could see more and still be facing out towards the window. I flash him my landing strip as I adjust the stockings for the third time. Then as sexy as I could do in my mind, I slipped into the heels.
Me: Is this what you want your little whore wife to wear on my date? So he can feel my silky legs wrap around him as he plunges deep into my whore pussy he paid for. You want me to call you as he fucks my cunt so you can hear how he makes me cum over and over.
I was really getting into this now. I am sure it is the distance between us and him watching. Of course, the alcohol. I had turned entirely towards the window and was not even looking at my husband. I could hear his moans and his comments, but I was now concentrating on putting on a show to the world and was banging my pussy with my middle two fingers. I was fast approaching my orgasm.
Mark. Oh fuck, babe, it sounds so hot the way you moan as he is fucking your whore cunt. I hope he is paying you a lot. It sounds like you're into it.
I could hear his breathing change, so I knew he was close. So was I.
Me: Yes, fuck yes, give me that big cock deep in my whore cunt. Come on, baby, make me scream with pleasure. I have my legs wrapped around him, honey, and he is plunged into me and fucking me just a little rough. He is so aggressive. Oh fuck, babe, he is slapping me now and calling me names.
Mark: Oh fuck do you like him slapping you? What names is he calling you, baby? I am so close now. Did he spit on you?
That was new, the spitting. We had done the slapping and stuff like this as part of our role-playing in the bedroom.
Me: Yes, baby, he is rough with me, and he slapped me a couple of times, then told me to open my mouth and dropped his spit in my mouth to swallow. He said if I can swallow cum I can swallow spit. OH fuck, babe, I am getting so close with as hard as he is fucking me. He is calling me a fucking whore and a fuck slut. He keeps telling me my cunt is barely worth the money he paid.
Oh fuck baby, I am cumming all over his cock
With that, I blew up into a massive climax. I mean the biggest in a very long time from self-pleasure. I could hear my husband cumming also. He groaned and told me I was an awesome whore wife; this kept my quivering and shaking going a little long. I just sat in the chair with my legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, panting from how intense this whole experience was.
When I could finally lower my legs and turn to my husband, he stared at me with a huge grin and lust-filled eyes.
Mark: Thank you, sweetheart, but I must get showered and back in bed. Work comes early, and it is the middle of the night here; remember the two-hour difference.
I took the heels and stocking off once Mark logged off the video call. I headed to the shower. Rinsed the stockings and hung them to dry. I called and set a wake-up call. I then went to bed. I was sleeping naked for the first time in a very long time. It just seemed like the right thing to be doing. Not sure how much was alcohol, Vegas, or hornies. But I was out, dead asleep quickly. Not even dreams I could remember.
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Monday was registration, getting schedules from my company, seeing when my presentation was, luncheon, and hob-knobbing. I was done by three in the afternoon. I headed to the room to get one of the swimsuits on and head to the pool.
There was a problem, though. My husband had changed out the swimsuits. Well, not all of them, he left me a single one-piece, but it was the one I was unsure of because of how high-cut the legs openings are. Then there was a two-piece that was barely there. I mean, the strip that was supposed to cover the pussy
disappeared between the lips if I walked wrong or changed position wrong. The top did at least cover the nipples. The other was a regular two-piece but still small as he had purposely bought it smaller. Worse yet, it was bright fucking red so that it would draw attention. The only one I can wear is the one in a cow pattern. It has high waist boyshorts bottoms and a top that looks like a workout bra. So cow pattern it was. I had a nice cover-up. I added sandals and all the other stuff and headed to the pool.
The nice thing is the pool was busy but not overcrowded, and there were plenty of places to lay out. Great setup. I set the alarm on the phone for thirty minutes to roll over. So I rotated in the sun for three hours until I got hungry. Then head to the room, showered, dressed, and headed to eat. I plan on hitting up some shows here at the facilities. No casino for me; nope, I want to see the acts that are booked.
I ended up seeing the blue man show, and it was fantastic.
Now my time in the sun was not mindless. Nope, the thing my hubby said was still lingering in the back of my mind. I also was listening to an audiobook. But playing in the background was Mark's statement -- If something presents itself, go for it; try to get a picture or something and tell me all the dirty details. Then last night, his role-play on the phone was all about that again. His role-play has been more about me getting fuck by someone else. I need to text and see if he is home and address this. That was my solution to confront him with my worries.
