Away on Business
Part-1-of-4
The Seed Was Planted
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My name is Gloria and my story took place last summer while I was on an extended business trip, giving seminars for my company. I’d been on the road for nearly 3-weeks and the closest thing to sex I’d had was a date with my fingers during a hot telephone call with my husband back home.
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I’d never been away from Ethan this long before, so I looked forward to our nightly phone calls to cheer me up. We’d been married for close to 10-years and in that time one learns to tell via subtle nuances in your partner’s voice, just how well things are going. In this case Ethan could see right through me and realized that I was not doing as fine as I pretended to be.
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I still had another 4-weeks to go and was beginning to dread the thought of being without him for so long, that I’d often break down and cry before hanging up the phone. He said that he couldn’t sleep sometimes worrying about how miserable I was and promised to come up with some way to brighten my trip somehow. Little did I know to what extent he would go in order to insure my happiness?
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During one such telephone call, many of which lasted for hours on end, Ethan suggested something that nearly made me fall out of bed. He told me that if it would help me pass the time while we were apart, that he would agree to my being with other men as long as I told him everything that happened.
I couldn’t believe my ears and quickly reminded him that I’d been a virgin on our wedding night and that he was the only man that I’d ever been with. And I assured him that I had no interest in being with anyone else but him, and that I could wait if need be. But he continued telling me that he would feel better knowing that I wasn’t sitting in a hotel room crying night after night. He went on to assure me that our love was strong enough to allow for such a thing, and insisted that I at least consider it. I know some women would Call that a dream come true, permission to sleep with other men, but I was not one of those women, I was genuinely not interested.
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I love my husband and he is the only man I will ever love, so the idea seemed ludicrous. Nonetheless he urged me to give it a try for his piece of mind, so I gave him the standard female uncommitted response and said “maybe.” I’m only 29-years old and by most standards, my appearance would be considered above average even though for business reason I try to hide it by wearing frumpy clothing. I have long, straight blonde hair, that I usually wears up in a chaste bun, long muscular legs under my below the knees-length plaid skirt, and nice, firm, plump perky breasts that bounce merrily as I walk. I wear tortoise-shell plastic framed glasses that are constantly slid down my nose, forcing me to push them back up every few moments. I’ve always had my share of men hitting on me. So it wasn’t the fear of rejection that kept me from agreeing, rather it was more the fear of breaking some hidden bond between Ethan and I. I felt that our relationship was somehow dependent on being able to say I had never been with any other man.
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At any rate I decided to sleep on it and leave any serious pondering until the next day when I felt better. After I hung up the phone I ran myself a warm bath with lots of soothing bath salts and settled in for another 2-finger tango to satisfy my more urgent primal needs. I tuned in some soft music on the hotel intercom, lit a few complimentary candles that were on a table in the room and slid beneath the bubbles to forget everything for a while. I closed my eyes and thought of Ethan and how wonderful he made me feel when he was inside of me. My fingers soon found their way to that spot between my thighs.
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As soothing as the water was, I somehow couldn’t get Ethan’s suggestion out of my mind. Maybe it was the candlelight or the effect of my fingers dancing between my legs, but gradually his proposal didn’t seem all that strange after all. I mean most women in my shoes may have had a brief affair after 10-years of marriage, but not me. So maybe I deserved a little treat? After all it had been Ethan’s idea. Unconsciously, I increased the speed of my fingers dancing over the nub of my clit as I tried to imagine what it would be like to have another man inside of me. I tried to imagine what it would be like with a stranger, and I must say the thought began to excite me in a way I would never have imagined. I actually had 2-breath taking orgasms as I lay soaking in the bath just thinking about it. The next day my schedule was booked solid and I returned to my room exhausted, barely able to find the energy for our nightly phone Call.
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I told Ethan that I’d thought about his suggestion and if he still wanted me to, I would be willing to try. He again shocked me by telling me that not only did he want me to, but that he would actually find it arousing to hear about my adventure. I was tingling inside in an odd way, thinking that my being with another man would somehow affect Ethan like that. I asked him to explain exactly what would turn him on.
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With a laugh, Ethan told me to lie flat on my back, close my eyes and touch myself while he explained. I eagerly obeyed, and listened as he conjured up potential scenes that he would enjoy hearing about. This was so new and yet so fascinating that I told him to keep talking. He could tell by my heavy breathing that I was enjoying it.
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The following day I finished early in the afternoon and had that night and the whole next morning before another onslaught of scheduled events. So by the end of the day my thoughts were already churning with the excitement of the night’s possibilities. I hurried out of the convention center, grabbed a waiting cab and was soon speeding towards my hotel. Once at the hotel as I quickly paid the driver, he flashed me a curious smile, that added to my excitement, then I turned and hurried toward the elevator.
