A Covid Affair

I suspect I’m one of your typical wives. I’ve been married for over fifteen years now. I’m average on most levels: height, weight, looks, house in suburbia, career I enjoy.

But my sexual appetite is incredible.

I can’t help myself. As women get older, their sex drive increases. It’s about hormones or something. I usually end up satisfying myself in the shower every morning. Why? Let’s just say that although my husband is a great guy and father, he’s been a little lax in the bedroom lately. All my attempts to add a little spice have virtually gone “unrewarded” if you know what I mean. He’s apparently just lost interest in sex and it is driving me crazy. A lot of women in committed relationships go through this and know exactly what I’m taking about.

I used to be timid.

Now?

I’m one of those women who love the feel of a man touching me and driving me hard like a wild bull who can’t contain himself. I love a man that takes what he wants.

Maybe it’s because I want someone to do that to me.

I know a lot of married women who want that actually. But they won’t say anything.

Go on. Speak up ladies – you know who you are.

See… they’re too shy.

Anyway, with the current Covid situation, I got stuck in quarantine with a coworker after coming back from an overseas business trip. Here we had to be put up in a hotel for 14 days! He’s 6’0″, broad shoulders, and a great smile. He’s been working at our office for several years now.

There’s been a good deal of sexual tension going on between him and me that I really haven’t taken too seriously:

• he would stare with an occasional look;
• standing a little closer than he should sometimes with his nice smelling cologne triggering the right scent sensors.

 
Don’t “screw the crew” as they say.
Probably like you, I have never, ever, EVER considered cheating on my husband – especially with a coworker!

I must admit though, it’s exciting reading such erotic stories isn’t it?! That’s why you’re here. 🙂 Even now, you’re hooked to see if I succumb to temptation and how.

I never thought I would actually have a story to tell. Reading them? Yes, of course. 50 Shades all the way. But actually being in a situation?

Here’s what happened

Having a glass of cheap hotel-room-wine while reviewing my work

I spent some time out there typing up notes. The heat was too much for me, so I came back to my room to review what we had covered at the conference while having some hotel-room-wine I found in the fridge. I was going to order room service as that’s the only way we’re allowed to eat.

There was a knock at my door. I hadn’t ordered yet, so honestly having no idea who it could be, I looked through the peep hole and saw it was my coworker. He was bored. I let him in and we started chatting.

The topic turned a little flirtatious.

Don’t shake your head. What are we going to do? Talk about nothing else except work?

The conversation got a lot more flirtatious as time passed. I thought the tension in the room was incredible. I had to get up and move around. I was getting rather turned on and thought it best to put a little distance between us. I told him we should order something to eat and went to get the menu from the bedroom. I didn’t realize he had followed me until I picked the menu up from the nightstand.

We sat down on the side of the bed to look at it.

After reading the first line, I was no longer focused on the menu

His face was so close to mine.

I could smell that cologne of his.

I could feel the heat of his breath on my hand as I held the menu. Just being so close was getting me turned on. Maybe I sent him a signal. Or maybe it was just that little bit of wine I drank affecting me? I have no idea. Maybe it was the flirty conversation with a man that smells goooooooooooood.

What I do know is I was getting wet smelling him and I had not been f*cked for at least 6 months. Now I’m stuck in quarantine for 14 days straight, completely bored, and not being able to even leave this hotel?

He must have read my thoughts because he brushed the hair from my cheek. Shivers ran down my body. I looked at him. Those green eyes staring deep into my blue ones. I could feel my body losing control.

I started to speak, to tell him we can’t but he put a finger to his lips.

He laid me back on the bed, admiring his prize with a lustful set of eyes

Then he put the same finger on my lips. It slid down, around my neck and he gently, slowly pulled my face towards his. He kissed me the most gentle and lightest kiss I had ever had. The intensity of his kiss naturally increased and he pulled me closer.

He hadn’t even touched my breasts or between my legs and I was already approaching climax.

Oh my gawd I thought. I want this. No, I NEED this.

 
He laid me back so gently on the bed.

He stood there a few moment, admiring his “prize”.

It was an amazing turn-on to be looked over by another man’s lustful eyes.

I was his. Or rather, was going to be his.

I finally found my voice and said his name. I meant it to come out with a warning tone but instead it sounded more like pleading.

He pulled my blouse out of my skirt and slid his hand across my bare stomach. He had me on fire. I could feel his hardness on my leg. I thought I can’t do this. I’m married. But my body kept saying, “YES!”. It had been so long since I’d felt a cock inside me. My body began to instinctively respond to him.

This must have been the encouragement he was waiting for.

His hand pushed under my shirt until it covered my breast. All I could do was moan when he pinched my nipples thru my bra. Gawd it felt so good.

I was pulling his shirt out of his pants. I needed to feel his skin against mine. He slid his shirt over his head. I knew he played sports, but his hairless chest was spectacular. Not rock solid but definitely toned.

He removed my shirt and bra. My breasts spilled out into his hands. He gasped and told me he knew they were perfect. He began to lick all around my nipple while one hand kneaded and rubbed the other one. My body was in sexual heaven.

He then gave my nipple a slight nip with his teeth. WOW that felt so great. Ladies, when you’ve been with someone for 15 years, and someone new comes along and does this, only then will you understand how amazing is feels! I wanted hours of him sucking and licking my tits. I was moaning and wriggling around like a virgin.

His hand trailed down my stomach and thigh until he reached the bottom of my skirt. It was torture as he began to rub my leg under my skirt. He’d glide his hand up then back down. Those motions were working me into a frenzy. Just when I thought he would finally touch my pussy he moved his hand back.