The text discussion lasted through my supper. I headed back to the room to change to go to the show. The essence is he has a fetish that I do something with a stranger and go all in when I do this. Like kissing, sucking, fucking, showering, even if it gets a little rough, if that's what I WANT. He said to do it for me if I want to, not for him, or it will mean nothing for me, just a hallow fuck to shut him up. Wow, just wow, he really has been thinking about this, and it is a fetish-type thing. I never knew or had a clue. I will now have to figure out how I feel about all this.
I did the blue men show, Fantastic. If you can go to one of their performances, do.
Then after the show, I hit the same bar from Sunday night, well more of a lounge with a small dance floor. I sat at the bar only to feel a tug and a familiar voice. It was Sara from the Seattle office. She invited me to her table. She is a 34-year-old with a hard body from working out and being active. She was never married, as far as I knew.
Sara: So why are you sitting alone when you could be hanging with me so neither of us is alone?
Me: Fair point. Just saw the blue men. It was a great show and a good distraction. Trying to figure something out so the alone was not an issue. This is way better, though. How ya been?
Sara: Actually, great. So what's distracting you?
While I mulled over whether to tell her or avoid it, another drink round was ordered. Do I tell her everything, talk around it, give just enough, or hold it in and let it be my brain worm? I could do it all hypothetically. While all this was going on, our drinks arrived.
Me: So let me ask you this if you were in a solid relationship and there was nothing to complain about with money, work, or the like aaaand the sex was fantastic, would you consider cheating if the chance arrived?
Sara: Hard for me to say since I have poor taste in guys and girls. I have never had a solid relationship. One or the other of us always ends up cheating. What? Wait? What are you thinking? I have known you for four years now thanks to conferences and working together on client needs. So are you saying madly in love with hubby is having issues like this, whatever this is?
Me: To be honest, I don't think it is me. I am worried about the "hubby," as you put it. He said a couple of things before I left, then again this morning when he called before he went to work. Now I am questioning everything.
I had finished my second wine and had already ordered my third. I was feeling more talkative and more relaxed. Sara was still on her second, slowly nursing it or sipping, unsure which. I had decided just to lay it all out and go for it.
Sara: So tell me what this is really about. You are just telling me enough to make me curious and drive me up the wall.
Me: Are you sure? It is not that big of a thing. It is just something I got to work through.
Sara: Slow down on the wine and talk to me. This is better than my idea of getting you on the dance floor just to start rumors, LOL.
Me: We can do that also, if you really want.
We both laughed and talked about that.
Then I started by giving her the background of what he said at home, all the stuff he packed. I did a lot of complaining about the swimsuits. She told me to get ahold of the concierge and have them find me a navy blue conservative one-piece. That's what she did as she forgot hers. They had her one within the hour. We were wondering if they could work their magic this late.
So I called them, explained my situation, and asked if they thought they could get one by noon tomorrow. To our shock, the head of the concierge service asked where I was. I told him, and a runner was there in fifteen minutes to quietly get measurements and an idea of what I had in mine. It was 11 at night, so this was like surprising and amazing client service.
Me: So Sara, you see my dilemma. What is it my husband is really after? Does he really only want this as an extension of the role-play? Is there more sinister stuff to cover up his cheating or make it easier to divorce me? Worse yet, is he, what do they call it, a closet cuckold? I think cuckold is the word. I have to look that up.
Sara listened intently to all my babbling.
Sara: Only way to do it is to take advantage of the hall pass he is offering. Me, I am a paper trail person. I would save the texts and have him fax me a signed statement saying I have a hall pass to do someone if the opportunity presents itself. But oh my gawd, if he is even a semi-cuckold lady, you gotta get on the pony and ride the shit outa it until he changes his mind. I would still be with my first guy had he been that way. Fuck I am jealous now. When you start down this road, remember me, and if you want a bi-experience, I am all in.
I just stared at her for the longest time. Even now, I am unsure if I was shocked at her statement or was seriously thinking about it. It was amazing to listen to her make it sound so easy. Of course, this was all wine-induced thinking. It was also this time, with all the talking time slipped away, but my phone buzzed, and client services told me they had three selections to choose from at their office. Sara and I looked in amazement. We paid out the tabs and headed together for the office.
