1. ALEX


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    on social media. I was sure some of his buddies thought it was cool that he bedded a MILF however they were probably in the minority. His shame meant my needs were now unmet again. I was alone even as I lived under the same roof as before. The coldness and lack of intimacy signaled to me that saving my marriage was a pipe dream. I sat at the hotel bar alone, nursing my second martini. Until he walked in the pickings were pretty slim. He looked younger than he probably was. The suit looked good on him; off the rack maybe but still a good fit. If he was alone and not meeting someone, his first move would tell me everything. I’ve learned that if you’re a businessman on the road and looking for a one night stand, you don’t hesitate making your move as soon as you see a good target. Here I was in my clingiest cocktail dress, braless, sitting alone on a bar chair with the hem up to my crotch and looking relaxed and indifferent. He’d wonder for a few moments if I was a hooker but then he’d decide to make his move anyway. He made his move. “Taken?” he asked as he stood behind an adjacent stool. I smiled and said, “It is now,” and patted the tall chair’s seat. After he ordered his drink he asked me if he could order me one, though he tempered the offer by saying “Or maybe that’s not your first and you have to drive somewhere.” A good line to find out if I was staying here in the hotel. “The night is young. I don’t have to leave right away, so thank you yes, I’ll have another.” I ...
    chatted him up, finding out who he worked for and how long he was in town. In the meantime I told him enough lies about me that at least he knew I wasn’t an e****t. I nearly fell off my chair when he told me his name was Alex. If that wasn’t karma then nothing was. I studied his hands. He had the slight color shift and indentation on his ring finger, so that told me was a player when away from the wifey. His hands also hinted at something else; they were very large, and I’ve always believed what that indicated. After more small talk and another round he casually invited me to his room. Of course I accepted the invitation. Clothing flew as soon as we were in his room. It had been so long since the last one-nighter that I didn’t need any foreplay, although he insisted. His cunnilingus skills were superb so I let him lick away until my first convulsive orgasm wracked my body. Then I showed off my oral skills on him, though I’d been correct with my conjecture of his size and that presented a challenge to my jaw and throat. “Don’t you cum yet,” I implored him when his moans became louder. I rolled onto my back and pulled him between my spread thighs. I involuntarily gasped when he impaled me with his full length in one thrust. “You want it rough?” he asked as he began to fuck me. “Yes! Fuck me hard! Oh yes!” I bellowed. True to his word, he was rough. This was okay since I needed rough. Upright, on his knees, he did me hard while squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. The big one ...
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