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Any woman who doesn’t know the feeling of having their husband allow them this freedom is missing the treat of a lifetime. Never had I imagined being this aroused in public. It seemed as though every man now took on a sensuous ardor as I viewed them through newly liberated eyes, knowing that I could, without guilt, allow them to enter my most private of areas at anytime I so desired.
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I spent the next few hours getting ready. Avoiding the temptation to slide my hand between my thighs and satisfy myself, I bathed quickly. After attending to my hair, which thank God seemed to manage itself, I dressed slowly, paying close attention to perfuming those parts that I was sure would be receiving special attention tonight. Excitedly I put on a bit more makeup than usual, but without over doing it. When I was sure that I was as pretty as I felt, I removed my wedding rings and placed them thoughtfully in a small case inside my overnight bag. As I closed the lid, I thought of Ethan and how much I loved him for allowing me to explore this side of my being, and how I was going to make him very happy that he’d awaken this feeling in me.
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One last peek at the mirror and out the door I went, heading toward the elevator. I could sense myself moistening with each step. I took the elevator to the hotel lobby and decided to start my little escapade at one of the several bars that were located inside the hotel.
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Walking into the nearest bar, I grabbed an empty stool at the bar, ordered a drink and casually glance around the room. There were plenty of men and a few women, none of whom I recognized as anyone on my seminar tour. I had already decided not to involve anyone I might potentially have contact with again. I preferred that since I didn’t want anything that happened tonight following me home once my trip was over.
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This all added to the excitement, I had never had sex with anyone but my husband, so the prospect of spreading my legs for a complete stranger was a foreign and tantalizing vision for me to savor. I hadn’t taken more than a few sips of my drink before an attractive man who appeared to be in his early 40s approached me. He asked me if I was waiting for someone. I told him no, and flashing a quick smile, I told him that I was just winding down after a hard day at work.
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He stood next to me through some idle introductory questions, telling me his name, which was ironically ‘Ethan’ before asking if I cared to have some company. When I told him that would be fine, he quickly slid onto the stool beside me, and switched into that casual ‘gee I’m really interested in your job’ mode of conversation that so many men still think fools us women. At least the effort he expanded and his acting impressed me. I could feel his tension as his eyes strained to refrain from dropping to my cleavage. It was also an opportunity for me to display my empty ring finger to encourage his advances. We continued talking for a while before another man who had just entered the lounge joined him. He was introduced as Tyler and they explained their corporate affiliations, and how they were in town for a sales presentation.
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Neither needed to sell me on anything. Even though my legs shiver in sexual arousal, I remained coy and innocently played along, enjoying the warmth of both their gazes. After a bit I excused myself to go the restroom, giving them an opportunity to talk shop. But I knew that they would be watching my every move until I disappeared behind the pink door of the ladies room.
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I powdered and perfumed and fidgeted with my dress before returning to find that they had now taken places on either side of my stool. I slid between them warmed by their presence surrounding me. As the night wore on and we all began to get a little tipsy and loose, the topic eventual led to likes and dislikes and from there it easily slid to the topic of sex. They both were getting rather bold starting with an occasional touch on the shoulder and eventually taking turns placing their hands around my waist during bursts of laughter.
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Tyler’s arm remained around my waist when Ethan excused himself and went to the restroom. As soon as he had disappeared, Tyler’s hand slid down to rest on the small of my back and began rubbing me there as he told me how attractive I was. We stared into each other’s eyes and he leaned over and kissed me.
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I parted my lips and let his tongue find its way into my mouth, where they met each other, lightly, before I pulled back and smiled. “We better behave ourselves, ” I said teasingly. “We wouldn’t want to make Ethan feel left out, now would we?” He began to speak, but I hushed him as Ethan rounded the corner and walked toward us. I sensed Tyler’s impatience and loved it, as I continued our conversation right where it had been interrupted my Ethan’s departure.
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I was so enthralled by my newfound suitors that I hadn’t notice the time passing. Suddenly I noticed that we were the only customers left in the lounge. The bartender whose attention was turned to a movie playing on the television behind the bar wasn’t paying much attention to us by then.
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It was Tyler who first had the nerve to slide his hand from my knee to my thigh and slowly upward until his fingers found my warm pubic mound. I smiled and glanced at Ethan who stared at the sight of Tyler’s hand moving under my skirt. He looked up to meet my eyes in astonishment. “Your friend seems to know what he wants…” I chuckled, and blinking. “Do you?” I asked as I leaned toward him.
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“I most certainly do!” he replied as our lips touched. He was a better kisser than I expected. As he touched his lips to mine, every muscle in my body went limp. His kiss wasn’t demanding or urgent, it was devastating. When our lips touched, he bombarded me with emotions that due to my inexperience, I had no defense against. His feelings and desires poured over and into me, so that I was covered and surrounded by them. As we kissed Tyler’s fingers found their way under the leg of my panties and into the hot folds of my pussy.