We were both pretty loose and intoxicated but finally reached the concierge office. They had three different brands and different cuts, all one-piece. All on the conservative side. Sara was egging me on to try them on, so I know which one I liked. I am telling her there is nowhere to change.
Sara: You two would not mind if she stripped to her panties and tried them on. I mean, there are no windows are anything, so no one but us four will know. So it's okay, right?
One was a 20-something female, the other a late 30s male. The girl was like, no problem with her. The guy you could see was uncomfortable. But he stayed true to his duty of service to the client and asked if that was what Madam wanted.
Sara kept egging me to do it. I was busy looking at them, holding them up, and asking the female what she thought. She said they had a full-length mirror in the corner they used to check the uniform. Now this was an ample office space. Like a 15 by maybe 24-foot space. I am guessing that the door in the back corner is their private space. But on that door was a full-length mirror.
I stood there while Sara watched me hold them up and questioned the style. I was on the verge of picking one very similar to what was taken out by my hubby, but something was appealing about this other one. It was slightly high cut in the leg openings and had thin straps compared to the rest. I just did not want to take it without knowing if it even fit.
So there I was, unbuttoning my top and dropping my slacks, and in a few seconds, I was naked and sliding into the swimsuit. I loved it and took it. They added the cost to the tab of my room expenses I would cover. The funny thing is that the girl who helped me into the suit was a little handsy with my tits, which excited me. After I dressed, I tipped them with all the cash I had. Sara threw in some cash for the fun of the show I had just given. After paying, we headed to our rooms. She was two floors before me. We laughed all the way up as we rode the elevator. All I could think of as I was sobering up, I was thankful that Tuesday, I was off from the conference all day and had no meetings with clients I knew of.
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Tuesday started at 7 with a hungover workout in the fitness room. My old college-era way of sweating out alcohol. The fitness room was already packed. Since it was Vegas, all sorts of outfits were worn this early by men and women alike. As I was leaving after about an hour, I ran into Sara again. She told me she had nothing till the afternoon at the conference. I was heading to shower, and she said she was catching breakfast. Then she surprised me again and offered to grab us breakfast plates and bring them to the room so she could help me shower. Then we could eat. My mouth worked before my brain kicked in, and I asked if a shoulder massage was included. Then I shockingly gave her my room number. I just walked over to the elevator like it was no big thing. My insides were all a quiver. I was tingling with excitement. There was also the full-on panic.
On the ride up, I realized I just invited a female to shower with me and eat breakfast naked. I guess I need to set up a phone or something to record this secretly so I have proof for my hubby that he had gotten his wish. What amazes me now, looking back, is I do not remember being overly freaked out or excited. I mean, I was excited but not like the crazy type. Not sure how to explain it, that calm type of excitement. I just remember still being hungover and thinking, why not.
When I got to the room, I stripped, then for fun, I opened the curtains wide and started rubbing myself. After a minute or two of rubbing myself and getting very wet, I set everything up and got the water going. I found a place to set my phone up so it could record anything happening in the bedroom part of the suite. I hid the phone well enough to record about 80 percent of the room. With a full charge, I have recorded two hours of stuff before. I left the door slightly ajar, just like my mouth said before the brain said no. Then I got in the shower. I had all the shower heads going. It was like a rainstorm in there. I was lost in the feeling of the water and the sensations of the hangover slowly melting away. I was grooving to the music I had on, but not too overly loud. I wanted to ensure that anything Sara or I said could be picked up on the recording.
So there I was, eyes closed, washing my hair, and I felt hands on my shoulders. I just continued and kept my eyes closed and soaked in the sensation of delicate soft hands slowly moving down across my shoulder blades, under my arms, and around to my tits. My body was on fire. I have never, ever ever felt these feelings sensation and I could physically feel my cunt dripping. Sara slowly moved my hair off my left side exposing my neck. She started with lite gentle kisses all the time she was squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Sara firmly pressed her body against mine.
Sara: (barely able to hear her whisper) I want you so bad. Maybe it's Vegas, maybe it is you, I do not know, but I want you more than I have wanted my partners lately.