It was driving me totally insane.

I was raising my hips, straining to get my pussy closer to his hand. After what seemed like an eternity he began to rub me thru my thong.

He told me I was so wet. DUH! He ripped my thong off with one pull; as you guessed this excited me having him take me like he was. I spread my legs uncontrollably. He began to rub the length of my shaved slit. I was so wet and slick. I couldn’t help it. I told him I wanted him inside me. He teased that he had waited too long and now I would have to wait. I liked that he was assuming control of the situation.

He kissed me again telling me that he was going to make me cum over and over. He kissed me down my neck. Kissing and nipping me as he worked his way between my legs. I was shivering with every touch.

How can he do this to me?

How does he know exactly where to touch, where to nip, where to bite? Or maybe it was just because this was a new man, a different man?

He pushed my skirt up and rubbed my hips just looking at my shaved pussy. I raised my hips for him to gain easy access to me. Finally there was nothing between his mouth and my pussy. He kissed the lips and ran his fingers in to spread them apart for him. He French kissed my whole being, kissing it like it was my mouth. He barely flicked his tongue on my clit and I exploded.

I exploded like never before when he flicked his tongue on my clit

I could not help it, it had been so long.

I swear I was floating off the bed!

When I caught my breath he kissed my inner thigh and told me that was only the first of many. He began to devour my pussy and clit. Changing his rhythm and pattern just enough to keep me on the verge of climax but not over the edge. I had my knees spread and my hands in his hair as I raised my hips to his mouth and pressed his face down. I begged, pleaded, and he took me to climax again.

When I came back to earth I wanted more. I wanted to feel a dick inside me that wasn’t rubber. I wanted to be stretched out by a big cock. I was so afraid after all of this build up that he would be one of those guys with a little dick.

Boy was I wrong.

He was on his knees between my legs. I watched him unfasten his belt. He slowly undid the button and unzipped. As he pushed his pants down my eyes got big – it was huge. The head looked like an assault weapon of some kind so I knew he was not going to disappoint me. I wanted to suck him so bad. I started to sit up so I could return the favor but he pushed me back down and shook his head no.

He was on top of me rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy. He kissed my neck and whispered, “I’ll try to be easy, but I’m afraid I’m loosing control”.

I wrapped my legs around his hips.

I wrapped my legs around his hips while he eased himself into me

He started to push himself inside me. He was thicker than I thought. I took a deep breath and said, “Oh, go slow my husband is not even close to your size, go slow baby”.

With that, he used slow, albeit short strokes, to ease inside of me.

Ladies, that sensational feeling of a new cock entering you for the first time… after more than a decade with the same one… you don’t know what you’re missing. You forget what it’s like, and the way your body reacts with all the excitement surrounding it, until you experience it again!

That extra gush of excitement!

I was so wet that he would have slipped in easily if he were smaller. I felt him going deeper and stretching me wider in places my pussy had never been stretched. It felt good to be totally filled up with cock.

Finally he was all the way in. He stayed buried deep inside me without moving for a second or two allowing me to adjust to his size.

He began stroking inside me. Long slow gentle strokes. He was longer than I realized too with a slight curve that felt absolutely incredible. Combined with his cock with the pace, his thrust after thrust, I was rapidly building to yet another climax.

I could feel myself getting ready to cum again. How many times was this? Three? Six? Seven? He really had the rhythm down; his ass was incredible. The engine that drives the piston.

He slowly picked up the pace and began f_cking me harder. He was rubbing my G spot with every deep penetration. I can’t count the number of orgasms he gave me but it was probably more than I had in my entire married life.

They hit me again and again, over and over, like they were being emitted from my inner depths.

I was being taken just the way I wanted to be.

As I was cumming I wrapped my legs tighter around him to keep him from escaping. I must have clawed his back because he pinned my hands over my head; this new stud was f_cking me and giving me a new experience in sexual bliss.

Knowing how excited he was and feeling completely in his control, I wanted still more and showed him by raising my hips to each thrust. He was really ramming me now and I loved it.

It didn’t end there. Another climax came over me. As that one was beginning to subside another one rocked me.
It was like I was stuck in climax mode.

What pushed me over the edge though for the last time was his cum.

As his body tensed when he shouted out, I could feel jets of it shooting in my pussy.

For the first time in my life I could feel a man’s cock swelling inside me and the stream hitting me up inside me.

And from someone other than my husband.

That’s so taboo yet it was the hottest feeling I ever had.

It felt absolutely incredible knowing that he was cumming inside me like that.

I didn’t care that I’m married. All that mattered was having this bull fill me up first with his cock and then his cum.

I held onto his arms while he continued to shoot, moaning in one continuous sentence, “yes baby shoot your hot sperm inside me shoot it deep give it to me”.

I honestly don’t know where all that came from as I don’t normally lose control like that.

But my body wanted all of it.

And I mean ALL OF IT.

Some women will understand when I say I can’t explain that feeling. What drives us to want a man’s sperm? Or more shockingly, that from another man?

Anyway, he collapsed on top of me, kissing my chest, still inside my pussy, both of us soaked in sweat.

As our breathing slowed back down to normal we looked at each other and began to laugh. I told him that he was an incredible lover and had taken me places sexually that nobody had ever done. He said it takes two to get off like that.

Finally he softened and slid out of me. I loved the feeling of his cum and mine running out of me.

It was another hour or two before we even got back to that room service menu.

I think he and I will be going to a lot more conferences together.

But that’s the future.

For now, we still have over a week of quarantine, and we are taking full advantage of it and this covid affair while we can.