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I slid my arm around Ethan and said, “Well then why don’t you …
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Away on Business
Part-2-of-4
I Went For It
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I slid my arm around Ethan and said, “Well then why don’t you grab a bottle of wine and meet us upstairs in about …oh, 15-minutes?” My voice quivered from nervousness. I glanced at Tyler who had removed his hand from under my skirt and had grabbed his overcoat from the stool beside him. The men smiled at each other as I recited the room number to Ethan then I realized the irony of what I had said, “2469.”
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“I’ll be there,” said Ethan, still befuddled and sporting a bulge in his pants, which he attempted to conceal by buttoning his suit coat. I dragged Tyler to the elevator with me, trading glances with each other until the door slid open and we entered.
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Once inside our lips met again, his hand slid down behind me and hiked up my dress. He ran his strong hand over my bottom and then around to the front zeroing in on the warmth of my bush. I arched back and into the wall and let his fingers slip into me. I was in ecstasy at the feeling of this strange man’s fingers in me. I could easily have allowed myself to cum as his thumb pressed against my clit and his other fingers circled the edge of my opening.
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Fortunately we soon reached my floor and the feeling was prolonged as we straightened up and waited for the door to open. The hall before us was vacant as we stepped off the elevator onto the plush carpet. Since there was no one to see, Tyler continued to grope my breast. As we walked toward my room we stopped several times to probe each other’s mouths. Tyler’s hands slid below my dress and moved up to my waist pulling me into him. I had never felt such a rush of total abandon as I stood there in the hallway with a man I just met.
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I felt his eyes feast on my body as I turned and shameless snuggled my bare bottom up to the bulge that was now becoming noticeably moist in his pants. He kissed my neck from behind and kneaded my breasts as my mind spun at the sheer newness of the experience. I arched my back creating a space between us that allowed my hand to slide between us. After a little fumbling, I managed to undo his zipper and slid my hand inside reemerging with his stiffened cock in my hand. I pressed back again and its hardness fit itself into the crack of my ass so nicely.
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I wiggled and moaned then grabbed his hand again and tugged him further down the hall. What a sight we would have been if anyone had come out into the hall at that moment. I had to drop my purse and grab the wall when I felt his hand on my back. Submissively, I leaned against the door and spread my legs as he guided his cock up and down until it popped into my warm wetness from behind. I moaned loudly as he fucked me gently at first, then the pace quickened to a slight frenzy as I pushed back from the door to meet his thrusts. After a few moments I gasped, begging him to let me to unlock the door.
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We paused for a moment and his cock withdrew. As I fumbled with the keys, the door creaked open just as the elevator sounded and we heard the familiar slide of its doors as they opened. We quickly pushed our way in and without even closing the door tumbled onto the bed where his weight pressed me downward against the flowered bedspread. I stay there, the palms of my hands flat against the bed, as he stood up and unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them.
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In another moment he had mounted me again, his erect cock roughly penetrated my pussy as I hiked my bottom up to greet it. I clenched my eyes shut and my fists gripped the bedspread as he ferociously rocked my body, each thrust driving his thick cock deeper and deeper into me until I felt he would split me in two. I’m not typically a ‘moaner’ or a ‘screamer’ but the violence and passion of his force caused short bursts of air to escape my lungs causing me to whimper loudly.
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My husband is a relatively gentle man and so I was completely overwhelmed by Tyler’s animalistic brutality, how different it was from what my tight little pussy had grown accustomed to. I gripped the bed tighter and our motions grew to a frenzied pitch as our bodies thrashed forward and back slamming together. My head reeled and I wondered how long I could take it before my bottom became bruised from the delightfully violent pounding it was taking.
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When I felt something press down on the bed beside me, I snapped my eyes open and found myself staring at yet another thick fluid laden cock dancing to the rhythm of a man’s fist just before my face. I looked up and saw Ethan’s grimacing face as he rapidly jerked up and down on his rigid shaft. “Ohhhhhh God yes! Ohhhhhh yessssss!!” I cried.
I turned my head and my lips replaced his hand as they slid over the length of his erect cock as I rocked back and forth to the rhythm of Tyler’s attack. Ethan’s hands gripped the back of my head and forced his length to the back of my throat with each forward rock, and I felt that surely the bed would collapse before long. Soon a loud high pitched groan came rippling out of Tyler and I felt myself being pumped full of his milky cum. His cock thickened with each load he gushed forth into me, and I can honestly say that it was the first time I truly feel the heat of a man’s cum as it filled my tender interior.
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I released Ethan’s cock and dropped my head to the bed again as I felt the last of Tyler’s pressure swell the walls of my pussy. Then I let out a squeal as like an electric shock; an orgasm welled up from deep within me.