With that and more kisses, her right hand moved down to my clit and started massaging my clit gently. She changed from kisses to bites and nibbles. I reached behind me and found her cunt and her clit. She was bare. I mean entirely naked. I have never touched a completely bared cunt before. I have never felt any cunt before, for that matter.
We were both moaning. The great thing is that the glass doors to the shower were treated with non-steam stuff. I am sure my phone camera was catching everything on video. Sara kissed, nibbled, and bit down my body until her mouth touched my button. She started sucking, biting, licking, and all sorts of stuff. This was stuff I had never experienced. There was a vast difference in how she did all this than any male in my life and way different than Mark ever has done. So soft sensual, and erotic.
I looked down at her as we stood in this rainstorm of a shower. Her eyes were closed, her legs spread, and she was finger and rubbing herself. As I was doing this, her free hand moved from my hip to between my legs. I felt her slowly slip two fingers into my wet cunt. It felt like she was shoving the fingers deeper and deeper. I was moaning almost non-stop, and I knew she would be cumming soon. I slowly maneuvered back to the back wall and leaned on it. Somehow Sara managed to follow without letting up on tongue fucking my clit and kept her fingers buried in me. She was determined to send me over the edge.
Me: Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Jesus Sara, what the fuck. I can't. I can't. Oh, my gawd, I'm cumming. I am.......
With that less-than-sterling warning, I exploded. I had never orgasmed standing up. It was like my body did not know what to do. Sara was no help as she did not let up even once I started quivering, shaking, and dripping, almost like the dribble of a stream before a good piss. I was leaking that much love juice, as my hubby calls it. My moans were non-stop, and my knees could barely hold me up. Then it, my orgasm, hit full force. A heat wave washed over me, my eyes shut tight, my whole body tense, then I released and stopped fighting in. I wiggled, bounced, shuttered, and started sliding down the wall. She stopped attacking my clit, but left her fingers in me. I was humping into her fingers, trying to get her to bang into me. She understood after a minute and did just as my body was signaling.
Me: No more, no more. I have nothing left. Please stop.
I was leaning against the back wall. The water was still warm and rushing over us. I sat there with my legs spread eagle. My arms were resting at my side, more like exhaustedly dangling at my side. I watched as Sara got up, realizing she was still banging herself.
Sara: Good, you rest like that. Now it is time for my pleasure and kink. Just open your mouth wide and look at my face and nowhere else as I am so close.
I did as she asked. I mean, how could I not? I mean, what was she going to do? Push her pussy into my mouth so I can lick her off at the last minute while staring at her eyes. Okay, no biggie. I have never eaten a pussy before, but then I have never done any of this before. I mean, we are in Vegas, sin City, baby. Let it go. While this was raging through my brain, she was pounding into her pussy. Moaning loud and calling me a dirty little fuck whore that needs her love juices and other stuff. Most of the time, her eyes were closed. She would open them, look me in the eyes and say weird things like I love you slut; I am gonna own you.
Sara: Fuck babe, here it cums, drink it all.
I admit this sounded strange, but being a good little girl wanting to repay her for giving me an orgasm, I just nodded and kept doing as she had asked. Then I was shocked. She did step forward as I had figured. But then she grabbed the back of my head and planted her pussy hard again in my open mouth. Let out a guttural moan that was as primal as I have ever heard done for any reason. Then my mouth was flooded. It tasted sweet and bitter and then gooey all at the same time. But it kept coming, and I kept gulping it down as much and fast as I could while staring at her. She was smiling and looking right at me as her whole body quaked with her orgasm. But there was no let-up, and she held my head firmly against her pussy.
Sara: Fuck baby, you're awesome. Keep drinking my nectar. I am close to done. You love that, don't you? You need all my love inside you, don't you?
I was so turned on and did not realize what she was doing at that point, I just nodded yes and kept doing as she had asked. Her flow finally trailed off and then stopped. She was still shaking and still firmly planted over my mouth. Yes, I was still doing the staring up at her. She looked down at me, still breathing hard.
Sara: Okay, Tara, now, while your mouth is open, use your tongue and pleasure me a little more. Clean me up like the good little toilet slut you just became. Your tongue will feel great as toilet paper.
Again this just registered as sex talk, and my brain had not grasped that her squirting, as I had done once or twice in life, had changed to full piss, and I had swallowed almost every drop.
I was kinda into this and still frikkin horny as hell, so I dove in with a lot of excitement, licking and playing with my tongue. She rewarded me with her moans.
Finally, she helped me up. We hurriedly bathed each other, dried off, and headed out to the food. It was still in the warmer tray. We ate and chatted, but not a word about what happened while we were eating, not at first anyway. We sat utterly naked while we ate and talked. During this chat, she told me thank you for drinking my love juice and my piss. I stared kind of blankly at her.
Me: What, um, what?
Sara: You didn't know, you really did not know?
Me: I thought that was all you just squirting during the climax.
Sara: The first few seconds were when I relaxed and emptied my bladder in your mouth. My biggest kink is that. Well, that and pissing in a glass and watching my partner drink it.
Me: Wait, what? You just piss in a glass and hand it to your partner, and they drink it? Like willingly and not trick like I was?
Sara: First, you were so lust-filled you would not have noticed or cared had I told you. You were quivering still from your orgasm when I had mine. I had to control it to get the big finish in your mouth. And honestly, this was the best I have ever had since I found this kink. I mean, I want more. I have a full bladder right now needing drank.
I stared at her in disbelief. She got up, walked to my suite's kitchen, got the 32oz cup I had rinsed, and sat there to dry. She returned to the table and set it down between us. She stared right at me.
Sara: So you ready to become my piss whore the rest of the day and my lover the rest of the day? If so, hand me the glass, and I will come around to your side, fill the glass with my golden nectar, and then you will use your tongue to wipe my pussy clean. But you have to rub your clit the whole time you do this.
I sat in stunned silence. I had just asked to subjugate myself for the day to her bladder. To be her lover, not us to be lovers together. Fuck this would be great to catch on the video to send to my husband of how horny and debased I was at that moment. What the fuck? I was still so turned on by how wrong this all was that I wanted to do this.
Me: One condition for even drinking this one time. I get to retrieve my phone and set it up to video all this to send to my husband to prove I am not a two-position-only prude. I mean the whole thing. You tell me what you just did all over again. She just shook her head yes. I got up, went into the bathroom, and stood there for a minute to gather myself and stop the one that was still recording and reset for another, and checked the battery. I had about 20 minutes left.
So I set the phone up on a selfie stick tripod thingie. I made sure it was adjusted to be able to catch everything. I hit record and walked back over. I smiled and said I had a great editing program on my own laptop so that the preliminary stuff would be cut out.
So we started over. Sara thanked me for the orgasm in the shower and apologized for pissing in my mouth, also. I feigned shock and stutter, some of it real as she added a little more to her story. She then went over to the sink, got the cup, and placed it in the middle of the table. Again, she made the offer. I sat in silence and repeated my reaction.
Me: So you are asking me to let you fill that glass with your pee, and then I have to drink it all, and I get to tongue your pussy again. I also have to masturbate the whole time.
She was surprised by the addition.
Sara: Yes, that is what I am asking. All you have to do is pick up the cup and hand it to me and say please. Then start masturbating.
I stared at her for the longest time, thinking about how to move forward.
Sara: Remember, if you do this, you agree to be my piss slut the rest of the day. Whenever it is possible, if I have to piss, you have to drink it directly from my cunt or in a glass like this. You also are agreeing to be my lover till tomorrow morning.
I reached over and took the cup, and handed it to her. I leaned back and buried my left hand in my sopping wet cunt. Sara got up and walked around to my right side. She was making sure the camera caught everything. I hurried, adjusted the zoom, then sat back down and resumed masturbating. I was soaked. I was tingling again and shaking with nerves. I was going over in my head what I had just agreed to.
Sara: Are you sure one more time to back out? I understand this kink is not for everyone, and it is giving up a lot of control and handing that control to me.
Me: Yes, please, Sara.
Sara: No, you need to say yes, please; Mommy can I drink your piss.
I looked at her in shock, but my body betrayed me. While two fingers in me and my thumb on my clit I was overheating fast.
Me: Mommy, can I please drink your piss?