As I caught my breath, I heard the men talking. They spoke briefly to each other and then I felt Tyler press his lips against mine and tell me to have a wonderful evening. Then with a smile he faded and I heard the door close.
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“Are you ready for another ride?” Ethan’s voice pierced the silence.
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I had barely utter the word “Please” before I felt his manly cock was searching for the entrance to my already cum filled pussy. He slid the tip of his cock up and down my engorged lips until he found my opening, then piercing me with one quick thrust. He sank every inch into me, and after several thrusts it became apparent that my pussy was too slick and swollen from Tyler to really cause much friction.
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So I reached down and scooped up some of Tyler’s cum that had dribbled down upon the bed and reached behind me to smear it over my ass. “Try there,” I said. “I know you’ll like that…” I let out a drowsy giggle as I felt Ethan pull out of my pussy and guide the tip of his cum covered cock up to meet my coated back door. He gently pressed the head against my ass and I let out a sharp whine as he pierced my sphincter and pushed into me.
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Excitedly I spread my knees further apart and pressed back into him as he eased his length inside me. Once he was completely buried in me he took over and within minutes was ramming my bottom almost as violently as Tyler had violated my pussy. When I felt his balls slapping against my slit, I arched my back and met his thrusts with mine, forcing his cock to drive inward to its full length with each stroke. Although I was enjoying it, I never orgasm from anal sex so I brought my hand up between my legs and began vigorously rubbing my clit. I quickly felt one approaching, but held back until I knew Ethan was ready.
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Maybe it was my need to feel the next orgasm tear through me so badly, but it seemed as though Ethan pounded my ass forever. Eventually I was rewarded and my orgasm flowered to completion when Ethan’s hot spunk made its pulsating way deep into my rectum.
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Afterwards as we both lay on the bed panting, Ethan’s softening tool slithered gently out of me, limply coming to rest in my moistened butt crack. I felt his kiss on the back of my neck and heard him explain his reasons for having to leave, as if I wanted him to stay, I chuckled to myself.
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We said our good-byes and still naked I walked him to the door kissing him long and hard. My face reddened when the lady in the room across the hall saw me before I could close the door behind him. I returned to the bed and positioned myself upright against the headboard. Then after I pulled my knees up and spread my legs, I let my fingers find their way down to the milky mess Tyler had left me. With a sigh, I eased my fingers between my still puff lips and into my slippery pussy, eventually kneading my clit until I exploded once again with the thought of my 2-lovers fresh in my mind. For the first night of the trip I didn’t call Ethan. My mind was in turmoil and I didn’t want to talk to him until I had things straight in my mind.
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The next day, as soon as I got back to my hotel room, I hopped in the shower and put on my favorite little sexy dress. The one that shows off all my curves and makes my legs look extra long. Add my favorite red pumps and I was ready to attract some male attention. I get to the lounge and my pussy started to throb because it was already filled with hot available men.
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I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. As I survey the room, I see this tall slender hottie with brown eyes starring across the room at me. The way she was looking, it was if she see right through the thin material of my dress. When she noticed me watching her notice me, she all of a sudden got up and started walking towards me. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. She was wearing a black skirt and jacket, a white blouse, with frilly collar and 4-inch black leather high heels. Her legs were long and tan, the kind of legs that start at her ankles and go on forever. She had dark curly hair that cascaded past her shoulders. Her round, firm ass rippled when she moved as though it had a life of its’ own. She had a soft sensual mouth, and great big hazel eyes. Her full breasts pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples.
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As I watched her come towards me my heart began to race and my pussy started to get wet just from her approach and I wasn’t wearing any underwear. This woman was actually turning me on, and it was a strange, nice, and exciting feeling. This was all so new, when I showered with other girls in high school this never happened before. Like a flash, I realized that it was the lady from the room across the hall, the one that had seen me naked. On her way toward the bar, a friend stopped her and they had a few words. This prolonged the anticipation of our meeting. The suspense was killing me. Was she coming to the bar for a drink or to meet me?
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Finally, she reached the bar and was standing right next to me. I was so nervous and my hands were shaking so bad that I could hardly sip my drink. She’s not shy at all. As she stands at the bar, waiting for the bartender to take her order, she turns towards me and asks what I am drinking. I told her that I was drinking a margarita. When the bartender came by she ordered a Bud Lite and a margarita. Then she asked me my name. I told her that my name was Gloria. She rubbed her fingertips over my bare shoulder and chuckled, “I think we almost met last night.” Of course, I was a blushing mess. Then she asked if I’m alone.
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“Yes,” I stammered, “And feeling a little lonely tonight.”
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With a smile, she leaned closer and told me that she’d be more than happy to help me with my problem. Then she wanted to know …
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To be continued…