With that, she handed me the cup and told me where to hold it, look right at it, and watch it fill up. I will be honest here I have never seen a pussy pee before. Guys, yeah, never a lady. After a silence, it started as a dribble. As the stream increased, my fingers were pounding harder into me. I was soaked and almost mesmerized watching her piss come out into the cup. I can not believe still, to this day, I was getting into it and found an exciting kink. But there I was, watching this cup slowly fill up. So into watching, I did not think about having to drink all of that. As it finally subsided, she gently took the cup from me.
Sara: Now, baby girl, gently use your tongue as toilet paper and clean me up.
This was the part I was waiting for. I dove after her pussy, never stopping pounding my own cunt. It wasn't long before she said that it was good. She was clean and for me to stop playing. She sat the cup in front of me, returned to her side, and sat down. I noticed she immediately started masturbating. I took a deep breath and thought in for a pinch, in for a pound. I lift the cup. There was almost no scent. I thought that odd. It was very warm, though. I started drinking. Gulp after gulp. When I had finished, feeling pride in myself, I was turned on and very confused about myself. I looked at her, and she was in the throws of climaxing.
As we dressed, she came over, hugged me, gave me the most passionate kiss she could, and thanked me. Sara then apologized and said I was so sexy sitting in the shower after the orgasm that she could not resist getting hers. I was beyond beautiful drinking her golden nectar. And she can hardly wait to fill me more as the day progresses. Then she left to shower, clean up, and get to her afternoon session. It was only like ten, and her session was at 2 pm. I was free for the day.
At 11:30, my cell phone binged. I had a message. The message was simple. My room now, Mommy's bladder is full. The door is unlatched. Strip after you get in the room. I will be waiting in my bathroom. I was like, fuck she was serious! I thought it was a one-time thing. So to make the best of this, I put on the slingshot swimsuit and a baggy T-shirt. I slipped on flip-flops and trudged to the elevator. I was now regretting my lust from earlier. I made her room and opened the door. I locked it, removed the T-shirt and flip-flops, and left them on a chair. I headed into her bathroom. Apparently, she had to go bad as she was doing the I gotta pee dance.
Sara: Get in the shower now.
I did and opened my mouth as before. Sara grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me into her pussy, and let loose. I gulped down all I could, swallowing non-stop for what felt like forever. In reality, it was only two or three minutes. When she finished, she just said clean me toilet paper girl. I did. She told me to clean up and leave. She had to eat and go to the conference room.
After I got to my room, I realized I was bloated and looked horrible with all the pee and food still in me. I had not pooped are peed out enough. On top of that, I was not feeling aces with all in me. So I went into the bathroom and forced myself to puke it all out. Feeling better, I shower again. I got in the new swimsuit and headed for the pool. I spent the day rotating front and back and sun and shade. I was napping and reading. I had the client dinner thing tonight and would be in the meat of it all tomorrow.
At three in the afternoon, I saw Sara approaching. She sat down near me. She looked immaculate in her power pantsuit. Her hair was perfect. She had a big smile and said things looked great for the rest of the session. She then goes I have a gift for you. Mommy thought of you on the way here. She handed me a cup, and I knew what it contained. She sat there smiling.
Sara: You did not think I was not going to take advantage of your lustful agreement this morning. Till midnight I am going to be doing this.
I took a deep breath and drank away. At least it was not as much as the first two were. I was now turned on again. As soon as Sara headed back, I hurried upstairs. I threw the curtains open wide. I stripped and masturbated until I could not cum anymore. I showered, cleaned up and put on the lovely dress I had brought, and headed for the dinner for our clients. I was hoping Sara would not be there.
I was lucky Sara wasn't there, and I had a great time. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy Sara, and every time today she has done the piss thing, I strangely get turned on massively. This was confusing to me, but at that moment, I had a table of my clients and was enjoying their company.
At about ten that evening, the banquet dinner was over. I wandered into the bar. I had been there a couple of times already. I walked up and sat down at the bar, ordered a rum and coke, and watched the DJ and those dancing enjoying their Tuesday night.
It wasn't long, and a 50-ish gentleman asked me to dance a slow dance. I thought this would be a nice change. I learned he was here alone on business. He was a CEO, bored, and had wandered to the bar. As we dance to the second slow song in a row. He pulled me a little closer, and I could sometimes feel his cock was hard. So I was triggered into horniness again. I need to get this under control. Once the song ended, I returned to my stool at the bar. I replaced my drink, sat, and watched the crowd grow. The bartender stopped by and asked if I wanted another round or not. I said I would nurse this one a bit longer.
About three songs later, the Mr. Gentlemen type guy walked up and whispered in my ear, is it five thousand for a night still in this town? I was caught off guard and did not reply. He just said think about it and walked away. The bartender being good at his job had overheard. He leaned over. He said the guy does not know you are a big wig at the conference. He thinks you are here this late dressed like that, that you are one of the escorts. I was shocked to my very fiber. I had no idea what to say.
I got up, headed to the restroom, and looked to see where he was sitting. I thought, why the fuck not? I have made it with a girl. Drank her piss and ate a pussy for the first time; why not this. As I got to the restroom, I got a text saying come to my room now, one last time.
I knocked on her door and now needed to go really bad also. She let me in and saw I was about ready to explode. She handed me her water pitcher and said strip and piss for me. I want to watch it. I did not care. I had to go. I pulled the dress completely off. I stood there in just a garter, stockings, and heels. I had not worn a bra or panties. I filled half the pitcher. She took it from me, lifted her t-shirt, pulled her panties aside, and started peeing in the same pitcher. I groaned as that meant my last thing on the agreement was drinking both our piss. So I stood in the entry area of her room and just started drinking. Stopping now and then. I finally, after about fifteen minutes, got it all down. It tasted nasty. Without a word, my mind was on dick. I got the dress on and left.
I hurried to my room and puked. I washed up. Redid the makeup and put on this set's matching bra and panties. I headed back to the club. I ordered just a Coke this time and scanned and saw him. I took my drink. I sat down at his table.
Me: It is three for me since it is late and cash only this late. Straight stuff, or it's extra.
I hope I sounded like a professional instead of an overly horny housewife/corporate executive type.
Stranger: No pimp or police sting?
Me: Nope, and I need to know the same. No police?
Stranger: Where and when can the gf/bf experience be possible?
Me: 30 minutes in my room on floor 17. Cash only. Yes, that experience is acceptable.
I slipped him the room number. On it, I had also written, no cash, no play. I left and went upstairs to wait. I was surprisingly serene about this. I am sure, in retrospect, it was the alcohol and wanting a dick that made me so serine about this.
A few minutes later came a lite knocking. I looked through the peephole. It was the stranger. I let him in. He proceeded to hand me a stack of 100s. I went over and put them in my briefcase. I turned around and started making out with him.
As we groped each other. Me, I was feeling his cock. He was feeling my ass and pussy. Through all this, we were kissing. Passionately and aggressively. I slipped my dress off so he could see what he bought. He undressed also, and his cock was huge. I mean bigger than any I had seen in real life -- EVER. I am guessing nine inches, and the girth had to be as big as a monster energy drink can. I was on my knees and sucking as fast as I could. I wanted that in me as soon as he could. As I sucked, he kept growing and growing.
Stranger: Enough enough. I need in you right now. I need relief so we can enjoy the rest of the night.
All I did was mumble around his cock and then stop and move to the bed. I had no sooner gotten on my back, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders and plunged into me balls deep. I was so wet he was all in on his first stroke. I shuddered into a very big climax, and my body was well on its way to betraying my control. He did not slow down. He kept his pace and kept right at pounding into my cunt.
Stranger: That's it bitch; take my cock all the way in. I will shoot so much baby batter in you that it will drip out of you all day tomorrow.
All I could do was moan. When this stranger grabbed me by my throat ad squeezed just a little, not that much pressure, this act, just this aggressive act in and of itself, sent me right back into orgasm land. I bounce my hip, trying to drive him deeper. I grab his arm, choking me with both hands. Oddly enough not to force it away, but I wanted it there. I wanted him holding me like that while I tried to devour his cock with my pussy. I was possessed at this moment. My body tingled all over, I felt flush, and this sensation I admit freely now, I had never felt before. It washed over me from my head to my toes.
After he unloaded in me and I finished my climax, he got off me and said, " Let's shower," or something to that effect. For reasons I still do not understand, I followed him into the shower instead of fessing up and telling him I was not an escort and this had been nice, but please take your money and go. Don't get me wrong; half my brain was giving back money and stopping all this. The other half was that it was awesome. Let's see where this goes. It's not that late, one more time than admission time.
I stepped into the shower with this man I did not know the name of, and before he spoke a word, he kissed me deeply again, then started bathing me. He soaped up every part of me, and I must say this was a sensual experience I did not expect. While doing this, he told me he was leaving tomorrow and could not stay much longer. He also told me he was married with three kids in college. He was happily married for the most part, but when he sees someone so stunningly beautiful as me, his ability to stay loyal is fractured, and he dips into his cheater account. All I could think was, wow, he thinks I'm stunning and, wait a fucking minute, a cheater account. Do all guys have these or something like them?
He was bathing both of us all the time he talked, and now he decided to shampoo my hair. I have never had this done since my mom did it last in middle school. I was busy stroking his cock to get him hard again and listening while lusting. It did not take long, either. He, without warning, bent me at the waist so my hands were on the back wall to brace me, and he plowed deep into me from behind. I squealed. Not from pain but surprise and lust.
Stranger: Yes, baby, I see you need more. I love that you are not a one-and-leave escort. Fuck I swear your cunt is even tighter than before. Fuck that's it, milking my cock already.
I have moved from Take this cock bitch to Yeah baby, take this cock. Moving up in the world, huh? I was fast approaching a meltdown of climaxes and orgasms like never before. This whole thing, whatever it was, was so surreal, and it finally overwhelmed my ability to control my response. I start taking nasty back to him.
Me: That's it, Daddy fuck my whore cunt. Make me earn my money. Oh, my fucking gawd, you feel so good buried in me. That's it. Pump me full of your cum. I need this.
I babbled on and on with no clue what to say. I just let my emotions take control. Also, I had never sold myself for sex, so I have no clue what I am doing other than sex, very, very good sex. He reached around and grabbed my tits. He is squeezing them rather roughly and pinching the nipples hard again, and I am juicing all over his cock.
Finally, after what seemed 15 to 20 minutes of pounding, he groaned, slammed deep into me, holding my hips so I could not move, and started spewing his load deep into my womb again. I spasmed into a massive orgasm again but could not do much since I braced myself against the back wall, and he held me still. Just when I thought he was done cumming, as he was slowly drawing his cock out of my cunt, well, he didn't. Instead, he drew out till only the head was in me and then, in an almost violent move, slammed back into me even deeper than before and spurted two big last streams of cum into me.
He pulled out, and I slowly lowered myself to the shower floor and let the warm water wash over me, still pouring out of all the shower heads on us. He just smiled and watched me panting and recovering as he showered and chatted more. I have no clue what he said. He got out to dry off about when I had recovered enough to stand. I hurried, rinsed, joined him, and watched him get dressed. I realized right in the middle of it I was hugging and kissing him and telling him this was an awesome experience. He commented that he loved how personal I made it for him compared to the other escorts he had spent money on. Then he left.
I stood there naked, looking around, and noticed it was 3:30 am. I also saw another 2000 on the bed with a scribbled note saying I was worth more than the three agreed on. Sleep was severely needed. I had a meeting with my client and a presentation in a few hours. I also had a call to my husband to make confessions and to send him videos after I viewed and edited them. I turned off all the little cameras, collected them, and stored them away. I crawled into bed naked, damp from the shower, and full of cum. I was one content whore at that moment.
THE END.
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Epilogue: I decided not to speak to my hubby until that evening. I went to my room, ignored everyone, started a fast-forward scan through the videos, and cut out everything I did not want to share. This made the video into one four-hour long video. Around 10 pm, I sent the video and said to call me at noon tomorrow to discuss this. Enjoy.
The following day I opened my emails, and there was one from my husband. It said, "No discussion needed. Thank you. Love you. See you when you get home, and we can have a blast discussing this.
Firsts: First girl/girl, first time kissing girl, first time peed on, first time drinking pee, and first time cheating on my husband (even though he said to do it), and the biggie, first time being an escort. Who knows, there might be a follow-up.
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